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The Experiment Ch. 01

By: Andy5v



Doug Lewis sat on his couch pondering his successful experiment earlier that morning. He lived in an okay lower middle class neighborhood since his divorce. He did not have anyone he would call a friend but his neighbors would all describe him as a nice guy. The members of the large Church he often attended would have also described as being an okay person but a bit of introvert. They all would describe him as a very good listener but not much of a talker.

Doug was not all that interested in what people thought about him. He was interested in what people thought. In fact he had completed a rather extensive study of psychology and was always watching and carefully listening to people. During the course of his investigation into the human mind he came across several possibilities of directly conversing with the unconscious. Under the right conditions one could theoretically take control of another person with their permission.

Doug had worked out a program and had some very good results. He was able to create a musical like program that allowed him to delve directly into one’s unconscious. It works by using two specific tonal frequencies played on the right and left channel of a stereo sound track. The interplay of these frequencies made the person’s unconscious very receptive to various subliminal messages under the music. Also, as the program progressed he found that not so subliminal messages would be accepted.

Doug had tried these out on himself with only partial success. He found that by just knowing what the programs contain this immunized him to a large degree to the effects. Now after attempting to use the program on himself a number of times the program no longer had any effect.

He wanted to experiment on someone else and this morning he got the opportunity. He was working in his yard when his neighbor, Mrs. Allen, called to him.

“Doug could you do me a very large favor?” 

“Sure, what can I do for you?” he replied.

“Sarah’s friend can not take her to school this morning and I have an appointment in the other direction. I hate to ask you but could you drive her to school,” she asked.

“Sure,” Doug was not doing anything special and would enjoy the 20 minute drive. It was then the idea arose to experiment on Sarah.

“Give me a couple minutes and I will be ready,” he said and went into the house to get his newest CD. This one had a number of strong messages related to control.

“Hi, Sarah,” Doug said as she approached his car. She was a pretty 18 year old senior. She was wearing a blue skirt and white blouse. 

“Hi, Mr. Lewis,” Sarah said as she open the car door.

Doug had already begun the music as they pulled out of the driveway.

“That is some strange music,” Sarah said as she adjusted the seatbelt.

“Yeah, it is some jazz I have been listening to. It is on the strange side but it grows on you,” he replied.

As they drove Doug kept watching Sarah without being too obvious. When they began she was very talkative but then the talk slowed. After about 10 minutes she was now quiet looking straight ahead with a kind of stupid grin on her face.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Doug asked.

“Yes, Mr. Lewis,” she said in a dull voice unlike her normal perky voice.

“Is there something the matter?” Doug asked.

“No, Mr. Lewis I’m fine,” Sarah said again in the dull voice.

Doug decided to try something. “Sarah, lift your arm,” he said.

Sarah without question lifted her left arm and held it in front of her.

“Sarah, lift your left leg.”

Sarah lifted her left leg as high as she could in the car. She sat staring ahead with her left arm extended in front of her and her left leg touching the dash of the car.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Doug asked in amazement.

“Yes, Mr. Lewis,” Sarah said in the dull voice.

“Anything strange going on Sarah?” he asked.

“No, Mr. Lewis,” she replied.

“Put your arm and leg down.”

They were a little over half way to the school and had plenty of time before school began. Doug decided to pull over in the park for a few minutes to fully test his nearly gained control over Sarah.

“Sarah, turn and face me.”

She complied with the dumb smile on her face.

“Sarah, raise your left leg on the car seat.”

Sarah raised her left leg onto the car giving Doug a good look at her blue panties.

Doug could not believe what was happening. He also felt a budge beginning to develop in his pants.

“Sarah, let me see your pussy,” he said nervous that this might be enough to awaken the young girl from her trance.

Sarah continued to smile and reached down. She pulled her skirt up and moved her panties aside to give Doug an unobstructed view of her pink pussy lips and small patch of neatly trimmed public hair.

“Very nice,” Doug commented.

Sarah said nothing.

“Sarah, do you like to rub your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Lewis, I like to rub my pussy,” she said in an uninterested voice.

Doug wished he had thought to bring his camera but knew they did not have much time and he did not want to explain why Sarah was late to school. However, he did want something to memorize his first success with his new program. 

“Sarah, take off your panties and give them to me,” he instructed.

Sarah squirmed around and slid her panties over her shoes. She handed them to him. Doug took a quick sniff and then put them in his pocket. 

“Okay, Sarah. Thanks for show but we need to get you to school,” Doug said as they drove away.

He did not know what was going to happen as he turned off the CD and turned on the regular radio program. Sarah did not do anything for a few minutes and then began to look around. She did not look disturbed.

“Are you okay Sarah?”

“Yes, Mr. Allen, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” she quizzed.

“Oh nothing. You were just so quiet.”

“No, there is nothing wrong. I feel great.”

It was not until she got up to get out of the car that Sarah noticed there was something missing. She felt a cool air next to her soft skin under her skirt. She could not believe that she had forgotten to put on panties this morning. Sarah spent the day pantiless and found she kind of liked the feeling.

Doug was very excited over his little experiment. He could not believe it worked as well as it did. He also could not believe that he had just viewed a young girl’s pussy. As he pulled into the garage he had a full blown erection that was demanding attention. As he walked into his kitchen he quickly pumped a load on the kitchen floor. He then settled back to think about his next move.

Doug often thought about the human dilemma. There were the basic animalistic urges and desires everyone had somewhere in their minds. Then there were the many rationalizations everyone makes to demonstrate our advanced civilized minds. He noticed many that attended his Church that used the worse kind of reaction formation defenses to be vehemently opposed to those desires and impulses they most desperately wanted. Doug felt that anytime one had extreme feelings about a subject particularly of a sexual nature, it demonstrated an unconscious desire for that very thing. The most homophobic person was the one who was most insecure about their sexuality. The person who felt sex was only for propagation was the one who had the strongest sexual impulses for pure pleasure.

Doug wanted to use his new technology to test some of his theories.  He also wanted to have a bit of fun, more fun than just jerking off on the kitchen floor.

Doug’s next opportunity presented itself about a week later. He was attending to some Church business when he found himself alone with Kathy. They were in the back of the Church and no one else was present. Doug was in his van and his van had previously been set up for his next experiment. However, this time Doug wanted to use the fear factor to see how someone would react.  He also had to acknowledge how much he liked the idea of dominating someone.

Kathy was just such a person. She was nice enough but had pledged to remain a virgin until marriage. His Church had such a program mainly for teenagers but Kathy, now 32, lead the program and preached the message of no sex without marriage. Doug felt Kathy had many pent up sexual desires and she would be perfect for his investigation.

Without warning Doug grabbed Kathy’s hands and used duck tape to tie them behind. Kathy was taking totally by surprised so she did not even think to scream until she felt the duck tape go over her mouth. Then it was too late.

“Kathy, we are going to do a little experiment,” Doug said to the terrified Kathy as he bound her feet together and lifted her into the back of the van.

“Please let me go,” Kathy tearfully pleaded as Doug took the tape off her mouth.

“Not just yet,” Doug said as he finished adjusting the rope that secured Kathy firmly to two trees. Her arms and legs were stretched out between two small pines leaving her standing with her legs spread and arms stretching between the two trees. Kathy wore a plain multicolored dressed that draped to slightly below her knees.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered.

“No, I don’t plan to hurt you. I just to have a little look at those tits,” he said as he cupped her left breast and squeezed.

“Ohhhhh,” Kathy could not believe what was happenings. Just an hour ago she was working at the Church and now this man she thought she knew had abducted her.

“Let’s see what we have here,” Doug said as he unbuttoned Kathy’s blouse exposing the white lace of her bra. “Oh, very nice,” he said admiring the rosy flesh beneath her blouse. He already had a hard erection that was noticeable through his pants.

“Oh, you must let me go, you can’t do this Doug” Kathy said in desperation. She had noticed the budge in his pants.

“Not just yet,” Doug replied. Kathy’s blouse was now unbuttoned her bra revealed to the world. She could not believe it as the man reached under her dress and quickly cut her panties on each side allowing them to drop to the ground below. Doug was enjoying the power trip he was having and he was keenly conscious of Kathy’s every reactions. 

“No, you can’t do that,” Kathy said as she felt her panties fall off her body.

“Ah, it looks as if I can do this,” Doug said in a matter of fact tone of voice. With that he lifted her dress up and squatted so he had direct view of her pink pussy. “What a pretty pussy you have,” he commented. 

“No, you are not supposed to see me. Let me go. Doug this is not right. No one has ever seen me like this.” Kathy was becoming quite agitated and screamed for help.

“Your screams hurt my ears and they are not helping anything. There is no one for miles around here. So be quiet. Also, it is about time someone took a look at this pretty pussy,” the man said in a stern voice.

Kathy stopped screaming afraid she might agitate Doug to the point he would hurt her. She did not want to think about what was going to happen. 

“Now let me finished exposing various parts of your body and we can begin,” Doug said as he pinned her skirt up above her waste so her pussy and the large patch of pubic hair was plainly visible. He then slipped her breasts out of the bra leaving the bra to support Kathy’s 36C breasts.

He stepped back and said, “That looks just right.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Kathy muttered not knowing what was next. She could feel the cool air passing between her legs to her most sensitive and private areas. She had never been so exposed to another person.

The man walked over to his van and removed a video camera. “Now we will have a little talk,” he said as he put the camera on a tripod and focused it at Kathy.

“Kathy, how does it feel to have your pussy for the entire world to see?” Doug calmly asked.

“Why are you doing this?” Kathy pleaded.

“Please answer the question,” Doug replied.

“It feels terrible. I can’t stand this. It is not right,” she cried.

“Would you like for me to publish these pictures over the internet for everyone to see?” the man asked. 

“No, you can’t do that. What would my friends, my parents think?” 

“I don’t know, what would they think?”

“They would think I had gone crazy. Please just let me go and I will never tell anyone about this,” she said.

“What will you let me do if I let you go?” Doug asked.

“What do you mean?” Kathy knew what he meant.

“What is in it for me if I let you go?”

“I will not let you have sex with me if that is what you mean.”

“Will you suck my dick?” Doug asked with a smile.

“No, I would never do such a disgusting thing. You will have to kill me first,” Kathy said and meant it.

Doug noted this and according to his theory this meant that some part of Kathy felt just the opposite.

“What about letting me fuck your butt hole?” Doug inquired.

“You a disgusting human being and I hate you,” Kathy screamed with vengeance.

“Ok, that is enough questions. I am going to let you go but not until after we are finished here,” Doug said as he walked over to her. He took the camera and got a very close shot of her face, then moved down to her breasts, and then to her pussy. He moved around back and raised her dress taking a shot of her butt. “Nice ass,” he commented as she felt him spread her ass cheeks to get a good shot of her puckered anus.

“Ok, I think I got good pictures all around,” he said. He then took a walkman-like device out of his bag and put the earphones on Kathy. As he pushed the button Kathy heard very strange music. It seems to have an effect all over her. Her head began to spin and her stomach began to feel funny.

“You can hear my voice since I am networked into your headphones. This is not your usual musical; this is a very special computer generated tape. It can affect the way you think and what you remember about things. So I want to both remember and forget what is happening. However, if there is a next time I ask you to come with me you will come with me with no hesitation.  Do you understand, Kathy?”

Kathy felt really strange. She did not understand what he was saying but then she also seemed to understand it as she heard herself almost automatically say, “Yes I understand.” What was stranger was she knew she that she was agreeing to this evil man’s request.

“All I have to do is to say, Come, and you will come with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” she answered again on some level realizing the agreement she was making but that did not seem to matter.

“Okay I am going to untie your hands and you will obey me,” the man commanded in a stronger voice.

“Yes, I will do as you say,” Kathy said as she felt her hands being untied. She had no desire whatsoever to escape. She just wanted to be here, now, and do whatever the man wanted her to do. Yet, deep down she hated this man and what he was doing to her.

“Bend over,” the man commanded.

Kathy bent over; her feet still tied, and explored her ass to the man. She could feel him touching her ass cheeks and felt something cold be rubbed on her. She shuttered as she felt the man moisten her anus and shuttered again as she felt his finger intrude into her bowels.

“Kathy, what you are going to feel will be the most wonderful feeling you have ever experience. Your pussy will tingle and almost explode with pleasure as I stick my dick up your ass. Do you understand?” the man asked.

“Yes, I understand,” Kathy said and could not believe how excited she had just become. Kathy had very few sexual experiences. She had never had sex with a man but had masturbated a few times. Each time she had felt extremely guilty and vowed to never do it again. However, she would always have another weak moment and find her hand working her clit into an intense orgasm. Of course, the more pleasure she derived the more guilt she felt later.

Kathy was feeling really good right now. Even though the guilt never really left her, at time it fell far into her unconscious. This was one of those times as she felt a firm pressure on her anus as Doug pushed his dick into her most private opening. There was some pain but the pain only intensified the pleasurable sensation emulating from her pussy. Her pussy was buzzing with a frenzy of sensations she had never known. She could not believe the intensity of the feelings and her pussy was not even being touched. She felt she might pass out from the intense pleasure the man’s cock provided as it entered into her body. 

The man suddenly stopped his motion and said, “Kathy, I am now the one. Whenever I say something you will not question it, whether today, tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year, you will do what I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Kathy managed to answer fighting the fog of pleasure that had her trapped in this man’s power.

She could feel his cock break the seal of her anus and force itself deep inside. As the man began to push in and out, rocking back and forth, Kathy exploded with an orgasm of an intensity she had never known. She was in pure bliss as she felt the man’s cock erupt deep within her bowels. She swooned in delight as she felt the warm flow of his cum as his pulsating cock pumped out its load. Kathy could barely manage to stand as her body trembled from what she had just experienced. The anal intrusion had given pleasure she had never known.  She was in deep appreciation and even awe of her hated capturer.  But Kathy also felt a strange sense of extreme guilt and shame somewhere deep within her mind. Something was wrong but she just did not care. Her pleasure was complete and easily kept these thoughts in the deep recesses of her unconscious.

“Ok, I am going to untie your legs and we can leave,” the man said as if he had just finished mowing the yard.

Kathy was disappointed that it was over but felt she would not be able to stand in this position much longer. Her legs felt weak and her body trembled as the man untied her feet. He readjusted her dress over her panty less pussy and helped her put her breasts back into her bra.

“There you go. I think you are ready. Get in the van.” Kathy did as instructed. 

“Okay, we are finished for today. How do you feel?”

“I feel great,” she replied and really did.

“Okay, shortly I am going to remove the headphones and you will return to a normal level of consciousness. I want you to remember this event and particularly the extreme pleasure that you derived. You will be powerless to tell anyone of this event. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” she answered in a dreamy sort of voice.

“You are going to feel very conflicted about what happened. You are going to both hate and love what I did to you. Both of these feelings exist in you and I want to know how you handle them. I want you to keep a journal particularly information about your sexual feelings. Write down any kinds of feelings of guilt or shame and if you should masturbate I want a record of your fantasies during the masturbation. Will you do this for me?” Doug asked in a firm tone.

“Yes, I will do what you want,” Kathy answered.

“Ok, when I take these headphones off you will return to normal consciousness. However, you will also remain very sexually fulfilled and sexually stimulated even though you will have whatever other emotions that would normally arise in you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” Kathy replied.

Doug reached over and removed the headphones from Kathy’s ears. He watched as he eyes began to changed and looked directly at him.

“How do you feel Kathy?” Doug asked.

“I hate you for what you did. I can’t believe you stuck that thing in me. I want to kill you but I can’t believe how good you made me feel. Damn it, what did you do to me?” Kathy said as she put her hands to her face and began to sob.

“I just released a few things in your mind that needed to be released. You will be okay,” Doug said in a reassuring manner.

“What are you going to do with those videos?” 


The Experiment Ch. 01-02



Part 1: The Screening

The room she stood in was vast, quiet and dim, and the windows running from floor to ceiling on two sides gave her a magnificent view of the city while insulating her from the noise and confusion of the streets below. From here on the fortieth floor she could make even make out her own flat. It wasn't far, but for all the connection she felt with it it had might as well be on the moon.

This is what the world looks like when you're rich she thought. Like a big, shiny toy, wound up and running just for your own amusement.

As large as it was, the room gave off a muted sense of wealth and refinement that enclosed her like a cocoon in air conditioned serenity. The room reeked tastefully of wealth, of old, established, and comfortable money.. The colors and fabrics were rich but unobtrusive, the furniture seemed to good to use, and the art on the walls complimentied the mood perfectly, evoking just the right level of interest and appreciation from her as she strolled about, trying to appear at home, as if this kind of wealth were nothing new to her. The signatures on the paintings were all of artists she had heard of, and she was no expert.

"Miss Alexander?" 

The voice, as soft and pleasing as the room itself, belonged to an stunning oriental girl who entered from a large door at the far end. She appeared to be in her twenties and had the form and the grace of a professional model, yet without the studied artificiality. Her dark hair was shoulder length, and she wore an exquisitely cut suit of a subtle yet striking sapphire blue. In her hand she carried a leather folder. 

She maintained her expression of polite but professional pleasure as she silently crossed the vast expanse of thick pile carpet to Zoe's side.

"How do you do," she said, taking Zoe's hand, "You must be Ms. Alexander. I'm Miss Liu, the Doctor's personal assistant. It's so good of you to come."

"Thank you, Miss Liu." Zoe said. "I couldn't very well stay away."

Miss Liu gave her a sly smile of understanding, and guided her to a leather sofa. "Please, sit. Can I get you anything? Tea, a soft drink, alcohol, anything at all?"

"Thank you, no, I'm fine." Zoe said.

"As you wish, but if you change your mind at any time, please feel free."

Miss Liu sat down on a matching sofa to Zoe's right, her folder on her lap.

"Now why don't we dispense with first things first. You have the money fragments and the invitation?"

"Yes." Zoe said. "Right here." She reached into her purse and withdrew the cream colored envelope she had received in the mail two days ago and handed it to Miss Liu, who bowed slightly in acknowledgement.

Miss Liu took out the invitation and glanced at the outside, then opened it and withdrew the five fifty-dollar bills. Or rather, the five fragments of fifty-dollar bills, for each bill had been cut neatly in two so as to be worthless without its missing half.

These missing portions she now produced from the leather folder, spreading them out on the table, and arranged them so that each half met its match.

"There." she said. "Two-hundred and fifty dollars." Just be certain that you join each with its proper half, and when you tape them together they will be as good as new."

"Of course." Zoe said, collecting the bills. Miss Liu returned the envelope to her, and Zoe put all the bills inside and put the envelope back into her purse.

"Now," Miss Liu said, "I imagine you would like to know what this is all about, and why someone has paid you two-hundred and fifty dollars just for stopping by."

"Yes." Zoe said. "Very much."

Miss Liu allowed herself a small laugh of delight.

"Forgive me," she said, "I am not laughing at you. This is part of my job, telling people why they have been invited here, and it is always so interesting. People are all so different in their reactions."

Zoe nodded and smiled in return.

"Really, it is very simple, and very complex." Miss Liu went on. "My employer, whom I shall refer to only as 'The Doctor' is a very wealthy man, as you have perhaps observed." Miss Liu made a gesture with her hand indicating their immediate surroundings, and Zoe nodded.

"He is also a serious and dedicated student of psychology and human nature, and, having made his fortune many times over, he now spends much of his time on research in these areas. More specifically, he is interested in motivation, in why people do what they do; and in sexuality, why they desire what they desire. His wealth has allowed him to do much original research in these areas, yet it is a never-ending task, an inexhaustible field of study."

Zoe's ears pricked up when she heard the word "sexuality", and she felt the stirring of those familiar suspicions that had bothered her since she had first received the strange invitation.

"Quite briefly, the Doctor would be interesting in using you as a subject for a study he is doing on sexual values."

Here she stopped, and looked at Zoe, obviously waiting for a reaction.

"Yes?" Zoe asked politely. "What sort of study?"

"Well, that is difficult to say." Miss Liu said, "As in so much work in psychology, to tell you the nature of the experiment could ruin the very thing that the Doctor seeks to study. It might bias you to act one way or the other. So I cannot go into the details nor disclose the purpose of the experiment."

"Well would I be answering questions or taking tests or solving puzzles? Things like that?" Zoe asked.

Miss Liu gave a sad little shrug. "Unfortunately, Ms Alexander, I do not know. I myself am not party to the workings of the experiment, so my knowledge is very limited. 

"But I can tell you this: you would not be required to do anything against your desires or principles, nothing like that. And you may quit the study whenever you like, at any time. Your participation will be kept in the strictest confidence at all times, during and after the experiment. In fact, the results of the study will never be published. They are for the Doctor's eyes only. 

"I can also tell you that a number of subjects have already been recruited, and that the study has been underway for some time.

"Furthermore," she went on, "you will be paid for your time, and paid quite generously. What you have received so far is merely a token of good faith, a very small token compared to what you stand to earn for a few evenings of your time."

Two-hundred and fifty dollars was not a token as far as Zoe was concerned. It was a comfortable amount of cash, especially for something as trivial as coming up to this lavish penthouse and hearing Miss Liu's pitch. The Doctor must be truly loaded to toss around cash like that. 

But still, Zoe was no fool. Money like that does not come free. She had no doubt that she would be required to earn it in some way, but it appeared Miss Liu was not going to tell her how.

"Tell me, Miss Liu," she said, deciding on a different approach. "Just why was I chosen to participate in this study?"

Miss Liu nodded. "I cannot say for certain. As I said, I'm not a party to the protocols of this experiment. But the Doctor chooses his subjects himself."

"I see. But I don't know him, I'm sure." Zoe was going to add that she didn't know anyone with this kind of money, but she held her tongue.

"I'm sure you do not" Miss Liu said. "The Doctor's friends and acquaintances are strictly ineligible to participate in the study, so if you did know him, you would not be here now. All participants must be strangers."

Seeing that this didn't quite satisfy Zoe, she added, "It is most likely that the Doctor noticed you some place in public, perhaps where you work, perhaps even on a bus or walking in the street. You would certainly not be the first to be found in such a way. And he has ways of learning your identity. Nothing intrusive, nothing that would compromise your personal privacy, I assure you, but sufficient to allow him to send you an invitation. Your name, your address."

Zoe sat back in the wonderfully comfortable sofa, and looked at Miss Liu with a level gaze. "Do you mean he'd find out who I was? Where I lived? Things like that?"

Miss Liu tipped her head in sympathy. "These things are all a matter of public record. I'd hardly consider it prying to find out what any taxi driver or service person might already know."

Zoe considered this and Miss Liu added, "In any case, that's the way the Doctor has recruited for this experiment. If he hadn't, you wouldn't have your money now."

The mention of the money brought Zoe's attention back to the two hundred and fifty dollars in her purse. She could hardly complain about being given an opportunity to be that much richer.

The two women sat together, and Zoe opened her mouth as if she were about to speak several times before saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Liu. I really don't understand what's going on here, but I can't help but wonder how much of this 'experiment' is concerned with sex, and I'd really have to know more of what's expected of me before I could give you an answer on participating." 

She looked at Miss Liu for reaction. There was none.

"Forgive my frankness." Zoe said, "but where I live, no one pays another person money without getting something in return, no matter how rich that person is. So you'll pardon me for being a bit suspicious."

Miss Liu smiled gently. "Of course." she said. "I understand that it is a very remarkable offer."

"At the same time," Zoe said, "I won't pretend I couldn't use the money."

Miss Liu watched her calmly. Her look told Zoe nothing, but Zoe noticed that Miss Liu was not as old as she had originally thought. The girl appeared to be in her early twenties. She wore her perfectly applied makeup a bit diffidently.

"Of course, Ms Alexander, this meeting is just a preliminary screening to assess your interest in participating. You would still have to be screened by the Doctor himself."

"And I could quit the experiment at any time?." Zoe asked.

"At any time." Ms Liu confirmed. "You may get up in the middle of a session and walk out. Or you may just call us and say you won't be back. There is no penalty, but your termination will be final. Of course you get to keep whatever you've been paid up until that time."

Zoe wished now she had taken Miss Liu up on the offer of tea. It would have given her somethingto do while she tired to think this out. 

"Have many people quit?" Zoe asked.

"I wouldn't really know." Mis Liu replied. "But I would say no. Not to my knowledge."

This sounded too good to be true and Zoe was suspicious. But it also sounded too good to ignore. Maybe there was such thing as a free lunch after all.

"May I think it over?" Zoe asked.

"For twenty-four hours." Miss Liu said. "No more, I'm afraid."

Zoe nodded.

Miss Liu waited an appropriate time, then, sensing that Zoe had nothing more to ask, she stood up, and Zoe did likewise. 

"You have the number on your invitation." Miss Liu said with a warm smile. "You may call us with your answer, any time between now and tomorrow night. If we don't hear from you by this time tomorrow night, we'll presume you're not interested and the offer will be withdrawn."

As she said this she subtly guided Zoe to the enormous foyer.

Zoe stopped and turned to her. "If I do accept, what happens next? Can you tell me?"

"Yes, certainly. The Doctor will schedule an initial interview with you where he will tell you all he can about the nature of the experiment and your role in it."

"There are no contracts or legal agreements?"

Miss Liu smiled. "There is a nondisclosure agreement to assure confidentiality, and a liability agreement, but that's all. The Doctor is a very honorable man and prefers to keep lawyers and legality out of it. He likes things as simple as possible"

Zoe nodded thoughtfully.

"Any last questions?" Miss Liu asked as they stood by the open door. "I'm afraid we won't be able to take any questions over the phone; only a yes or a no."

Zoe thought for a moment. She had thousands of questions but she knew that the chances of getting Ms Liu to answer them to her satisfaction were remote.

She shrugged. "No. Not that I can think of."

Miss Liu shook her hand again. "Then thank you again for your time, Ms Alexander, and have a very pleasant evening. We'll look forward to hearing from you."

Part 2: First Interview

The interview room, as Miss Liu had called it, was not as large as the living room, but enormous nonetheless and very dark and strangely empty. Miss Liu, dressed in a cream-colored suit tonight, led her across the same deep pile carpet to a chair of chrome and white leather, very simple, and like everything else in the penthouse, very elegant. "The Doctor will be with you shortly." she said, and she left. 

Zoe heard the door whisper closed behind her.

It was very quiet. The noise from the evening traffic below was soft and muted, almost drowned out by the soft hum of the ventilation. Next to her chair was a matching table, and on the table was a pitcher of water and a glass, a box of tissues, and an ashtray, unused.. Some distance away from Zoe, perhaps twenty feet of so, was a simple teak desk, Deep in shadow. She assumed that would be where the Doctor sat, and she realized that the light, what there was of it, was arranged so that she shouldn't be able to see him very clearly.

