9 comments/ 284104 views/ 14 favorites Accidental Discovery By: jusduit When writing erotica, I live and enjoy the story as much as the sex. What a great way to spend a little free time, but being stimulated mentally AND physically. If you like what follows, please let me know. If you don’t like this piece, I need even more to know why. Thanks for sharing your precious time with me and I sincerely hope you enjoy Accidental Discovery. ============================================ Another drop of the clear yet surprisingly viscous liquid grew and grew, until it’s own weight separated it from the glass condenser. It dropped through the air for a distance of more than a foot, and should have continued down through the tunneled opening of the glass beaker at the base of the laboratory stand. Instead, it plopped noisily into the scientist’s paper cup of coffee. He’d only just placed it there while readying to test the results of yet another attempt. His assistant, standing at the end of the lab table, began to raise her finger to point out the dangerous coincidence, and prevent her boss from possibly drinking the contaminated liquid, but she was shocked by his sudden outburst. “Damnit!” Then his shoulders dropped, his lip curled, and he said, “No go, Marlene, again. Damnit!” Marlene Donner, meagerly paid, student intern/lab assistant, was surprised by the sudden reaction from her “boss.” She’d worked for him in the late afternoons and evenings for three months now, and it was entirely out of character for the usually calm and composed scientist to flare. Thinking he might do something even more rash in his frustration, she reached to take the beaker of liquid from his hand, “Here, let me take that.” As she pulled the beaker loose from his fingers, she looked into his crestfallen face and felt sorry for him. He was trying so hard. He’d been working on a formula for muting certain sections of the brain, testing it in mice. One particular test he had devised was to emulate a natural protein, drop it into a neutral solution like purified water, and then detect a precipitate of some sort. Obviously, though Marlene was a first year student and knew little of the whole project, she too could see that the precipitate didn’t occur in this test. What she did know however, was that Doctor Charles P. Massey, PhD in bio-chemistry, was one hot looking guy who obviously worked with weights and took care of himself – not her stereotypical scientist. And this made it very difficult to work with him, instead of fantasizing about what he would be like in bed. Each day she finished class and walked across campus toward his lab, she felt that familiar twitch between her legs, a slight moistening of her thighs where they meet, and a deep down desire to get laid. Then again, she needed the job to help finance her education, and therefore did her best to maintain control of her emotions. She worked hard, usually kept her eyes on her work, and helped the good Doctor dutifully. At night in the dorm however, it was a different story. It was then, whether her roommate was around or not, that she let her fingers wander over her body and finally relieve all that typical pent up demand for release, greatly aggravated by her frequent proximity with her sexy boss. The daily tension and release scenario’s were becoming more and more a part of her life and she found herself plotting and scheming to find a way to have the real thing. Marlene was no slouch among other girls at the school when it came to looks. She was bleached blond, heavy breasted and with wide hips. Her full, rich lips and big round eyes, accented by darker eyebrows, accounted for the constant ribbing she took for looking like a cross between Madonna and Anna Nicole. And though she didn’t mind the comparisons, she wished she lived up to the fun such women were supposed to have. Instead, Marlene was saddled with an introvert personality, a shyness beyond all expectations, and a sexual appetite that was painfully juxtaposed to her looks. Boys were always making jokes, or trying to grab her tits. It hurt! How could they be so cruel! No one appreciated her for herself, only her looks, and that left Marlene feeling like she was leading someone else’s life. She wondered if she’d ever find the right guy, one who would treat her the way she wanted, the way she deserved, instead of like a tramp with overbuilt parts. So far, this new boss of hers, Doctor Massey, was the first man to treat her with respect. He never even made a pass. He taught her lots of things in the lab, and expected lots in return, professionally. Marlene was happy here, and confused only by strong emotions about Charles Massey. She set the disappointing beaker down on the end of the lab table and turned to face her boss. As she did so, she saw him taking a sip of coffee from the contaminated cup. The first thing that went through her mind was, “It’s already too late!” “Marlene,” Massey said, standing against the table and holding the cup in his hand, “I want to…” Marlene watched in a growing horror as Massey hesitated. Was it the drop in the coffee? He shook his head and continued, “Marlene, I want to take….” He stopped again. “Doctor Massey! What’s wrong?” She approached him, taking the coffee from his hand. His face went blank and he stood motionless, staring at her. Then he spoke, “Tingling.” “What?” “Tingling!” He answered louder as if she didn’t hear him. Again, “What? Tingling? Oh my God!” She grabbed his upper arms and felt like shaking him, but held them tightly instead. “Yes,” His eyes continued to stare at her, almost robotically. “Doctor Massey! You are scaring me! Will you please stop?” She hoped, desperately, he was joking. “Yes,” Again, his only response. He was alive, but…. She stood back for a moment, not letting go of his arms, but trying to look up, more deeply into his eyes. They seemed, well, fine, “Doctor Massey. Do you feel tingling? Where?” She wanted to tell him what he had drunk from the coffee cup, but couldn’t, at least not yet. Something was wrong, of that she was sure. But it might be anything, she thought. Massey said, “In my arms, and my crotch.” Marlene dropped her hands from his arms as if they’d suddenly caught fire. The words from her boss were no longer just uncharacteristic. They were outrageous! “What?!” He repeated calmly, “In my arms and my crotch. I have tingling in my arms and, well, around my scrotum.” Marlene instinctively brought her hand to her mouth as if she were the one speaking so plainly. The Doctor simply stood there, robotic, as if there was nothing wrong. She took several seconds to sort through the last few words from each of them and only one explanation kept coming to the surface – something from the experimental liquid he’d consumed in his coffee, was impacting his mind. How could that be? To do whatever it was supposed to do to a mouse’s brain, it was supposed to precipitate some solid from the two liquids he was mixing. And no precipitant had appeared. Could it be that the liquid actually worked? Was the requirment for a precipitant wrong? Or had something else been developed by mistake? She needed to find out. “Doctor Massey, what have you had to drink?” “Just my coffee, since lunch. Before that, I had a soda with my lunch…” She cut him off. “And do you know what was in your coffee?” He looked at her with his first real expression since the tingling was first announced, “Nothing.” “Doctor Massey, I think a drop of your liquid fell into your coffee. I was about to tell you when you uh, blew up at the lack of results. The next thing I knew, you were drinking it! Oh my God! Do you think that’s what’s causing this… this strangeness in you?” To her repeated amazement, he simply said, “Yes.” Marlene was both confused and concerned. On the one hand neither of them had any idea how serious this mistake could be. On the other, his actions resulting from the mysterious liquid were staggering to her, if not more than a little intriguing. A new thought, one of absolutely curiosity arose. It had been lurking just beneath the surface, held back perhaps by the fear of consequence of what danger Massey might be facing. The Doctor, again quite uncharacteristically, was responding specifically to her questions, and only to her questions. She tried another, “Doctor, will this wear off?” He hesitated, then said, “I do not know.” Not exactly what she wanted to hear. “Why not?” He was staring off into space, “The formula is for an organic compound. It should be consumable. It should disappear over time. But because it is untested, unprecedented as far as I know, I cannot say for sure.” She thought she saw the start of a smile on his lips, but his eyes came back to bear on hers and he went robotic again. An idea was forming in her mind. The Doctor was responding to her questions without deviation from their meaning, or hesitation for any reason. Were there any other symptoms? Would he respond to anything else? Like a command? “Doctor Massey, I think you should sit down… uh,” She looked around, then put her hand on the high lab table’s surface. “On the table here.” She stepped away to give him room, though unfortunately, he did not move. She considered this and replayed her words in her mind. She had not asked a question, or given a command. She had merely stated an observation! “Doctor! Sit down there!” She was immediately shocked at her own aggressiveness, but before she could soften her words, the man turned and hopped up to plant his butt on the black marble surface. He continued to stare down into her eyes. Marlene looked at him with her mouth open. What the hell was going on? Her mind was spinning, while his was apparently reeling from the effects of the liquid. She pushed back a sudden pang of concern that he might be ill as a result of ingesting the fluid, and replaced it with a bit of false security in the fact that the stuff was being developed for use in mice, with the ultimate goal of helping humans. Perhaps…. “Doctor Massey, how do you feel now?” “Still tingling,” He answered, “In my arms and …” “…in your crotch. Yes, I know.” She couldn’t help but smile. This was too much. Another test. “Doctor, do you mind if I call you Charles?” “No.” “Hmm… was that ‘No,’ you don’t mind? Or ‘No,’ I cannot call you Charles?” “No, I don’t mind.” He sat motionless, still staring. “What would you prefer I call you, Charles?” She stepped in front of him as she spoke, her voice dropping a bit and her words slowing as she gained more confidence. “Charlie.” He said simply. With his high perch on the lab table, his knees were just below the level of her D cupped breasts. She’d always been proud of her rather full figure, highly accented by its hourglass waist and curvy hips. Some men might consider her slightly overweight, but all men would call her sexy as hell. She shrugged off the next thought, that nagging feeling that sex was all any guy wanted from her, as if that was all she had to offer. Doctor Massey on the other hand, was just the opposite. He had displayed absolutely no interest in her body or any other part of her other than her contribution as an intern assistant. He paid her for the help, but never even suggested they have coffee together, let alone hop in the sack. This was the kind of man she wanted, successful, smart, and with his priorities in the right order. The only caveat of course, was whether he even held that other priority. What man could work with such a woman, five days a week, and never even blink an eye? “Charlie, do you find me attractive?” She regretted the impulsive question before she asked it. “No,” He responded immediately, as if waiting for that very question. She asked, “No? So do you find me… attractive?” “Yes.” Again with the specific answers. She twisted her body slightly to accent her next question, “Just how attractive do you think I am, Charlie?” While she waited for his response, she suffered a reality check and was suddenly embarrassed by her childish questioning, even taking advantage of her boss’s vulnerability. “Very.” He hesitated, then added, “About as attractive as I can imagine.” She looked up into his eyes to see them glaring right back at her. Could it be there was something good coming from this mistake of a drug already? A man who was that attracted to her, and yet able to remain a gentleman? This was highly unusual! Hell! It was insane! “Charlie, why haven’t you made this known to me before?” “You never asked before.” Incredible, she thought, and asked, “Are you saying that you will answer any question I ask you?” “No.” “No?” “No.” “Why?” He said nothing. This was most intriguing, she thought while she formulated her next request. “Charlie, will you answer any question I ask?” Keep it in the form of a closed ended question! What was this, a game show? “I may not know the answer,” He continued to answer robotically, the last remaining hurdle to what otherwise was turning into the most fascinating conversation she could ever have imagined. “Charlie, have you ever thought of asking me out, or uh, touching me?” Before he could answer, she added, “I would never tell anyone, of course. I am just, well, curious.” She thought she saw that slight sign of a smile again. “Yes.” Damn! She had to get better at asking questions! “You have thought about asking me out?” “Yes.” She was only slightly disappointed when she remembered again, ask the right question, “Have you ever thought about touching me?” Her face went pink and she bowed her head slightly, when she suddenly saw an unmistakable bulge in his lap. “Yes.” Marlene’s temperature rose instantly. The answer came with proof. Both the man’s brains were speaking to her! This was unbelievable. Her mind began to outrun her inhibitions, “So, hmmm.. have you thought of touching me often?” She continued to watch her boss’s crotch. “Yes.” “Uh, how often?” “Daily.” She was sure she saw his bulge move. “Daily?” She asked distantly. I’m only here five days a week, she thought. “Yes. Everyday of the week since I met you.” And now she was sure she saw a pulse of that lovely muscle move against his pants. She pulled back again, suddenly realizing what was happening. “Doctor Massey, I don’t think…. Well, I don’t want to take advantage… Are you going to remember any of this if that drug or whatever it is wears off?” “I hope so.” She was so happy with his answer she glossed over the fact that it was not quite as direct as the others. “Are you going to fire me?” “No.” “Are you going to be unhappy with me?” The coyness was returning, along with the blush. “No.” “Charlie, if I let you touch me, are you going hold it against me… I mean are you going to … that is, is that going to change our status as Doctor and Assistant?” She thought through the question again, to be sure the answer would give her the information she wanted. There was some hesitation, but the Doctor eventually did come back with a rather emphatic, “No.” Suddenly she was longing to be handled. The feeling was intense, unlike anything she could remember. Each night when she masturbated, she dreamed up the usual fantasies, some handsome guy making love to her, or some older guy treating her to a wonderful evening before softly massaging her to sleep. Hell, she even considered being taken forcefully on an occasion or two, just to liven things up and add some variety. But she had to admit, she’d never considered having this kind of control over someone, let alone someone she respected and was attracted too. It was almost too good to be true. Marlene turned around and backed up to the Doctor’s knees. He let them separate until she could slip back further, eventually touching her back to the edge of the table. “Charlie I want you to touch me, please. Feel my breasts.” A bolder move, she thought, she could not imagine. In for a penny… To her utter amazement, and sheer pleasure, Charlie’s hands slipped under her arms and around to her front where each wrapped around the meaty flesh of a breast. Then they withdrew. “Charlie! Did I do something wrong? Why did you stop?” “No, and I believe I did what you told me, touch your breasts.” Of course! How could she get used to someone actually doing exactly what she asked? She looked around at him and said, “Charlie, I meant for you to feel me, to touch me and manipulate my breasts. Next time I’ll try to be more explicit.” She looked back to her front and raised her elbows to enable him easier access. “Now massage my breasts, and if you feel like it, exercise a little of that doctoral incite of yours.” Immediately his hands approached, but this time moving slowly over her body. She lost her tension quickly as his hands began to knead her breasts, softly yet firmly, turning her on in a most luxuriating way. She leaned back against the table more firmly and suddenly felt his engorged mass in her back. “Why Charlie, you seem happy.” Question, Marlene, she reminded herself, “Is that right Charlie?” “Yes.