She wasn't especially nervous, but neither was she totally calm. The room, she decided, felt like a cathedral, like a place of simple profundity.

A door she had not noticed before opened behind the desk, and a figure entered. A man, but that's all she could say for sure, it was so dark. And now she tensed with uncertain fear.

"You are Miss Zoe Alexander?" he asked.

Zoe cleared her throat. "Yes. That's right."

"Very good. They call me the Doctor, or Doctor M, and I apologize but it is important that I remain in shadows for the time being. Does that bother you too much?"

"No." Zoe said. Then, "Well, yes. Actually. It does."

"I'm so sorry. It is only temporary though. I must keep my identity hidden for now, and I feel that shadows are much less threatening than if I were to wear a mask, or speak to you over an intercom. You understand?"

His voice was polite, educated, but not exceptional in any regard. He might be anywhere from thirty to sixty, Zoe guessed. He did not whisper or attempt any affect.

She could just make him out as he moved from the door and sat down at the desk. He turned on a lamp which spilled a bright cone of light on his hands only. A man's hands, nothing exceptional there either. He was wearing a gray shirt buttoned at the sleeves. No jacket. He had a folder which he opened on the desk and seemed to be perusing.

"Now, you've accepted our offer to participate in our study?" he asked.

"Yes."

"And you've signed the confidentiality agreement?"

"Yes. Miss Liu gave it to me."

"Fine." he said. Then "Well. Do you have any questions before we start?"

Zoe just blinked in the darkness. "Start?"

"Yes."

"The experiment?"

"Yes."

Zoe stuttered for a moment. "But I thought this was just a preliminary interview. I thought you were going to explain the study to me."

He was quiet, but for some reason Zoe thought he was smiling.

"Oh, that's really not necessary. You'll pick it up as we go along." he said.

As he said this he seemed to reach into a desk drawer and pull out another folder, a more substantial one. Then he reached in again and pulled out what appeared to be stacks of bills; money. He placed these on the desk to his side, in the shadows.

Zoe was confused. "I just want to be sure," she said. "I just want to be sure that I understand this. I'm to be paid for my time?"

"That's right." he said.

"And I can quit anytime I like?"

"Right again."

"I can just get up and walk out whenever I want? And the money is mine to keep?"

"Exactly."

She thought this over once more although she'd already gone over it in her mind a thousand times, looking for some loophole, some scam. Unless he were simply lying to her outright, she could find no way she might be conned.

"Okay." she said.

"Then you're ready to begin?" he asked her.

"Yes."

"Very good." he said. 

"Now: I'll give you two hundred and fifty dollars to take off your clothes."

Zoe was aware now that not only was he sitting in the dark, but that her chair was illuminated by several overhead spotlights. They weren't especially or exceptionally bright, but they were arranged so that he could see her perfectly. Therefore he must have been able to see the look of shock on her face, but he made no sound.

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. "If you'll take off your clothes, Miss Alexander, I'll give you two hundred and fifty dollars. Right now. Cash."

"You're joking."

"I am not." he said.

Zoe laughed once, harshly.. "So that's what this experiment is about? To see people's reaction when you ask them to take off their clothes for money? That's it?"

"Not entirely, no."

"Not entirely." she repeated knowingly..

She waited for him to say something further, but he didn't. 

She was not surprised at his offer, but she was disappointed. She had expected something more sophisticated from a man of his wealth and intelligence.

Zoe sighed and picked up her purse. "No thank you." she said, standing up, "I think I understand it now, and I'm not interested." 

He didn't seemed surprised. "First impressions may be very misleading, Miss Alexander." he said. "If you should leave now, that will immediately terminate your participation in the study. There will no be coming back. So I would consider it carefully were I you."

Zoe looked into the darkness where he sat, weighing his words. Possibly he was right, maybe she was being premature. But she was tired of this ambiguity and mystery. She knew when she was being played with, and it made her angry..

"With all due respect, fuck you and your experiment." she said. She turned and headed for the door.

"Four hundred." he said.

She stopped. "I beg pardon?"

"Four hundred dollars if you'll take off your clothes."

Four hundred dollars was a considerable amount of money for doing something she really didn't mind all that doing for free for the right person. She stopped and looked back at him, or rather, at the cone of light where his hands still appeared.

"And if I do 'take off my clothes'," she asked, "what happens next? As if I had to ask."

"I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's what you're thinking." he said. "As to what happens next, well, if you won't accept my offer, I suppose we'll never know."

Zoe stood on the Deep-pile carpet in that warm and dark and expensive place, and weighed her self-respect against his offer of cash. She had nothing against taking off her clothes per se. It was the idea of being paid for it that insulted her.

"Eight hundred dollars." she said, pulling a figure from the air.

He laughed, a light chuckle of recognition and appreciation. 

"Five hundred." he said. "I'm afraid that's as high as I go."

"Six hundred." Zoe said,

"Five."

She knew from the amusement in his voice that he wouldn't budge. "Five hundred dollars?"

"Yes."

"To take off my clothes and just sit here?"

"That's right."

She walked back to her chair and sat down. "Okay." she said. "Where's the money."

His hands disappeared, and when they came back into the light he was holding a fan of ten fifty-dollar bills, all crisp, all new. He laid them down on the desk in the edge of the light.

Zoe looked at where he should be, seeing nothing. She looked down at the money on the desk. Money that was waiting for her. 

She put down her purse. She kept her eyes on the money as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. She unbuttoned the cuffs, then sat forward and removed the blouse, pulling down her arms, still staring at where he should be. She folded the blouse carefully and put in on the table, taking her time.




The Experiment Ch. 01-02



. She stood up and stepped out of her shoes, then unfastened her skirt, unzipped it and let it fall down her legs. She picked up the skirt and folded it too, then laid it neatly on top of her blouse.

He's paying you to do this, she told herself. It's not like you care what he thinks. It's just a job.

She was wearing no stockings, no slip, nothing on her legs. She adjusted the straps of her bra and stood up straight to face him. But standing straight made her feel as if she were thrusting her breasts out, so she tried to relax slightly. She could not quite find the proper balance though. It was as if she suddenly didn't know how to stand up straight.

She faced him wearing only the bra and her panties. She was not about to let him make her feel embarrassed or self-consciousness, so she tried to appear as natural as she could, willing herself to be calm. The air in the room was warm and comfortable, and she did not feel the least bit cold. But she felt her nipples begin to stiffen inside her bra, and goose bumps ran down her back.

She stood facing him, her face controlled. She thought that perhaps this was enough, that perhaps when he had said "clothes" all he had meant was her outerwear.

"All of your clothes, Miss Alexander." he said. "Your underthings as well."

She was not surprised. She was ready for that.

She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it slide down her arms, catching it before it hit the floor. Her ample breasts tumbled free, and she felt the warm air on them. She smelled a sudden burst of her perfume from where she always daubed it on the warmth of her breasts. She hoped he wouldn't notice her turgid nipples.

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, stared at him boldly, as if she could see him, and pulled them down, bending over to get them over the fullness of her thighs. She let them drop down her legs, then bent down, keeping her knees carefully together, and retrieved the wispy garment, folded it, and laid it atop the pile of her clothes. 

Her nakedness felt like some sort of moral victory, and she straightened up again, purposely thrusting her breasts forward and spreading her legs slightly to make sure he saw everything. She had been naked with men many times, but she realized now that she had never displayed herself to anyone like this before; never stood totally unclothed before another person's critical gaze, and the emotions it set off were complex and confusing. She was both embarrassed and strangely proud.

And she was not without some tricks of her own. When she grew uneasy just standing there, she raised her hands and combed them through her hair,which raised her breasts invitingly, then shook her head to make her hair fall free, and in so doing, making her lush breasts shake enticingly on her chest.

She stood proudly in front of him, letting him see that she wasn't afraid, wasn't ashamed. She stared boldly and defiantly into the darkness over the desk and said, "Would you like me to turn around? Would you like to see my ass too?"

"As you wish." he said softly.

Zoe turned around and let him see her high, round ass, which was one of her points of particular pride, invitingly firm and tempting. She looked back at him over her shoulder. 

"Well? Am I worth it?" she asked. "Do you like what you see? Are you getting your rocks off looking at a naked lady?"

He didn't say anything for a while, and Zoe wondered if he were masturbating or playing with himself. But she saw that his hands were still on the desk.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Miss Alexander." he said finally. "Very beautiful. And I mean that quite sincerely."

She knew very well that she was beautiful; she'd been told so many times, But the honest appreciation in his voice, devoid of any hint of salacious lust or desire, moved her somehow, and she almost felt bad for mocking him. Poor old rich man. Maybe she was teasing him too much.

"Thank you." she said softly.

He sighed deeply. "The money's yours."

She realized that to go and take the money off the desk now would make her look cheap, as if she didn't trust him. Worse, it would make it seem that she had taken her clothes off only for the money. that she really was some sort of whore. That might be true, but she didn't want to call attention to the fact. She saw now that it was the money that changed everything.

Zoe sat down in the chair, as naturally as she could while keeping her knees discretely together. The leather was warm and very supple against her skin, almost like another body. She felt very vulnerable sitting naked like this, and her vulnerability was strangely arousing to her.

She cleared a strand of hair from her eyes and said, "You know, if you'd just approached me as a regular person, as a man , and asked me out or shown some respect… Well, you might have gotten your peek for free. Or at least a lot less money," she added with a slight smile.

Now she heard him laugh, a warm and open laugh. 

"Oh, you think so?" he asked.

Zoe shrugged. "I'm not ashamed of my body. I enjoy being looked at, actually. I just don't like being told what to do. I don't like being made to feel like a whore, like I can be bought and sold."

"I see."

She remembered now there had been a time when what she had just said had been true, that she had liked to show her body. She had enjoyed it when men looked at her, desired her. She had known just how to use clothes and accessories to show what she wanted to show, to keep them looking.

But all that had changed after her break-up, when she had decided that her beauty was a liability, attracting the wrong kind of men and frightening off the good ones..

Now, without any clothes on, she was a bit non-plussed. She didn't quite know what to do with herself, how to sit, what to do with her hands. One thing was certain, she was determined that she wouldn't appear to be the least bit self-conscious or embarrassed, no matter how she might actually feel. 

She crossed her legs, one knee over the other, and sat up straight, showing her breasts, and it occurred to her that being naked and defenseless like this gave her a certain moral advantage. After all, she was merely unclothed. Unclothed, but natural, while he was the one stricken by salacious urges and lusts. He was the one who was paying her.

"Are you so very bad looking that you have to pay women to undress in front of you?" she asked him boldly. "Or are you embarrassed by the sight of a naked woman?"

"No, I think, on both counts." he said

"Then why don't you show yourself? I'd like to have a look at you. I mean, fair's fair. I've certainly shown you enough."

He said nothing for a time, but she feel him sitting in the shadows looking at her, and she began to grow uneasy.

"Do you just like looking? Is that it?"

Again there was no answer. She could see his hands still on the desk, relaxed, unmoving. The ten fifties were still there too.

"I mean," she said, "it's not my thing, but I know some men are into that."

Silence. He didn't move. She couldn't imagine what he was up to, sitting stock still like that. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Maybe you'd like to see more?" she asked. He didn't answer and she added, "Free of charge?" It was a joke, but he didn't laugh.

The silence was truly unnerving now. She could feel his eyes upon her naked body, but she didn't know what he was doing. She sensed that he wasn't looking at her with lust or desire, the way men usually looked at her. He seemed to be looking at some part of her that she herself was unfamiliar with, seeing something she didn't know existed. It made her very uneasy.

"Here." she said. "Is this what you want?"

She opened her knees slightly, and slouched down in her seat, giving him a perfect view of what she'd been hiding. "Do you want to see my vagina? It won't bite."

She put her hands down in her crotch and pulled her labia open for him to see. A thrill of dangerous pleasure shot through her as she exposed herself so lewdly. She knew she shouldn't be doing this—he'd said no sex--but she didn't know what else to do, and he seemed to be waiting for her to do something.

"Do you want to touch?" she asked the darkness. She began to stroke herself, running her fingers up and down her slit, watching the shadows. The hands on the desk didn't move. "I don't mind if you want to touch me." she said. "I like to be touched."

At last he spoke. "Touch yourself." he said.

It was such a relief to finally get a response, to have him break his oppressive silence that she almost smiled. She understood him now. She began to stroke herself harder, pleased to be on familiar ground once more. He was a man after all, and men were such predictable creatures. She knew what he wanted.

"Ohhh," she sighed, closing her eyes. She made no attempt to hide her pleasure, knowing that this was what he wanted to see. And in fact, her fingers did feel unusually good on her flesh. She was surprisingly aroused.

"Do you touch yourself like this often?" he asked softly.

"Yes." she sighed. "Sometimes. It just feels so good."

Feeling suddenly defensive, she looked at him. "Everyone does it." she said. "Not just men. Women do it too. Everyone does it. You do it too," she challenged. "Don't you?"

He didn't answer.

She didn't like him ignoring her. She didn't like the way he was playing with her, making her feel like she was alone when she knew he was there in the shadows staring at her. But she could play with him as well. She would get to him; she would show him. If he wanted to see smut, she would show him smut.

She raised her left leg and hung it over the arm of the chair, opening herself up wider. She was no longer stroking herself softly. She was aroused now and she wanted more stimulation. The movement of her hand was more impatient, insistent, harder. Her fingers vibrated against her clitoris, and her other hand moved up to her chest where she took her breast in her hand and began to stroke it. She wanted to show him how she played with herself, how she gave herself private pleasure.

"You like watching me do this, don't you?" she asked, a smoky look in her eyes. "You like watching me rub myself . You're sitting there hard, getting off on me, aren't you? You can't keep your eyes off my pussy, can you, you son of a bitch? Are you beating off now? Are you pulling your dick? You sick bastard. You pervert! Can't you talk? Can't you say anything?"

"Yes." he said softly.

"Ohhh!" the cry of pleasure burst unexpectedly from her mouth as a sudden thrill sparked inside her, a lewd and dirty thrill that came from being watched like this, watched as she exposed not only her body, but her secret desires.

"Oh yes! Watch me! Watch me, you bastard! Your big cock is going to come too, isn't it? You'd love to shove your dick into me, wouldn't you? Fuck my little pussy, fuck me with your big cock!"

Her hand was moving faster now, sending spears ofpleasure through her. Her body heaved in the chair as she panted loudly, her hips rocking. She had been exaggerating what she felt for his amusemenet, but she had fooled herself too, and now her excitement was running out of control.

Occasionally an especially keen bolt of pleasure would make her body jerk and bring a cry from her lips and she would have to leave off masturbating. Sometimes she would stop and spank her clit with a sharp little blow, as if it were a naughty little pet that had nipped at her. Her other hand stroked rhythmically at her breast, sliding around the ripe hardness to her nipple, which she took between her fingers and twisted, or dug her long red nails into to cause herself delicious pain.

Her eyes were closed, her hips and thighs trembling as she brought herself to the peak of pleasure.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "You motherfucker! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Please let me come! Please tell me I can come!"

"Come, then." he said softly.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh, fuck meeee!" her voice ran from a breathless whine to a full throated shriek as she convulsed in orgasm, twitching and thrashing in the chair. She shoved two fingers into her vagina and felt her empty sheath spasm hungrily around them as her eyes rolled up into her head in a delicious, full-body orgasm that hit her with jolt after jolt of shattering release. The intensity of her climax took her completely by surprise and her convulsions were so intense that she felt her juices flood out around her fingers and run down her hand, and the nails of her other hand made deep marks in her tortured nipple.

All she could think of was her own nakedness and the man sitting there, calmly and intently watching her make a shameless slut out of herself. The image filled her with lewd and bitter pleasure.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes!" she whined, feeling the throbbing ecstasy fade with each dwindling spasm of her star-ripped body. Slowly all her wire-taut muscles relaxed, her limbs began trembling as she continued to reverberate like a great bell with the echoes of her orgasm.

Slowly she returned to reality. This strange reality. She saw her clothes folded on the table, the desk, the cone of light, the hands lying calmly in the lamplight.

"Are you all right now?" he asked softly.

She could tell from his tone that he had not orgasmed. Whatever she had thought he was doing, he hadn't shared her climax; she had come alone with him watching her.

Zoe was still gasping for breath. "Yes." she said, deeply ashamed and confused.

"I'll have Miss Liu bring you some warm towels." he said.

"No. No, that's all right. I'm fine." she said, awkwardly trying to move her legs.

"As you wish." he said.

He said nothing more for a minute, then she heard him stand up and go to the same door by which he'd come in.

He stopped. "That was excellent, Miss Alexander. An excellent first session. I'll look for you in three days, same time?"

Before she could say anything she saw the door open and he stood there for a moment, in silhouette, a shadow regarding her.

"Don't forget your money." he said, and was gone.



The Experiment Ch. 01



She came out of the hotel toilet and took my breath away. We had talked and talked and talked about this night, agonising over each detail. It was a huge step to open our marriage to sex with others, and though we were both excited by the idea, neither of us wanted to risk our marriage. So we'd ended with this night that had started as a fantasy of mine, but had quickly become a favourite of hers.

Each of us had kept some of our preparations secret, how she was to dress was one of hers. Only my wife could make slutty elegant. She had on a grey wool mini skirt, and I strongly suspected stockings underneath. On top was just a simple white silk button down blouse, mostly opaque, but I could make out enough to think she had on a corset underneath.

Perfect, just perfect.

It was very close to time. I went to her, took her in my arms and asked one last time if she was OK with this. She nodded, so I went and got one of my secrets. She'd agreed early on that she was to be blindfolded. This night was meant to be a both a sensory overload, of only some senses, but also arranged to keep the ties between us. The other man would remain a mystery to her. 

Tonight meant a lot of trust on both sides. For me it was that she was the one breaking our marriage vows, this had to be an extension of our love for one another, not a replacement. For her it was trust that I would find someone both safe and sexually exciting and satisfying. I was sure I'd done that. 

So, I reached for the leather blindfold. She blinked a bit in shock, I was pretty sure she thought it would be something tame like the night shades I sometimes wore in bed during the summer months. This was black leather, covering her eyes and ears. As well there were the padded leather cuffs. We'd used those before, and she knew she could get out of them if she needed.

Yet, though her smile was uncertain, she let me put them on, including the plugs in her ears. I turned her and did her hands up behind her back. Leading her cautious steps I took her to the sofa, then helped her sit prim and proper, knees together and back straight. With a thud to my heart I knew she wouldn't stay like that for long.

I sent a quick text message, knowing already he was down in the lobby having a drink. I sat beside my wife and gently stroked her face, her arms, watching her take a shuddery breath as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. Sure enough, less than a minute later there was a soft knock on the door.

I stood, and at a startled "Darling?" from my wife, stoked her cheek to let her know it was OK. Opening the door I almost didn't recognize him, he'd shaved the goatee. I had mentioned she didn't like facial hair, so maybe it made a difference. His name was irrelevant, I'd found him via an internet swingers site. This was his thing, getting it on with couples. I'd checked him out carefully, he was clear and had the recent medical records to prove it. He was very fit, a picture had shown a six pack stomach, and a good size cock. Thankfully it was no bigger than mine, just not smaller either.

We shook hands and he came in. His eyes settled on my wife. "Shit, she's hot! So, like no warm up or anything, we just go to it?"

"Yup." I'd discussed with him the plan for tonight, it was pretty scripted, though she had no idea what to expect. We'd carefully talked about her limits, though I knew I was going to be pushing at them. He just started undressing, so I did as well. We kept pants on, that was part of it. I looked down and he was hard already. The one thing I had to trust was his boasts about stamina. If he blew his wad early, tonight would be a disappointment.

We went over and at a nod from me sat down on either side of her. Her face swung from side to side, suddenly nervous. "Kiss her, right?" I nodded, wanting her pushed hard. One of the things she'd been nervous about was a question about kissing. She'd felt that was more intimate than penetrative sex. Yet she hadn't said no, and it was one angle that I hadn't questioned more to be sure of her mind. Many other things yes, this one no. That was part of my kink, and knowing that it could kill the evening right there, I wanted him to kiss her before anything else.

Quickly, a bit roughly, he turned her face and put his lips to hers. She started in surprise, tried to turn her face, then slowly, ever so slowly, stopped struggling. It made my heart thud in both agony and lust at the same time. I reached out and began to unbutton her blouse. Sure enough the lace cup of a corset was underneath. She'd never worn one for me before, but knew it was a kink of mine.

I gently pulled the cup down, revealing a breast. Taking one of his hands I put it there, watched her pull away, then heard her moan into his mouth. I caught his eye, nodded downwards, and in a matched move we both put a hand down and pulled her legs roughly apart.

She stiffened, but when for the moment we did nothing else, she relaxed into his kiss again. I moved my face down and gently began kissing her breast, and watched as he slowly began to tease his hand up her leg and under her skirt.

My wife squirmed, moaned even, under our actions. When I saw his hand was close I lifted my head, and he turned her face towards me. There was no hesitation when my lips touched hers, she knew who they belonged to. When she broke contact and pulled in a rapid breath, I knew where his hand had got to.

It was a key step, this could be where she stopped it, but she didn't. She let him touch her, and when she arched her back I knew she'd let him do more than touch her. He grinned up at me around where his teeth lightly teased a hard nipple. I kissed her again, and we kept at her, occasionally changing places for quite some time.

I could tell she was deeply, deeply aroused. Time for the next step. Kissing her deeply I reached around and unclipped her wrists. He sat up, grinning as I guided a hand to his stomach. I must admit I was jealous of that perfect stomach, mine couldn't come close.

Yet, I knew stomachs where my wife's ultimate turn on. The way she moaned into my mouth as I guided her hand over those rippled muscles told me everything I needed to know.

"God... so perfect..." It was just a whisper, she may I'd succeeded. So, when I pulled back and slowly pushed her head down, I wasn't surprised when she eagerly kissed his chest, his nipples, his stomach. She'd left her hand on there, letting me guide her fingers tracing every grove.

What I didn't expect was the resistance I felt when I began to move her hand lower. Then again, she didn't like rushing. It was clearly a button I could push, so I did. I forced her hand lower until her palm was pressing down on his erection through his pants. She'd gone still, not moving, so I curled her fingers around him, and with his help, pushed her head lower.

"No... no..." They were soft, barely audible, but they also weren't her key word that would tell me to stop everything. We moved her lips to his cloth covered cock. Quickly, I slid a hand back up under her skirt and gently teased at her vagina. Sure enough her lips opened, and using my other hand over hers, made her uncover his cock. We both moved her head forward until his tip was between her lips. They closed around him with a moan.

I had another of those moments, of both agony and ecstasy. Why did I want to see this? It was perverse, but I did. I pulled my hand away from between her legs, pulled her hand away from his cock, and did them up again behind her back.

For a moment she did nothing, then she moved her head forward, then back. She began to give him head. I went and kissed her neck, fondled her breast. My own cock was painfully hard, but that too would come. She kept at him, inexpert, giving head was not one of her favourite things, but she kept doing it.

Time to change again, I pulled her back, stopping her. She was breathless, but when we moved her to her knees, she did. Quickly I sat where he had been, freeing my own cock. The way she opened her mouth as we both pulled her head down on me was priceless. The look of pure lust.

When her lips wrapped around me she hesitated, then with a moan went to work even harder than before. I loved her for that. I watched our man move, just like we'd planned. He sat down behind her, then quickly and with surprising grace, shot his head back between her legs.

She paused, then I had the most singular sensation of her moaning around my cock. Her face pulled away, "Oh god..." She was close, very close. I pulled her mouth back down on me, to have her arched and laugh that orgasm laugh of hers around me. "Stop... stop..." All said with that funny laugh she had when she came. I told him to pull away, she needed a cool down time, though not long. Not long at all.

I stood and pulled her up with me. Unclipping her wrists we quickly stripped the blouse off her, and he went down behind her to roughly yank off her knickers, leaving on the skirt. As I clipped her hands back together in front of her I thought she had rarely looked as sexy and utterly turned on as she did just then.

He stood, and for a moment we closed in on her, front and back, and kissing either side of her neck, fondled her body. Not for long, no, it was time to move this on. But long enough. We changed positions a few times, circling her, teasing her, confusing her.

Then we both gently pushed down on her shoulders. She looked around, confused again, "What? Oh!" Then she helped get herself down on her knees. I went to her front, and softly kissed her. She pulled away, looking back and not seeing him lift her skirt. "Darling? I'm not sure... Oh god..."

It was done, he was in. I felt like I'd just been punched in the stomach. "No... take it out... I don't..." I waved him forward, she wasn't using her key word, and I wasn't letting her out of it unless she did. Something was driving me to this, to have my wife break our vows before my eyes. "No..." I kissed her, she pulled her face away. So I gripped her firmly and pulled her lips back to mine. "No... darling, this isn't..." I kissed her again and felt her draw her breath in through my mouth. He must have pushed in all the way.

I held her there, held her with my lips as he slowly started to pick up speed. I felt the tension in her body slowly melt, watched as her hips changed from motionless to slow rolling. That was what I was waiting for. I pulled back up on to my own knees and put my raging hard on to her lips. Her mouth was open, panting, and I slid in. She didn't respond much, I knew what she could get like when she got into the groove. That's where she was, in the groove, lost in her own mind, letting it all build.

So I used her mouth, ran my tip against her inside cheek. Then he spanked her, hard. I hadn't told him to do that, and at my glare he shrugged his shoulders, grinning. Then I noticed, she had bucked, but suddenly her lips had closed around my shaft, she became active. I motioned to him, he did it again to the other cheek. She moaned loudly around me, her body bucking again.

This I had not expected. In all our conversations she'd shied away from any form or hint of S&M. Bondage, yes, we'd played a lot with that, but not this. He did it again, and for the second time this evening she started to orgasm. Once again around my cock. I had to pull out, it was too intense, and I didn't want to cum yet.

Telling him to go still, I stroked her shoulders, calming her. "Pull out." He did, and I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs. Pulling her knees up, I slowly slid in. "Oh yes, god yes darling... take me!" Those were all the words she spoke as my friend turned her head and pushed into her mouth. I sank into that sweet pussy I knew so well. It was oddly stretched, open and I shivered as I knew why. The site of her sucking on his cock as I fucked her made me need to pause and hold myself back. It was too early, I didn't want to cum yet.

I rode her, slowly sinking over her until my pelvis ground against hers. She loved that, and sure enough it made her cum again. Her hands pushed against me, "Stop... stop..." She needed that pause. I slowly pulled out, and her legs flattened as her arms lifted over her head. 

"I... I want him on top of me." He grinned and jumped to it. I wasn't so sure. Aiming himself he slowly sank into her, then lay on top of her. For the first time her lips sought his, not the other way around. It was hard, I felt like a third wheel. Yet I didn't loose my erection. I had never seen two other people have sex before, and to know one of them was my wife. I don't know how to describe the churn of emotions in my stomach.

It was incredibly erotic and hugely and personally damning as well. A part of me wanted to go over and rip them apart, this was somehow more than just sex. Yet I held back as they fucked, and they fucked for a long time. It must have been over half an hour as he carefully rode her until they both obviously came together. I hated that, we only achieved that sometimes, and here he just went and did it.

"Whew! That was a good ride." He lifted himself off her, pulling away from her searching lips. She loved a long post coital cuddle and here he was just lifting up. Her body flopped back down, obviously wrung out. Yet he just lifted her hips and flipped her over, shifting her knees up.

"There you go my friend. A lot of guys hate sloppy seconds, but it's a personal favourite of mine. Go on!" My own cock was painfully hard. I hadn't touched it, but it hadn't gone down either. Like in a dream I walked towards her prone, exhausted body, her pussy open and dripping. I'd never really looked at her so closely after sex. It was raw, intense and vulgar in a way that felt like multiple punches to my stomach.

Yet, and yet, I lifted her hips and sank in with one long slow thrust. She just groaned, but didn't move. It wasn't as tight as normal, but in a way that made it weirdly more exciting. Then I saw him move, walking around the bed to where her hands and arms just lay limp on the bed. Lifting her up, he put her head down to his crotch. At first she pulled her head away, but he stopped her from that. Then with a sob, she began to kiss and lick at his cock, shiny and slimy from their sex. 

I was astonished, she shied away from bodily fluids, even spitting out cum if a blow job went too far. I felt my cock twitch and thrum as I watched it. This was not the woman I knew, but one lost, exhausted by too much sex. His cock was semi hard, spent by his own orgasm. Yes under her tongue it began to get hard again. He hadn't been bragging about his stamina!

As I slowly thrust in and out from behind I watched him lift her head, then begin quite forcefully directing her mouth over his cock. Feeling my own breath shorten I watched him pull more, then more of her mouth down onto him. She gagged, and clearly tried to pull away, but her held her there, and slowly tried again, then again to pull her down.

I occasionally realised I'd gone still, and had to begin moving my hips again. I watched as he forced my wife to deep throat him. I knew I should intervene, she limply struggled against him, but I didn't. I watched and fucked her from behind as he took her mouth and throat intimately until, finally, her lips where wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Yeah, I knew she could do it, the slut. Just needed a little encouragement."

He pushed her bank, sinking her onto my cock, then slowly pulled her forward, again bring her lips all the way down his cock. We did that, moving her between us until it became too much for me. I came with one of the most powerful, almost painful, orgasms I'd ever had.

I'm not sure she noticed.

He kept up his slow use of her mouth a little bit more until he too came, cumming deep down her throat. I expected her to spit it up, and was astounded when she came up, breathing deeply, but having obviously swallowed his load.

As he moved away, she collapsed down onto the bed. He just got dressed, chatting with me about how good she'd been like she was a prize winning dog or something. "Call me, I'd be more than happy to join you again. You have my numbers." I hadn't said a word the whole time he dressed. Somehow I felt numb, like my orgasm had drained every ounce of emotion from me. I shook his hand, and he left.

We were alone again. Turning to her I was dumb struck about how used, how open, yet how utterly sexy she looked right then. Quietly I undid her wrist bindings, then took off her face mask.

"Darling, are you OK?"

She blinked, but didn't look at me. "Yes... no... I don't know." I went and hugged her from behind, but she was completely unresponsive. At least she was until she shot up and headed for the loo. "I'm going to have a shower."

That's all she said. I heard it go on, and sat and waited, expecting it to be short. It wasn't, she had a long long shower. So I got dressed myself, and waited. I did try the door, meaning to join her, but she'd locked it.

Finally she came out dressed, and without looking at me, picked up her things and headed for the door. "Lets go home." Meekly I followed her, uncertain what to say or do. We silently checked out, then got into the car. I was getting worried, no desperate, for some sign it was OK.

"Did... you like it?"

"No, I hated it." I almost crashed the car. She sucked in her breath, like she suddenly realised what she said. She put a hand on my leg, "I hated it, but I'm not sure I'd have changed it. Its hard to think straight about it. Its OK darling, I... just don't want to talk about it now."

She left her hand on my leg, and that small reassurance meant the world to me. WE drove home, it didn't take long, then silently got ready for bed. When she cuddled close and put her head on my shoulder I was finally able to fully relax. It was going to be OK. 



The Experiment Ch. 01



Those three years were a blur. Even now my brain has trouble grasping the significance of what we did and the impact it had on all of our lives. Fortunately, each of us walked away from that time a better person – in many ways. I ended up with some dents, but overall better.

Trish had gone back to work about a year before all this started. She was a computer systems analyst specializing in logistics systems. At the time, the field was dominated by males and she said she loved the ratio of men to women at her work – basically Trish and a hundred guys. 

About that time, we learned about Maslow's levels – simply put: safety, security, esteem, and self-actualization. Trish was self-actualizing every second of every day. She was indestructible. She'd just received a great review from her boss, been promoted and given significant responsibilities, and was fully into being Super-Mom with our two kids and Super-Wife to me. 

Trish was a knock out too (even today, these years later). She was thin in the hips, even after having our two kids, and was nicely endowed upstairs. She was a simple gal and seldom used make-up; she didn't have to – her skin was like peaches and cream. Trish was five-foot six-inches tall with raven dark hair that had a natural luster to it. At the time, her hair was shoulder length.

Trish's main strength was her brain. She was a genius. She loved analytics and solving tough problems. She could work through the intricacies of a difficult problem and find really clever and novel ways to solve them – whether at home or at work. Plus, she had a sense of humor and she loved me.

Then John came on the scene! John was a freewheeling six-foot, red head, about a year older than Trish; a good looking guy that had been separated from his wife for a year and was in the midst of the divorce. Trish and John both had birthdays early in the year and had started teasing each other about who was older and more decrepit, even though we were all in our early thirties. They started sharing lunches together and as spring arrived in the northeast they started to take long walks and have long talks together. John came to the house a couple of times for dinner before all this starred. I found him a delightful and engaging friend. One summer day he brought his two boys that were about the same age as our two girls; they kids got along great.

One night in late summer, when Trish and I were basking in the after-glow of some good sex, Trish asked if I ever had sexual fantasies. At the time we were influenced by several books we'd read by an author named Robert Rimmer. His books often revolved around a wonderful and peaceful family setting involving multiple men and women that all loved each other – and had frequent sex with each other, including in group settings. The books were a rush and so, I guess if I had to claim a fantasy, it was that our life would start to look like the characters in one of Rimmer's novels like "The Harrad Experiment". 

Of course, I asked her what her fantasies were. She allowed as how she'd like my permission to kick her fantasies about John up a notch. I asked what that meant, and she said they had briefly kissed and she was intrigued about where it might lead if she let it all go further. These were not fantasies; this was a real emergent situation – an affair in the making. 

I told her I had reservations, particularly about how it would impact our relationship. She assured me that she loved me and that nothing would change that – even if things got heated with John. Besides, she said, we could create our own Harrad Experiment.

While I'd expressed reservations during our brief talk in bed, I also had developed a hard-on that demanded attention again. So, although unusual, we made love for a second time that night. We had the windows open and I am sure the neighbors knew that we both had top-notch climaxes since we both were extremely vocal about our crescendos. 

I had wonderful sexual dreams that night. In the morning, I told Trish that we had to be inclusive about John. She couldn't just go off with him and play whatever games she had in mind without including me in that circle. Similarly, if I met someone, I'd include her in some way. I told her we should aim to create a Rimmer-like situation for ourselves. I suggested we see if there was a woman or couple that could join as well since I didn't fancy myself in any kind of any sexual relationship with John. She agreed whole-heartedly and we both headed off to work.

A few days later Trish called me at work and said that John was coming for dinner that night and was bringing a girl friend. A few hours later, at home, I was pouring wine for Trish and myself, when John and Loren arrived. Loren was single, but was just coming out of a long-term relationship. She, too, was working in the information technology industry as a business systems analyst, but not at the same company as Trish and John.

Loren was a sweetheart, about thirty with the look and build of a super-model, however, with a magnificent chest and dark hair halfway to her waist. Her face had an angelic look to it and eyes that just drew you into her soul. She was wearing a scoop-necked top that accentuated her breasts. Mother had always told me to look a woman in her eyes, and I did; but occasionally when I was sure no one was looking I leered at Loren's chest and had short fantasies of burying my face in her cleavage. Further, I'd had a fetish about long hair since I can ever remember, although I was never sure what I'd do if I found someone romantically or sexually that had it. All my serious girl friends in the past, not to mention my wife, had shorter hair. 

We all drank cheap wine, and shared a salad and a large pizza. We sat around and talked and talked until finally both John and Loren said they had to go. We all hugged and kissed good-bye, paying much greater attention to the opposite sex. New friends. Good friends. We had all bonded with one another - sharing stories, and values and learning about each other. We set plans to get together on Saturday night and do more of a dinner than the pizza we had just shared. 

Later after they had left, Trish asked me if I thought I would like to have a "relationship" with Loren. The implication was clear. While Trish and John were going to do whatever they were going to do, Loren and I could do whatever we wanted to do. The pathway to a sexual foursome was being created as we talked and I agreed that Loren was indeed the kind of person that would be nice to have a relationship with. With looks alone, I'd jump at the chance to bed her; and she had a beautiful personality to go with the rest of the package.

A few days later, on Friday night, after I had put the kids to bed, Trish and I sat outside to have a second glass of wine. She confided in me that she and John had taken a long lunch in John's car at a nearby recreational area that included about forty-five minutes of making out and heavy petting. She admitted that he had really cranked up her temperature and that she was not only Super-Wife tonight, she was super horny. After hearing some of the details, I too needed some relief.

She said they had taken some sandwiches and drinks up to the reservoir and parked looking out over the water. Unusual for mid-day, she said that no one was around. After lunch, she apparently had had some food on her face. John had leaned over to wipe it off, but then decided to lick it off in a sensual way. She said she thought he was leaning in for a kiss, so she leaned into him. The crumb on her face was quickly forgotten as their two mouths joined, with tongues enjoying the sensation of finding new areas to explore. 

She said they did this for quite a while and then John started stroking her arms, then her neck, and then the area between her belt and her bra. She said she was going crazy and really wanted him to stroke her breasts. So finally, she said she grabbed his hand and put it atop her breasts - outside her clothing. She said the two of them continued making out and petting until another car pulled up near them. At that point they decided they needed to get back to work, so they stopped making out, took deep breaths, adjusted themselves and headed to work with an unspoken promise of more to come.

By the time she finished telling me her story, I too was panting. It seemed like a good time to leave the backyard for softer and more private quarters.

We chugged out wine, went upstairs, locked the bedroom door and I slowly stripped Trish of every piece of clothing she was wearing, carefully licking in a sensuous way each new area of exposed skin that appeared. By the time she was nude, she was pleading with me to make love to her. Instead, I moved into the last area I had yet to pay homage to. I then spent about a quarter hour making passionate love to her lovely pussy, with occasional forays back up her front to her breasts, neck and lips. Most of the time she had her legs over my shoulders and was stroking my head, occasionally pushing me into her cunt lips with great force.

Trish reached a point where she was popping off small orgasms every few seconds. If you'd focused on the sounds emanating from our house that night, you would have heard a series of moans interspersed by little shrieks of joy and ecstasy. 

Eventually I could wait no longer either, and I lay down next to her and pulled her over on top of me. I'd always loved this position since I could make love to her breasts even while deeply inserted into her. Tonight was no exception. She straddled me and sank down the full length of my cock in one swift movement. She then started to ride me for all she was worth. Her moans and little shrieks continued, particularly while I sucked on her beautiful breasts. Finally, in one rapid series of strokes initiated by the two of us we both came with more shrieks of abandon and enjoyment. We both cuddled on our sides with me still buried in her cunt as we caught our breath, still kissing and licking each other. We'd worked up a bit of a sweat and both felt slick and rosy.

After cleaning each other up with the washcloths we kept in the bedside table, we put on shorts and tee shirts and went back downstairs to have some more wine. We sat outside in the dark again. Trish noted that when John and Loren came over the next night, that this might be the time to see if they both wanted to be in a foursome. She said she was sure about John based on what had happened that afternoon, but was uncertain about Loren's inclination. She said she thought that John could talk her into just about anything, since she thought they had been fuck buddies before Loren's now dead relationship. I had to admit that I was up for the event, although it was certainly pushing me into a highly anxious state of both anticipation and worry about the impact on our relationship.

As we continued to talk, we both got worked up again. I knelt in front of Trish and pulled her t-shirt up so I could reach her pussy. I started licking her clitoris with the very tip of my tongue. She was still so sensitive from our earlier session that she immediately started to moan and make little high-pitched squeaks as I administered to her. After only a minute or two of this she pulled me up and over to the patio couch. She yanked down my boxes and went down on my cock – completely. I'd never had her deep throat me before, so this was a first. She rose and fell for a few moments until I signaled to her that she should come up and couple with me. She faced me and sank down on my cock. We both removed our shirts and the kissing, licking and sucking started again. This time we were more focused on the result, so in only a couple of minutes we both came with eye-popping orgasms. If the neighbors had been able to look through the trees to our dark porch, oh what a show they would have seen. We continued to cuddle on the couch until we both admitted that sleep would be a lovely way to top off our evening. We uncoupled, picked up our clothing, and both walked naked through the house and up to bed for the night.

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Saturday morning we woke up to a two-year old and a five-year old jumping on top of us. The room was all giggles and laughter as we got up and got ready for what was to prove an exciting day. Trish helped the kids pack some overnight bags and toys since they were off to her parent's home for an overnight. While she was gone with the kids I worked on my "honey do" list.

To tell the truth, I would have done anything that took my mind off of what might happen that evening when John and Loren came over. I was bundle of sexual energy. I'm sure that I was glowing with the heat emanating from that part of my brain. 

I was extremely nervous – on two counts. First, I was really concerned about what a new relationship was going to mean to our twelve-year marriage. We'd gotten married quite young; Trish was actually a teenager. Both of us were inexperienced about sex then, however, we had read widely and watched some stimulating porn to broaden our horizons over those years. None of that was a substitute for the real thing, but we sure liked watching and reading about it. Then, too, there were the books like the Harrad Experiment.

The world had gone through a sexual revolution between the time I was raised and this weekend full of promise and angst at the same time. I kept thinking about how I had been raised to equate sex with love, and love with marriage. Now, I tried to tell myself, the three could be considered independently of one another, or in interesting combinations. One could still be "faithful" but have sex with others. Love could be shared more broadly than with just one person. Marriage could involve more than two adults. Gender didn't matter. All of these thoughts kept my mind occupied that Saturday afternoon.

My second concern was that I was so nervous and worked up over the coming evening that I wouldn't be able to perform like the master I knew I was. I couldn't do much about this, except I did resolve to moderate my drinking which often had an adverse affect on my staying power. Right at that moment, however, I was thinking that a bottle of bourbon was just what I needed to calm my nerves.

The day went agonizingly slow. Trish returned with groceries and some wine, and she started cooking a serious meal for the four of us. When I pointed out to her that the amount of food she was cooking might feed a small battalion, she admitted that she hadn't even noticed how much she was preparing. She was nervous too! We kissed and admitted our love for each other; again pledging that whatever happened would not change our marriage or relationship. 

I think we liked talking about the subject of our relationship and what might happen sexually between the two of us and our friends. We had fallen into a point in our relationship where we didn't examine the relationship much and certainly to the point where making love was a two or three times a week routine. 

This emerging set of parallel and intertwined affairs that this evening was to launch had forced a new and high level of communications upon us that we both seemed to relish. Certainly, the frequency of our bedtime romps had increased in the past month or so – exponentially!

Late in the afternoon, I slipped off for seven-mile run that did calm my nerves - slightly. I shaved, showered, put on shorts and a sport shirt, and arrived in the living room just as the doorbell rang.

John and Loren came in as I held the door. I got a firm handshake from John as well as a bottle of fine wine. Loren, on the other hand, gave me a short kiss, followed by a longer, smoldering kiss that gave me a twinge in my groin and left no doubt in my mind about where the evening was headed. When I turned around Trish and John were in a lip lock that gave me a penile twinge and a twist in my gut at the same time. 

We all laughed and wound our way through the kitchen to the screened in porch with the chattering that close friends do with each other when they've been apart. On the way, we poured some wine I'd already opened to breath and picked up some of the hors d'oeuvres that Trish had prepared. 

We chatted about no subject for longer than a minute. We all acted like we had adult attention deficit disorder. Trish hovered back and forth between the porch and the kitchen. At one point she asked for help. John jumped to his feet before I could register her request and the two of them disappeared into the kitchen. 

Loren and I were sitting close enough to each other that we could touch hands. We both started stroking each other's palms in what was an exceptionally sensuous gesture. I could tell both our temperatures were becoming elevated. Occasionally one of us would make a remark that could also be taken with a sexual overtone. Some so obvious that we both threw our heads back and laughed after the statement.

Ten minutes later Trish called us in to the dining room table. I noticed that the lipstick she'd put on just before John and Loren arrived had now vanished completely. I felt another dig in my lower tract. Dinner was served.

We continued our banter at the table as the gourmet dinner Trish had prepared disappeared from our plates and the wine that John had brought also vanished. I was finding my mind racing at a thousand miles an hour with many unanswered questions about how we would start, what would happen, who would do what to whom, and such. I had never thought about who initiated something like a foursome. Did it spontaneously explode or did someone yell "Go!"? 

After coffee and a light dessert, I helped clear the last of the dishes from the table and started my clean up chores in the kitchen. Clean up is my contribution in the division of labor in the household when we have formal dinners. This time it went very quickly, however, for everyone helped. I washed, John dried, Loren packed away the leftovers, and Trish was putting away. We were done in record time.

I brought our some liqueurs and passed out some Drambuies and Grand Marniers to our foursome. We all moved into the family room of our house.

The room had two facing sofas. John and Trish took one and Loren and I the other. We dimmed the lights to their lowest level and sat sipping our drinks in the near darkness. Next I knew, John and Trish were kissing and so were Loren and I. 

I had decided to pace or lag behind where Trish and John were going. I didn't want to make a move that would upset anyone. In a moment or two, I knew that was not an issue. Trish and I made eye contact with one another, smiled, and blew each other a kiss. 

I put my focus on Loren, and we started deep soul kisses. Our tongues swirled around each other's lips and then explored ears and necks. There was a lot of body stroking and heavy breathing going around too.

On one foray, I ran my tongue down Loren's neck deep into the cleavage of her dress. I then brought my mouth over the apparent location of a nipple and blew hot air through her blouse and lingerie. In a moment, I was rewarded as I felt the nubbin rise in an excited state. Loren moaned and held my head to the point.

I undid a couple of buttons that then afforded me an even greater landscape to explore with my tongue. I did just that, finally, as I opened still more buttons, licking into the band of skin between her belt and gossamer bra. Even in the dim light I could see Loren's aureoles and hardened nipples through the thin material.

Loren then turned the table on me. She leaned into me and started unbuttoning my sport shirt. After blowing and licking my ears, her tongue started to run down my neck and to my chest and nipples. Wow! It was electric. No one had ever sucked on my nipples that way. Suddenly I had the urge to merge in a big way.





The Experiment Ch. 01



We both peeled our shirts and blouses off and I undid the eyelets of Loren's bra. As her bra came off, I was rewarded with two excited breasts of perfect shape and size. Much more than a mouthful she said with a small laugh. Not a cubic millimeter was wasted as my mouth wandered further over the exposed flesh – licking, sucking and tasting as I went.

I cast a glance at the other couch about then and saw that both John and Trish were nude from the waist up too. John was sucking on Trish's breasts as she held her head tilted back, eyes shut, with a slight smile of total contentment.

I buried my head in Loren's chest with much the same result that Trish was having. I alternately sucked each nipple into my mouth; carefully loving and gently biting each nub in what I'd learned over the years with Trish was a very effective mechanism to turn her on. This worked on Loren too. Soon she was purring and pulling me even harder into her breasts. 

Periodically, I would come up and we would French kiss – winding our tongues together and sometimes only touching the tips of our tongues to each other as we looked into each other's eyes. All our signals to each other were "Go!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw John and Trish stand so they could shed pants. Loren and I accepted that suggestion too as I removed her skirt and she slid my shorts off. Underwear followed.

Within seconds, the four of us were nude. I thought about the strange sensation of being naked in a room with another couple for the first time, made stranger by the fact that Trish and I were not together. We all took a moment to look across at each other and revel in the beauty of the moment. Passions then pulled us back to our goals.

Loren reached down and started massaging my already hard cock with one hand. As I adjusted my position, she dropped down and engulfed the mushroomed head into her mouth. I moaned for a change. 

After she had me in a rock hard state, I shifted our positions so I could lick her pussy. I placed one leg over my shoulder as I got down on the floor and started my ministrations to her pubic area. She was unshaved and it was with delight that I helped pull her lips apart and plunged my tongue into her vagina for the first time. Then I centered on her clitoris, circling out and then back in periodically. 

Loren's juices flowed like a wide-open faucet. I loved her musky scent and taste. Soon my face and even my hair were covered in her scent as I spread her juices over her thighs and abdomen and then rubbed my head in those areas. The whole room took on a musky odor.

She pulled me up and I knew it was time to penetrate. I looked across as John and Trish just in time to see John finish his tongue-lashing of Trish's cunt. She moved around and reclined on the couch, tossing some cushions on the floor to afford them both more room. John rose up over her, hard cock in hand, and then plunged it into her. What excitement. I had never seen two people fucking except in porn movies – and here was the real thing.

I turned my attention back to Loren. She suggested that I come over her as well and so I did. She held my cock and positioned it at the entrance to her valley. With a few minor thrusts I sank into her warm sanctum, pausing for a moment after I was fully inserted to enjoy the moment. We kissed deeply again and felt the kiss concentrate in our loins as we both started pumping into one another.

Loren and I looked lovingly at each other and then continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. She had a way of rotating her hips as I was thrusting that was going to accelerate things much too fast. I paused again and she looked at me with a questioning look. I told her to slow things down and we both smiled at each other and then kissed again ... and again and again. 

Rather than rush to climax we both looked at the activity on the other couch. John was plunging into Trish at ever increasing speed and intensity. His back was arched while his hips articulated back and forth in rapid succession. Trish's legs were locked behind him, pulling him into her with reckless abandon. 

Loren and I watched while we slowly fucked – prolonging our first coupling and enjoying all the sensations of skin on skin. 

Then, with appropriate moans and shrieks for the moment, both John and Trish climaxed. John's back arched in an almost perpendicular fashion as he made his final thrusts into Trish's body. Trish's back was arched so much that only her hips and shoulders touched the couch cushions they were lying on.

Loren and I took their climax as an invitation to finish our own fuck. I looked at her and nodded. We both picked up the pace. Loren started her hip rotations again as I took longer and more determined strokes into her pussy. In sixty seconds, we too exploded. I sent a stream of cum into Loren's cunt and she flooded the area with her juices. Our moans and expletives punctuated the quiet in the room, announcing to all that we too had joint orgasms deserving of notice. 

I fell in beside Loren and we started to cuddle and smooth the skin that was within reach. How nice that our skin has such wonderful receptors in it. We gently cooed in each other's ears and kissed eyes, cheeks, necks and lips in a sensuous and loving way. And, of course, I massaged her generous breasts.

Loren and I stayed coupled while we explored each other. Even though I had shrunk from my hardened state of a few moments before, I was not deflated enough to slip from her folds. After a few moments I started to pump again – gently at first. I was enjoying just enough stimulation in her juicy cunt to re-inflate and start the fucking process over again. 

Soon the passion of the evening, the anticipation of this foursome, and my overall perpetual state of horniness did the trick and I was again pumping in and out of Loren's pussy. This time, we were on our sides so we could each use our hands to caress and touch one another in sensitive places. 

We took our time, watching as Trish and John re-coupled and also started a slow fuck, this time with Trish on top – a position she loves. John's hands and then his mouth engulfed Trish's breasts as he rose up to meet her bent over figure. 

I was infatuated with Loren's much larger breasts. There was more than a handful there, but none of it was wasted. I wanted to swim in them. Loren would lean towards me stroking my chest with her nipples in a way that sent me into orbit. Oh, holy horniness. What a wonder this was. I was in seventh heaven.

As we stroked and rotated into each other, fondling breasts and kissing all available skin, we gradually realized we were getting close to another orgasm. This time neither of us slowed the process. I signaled that I was close and she nodded.

In seconds wave after wave of ecstasy again washed over us. Loren's muscles rippled tightly against my cock, pulling my penis and my cum deep into her body. Our backs again arched forcing our hips together in our copulation. Slowly as the orgasm passed, we relaxed and petted again. 

We glanced across at the other sofa just in time to see Trish rise up and thrust her breasts out into the dimness of the room in orgasmic bliss. John's hips were thrust up into her, lifting her. They entered a euphoric state of bliss, punctuated only with deep sighs, low moans, and heavy breathing. 

I thought, how wonderful the human body that it can create such ecstatic feelings for such occasions. I wondered aloud to Loren why people didn't fuck more frequently and more often. Why were there such taboos against just fucking who you found interesting? 

I deflated that time. I was done for an hour or so – at least. Trish made a dash through the house to the linen closest and arrived back with warm wash clothes for everyone, as well as towels. Loren and I took turns cleaning each other, while Trish ministered to John.

I poured more liqueurs for us – just a splash each. I took a sip of my Drambuie and then, holding the sip in my mouth, pushed my tongue into Loren's mouth where I then deposited the strong liquid. She raised her eyebrows as we then shared the warmth of the drink with our mouths and tongues intertwined. When we parted, she told me that was one of the most erotic things she had ever done. I said I'd be delighted to be her source of drink from then on. We laughed and did it again.

We all talked about the evening, briefly praising the events and the passion – particularly of watching each other as we made love. I would have said fucking, but there was such caring and tenderness that we had for each other that that word was too harsh for the occasion. There would be other times when that was the right word, however. 

After a while, John noted it was well past midnight and our guests decided they should go. I slipped on my shorts and shirt again and John and Loren dressed. Trish slipped on a robe she'd brought with her when she'd run through the house earlier. 