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “Yes, I can feel it is right. Just what is that poking me in the back, Charlie?” Her body was swooning under his gentle caress. “My cock.” He said quite factually. Marlene’s eyes opened wide at the term coming from her respected boss. She thought about it, and admitted she had no idea how else he might have answered her, and asked, “Is your cock hard because of me? Is that what you are saying?” She smiled, knowing he couldn’t see. While his big hands continued to fondle two of the most delectable and large tits they had ever handled, he answered, “Yes.” Marlene was in heaven. She realized that as long as she remained there, and short of giving the Doctor orders to the contrary, she was going to be breast massaged until either she or the Doctor passed out. And that would be such a waste. Abruptly, she turned her head half way around and instructed, “Charlie, undo the buttons of my blouse.” She had only realized that she’d given a command rather than asked a question, when confirmation came in the form of his hands suddenly coordinating their assault on the buttons. One by one, they were undone and the lapels of the garment allowed to separate. She undid her front clasping bra while he took care of the last two buttons on the blouse, having pulled the remaining material from her skirt’s waistband. “Now touch my tits again, Doctor, like you mean it.” She was either getting beyond strange circumstances of their situation, or clouding her judgment with lust. In either case, the sensations and pleasure were the same, and she loved it. “Pinch my nipples, Charlie, as hard as you like.” He did so, and evoked a high pitched gasp from his assistant, who proceeded then to put her own hands on top of his and smash them all into her breasts that much harder. She looked up at him and said, “Open your pants for me Doctor.” Marlene stood before him with her breasts bulging out between the lapels of her blouse. The Doctor was slow to pull his hands from her tits, not wanting to release her, and that pleased her immensely. He did however, perform as instructed, and brought them to his lap to work his manhood free. Finally there it was, longer than she’d expected, fatter too, and standing straight up. As it pulsed under the pressure of the blood that engorged it, she suddenly dropped her head and dove on his cock. At first she pumped her head up and down with abandon, like a child overplaying the capabilities of a new toy. She was conflicted perhaps more than ever, amazed at her boldness, and yet wanton for more. Eventually, as the conflicts resolved and her mind began to take advantage of the circumstances, she slowed her pace and began a series of long, deep strokes with her mouth and hand. Her other hand found his balls and began to explore their perimeter and then roll them gently in her fingers. For the first time since drinking the drug-laced coffee, a sound emitted from his mouth, other than a response to any question, or any command. This sound was one of deep satisfaction, one of emotional anticipation that could not be held back, even by the effects of his bio-chemical concoction. He groaned loudly at her long drawing sucks on his prick. Accidental Discovery Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies. I didn't start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night. I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one. I was still living at home and I would masturbate most nights, usually in bed before going to sleep. At the time I thought what I was doing was about as outrageous as sexual behaviour got. Then, as now, I prefer to have my knees up and legs spread wide when masturbating, partly because of the easy access to my clitoris and vagina but also because of the heightened sense of brazen sexuality of being naked and having your legs wide open. But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn't be interrupted by a family member so I'd usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on. Usually by the time I would climax I'd have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina. On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama pants completely off in a mood of heightened freedom before even getting under the sheets. At this point the light was still on and it felt great to stand there with my bottom and pubic hair exposed. I took the time to enjoy my nakedness and carefully fold the pajama pants and placed them in the dresser drawer. Instead of just flicking back the sheets and getting in I leant across the bed with my legs slightly apart and pushed out my bottom before drawing back the covers. I had this sense of exposing my labia, my nakedness to the world even though the only thing behind me was the wall. I found it so arousing that I looked around the room for things to pick up. I bent over keeping my legs straight and apart to pick up this and that. Each time I bent over I felt a sexual focus between my legs rising. I imagined I was being watched and stood in front of the mirror. I had planned to leave my pajama top on because if someone came in while I was under the sheets they wouldn't see my naked bottom half but would be able to see my naked torso. But I was caught in the moment and watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned the top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. Seeing myself naked like this, fondling my breasts, nipples erect was surprisingly sexual. It was like I had leap into a new realm of sexual deviancy. It was not like being naked after getting out of the shower or something. There I was standing fully exposed looking at my breasts and pubic mound and seeing my naked self in a purely sexual way. I was thinking of men looking at me like this, seeing and being aroused by my naked body. "Come on and fuck me," I whispered quietly to men in general. Saying the words 'fuck me' was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me! I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas. While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation. There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual gratification. Once I got into bed I was surprised how physically sexy it felt to have my naked bottom and hard nipples against the cool sheets. I spread my legs wider than usual but still flat on the bed. I started by fondling of breasts and nipples then down to my labia and clitoris. My sexual arousal came on much more quickly and insistently than ever before – I was already so wet! I soon found myself at the usual end game of right hand quickly rubbing my clitoris with two fingers of my left hand in my vagina. I could feel the sexual energy rising, magnified by my nakedness and lusted after the orgasm I knew would come. I couldn't help but lift my left knee up to get my fingers further inside me as lust overtook my usual sense of refrain. It felt great as another layer of restraint fell away and I was more deeply penetrated by my fingers. But I also felt exposed with that never quite complete sense of privacy that you have in the family home. Wondering if someone is going to barge in and see one leg up in the air. But I couldn't let the sexual pleasure to subside so I rolled onto my right side so my knee could be hard up against my ribs without being up in the air. But while my right hand still had great access to my clitoris it was hard for my left to get at my vagina. I didn't consciously think about it but I just arched my back and switched to fingering myself from behind which felt different and was further liberating as another layer of inhibition peeled away. However, the shift in position had slightly slowed the rush toward orgasm and while I was still totally consumed by this sexual act I also felt like I could take my time to enjoy it. I took the time to smear my whole genital are with the copious amount of fluid I had produced before reinserting my fingers. The sopping wetness was in itself highly erotic. Soon both my hands were wet, my labia, my clitoris and really my whole genital area were slippery and wet and my vagina kept producing more. I took it as a confirmation from my body of the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I thought to myself, "Yes this is as good as I thought it was. Look how wet I am getting." My breathing was shallow and quick and I started to quiver and my hips began to relexitively grind against my hands. I was completely unconscious of anything in the world except my body and the orgasm looming. The wetness egged me on and as I continued to masturbate I would take my fingers out and rub it over myself. I hadn't masturbated from behind with anything like this intensity before, nor in such a state of lust. So the first time I touched my anus it wasn't intentional. It sent a jolt of pleasure that took me completely by surprise. Academically I knew that some people engaged in anal sex but it never occurred to me that pleasure from this source would apply to me. I quickly slid my fingers back into my vagina and went on fingering myself but the next time I took them out I was immediately drawn to my ass. I thought I would just brush my fingers against my sphincter as I had done before – just give myself a little tickle to see if it actually felt good. But it felt great and I found my fingers lingering and probing. As my finger probed at my sphincter I was suddenly struck by the thought that putting a finger in my ass would be the ultimate act of letting go and of complete and utter nakedness and exposure. The earlier moment that I had taken off my pajamas came back to me. Just that spur of the moment decision to take my pants off gave me a sense of erotic taboo then which came back with redoubled intensity. I wanted my finger in my ass and I decided to do it. The fingers working my clitoris stopped. My breathing stopped. I gently eased my finger in and every millimeter of penetration was pure pleasure. Once my finger was in to the first knuckle I could feel the clamping tightness. The physical feelings were intense but were magnified by my sense of outrageous, brazen willingness to do whatever felt good. I felt I had totally let go and utterly surrendered all inhibitions to my sexual desire. I had never felt anything like it, I couldn't believe the level of sexual gratification it gave me. It was a near orgasmic level of pleasure and I wanted more, more, more. Then I realised I was feeling this level of intensity when I wasn't even moving. With an uncontrolled jolt I arched my back pushed the finger further into my ass. I began to rub my clitoris in a frenzy and my whole body began to shudder. I pumped the finger inside me with fast but tiny in and out motions. All I had was half a finger in my ass and although I was moving it quickly the distance it was going in and out was minimal. But I had never felt so much like I was being fucked in my life. In seconds I felt an orgasm rise and then overwhelm me in long, slow, intense wave after wave of unashamed pure pleasure. After a minute or two to get my bearings I slipped my finger out and had this abstract sense that I should feel guilty or dirty. Instead I had an unexpected and slightly nervous but also liberating giggle to myself. I had just discovered a whole new world of pleasure in sex and my mind boggled at the future joys I would experience. I had often thought with lustful excitement what it would be like to have a penis inside my vagina. I couldn't begin to fathom the ecstasy that being fucked in the ass would bring. Accidental Discovery Ch. 02 The feedback from Part One of this story was incredible. Thanks to all those who applauded the piece. Double thanks to all those who suggested ideas and asked for more. Feedback is the pay here, not money. It's perhaps the purest form of exchange, the one most direct in benefits to both sides. I write, you comment, I write more, you comment more. Ain't we got fun! Thank you. ================ Marlene lay back in her dorm bed and let her eyes close. She reached deep into her mind to relive the remarkable experience she'd just luxuriated in with her employer. She'd sucked him off, been fucked by him most deliciously, and then shared their juices with him after he'd scooped them from her cunt with his tongue and kissed her for the exchange. Immediately her hands went to work all over again. The buxom blond was most men's dream with full hips to go with her commodious breasts, and lush lips to wrap warmly around one's shaft. Her brilliant green eyes were round and captivating, accented by the softness of her face. When she walked by, men could not help but stare, her hips swinging a bit more than necessary, and her shoulders accenting an otherwise short gait. Marlene Donner was a bombshell in some men's minds, a sex pot in others', and considered too slutty to those who might offer her more than a one night stand. Her left hand massaged her breasts alternately while her right hand reached down and slipped up under her skirt. Though hidden by their closed lids, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she drifted back to the lab where she interned. She'd made an absolutely momentous discovery today, well, her boss had, but only she knew it. She smiled on her dorm bed as she thought of the bottle on her dresser just a few feet away. While searching for a synthetic protein to alter a certain part of a mouse's brain, her boss, Charles P. Massey, PhD in bio-chemistry, had mistakenly left his coffee cup under the condenser of one experiment. Only Marlene had seen the single drop of experimental liquid fall into the cup, and only Marlene knew the astonishing fact that the drop had turned her hunk of a PhD into a love hungry robot. She was still tingling with excitement from both the sex and the excitement of the discovery. Taking the remainder of the flask of special liquid he'd rejected for not meeting the test's goals, she'd brought it home for her own use. Marlene cooed under the multiple sensations of her unbelievable luck, and her excited body. Her finger slipped under her already wet panties and began to rub her clit, dipping now and then into the pool of lubrication just below. Her mind drifted in the blissful state of success, anticipation, and sexual satisfaction all at once. Then the world exploded around her. "Why you two faced little bitch!" The voice was more an observation than an accusation. Marlene's roommate, Victoria Dawn, threw her books on her bed and stood looking over Marlene. She had her hands on her hips and Marlene thought for a second the woman was prepared to beat her, or laugh at her embarrassment. Marlene, as hot and horny as she may have looked, had been anything but through her first semester so far. And yet, she was somehow so vulnerable, so open. Her roommate, much more worldly and knowledgeable of the ways of men and women, had even taken to protecting her from the comments and advances of their classmates. "You strut around this place like the campus prude for three months and all you are is a masturbating little slut like the rest of us! I can't believe it! Shit! Even I was beginning to believe you were a prude in a whore's body! Damn!" She moved a step closer and Marlene cringed. "Why, I ought to..." Her hand came up as if to slap the girl, and Marlene pulled back even further, wishing she could somehow get beneath the covers. But Victoria froze. This was a whole new situation. To her sudden surprise, and wondrous curiosity, her roommate was not a pristine prude as everyone had thought. She wasn't the distant, childlike, innocent "Mama's Girl" after all. No, this lush, Anna Nicole body and Marilyn Monroe face and hair she'd longed to touch since they'd first met was not untouchable after all. Just the opposite! And only she knew it! Here she lay in the early evening, masturbating herself right through her clothes, so deep into it she didn't even hear the door open, or all the noise in the halls. This girl was slut material if there ever was slut material! "So you've been hiding your true feelings from all of us all this time. Damn! And all of us have been actually protecting you! Keeping the animals at bay. Why you bitch! I ought to slap you silly! Damn, Girl, what the hell AM I going to do with you?" She put both hands back on her hips and looked the girl over thoroughly, and slowly, feasting on the swollen curves. Her skirt had been pulled so high it shown her lily-white thigh skin all the way to the crotch of her panties. "Jezus! You even smell horny, girl." Victoria was taller than Marlene, as were most girls, but she was not as voluptuous. Her size "C" tits were the perkiest they would be for the rest of her life, her waist the slimmest, and every aspect of her sexual organs the horniest. She was the offspring of a poor family, supported at college by a local scholarship that fortunately had few candidates to select from, and quite experienced in how to use her sexual assets to get what she needed. As she stood there now, looking down at her cringing roommate, she knew she wanted this girl added to her list of conquests. Marlene didn't know what to do. Perhaps the greatest afternoon of her life had just turned into the worst nightmare. She'd fended off the sexual conflicts with abstinence all these years, until this afternoon. When her boss had suddenly fallen into her spell, she couldn't resist and let all her frustrations come out and be satisfied, only to find she wanted that much more just a couple hours later. And now her worldly roommate, the one who'd been prompting her to "come out and play," since they'd met, had caught