As we stood at the door, kissing goodnight, it was a huge turn-on to watch John reach down and open Trish's robe and insert his fingers into her sodden pussy. She spread her legs a little to give him access. In response, Loren pulled her blouse down and gave me a last lick on her left breast. We laughed and they left. We'd agreed to get together the following weekend, if not sooner.

Trish and I went back outside and cuddled together on the patio couch in the dark. We tested how we each felt. I told her I had two wildly conflicting feelings about the evening. I was excited having sex with Loren and watching her and John, and the prospect of doing it some more was captivating. I liked Loren – a lot; however, I wanted Trish to know that she was not a threat to our marriage.

My other concern was her relationship with John and what that meant to us. Seeing the two of them make love and seeing how he excited her, I was happy for her and her excitement, but still felt that twinge in the pit of my stomach. Trish assured me that she loved me and that John was a dear friend that she enjoyed but that I was her life mate. We talked about how someone could love more than one person as a time and that it was only social norms that dictated you could only love one person at a time.

On that note we went up and went to bed. Both of us were still worked up, however, and it wasn't very long before I felt her hand reach for my cock and start to stroke it. I'd had enough of a recovery and was still so horned up by the events of the evening and week that in no time at all we were at it. Trish climbed on top and we enjoyed a nice, slow fuck as we reaffirmed our love and commitment to one another. The orgasm was wonderful and just what we both needed to allow us to sleep.

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The next morning I continued to have conflicting emotions over the events of the previous night. Getting to mess around with Loren was amazing and way off the scale. Watching Trish and John fuck ten feet away was erotic as all hell, but gut wrenching at the same time. Lastly, doing it all in a foursome was truly mind blowing.

In the afternoon, I went for ten mile run to ruminate over the evening as well as all of the talk that led up to our group session. I left the house anxious over the stability of my relationship with Trish and worried that John would somehow supplant me. Along the way, I realized that my happiness was my responsibility and not Trish's, or John's. I had to change how I was thinking about this situation. I was the only one worried about such things. I realized if I got too clingy I would indeed lose Trish as a wife and John and Loren as a friends. Armed with this new thought, I arrived back home in much better spirits than I had been. Remarkably, things did turn around.

After dinner and putting the kids to bed, Trish and I took another glass of wine and went out on the porch to talk. She was headed back to work in the morning and I wanted to let her know that I was happy with the way things had turned and excited about the future. She was too.

We snuggled and petted a little on the porch as we talked. As we sat on the porch sofa, she backed into my side so I was able to reach and stroke her breasts. Pretty soon we were both worked up sufficiently to go upstairs and make love. 

As I slowly pumped inside Trish, we started asking each other to be vocal about what we recalled as high points or visual stimulation points from Saturday. Trish recited watching me penetrate Loren for the first time, with Loren holding my cock and guiding me into her dark mat of hair, and watching me eat Loren as she writhed and bucked her hips.

I recalled John's penetration of her. From my vantage point, I could see his entire length work its way into her pussy with each stroke allowing him to go deeper and deeper. I also found Trish's riding John as she rotated her hips fore and aft a very stimulating mental picture to hold. I found the sight of the four of us sitting nude and fully revealed across from each other in the afterglow of two magnificent fucks a great and stimulating memory.

As we talked, Trish and I bucked more and more into each other until finally she announced that she was close but wanted me to come with her. I found that no problem and seconds later we both crashed through that exotic barrier with thrusts into one another and moans of mutual satisfaction. 

As we came down from our high we remained coupled and continued talking. I asked Trish what she thought the week would bring. She said that she certainly wanted a repeat performance and I agreed. She noted that she wasn't sure of Loren's schedule, but knew that John would be free most of the time. 

I asked what she'd do for lunches, with a big suitable grin. She allowed as how she did not want to start arriving at the house for "noon-ers". Several of our good friends were neighbors and did not work, so the unusual presence of a car at mid-day would attract attention. I told her if they went to the reservoir again to just be sure to tell me about it later and emphasized that she had carte blanche from me to fuck her brains out or whatever else came to mind. She raised her eyebrows and said that she might just consider that, although she didn't fancy sitting around work in the afternoons reeking of sex with cum from a hot cock dripping out of her pussy.

Normally, she didn't use such graphic language as she had in our discussion and sharing moments that evening. She was already loosening up.

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Monday was a stellar day for me. I got a promotion and significant pay increase. I went into work feeling like I'd lost my virginity over the weekend and still with an occasional twist of angst over what Trish might do. After I'd been at work an hour, the head of the 2,000-person division I worked in asked me to come up and see him. 

I hustled upstairs to "rug row" and went into his office area. Louise, his older but savvy secretary, who I was a friend with, gave me a smile, a nod and thumbs up, and then came around her desk and led me into Jim's office with not a word spoken. He was sitting on his sofa reading and having a cup of coffee from a tray already prepared for two. Louise shut the door on the way out – with a wink.

Jim had me sit down and then reached across and said "Congratulations, you're my new executive assistant." I was blown away. I knew I was being considered since the position had been posted, but I thought this meeting would just be news about where the decision stood or asking me some further questions about my qualifications. I had no idea he'd make a final decision so soon.

He handed me a book to read, lectured me about what he really wanted from his new aide, and told me I was not to be his bagman – that he wanted real contributions and real leadership to the rest of the company from me. I was numb and elated. He asked me to handoff my other work to others in my group and move up to his office area as soon as possible.

I went back down to my cubicle and called Trish. She was out (doing what I wondered), but I left a message and told her my news in a happy and elated voice. I told her I'd be home at the usual time. I spent the rest of the day talking to human resources about the change, happily packing up a couple of cardboard boxes of desk and bookcase memorabilia, and dumping the pieces of the projects I had been working onto others. I'd move up first thing in the morning.

I left work early. It would the last day I'd leave work early for over a year. I pulled into the driveway at the same time that Trish did. She had both kids in the car. She hopped out of her car and came over and gave me a huge hug and congratulatory kisses. The kids didn't quite understand but knew that something special and nice had happened to Daddy. They were screaming and yelling and we were all celebrating my joy.

A few minutes later John and Loren arrived in two separate cars. John had a bottle of champagne in one hand and bottle of fine wine in the other. He bolted over and also gave me a congratulatory bear hug. Loren held back a little. I looked at her and she waited until we were just inside the garage and the kids inside the house before she approached me in a vampish way and wrapped her lithe and sensual body around mine. She had her tongue deep in my mouth in seconds and left no part of my body unloved in a full-press sixty-second kiss that she slowly delivered. At the end of the kiss, she bit my ear lobe and ran her tongue around inside my ear. She whispered, "Congratulations, big boy," in a very husky voice, "we're here to help you celebrate." Whew! My temperature had just passed the boiling point.

We all went inside amid cheery and animated telling of my story and the great repartee of good friends. We decided to anoint the occasion with several pepperoni pizzas and a salad, as well as the wine and champagne John had brought. At one point John and Loren secreted away only to return with a hastily wrapped present that they presented to me. I unwrapped a very executive looking pen set truly befitting of only an executive's desk. More hugs and cheers continued.

After dinner clean up and some bedtime stories, the four of us went out on the porch. John and Trish sat on the couch and Loren snuggled up on my lap in one of the big overstuffed chairs. We all just continued to talk about the future and what the promotion would mean in terms of work and responsibilities. I would have to travel more, but that's to be expected. 

As darkness fell, we only had the incidental light from inside the house lighting the porch. Loren kept tonguing and blowing in my ear – or I in hers. I watched as John's hands shifted from holding to smoothing to rubbing, and shifted from neutral areas to breasts to thighs and then to reaching up Trish's skirt. I was also following his example on Loren. She was mewing.

Loren stood up suddenly. She looked straight at me and announced, "I want you to make love to me." She reached behind her and unzipped the shift she had on and let it slither down her body to the floor. In a second gesture she unsnapped her bra and dropped that too, and then pushed her thong down her legs far enough for gravity to take over. She ended completely nude, hands raised above her head, except for her three-inch heels (which she had put back on a few moments earlier). What a sexy pose. I went rigid in seconds.

While Loren's strip was going on, I saw that Trish and John were also shedding clothing. I knew where all this was heading. I smiled.

Loren approached me in the big chair and slowly unbuttoned my shirt – licking each new area of my chest as it became exposed. Soon she was undoing my belt and zipper and pulling my slacks down. I arched my body to free them from where I was sitting. She pulled both slacks and briefs at the same time. I was the last to become naked in the group.




The Experiment Ch. 01



Loren ran her tongue down my chest again and then down my legs to my knees, and then back up. This time she traveled a different path that led straight to my stiffening member. She engulfed it in one swallow and pushed the head all the way to the back of her throat and beyond. Her lips touched my body. I almost came on that one lunge of her head. She started making back and forth sweeping motions, taking me all the way to the back of her throat with each forward motion. 

I finally reached down and held her still. She understood the signal and slowly backed up until my rigid cock floated free in the night air. She lightly blew on it and licked just the head with the tip of her tongue. Then she did something that I'll never forget. She pulled her long hair around in front of her body, covering up her breasts in the process. She got down near my cock and proceeded to wrap her hair around it with her hand outside the sandwich holding the hair in place. She then proceeded to lick and suck only the head inside her mouth in a very sensual and erotic way. The stroked me up and down with her hair while tonguing my mushroomed head.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I came in buckets flowing into Loren's mouth and then out again onto her hair. She kept massaging my cock as the surges of cum finally slowed. Her hair was covered in cum, aided by the fact that she had spread the deposits as much as she could further up onto her head. She kept licking and sucking. I kept twitching uncontrollably as she did this. I was hyper-sensitive.

She unraveled her hair and fluffed it out into her hallmark long dark strands. The locks were punctuated by areas that shined with dampness in the dim light or areas with white droplets. I was truly speechless. 

She laughed and pulled me up into a tight embrace. I could barely stand. We looked over at Trish and John who had been watching her performance – the blowjob of all blowjobs. Trish went "Whew – don't expect that from me unless you get another promotion." We all laughed. Trish rose up and impaled herself on John's stiff cock. She was facing towards us, however, with her back to John. 

Loren dropped to her knees in front of Trish and started to lick Trish's clitoris and John's cock as it slowly pistoned in and out of her body. Trish grabbed her head and held it in position at one point as Loren's tongue darted around her labia. Suddenly, her back arched and her first orgasm hit. 

John held position for a moment and then restarted his pumping motion. Being on top, she then restarted rising and falling the seven or so inches up and down his cock in broad sweeping motions. The slapping sound of a good fuck echoed in the night air. In another minute, the two of them were panting and rapidly approaching a crescendo. In another minute, both bodies glowed with the sweat of serious effort to reach a goal. In another minute, both stopped in the paroxysm of their orgasm. Loren remained on her knees in front of the two, her tongue occasionally tracing one part of the coupling or another. I watched the entire scene as I hardened again.

Loren stood and pulled Trish from John's body. She hugged her and then grabbed my hand and Trish's and pulled us out the door into the back yard. She ran over and turned on the garden sprinkler. As John joined us we all began a somewhat noisy frolic in the chilled water. We ended up soaking wet as well as cooled down on this hot night; plus, we were all clean and horny again. We regained the sanctity of the porch away from the bugs as Trish went and got robes and towels for everyone.

By the time we were dry, in spite of our continued enthusiasm to do more, everyone pleaded a workday and got dressed again - Trish and I only in our robes. Hugs and kisses again, and then John and Loren left. After their car disappeared, Trish planted a huge kiss on my lips and told me she wanted to get fucked by the newest executive in the neighborhood. I made some suggestions as to whom that might be, but my guesses were wrong. She corrected my errant ways.

She pulled me up to our bedroom despite my protestations that I was being taken advantage of and that all she wanted was my body. She agreed. With her on top, facing me, I sucked on her engorged breasts and nipples until they stood out and could sensually trace patterns on my chest – which she did. She told me she was spelling out something and I had to guess what it was. I was deep in her body, just shy of my last orgasm for the night, when I figured out that she had spelled "I love you." We went to sleep locked together.

To be continued.



The Experiment Ch. 01



Author's notes: 

1) The author thanks Thelvon 27 for editing this story. His professional advice and help were invaluable.

2) All Characters are above the age of 18 







The Experiment Ch. 01



Ann took Jake's balls in her left hand, massaging them gently. She took as much cock as she could in her mouth and used her right hand to milk the rest. Ann moved her hands slowly and gently. Suddenly she tightened her lips and sucked Jake as hard as she could. Ann milked the rest of his cock faster and faster. Her left hand grasped his balls, pushing them up. Ann couldn't breathe, but she continued, waiting to feel Jake exploding in her mouth. She wanted to suck him dry. She wanted to swallow his cum, to feel it slide down her throat. Ann closed her eyes, and gave a last effort, sucking, milking, grasping. She was out of air. Ann left Jake's cock and fell back on the sofa, gasping, her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. It was then when she heard Jake saying: "Open your eyes, bitch, and see what you have done."

Ann opened her eyes, and her jaw fell, leaving her mouth open. Jake's cock was now fully erect, reaching about ten inches. It was wet all over. The fat cock was throbbing, gently moving forwards and upwards with each beat of Jake's pulse. Its head was stretched defiantly upwards, moving in small circular movements. Ann watched in awe as the slit widened a fraction. A drop of thick creamy precum formed at the tip of Jake's cock, and dripped to his feet.

Ann looked at Jake's face. His forehead was sweating. His mouth was contorted in agony. Ann's thoughts raced through her head. Screwing employees was a bad idea, but this was something else. He was suffering. It was medical. She worked with people. She had to help. Besides that, her labia were tingling again. It was minutes before she would have to finger fuck herself again.

Ann laid down on the sofa and put her head on the armrest. She slid on her back and looked at Jake again. He was cupping his balls, trying to ease himself, but it was futile. He would have to come.

Ann spread her hips. She cupped her left breast with her left hand. She slowly lowered her right hand to her crotch. Ann put her palm on her clit and used her fingers to open her pussy. She looked at Jake. His cock was now oozing a constant drip of precum. His pelvis was shaking.

Jake looked at Ann. The sight of her pussy was tormenting him. Jake walked towards Ann. He bent above her, putting one knee on the couch. His elbows were on her sides. Ann put her hands beside her and raised her pelvis. Jake's stiff cock was now on her pussy. Ann squirmed under Jake, rubbing her pussy against his cock and balls. She was pinned and couldn't use her hands, but she had to shove something up her hole. Jake looked at Ann.

You sure you want this?" said Jake."

Ann looked at Jake. A tear run down from her right eye. She pursed her lips, looked at Jake's eyes and said: "I need it. Please Jake, help me." His cock touched her labia. Ann hugged Jake, pulling him closer. Jake lowered himself, his dick slowly sliding into Ann's cunt.

Ann moaned softly. She smiled as Jake started thrusting himself inside her, fucking her harder and harder. Jake was mumbling his head near her ear: "Make me come. Make me come". Ann jackknifed Jake's legs. She put her hands on his ass, pressing him further and further. Her nipples got rubbed under Jake. Ann felt her cunt tightening, and pressed Jack's ass harder. She moaned, saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Jake shoved his entire length into Ann. He started pressing his pelvis forwards and upwards. He looked at Ann. Her mouth was open, and she was mumbling and moaning.

"Take that, you bitch. "

Jake pressed himself against her swollen pussy. Ann continued to moan louder and louder. Jake gave another thrust.

"You've practically begged for this"

Jake moved again. Ann's moans became loud. Jake put his hand over her mouth, pushing two fingers into her mouth.

"Suck on this, slut. My cock's too busy. "

Jake pounded relentlessly; rubbing his balls against Ann. Ann trembled all over. Her hips shook. Her pussy tightened over Jake's cock. She tried to scream, but Jake's hands prevented her. Her hard nipples were massaged by Jake's moving chest.

Jake looked at Ann. Her pupils were dilated. She moved her head from side to side, moaning again and again, licking his fingers.

Jake whispered, "This one's for not locking the door, you teasing cunt!" Jake moved his entire body forwards, rubbing Ann's breasts. His balls crushed against Ann's labia mercilessly. Jake's dick filled Ann's tight pussy, making sure every bit of her was stimulated.

Ann's entire body contracted, squashing Jake's cock inside her. Her ass moved up and down rhythmically. Her pussy tightened violently, as if trying to rip Jake's cock off. Clear fluids and creamy secretions oozed out of her cunt, flowing over Jake's cock and balls. Ann extended her head backwards, finally breaking away from Jake's hand.

"Fuck me Jake, oh fuck."

Ann collapsed on the sofa, spent. She felt as though Jake had drained her entire energy. Jake got off her. He moved her left leg on to her right, and sat beside her. She was now lying on her back, her legs folded towards her, her calves and ankles dangling from the sofa. Jake sat next to her.

Ann looked at Jake.

"Wow Jake, I haven't screwed like that since college. "

Jake's gaze was fixated at Ann's tits.

"Ann, I'm afraid we have a problem. "

Jake stood up and faced Ann. Ann looked at Jake and blinked. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She didn't know whether to blame herself or assume Jake was unique. She definitely didn't expect this after all that shagging.

Jake sighed loudly and said, "Yes, Ann, I'm still hard. Now, be the bitch you are. Stand on all fours, spread your hips, and lift your ass. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I'll have to fuck you again. That shouldn't be a problem for a teasing little slut like you, should it?"

Ann blushed. She was offended by Jake's tone and language. However, she was the one who masturbated with her door open. She was the one who asked Jake to take his pants off. She had sucked Jake without him even asking, and, yes, she had begged him to screw her.

Ann said, "I don't do doggy style. It's too humiliating."

Jake sat near Ann. He looked at her and grinned.

"It's ok Ann. No point on raping you. "

Jake put his hand on Ann's pussy. He started to move his index finger over her pussy, between her thighs, leading up to her asshole and back.

Ann trembled. She didn't want this, but she couldn't help herself. Jake was using two of his fingers now, gently pressing. Ann's hips shook.

""Jake, please stop. Jake, take your hand off my pussy. P..P..lease Jake, I..I..I really can't do this."

"Fuck that, you horny bitch", said Jake. "My fingers are already wet."

Ann moved her right hand towards Jake, but he caught her wrist. Ann tried to put her left hand between her thighs, but Jake caught that hand too. Ann tried to fight Jake, but ended up lying on her back with her wrists held by Jake. Jake was standing on his knees between her thighs.

Jake! You asshole!" Shouted Ann."

Jake smiled at Ann. He pointed his chin between her legs, and said, "I think it's your holes which require some maintenance." Ann looked down. Her labia were engorged. Her clit was swollen. Her pussy was oozing. The tension she felt was unbearable.

"Ok, you win!" Cried Ann. Jake let go of Ann's hands. She turned over on all fours, exposing her ass. Ann turned her head and said, "Fuck me now! I can't stand it any longer."



The Experiment Ch. 01



Introduction: This story is dedicated to a certain CB who I met online. She has fired my imagination in a way I haven't had fueled for a long time. The basic premise of the story is a young student nurse falling under the carnal power of a university professor and his alien 'accomplice'.

*

Chloe Jones was in her second year of nursing studies at university and whilst she enjoyed the course, had plenty of good friends including her roommate Melinda and was looking forward to graduating, the previous two semesters had been a real struggle. Unfortunately for her she'd been forced to take up her degree without the financial backing many of her fellow students seemed to have, hence she spent at least 20 hours a week working as a cleaner in a local old folks home. It gave her some credit with her course, and the money wasn't bad per se, it was just a killer for her ability to keep up with all the academic and social activities on campus.

For example, only last week she had to go to the dean of the faculty and ask for an extension for her tutorial paper on the Canadian national health system, and this was a fairly demeaning process bound up in red tape and bulldust. She had to get two forms filled out by the dean's PA, run around to her tutor, drop by the faculty counselor and then sit through a 15 minute face-to-face with Dean Jaggers. Even now as she sat in her dorm room, scrolling down the screen on her PC reading the notices on the faculty's web site she felt this surge of bitterness towards the process. "Not my damned fault I'm not a rich bitch!" Chloe exclaimed to no one but herself. Melinda was out at a beer bust, and as Chloe kept surfing the web site she mused on her roommate's likelihood of scoring some well-endowed post grad (both financially and sexually).

This thought then dredged up some rather pointed and disappointed thoughts about Alan. Alan was a fourth year pre-med student she had met not long after Chloe started university, but although they had been very passionate and the dating was fun, it had ended fairly dramatically just before Christmas because he had wanted her to come home to his place and meet his family, but she couldn't go. Money was extra tight for Chloe and some extra hours plus subsidized board was available for that time if she took the increase in work, so she bailed out. He got mightily pissed, they had a raging fight and that was that. Miles away from home, having to work in a retirement home, Christmas and New Year's passing without much else to look forward to than the extra dollars in her bank balance; it was a low point in Chloe's young life.

But this was some time ago now, and Chloe reflected back on that time as best she could. Deep down a warm, friendly and loving person she wasn't willing to let life beat her down. She was going to finish her studies, maybe get into some specialist course with pediatrics or midwifery, find a position in some hospital that offered big dollars and a challenging work environment, and then find that special someone who she could get all the right support and love from. And as she focused on these private thoughts Chloe grinned, showing to no one but herself her pretty smile.

"Wait a sec...what's this?" Chloe said to herself as she saw a recently added post in the university's course information forum. The headline read "Well Paid Research Junior Required For Biomedical Professor". Clicking on the link she read the post, her interest growing more and more piqued. It ran as follows:

"Professor Andrew Dalkeith is conducting research on cross-hybrid mitosis genetic manipulation and stem cell resilience. He is willing to pay his preferred student research junior $60 per hour to help run his experiments over Friday and Saturday night this weekend, hours 11pm -- 4am. Contact Professor Dalkieth on ext. 475 or send the access code for your online university profile via the cited link below. Students with nursing majors will be preferred."

Chloe didn't hesitate. She clicked on the link and posted the requisite coding for her university profile (which included her academic credits, contact details and the obligatory photo ID), all the while trying to calculate in her head the dollars on offer. The answer of $600 meant she could probably afford to pay for next semester's textbooks (and then some) without having to pull any extra shifts at the old folks home. That certainly gave her a sense of relief. Then, as soon as the good feeling came it disappeared. "Everyone will want this job...shit!" Riding the waves of excitement and cynicism was something Chloe hated, so to try and clear her mind of it she went over to her closet and pulled out a secreted box of chocolates. "Mmmm...That's yummy." Chloe giggled as she popped one of the cream centred candies in her mouth. "I'll get that position...he'll have to choose me."

Sitting back down at her desk and staring again at her PC Chloe reviewed the post again, then opened a new tab on her Firefox browser. She looked up some more details about Professor Dalkieth, because she believed that if she was goingt o have any chance of securing the casual work she should find out some more about her potential boss. On the Biomedical Department's web site she found the Professor's home page. There was a photo of him, and Chloe was pleasantly surprised to see he didn't look like the old geek who he could have been. Short blond hair, a bit of a beard and moustache, green eyes (almost big and puppy-like she reflected), average height and build and of course in a white lab coat, Chloe thought he was at least friendly looking. His academic resume went for almost three pages and she didn't look into it too much. She saw some references to mutant recombinant DNA and citations relating to government authorities (including NASA), but that stuff was kind of irrelevant. Chloe's aim was to try and size up from Dalkieth's photo and any personal stuff on his web site (which was minimal at best...a reference to golf as a hobby and a recent trip to Sydney Australia was all he had), so if he interviewed her she had some idea as to how pleasant or how grueling he would be.

As it was getting late Chloe decided to power down her computer and try and get some sleep. The taste of the chocolate was slowly fading as she changed out of her jeans and t-shirt. Chloe was a very pretty 23 year old, with mid-length honey blonde hair, mischievous eyes, a grin that had broken hearts when she was in senior high school and a slender body that have all the right curves and shapes. She knew guys looked her at a lot, but since the business with her last boyfriend she'd steered clear of anything beyond friendship. She had her imagination, a certain device buried deep under the socks and panties in her top dresser drawer, and other more mundane stuff to keep her happy sexually, and besides university and part-time work were both sufficiently strong deterrents to her libido. It was getting late, Melinda was not going to be home for hours yet (if at all) so Chloe threw on a night shirt, tugged down her panties and put them in the laundry basket at the foot of her bed, and then climbed under the sheets. A flick of the light switch brought immediate darkness to the young student nurse's room and before she'd thought two or three more times about the $600 dollars she could get from Professor Dalkieth she feel into a deep, full sleep. 



The Experiment Ch. 01



Part I. 

The Corruption

It started as an experiment. Just to see. Things were going so well. The communication had gone on for months. Sometimes spent texting all day or chatting in the room for nights on end. She had been so busy. It's not easy fighting for the homeless and poor during the day and attending school full time at night for her Masters. She barely had time to breathe. Living alone in her apartment that she barely spent time in and spending entire nights in the old Ivy League library. And then he appeared. She was having a really bad day. And he was there...in the chat room..a comforting presence. Soothing, checking in on her. It felt so good to have somebody care and to understand and want to listen. They had had a few laughs, getting to know the others in the room, and then flirting in private instant messenger on the side. His texts getting sexier, playful, and more suggestive as the weekend night wore on. 

She really should have been working on her paper. But his presence was so reassuringly seductive. She did not want to leave. She was wondering if he would end it. If he would get bored. But he didn't. They chatted until the early hours of the morning. He was her secret fantasy man. And for a time that was enough. Why spoil it with reality? Why rush it? When it felt so right. Just like that. She was enjoying the pleasure of his company in the moment. Didn't her friends always tell her she had the habit of rushing things...pushing and being overly aggressive? So she enjoyed the flirtation while it lasted. The intoxicating attention allowed her a break from work. By the end of the night, he was saying he felt like he knew her and if felt right. Yeah, it was right. 

The rain was pouring down. She was stuck inside dreading going out with her laptop back to the bleak, gothic library building. She was glad he was there as a comforting friend. He told her he would keep her company while she did her work in the library if she wanted. How nice.

When the interactions ended she was left with that familiar ache. And knowing her, he always texted hello on her phone and she smiled. Little texts appeared throughout her busy day as they flirted back and forth. Her dreary days began to lighten up. He would wish her luck on her papers and applauded her when she did well. Even as a friend, she thought this could work. Floating on a cloud she kept the communication up. Everything was wonderful and then they began talking about meeting. He said that he didn't want to rush it. He had been disappointed before...so they took it slowly. 

Nights were spent talking on the phone--sometimes about his childhood, sometimes about his divorce, and problems with his ex-wife. She learned about his love for his children. Sometimes erotic thoughts whirled round through their heads as they texted, giggling and teasing. She had never had phone sex before. It was a forbidden topic for her. 

Did good girls do that? Oh yes, she had always been a good, proper girl. But it always left her lonely. So she began to test her limits and let him tell her what he wanted. It was very new and the excitement and ache she began to feel for him felt like a slow tease. Lusting for each other, she would hear him cumming hard on the phone...his passion undisguised—calling her his angel. She felt her sexual power flowing...it was a heady sensation. They did it more and more, and she felt closer to him than she ever felt to any other man. Letting him take over more and more, he told her what to do with her body for him. She was working incredibly hard at her job and school when they decided to meet. 

The summer had passed with them communicating. He was working on a project very far north...and felt alone. They kept up their intense communication. She wondered if the connection would feel this strong in person when they met. She hoped it would. And then the day finally arrived. 

It was a cold night so she wore her coat. She had hoped it would be warm, so she could show off her curves with a nice fall outfit, but the weather was not on her side. They did not know if he would be staying at her place. Should she have him spend money on an expensive hotel when she had a huge apartment? She saw his face in the car. He was shorter than she expected with kind blue eyes. His face scrunched up in wrinkles when he laughed. He was very fit. She could tell that much. They hugged each other tightly. His strong shoulders wrapped around her hard and she felt his chest crushing against hers. He took her hand. She usually did not like it when men held hands with her. It always felt kind of forced. But not this time, his hand felt warm and reassuring...like their chats. 

He squeezed her palm possessively, and she glowed a little inside. The dinner and desert were good, though a bit tense conversation wise. They headed back to her apartment. He turned and suddenly grabbed her playfully and kissed her on the street. 

Damn. He is a good kisser. She had teased him about his kissing abilities and he had bragged that he was very skilled. 

"Sure, sure," she said, "but do you know the four stages of a very good kiss?" And she went on, telling him about how men usually don't tease first lighty with their tongues before they plunge inside. Something she had encountered far too often. All the clumsy, sloppy kissers who rushed in action. They laughed and he assured her that he was not a sloppy kisser. 

She felt her eyes glaze over a little, lustfully thinking about possibly taking it to the next level. The kiss made her feel the familiar stirring that their conversations had aroused. She really had not decided whether she was going to sleep with him or not. But they had decided on going to her place. 

"You will sleep on the couch," she teased wickedly. "It is very comfy, and I will be in the 

bed nice and snuggly." 

He looked at her steadily. "Why do I get the couch?" he whispered seductively in her ear. "You can sleep on it." 

"Hey," she nudged him playfully with her hip. "No dice," and smiled impishly. 

They laughed a bit more and when they got to her place he seemed very at ease. "O.K. I'm taking the bed," he said, as he took off his t shirt and hopped on the bed. 

"Hey mister...no way. That bed is mine." She mocked anger and thought for a bit. She felt a bit put on the spot. He looked so warm and comfortable under the sheets. 

"O.k. We can both sleep in it but we are not necessarily doing anything." She smiled happy with her compromise. She lay down in the bed next to him and the electricity that had dimmed between them started to surge up again. She started to breathe heavily. He was wearing his boxer shorts and his chest was warm and tanned from the summer sun. She sighed fidgeting and feeling uncomfortably close. Her day was so long. She started to doze. 

When she woke a bit later, his chest was nearer. She felt his hands on her sides, stroking her softly. His eyes were closed. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Anywhere. She never knew animal lust like that. Guys usually were jumping her bones on dates. She had no time to want them. She either had to fight them off or struggle to keep up. But here was a slow seduction that led to a steady ache here in her bed now. Her breathing was getting ragged as he traced his fingers up and down the sides of her legs slowly...brushing them higher up to her shoulders. 

Please touch me. She was begging in her mind. But something told her to act cool. So she lay there enjoying the touch. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw pleading in his deep blue eyes.. 

"You can touch me," she whispered. "It's o.k." Suddenly, his hands moved to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She gasped. Her nipples immediately hardened, and her lust became more and more apparent. Her body arched towards his. His hands moved lower. His fingers tracing her mound teasing. His fingers began to very slowly move inside of her exploring. She sighed and moaned stretching towards him. 

He suddenly took her by the shoulders and dragged her body to the edge of the bed. He stood up by the bed and started to enter her thrusting his cock hard inside. His need must have been greater than she believed, she thought to herself. She gasped struggling to keep up. He came quick and hard. She was shocked by how fast it ended and felt a little let down. This was new. No one had ever come prematurely on her. He was breathing hard. She stroked his hair. He looked tired. Sighing she knew she was due in school early in the morning for class and tried to sleep. 

They laid closed together in the bed but she could not sleep. "Damn that cappuccino I had with dinner," she thought as she tossed and turned. The room suddenly became warm. She got up to put the air conditioner on. Her back was towards him when she got back in the bed. Dozing she suddenly felt his hands start to roam over her body again. She was surprised but still aroused. Again, he started to explore her breasts teasing each mound and gently working the nipples. His hands moved to her stomach and then back to her breasts. He repeated this several times until her breathing was coming hard. 

She wanted him so badly. He grabbed her and raised her up off the bed her back towards him. His hands grasped at her breasts, kneading them harder. She breathed in and bit her lip a he squeezed them feeling the throbbing pain and pleasure shooting through her body. He worked at her mound with his hands more and more firmly. He bent her over and entered her again. She gasped and moaned. 

This time she was wet and waiting...He thrust deep and hard and then pulled out. She whimpered a protest...not wanting the exquisite feeling to end. He got up and stood by the edge of the bed again pulling her towards him. She moaned louder, needing him inside her trying to focus on him through her desire. He plunged into her again, her legs spread. Groaning, she wrapped them around his waist and drew him in closer. His cock pulled out slowly and he teased her with its head at her mound as she gasped needily, "No, No. Don't pull out, please." She was close to the edge. Her pleasure was peaking fast from the lust built up from before. 

His moves were almost animalistic as he raked her body with his hands holding onto her breasts hard and again thrusting in deep. "Yes," she moaned. "God," she thought, "Is that me making those sounds?" She was overcome by pure sexual need for the first time in her life. It was strange and new. He seemed to relish the need in her voice and she felt him get harder. They came together. Flushed and heated, he collapsed on the bed next to her. 

"I need to sleep," she laughed panting.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," his blue eyes looked apologetic. 

"Don't be sorry," she kissed his warm, soft lips. "That was hot," she smiled staring into his eyes, their heads level , lying side by side, her hands on his chest, like two shy teenagers. He looked back and smirked boyishly and they both happily dozed off until morning.

Dark Morning:

Morning was another story. He was ready before she was. Dressed, he watched television in the living room. And then he moved into the kitchen sitting at the table staring at one of her books. 

"Do you want some coffee?" she asked. 

"No thanks." Something was bothering him. He seemed distant. 

She smiled trying to get him to lighten up, "I make really good coffee..." 

He shook his head. "No my stomach was bothering me all night. I think it was some of the food we ate." 

"Oh my poor baby," she teased and kissed his forehead. 

He looked at her quite seriously. Her book was open in front of him. "I could never understand this..." and he waved his hand over the printed page. She knew he had a learning disability. He had opened up to her about it. He felt insecure about his problems and his family was the classic overachieving type. Wealthy father, genius brother, intelligent cultured mother who worked. 

"It's o.k. Sometimes I have to read it over and over to get it myself. It's not one of my easier texts," she explained. And it was the truth. He had picked up one of her more challenging books. Full of technical jargon and very dry language. But she was a nerd, a shy geek...and maybe it was sinking in. She wasn't sure. She knew his ex-wife was quite bright as well. She sighed and busied herself with getting ready. She was not the greatest morning person, especially before her first cup of coffee. She would worry later. She was late for class and he had to get back to his job up north. They were both rushed for time. 

They decided to split a cab and he would drop her off in midtown near the garage where he left his van. He did not want to park it on the street. 

She kissed him in the cab and got up the nerve to ask, "When will I see you again?" 

He smiled a smug smile. And she knew their meeting again was something that was not definite in his mind. 

"Well, I'm going to be very busy this month..." his voice trailed. Oh God. Her heart sank. This was what girls warn you about. The rule about sleeping with someone too soon. 

Or was she not attractive enough? Her mind raced. She was cute but no movie star or model. She wondered. Sometimes men wanted a glamour girl. She was definitely not that. More of a girl next door, clean cut type, with a natural look, and no patience for makeup. She was called "cute" a lot. Sometimes sexy. 

She thought his look may have been a little condescending before. As if in some way she had not measured up. Maybe his family again and their standards? She had never really gotten that look before. Not because she was a bombshell but because she usually picked men who were interested in her in some way from the beginning. She was going to miss their talks already and knew somehow they would stop. 

Disappointment was flooding in but she did not say anything. Her mind needed to be focused for class. She couldn't risk her scholarship. This Masters was something she had wanted for so long. The people at work were rooting for her and allowed her to take time off for school. She couldn't let them down. She thought of her mentor boss and smiled weakly as the ride ended. 

She kissed his lips wondering if it would be the last time. He gave her a warm hug, smiling. She wondered how men could be so detached about love. 

In fact, she almost envied it...



The Experiment Ch. 01



“Oh, I am going to study them and particularly your reaction while I fucked your ass. I will also probably jerk off to them too,” Doug said with a smile.

“You are a horrible man,” Kathy said but even as she spoke she felt a surge of sexual desire wet her pussy and she blushed.

“You like it, I can tell,” Doug said and laughed.

“I hate it but I love it. It is not right,” Kathy said resisting the strong urge to rub her pussy. Kathy knew she was trapped and she knew as soon as she got home she would have a long session by herself administering to her strong sexuality that had been released. She still believed that sex without marriage was morally wrong but that would not stop her from satisfying her most basic needs. She also knew she would make careful notes and report these to Doug.

Doug felt pretty good as they arrived back at the Church and parted company.



The Experiment Ch. 02



The next week was mostly uneventful for Kathy at work. However, at home things were very different. Kathy masturbated every night that week. In the past she would never even thought such behavior was possible for her. Kathy also remembered to write of her experiences in her secret journal for Doug. 

“Dear Journal,” she wrote as her first entry. “I just finished having a wonderful sexual experience with myself. It took about 30 minutes of rubbing my pussy to obtain an orgasm that lasted about several minutes. It was very nice. I feel very guilty that I even did it but even more so because while I rubbed myself I was thinking about Doug. My feeling of guilt and shame made me even hornier. The guiltier I feel the more I want to touch myself and that just increases the guilt. I can’t believe this circle I am in.”

“Dear Journal, I just finished masturbating again. I can’t believe I continue to do this. It feels really great but I am disgusted with myself. This time I thought about being naked at the beach. All the men would see me and want to touch me. I can’t believe that I liked that image but it was a great turn on.”

“Dear Journal, Here I go again. I just finished masturbating thinking about Doug fucking me in the butt. I have never had real sex but today I used a small cucumber and put it inside me. It was a very intense experience and I loved it but know that it is wrong. I just can’t stop doing it. I wonder what Doug will say when he reads this. I can’t believe that I look forward to showing him this journal and telling him how I feel about my sex.”

On Sunday Kathy dressed in her normal conservative dress for Mass with one major difference. While dressing she suddenly decided to not wear panties. Kathy could not believe she did this but also could not believe the sensual feelings she had as she walked into the Church. She could feel her pussy moisten as she walked to her normal seat in the sanctuary. She sat with her normal crowd that included a few teenagers who were in her Sunday School Class and two other women her age. Kathy wondered if she was the only one not wearing panties. 

“Dear Journal, “I just can’t believe what I just did. I went to Mass without panties and it was totally exciting. When I arrived home from Mass and I could not control myself. I began to touch myself as soon as I walked inside. I lifted my dress and began to rub my already moistened pussy. My clit was already swollen and very sensitive. Then I can’t believe I began to think about Father John. His image popped into my mind and as soon as it did I began to cum. I could not stop myself. I did not want to stop myself. It was the most intense orgasm I have had since Doug fucked me in the ass. I really feel bad but even as I write this my pussy is itching again and I can’t get Father John out of my mind.”

During the week that Kathy wrote in her Journal, Doug was pondering over what his next move was. He was thoroughly enjoying his research. It was both an intellectual stimulating experience and of course like every man he liked to empty his nuts. In fact Doug had masturbated everyday since he affair with Kathy’s ass. It seems as if his libido had returned. After his wife had left Doug has mostly lost his desire for women. Now it had returned and he was anxious to formulate his next experiment since the one with Kathy went so well.

Doug did not make it to Mass but made a mental note to check on Kathy in the near future to see if she was keeping her journal. He was very interested in visiting her conflicted mind and exploring her various cognitions. He hypothesized it would be very interesting and hot. For now though he decided a trip to the mall might give him some insight into where his investigation should proceed. He decided to take his boom box and a few special CD’s.

The largest mall was located about 15 minutes south of Doug’s house. It had a very nice park around it. Here people would walk and skate on the nice sidewalks that were covered by large oak trees. It was a very pleasant place that many people enjoyed.

Doug had prepared a special program on one of his CD’s that he wanted to try on a group of people. It had special messages on it that he theorized would have special appeal to individuals whose major defense against forbidden sexual impulses was reaction formation. He carried his small boom box and sat down under a tree next to one of the major pathways. He turned on the music loud enough it could be heard within a 10 or 20 yards and sat back to see what would happen.

Several people passed without given him notice. Then a woman that looked to be in her 40’s slowed her pace dramatically as she passed and he could see a dreamy sort of look appear on her face as she passed. He noted her hand casually drop and quickly touch herself between the legs. As he watched she passed on and almost stumbled. As she got out of range of the music she looked around for a moment. She saw Doug sitting there watching her and she blushed and then quickly proceeded with her walk.

Doug was surprised to see her pass again. This time she stopped when she heard the music and walked over to Doug.

“What kind of music is that you are playing?” she asked.

“Just some alternate Jazz that I like,” he replied noting that her hand was hanging down dangerously closed to her crotch.

“It is really different,” she said.

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied as he noticed her face begin a pink flushed look. Also her hand was now touching her running shorts between her legs. As Doug watched she began to rub her crotch. At this point though she saw Doug watching her and looked down to observe herself rubbing her pussy in public.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said and quickly moved on. Doug did not see her again.

A man who looked about 30 approached the perimeter of the music and stopped. He looked and saw Doug and walked over to him. 

Doug said, “Hi, how’s it going?”

The man looked at Doug and said, “Okay, I guess. I feel kind of funny.”

“What do you mean?” Doug inquired.

“I don’t know. It feels strange talking to you, I like the music,” the man said quietly.

Doug had not really considered the idea that men would be just as affected as women. But in the interest of his research he decided to pursue the matter. 

“So tell what is your name?”

“Bill,” the man answered.

“Well Bill those are some nice shorts you have on.”

“Thanks.”

Doug decided to test his theories on Bill. “Come over here on the other side of these bushes for a minute,” Doug instructed. 

Bill followed.

“What do you think of gay people?”

“They all ought to be hung,” he said with an angry scowl. “I hate fags.”

“Sounds like reaction formation,” Doug noted to himself.

They were now pretty much hidden by the trees and bushes from the other walkers. 

“Pull down your shorts,” Doug commanded wondering how this would work on a guy who said he hated Gays.

The man pulled down his short and jock strap revealing a 6 inch limp dick.

“So you ever suck one of those?” Doug asked.

“No, well yes, no, I shouldn’t have,” the man stuttered. He was obviously disturbed by the question

“What do you are trying to say?”

“When I was a kid my older brother made me suck him. Then my friend Tommy and I use to play these games where we would suck each other off.”

“Tell me about the games?” Doug questioned further.

“We would play strip poker or some other game till one of us was naked. Then we would either get into a wrestling match or something where we would be close to each other. By then our dicks would be hard and we would see who could cum first. Sometimes we would shoot our loads on each other, we sometimes humped on each other, and sometimes one of us would the suck the other,” Bill explained.

“Do you like the taste of cum?”

“Yes I love it. We used to shoot off in our ice cream and eat it. Sometimes when I cooked at home I shoot off in the gravy and then serve it to the rest of the family,” Bill confessed.

“Really, do you ever do that now?” Bill asked finding the discussion very interesting. He also noticed that Bill’s dick was sticking straight out. He also noticed that his dick was hard in his pants.

“I can’t believe I am telling you all this,” the man said with a brief shocked expression that soon settle back into a dreamy look. “Yes, I do that often now. People do not know my famous barbeque sauce has about a quarter cup of sperm in every batch. People love it. Sometimes I also will prepare cheese noodles for my daughter and her friends. I will give that a good dose of sperm right at the end and stir it in good. They all love my noodles. I get some turned on watching them eat my sperm seasoned food.”

Doug was learning things about himself during this investigation. He was quite turned on by the man’s story. Doug had never had any type of sex with another guy but wondered about it now. However, he had to be careful since this area was patrolled rather well.

“Is there anything else you do that is a bit out of the ordinary?” Doug asked.

“I guess you might say that my liking to peek at my daughter when she is naked is out of the ordinary,” Bill replied.

“Tell me about her.”

“My daughter just turned 18 and will graduate this year. She has a nice body that is very trim,” Bill explained.

“She have nice boobies?” Doug quizzed.

“Oh yeah, they are perfect and just about every time I have seen them their nipples were nice and perky,” Bill said.

“How about her pussy? Have you seen that?”

“Yeah, it has a small patch of neatly trimmed hair and pretty pink lips,” Bill said with a smile on his face. He was really enjoying telling Doug all these forbidden things.

“She sounds great,” Doug said when he made a decision. 

“Come over to me,” Doug instructed as he pulled down his pants revealing his hard cock.

“Bill I want to give you a little present. Get on your knees and suck my cock,” Doug commanded. Doug had never had a guy suck him off but decided this was a good time to begin.

Bill hesitated a moment and then knelt besides Doug. He then took Doug’s dick inside his mouth and began to suck.

“Now when you feel me cum, I want to swallow all of it. When you feel me begin to cum it will be a major turn-on for you and you will also cum. Do you understand?”

“Ugggggg,” was all he could say since his mouth was full of Doug’s cock.

This experience was quickly getting to Doug. This first time experience for Doug was a turn on and Bill was doing a good job. Doug had never done anything like this particularly out in the open on public property and this fact added to the excitement. Doug quickly began to feel his balls contract and that familiar rush begin. True to his instruction Bill swallowed the ample amount of cum and as Doug’s cock pumped it first load, Bill’s dick also erupted.

When they were through Doug pulled up his pants and instructed Bill to do the same.

“Clean up your face,” Doug said as he led Bill back to where they were originally standing. Bill used his hand and licked the remainder of the cum off his face. He then wipes his own dick and licked up some of that cum also.

“Bill you will remember this and you will remember how good it was for me to have control over you. When we meet again the same will be true. I now want you to begin keeping a log of the various sexual experiences you have. They can be shooting off in food, having sex with your wife, masturbating, watching your daughter, or whatever you do that related to sex. I also want to know about any conflicts you might have regarding these feelings and acts. Keep a secret journal of these events and then a month from today bring me that journal. We can meet right here.”

“Do you understand?” Doug asked

“Yes, I understand. I will keep the journal,” Bill replied.

With that Doug turned off the music. The dreamy look faded from Bill’s face. He looked around, licked his lips, and looked at Doug. “What on earth just happened?”

“I don’t know, what do you think happened?” 

“I sucked you off, and then came myself,” Bill said in disbelief.

“Ok, if that is what you think then I guess so,” Doug said with a smile.

“Go home and keep that journal for me. I can’t wait to hear more about your sperm seasoned food and your peeking on your daughter,” Doug said and turned to walk away.

Doug turned and saw Bill just standing there with a dumb look on his face.

This certainly had been another interesting day. However, he still wanted to go by Kathy’s and see what she had written. It was a short drive to her apartment. She greeted him at the door with a very confused look on her face. It was both friendly and hateful at the same time. Doug felt the conflict as he entered but knew his research must continue.

“Hi Kathy,” he said as he entered the apartment.

“Hi, Doug,” Kathy said hating it that her pussy was already responding to his mere presence. She could feel her little clit become puffy.

“Let’s see the journal,” Doug asked making the assumption she completed her task.

Kathy went in the bedroom and brought back a small notebook. It had several entries and Doug sat and read them.

“Wow that is really something you have the hots for Father John.” Doug was even surprised by this.

Kathy’s face had turn a deep pink and she felt the embarrassment rise through her body. It was made even worse by the intense itch she was having between her legs. 

“Do you ever go to confession with Father John?” Doug asked.

“Yes, sometimes,” Kathy could not believe how turned on she was by allowing Doug to read her most intimate thoughts.

“When will be the next confessional,” Doug asked already formulating his next move.

“Thursday, I think,” she answered.

“Ok, then on Thursday go to confession. While there tell Father John that you have suddenly developed an irresistible desire to masturbate. Tell him how you love to rub your pussy but feel this is wrong. Also tell him that you now don’t wear panties at all. Don’t wear any panties to confession and inform him of that. You might find you want to rub your pussy while talking to him. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Kathy said fighting the urge to let her hand slip between her legs.

“And I want a full report of what he says, what you say, how you act, and how you felt. Is that understood?” Doug finished with his instructions.

“Yes,” Kathy answered.

“Ok I have to go but I will be back for the report sometime after Thursday,” Doug said as he got up to go. Doug would have liked to taken a few privileges with Kathy but he had just shot his load and he was feeling quite content.

Kathy was upset as she let Doug out the door. She wanted to perform for him. She wanted him to see her pussy and then maybe even another ass fucking. She could not believe how much she liked this. As he walked to his car the postman stopped and delivered Kathy a small package. Kathy knew what it was.

As soon as Doug left Kathy quickly shed her clothing. She had been shopping the previous week on the Internet. She could have never gone in a store and bought such a thing. Kathy quickly opened the package to reveal two different vibrators shaped remarkably like a penis. There was also a butt plug that Kathy could not wait to insert. It filled her very full and she came almost instantly before she could even begin to use the vibrators.

Kathy spent the remainder of the afternoon in ecstasy. Her guilt only served to further the pleasurable sensations. Her thoughts of Father John simply added to the fun but she was afraid there would be a price to be paid for this decadent joy she was feeling.

Kathy was also worried over the consequences of her next confession with Father John.



The Experiment Ch. 02



Not unexpectedly we were woken up by the kids the next morning. As usual, permission to go watch the telly had them run down stairs and leave us alone. This was usually a special time for us, alone and pretty sure to be un-interrupted for enough time to get intimate. After last night though I wasn't sure what to expect. I had a raging hard on, but tried to keep it away from my wife. I didn't want her to feel forced.

Yet she spooned up against me, and being quite forward for her, reached around and held me. "Hmm, someone's keen." I was rolled on my back to have her take me in her mouth, then deeper, then deeper. She took me all the way in for the first time in our life together, and I got the best blow job I had ever had. She was tentative, gagged and had to restart a few times, but wow! The thought that another man had been there first, had taught her this kept tickling the back of my mind, but it didn't stop me coming. She even swallowed.

She didn't talk about the night before, and when I tried to raise it I just got a finger gently placed over my lips. I let it drop, and life carried on. It was like nothing happened, though arguably our sex was better than usual. Our repertoire was increased, and when I tried things like spanking her while we fucked, she didn't protest. Far from it.

I did want to talk about it, to hear her say it was all right, yet we didn't. Life just carried on. Well, it carried on for two weeks. That Saturday she was nervous, jittery, and irritable. I put it down to an upcoming period, though the timing didn't seem quite right. The day went OK, but after we got the kids to bed she stopped me.

"Darling, I have a confession. I contacted him."

"I'm sorry?"

"Him, you know!" I did, I just didn't want to admit it. The concept was chilling. "He's coming over tonight."

"What... I don't understand. I thought you said you hated it, that you didn't want to talk about it? I..."

"Shh, I don't. I'm not sure I can explain it. All I know is I need it again, need the danger, the thrill. It was both horrible, and better than anything else I'd ever experienced. So, I got the number from your phone and texted him. He's coming over tonight, in just a little while. I'm going to shower and change, you're going downstairs. When he's here, bring him up, and... we'll have some fun. OK?"

She didn't look at me, just turned and walked into our room. I wanted to run after her, to say we weren't going to do it, but she just quietly closed the door. I stood there for I don't know how long, wondering what to do. This was wrong, it was dangerous, it was exactly what I wanted to avoid, bring someone else into the equation for more than a one off.

Yet... a part of me wanted it too. So I found myself downstairs, pouring myself a whisky that I didn't even realise I'd drunk until I picked up an empty glass.

The front door bell rang. 

"Darling? I'm ready, bring him up OK? I've just put the mask on, so don't bother responding. I can't hear a thing."

I paused, an urge to ignore the door filled my mind, to just make this go away. Instead I went and opened the door.

It wasn't him. A tall black stood there, grinning at me. "This the place, you the man? Charlie couldn't make it this early, but he didn't want to disappoint your lady, so he asked me to come along." He brushed past me into our home. "Nice place. You've done well. So, where is she?"

I didn't know what to say, wasn't sure I could trust myself to speak. This had to stop, and was also yet another deeply held fantasy. She was up there, blind, unable to hear. I was sure she'd have cuffed her hands, she couldn't even protest. I could just let this happen. My mouth was dry, did I dare? With a thump to my gut I realised she already had, this could happen.

"Yes. Let me show you." I led him up our big wide staircase, then along the hall to our room. We had a big old comfortable place with a massive master bedroom. I stopped on opening the door. She stood there, dressed in a corset, different from before, this one was black leather, black stockings and knickers with tall thin heels. I hand landed on my shoulder.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to have me some of that. You go tie her down to the bed, spread eagle, yeah? She's in for a good old time." I looked at him, he was polite enough, but it felt like a command. Yet I turned and moved to her, took her hand, and led her to the bed. She didn't protest, she recognized my touch. When I did up her hands, she helped, when I spread her legs and did up her ankles, she shivered, but shifted her bottom to move.

When I stood and turned back to him, he was nude. I couldn't help but suck by breath in a gasp. I thought all those jokes about blacks being well hung where just that, jokes. He was. He wasn't absurd like I'd seen in some old 1970's porno flicks, but he was definitely bigger than me, maybe six inches slack, and good knows what when he got hard.

"So, you a fluffer?"

"Excuse me?"

"Some guys who pimp their wives like to get the men hard before the main show begins. So, you want to blow me? You're looking at it like you're hungry."