her red handed at play all right, doing exactly what she'd managed to lead everyone on campus she didn't do. In a single moment, her life had changed a second time in one day. Then her roommate surprised her once more, climbing up on her bed and standing with legs spread either side of her knees, hands on hips and staring down at her. "What am I going to do with you, Marlene? Hmm? Or should I call you 'Bitch!' Or 'Slut!' You are one, you know. And you lied to all of us. You made us think you were so virgin and all, so 'saving yourself for marriage' and all." She paused, then sat down on Marlene's knees with her hands still on her hips. She looked at the girl again, examining her differently now, thinking of how various parts would feel under her touch, or taste to her kiss. She leaned forward and rested both hands directly on Marlene's breasts. Marlene shrunk back into the mattress, but could not escape the assault. Her roommate had her breasts in her hands, and her legs caught between her knees. She was immobile except for her hands, which she'd let fall to her sides. She wondered why she wasn't fighting and decided she had no idea. Victoria smiled, as if she knew something Marlene didn't. "Go ahead." Marlene's eyes begged the silent question, "What?" "Go ahead, my little slut roomy, grab my tits." When Marlene didn't budge, Victoria raised her voice and commanded, "Grab my tits, Bitch!" Marlene immediately reached up and took a breast in each hand, freezing once again. The girl wore no bra. "Harder!" Victoria commanded as she began to massage Marlene's huge melons through her bra and blouse. The girl complied and tightened her fingers on the flesh they held. Immediately she realized she liked the feel of her roommate's breasts in her hands. She wore no bra. The flesh was real, sensuous, pliant and responding. She began squeezing them, drawing and pushing them in a circling motion, feeling the remarkable movement of someone else's breasts for the first time. She looked briefly at Victoria and saw her eyelids fall and her head tilt back, obviously enjoying the attention. "That's it, my little roommate slut. That's nice, a little harder even. I like my tits handled, baby. Mmmmmm... and from now on I have someone to handle them for me, mmmmmm.. don't I?" She let the motion continue as if she didn't expect an answer, only more blissful attention to her flesh. "I said, 'DON'T I!'" Her eyes had opened and her hands squeezed Marlene's tits. "Yes!" Marlene said more from shock than pain. She was torn because the sensations on her breasts were actually pleasant, not painful as they might be, and her hands were sending unprecedented signals of pleasure to her brain. "That's right." Victoria rocked her hips in satisfaction at how things were suddenly turning out. She was trying to give her clit some stimulation and rode slightly to one side to let one of Marlene's knees touch her there. Marlene was very much aware of what her roommate was doing. Even through her stocking and the less than sensitive skin of her knee, she could feel the heat of her roommate's pussy. She even thought she felt a bit of dampness, but that didn't make sense for the girl was wearing jeans at least, if not panties too. And her shirt, a blue work shirt she'd worn because it was so soft and cuddly to slip into after her swims at the pool, was yielding like soft sponge to her ministrations on her breasts. Marlene was truly conflicted with the frightening moment and the sensuous experience. Victoria looked around as if to find something. Marlene didn't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly realized she'd left her bottle of the experimental liquid on her dresser. Just then the phone rang, and knowing how tied to the obnoxious device Victoria was, she breathed an immense sigh of relief. As Victoria got up and went to her night table to pick up the phone, Marlene darted to her dresser and slipped the bottle into the top drawer. "Hello? And this better be good!" She looked back at her roommate and saw her standing, somewhat of a disappointment. The voice on the phone was familiar. It was the scientist Marlene worked for, though he immediately told Victoria, upon confirming she was Marlene's roommate, that she should not let on that it was him on the phone. "Call me, uh, Jerry," The voice said. Victoria's eyebrows scrunched inward in suspicion. "Go ahead," The voice said again, "Call me Jerry, now, so she doesn't get suspicious." "Ok, Jerry." Victoria continued to watch Marlene, but talk on the phone. "Listen, you know who I am." "Yes." "Well, I uh, played a little trick on Marlene today. I want to, well... she has said you were a very confident, sexy, adventurous person. Are you?" "Really? She said that, huh?" She looked at Marlene with a bit more sensuality. She'd had no idea the girl even thought of her. "Yes, and more, but we can talk about that later, if you like. Right now, well, I like this girl and I don't want to see her hurt...." He spoke for another seven minutes and Victoria listened more and more intently as he did. Not only was she liking what she was hearing, but she was becoming interested in meeting this boss of her roommate. She would think about that, but for now, she had a very important, and hopefully, very pleasurable task to perform. "I understand Jerry. Don't worry. Yes. I'll be careful. Right. Take care, now. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and sat on her bed, looking at Marlene. Marlene turned around to face her roommate, wondering just where things stood. The phone call was forgettable. Victoria had lots of friends, more than Marlene could ever remember. Right now she was much more concerned with what was taking place before the phone rang. She started to say something when Victoria held up her hand and interrupted. "No, don't say anything, Marlene. I'm sorry. I was out of bounds there. I bumbled in here and treated you like dirt. I'm sorry, I had no right to say the things I did. I'm truly sorry." She bowed her head in shame. Marlene was not only surprised, but disappointed in her roommate's uncharacteristic behavior. She wanted to tell her no, she hadn't been angry. She wasn't embarrassed. She LIKED being touched by her, called a bitch and a slut. She WANTED Victoria! But she could not. She struggled for her next move, her next words. Then an idea struck her. Tell her! "It's OK, really, Vikki. I mean it. It's ok. I'm sorry I've misled you all this time. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not a slut. I mean, I'm not a sexual pervert or anything like that. And I don't think of you that way either! I mean, well, oh hell. Want a beer?" She smiled and tried to put the right spin on her frustration, some of it real, and some of it acted. Victoria looked up and said, "Sure." Then she added, "And thanks. Sorry 'bout that." She motioned her head to Marlene's bed. I promise that will never happen again." She watched closely for Marlene's reaction. The Doc was right. Marlene's face went pale. "No! Uh, I mean, well. Oh hell. Let me get those beers." She dropped down to the small fridge she kept and pulled out two beers that had been in there for weeks. They were more for looks than anything else, a sign of coming of age in college. She hardly ever drank. Taking the two beers from the fridge, she stood and put them on her dresser where she popped the tops. Marlene then looked in the mirror above the dresser to see if she was being watched. Fortunately, Victoria was opening and closing drawers in her desk as if looking for something. Marlene reached into her drawer, pulled out the small bottle of experimental liquid, and tipped two drops into one of the two open beers. She put the bottle back and closed the drawer as she said aloud to cover the movement, "Really, you did catch me in a, well, embarrassing moment. I don't know what I would have done in your shoes either." Holding one beer out to Victoria, she added, "By gone's?" "By-ogne's," Victoria agreed with a smile. They clinked cans and took a long swallow each. Victoria smacked her lips and scrunched her eyebrows again, frightening Marlene that perhaps she'd tasted something funny in the beer. She was relieved and pleasantly surprised when her roommate said, "Mmmm.. that's, uh... good." She suddenly put the beer down on the desk and just stood there. Marlene couldn't believe it had acted that fast, could it? She asked, "Are you all right, Vikki?" "Yes." Marlene smiled and said, "Good." She put her beer on the dresser. "You're not mad at me then?" She would take it easy, just to make sure. "No." "Hmmm... so, what did you think when you came in, and saw me, uh, masturbating?" "I was mad." Marlene frowned, "Why mad, Vikki?" "Because I have been defending your virginity." She was almost too robotic in her answers. "My virginity? I never told you I was a virgin." She cocked her head at an angle, curious. Victoria remained silent. Oh my! Marlene thought. She'd forgotten! Questions only. The liquid made the person answer commands and questions only. She'd forgotten already. "Did I ever tell you I was a virgin?" "No." "Then why, how could you make such an assumption?" "I agreed with the other girls on the floor. We decided." "But why?" She was genuinely curious. All through high school she'd been chased by men, even at college already, like she was some sex object begging to get laid. And all the girls on the floor had decided she was a virgin? "You act different." "How so, Vikki?" "You don't go out with guys. You don't talk dirty. You don't hang out and drink with us at night. You don't, well, we didn't even think you played with yourself." The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. The experimental liquid was not only working, but she was finding out more about herself and her friends than she'd ever known. The temptation to spring forth all kinds of facts was powerful. "What else do you guys say about me?" There was a moment of hesitation before Vikki said, "We uh, all agree, you are hot." "Really!" Marlene was immediately pleased. All through high school she'd been considered competition when she wasn't even interested. That made her an outcast. Now it made her feel entirely different. "Has anyone..." She decided not to force her roommate to compromise a friend. "Do you think I am hot, Vikki?" There was no hesitation now. "Yes." "Hmmm.. have you, well, thought of me?" How the hell was she supposed to ask such questions? "Yes." The answer was too factual, emotionless. "No, I mean, have you thought of, well, being with me?" She suddenly realized that was as stupid question. Wasn't the girl just sitting on her knees kneading her chest? Wasn't she just insisting Marlene massage her breasts? "Yes." Of course! "Have any of the other girls said things like that?" "Yes." Damn, Marlene cursed to herself. How much else was she missing? She was on the verge of anger with herself. "Take off your blouse and jeans." Victoria jerked slightly, and otherwise didn't move. "Now!" She began to unbutton her blue shirt. Marlene watched from four feet away as her roommate carefully removed the garment and revealed her tits standing proudly outward as she had seen emerging from showers and the bathroom on many occasions. On this occasion however, she was not seeing a sneaked reflection in the mirror, but a full frontal view. And the girl's nipples were hard as nails and standing out. As Vikki undid her belt and jeans snap and zipper, she looked straight ahead, impersonally. She was a robot, unable to think on her own, subservient to her roommate's every command. She was a bit self-conscious of her exposed loins when her pants fell, but hell, this was how she dressed. Marlene was embarrassed at first, but quickly forgot the feeling. She was too busy staring at Vikki's mound. There was only a small wisp of hair left after shaving, and it did not interfere with her view of the bulge from her pubes, down to where it yielded to the top of her slit. Two very swollen lips left no doubt that the girl was hot, and Marlene's sudden look down at the jeans pooled on the floor confirmed her earlier suspicion – Victoria had already wet her pants, clear through. Marlene had never before even dreamed of controlling someone for her own pleasure, and here for the second time in a single day she found herself in charge of another human being. Her boss, the doctor of biological chemistry, a hunk she would have worked for for nothing, had pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams just a few hours ago. And now, her very sexy and much more enlightened roommate had turned herself over to Marlene completely and without reservation. For all she knew, the poor girl would walk right over to the window and jump out if she asked, or commanded. Her mood became even bolder. "Vikki, turn around. Face the other way." While she obeyed, Marlene sat back on her bed. She turned around and arranged her many pillows, and then sat back up against them, comfortable, and ready for a show. "Bend forward." Victoria did so, easily able to place her fingers on the floor for support. "Spread your cheeks." She reached around behind and placed a hand on either cheek, and pulled them apart. The relatively cooler air immediately chilled her lips, enhancing the wonderful humility of the moment. Marlene thought about what she might do. Her brazen roomy had been ready to humiliate her in her own bed, and perhaps that was sufficient inspiration. "Stick a finger in you pussy." The girl did exactly as she was told and slipped a middle finger as far as she could inside her slit. "Come over here." Victoria stood straight, her finger still buried, and turned and walked to Marlene's bed. Accidental Discovery Ch. 02 "Take off my skirt." Victoria could hardly wait to fulfill that command and she leaned in and began loosening the side clasp. Marlene hiked her hips up and said, "Take it off." When Victoria tried to pull her panties at the same time, Marlene surprised herself and spanked the girl hard on the ass. "I said my skirt! What are you, some kind of slut?" "Yes." The response was again factual and prompt. Truth, Marlene thought. A wonderful thing. The skirt was removed and she settled back onto her bed. "Now my blouse!" Victoria moved closer and began undoing the buttons of her roommate's blouse. When she finished the last one, she began to reach for the center front clasp on her bra, generating another spank. "I'm beginning to think you like being spanked, is that so?" Victoria hesitated before saying, "Yes." She gently lifted the blouse from her new master's shoulders. "Now remove my panties," Marlene said. Victoria moved again back even with her waist and gently tugged as Marlene hiked up her hips. The panties came away wet, a dark spot that had been growing for several minutes, and which had now released her scent into the air. Victoria thought she might faint. "My bra." Marlene leaned forward to enable its removal. "Spread my legs," Marlene said, enjoying this more each minute. Her all-wise, all-experienced roommate had suddenly become her sex slave. Could life get any better? "Get on the bed between my legs and put your tongue in my cunt." The words were dirty, the command demeaning, and the whole moment delicious. The girl did as she was told and knelt between Marlene's legs. She put a hand on either thigh and began to drop down... "Get your hands off me!" Victoria froze, then pulled her hands back. She'd gone beyond the command. She waited sheepishly. "Now do what I told you!" Marlene couldn't believe how easy it was to assume this role she was becoming so familiar with. Victoria leaned in and kept her hands behind her back. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could, a view Marlene caught just before it disappeared below her mound. Marlene's next sensation was of a tongue not just touching her lips, but plunging deep within her and then stopping, staying there, heating her as much as she was heating it. The sensation was exquisite on top of the role she was playing. "Now move it around, and please me with it. But stay inside my tunnel!" Marlene smiled at her power. She lay back a bit more and pushed her groin up a bit further. Victoria tried not to touch the swollen lips or Marlene's crotch in any way, but couldn't help the occasional brush. Each time she did resulted in another spank. As enjoyable as that was, it was punishment, not reward. In the meantime, she extended her tongue in ways she never considered before, this being the only way to make contact when she was so hot to make more. Her tongue got so used to its extended state, she wondered if it would ever obey and retract. Through it all, she smelled the delicious aroma of her roommate and slurped away at her juices. Marlene let her head fall back and her eyes roll upward. For the first time, someone who knew what they were doing was pleasing her pussy. And she was doing so one very important and deliberate step at a time. Just when she'd thought it couldn't get better, it had. Several minutes of this sensational, but non-orgasmic pleasure passed before she let her new servant relax, or somewhat so. "You may touch me now, with the rest of your face. I want to cum, Vikki. Make me cum with your face alone." With that, Marlene raised her knees for the woman to have greater access. She was prepared for a lust-filled onslaught of an attack on her cunt, but got instead a very gradually increasing tempo and contact. The first additional touch came from Victoria's chin. It pushed into the sensitive spot between the end of Marlene's slit and her puckered little asshole. The pressure landed, and stayed, with movement applied side to side every few seconds. Next she felt her roommate's nose land on her clit. At first it just rested there, applying pressure but not moving. Her tongue however continued its dance within Marlene, and that kept the voluptuous beauty growing in need. Victoria then moved her nose on Marlene's clit, rubbing and nudging her hardened little dick. Soon the previous movement of the tongue became the dance of complete and total oral sex and Marlene began to lift from the bed and fly. As her body responded and bucked at the welcomed assault, it was announced by an ever loudening guttural groan. Victoria got more and more excited and intent upon making this first orgasmic gift of hers to her roommate unforgettable. She exercised her nose and chin in unison and separately to stimulate Marlene's privates beyond control. When she sensed her roommate close, she suddenly sucked the woman's entire pussy into her mouth hard, continuing to tongue and nudge the whole time. Marlene's hips bucked up hard against her roommate's face. The feelings were sensational, beyond anything she'd ever experienced, so different, so intense, so perfect. She let herself fly in orgasm, slamming her cunt up into the face of Victoria. She wanted to pull the woman's head down hard on her loins, but refrained, keeping her role and knowing that she could now have this woman anytime, any place she wanted. She let out a yell of satisfaction as her body racked its pleasure on them both. As Marlene's body finally began to relax, Vikki leaned back on her knees and raised an arm to wipe her face. It was soaked, wet with Marlene all over her mouth, nose and chin. The glistening reflection in the light turned Marlene on all over again, faster than ever she could remember. "Don't" She said, and Vikki held her arm a foot from her face. "Kiss me." Marlene couldn't believe she'd said it, but couldn't wait for it to happen. Her roommate leaned into her with a smile and suddenly sucked her other lips, deep into her mouth. Marlene simultaneously smacked the girl's ass once again, and pushed her away. "What kind of way is that to kiss me! You slut! You kiss like a horny bitch in heat!" She knew the words weren't all that terrific, but the heat she was herself feeling was speaking louder than her reason. Victoria leaned back and bowed her head in shame, "I'm sorry." Marlene said, "Get back here, before I dry on you. And kiss me!" Victoria was amazed at the girl's expertise. Who would have known? Who would have thought she'd be so discriminating, let alone so knowledgeable, so liberal, and so damn demanding? She was unbelievably delicious! They shared tongues and lips and juices for sometime before Marlene gave her a less severe smack on the ass. Victoria took this as a love tap of approval and wiggled her ass as if for more, groaning into her roommate's mouth, and tonguing her deeply; Another smack, much harder, brought her back to attention. "Did I do something wrong again, Mistress?" Mistress! Marlene had never thought of herself as some kind of dominatrix or anything like that, and yet she'd just been called a mistress. She would think on that more. "Get your pussy up here, now!" She pushed Victoria's head aside as if to jump start the turnaround. Victoria smiled to herself the minute her head was turned sufficiently to not be seen by Marlene. As she crossed her knee over Marlene's chest, she suddenly realized that Marlene was not only sitting up still, but watching her in the mirror across the room. Whack! She felt the accompanying smack on her ass. Whack! Another stinging slap on her pinking ass flesh stirred her beyond imagination. Here was this heretofore prudish roommate, pummeling her ass and about to eat her snatch, as she did the same for her. In one afternoon, three months of boredom and frustration had suddenly turned into an evening of sheer pleasure the likes of which she was hard pressed to match in memory. She dove down on her new mistress's cunt. Marlene pulled hard on Victoria's ass and slammed it into her face. She wanted to feel the first pussy of her life make impact on her features, to feel what it felt like to dive into a woman's sex. Her tongue found her hole immediately, its wetness and sweet smelling juices. She tried hard to drink right out of her pussy and encouraged the swollen lips to comply with her tongue. Her index finger on one hand, unbeknownst to her at the time, found the puckered little asshole just above, and dove in there too. Victoria let the electric shock of the finger penetrating her ass shoot through her like the lightening she wanted it to be. This was getting even better. She echoed the movement and slipped a finger into her mistress' ass. Whack! Victoria jerked, pulled her finger back out, and listened as Marlene yelled into her cunt. The words were barely intelligible, but Victoria got the picture. She didn't want her ass just penetrated, she wanted it worked! But it seemed she also wanted it her way. "Slowly! Fuck my ass, SLOWLY!" Marlene wanted it, more than anything, but if anything on her was virgin, it was her ass. She cooed back into the delicious pussy pie as she felt her roomy's finger begin to slip into and out of her tighter chute. Victoria was loosing all sense of anything but the moment at hand. With her roommate literally in her butt and pussy, while she was having the time of her life in the girl's snatch and ass too, she began to forget certain basic things, like whether the door was locked, or getting to live in the same dorm room with this girl for another six months or so. Nothing else seemed to matter. There was no outside world, only the exquisitely stimulating girl in her face and groin, and her own voracious need for more. She sucked hard on Marlene's swollen lips. Victoria felt the heavenly pull on her lips too as if they were both trying to gobble each other's entire being inside them. They pulled and pushed and fingered each other like the vixens they had quickly become. There was just not enough to eat, or suck or plug. Suddenly, Victoria forgot herself and said, "My God, Marlene. Let me up and I'll get us a nasty dildo!" Marlene did stop sucking on her roommate's twat. She slowly let go of her pussy, let her finger slip out of her slippery ass. Her expression was one of total shock. Complete surprise, combined with humiliating turmoil. Victoria had just taken a huge liberty that the drug should have prevented. She'd thought for herself, acted in heat, and completely apart from being a servant, had taken charge. Marlene had been instantly beyond the embarrassment of a lesbianistic encounter. It was far too good not to be. She would never stop such activity, a decision she'd made already. This was all just way too good. But what to do with Victoria? Was she coming out of the drug's control so quickly? Was the drug wearing off her even faster than it had off her boss? Did she not give her enough? Had more than the one drop fallen into the doctor's coffee, therefore making it necessary for more to be used? As the questions flew through Marlene's mind, Victoria came back to her bed, where she immediately froze, holding a long double ended dildo in her hands. It was as if Victoria had suddenly realized she was out of character and went back under the spell. Marlene looked at her, staring out the window across her bed. That was exactly what had happened. She figured quickly, if her roomy had been under before, and not a moment ago, she would not be under now either, and NOT trying to look like she was. Marlene's heart beat loudly as the critical moment lingered. She was trying to sort through all that was going on, and what had already happened, to ascertain the real facts. She suddenly felt terribly sad. She'd been duped, by her boss first, and then by her roommate. Her boss had had to be behind her roomy's deception too. That must be who was on the phone! The bastard had called to tell Vikki what had happened in the lab, and what to do to take advantage of it! Damn! She was pissed, irate at the two of them. Then she got really mad and was about to lash out at the still staring Victoria when her mind regained some control. Wait, she thought. Who was it said, "Don't get mad, get even?" Right then, that sounded like a really satisfying thought, but how? Apparently, Vikki thought so little of her brain power to think she was still fooling her. "Turn around, you worthless slut!" Victoria breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was totally convinced she'd blown the whole charade. How could Marlene be so gullible? She felt a little guilty at taking advantage of her so, but she also felt she was doing the little ready-made tart a favor by pointing out her true desires. Whatever, she thought. Go along. Back in role. She turned around, still holding the double dong in her hands. "On you knees, Slut!" Marlene had thought it through. Revenge can be sweet too. And right now, she had a beautiful girl naked on her knees before her. She'd worry about the doctor later. "Give me that." Vikki passed the double dong around behind her. She was on all fours, relaxing in the notion she'd not been found out. She smiled to herself as the fun was about to continue. Then she felt the delicious pleasure of a large dildo pushing up her slit. While pushing the huge tool into her roommate, Marlene reached silently around and under her mattress for her own such tool. It was not as large and bold, but just as double and threatening, given the only hole that remained exposed. Now it was time to fool her phony slave. "Head down on the floor!" Victoria obeyed immediately, waiting impatiently for the pressure and depth to increase. When it did, the huge double dildo slipped deeper into her pussy, but was suddenly accompanied by pressure from what she assumed was the other end on her ass. "Ohhhh..." She groaned, "That's too big for my ass baby, please... just put the other end in you and fuck me hard, roomy." Again she cursed herself for her role mistake. Could this hot babe really believe she was under some kind of spell? Again nothing changed, and she felt like the cat with nine lives. She said, "Oh God! It hurts so bad!" Oddly enough however, it didn't hurt anymore than pleasurably. She wondered how she could suddenly take such a big dildo up her ass. Marlene continued to hold both dildo's in one hand so her subject would think they were the same piece. Slowly, she rose and put a leg either side of Vikki, then sat back on the edge of the bed. Then she worked on positioning herself and the two dildos to get them into her holes the same way as they were well seated in Victoria. When she had them both set, she began to scoot forward and down on Vikki's upturned ass. They both groaned in mind shattering pleasure as the dildos went into each other as deep as their bodies would allow. Victoria was totally shocked and confused when she suddenly felt the skin and pleasure of Marlene's ass come down on hers, burying the tool in both her holes. It wasn't until Marlene backed up and pushed down again several times that she put one and one together and got two dildos working at once. The brazenness of her newly "outed" roommate was almost as much a turn on as the sensations at either end of her crack. The two of them seemed to get the picture the same way as they began to work away then towards each other to pump their pussies and asses into submission. The unique wave of unbelievable pleasure of something withdrawing from two holes at once was rolling over both of them at the same time. Then the filling sensation of both holes being pressed upon at once only intensified the sensations. Each took in a long deep breath as the plungers bottomed within. They would remain glued butt to cunt for several seconds, savoring the sheer pleasure of knowing they were so deeply rooted, so intimately connected, so penetratingly filled with each other. The action became regular - Marlene would begin to rise on her feet, while Victoria let her butt down to draw them apart. They would pause, just before that last inch or so left their bodies, then begin to plunge again, very slowly and deliberately at first, but faster as time went on. Soon they were both emitting groans of extreme pleasure as they bucked shorter more violent strokes against each other. Finally, with no thought to the rest of the world, they both bucked themselves tightly onto each other's genitals and held the position for several seconds of bliss. As Marlene was finally ready to let everything go, she said, "Now! Fuck me you bitch!" And they both began to lurch away and together again while shouting at near the top of their lungs at each other. The words were disgusting and threatening. The volume was unregulated and the pumping action untamed. They bucked and fucked each other like animals in the jungle until both of them came like waterfalls and squirted load after load of hot steamy juices down the ass, crack and thighs of Victoria. Eventually they slowed, and finally stopped with both dildos still buried in all four holes. They could barely hold themselves up having spent so much in orgasm. Marlene fell back on the bed without pulling from her roommate's ass. Victoria's mind was returning slowly, and she reminded herself to not speak unless spoken too. Marlene's senses were coming back too, and she knew she had a plan to complete, and then put into motion. But until then, she would enjoy the moment, and keep the charade on herself going. She had much more control with the Doc and Victoria thinking they were in charge. "Well I'll be slapped with dick and fucked up the ass!" Lori Dumond, Victoria's best friend from their old neighborhood, stood in the door with open mouth and wide eyes. "Close the fucking door!" Victoria said from under her roommate, still not moving. Lori did so, far too slowly for Victoria's comfort, then added, "You bitch, Victoria! You've been holding out on us! You said your roommate was a prude! HA! You were just keeping her to yourself!" She walked around the pair and knelt down to look up close. "Holy shit! There's two of 'em in there? Got-Damn Girls! I want some uh that!" Marlene slowly rose to her feet, leaving the two dildos behind. Victoria moaned with the departure of her roommate's pleasing pressure on her ass, but did not move. If she knew her friend, there was more fun to be had. What concerned her more now was the obvious facts: One, they were found out. Lori would never let them live this apparent deception down, even though it was not a deception by her. Two, her roommate must know by now she was just playing along and that the drug had no bearing whatsoever on her actions. How was her roommate going to take that? Before anyone could say anything, Lori assumed the position Marlene had been in, skirt up and with no panties in the way. She immediately began to insert both used dildo ends into her respective holes and cooed and ahhhed as she did. Marlene just stood there watching, partly because she could hardly move after such an exhaustive patch of orgasms, and partly because she wanted so badly to watch what she must have just looked like. Lori began pumping slowly up and down to get a feel of the two dongs, and how far and short her range was. "Gimme that belt!" She yelled at Marlene. Marlene looked at the closet door where Lori was pointing and retrieved the wide leather belt hanging on the handle. Quickly, Lori wrapped it under and back up behind Victoria's back where she cinched it tight. Then with one hand free and the other holding her friend's belt like a cowboy, she rode Victoria's back side as if it were that of a bucking bull. "Yahoo!" She screamed, inducing Victoria to play along and buck back. "Oh my God, Marlene! You had us all fooled! Look at the fun you two have been having!" She waived her free hand and used the other's leverage on the belt to really jam the dildos up each other's holes. Victoria thought she would feel one or both of them coming down her throat and out on the floor any second. The fullness was matched only by the perversity of her best friend fucking her like some cow. Accidental Discovery Ch. 02 Lori yelled to the room, "Yeah! Now THIS is how you fuck a real woman! Take it bitch!" She rode her friend hard and long and all the time the two double dongs were buried in snatch and ass so far as to preclude any sight of them what so ever. Lori's big tits were bouncing with the action and turning Marlene on. She knew what that felt like, to let big tits fly with abandon, especially while your cunt is filled to the brim with meat. She reached out subconsciously and grabbed one and held it in her hand. "That's it baby! Get around behind me here. Yeah. Now reach around a grab them both, Marlene, baby, and maul 'em! Make 'em hurt!" She pushed her chest into Marlene's hands the second they touched. "Oh God yes! Oh Vic! This is so HOT! Oh