"No... No!" I felt myself flush in a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

He came over and put an arm around me, "Hey, no harm meant. Me and Charlie, like this is our thing, doing other men's wives. A lot of them, the husbands, they're like closet poofs or sissies. Hell, some of their wives even force them to do it. We don't mind, its all part of the game." He nodded at my wife, bound to the bed, her head twisting, wondering what was going on. "She won't know, and I won't tell a soul. It would ruin our thing if it got out we blabbed about what happened."

"No, really, its not... I'm not..."

"Hey, no sweat, but like help me out anyway, OK. No fag thing, just helping a brother." He had lifted one of my hands and wrapped it around my shaft. "We don't want no limp dick thing for your woman do we?"

His hand guided mine, making it stroke his shaft. I wanted to pull away, but his arm around my shoulder held me tight. I knew I still could, but in a weird way I felt powerless. I hated it, but I did it. Maybe that's what she meant in the car after the first time? It twitched and began to grow in my hand. God it was big.

"You got snodded, and feeling confused and hot, went to the bedside table and got out a bottle we used with the toys sometimes. Nervous, and not entirely sure what to do I went and stood in front of him.

"Go on, get some on your hands... that's it... then rub it up and down the shaft." I did, not quite believing I was stroking another man's cock. "Pull back the foreskin... yeah baby." I jumped away, suddenly realising I was giving him pleasure. He laughed, pummelled my shoulder playfully and moved to the bed. With more grace than the situation deserved he manoeuvred between her legs, making sure he didn't touch her. It struck me he intended to put his cock in without having done anything else.

There was no doubt she was aroused, and from previous conversation I suspected this would be a real thrill for her. At least until she figured out this wasn't who she was expecting. What then?

He held himself up on his legs and one arm, using his free hand to aim. With a fair bit of skill he just slipped the head in.

"Oh god! Oh yeah..." He started sliding in, real slow. Her head was jerking back and fourth, almost meaningless phrases tumbling from her mouth. He kept going, and going.

Suddenly her body went still, stiff even. "But... You can't be! God, its so big! No! No!" She struggled, but he kept sliding in. I tensed, waiting for her key word, ready to jump in and pull him off. It was clear she didn't want this, but at the same time she wasn't telling me that in the one unambiguous way we had. I debated whether to intervene or not, but something held me back.

Then he stopped and she jerked like in pain. "Touch down!" He wasn't all the way in, but maybe he was. With a jerk he lifted up his legs and arm and slammed down on her, with a lift of his hips he pulled back and slammed back in. One hand brutely grabbed a breast, the other twisted her face towards his. An improbably long tongue snaked out of his mouth and pushed into hers. He was hard, brutal. I watched her body jerk and writhe underneath him. Taking a step forward I knew I had to stop this.

Then she came. Her back arched, a moan escaping from around his kiss, that short hard laugh she only did when she was cumming. Oh god, she was cumming. Then he slowed, lifting up and laughing.

"You bastard... you bastard...." Giving her no rest he shifted to a slow gentle rhythm. He became soft, languid, licking and gently stroking her. And so he continued for the next hour, not changing position, just changing style. He ripped four orgasms out of her before I finally heard the door bell ring.

"Hey, that be Charlie. Go let him in, then I'll finish off when he's up."

My breath ragged I turned automatically to the bedroom door. I was halfway down the hall before I realised I'd just done what he said. I was still fully dressed, though I felt hot and bothered, confused. My cock in my trousers ached.

Yet I went and opened the door, stood back and let the guy from the first night in. He grinned, patted me on the shoulder and came in like he owned the place. With glib comments about the house he just started upstairs and I had to hurry to close the door and catch up. By the time I got into the bedroom he was already half out of his cloths.

"So the dude don't fluff, but he's got nice soft hands!" The black leered at me from where he rode my wife.

"Cool. Hey, get some lube." He said it without looking at me. I wanted to turn and stomp away, and I wanted to stay and not miss a second. The black was speeding up, clearly getting close. I got the lube, and walked over towards Charlie.

I tired handing him the bottle, but he looked at me like I was dirt. "Just do me all right? We've got to move fast once he's done." I felt my jaws clench, but poured some oil onto my hands, then moved forward. Not believing myself for the second time that night I touched another man's cock, stroked it, got it hard, made it slick.

With a shout I turned to see the black obviously jetting deep into her, and was stunned to see her arch her back in response. What was that, the fifth time? He jumped up like he'd just gone for a stroll in the park, rather than having run a marathon. The two of them moved into action, quickly shifting around. Both hands got tied up at the same point as did both feet, putting her on her left side. Then Charlie got on the bed behind her, and to my surprise took one side of the mask off, freeing an ear.

He moved one knee out, putting her body at a tilt, then began stroking her body. "So babe, enjoy my little surprise?"

"No... I don't know... it was... I..." She was almost incoherent.

He chuckled, "Relax. So, did you clean out like I asked?"

The black suddenly was behind me, his hands landing on my shoulder. 

"Yes." Her voice was small. I felt punched in the stomach, they'd done more than text. 

He shifted forward, lifting his cock. I was expecting him to point it to her pussy, but with a sudden realisation like a slap to the face, he was pointing further back. "Relax now, just like I told you." He put the tip to her ass, and began to push slightly forward.

"Ahh." She cried out. 

I jerked forward, but the black took firm hold of me. "Let it be. She got a stop word?"

"Yes, but I..."

"This is nothing to do with you. If she wants it to stop, we'll stop." An arm wrapped around me firmly, I struggled, but he was very strong. Then he started unbuttoning my shirt. "Time to get you ready too. Think about it, you're going in there soon."

"No... Ahhh." He'd pushed forward further, but stopped, and bent to kiss her neck.

"Shhh, you're so beautiful. It'll be OK, just relax." A bit more, she tried to pull away, but one of his hands held her hip firm.

"Oh god, stop... stop. Its too much." 

He'd gone still, but I could tell the tip was now in her. Her face was contorted, it obviously hurt, yet she hadn't used her key word. I begged her to do that, instead, after a minute, he slowly pushed in a bit more.

"You know you want it, just take it."

"I don't, I don't, take it out!" Her voice rang with the pain. Her mouth was open, little gasps and moans of clear hurt escaped her.

"Ah, you're doing it because I want it."

"Yes."

"Even better, we like girls who behave. Here, a bit more."

"Ahhh, oh god, stop it."

I struggled again, really wanting to throw these two bastards out. I was held firm, and with some moves worthy of a wrestling match he got my shirt off.

Then thank god Charlie pulled back. But only for a moment, he used his hand to re-guide himself, and slowly pushed back in.

"No... stop it." It sounded like she was crying.

"Relax, it will get better. And the next time will be easier, the time after that easier still. One day I'll find you, push you against a wall, and just shove in. Oh yeah baby, take it."

He pulled back, all the way out again, then shoved right back in. It looked easier that time. "That's it, you're adjusting. Good... good." Half of his cock was in before he pulled out, the next time more, then more. He began a steady rhythm. He was fucking her, fucking her ass. As he did he closed up the mask again, making her deaf once more.

Somehow the black had got my jeans down around my knees, and was pushing them off. "So you ever do her there before?" I shook my head. "How does it feel to watch another man take her cherry?"

"Horrible..."

I suddenly realised I was nude and his cock was rock hard, upright between my cheeks. "You want to change places, be her getting fucked in the ass?"

"No!" I did not, I did not want her there either.

"It can be arranged, she'd never know." He chuckled, but just then Charlie, who'd moved into high speed in her ass, pulled out. I was let go and the two hustled together again. She was lifted, her arms raised up so that the cuffs latched onto a hook on the door. Then Charlie stepped behind her and I was shocked at how he just stuffed his cock up her ass, then started sawing in and out of her. He spanked her as he did.

My wife's head hung, she was crying, moaning. The black stepped up and lifted her head, kissed her deeply. Charlie stepped back, the black moved in. For a moment he rapidly spanked her with this short sharp little slaps that made his ass cheeks raise. They where flaming red. Then he stepped forward and also pushed his cock quickly up inside her.

I was hard, god I was hard. It was all too much. I didn't know if I should get a knife and kill them, run away in horror, or push them out of the way and fuck her myself. Then Charlie came over, a big grin on his face. "She's ready for you man, come on." He led me forward, the black pulled back and I looked down to see her rose bud wide and stretched.

To their encouragement I moved forward, lifted my cock and heard myself groan as I pushed in. It was so different to pussy, warm, very tight, and so very good. I grabbed her hips and started fucking.

Just as I was getting a rhythm I was pulled back. Charlie took my place, then the black. We did her, all three of us, one after the other, spanking and fucking. She hung there limply, taking it. God it was horrible. Then the black came, then I did and as I collapsed on the bed, Charlie with a shout sunk deep inside her.

I took ragged breaths, and watched as they quickly dressed, kissed and spanked her, then left. She hung there, limp but standing, used. I loved her so much, and maybe hated her just a little too. Yet she needed me. I stood, trembling, and got her arms down, took off the mask, went to kiss her.

She pulled away, and just turned into our ensuite. The shower turned on. It kept going for a long, long time. I think she was crying, yet the door was closed and locked. I went to the other bathroom and cleaned up. Went back to our room and turned down the lights, then waiting. I waited a long time, but finally she came out. Her soft footsteps moved across the room in the deep dark. Her body slid onto the bed, underneath our deep heavy duvet, and to my relief curled up against mine.

"Don't talk, don't say a word. It was too much, I want it to be a dream. I don't even know how many of them there were. God." She went silent on that, and somehow, we slowly drifted off to sleep.



The Experiment Ch. 02



Dear Reader – You must read "The Experiment – Part 1" – to know the unfolding situation, and what has happened up to where this part picks up.

I woke with my motor going a thousand miles an hour. I had lots to do to get into my new job. I was out of the house before any one else was up and at work when the place was practically empty. I found a dolly and moved the boxes up to my new office. I'd just finished when Jim arrived – he was also an early riser and for just this once I'd beaten him in. Of course, I had all this other new-found energy surging through my system too, but I didn't explain that to him.

He called me in immediately and was halfway through loading up my plate when Louise joined us. The two of us left his office ten minutes later with a week's work to do in a day. She allowed as how this was always the case.

I started on a couple of pieces of delicate correspondence from the company to some important customers and other stakeholders in our business. After that I started preparing a statement of work for an international technology conference Jim wanted to host in town. Louise routed me to some conference coordinators. I then met some of the other staff – people I'd know about but had not had the time to meet and talk with personally. All rolled their eyes at what a taskmaster Jim was – a man not easily pleased.

Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon I wolfed down half a sandwich and a coke. I then made about thirty telephone calls starting to move some of Jim's ideas and projects forward. By the end of the day, I was also adding some of my own spin and ingenuity into the projects. I finally made it out the door about 8:00 p.m. At least there was no traffic going home.

Trish greeted me with a glass of wine, a lovely smile and kiss, and a "how was your day?" discussion. I quickly kissed the kids goodnight; they were almost asleep anyway. Trish then warmed up my dinner and we talked about Jim and the new job. Finally, I asked what she'd been up to, apologizing for monopolizing the discussion.

She allowed as how they'd had a crisis come up yesterday and so no one had taken any time off until the end of the day when the software bug had been found, fixed and updates issued to all clients. Last night we remembered well.

Today, she said, was a little more relaxed and back to the usual. She said, "John and I went out to lunch." I said, "Oh, really! And what else might I be interested in knowing about this lunch?" 

"Well, John and I took some sandwiches up to the reservoir and ate up there."

"And were you two alone or were there others up there too?"

"It was initially crowded. So we decided to take a walk after we ate" she said. "We followed a trail about 300 yards in to a little cove. There was the big old dead tree there. And, well ..."

"And, well, what?" I said.

"Well, John took me from the back while I bent over the tree. It was exciting and daring. We both kept wondering whether anyone would come around the corner and catch us."

"And, ...?" I asked.

"Well, it was a very com-fort-a-ble orgasm," she said with a big smile – putting emphasis on every syllable. "Also, he used a rubber so I didn't have to slosh around work all the afternoon."

I, of course, felt a stab of pain in my gut, but I hid it well. I expressed my congratulations for the event and said that I wished I could have been there for sloppy seconds or thirds. Trish came over and sat in my lap. "You're so understanding," she said. I was rewarded with a big kiss, and then her yummy tongue.

I said, "Well, just keep me informed. I like to bask in your orgasms even though they happen 20 miles and eight hours away from when I wish I'd been there to help. I'll catch up some time later." We both giggled and I felt better and closer to her. I kept silently repeating my mantra about making my own happiness.

We closed up the house, went upstairs and made passionate love before we both fell asleep exhausted. I can't remember if I even dreamed that night.

###

The next day at lunch I had a real surprise. Loren arrived at my new office dressed to the nines. She looked like a million dollars and like she'd stepped off the front page of Vogue magazine. She was in high fashion, with tasteful makeup. 

Of course, she wasn't my wife and this fact was not lost on Louise, who came to my office door to announce Loren's arrival. I was "wowed" by Loren's beauty, gorgeous hair and make up, the summer frock she had on, her high heels, and whispered to her how great it was that she came by. She wanted me to "take her to lunch and anything else that seemed appropriate.' Fortunately, Jim was out for a long lunch so I didn't need to feel guilty for cutting out for a while. I took Loren across the street to the upscale seafood restaurant. Louise anticipated my need and called ahead for a private booth.

When we arrived, heads turned. Loren was a knock out – the dark glasses helped - and she knew it, but didn't flaunt it. Instead, she was totally focused on me. I tried to be focused on her, but I knew that some of the other folks from the company were there and it was nice to be seen with such a stunning individual – who was very focused on me in a touchy-feely way. I pretended like this was a usual event that no one had ever noticed before. Where was this woman when I was in college? High school?

Loren doted on me through a light lunch of soup and salad. We touched constantly, held hands between courses. We both knew this was a role she was playing, and I took advantage of it to full effect. The rest of the restaurant was the audience. I was especially pleased since I probably had a reputation as sort of super nerd in some quarters. This might broaden what folks thought about me anyway. 

After lunch, I knew I had to get back to work. Loren and I walked around the little square in front of the building. It was a lovely day with the first hint of fall in the air. Loren hung on my arm telling me how she wished she could sit down right here on the square and have me drive my tongue into her pussy. She allowed as to how she had shaved her pussy last night so that I might have unrestricted access to all the little folds of skin that she had. She described, in details that were torturing me, how she liked to be licked to orgasm, and how she would then liked to have my dick plunge into her cunt. 

We kept walking except I was having a more and more difficult time not embarrassing myself due to the growing tent in my pants.

When we got back in front of my building, Loren pasted herself against me for a goodbye kiss and to thank me for lunch. It was a smoldering kiss that lasted a minute and had lots of tongue going along with it. Afterwards, she turned abruptly and said "See ya!" over her shoulder and walked away in sexy way. I reluctantly turned and walked back into the building. I did spot a few faces glued to some upper floor windows that had watched the whole exchange.

Louise gave me an arched eyebrow as I walked back in with a Cheshire cat grin. "Old family friend," I said. Louise said, "Yea, I bet." We both laughed. 

I got a call about 6:00 pm from Trish asking when I'd be home. I told her about 7:00 pm. She said, "Oh good. We'll count on it." That sounded like she had a plan, but I was too busy to pursue the matter as I tried to wrap up a few more things.

I pulled into the driveway at 7:10 pm. Trish's car was gone, but John's car was parked in the street. I wondered what was up. I thought they might have gone out for dinner. 

As I walked through the door, Loren wrapped herself around my new executive body as she called it, and picked up with a kiss where her end of lunchtime kiss had left off. She was very naked except for the stiletto heels that she'd worn when she met me for lunch. This was one high charged, sexual situation.

In thirty seconds she had my cock out of my pants and down her throat. In another ninety seconds, I was pumping in and out of her newly shaved cunt with a rock hard missile – pants around my ankles. In a further ninety seconds I felt her interior muscles start to milk my cock. She rocked her hips in a move sure to bring a rapid conclusion to our tryst. We both came seconds after that – tongues deep into each other's mouths and arms in deep embraces. We collapsed into each other's shoulders on the sofa.

After our panting subsided, I said, "Now THAT's what I call a home cuming." We snuggled into each other – still coupled together. 

"Now, what is this arrangement," I asked.

"John and Trish took the kids out for ice cream and a romp in the park. We have until 7:45 before they come back. I am your welcome home surprise since they got to screw at lunch yesterday. Trish thought you needed some type of 'surprise' and I volunteered. I was sort of wired to do a quickie at lunch, but then I realized that there was really no where to go, so I just cranked you up a bit."

"Yes, you did," I allowed.

She went on, "When I told Trish about our lunch, she set up this evening's outing and I sat around here horny and naked awaiting your arrival."

I checked my watch. "We still have twenty minutes. Grab your clothes and come with me."

I led Loren down the hall to the media room where I pulled the shades to afford us some privacy from neighbors walking by. I stripped as Loren sat in the big overstuffed chair. I got down on my knees and started to lick and tease her damp pussy. Without her pubic hair, I could see the details where I wanted to put my tongue to pleasure her.

In seconds, she closed her eyes and started to focus on the pleasure points that my tongue and fingers were hitting. I discovered that I could actually feel her G-spot with my middle finger; the texture of her internal skin was just slightly different from the rest of her vagina. As I started to stroke that area, she started gasping and making "Yes, oh yes, oh don't stop, ..." statements. I didn't stop. 

As I stroked the G-spot, my tongue kept its focus on the tiny nub of skin usually hidden by the lips of her labia. On no uncertain terms, I was hitting all the right places on this woman. In a few more minutes, she pulled me up, sucked on my cock for a minute until I was sufficiently hard and then stretched out in the oversized chair so I could penetrate her again. This time she was really lubricated and so I slid all the way into her on the first thrust. 

We pumped slowly for a minute and then both of us felt the need to quicken our pace. I braced my feet and arms so that I could pump faster into her body. She wrapped her legs around my back and was using them to pull me forward so that I slammed into her mid-section as I made my in thrusts. The house was filled with the rapid slapping sound of our bodies coming together.

All the sensations were perfect for the two of us. We lasted two more minutes of intense fucking and then again I felt her cunt muscles start to clench and milk my penis. She changed her rhythm slightly so that she was rotating her hips in some kind of new milking move again. We both exploded in harmony with one another; then she allowed me to sag into her and we cuddled for a few moments..

"That was phenomenal," I allowed. Loren agreed. 

I checked the clock and it said 7:45. "We'd better get dressed. The crew will return any second." 

We went into over drive dressing. I dashed upstairs with my clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When I came down, Loren was just finishing the adjustments on her summer frock that had so wowed everyone where I worked. I came up behind her and nuzzled into her neck. She turned and we both kissed deeply. With her spike heels on she was just the right height.

"I could get really used to you," I said. We kissed on that note, and then we heard the car pulling into the garage. Trish gave a light honk on the horn to be sure that we hadn't missed their arrival. Everyone piled in the door and we welcomed everyone. 

I took the kids upstairs and got them ready for bed, even including a short ghost story. Their eyes got heavier and heavier, and I droned on and on with the story until first one and then the other was out like a light. I trimmed the nightlight and went back downstairs.

This time, John was sitting alone in the chair; Trish and Loren were arm in arm together on the couch.

Trish asked me, "Did you like you welcome home gift?"

"Of course. Why did we stop doing that? It was fun. We actually got two in you know – or rather I got in twice, or, well ... whatever."

"Well for one," she interrupted, "you got me pregnant twice and I think you just put both reasons why I don't greet you that way to bed. When you usually get home they're up and about and might wonder what Mommy and Daddy are doing to each other if I was welcoming you home 'nek-ked'. And," she went on, "you must have both been really horny to get in two complete fucks in half an hour!"

Loren said, "We were. We were!" as she jumped up with glee. Loren explained about how she had left me at lunch after teasing me incessantly from arrival to departure. She also allowed that she seldom dressed this way, although it was fun for a change. Thus, the stage was set for my arrival home to my 'surprise.'

Loren said, "I'm still horny you know," and walked over to John. She leaned down and planted a withering kiss on his upturned lips. He started to stroke up and down her legs with one arm as she bent over in front of him. Each stroke went a little higher. Suddenly, she straightened her legs in a gesture clearly giving him greater access to her pussy. 

Trish came over to me and immediately started stroking my lap. At first I wasn't sure I'd respond so soon after Loren and I had had two fucks in rapid succession – an unusual event for me. Soon, though, I felt a familiar stirring in my groin, helped in part by our being voyeurs to the seduction process going on between Loren and John.

Loren hiked up her dress and straddled John's lap; she was smothering him with kisses. John unbuttoned the top of the dress and exposed Loren's flimsy bra. He started blowing on her breasts through the bra and she started to show her nipples through the material.

Loren stood and pulled the dress off her body. Again, as she had with me, she kept on the black patent leather spike heels. The bra disappeared, as did her thong. John simultaneously shed his clothing. 

Loren then knelt in front of John and sucked his growing cock into her delicate mouth with a loud slurping sound. John moaned as the sudden and intense feeling of arousal. 

While this was going on, Trish had exposed me and lowered her mouth to my somewhat wilted rod. "Hummmmmmm!" she said as she easily swallowed the entire digit into her mouth. I could feel the stiffening happen as she kept working towards her goal. In two minutes, I was sufficiently hard for sexual action. We both shed our clothing as we watched Loren continuing to suck on John stiff penis, occasionally making the entire rod disappear.

Trish commented that I tasted like a wonderful mix of cock and pussy. She said, "I've never tasted pussy before. Now I see what a treat it is." Upon this observation, she rose and left me to kneel behind Loren. She pulled Loren up and forced her legs apart so she could maneuver her head between Loren's legs so her tongue could reach her pussy.

Trish started lapping. Loren started moaning. John was in tears of desire at the scene unfolding in front of him. I was slowly masturbating to the scene, looking for an orifice to plunge into.

After some readjustments, Trish ended on her knees behind Loren lapping at Loren's newly shaved pubic area. She was clearly touching places that only a woman would know about for Loren was rapidly being transported towards another orgasm by the sensitive touches.

I approached Trish from the back and, after rubbing my prick around her labia to pick up some lubrication; I slowly inserted my length into her cunt. She moaned into Loren's pussy. Loren moaned into John's cock. John announced he was cuming and in seconds his head snapped back and he started to fill Loren's mouth with his jizz. Loren let some of his ejaculate shoot onto her neck and breasts as she rose to savor his delivery. 

Trish leaned into Loren and with tongue extended, French kissed the woman. Loren and Trish held each other, both smearing John's cum onto their bodies. Both then turned to me. I was reclining on the carpet, but in seconds they both were licking and sucking on my member. Then Loren rose and positioned herself over my face while Trish inserted me into her vagina.

We started what turned out to be a long session of fucking and sucking. I brought Loren to another climax - tasting my own cum for the first time in the cream pie she held within. Meanwhile, Trish rose and fell on my cock. She was stroking Loren's breasts and neck with her hands and kissing Loren's lips with tongue extended. 

John hardened up after a few minutes of rest. He knelt behind my head and pushed Loren over towards Trish. I watched as he drove his cock into Loren's now dripping cunt. He started plunging back and forth into her body only six inches from my face. That was sufficient stimuli for me to buck my hips and trigger a joint orgasm with Trish.

I tried to keep my tongue on Loren's clitoris, but the motion of the two bodies above me made it impossible to maintain contact let alone aim at a small target. I just lay back and enjoyed my intimate view of the copulating couple.

Trish just continued to stroke Loren's back and hair and hold her as John plundered into her body from behind. Loren started moaning, "Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea, oh yea! Oh fuck. Oh yea!" until she clutched Trish and my lower body to her as she grabbed anything for support as she crested. John reached his apex only seconds later. I could watch the pulsing of his sack and cock into Loren's body as he came. He withdrew and flopped down beside all of us. We all grinned at each other as we stroked one another with great affection.

We were all sticky and a glow with each other's fluids and sweat from our efforts. What an evening to remember.

###

Friday finally arrived. I was so looking forward to the weekend and a chance to center myself and put some order into all the events of the week – my mind-blowing sexual week!

At work, Jim sent me out to get two bottles of wine so we could celebrate the end of my first week working with him. He explained that the previous company President had often held a similar 'wine tasting' on Friday evenings and he liked the tradition. "Besides," he said, "we need to do something while rush hour traffic thins." Thus started a new tradition in the division where an inner-circle formed with Friday after-work drop-ins to have a glass of wine. (The tradition was still going when I left four years later.)

I was on a huge high from work as well as from the sexual stimulation of the week – the latter unknown at the company, of course. There was passing mention of the mystery woman that I'd had lunch with on Wednesday, but I just smiled and reaffirmed that she was an "old friend." Jim just arched his eyebrows! The wine at our after-work party slid down easily and was most relaxing. I made sure not to imbibe too much as I had to drive home.

I called just as I was leaving the office. Trish said that John was stopping by for drinks and dinner. I said, "I'm on my way. Be there in a half hour." My mind went into what I called jumble mode trying to figure out what the evening might hold. Again, I felt the conflicting emotions wrapped up with our sexual romps – happiness and angst, complicated by the elation at the promotion and being on the "inner circle".

All was prim and proper when I arrived. The kids were watching television and Trish and John were sharing a bottle of wine in the kitchen. I joined them, telling them about the new "tradition" of a Friday after-work wine that Jim had just started and talking about the "inner circle". Our conversation went everywhere. Later, I took the kids up and gave them baths and stories, and almost fell asleep with them. They were fast asleep as I revived and changed into some casual clothes and went downstairs for some dinner.




The Experiment Ch. 02



I caught the tail end of dinner in the kitchen – much less formal that several nights earlier. After I'd finished we all went into the media room and sat on the couch with Trish in the middle. I dimmed the lights and turned on the TV, but it was really an excuse for all of us to be together.

In a few minutes both John and I started to stroke Trish's arms and the exposed skin of her legs. Both of us then started to caress he neck, lick her ears, and then feel her breasts through her top. She was basking in the undivided attention from the two of us.

There was no rush. We went slowly, but there was no doubt where we were headed.

After enjoying being the object of our attention, Trish started to knead our thighs with her hands. Soon she moved higher until she was rubbing both of our cocks through our clothing. We tented up rather quickly.

We lifted her top and removed her bra. John then sucked on her left tit and I on her right. We were taking our time, moving slowly towards a threesome with Trish and the two of us. 

Trish stopped us at one point and said she'd be right back. She left and went up to our bedroom. When she returned, she was in a light robe and a two-piece pajama set. She reclaimed the spot on the couch between us, leaning over and kissing me and then turning and kissing John. 

Now we both took turns French-kissing her, alternately tasting each other as we did so. I recalled a wild make-out session in high school when I'd had that same tasting sensation – two of us were trying to score with a gal named Laurel, but we didn't get past third base.