baby! How could you shut me out of this!" She kept bucking and shouting and fucking. Marlene was truly mauling the woman's big tits by now, enjoying their young firmness and pliability, much like her own. She pinched the nipples, harder and harder looking for the point of maximum pleasure for her classmate, but found no bounds. The harder she pinched, the harder she howled her pleasure. She somehow had the idea to hang her tits from her pinched nipples and twirl the ends around, then release them, letting them fall only to be snatched up again with her hands. The three of them were bouncing and fucking around like rabid dogs when the door to the room suddenly opened yet again. "Jezzzus! Will somebody please lock that fucking door!" Victoria was not as concerned with being seen as she was at living though the next orgasm. She was sweating under the intense exercise, let alone the multiple orgasms coming almost as fast now as a machine gun. Her pussy and ass were melded to the dildos and her tits bouncing on the carpeted floor, friction rasping her nipples to rigidity. She didn't even look to see who had come in. She simply said, "Get those panties off and get that snatch down here in front of my face!" Marilyn Saunders, room 413 and close friend of the girls in the room, closed the door, locked it, and didn't think twice about joining her friends as instructed. The only second thought she had, was the sight of Marlene standing behind Lori and massaging her tits like she really meant it. Hell, she noticed, the prude was even rubbing her own tits up against Lori's back! For the next hour or so, the three of them rocked and sucked and fucked each other into orgasm after orgasm. They shifted positions, shifted roles, but pretty much kept the same pattern running. One person, the lying-down-cunt-lickee, got to rest relatively speaking, while the two in the main event worked their asses off fucking and get fucked. The standing tit massager was kind of a work up position to transfer too from the cunt-lickee's repose. They got the rotation started and soon were all well versed in each position. Only after each of them had cum so many times, been so satiated that they wanted no more, did they all lie back down on the two beds and relax. They breathed deeply, quietly for some time. Each automatically put a hand on each other's sex, as if it was so natural as to be a requirement to remain connected. Victoria was the first to speak, "Marlene, I'm sorry." Marlene was silent for a moment, her hand gently massaging the pubic mound of Marilyn, while Marilyn, positioned head to toe to Marlene, did the same for her. Marilyn and Lori remained silent realizing this was a private conversation. "It's ok, Vic." It was the first time she'd used Lori's private nick name for her. Lori didn't seem to mind either. "I was a fool to believe in the stuff." Now Lori could not hold back, "What stuff" What the hell are you two talking about?" Marlene and Victoria filled them in on what had happened. Victoria listened most avidly to Marlene's depiction of what had occurred at the lab. She'd seen the good doctor on campus and thought like most of the girls, he was hot. Marlene listened intently to the description of the betrayal phone call. The guy was also a rat. He'd taken complete advantage of her trust and devotion, made a mockery of her attempts at decorum in the office, and just plain duped her into shameless acts on his lab table. She wanted in the worst way to get even. Before she could say this however, Lori spoke up. "I can't believe that shithead! Treat our little Marlene that way! Fuck him!" "Yeah," Victoria said softly, "Fuck him." The other three girls looked at Vic in surprise. "What? He's HOT!" She looked at her silent friends. "Which one of you wouldn't fuck him if you got the chance? Huh? Tell me that?" Marlene said, when they looked at her out of habit, "Hey, don't look at me! I already did it! That's what got us into this mess, hmm. Guess this isn't such a bad mess after all." They all chuckled. Lori said, "Yeah! Maybe we ought to thank him!" Marilyn, the quietest of the group, said, "Yeah, we ought to thank him all right. And if he's lucky, we'll let him keep his job." Lori's mind was clicking fast. All the words from her classmates were gelling into thoughts in her mind like a word scramble coming to light. If anyone in the group was devious enough to pull off what she was thinking, it was her. "Wait! I have an idea." She disclosed her idea, making up the details as she went, but she knew where she wanted it to end up. The three girls listened intently, laughing on occasion, and helping out with details when Lori needed help. When they were done, they had a plan. As if to shake hands on it, they all jumped into one bed and made love and sex all the rest of the evening. The next afternoon, the phone rang in Marlene's room at half past four. Victoria answered it, "Hello?" "Victoria?" "Yes, uh, Jerry?" "Yes. I mean, no. That's all passed. Have you seen Marlene? She's not here yet. She's never been late before." "I know! She's right here! Stiff, damnit. She's not going anywhere. I ask her questions and she doesn't respond. I thought you said that stuff was no more dangerous than sugar water! What's wrong with my roommate you fucking Frankenstein!" The three girls in the background were struggling to hold in their laughter at Victoria's impeccable performance. "What? Jesus Christ! There has to be something wrong..." "There's something wrong all right. You fucked up my roommate with some voodoo shit from your lab! You told me to trick her and I did. Then she figured it out and went ballistic on me. I left, and when I came back, there was a little bottle on her night table and it was empty. She drank it, asshole, all of it! And didn't say a fucking thing all night! When she woke up just a little while ago, she still won't talk. What the fuck did you do!" Phillips was shook. He had tested the results of course. There were traces of other chemicals, but the results, as in most of the tests so far, were little more than sugar water. This couldn't be! He flashed every image of yesterday's test through his mind. "Have you tried to talk to her?" "Have I tried to talk to her! What are you, deaf! Some quack!" The girls were all choking down their laughter. This was too good. "Me and my friends have been walking her, talking to her, shouting at her, nothing! You fucking beast!" Even Veronica could barely hold her hilarity in. Doc Phillips thought about the events and the information as fast as his mind could process the data. Marlene was hurt by his antics. That was horrible! He felt terrible. But now others were aware, and that threatened his career. He reached deep down within himself and tried to figure out what had happened. What could she possibly be reacting to. An allergy? Some kind of chemical reactions? He wasn't listening consciously, but he heard voices continue on the phone. "She still isn't moving." "When was the last time she had anything to drink? She could be dehydrating." "I have asked her a dozen times if she's hungry or thirsty. She just sits there." "Give her some water, damnit. Don't take no for an answer." What was he, going crazy? He wanted to die. Marlene wasn't even speaking. He wasn't processing data. The world was caving in. The phone went silent he replayed what he'd heard and asked, "What happened? Is she all right? Did she drink?" "Yes. She just drank the water. Now what the hell..." "Wait! You said she's been totally unresponsive, didn't you?" Phillips had his hopes high. Could it possible be? "Yeah? So?" "Has she had anything to eat since yesterday?" He asked with anticipation. "No. I asked, she doesn't want. Now listen..." "Shut up! Don't ask. Have you got a piece of fruit or something there?" Victoria put her hand over the phone to keep him from hearing their breaking up. When quieted, she said, "Yeah, I have a banana." The others nearly vomited their laughter at her choice. "Ok, now listen carefully. You must say exactly what I say, do you understand?" The seriousness of his voice sent her back into convulsions of laughter. "Yes." "Ok, I want you to say, 'Here, eat this.' That's all. Hand her the banana. You got that?" "Yeah, I got it. I suppose a banana won't hurt her." Again she held the phone so Phillips couldn't hear. They were all really having trouble remaining under control. "My God! She's eating it!" She could hardly contain herself. "Ok." He paused, and Victoria was sure he'd just exhausted the biggest sigh of relief of his life. But he wasn't out of the woods yet. "Ok, ok... Listen. Can you bring Marlene down here, to the lab?" She winked at her friends. Hook, line and... "Yes, sure. But why?" "I think I know how to reverse the effects of this, uh, problem. Please, just bring her down here, ok?" He would think of what to do and say to get himself out of this potentially career ending jam while they were on their way. "Ok, when, now?" "Yes, right now. Thanks." He was about to hang up when he thought to ask, "Wait! Tell me this. Would you say that her condition has worsened, or improved?" "What? From eating a banana?" Again she choked back he guffaw. "No, damn. Has she gotten better since last night? Is she improving generally?" He was anxious for the answer. They all nodded their approval of the obvious answer. "Yes. I guess. It could be wearing off. Is that what you are thinking?" But the phone was hung up. Doctor Charles sat back in his office chair and kicked his feet up on the top. With his hands folded and supporting his chin, he rocked minutely while he thought. He had a career to save, and a very interesting opportunity. The wheels of greed began to spin. The four girls squeezed into a cab and Marlene gave the driver the address of the lab. They continued to plot and scheme, testing each other with questions as they went. "Ok," Victoria said to Marlene, "Until you figured out that I was playing you yesterday, everything is exactly as it really happened. You don't have to think about lying about any of it. And after I found you, you don't remember a thing. Right?" "Right." "And the rest of you. I called you guys when I found out she had drunk the bottle. She's been a zombie every since. Ok?" They all agreed just as the cab pulled up to the curb in front of Doc Phillips' corporate employer. While they got out, paid the driver and walked up the steps and made for the elevator, another car pulled up across the street and parked in an metered parking spot. Once on the lab's floor, the women made one last adjustment to their rather skimpy outfits and Marlene went into her trance mode. They knocked on the Doc's door. Charlie was surprised to see not two, but four women waiting. He hesitated, but then asked them in, and looked up and down the hall to make sure no one saw them enter, not that he could have done anything about it they did. "Sit down, please." He walked over to Marlene who'd sat as if on command, staring forward and with a blank look. "Hmmm.. I see what you mean. Did she drink the entire bottle?" "Yes, well, except for the drop or two she put in my drink. When I saw the bottle next, it was on her bedside and empty. Here, I brought it with me." The Doc took the bottle and did some calculations. He considered the bit of luck he'd just been handed in the form of the evidence. Though he was dying to test the liquid's controlling powers, the one thing he needed to know was how long the amount that Marlene took would keep her under the power of others. "And uh, you are sure her uh, situation changed for the better?" Victoria wanted to scream Marlene was right about his questions. She knew him and his work and his psyche now, all too well. This was exactly what she'd said he would get around to asking. "Oh, yes. She's much better now. I'm uh, sorry I screamed at you. The color is back in her face, more movement, much better now." "Hmmm. Very good. Yes." The three unaffected girls watched him like children with Mr. Rogers. He felt like a God in their eyes, an opportunity he wouldn't miss if he had his way. So Marlene was coming out of it. He had no way of knowing how far out, or how much longer it would take, but he could figure out close enough what amount it might take to get someone to the state she was in now, complete obedience. What the hell, he thought, it was worth the risk. "Listen, this is going to take awhile. Can I get you girls something to drink?" Again! Right on target! This guy was not only predictable, but hornier than a toad! Lori chimed in, "Sure! And if you have something to spice it up just a bit, we are through with classes this afternoon." When all the other girls looked at her as if she'd just betrayed them all, she added casually, "It's not as if we're under aged or anything." Charlie smiled at the last remark. For a moment, he thought... nah. "Sorry, I don't keep any alcohol here." "I have to use the can. Where is it?" Marilyn asked, twisting her legs a few times to draw his attention to the mid thigh skirt. "Oh, sure. It's out the door you came in and to your left, uh, three doors? It's marked." Both the Doc and Marilyn left their seats and the three remaining girls whispered a few acknowledgements that all was going according to plan. The big show was about to begin. Marilyn came back first and left the door unlocked, the true reason for her exit in the first place. She winked at all three women. Doc Phillips came back a minute later and had prepared a tray of four glasses of coke with ice, again just as Marlene had predicted. He passed the tray around and saw to it that each girl took a glass. When he got to Marlene, he surprised them all by offering her a glass too. She surprised them further by sitting there, quiet, not responding to his questions. Commands, she reminded herself, only commands. Phillips stood up straight, and looked at her a moment. Then he realized he'd asked a question in the context of the role he'd played with her. Maybe the real thing didn't work that way. He leaned into her again, "Marlene, drink this. It'll make you feel better." He turned after she took the plain coke and said to the others, "Perhaps the caffeine will override the effects. He nodded at them in some sort of conspiratorial relationship. The girls looked at each other, winked mockingly when his back was turned, and then said, "Bottoms up" together and drank their cokes down. Charlie watched in awe as the three of them downed their entire cokes in one long drink. "Well! Are you all that thirsty? Anyone care for another?" They all started to give their own answers of "No thank you," when the other three of them suddenly lapsed into silence. Unbelievable! Charlie couldn't believe his luck! Not only did he have three women in his power, it seemed, but he had discovered a wonder chemical that could possibly have unprecedented effects on the world. His mind was beginning to assess all these possibilities when he realized he was not alone. Four beautiful women, different sizes, different shapes, all about the same age and all of them sexily clad, were sitting in his locked lab, subservient to his every command. "Everyone stand up." They did, Marlene included. "Sit down." They did. "Shirts off." There was a moment of hesitation, then all four of them began to unbutton or simply pull tops overhead. In a minute, all three were sitting before him, bare-chested. Not a single one had worn a bra. "Skirts off." Again, no delay, no complaint, not even a look in his direction. They all just undid clasps and zippers and scooted up to push skirts down over their knees and let them fall to the floor. Not a one wore panties! He thought he heard something behind him, took a quick look, and then fixed his eyes again on the beautiful tits arrayed before him. This was more than he could ever have dreamed of. "Legs spread for inspection." The military command nature of the situation was overpowering. They all spread their knees wide. "Marlene," He looked directly at Victoria. "On you knees between these legs. I want to see you lick her pussy for me. Marlene rose slowly and stepped over to where Victoria sat. She dared not look into her face for they would both break out laughing. As she bent down to kneel, she got a special relief, the scent of her roommate wafting up in heat from her snatch. She had no trouble following orders and began to eat her roomy once more. "Lori, the same with, what is it Marilyn?" Neither moved nor said a thing. "Damn! This is too good. Lori. Do the same to Marilyn." She rose and followed Marlene's lead. The four women were soon deeply involved in letting real emotions take them away. Phillips watched for several minutes, using the time to accustom himself to his apparent success, and to figure out what he was going to do with the opportunity that had befallen him. Nagging in the back of his mind was a thought he didn't want to have, that maybe he was being played, his same strategy played right back at him. He decided the possibility was remote, and yet strong enough to warrant further review. "Ladies. Stop." The motion stopped, but two women still had their heads buried in two snatches. "Stand up." They did, all naked except for shoes. They were magnificent, Charlie thought. He hoped beyond all hopes that they were truly his to deal with and play with as he pleased. "All of you, march out into the hall and wait for me at the elevator." To his surprise, and extreme pleasure, they all turned and marched toward the door. Marlene was first there and reached for the door handle. "Stop!" Charlie's voice was right on queue. Marlene had told them he'd try something like this, something they would never consider unless they were under his spell. Even he was not stupid enough to be caught with four naked women emerging from his office into the company's halls. "Come over here and remove my clothes. Marlene, make sure the door is locked." She had started to return but went back and locked the door. Too late, she thought and smiled to herself. "All of you, line up and face the wall." They did as they were told, silently. Charlie walked over and walked down the line of them as if he were inspecting his troops. When he reached the end, he turned around and stopped at each to slip his hand between their cheeks and feel their goods. He was smiling almost as broadly as his heart was beating fast. After each he pulled his hand from their crotch and smelled it, picking up a different scent from each and learning their varying degrees of wetness at the same time. "Hands on the wall, and step back." He backed up to give them room. They did as commanded and soon they were all leaning on the wall. "Spread 'em." Marlene was amazed at the different person her idol had become. He was just a man, like any other, horny, self centered, conniving. Her wishes and hopes that she'd found someone different were dashed. Quickly now, she was beginning to change inside, becoming more cynical, more self-centered. Accidental Discovery Ch. 02 Victoria was determined to put on a good show. They needed the film she hoped her friend was making. She hoped Lori's friend could keep shooting through all that was likely to happen. Men had their uses, she smiled inwardly. She sneaked a peak to her left and right to see if the other girls were ok. They appeared to be. Phillips traveled up and down the line a few more times, taking more and varied liberties each time. No less than four beautiful specimens of female flesh were arrayed before him and at his command. He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. Spending a good ten minutes feeling up and penetrating each and every girl in every hole and fumbling with their tits in between, he was having the time of his life. He began speaking more, telling them what he was finding, berating them as he did. "Hmmm... nice asshole Lori. Must be as loose as your snatch. I wonder why. Let me see here. Two fingers in each." He had both hands on her and was down on his knees. "Three fingers in each." She jerked at the still pleasurable pain. "Four fingers.... In each." She jerked harder, feeling the pain remain after he was inside her. She was beginning to feel full as well as split open. Charlie was surprised at his actions, as well as the ease with which he was entering Lori's ass. Could it be she was especially prone to this type of penetration? "Lori. Tell me if you like anal sex." "I like anal sex." "Tell me if you like fisting." There was a moment of silence. Lori didn't want to ruin their game, but she also was not one to pass up an opportunity for something new. How could she answer? "I don't know." Charlie considered the answer, and his next command. "Prepare to find out." The other three girls reacted with the slightest movement they could contain. None looked with more than their eyes, nor squirmed in heat or fear any more than they could prevent. There would be little they could do anyway. Marlene was especially impressed with how quickly Charlie had figured out how to command information from his harem. He was after all, a PhD! Moments later, they all heard Lori, "Uhhhhh!" She was reacting involuntarily to the pain of Charlie's hand working its way up her ass. Still, he didn't relent more than to pause a moment while her anus stretched to accommodate him. While he waited, he kissed her ass several times, and played with her clit with his other hand. She moaned again when he resumed his push. His hand was about to cross the threshold when he felt her body constrict. "Oh God! I can't take it! Please. Pull it out!" Charlie was suddenly drowning in information. The woman's dose of the brew had not forced her to accept pain she knew she should not receive, kind of like hypnosis. Would more of the concoction make her more bold? Were there pain submission effects at play that allowed her to accept more diameter in the first place. The questions outnumbered the information coming in. He longed for more data, more time, months, even years with these specimen to test further. He was embarking on the most erotic and amazing project of his life. He'd leave the company, sell his drug for huge profits. He'd ... back to the matters at hand, or rather wrapped around one. "Tell me you can, or you cannot accept further attempt to receive my fist up your ass." Lori knew she was able to accept more. She wanted more. Saying "no" was her way of saying "wait". Let me stretch more. I want your fist in my ass! I want your fist in my ass! "I want your fist in my ass!" She had screamed the words. Charlie's head tilted back in surprise, then forward again with a smile. "I thought so." He pushed, and his thumb and little finger knuckles, the widest point on his hand, finally broke through. Her ass closed around his wrist quickly and sealed him in, while his victim dealt exquisitely with the whole new world of sensations. "Tell me what you feel!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... My God! That is sooooooooooo good." She was about to say the words anyway, and give away their game. Fortunately, the Doc's need for control won out and prompted the command first. He was missing all kinds of indicators now, and the girls were amazed at his poor self-controls. The man was under his own spell. "Tell me what you feel!" "I feel so full! I feel, so violated! I feel so, so, fucking good!" She couldn't help it. "That's right, baby, that's right. And don't you forget it the next time I begin to ram my fist up your ass, you got that?" A reprieve, "Oh yes, Master. I will remember." She remembered she'd been told to only respond to commands, not questions too, but fortunately the Doctor had missed the mistake yet again. He went on as if nothing had changed. "Stand up straight!" He kneeled beneath her as she stood bow-legged over him. "Play with your clit for me, and keep those legs spread wide." She obeyed and dropped both her hands eagerly to her mound. Working her clit with one and dropping the other further she slipped a couple fingers inside to feel the bulk of his hand through her tunnel walls. It was the most filling experience of her life, like being constipated and liberated all at the same time. She wanted to jump up and down on his hand. "Victoria!" Oh, oh, she thought. "Step over here, and see how good this feels." She stepped over closer and thinking but not knowing what he meant for her to do next. Fist her girlfriend? "Spread your legs like your friend here." She knew now, and somehow reluctantly and expectantly followed his command. "You other girls. Assume a position in front of your friends, hold them up, rub their tits with your own. NOW!" They all moved as instructed. Doc Phillips' other hand began with one finger in Victoria's pussy, then another, then a third and fourth. She was beginning to squirm under the sensations but was suddenly relieved when he pulled out. Such relief, or anticipation, was not long staying. He shoved a finger up her ass and then a second. She squirmed again, but so far enjoyed the penetration. Her tits too were being played so nicely by her newly freed roomy. "Hold her, Marlene." Marlene did as she was told, looking into the eyes of her roommate, smiling. Then the questioning look they gave each other was the same, how far to let this go? Victoria nodded her desire to proceed, and Marlene kept silent, holding her friend for the onslaught about to overtake her. Charlie skipped three fingers and went to four. He tried something new and pushed them hard inside her in a single jolt, one that brought a reciprocal jolt from Victoria's body, followed by a muffled exclamation of pain. But Charlie felt he knew better, and let his hand rest where it was, stretching the muscle of her ass before executing further assault. Marlene looked into her pained eyes once more, and once more her friend and roommate winked her approval to proceed. That approval might have been withdrawn if Doctor Phillips had performed his next move at anything less than the speed at which it was executed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Victoria stiffened hard. Marlene was about to put an end to it all. This had gone too far. Her boss was an animal she'd never seen before. He wasn't the soft spoken, soft hearted, fatherly figure she thought she knew. He was turning into a hard hearted, animalistic, sadistic son-of-a-bitch even as she watched, viciously fisting women's asses, intentionally drugging them with mind controlling, unproven drugs, and worsening by the minute. Why the hell was Victoria letting this go on? Where was the photographer they'd let into the lab as part of Victoria and Lori's plan? How could he not call for help? Somehow the accomplishment negated the pain and fear and Victoria was able to let her ass relax. As it did, the pain became bearable, then pleasurable. She felt full, remembered Lori's words, and added, satiated like she'd never been there before. The Doctor's fists were both buried now in the bowels of two coeds in his lab. Two more, one a paid intern, were obliging his command to hold his targets upright in the assault. And together, they all resembled something out of an illegal movie of rape-sodomy, and he was the star. He loved the role and saw himself instantly on top of the world. As he began to move his arms up and down into the girls, Charlie was beside himself in lust. He watched the skin of their sphincter muscles pull on his wrist, then resist his intrusion. He wanted to fuck them all while his fists were up their asses. He wanted to eat them out at the same time. He wanted woman flesh all over him, feeling him, penetrating him, riding his pole. He said, "It's all in babies... every inch! You are fisted! You are mine!" When Marlene looked into his eyes behind her roommate, she saw a different man. His body was tense, his mouth tight in a mean grin and his eyes, his eyes were steeled, glossed over as if seeing through a different dimension. Marlene knew in that stare that he had left them, left for a different place in a state of total, unrequited lust and need. The man was not himself. He looked up from victim to victim with that grin, seeing right through them. He pumped one fist up as he watched the victim's face for signs of impact. Then the other hand would push. He didn't even realize his hands were climbing up inside their tunnels. His forearm was already reaching inside the outer sphincter ring of each woman when the room suddenly went silent, and a booming voice overpowered them all. "Don't even fucking move, Mister!" Doctor Charles P. Phillips froze. Someone else was in the lab. A company employee? A "suit" form corporate? Cops? His career was ruined! He had just committed career and financial suicide! This could mean not just the loss of his job, and a black mark on his record that he would never overcome, but it could me financial ruin too. The company would surely be sued by at least one of these women. Deep pockets. He would be named in the suit. Everything he had, and everything he had planned to be was suddenly nothing, stripped away like a piece of tape, gone. The whole world had suddenly tipped upside down. He didn't feel the hands of Marlene and Marilyn gently, slowly pulling his fists from their friends. He was crestfallen, still on his knees, and staring blankly at the floor. He didn't even look around to see who had come in, or how. It didn't matter. All was lost now. That was all that mattered. Marlene couldn't believe the size of the man behind her boss. He had to bet six and a half feet tall, built like an ox, one that works out, a lot! His short hair was brown and he was clean shaven. He wore a T-shirt that showed off his build, muscular being a gross understatement. He wore khaki pants and sneakers too. She spotted some of his gear on the lab table beside him where he stood with his hands on his hips, a look of menace in his lips and eyes. If it weren't for the hair, standing there with his arms crossed on his broad chest, he could have been the model for Mr. Clean. Charlie's fists came out of the two girls smoothly, with a little plopping sound, and both women sighed with relief when they did. Victoria looked at her friend Lori and they smiled broadly at the success of their plan, but also at their ability to take the pain and humiliation, not to mention pleasure of their first fisting. Lori even laughed out loud at the ordeal and the accomplishment, relishing the revenge they were about to have on the good Doctor turned masochist. The women turned to face their tormentor. "Stand up Doctor Phillips." Lori commanded. He did, his head drooped and his arms at his sides, a self-broken man. "You are some kind of pig, Mister," She continued. "What is it? Huh? Can't get a girl on your own? What's the matter? Afraid to work with what you've got?" She stepped in front of him like a drill instructor and grabbed his crotch. In an ever loudening voice, she continued to berate him. "And you're a Doctor! Shit! I've had pets smarter than you! You actually thought you'd come up with a mind control drug? Worse, you would actually use it on your employee? And people you didn't even know? You are a piece of work Mister, a lowly one, for sure. A real piece of work." Marlene was smiling at the outset of this tirade but when Lori mentioned the deceitful use of the drug, she felt just as guilty as probably the Doctor. Hadn't they just done the same thing? And that brought another fear into the mix. Had her friends had brought along Godzilla for some reason beyond filming? He stood there like a monster waiting to pounce. Lori was talking like a vengeful witch, about to sic her dog on the Doc. Suddenly this whole thing was on the verge getting out of control in the opposite direction from before. Marlene's antennae were up and she was prepared to bolt whenever necessary. Lori continued, "You, Doctor, are an ant. We can squash you like the bug you are. We have a big shoe here, Doc, one that can step on you and make you disappear." She pulled the brute over to her and put an arm around his waist. "MY shoe. And he loves to stomp and play." Marlene was getting really nervous. So was the Doc. He began to shake. But Lori was relentless, "We were amazed what you did to our friend here Charlie," She spat the name out, as if it were contaminated. "We knew you were nothing but trash then. But when you called her roommate and asked her to work with you against her for more, well that was the straw that broke the Doctor's back. You're a conniving, ungrateful son-of-a-bitch, man, and you need to be punished. And guess who's here to do just that!" Marlene stepped forward to put a stop to the whole affair. She wanted no part of rape or any forced behavior. It just wasn't part of her being. But Victoria held her arm back and winked at her, reassuring her all was well. A couple more nods of encouragement from her roommate quelled her fears for the moment and she backed off. Victoria gave her another wink and whispered in her ear, "Watch this. And DON'T worry!" Lori ordered, "Girls, strip him!" Marilyn and Victoria immediately obeyed, pulling his pants down, his lab coat and shirt off, and leaving him standing there in his boxer shorts. While he stood there like an inert zombie, Lori said, "The shorts too." They were removed. She then signaled with her head to move him over to the lab table and push him forward over it. With some surgical tubing used for the gas jets on the lab table, Lori and Marilyn tied his hands to drawer handles on the other side of the table. Victoria used the same material to tie his feet too, after spreading them past his shoulder width. The Doctor was quickly splayed over the table, helpless, with a huge man standing directly behind him. Marlene's fear was nothing compared to the emotions beginning to surface in the Doctor. "What are you going to do?" The Doctor's sudden question was filled with trepidation. Lori didn't answer, but looked at the brute who nodded his head toward the office. He disappeared for a moment then returned with a bag. From it he pulled a video camera, a large one, professional model, and placed it on the next lab table. The huge man then opened the LCD panel on its side, punched a few buttons, and the Doctor was soon watching a playback of his attack on the women. He saw instantly how this tape, if cut at the right beginning and end, would appear not only to incriminate him for performing sexual acts on the job, but for enslaving and brutalizing women too. He wasn't just looking at loosing his career, he was looking at jail time! "This