As we kissed we again started stroking Trish's breasts and sucking on them through the flimsy material of her pajamas. Soon, the top came off and we had direct access. 

I dropped down on the floor and pulled Trish's pajama pants off. Now she was nude before the two of us. I parted her legs and moved into her labia with my tongue at the ready. She moaned into John as I made first contact with her clitoris. 

John alternately suckled on her breasts and upper body, and engaged her in deep kisses – all with his tongue. I was romancing her cunt – truly making love to her beautiful and most wonderful tasting pussy. 

I started to penetrate her with my fingers, quickly locating her G-spot as I did so. Her moans became deeper and one hand kept pulling my head into her so that I emphasized contact with her area.

We kept this up for a long time, perhaps 30 minutes. Then Trish announced, "I need cock – lots and lots of cock. Cock from you," as she pointed at me, "and cock from you", as she kissed John again. "Right now." John and I stood and lost our clothes.

We started to reposition, but them Trish got up and, much to our surprise, pulled a large, white and furry comforter from behind the couch. She spread it on the floor. It was heavenly to feel the fur against our skin.

Trish lay down in the middle of the floor, nestled into the fur, and gestured to the two of us to join her. I gestured to John that he should go first. He needed no further invitation. He moved between her legs, holding his erect cock, aimed at her vagina and slipped into her in one smooth move. Trish moaned and arched her body to meet his initial thrusts. 

I moved forward to suck on her breasts and to kiss and make love to her upper body. John quickened his pace slowly, but in only a few moments it was clear he was a man with mission. He was driving into her body with great intent. I pulled away, but still cradled Trish's head in my arms, as John drove to climax. A few seconds later he announced, "I'm cuming," arched his back and made six decisive thrusts into Trish's vagina. 

Trish moaned and met his thrusts as she too had her first orgasm of the night. 

The two of them nuzzled for a moment and then Trish reached over and grabbed my cock. "I need you, in me, right now!" she said. I pulled her over on top of me so I could caress and suck on her erect breasts some more. I could tell that they had made a connection straight to her clitoris that night, probably from all of the attention we were giving her.

I slide into her pre-moistened cunt. John had left her well lubricated. The two of us started bucking into one another and she started to rotate her hips in her thrusts in a way that was providing a high degree of stimulation to me. I was certainly a rod of titanium steel watching and participating in our group episode. Trish was sexed up more than perhaps I'd ever seen her, even in the past week or so.

John lay beside us, stroking his cock and occasionally reaching over and stroking Trish in some erotic place or another. At one point, he leaned over her and kissed her deeply as she rode me. She pulled him up and pulled his cock into her mouth and started sucking. How erotic watching her suck him while riding me. Watching that I lost control and blew my load deep into her, pumping an unusually large load atop John's cum. She was now awash in cum and it started to drip from her pussy down over my hard cock that was still resident in her warm home.

By this time, John was moving his hips so his cock moved in and out of Trish's mouth in small motions. She held onto the base and was masturbating him by hand as she sucked. I remained implanted in her cunt – pumping slowly to try to find a little stimulation in that moist bucket.

I told John to fuck the mouth of our slut. To cum in buckets in her mouth the same way we both had in her cunt. I suggested that he hold her head so she had to swallow his cum and told him anytime would be a good time to shoot off.

I kept up my dirty talk to him as she sucked him deeper into her mouth and throat. Finally, he groaned and announced his orgasm. Trish pulled back from him, but only slightly. I could watch as his ejaculate shoot across an inch or two from his glistening cock into her mouth. She let her mouth fill and then swallowed with a seductive smile to both of us. 

"A girl could used to this kind of treatment," she offered. John collapsed back down on the fur spread with a huge sigh. "A guy could too," he said. I agreed. 

Trish rolled off me onto her back and told me I had to go and get a washcloth from the laundry. I dashed out of the room and returned in a minute with towels and hot washcloths for each of us. We scrubbed up. Trish held the cloth to her crotch and disappeared into the power room to deposit the excess cum. When she returned she had her robe back on to indicate that our sex party was over for the evening. John dressed and I slipped my shorts and t-shirt back on. They kissed goodnight and John drove away a few minutes later. Trish and I headed to bed after cleaning up the media room.

Upstairs, Trish pushed me onto the bed and started to pull my pants down. "I'm not finished with you yet," she said. She inhaled my flaccid penis and started to masturbate the part of my unit that wasn't in her mouth. Thinking of all we'd just done downstairs not to mention her immediate work on my dick, I hardened up – at least sufficiently for her to remount me and start a nice slow and loving fuck. 

We described our love for each other and then moved to pointing out highlights and remembrances of the night and the week to each other. This accelerated both our libidos and soon our pace had picked up. I lasted longer than usual and we both had exceptional orgasms – mine had lots of stars and lights. We cuddled as we went to sleep.

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John was a way for the weekend and then had to travel for the following week. I called Loren on Saturday, but she had a family dinner that night. She said she'd be by on Monday after work and join us for dinner. Trish was an exceptionally affectionate person all weekend. We touched and kissed a lot, often at her instigation. We spread it around to the kids who luxuriated in knowing that they were loved and appreciated. We had lots of laughs and games. Those nights Trish and I had our own games after we went to bed.

Monday morning I was at work early and in only an hour felt like I stepped into a blender going a thousand miles an hour. By 6:30 pm I was wiped out, but had made some headway on several projects as well as received some compliments about my work from Jim – my tough as nails boss who trucked no bullshit. One thing I noticed is that many of the other senior managers started to call me before they had meetings with Jim to find out what kind of a mood he was in or what his hot buttons of the day were. Since these execs were still several ranks above me, I felt empowered and more of a peer with them. I enjoyed the privilege, knowing that it would evaporate when I moved on from the position. One thing bothered me about the division was that we had to long-term plan. We did annual budgeting for a two-year look ahead, but had no specific plans for which customers we wanted to go after, which markets, how we planned to use technology or additional human resources. I mentioned this to Jim several weeks later and he just nodded and said he'd noticed the same thing.

By the time I got home on Monday the kids had been fed. Trish and Loren each had a very content child in their laps that was being read to. I kissed all four of them and then went and poured myself and the other two adults some wine. A few minutes later the crew trooped through the house, kids on piggyback, and headed to bed. I joined the crew upstairs and we made a major production out of tucking each child in and having each adult tell a short story and kiss each of the two girls goodnight. Then the three off us went downstairs to have dinner.

Trish had started some chicken cooking before I got home, so while she finished up the main course, Loren and I prepared some side dished and a salad. In ten minutes, we sat down to eat. 

We had a comfortable give and take conversation about our jobs and then got on long-term goals. Loren confided that she would love to find someone to have a permanent life-long relationship with, citing Trish and I as her role models. We both told her that we'd try to keep her bucket full in the meantime and that she was welcome to think of us that way if it helped. 

After dinner we all got touchy-feely in the kitchen as we cleaned up. Without stating so, each of us signaled to the others that they wanted some intimate loving. Once we were all in agreement, Trish excused herself and went to get "more comfortable." I was already in shorts and a sport shirt. Loren was still in her slacks and blouse from work. 

I pulled Loren into the media room. I unfurled Trish's furry down comforter to show her our new bed for fucking. She was impressed with the addition. We were kissing tenderly on the couch and making loving sounds at one another when Trish came and joined us. She just snuggled right in to the two of us as natural as ever – kissing both of us with long lingering, sensuous embraces that raised our temperatures. After a few minutes, Loren said she wanted to rid herself of her work clothes and so she seductively stripped as Trish and I watched, laying the clothes carefully over the back of my desk chair. When she was nude, she pulled Trish up and peeled her robe from her shoulders. Trish was naked underneath. Loren put her head down and started sucking on Trish's breasts. Trish just put her head back in total surrender to the erotic feelings starting to surround her body.

I rose and also shed my clothing. I then came up behind Trish and supported her as Loren continued her ministrations to the front of her body. Loren took advantage of the situation and ran her tongue in widening swathes down Trish's body, making forays down her thighs but avoiding her pubic area for now.

After a minute or two, I pulled Trish on top of me as I sat down on the couch. Trish was openly exposed to Loren who then knelt in front of Trish and now focused on her entire pussy area. I watched over Trish's shoulder and stroked her breasts in an erotic way.

After a few moments of watching, my cock was rock hard but smothered by Trish's body. I squirmed out from beneath Trish as Loren continued to plunge her tongue into her body. Trish was in her total enjoyment mode – head back, one hand caressing her own breasts to add stimulation, and the other hand guiding Loren's head.

I came around behind Loren and pulled her hips up so she was better positioned for my penetration. I worked my cock into her pussy and started a slow grind back and forth. Loren moaned from within Trish's cunt and made small welcoming motions with her body. I was not in a rush; in fact I wanted the feelings and emotions of happiness and love that we all were sharing to last as long as possible. 

I reached around and started to massage Loren's pendulous breasts that were swaying with my in and out motions into her pussy. I was rewarded with the extensions of her nipples as I worked, showing how stimulated she was with the proceedings. Occasionally, she would bend around and allow me to kiss her from the side – letting me taste my wife on her lips as well as express my love and affection for her.

After a few moments, Loren shifted around so she was next to Trish on the couch. The two of them held their legs up and wrapped their upper bodies together in hugs of mutual adoration. I repositioned and started making ten or so thrusts into one woman before sliding sideways on the furry floor cover to the other woman, where I would repeat the process – thrusting ten or so times into her body. 

The women started to caress each other's breasts, leaning down to suckle on the nipples and lick the surrounding areas. They took turns depending on who I was fucking at the time. When I was stroking in and out of Loren, Trish would be sucking on her breasts. When I moved to fuck Trish, Loren moved over to suck on her. The whole situation was exceptionally erotic. 

In a few moments I asked where I should come. Trish told me I should definitely make Loren the focus of the evening, since she was our guest. Loren said Trish, but I put my focus on getting the timing right so I would cum in Loren's cunt. In one more rotation through the women, I just continued stroking faster and faster in and out of Loren as she exposed herself fully to me on the couch. I felt her cuntal muscles send ripples up and down my cock and that was all it took; I exploded into her, sending my love fluids deep into her body. 

Lest we forget Trish, after coming down from our orgasmic highs, Loren dropped to the floor in front of Trish and again started to lick and suck, this time plunging three fingers into her cunt in rough action. I watched as I hardened again; stroking myself to accelerate the process. I could tell Trish was near but was holding back for some reason.

In a few minutes I moved into position and displaced Loren. I started cunnilingus on my wife, using my fingers to extend the stimulation. Loren dropped to the floor between the couch and me and inhaled by cock into her mouth. She proceeded to give me a wet blowjob – I was already moist from fucking her, plus she was using lots of spit and saliva to help lubricate the mouth-cock connection. 

In a few minutes I was really hard; Loren took hold of my dick and led it back to the entrance to Trish's vagina. In one thrust I impaled my wife. She moaned. Loren moved up and kissed her and sucked on her breasts. I got about a dozen strokes in before Trish climaxed, throwing her head from side to side as she relished the delight of orgasmic waves that washed over her.

I stopped stroking and focused on kissing her and bringing her back to the "now" with Loren and me. Trish shot me a smile of contentment as she snuggled into Loren's hug. Both of them sank off the couch onto the furry down comforter. After dimming the lights, I pulled pillows down for the three of us. I spooned in behind Loren inserting myself into her wet pussy. We had a nice little fuck until I had another orgasm. Trish leaned over Loren and kissed me goodnight. We pulled another blanket over the three of us and drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday morning found me a little stiff from sleeping on the floor all night. I was very satisfied and well loved. I kissed the women into a groggy state of consciousness and then got up, slipping into my shorts and going upstairs to shave and shower. I did hear Loren mumble something about having to go home and change her outfit; Trish told her not to worry that she could outfit her from her wardrobe. They both pretended to go back to sleep cuddled against one another. I grabbed a fast shower, shaved and was into my pin stripes before the women were really up and about. Both headed into the master bedroom as I headed downstairs with the two kids in tow. They were bright eyed and bushy tailed, and overtly pleased that Loren had had a sleepover. The first of many I secretly hoped.

I had everyone dressed and fed by the time Trish and Loren appeared. I made Loren promise to come back that evening, kissed everyone goodbye and started my commute back to the blender. 

Loren stayed the rest of the week with us, making only one trip back to her apartment to drop off and pick up some clothing and her mail. Each day she'd be off to her work too. We had a lovely commune based at our house for the week and I loved being the providing male of our small group. We made love to each other every night and slept together cuddled in our big bed. It was a unique experience never to quite again repeat itself in the same way. 

To be continued



The Experiment Ch. 02



(The story so far...Chloe is a student nurse who is looking to earn some extra cash. A relatively inexperienced young woman she has submitted her application to become part of a scientific research program under the guidance of a world leader in biology. The following is not strictly speaking erotic so please keep this in mind...the hopefully good stuff is coming...)

*

At 7.45am the next morning Chloe's mobile phone buzzed, waking the sleeping student and ending what had been a very vivid dream. Rubbing her eyes she reached for the phone, hitting the right button to stop the increasingly annoying sound. Chloe's reverie was gone now, and although her dream was still much to the forefront of her mind, she had to focus on the display of her cell. 

There was an SMS recorded on the screen, and scrolling through the options she finally found the correct key sequence to open the message. It was short and to the point, and read as follows: 

"back in 2days...off wth new bf....Mel" 

Chloe looked over to the rumpled yet vacant bed of her dorm mate Melinda, and could see it hadn't been slept in all night. Obviously the oversexed and under-achieving drama student that Chloe shared the room with was off bed-hopping with some guy who shared Melinda's appetite for screwing, partying and doing not much else. Chloe didn't really care; it was a free world and hell if you can't enjoy the good life at university then there weren't too many other places or times when you could. Still, it was a little depressing to be alone in the morning and not to be able to share her dream.

Chloe threw back the blanket and bed sheet that had covered her during the night. The memory of the dream was still damned strong. Disturbing too, but not in a bad way. Flicking her blond hair away from her eyes Chloe took stock of the situation, then lay back and tried to recall the greater details of her dream. 

She recalled vague memories that were like wisps of smoke; disappearing as she tried to mentally grab the, She briefly recalled unconscious sensations in her tummy, and there was a fragmentary moment of recognition that there'd been a man in her dream. Musing on this thought Chloe also remembered that she'd felt constricted, trapped in her dream, but not so bad as to hurt or scare her. "Must have watched too many scary movies." Chloe said rhetorically to the empty bed of her dorm mate. 

The second year nursing student would have loved to have spent more time in bed, picking at the strands of her unconscious memories. The bed was warm and with no one else in the room it was very seductive to be utterly lazy. No one was telling her to rise and shine, like her mother used to do when Chloe was still at high school. She wasn't that hungry as she usually only had fruit and yoghurt for breakfast and like most girls on campus tried to keep slim so as to meet both peer expectations and maybe catch the eye of some handsome post-grad guy. But it was a new day and she had a lecture to attend in a few hours. So putting aside the fantasies of last night, Chloe Jones got herself ready for another day's university life. 

Padding barefoot across the carpeted floor of her dorm room Chloe first went to her closet where she selected a simple summery dress for today. It was mostly white, but at the bottom of the skirt hem there was a band of pink. Other girls seemed to wear anything and everything, from jeans and t-shirts to old army shirts and shorts through to pastel coloured pants and stomach revealing tops. Getting dressed was like playing 100 questions! However Chloe wasn't too obsessed with wearing what was de rigeur for the usual university student, and after all when she became a qualified nurse she'd have to wear some kind of uniform. So on this particularly warm day she felt that a feminine slightly plain summery dress was her preferred option. 

Next Chloe went to her dresser where she found a clean thong that wasn't going to show through her dress, a white bra and a thin purple barrette for her hair. Whilst her honey blond locks weren't that long, Chloe found it easier when she was taking notes in lectures or going through practical lessons in the mock-ward of the nursing faculty to wear a barrette to make sure her hair didn't fall into her eyes. The barrette also had a sentimental value for her, as she'd worn it on the first date she'd had with her now ex-boyfriend Alan. So it was put with her clothes and was going to form an integral part of Chloe's look for the day. 

Having selected her clothes Chloe pulled on her robe, grabbed her toiletries and towel, and went outside into the hallway of her dorm. The women's bathroom was at the eastern end of the corridor, the men's to the west. Thankfully the separation of facilities plus the proximity of her room to the girls' shower meant that Chloe didn't have to put up with any ribald b-s from any of the guys. They weren't a bad bunch and most of the boys were usually either not up at this time because they'd been at a kegger the night before or were at practice (depending on the season that could be anything from football to wrestling to swimming). This morning was no exception, and so Chloe had the luxury of a quiet walk to the bathroom. 

After taking a pee and having a shower, including a long relaxing shampoo and condition, drying herself and exiting the women's bathroom, Chloe went back to her room. Her lecture wasn't scheduled until 10 am, so she had plenty of time to change into her dress, grab something to eat from the cafeteria across the way from the dorms and walk over to the teaching halls, which were about 15 minutes away. Opening the window curtains bathed the room in a pale glow of yellow, the sun only now hitting the glass with the beginnings of a force expected for a mid-summer's day. No one could see into her room thank goodness, so Chloe stripped down out of her robe and wet towel. A cursory look at herself in the mirror made Chloe smile. "Not bad Miss Jones...not bad at all. If only you knew what you were missing boys!" she giggled to herself. Then with a minimum of fuss she dressed in the panties, bra, summer dress and barrette she had laid out for herself before her shower. 

"Wait a minute...Professor Dalkeith!" Chloe said to herself. She remembered that last night she'd submitted her application for the research work that would hopefully pay for her university expenses. Was it too early to see if he'd at least acknowledged its receipt? "Okay, I'll skip breakfast...and still make my lecture if I hurry" Chloe said and then turned to her PC. A few minutes later as she made herself comfy at her desk the PC was powered up and connecting to the university's intranet. With two or three mouse clicks her online profile and message files were accessible, and there with some surprise for Chloe was a new email. Dated today and filed at 2.27 am it was from Professor Dalkeith. Chloe hit the 'open message' button and read; 

Dear Miss Jones 

Thank you for your application to assist me with my research on cross-hybrid mitosis genetic manipulation and stem cell resilience. I have reviewed your profile and would like you to come to my lab at 11.30 am for some initial questions regarding your participation in my research. At that time I will be happy to discuss arranging the payments as outlined in my online notice, but please be aware the first meeting we have may be rather frank and at times personal. If you have any questions or issues please don't hesitate to call me on my extension before the appointed time. The same goes for any reason if you are unwilling to go ahead with the work. If all is acceptable then I look forward to meeting with you at my lab, Room 101 West Wing, Ripley Biology Block. 

Regards 

Professor Andrew Dalkieth 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Chloe chirped happily. Last night she was unsure if she stood a chance. Maybe her pessimism developed from years of not quite having things the way she wanted was unwarranted; she was going to score some serious money for what seemed like a fairly simple research survey. Plus who knew; maybe the professor would assist with getting some additional academic credits for her work with him. Chloe wondered how personal the questions Professor Dalkeith may ask, but she put aside her small worries by remembering the dollars she could get from the session. Now her mood was as sunny as the day outside, and so Chloe wasn't motivated to go to her lecture. Checking the lecture timetable on her web browser bookmarks she saw that it was on the federal/provincial financial modelling of the Canadian health system. Stifling a mock-yawn Chloe couldn't help but think how boring that sounded. "I think I'll pass on that opportunity and get ready for the professor." Chloe decided there and then to forgo the 60 minutes sitting in the lecture theatre being numbed with facts and figures about something she cared nothing for. Instead she typed up a quick SMS to a friend who was far more diligent asking her to take notes, and then went back to browsing more of the same site for Professor Dalkeith she saw last night. 

Looking again at the homepage Chloe tried to make sense of some of the academic references cited at the bottom of the site. There was a note that said he had been attached to the USAAF Medical Division based at Nellis Air Force Base in 2006. There was also a link (which when Chloe clicked on it said 'access prohibited to non-accredited users') to the Royal Canadian Air Force's R&D unit. Putting aside this probably irrelevant stuff to what she was going to be talking to the professor about, Chloe couldn't help looking again at his picture. The eyes looking back at her had a strange intensity, as if he was staring into something only he knew about. For some reason Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine. "Cool breeze maybe?" she asked herself, knowing that the room was closed up to the outside. "Oh well, maybe I can have a late breakfast after all." With that thought Chloe shut down her PC and got herself organised for the day ahead. Grabbing her shoulder bag, purse and a notepad and pen Chloe left her room, locking the door as she strode out. 

After breakfast and some lazing around the campus commercial area Chloe stalked through the dark corridors of the Ripley Biology Block. It was turning into a really hot day outside and the cool shadows inside the hallway were rather pleasant. It was close to her appointed time to meet with Professor Dalkeith, but before she arrived at his office door she pulled a compact out of her shoulder bag. "Doesn't hurt if I look at my best for the Prof" she said to herself. Applying a little blush to her high cheekbones and then grabbing some lipstick as well, the young nursing student applied just enough make up to highlight her fresh face and rather pretty looks. Chloe was old enough to understand that getting what you wanted when you were a girl sometimes meant playing up the girlish charms, and if she could find an additional way to influence the academic's decision to include her in his well paid research program then so be it. 

Standing at the heavy wooden door that kept intruders out of the Professor's lab Chloe made one last check of her appearance, pulled the hem of her dress down to make sure no more than her knees peeked out from underneath, and checked her watch. "11.29 am...on time...let's see if the Professor is in" Chloe said rhetorically. She knocked on the door, just below the label that gave details of Professor's name, position (Emeritus Professor Biology & Recombinant DNA) and room number. There was no response for a good twenty to thirty seconds. Chloe looked around, thought about whether she should knock louder, or maybe even get her cell phone out and try Dalkieth's extension when suddenly she heard a lock open. 

Then another. 

Then a third. And a pause followed. Chloe was a little unsure what was going on. Yet she stayed put, waiting for the door to open. After one final click it did, and to her surprise there was even less light inside the entry to the lab than outside in the corridor. Chloe peered in and to her bafflement there wasn't anyone to greet her. She then nervously licked her lips and stuttered out a strained "Hello...Professor Dalkeith?" No response came, so Chloe spoke again, a little more loudly. 

"Professor Dalkeith...it's me, Chloe Jones. It's 11.30 and I'm here because..." 

A strongly accented Scottish voice came out of nowhere. "Yes I know Miss Jones...my prospective assistant I believe. Can ye look to your right please?" Chloe turned in that direction and she saw another door set into the interior wall of the lab, and above that was a camera. A red light flickered on and off above the device, and it was obvious to her that the Professor was viewing her on some kind of internal monitor. 

"Ah yes...very good...very good indeed. As I had hoped." The disembodied voice came again, and it took a little concentration on Chloe's behalf to understand what was exactly being said. Looking down towards the door handle it was then that the young woman saw a speaker and some kind of electronic multi-key lock. The portal that the device was built to keep secure was on the surface even more solid than the door to the biology block hallway. Chloe was not sure what the hell was going on, and it spooked her just a tad. But a voice inside her head reminded her of the $600 payment she'd score if she got the job. She needed the money badly, so quelling any worries she leaned into the speaker at the door. 

"Professor Dalkeith...can I come in please?" Chloe stood back from the door and without a thought adjusted her barrette. "I guess you have some serious research going on her hmmm?" she speculated, trying to make some small chat whilst she was locked out, observed by the video camera. 

"Aye lassie...I do indeed have some serious research...", at which point the scientist's voice paused and the camera whirred, refocusing on Chloe, "...now I want ye to key in this sequence exactly. Can ye do that Miss Jones?" 

"I'll try sir." Chloe put her slender fingers near the keypad and waited for the numbers. 

"8...7....1...2...1...4...9" the Scottish voice spoke slowly and assuredly. After each number Chloe hit the appropriate key, and when she entered the final digit the lock buzzed, releasing the catch. The Professor spoke again "Come inside my dear, please," and so Chloe followed his instruction. This part of the laboratory was drastically different to the outer section. Bright lights beamed down on antiseptically clean bench tops. All types of scientific equipment sat on any flat surface, and even in places were stored on the hard tiled floor. Three computer terminals stood on a desk nearest to a huge bookcase, and opposite to that were half a dozen shelves filled with jars holding a bizarre and grotesque collection of biological samples. Looking at the closest container Chloe could see on the label that it was the uterus of an adult female Sirian Xenomorph (whatever the hell that was she thought to herself). Before Chloe could get closer to the specimen jars she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. As she jumped in fright she heard the familiar brogue of the Professor's accent. 

"Aye, Miss Jones...you find my little empire quite interesting hmmm?" 

"Oh...yes...yes I do," Chloe stuttered partly from nerves and partly because she wanted to make a good impression, "You have a lot of stuff here sir. You use this in your research?" 

"Hmmm, yes I do have a lot of 'stuff', as your delightful American vernacular would put it. I have spent almost all my adult life working towards my scientific goals, and thanks to some diligence and governmental support I've been able to build up quite a storehouse of samples. Plus with the help of certain interested parties," at which point Professor Dalkieth smiled like a Cheshire Cat, "I am sure my studies will vindicate not just my scientific theories, but perhaps improve the lot of every human being on this planet." 

Chloe stood there and listened to this slightly egotistical speech from the Professor and tried to give the right signals. She noticed as she nodded in mute agreement that the Professor was relatively short, probably under 6 foot tall, with penetrating green eyes, a trimmed beard and moustache and greying hair which was receding slightly from his forehead. Like almost every science academic on campus Professor Dalkeith was wearing a white lab coat, much like the various physiologists, chemists and pharmacists she'd encountered as part of the hard science part of her nursing studies. He wasn't what you would call attractive, but there was a gravitas to him that calmed Chloe down from the shock of his initial contact. 

"Would you like some tea whilst we get ready for your interview Miss Jones?" The scientist indicated a cubicle that was about 10 feet away from the instruments, computers, beakers, burners and specimen jars in the lab. "I have a few comfort items there, a kettle and some shortbread biscuits...may I tempt you my dear?" 

"Um...sure...I mean yes please...sir." Chloe's answer betrayed her uncertainty about what she should do when given what some would consider deference from a learned scientist years older than her. Most of the tutors, lecturers and other teachers at her college called her Chloe, and she'd never been offered anything more than a chair when she called on their offices to talk about an assignment or collect notes. Taking stock of her earlier answer Chloe spoke again, more assuredly. "I would quite like some tea please Professor." 