is your life, Doctor Phillips, passing before your eyes. Just like Marlene's passed before hers when she found out you tricked her. Just like Victoria's and mine when you raped our asses. Just like any smutted pervert prick like you should see. You are ours now, Doctor, and you shall pay." Her voice was low, grinding on his psyche. He moaned at the video easily seen across the benches. He watched in emotional pain, embarrassment and fear as he saw his fists make their way into the asses of his victims, as the other two girls stood by, stabilizing their friends at his command. Wait! He thought back through all the confusion and grabbed at slivers of information. His drug didn't work. It didn't work yesterday, and it couldn't have worked today. This was just as much a ploy as his own actions the day before. The women had ganged up on him. The brute! Where was he? Wouldn't he have been brutalizing him already if there was something beyond photographer in his presence here? His mind lifted itself from morbid surrender to analytical endeavor. It raced through the events since that first drop had fallen into his coffee the day before. He added things up, eliminated erroneous thoughts, pulled pieces together, and finally began to see a new light. He looked up and around at the girls. The brute was standing behind Lori off to his right. Victoria was between Lori and him. The other two, Marilyn and Marlene were off to his left, all in the aisle between him and the viewing table. They were watching him, waiting, and he was giving them all the entertainment they had come for. He looked at Marlene and said, "I'm sorry babe. Truly." His head dropped and then came up again slowly when he heard Lori and Victoria giggling. He smiled and said, "Nice work. You really, REALLY had me going!" Marlene watched in wonder as Lori suddenly started laughing aloud. Victoria and Marilyn joined in, as did the brute. And he was suddenly not a brute, but a "buddy" putting his hands on Lori and Victoria's shoulders, laughing right along. It was another few seconds before Marlene realized they had kept her in the dark on their ending. Lori looked at her as did the others and said, "Sorry Marlene. We just didn't know if you could keep a straight face through all this." She laughed in earnest now. Marlene looked back at the Doc and began to laugh too. It was several minutes before she surprised them all and said, "But wait!" They all became silent. "Are my eyes deceiving me, or is there a pair of gorgeous men in our midst, in a locked room, with one of them actually tied to a table?" Accidental Discovery It was several minutes before she felt what had to be an impending eruption. She noticed it first in his ball sac as it suddenly tensed then released a few times. Then she felt the power of his desire as his sperm surged up through cock to spurt forth into her waiting mouth and throat. Massey groaned again as the jism flew and his assistant sucked it down, every drop, as if wanting more. He fell back on his hands as she continued to work his meat with her mouth and suction and hands. The man spewed an enormous load down her throat and knew it was impossible for her to take it all. Finally his shaft subsided, empty, cleaned and free of its obligation to please. “Was that good, Doctor?” She asked, slurping an errant string off her lips. “Yesssssssss.” He responded, finding yet a new way to change his approach to direct answers. Marlene smiled with pride and satisfaction. This was not her first blowjob, but it was her best. There was no fear of performing poorly, for one thing, given the current state of obedience the Doctor was in. She finally had a chance to do it her way, and actually enjoy herself at the same time. And then there was the respect for the man. This was a man who never treated disrespectfully, who never groped her, or slighted her with remarks or innuendo. She wanted to spend more time analyzing this wonderful new situation, but felt another need too. Rising up to her feet again, she said, “Get down here, Charlie.” She lightly slapped his thigh and smiled. Massey quickly, and with no regard to his opened pants, hopped off the high table and stood before his assistant. The action ensured his pants fell the rest of the way to his ankles, while his jockey briefs remained, still half covering his ball sac and draping below, down the tops of his thighs. Marlene was amazed for a moment that the man made no attempt to either cover himself, or approach her. She had to remind herself he was truly in some kind of hypnotic state, and she was actually in charge. The sense of power surged through her. Needing to test her control yet again, she asked “Charlie, what do you like about me?” There was no hesitation. He quickly blurted out, “I like everything about you.” Not good enough, she thought, “Be more specific.” She put her hands on her hips, the tension in her shoulder muscles pulling her blouse open further. “I like your breasts. I like your face, your eyes and your lips. I like your hair.” His eyes roamed over her body as he spoke. Marlene noticed right away this was different - being looked over by the Doctor, as opposed to the way most men looked. Doctor Massey had a fondness in his eyes, a kindness, though not entirely covering the lust there as well. He continued as he dropped his gaze lower, “I like your hips and how they accent your narrow waist. Your legs are perfectly proportioned, narrowing your figure again toward your smooth and shapely calves. Your ankles are strong and yet sexy, especially when you wear heels.” She was impressed at the detail he had the unlikely quality to see, and terribly flattered. She was also getting more excited than she’d ever been. “Dr. Massey, Charlie, do you fantasize about me? At night I mean, or anytime we are together maybe?” Again, the blunt and immediate response. “Yes.” “Hmm.. When was the last time you fantasized about me?” She leaned on one leg and cocked her head to one side, very curious. “This afternoon when you came to work.” “Oh! Really! And what was your fantasy? Did youuuu…. Throw me down on the floor and rape me?” She knew immediately she’d said the wrong thing. Misusing her control was no way to act. She’d just taken him for granted, and she wanted nothing to do with that kind of behavior. Before she could retract her question, he said simply, “No.” “What did you do fantasize then, Charlie?” “I picked you up and placed you gently on this table,” He patted the table where he’d just been sitting. “Then I raised your skirt, spread your legs, pushed the crotch of your pink panties aside and applied my mouth to your pussy.” She was surrounded by reactions to his words. He was so blunt, and so purely. There were no inhibitions, no games being played on words. He was a scientist, and described his actions in such terms, but he also used words like “ crotch” and “pussy.” He also admitted to a fantasy he’d had just a few hours ago, where he dove between her legs to please her, a somewhat righteous improvement over the classic wham-bam-thank-you-mam approach most men seemed to have. Odd, she reflected, that this was exactly the same blunt approach she had just taken with him! The realization tied some things together. “So your first desire was to, uh, eat me? Not just, well, fuck me?” “Yes.” “Why?” She was still somewhat bewildered. For the longest time there was hesitation in his response. He seemed to be contemplating his answer. And yet… “It is the single most intimate way I could introduce myself to you, sexually.” “WOW!” She thought. Not only was he probably right, as she thought it over, but he put it so eloquently, there was absolutely no way this man could be anything but himself at that moment. He was truly obligated to speak the truth under the influence of that accidental drug. “My God,” she muttered, “What am I going to do with you?” Her question was to herself, but the response came from the Doctor. “Anything you want.” Marlene looked up at him, a full head taller than she, and stared deeply in awe. Her lower jaw dropped and she was truly frozen in recognition of her situation. This was all much too good to be true. A man she already respected, even longed for, now stood before her telling her the first thing he fantasized about was pleasing her? There was absolutely nothing it seemed, that stood between her that moment and nirvana. “Well Doctor, let’s just make that fantasy come true.” She lifted her arms like a child waiting to be picked up. Massey’s lips edged slightly wider as he held her with both arms and raised her as he turned them around and placed her gently on the tabletop. Marlene brought her hands up to her breasts and resumed their massage as she rocked side to side on her ass cheeks to let her skirt ride up her thighs. Massey helped as if they’d choreographed and rehearsed the act many times. As her panties came to light, she asked somewhat slyly, “Charlie, how did you know I was wearing pink panties?” To her knowledge, she hadn’t had to bend over or find any other occasion to give him such a view this day. “You always wear pink on Thursday’s.” “Oh? I do?” She asked, preoccupied as they finished raising her skirt all the way up behind her to her waist. She pulled on the hem to further raise and invert the piece to prevent at least some of the inevitable wrinkles. Massey stood still before her to answer her question. “Yes.” “And what do I wear on Monday’s?” She was almost laughing at his observation. How silly, she thought. “Blue.” His answer was so confident she suddenly stiffened. Immediately she thought about what she’d worn on Monday, three days before. They were blue! She’d worn them with jeans. She has no classes on Mondays and always dressed more casually. Amazing! How did he know that? “And Tuesdays?” “Green.” Now she was getting near fear again. This was uncanny. Already she’d remembered she’d worn a pair of light green, French cut lacey panties on Tuesday. There was no way she could remember back to last week, but how could the Doctor possibly know that? She started to wonder if perhaps he had some perverted thing going with a hidden camera. She found herself trying to find some reason to reject such an idea. Surely her handsome prince of this lab was not a pervert! Then he put his hands on her thighs. “How did you know what color panties I was wearing those days?” Her voice held an accusatory tone. But before he could answer, she demanded, “What did I wear yesterday?” She knew he couldn’t tell, for she’d worn slacks on Wednesday. Her outfit was light and summery, shades of yellow with a beige blouse. She’d worn yellow panties. “Yellow.” She was near anger, and asked the question again, “Doctor, how do you know what color panties I wear to the office?” “The color spectrum. You follow it nearly every week.” “The what!” She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. She knew nothing about following any spectrum of color in relation to her closet. “Explain.” Her words and tension were fighting the soft touch of his hands on the skin of her thighs. “You almost always follow the color spectrum. On Monday’s you wear blue, Tuesday’s a green, then a Yellow, Thursday’s, like today, a pink,” They both looked down at her pink panties, and both stiffened slightly at the first signs of wetness appearing where the satiny material met her thighs. He continued, “Friday’s you wear red.” She peeled her eyes from her panties and looked at him. “And I suppose that though you’ve never seen me on the weekends, you know what I wear then?” “Yes. I believe so.” His answer was frustratingly brief, and almost belligerently confident. “HOW! How could you know?” She was suddenly so agitated she started to straighten as if to jump off the table. A vision of a camera in the ceiling of the restroom had appeared in her mind. “Saturdays you probably wear black, and Sunday’s are white, all the colors in one, purity, the start of your week.” He didn’t move, but neither did she. The answer made her think, forgetting for a moment the man between her legs, and his hands on her thighs. “Really?” She wondered, “Could I be that predictable?” As her mind began to trace her days, and her clothing each day, she could find no exceptions to his rule. She did indeed wear blue on Monday, the green on Tuesday and the yellow on Wednesday! And now that she thought about it, she did wear white cotton panties under sweats on Sunday for her long walk along the beach. She even considered what she was going to wear tomorrow, but could not see anything predictable. Only past experience seemed to work, and so far, every example supported the words of her boss. Amazing. And very touching that he should be so observant of her behavior. She’d never even heard of anything like it. “How…” She was cutoff by the sensation of her boss’s tongue on her clit. She’d been so deep in thought, she’d missed when he dropped down on her. He flicked his tongue ever so lightly at first, as if introducing himself, just as he had said. It felt so good, there was no way that her response could be one of anything but absolutely welcoming her guest and giving him carte blanche on her body. She let her head fall back, her mouth open, and her eyes roll up. Massey kept his hands moving too. As his tongue worked on the nub of her clit, his hands glided lightly over her skin. They grazed on the flesh of her thighs, sliding across and down between her legs, then up and over and outside, followed by a reach around to the cheeks of her ass and back forward to repeat the process. Marlene’s own hands came up and began to massage her breasts. Massey was driving her crazy, his mouth tweaking her twat more aggressively all the time. Before too long, and with her body sending its first signals of an impending orgasm, he opened his mouth wide and took in her entire pussy, lips, clit and all. The sensation for Marlene was blissful, yet electric. At the same moment her body relaxed entirely, it tensed immediately in impending orgasm. When the Doctor began to suck, then blow, then suck on her pussy while continuing to flick her clit with his tongue, she grabbed her tits tightly, groaned loudly and let her entire body convulse in the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. She let her hips buck on the table, plopping back down after each blast off the marble top. She jerked her loins up at his face, then finally let go of her tits and pulled his head down hard on her cunt as if to never let it go. Marlene fucked his face like a man fucks his fist, hard, fast and so intense as to do damage if natural forces didn’t take over. Through it all she was groaning, emitting guttural words and commands even she didn’t under stand. Halfway through the seemingly endless surge of energy release, she shouted coherently, “Oh! God! Yes, Doctor Massey!!! Fuck my face! So hard! Yes!” As if to further emphasize her power over him, he intensified his attack and much to Marlene’s amazement, intensified her response even further. What she’d already thought was her greatest orgasm ever, suddenly turned up yet another notch and surged through her like burning fuel from a hot rocket. She yelled her glee and satisfaction at the ceiling, holding herself from falling backwards by holding onto the Massey’s head. Her breasts were bouncing with the action of her body and occasionally when she’d rise and rock forward her tits would bounce on the man’s head. Then she’d bolt back in yet another convulsion and shout her exquisite glee at the ceiling. The orgasm finally began to subside, and she pulled herself back to a sitting position. Massey licked her off, then the sides of her thighs near and around her pussy. His work was slow, deliberate, very calming and very sensual. This was no “cigarette after” kind of guy. This was a caring person, a man with a conscience, a man who knows a woman’s body and how to please it. This had to be a man who cherished her specifically. Finally, he stood straight, still licking his lips and the sides of his mouth with his tongue. Marlene could see her juices still beyond its reach and smiled. She leaned into him and began to clean the rest of his face with her own tongue, and the two of them accomplished little more than trading her juices for saliva. As they did this, Marlene pulled Massey’s hands up to her breasts again and they began a very gentle, slow motion on her flesh. It felt so comforting and even loving after such an arousing orgasm. The two of them were acting in concert, giving to each other of themselves so that their partner could revel in the soft glow of satisfaction. It worked beautifully for some time, and they didn’t tire at all of sucking each other’s face. After some minutes, Marlene separated her head from the Doctor’s and said, while looking into his eyes, “I wore white last Sunday.” She offered her warmest smile and was rewarded with another from Massey. He said nothing however, obviously still under the spell of the errant liquid, an observation that caused a ripple of reality to course through her like a first cold breeze of winter. Was any of this real? She shrugged off the fear of the future however, and brought her thoughts back to the present where she was perhaps more satiated than she’d ever been in her life. “Do you like me, Professor?” She didn’t know where the term came from, having never used it before. He was a professor, and did teach a class, though she’d never been in it. “Yes.” His response was more than robotic, with nearly a lungful of air delivering it. She smiled and said, “I’m almost afraid to ask what other fantasies you have had about me.” Her chuckle was quickly stopped by the recognition of a disappointment in the Doctor’s face. She put a hand to his cheek and said, “Ohhhh.. don’t worry. I’m going to ask, but first it’s time for a fantasy of mine, no?” Again, his eyes betrayed his reaction, one of pleasure at her words. His body straightened as if to prepare for her next command. Marlene did not disappoint him, or herself, and said, “Take my panties off, Charlie.” She used her hands to support herself off the tabletop and enable him to slide her now sopping wet panties down her thighs. He deliberately took his time, caressing the skin of her legs as he did so. “Now my skirt,” She said as he straightened once more, his cock still standing straight out before him. While he repeated the previous action, she let herself back down and removed her blouse and bra. Now she sat naked on the table top, waiting for him to stand. After kissing both her feet, he rose. She began to slide herself to the edge of the table, and upon reaching it wrapped her legs around Massey’s sides, resting them on his hips. As she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, she commanded, “Fuck Doctor Massey. Fuck me now, long and slow, and make me cum again, like I’ve never cum before, like only you can make me cum.” That was no question, she knew. It was a blatant order to her boss to fuck his assistant, on the job. Not that there was any question remaining anyway, there could surely be none now that the man was truly under her power, and was about to culminate his commitment to her with an act that if uncovered, could end his career. Surely he would not be doing this, if he were in his right mind. Massey reached around Marlene and placed his hands on her ass. Slowly, and while they both looked down and watched, he moved his hips closer and closer to her groin. She had moved over the edge of the table, supported now only at the very edge under the rear most portion of her butt. He did not attempt to lift her yet, but did rise up slightly on the balls of his feet. His cockhead touched her swollen pussy lips and sent an instant shock through both of their bodies. They gasped simultaneously and held each other a little snugger than before. Slowly, Massey moved his hips up and down, forcing his cock up and down the seam between her moistened lips. Quickly his cock was lubed and without even trying, beginning to edge more deeply between the folds of her pussy. Marlene added a sideways motion of her chest to her musing in the Doctor’s ear, clinging just a little bit more tightly to his body each minute. The tantalizing sensations of taking his time with her were driving her even crazier than she’d ever fantasized. His hot shaft was penetrating her pussy a little more each stroke and as anxious as she was to have it ram its full length and breadth right up her cuntal tube, she also wanted to experience this first time again and again later in her mind. The only way to do that was to prolong the delicious feelings now, as long as she could take it. Massey helped a lot, through patience, or skill, whatever. It didn’t matter anymore. For a sudden moment, she reflected on how she still couldn’t believe what was happening, her most cherished dreams coming true. Then she forced the skepticism from her mind, replacing it with the reality of the moment. Her pussy was being slowly worked into a real frenzy by a real cock, from a real Doc. She giggled and mused in the same breath and pulled her man even tighter to her body. Massey perceived her needs, yet continued to hold out. His earlier orgasm gave him considerably strengthened endurance now and he was taking every advantage of it. With his first short thrust, he finally pushed the head of his dick inside the outer lips of his assistant’s wet cunt. They froze still, once again at the sudden sensation of penetration. He was like a hot poker inside her body, and she like a steam bath. With such a well defined wall of influence the rest of his cock felt cold in comparison to its head. He backed out to the sound of a sigh in his ear, only to slide forward again, just a centimeter or two further. This act was followed by a moan of pleasure in his ear, a moan he echoed in hers. After several of these deeper and deeper penetrations, Marlene suddenly said, just as he had pulled back once more, “Ok, Charlie, I want it all now. Fuck me Charlie. I need your entire cum filled cock in my body, Baby.” As if choreographed once again, the two of them tensed their muscles at the same time, and pulled each other together like a couple of sumo wrestlers locking in a death grip. The Doctor’s plunging cock pushed deep inside Marlene’s pussy, coursing full length up her pussy’s tunnel and stopping only when their pubic mounds met with a silent thud. Accidental Discovery They were locked completely, and stopped dead in that embrace. Marlene gasped an intake of breath and held it with her mouth open and her eyes closed. The sensation of his searing cock all the way up to her womb was one of unparalleled fulfillment, a dream, no a fantasy come true. She locked her ankles behind his back and tried instinctively to suck him even tighter into her body, knowing full well there just wasn’t anymore to suck, or anywhere for more to go. Massey similarly held his breath, his back arched to its maximum to deliver everything he had into his newfound master. He’d done as he’d been told, given her the slow and deepest penetration he could, and now he would deliver the rest, a slow and thorough fucking of this beautiful woman, culminating in an orgasm she would never forget. He withdrew his shaft slowly. Marlene felt when he pulled his precious prick from her womb that she’d just lost a part of herself. She felt suddenly empty, missing something terribly important, so fulfilling that she was no longer the same without it. “Oh, Charlie, come back inside, fuck me Baby, fuck me now, I need you so badly.” She resisted the urge to thrust her hips forward however, trusting that the commands and the man would come through. And in short order she was rewarded for her patience and trust. Massey retraced his withdrawal motion with a second slow and deliberate plunge back into her desperate depths. But he didn’t have to work at it, for it seemed there was a huge pressure of suction pulling him into her. His cock slid forward and up into her womb like it belonged there, and was just as desperate to get back and stay there. They pulled on each other with their arms and hands and pulled tighter and tighter as each new in and out action was accomplished. On his withdrawals, it was as if they were testing their own control, and daring some outside force to just try to pull them apart. And while their retreats continued to be slow and tantalizingly tempting, it was on their ensuing thrusts that the their pace began to change. After a half dozen slow and methodical meetings of cockhead and cervix, Massey began to move into her more quickly, more firmly, more commandingly. There was no resistance from Marlene. To the contrary, the need was growing in both of them, the need to grab more, to pull and thrust more, to become one inside each other’s body. “That’s soooooooooo good Baby,” Cooed Marlene into Massey’s ear. “Sooooo fucking good.” She let another slow thrust enter her and then pulled him tight as she could for a moment. “Now do me hard, Charlie, hard and fast. I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve fucked anyone before. NOW!” She had pushed him out slowly as she spoke, and then pulled hard as she could to bring him back in when she finished. He too pulled and plowed his cock up her hole with abandon then and began a pumping action that pummeled her pussy and delivered electric shocks up both their spine with each completed thrust. They began groaning on the exits and grunting with each meeting of their chests, as if the air were being knocked from their lungs. The thrusts grew in force and speed until neither even knew what was happening. Their bodies ate each other up with total disregard for hearts and minds or anything else. All that mattered now was absolute satisfaction, giving and receiving. As their simultaneous orgasms approached, their voices could have been heard in the hall, had anyone walked by. Equally, their bodies were racking so strongly as to move the permanently mounted table Marlene was perched on. Bottles clinked and metal racks and stands rattled as the two of them strived to stimulate every last nerve and tendon in their bodies. Finally, just as both were about to exclaim they could stand no more, the eruptions flared and they both shouted incomprehensible words in each other’s ears. Their bodies pulsed from one end to the other as their arms pulled and pushed to augment the action of pussy and cock. After several racking throws and what seemed like gallons of the Doctor’s jis surging into her craving body, they both locked onto each other one last time and went totally still. Marlene felt the last gush of hot liquid in her womb begin to seep down toward her pussy’s lips. Massey too felt the liquid begin its capitulation to gravity and luxuriated in the sensations of it slipping down his cock. A sudden and uncontrollable mini-thrust of his hips indicated the last of his seed had been sent, and their bodies very slowly began to melt their tension and replace it with a warm and touching embrace. Marlene could not speak. She was spent. She sensed the Doctor was too and both were content to just stay where they were, holding and experiencing each other’s waning pleasure. The deed had been done, the act completed, their lives changed forever. This was not the kind of experience you could take back. This was not something one could forget. Neither of them seemed affected less than deep to their core, and both had to take some time to let that sink in. Some time later, Marlene remembered this was not a normal situation in another way. This was not the man and the woman engaged in a loving and mutual act. The Doctor was under some kind of spell, induced by chemistry gone bad. She’d taken total advantage of her boss. She’d done something akin to what she’d expect from one of those many “men” she’d always despised, repulsed. Like a date-rape drug. She become one of them! A tear began to form in her eye, though Massey couldn’t see it. They were still locked together, by their arms and still with his now half inflated though still buried cock. His juices, mixed with hers and were now running out of her cuntal lips and beginning to run down her crack, inevitably pouring out on the table. Shame, and perhaps fear began to well up inside her. This could have been even better if…. Suddenly the Doctor began to withdraw. He said nothing, but he looked deeply into her eyes. As he did so, one hand reached for a box of paper towels he kept on the table for the constant cleanup that was required to keep his work free of error. To Marlene’s surprise, he did not move to clean his shrinking shaft first. Instead, he began on her, and not by rubbing her with a coarse paper towel, but by placing the paper towel on the counter beneath her still steaming pussy, and then kneeling to slip his tongue out and begin to swab up the product of their coupling. Marlene was so shocked by his action she could say nothing. Her fears and shame disappeared immediately, and were replaced by something else, something different, something almost, loving. Charlie continued to lap up the remnants of their sex from the insides of her thighs, and then planted his mouth on her pussy once more. This time he was even more gentle with her, and took his time to slowly and smoothly suck and scoop every last drop of the two of them out of her. She could tell he was swallowing constantly, putting their liquids inside him for good. As she felt the last of their juices disappear from her body, she was surprised once more as the Doctor rose up and embraced her in a kiss so hot and so wet she almost forgot why. The liquid, the last that he had sucked from her body, was shared by both of them now, swished from one mouth to the other and back as if moving from one end of an hourglass to the other. It tasted different than she’d ever imagined. It had his taste she’d enjoyed earlier, and she sensed the scent and taste of her own secretions as well. But there was something more now coming from the mingling of their liquids, something hot and tingling and totally unforgettable. This liquid was THEIR liquid, unique in all the world, and not to be ever forgotten, or duplicated again, unless… They finally parted and Massey stood before her, back to that stoned kind of stance, awaiting her next command. Marlene sighed, but did not allow those feelings of shame or fear return. The Doctor’s last act was more than enough of an original inspiration, one only he had thought of and executed without command, to remove all that shame and the fear too. “Doctor, help me down, please.” He did so as she wondered why she had suddenly added the “Please” word to her command. She asked him to hand her her clothes, one piece at a time, and help her put them on. She didn’t have the slightest idea of where this whole command and control thing was going to go, so she took advantage of as much as she could while it lasted. For all she knew, she’d be in jail, another school, or out on her sex-offender’s ass the next day. But for one time for sure, she luxuriated in the wonder of having a man help her dress. Finally, she was finished, and resigned herself to wrap this up, “Ok, Charlie, thank you. Now pull your pants up.” He did as instructed and stood there for a moment. Marlene fastened her bra and began to button her blouse when she saw Massey suddenly jerk once, and then again. “Marlene, what… excuse me but… PLEASE!” She looked at him in shock. It was the kind of reaction she might expect if she’d suddenly walked in on him, still dressing. The drug! Had it worn off? Maybe it was because of something they did! Had the fast blood flow through their veins somehow vented or killed the effects of the mysterious liquid? She was saddened that she was apparently loosing him, yet grateful that he seemed to be coming back to normal. Then she realized what he was referring to. Her blouse was still half open. “Oh! Uh, sorry. It caught on the counter here, uh, when I bent over to pick up this trash.” She leaned down while finishing the last button and retrieved the towel he’d placed beneath her, and which had fallen to the floor when he’d helped her off the table. The stain of wetness made her smile. “Oh, well. Sorry. Fine, I guess. So, you were saying?” She looked up at him with a blank stare. “About my coffee cup. What were you saying something about my…” He looked around and found it moved a few feet away from its original position. Retrieving it, and beginning to raise it to his mouth, he was suddenly interrupted. Marlene reached out and grabbed the cup, and his hand, with both of hers. She pulled the cup down and said, somewhat out of breath, “COLD! It’s cold! Here. Give it to me. I’ll, I mean, I was going to get you a fresh cup.” She used both hands to pry the cup loose and quickly turned to leave for the coffee room. Massey looked after her only as long as it took her to get to the end of the long table. He turned then and began to move some things around for yet another test, a strange look growing on his face. Marlene stopped at the end of the table and looked at her watch as if she needed an excuse to stop. She looked down the table to make sure the noises she heard were indeed the Doctor, getting back to work, and too busy to watch her leave now. Then she quickly grabbed the beaker of mysterious liquid, and moved out of the room as silently as she could, holding the liquid so he couldn’t see. In the hall she breathed a huge sigh of relief and looked again at her watch. The effects had lasted just under an hour. Unbelievable! She wanted to shout, or laugh with glee at the unbelievable fortune she’d just encountered. And only ONE DROP! Here she stood with a whole beaker of the liquid! Bustling off down the hall, staring into the beaker, she thought again about the last hour. There was only one way it could have been better, she realized. If what had happened had indeed been spontaneous and real on both their parts, not just hers, it would have been…. She shook her head and mumbled to herself, “Oh hell. I’ll settle for Charlie like this any day!” Back in the lab, Doctor Massey stood at the door Marlene had just passed through. He’d raised the shade so he could watch his assistant venture down the hall. As she had stopped and turned sideways to her line of travel, assumedly to see with better light into the beaker of highly concentrated sugar water, he smiled at her childish glee, reminding himself to watch closely in the future, for any drink that she handed him could be very happily laced with more than a little sweetness.