"That's the ticket," Dalkeith laughed "many an onerous task has been made more pleasurable with a cup of Darjeeling Miss Jones...and my late mother's recipe for shortbread is dare I say the best in the world. Come...come and sit ye down and I'll make us a fresh brew." Turning with military precision on his silent shoe heels the biologist walked away from Chloe and entered his personal area in the lab. The young woman followed and watched as he boiled the kettle, fished out a tray of home-made biscuits from a cupboard and then took a wooden box, opened it and pulled out a tea-laden spoon. The aroma was strong but in no way unpleasant. 

"One for you," and the Professor dropped in the first spoonful of tea into the white porcelain tea pot, "one for me" and in went the second "and one for the pot," and the third spoonful joined the first two. "Please...take a seat Miss Jones," the Scotsman said, indicating a chair that had a tubular frame and leather covering. Chloe lowered herself into the chair and sat quietly whilst the kettle boiled. Professor Dalkieth hummed some unrecognizable tune as the kettle's whistle indicated that the water was ready for pouring into the teapot, and then with a flourish he took two fine bone china tea cups out of his top desk drawer, placing one near Chloe. "Let's give the tea time to brew a little, and whilst it does we can start on those questions I mentioned. Is that okay Miss Jones?" 

"Um...yeah...sure. But before we start, could you please confirm that if I do become your research assistant I'll get paid?" 

"Oh yes my avaricious lassie," Professor Dalkieth chortled as he said this "I can assure you that this research is well funded. In fact you could earn a bonus if you exceed both mine and my sponsor's expectations." 

Chloe smiled with a hint of self-congratulation, and her first thought was about the promise of extra money. "If you don't mind me asking, are there any other candidates sir?" 

"Well I don't mind assuring you that so far you are the only candidate I am considering Miss Jones," at which point the biologist gave the teapot a little shake, helping the leaves to dispense their flavours into the brew. "And in fact because of the nature of my research, the urgent requirements of my backers and the eagerness I have to get the results I've long hypothesized...well, perhaps you may be the only candidate I'll interview. But I warn you; be honest and frank with your answers and I will look extremely kindly on your candidature. Lie and I'll make sure that this position is filled by someone else. Do we understand each other Miss Jones?" 




The Experiment Ch. 02



Chloe stuttered a nervous "Yes" then clasped her bag tight against her lap. "I'll do my best Professor. And you probably need to know I really need the money...okay?" She pouted a little with this statement, challenging the scientist to quiz her doubting her integrity now. Chloe assumed telling Professor Dalkeith this would at least make him understand how keen she was for the opportunity, and perhaps even better impress him with her honesty. She looked over to the older man who was taking a clip board and a pen, obviously looking to start the questions. 

"Right Miss Jones, I have already taken down several of your details thanks to the excellent records supplied by the university administration web site and database. I've your academic record here (at which point Professor Dalkeith showed Chloe a sheet of paper which must have been her transcript), plus some basic information regarding your current residential status. Yet this won't be enough. Because my research has biological implications you will need to give me some indication as to your medical, shall we say 'condition'. For example Miss Jones, do you drink?" 

"Yes Professor...but only a little." 

"Smoke?" 

"No" came Chloe's reply. 

"Drugs?" 

"Certainly not!" Chloe replied emphatically. She wasn't like some of the others in her dorm or classes who had gone from weed to ecstasy and a few other drugs of choice in between. She was brought up to understand that no matter how powerful the peer pressure was Chloe knew that the effects of drugs could ruin her life. 

"Ahh...that's well and good my dear," replied the Professor "but I will make sure later with a drugs test. If you have an objection to taking that please let me know now and we can have our tea and part ways. D'ye understand Miss Jones?" 

"Yes sir...and no, I don't object." 

"Good. Now, have you any allergies? Penicillin, anesthesthetic, sulphides etcetera etcetera?" As Professor Dalkeith asked this question he took some shortbread with his free hand and passed it to Chloe on a plate. Chloe shook her head indicating a negative answer to his question and then murmured "thank you" for the biscuits.

"Now I hope you don't mind me asking this question m'dear...and I understand if you won't answer because it is highly personal and may not be immediately relevant as you see it to your application. However, it must be asked. And as I said before, please be honest." 

Chloe was nervous, but hid her insecurity by biting down on one of the delicious shortbreads. The crumbly sweet biscuit melted in her mouth and momentarily distracted her from her uneasiness. "I'll do my best Professor" she said with a mouth half-filled with shortbread. 

"Do you have a regular menstrual cycle?" Dalkeith posed the question in his most deadpan manner.

"Um...what has that got to do with the research work?" Chloe couldn't help but be shocked by the question, no matter how much she was prepared for the personal nature of it. 

"Well Miss Jones, some of my research is based on hormonal ubiquity in inter-species paradigms and I like to draw into my database any relevant data provided by my research assistants. And believe when I say that this purely scientific data is going to be used only under the strictest terms of anonymity. Is that clear?" 

Chloe pondered the statement from her interlocutor and decided that whatever the embarrassing nature of her answers Professor Dalkeith seemed to have no reason to turn this into some kind of weird sex thing. And again she considered her financial problems and with visions of the money dangling before her, so decided to press ahead. Hang the personal discomfort. 

"Yes it is Professor...and yes, I do." 

"Good," responded the scientist writing down notes on his clipboard "And when was your last period?"

"About 6 days ago." 

"Are you sexually active?" 

Chloe's eyes widened and again she was a little disturbed by the question. "Um...not recently Professor Dalkeith." She and her now non-boyfriend hadn't actually done the deed which meant she was still a virgin. There'd been some sweaty hand-jobs and some seriously hot oral sex both given and received but Chloe was not quite ready for losing her virginity to him. Perhaps the reason for their fight was just as much sexual frustration on Alan's part, but for the 23 year old nursing student was very much a believer in giving herself only when she was with that one special love. Perhaps Alan could have been that one down the track but he couldn't stick around to help her find out. So she gave the answer that was what she believed to be the truth. The ambiguous answer seemed to get the Professor's approval as he nodded whilst he took down her response. 

"Any history in your family of hormonal or genetic diseases?" 

"No. My folks are pretty normal I guess Professor." 

"Have you had any illnesses like German measles or viral conditions such as herpes?" 

"No." Again Chloe was a little disquieted by these questions from the Professor, but she looked at him fair in the face and gave him her reply and all those that were forthcoming. For the next 10 minutes there were more similar medical questions, one or two relating to her physical appearance and even one question that came way out of left field relating to her dreams, and that was it. She drained the last of her tea and wiped the shortbread crumbs off her lips as Professor Dalkeith returned his clipboard to his desk.

The dignified Scottish scientist rose from his chair and whilst offering Chloe his hand to help her too rise, he smiled and said "I think I have all the information I need; shall we say Friday night 10.45pm here at my lab?" 

"Oh thank you Professor...thank you sooo much," Chloe grinned ear to ear and began excitedly to count out the dollars this position would bring, "I really do appreciate this opportunity sir!" "That's good lassie," he replied guiding her back through his laboratory "and I am sure you'll find my experiment very stimulating. No if you'll excuse me I have some work to do and I must also contact my backers to inform them that my project is ready for implementation. I look forward to our next meeting." 

Chloe noticed as she was steered to the heavy wooden door that she'd knocked on about 25 minutes beforehand that whilst the Professor seemed somewhat reserved during most of her meeting with him, now he seemed more intense, more focused on her. She was a little flattered (his green eyes were kind of cute, as was his slightly greying beard) but most of all she was simply giddy with happiness knowing she'd have a serious cash injection soon. Exiting into the hall way her last glance back at the Professor was cursory but long enough to give her the impression he was checking out her ass. Used to older men perving at her she just shook off the idea and strolled along the corridor, happy to know her money problems will be shortly solved.



The Experiment Ch. 03



The next day was Thursday and Kathy kept thinking of Father John and what she was going to say. She was very worried about going to confession and telling Father John what Doug had instructed her to say.  Even though everything she was going to say was true she could not believe that she was doing it. The last two weeks had changed everything in Kathy’s life. She had gone from a nonsexual creature to someone who could not seem to get enough. 

As Kathy thought about Father John she suddenly began to remember a Sister Mary. She had known Sister Mary from the time she was 8 until she was 18. Sister Mary had a very unusual punishment for bad girls. It was always done in the large hall with one or two girls at a time. Sister Mary used this on girls of various age groups. Kathy had totally forgotten about these experiences and was very surprised when the memories popped into her head.

One memory stood out.  She and Sally Ann had been playing when they should have been reading a book. Sister Mary caught them and took them into her office. This was the first time that either she or Sally had been punished in this manner.

“Do you know what you girls did wrong?” Sister Mary began.

“Yes,” they both answered.

“You wasted your time by chit-chat so what shall we do?” Sister Mary replied.

They both stood before her large desk in their short Catholic schoolgirl dresses looking at Sister Mary.

“I think for this you will both require my special punishment,” she said.

They were afraid to think what this might be. 

“This punishment will not hurt you physically but it will be punishment. Come with me.”

Kathy and Sally were afraid of what was going to happen next.

They went to the main hall of the Church. It was vacant now except for a few priests preparing for a service. Next to the main altar was an open space where various dignitaries would stand so they could be easily seen by the audience. It was here Sister Mary instructed them to stand.

“Now for your punishment you will have to stand her for 20 minutes,” she said.

Kathy thought this will not be so bad. She could not believe what Sister Mary said next.

“The time will begin when both of you have taken off all your clothes, I mean everything,” Sister Mary proclaimed.

Kathy could believe what she was hearing. She had to take off her clothes in a Church while there were other people who could see her.

“You can either do what I say and we will talk to your parents about a suspension,” Sister Mary warned.

Kathy and Sally looked at each other and began to remove their clothes. Both were from very conservative households and neither knew anything about sex. The only time they were naked was in the bath or shower. Now Kathy slid her white cotton panties down over her feet she was standing here with an also naked Sally for all to see.

“Ok hurry up,” Sister Mary urged.

“Come over here and let me see that you have everything off.”

“Ok, stand right here in front of this rail so God can get a good view. Now the next time you think about wasting my time you will remember this little lesson. Do you girls understand?”

“Yes maam,” they both answered shivering a bit as the cool air flowed around their bodies.

“I will return in 20 minutes and don’t move from this spot until I return.”

“Yes maam,” they answered.

After Sister Mary had left they stood there totally embarrassed. No one paid them much attention until Father Bob an older priest walked up. 

“So you girls are being punished by Sister Mary?” he said looking them over.

“Yes sir,” they answered.

“Well let me see what you girls have there?” the old priest said and came very close to the girls. Kathy could not quite believe it when he bent down and looked directly between her legs. She could feel his breath on her cunny. He then proceeded to Sally and did the same. 

This was the first time Kathy ever felt a tinge of sexual excitement. At the time she did not know what it was but it felt good. However, in the process of it feeling good she felt extremely guilty that a priest would be seeing her naked body.

To make matter worst the old priest suddenly said, “You girls know this little slit between your legs is the devil’s playground.”

“Yes sir,” they automatically replied not knowing what else to say. Kathy had never really thought much about the area between her legs other than to pee. However, now she was having some thoughts and they were bad thoughts according to this man of God.


“Yes, that little hole is the root of all evil. You just wait and see what happens someday,” he said. As he said this he stood up and pulled his robe up revealing his erect penis. 

“Now girls you remember this punishment and if I catch you in here again it will be bad,” Father Bob said as he walked off.

Kathy and Sally just stood there not believing what had happened. Kathy was very confused but knew that she could never ask either Sister Mary or her parents about any of this. She also was very concerned that there was a strange tickle between her legs that felt both extremely good and extremely bad. 

Kathy could not believe she remembered this in such detail. She also could not believe how turned on she was by this old memory.  Her hand automatically moved to her pussy. She came several times thinking of the old priest looking at her pussy. The more she thought about this the more guilt she felt and the more turned on she became. Kathy could imagine what would happen when she confessed her sins to Father John.

Before Kathy left for the Church she grabbed her journal and carefully wrote down her latest experience. She could not wait for Doug to read it.

“Father John, forgive me for I have sinned,” Kathy said as she sat in the small booth.

“Tell me of your transgressions,” Father John replied across the small opening. Father John was only 26 but knew that he was going to be a priest from an early age. He was a good man but did not yet know of the dangers of confession.

“Father John, I can’t stop touching my pussy,” Kathy could not believe she said this. She also could not believe the rush she was having from saying it.

Father John did not believe what he just heard. Kathy was one of the more conservative women in the Church. She even worked with teenage girls recommending no sex until marriage. “Would you repeat that?” Father John asked.

“Father John I can’t stop touching my pussy. I love to touch it,” she repeated.

Father John was shocked. He was even more shocked as he noticed the faint stirring of something inside him. He thought about it a moment and noticed the beginnings of an erection.

“Tell me more,” Father John said not knowing what he should say or do. This had not been covered in school. There had been some lessons on transference type issues but not situation that brought up feelings like these.

“Several weeks ago I began to be very horny.” Kathy purposely left out the fact that she became horny only after Doug fucked her ass and made her listen to his strange CD. “Since that time I have masturbated several times each day. I rubbed my pussy and my clit until I cum. If feels so good but then I feel guilty for doing it. But the guilt just makes me want to do it more,” Kathy was giving true statements.

Father John did not know what to say. This was not a standard confession. He knew very little about sex other than from a mostly medical viewpoint.  To complicate matters he could not believe the reaction that it was having on him. He was glad he was in the dark because he now had a full erection. This sometimes happened during his sleep but it had never been a problem in the past. It was definitely a problem today. It was also very difficult to think as he felt his erection rubbing against his robe.

Father John in his confusion finally said, “It is okay to like your body but you have to be careful.”

“I know Father John and I am careful. However, my pussy is now very sensitive. I no longer wear panties because they rub against my clit and turn me on. I don’t have any panties on right now,” Kathy said feeling her pussy becoming warm as she confessed.

Father John felt perspiration on his forehead as he listened. This was a very unique situation and he wanted to do the right thing. He wanted what was best for Kathy but could not forget the now painful erection that pressed against his robe and the desires that were clouding his mind.

“Kathy, do you have a boyfriend?” he asked to redirect the subject matter.

“No, I don’t.” This was true because there was no romance between Doug and her, only sex. “I have never been with a man.” This was also true in Kathy’s mind since Doug had not even touched her pussy only her butt. “I only play with myself. They other day I used a cucumber and pushed it in my pussy. It felt wonderful and I humped up and down with the cucumber sticking out of my pussy. I even put it in my butt hole.” Kathy was now really telling her story.

Father John was now full of anxiety. He did not know what he was experiencing but he was very sexually stimulated. He knew this was wrong but that did not matter.

“Father John are you there?” Kathy asked after some silence had passed.

“Yes, I am here my child,” Father John said not knowing what to say resisting the temptation to rub his cock.

“Father you can’t know how good it feels when I play with myself. I can’t seem to help it. I am rubbing my pussy right now and my clit is swollen. Mmmmmmm.” Kathy could not help it, this was just too much.

Father John also could not believe what was happening. As he listen to Kathy moaned in the throes of passion he lost control and his cock erupted inside his robe spewing his cum all over since he was not wearing underwear.  Father John had occasionally had some wet dreams but nothing ever like this. Father John also could not believe how great it felt and suddenly the image of plunging his dick into Kathy’s hot pussy arose in his mind. He knew this was forbidden but the more he tried not to think about it the more he thought about it.

Kathy slowly settled down.

“I’m so sorry Father John. I don’t know what came over me,” Kathy said in a tearful voice.

Father John full of guilt himself wanted to be supportive of Kathy. “I understand. It is okay. You go home and say 20 Hail Mary’s each day for a week and make sure you come to Mass on Sunday. Your sexual desires are normal but you have to control them. Do you understand Kathy?”

“Yes I understand and thank you so much for being understanding of me. I feel so bad about what happened?” 

“You do not have to feel bad. If you follow my instructions your sins are forgiven and everything is okay,” he said in his most supportive tone.

Kathy felt much better as she left the confessional. Father John was a wonderful priest. Of course Kathy knew her pussy was far from satisfied and she had some more work to do on her swollen clit.

Father John on the other hand did not feel so good. Kathy had awakened something in him he thought he had killed, sexual passion. As he later cleaned himself in his room he could not help it but another erection appeared and the only way he could rid himself of it was to empty his sperm in the sink.

Kathy returned home and began to enter her new experiences into her journal. It did not take Kathy’s left arm long to move between her legs as she wrote about cumming for Father John. There were some many things that now turned her on she did not know what she would do. She seemed to have an unlimited supply of libido and she was enjoying every moment of it. It was a real love-hate conflict but these conflicts were eased some by Father John’s support. She remembered he had told her that sexual desire is a normal part of living. She wondered how Father John handled his own sexual desire but this quickly brought back the memory of the old Father Bob. She could still see him sticking his erect cock into her face and telling her she was very wicked because she had a pussy. At this point in time Kathy was very happy to have a slit between her legs and as she pondered these thoughts she began touching her wonderful pussy.



The Experiment Ch. 03-04



(More of Chloe's unwilling participation in a crazed scientist's experiments involving human/alien reproduction)

Chapter 3

The rest of the week passed quickly for Chloe. She went to as many tutorials and lectures that were scheduled plus also spent almost all of Thursday night in the library researching a presentation she had to give on Geriatric and Palliative Nursing Models in the EU. There were a few shifts at the old folks home that took her off campus, and she had a good gossip with her room mate Mel about the new man in her life. It turned out that Melinda's new boyfriend (if you can call someone who spends 48 hours doing nothing but fucking a boyfriend) was a local lad and reservist who had been just called up for service in Afghanistan. Mel went into every lurid detail of her two days of mad crazy sex with Kurt, and after hearing all the gory hot parts about how Mel had even given the guy a head job whilst they were in the toilets of a local burger joint whilst he was on the can, Chloe had had enough of anything gross or lewd. She just wanted to finish off the semester, get the necessary accreditation for completing her degree and start her adult life where she wanted, how she wanted.

As usual on the evening of her first lab session with Professor Dalkeith Chloe's room mate was down the local bar slash nightclub drinking and trying to find a new friend with benefits. Melinda had obviously put Kurt the kinky soldier to the back of her mind and Chloe had to giggle at the her blatant promiscuity. Chloe never felt any desire to follow in Mel's footsteps, and unlike her room mate who made a point venturing out in the tightest of t-shirts and short skirt Chloe was dressed sensibly for her research appointment. The same barette she wore to her interview was holding her blonde locks in place whilst she also had on a simple purple polo necked shirt over her torso. Jeans and sneakers finished her ensemble, and carrying a back pack filled with the requisite tools (pens, paper,memory stick, mobile phone and some chewing gum) Chloe looked like Miss Average as she trooped over to the Ripley Biology Block.

Although it was dark and late there were still students and teachers around in the courtyard and on the path leading up to the lab block. A couple of Indian kids passed Chloe by, excitedly discussing something in what was probably Hindi. A security guard lazed against a lamp post smoking his cigarette watching a tall fair haired student wander past with his girlfriend. A small gaggle of astronomy students were taking notes by flash light as a teacher read out readings he took whilst staring up through a telescope into the night sky. It was a tranquil, bog-standard night on campus, and Chloe felt fairly good. She was looking forward to the money and to the delicious tea and shortbread biscuits she hoped Professor Dalkeith would provide during their first session.

Returning to that same imposing office door five minutes before her appointed time Chloe rapped hard on the door. Unlike her previous visit this time she only had to knock once before it swung open revealing Professor Dalkeith standing in the entrance. Smiling at the pretty nursing student he ushered her in to the same dark lab she'd visited earlier in the week.

"Greetings Miss Jones. I see you've arrived on time. Good, good; I do like punctuality in my assistants. Are you ready for some work?"

Chloe answered the Scottish scientist's question; "Yes Professor," putting down her bag on a cleared bench top nearby "and I hope it's not out of line for me to ask if you still have some of those yummy biscuits?" Grinning as she asked Chloe then looked around the lab trying to see what her research work might entail. The same security locked section was there but this time it was open. A slightly musky smell seemed to drift in from a darkened corner of the lab that Chloe hadn't noticed when she last visited.

"Aye lassie," Dalkeith spoke breaking her momentary reverie "I've a couple of biscuits left. Shall we say a small plate of those and a cup of tea before I brief you and we begin our work?"

"That would be good thanks Professor."

"Excellent. Whilst I make our tea and get the short bread please," at which point the biologist motioned towards a second bench to the left of Chloe, fully kitted out with chemical instruments, PC, bunsen burner, microscope and opened specimen jars "there's your work station. If you can go over there and log in to the computer using the following username and password." Rattling off the details as he stalked off to his desk Chloe reacted quickly, moving to her bench and doing as the Professor instructed.

After about five minutes Professor Dalkeith came over to Chloe, bearing a bone china cup of tea and a small plate. "Here we are lass, enjoy." Chloe gave her thanks, took the refreshments and then looked to the biologist for further instruction.

"So what exactly do you want me to do Professor? I can see here," indicating the computer screen "that I have some data here relating to what looks to be medical charts for 'Subject A', but if I read these figures right they don't seem normal. For example this line here if it represents blood pressure seems way too low. And this column here looks to be about glucose levels in blood plasma, but that percentage looks almost non-human. Is 'subject A' a person Professor?"

"No, it isn't. And well done for spotting those details. I'm glad I selected you." Chloe smiled at this compliment. "Subject A" is a hypothetical model I have developed using some information I have received from NASA. I canna go into the details now my dear as to what the original data is, as it's under some kind of security provision. But I can tell you what we will be working on will change the way current medical thought approaches some fundamental biological issues."

All Chloe could answer was a smiling "Okay" as she wasn't really that interested in the underlying reason for Dalkeith's experiment. She was focused on following instructions, getting paid and sorting out those financial hassles which were distracting her from her studies. Plus the aroma of the delicious shortbread biscuits and brewing tea was wafting through the room.

"Now while ye have a sup of my tea and biscuits lassie I want you to enter the following figures into column C1, just below where those glucose figures are." The Professor handed over a folder containing several pages of numbers, percentages and sample IDs. "I know the software isn't MS Office standard Miss Jones but the basic cell and data manipulation is very similar to Excel. And if you have any questions just call me over."

"Okay Professor; I'm sure I can do this without any problems. Is there anything I should know about the data, like its origin or meaning?"

Dalkeith's eyes were hooded as he mumbled a "Nay lassie, just do what I ask please" and then he turned away from Chloe, striding away to his office. Though he left the door open he was out of sight for now.

Chloe started entering the information on her PC and in between a few dozen keystrokes she gnawed her way through a couple of biscuits. The soft buttery crumbs melted in her mouth and none fell on her work station or the keyboard. Then as she swallowed another tasty morsel she felt her throat was a little dry so she picked up her tea cup for a mouthful. Then another. Then another. Then with a slurp the dregs were reached and she had drained the cup.

"Mmmm, that was yummy" Chloe said to herself and then returned to typing in the Professor's information. However within two or three keystrokes her eyes began to swim. Her brain fogged over and her fingers stopped typing. Trying to stand the young student nurse lurched dizzily from her chair, yelped out a semi-strangled "Professor Dalkeith" before she slumped to the floor. Her limpid body fell in a heap, laboratory equipment on her bench scattering noisily. As her eyelids closed and her hearing died Chloe thought she was being approached by the Professor, smiling and talking to himself about something called a "Xeno". Then all became nothingness.

Chapter 4

"I know Colonel, the project needs to be finalised soon; but this kind of reproductive experimentation doesn't just get finished in a day"

The Scottish accent speaking a small distance away from Chloe's face was loud enough to make some sense to the pretty young student as she started to emerge back into consciousness. It wasn't that easy to comprehend the import of the words as Chloe was still feeling horribly confused about where she was, what was happening and who was with her and speaking in such a determined voice. Her brain was shrouded in a blanket of uncertainty, plus a pulsing headache had the effect of keeping her eyes closed.

"I have a new subject for insemination with me now. Can I call you back in about three hours time?" Chloe noticed the pause in the voice and perhaps a hint of pleading too. "I can? Good, and let me reassure you Colonel...your funding is making a world a'difference. Thank you." The sound of a handset being replaced in its cradle indicated to Chloe that the phone conversation between the strange man near her and the 'colonel' was over. Then as she gradually adjusted her hearing to the sound of the man's footsteps she could also feel the ligatures around her arms, and the bindings around her ankles. The room's air seemed unnaturally cooler too, and it slowly dawned on Chloe that she was now clothed only in her underwear.

With growing awareness Chloe also found that her mouth was ball-gagged, and the associated sensations scared the living crap out of her. The pain of opening her tightly shut eyelids was hard to bear, but she had to get some kind of visual indication of her circumstances as right now all she could understand was her feeling of being trapped. There were some hazy ideas, half-remembered things slowly forming into understandings. These inchoate memories, her bound and gagged position and the now silent Scottish voice gave Chloe a deepening sense of barely bridled fear, bordering on panic. She had to see where she was, who it was that was talking about impregnation. Could it be her the Scotsman was talking about? Why was she tied down, a hard rubber ball lodged in her mouth? Why was she exposed, semi-naked in only her cotton panties and bra?

"Aye lassie, I think it's time you opened up those beautiful eyes hmm?" The same Scots voice she heard on awakening, and perhaps was familiar with before her current predicament if only she could remember roused Chloe from her reverie. "I'm sorry ye have to be kept in this rather degrading position Miss Jones but ye have tae understand that the experimentation you are helping me with needs such 'preparations'. The young student felt a cooling wet cloth wiped over her forehead and eyes, and even though her gag and ties were bordering on painful she felt an overwhelming sense of physical relief. Her headache began to subside and her eyelids unglued enough for them to open up, taking in what were at first formless, dim shapes and colours. Within a few moments those indistinct visions coalesced into a man in a white medical coat, a white tiled room with no discernible decorations or fixtures on the walls, and Chloe's own body lying semi-upright on what was similar to a gynaecological exam table. Chloe's ankles were secured by plastic ties which were knotted into the metal stirrups, whilst her wrists were tied with medical gauze to bars that rose at 90 degrees from the sides of the cushioned table.

Chloe's eyes widened and her muffled questions indicated to the mystery man that she was getting agitated and that her predicament was sinking in. The ball gag in the student's mouth stopped all bar a few grunting sounds coming out, and securely bound there was little more than a few inches of movement afforded to the young woman. "I expect you would like to know what your doing here hmmm lass?" The Scottish voice attempted to sooth Chloe's growing fears. "Do you remember what you were doing before this?" The 'doctor' (as Chloe guessed who the man was) made a sweeping gesture with his right hand. "Or even who I am?" Chloe was able to shake her head enough to indicate a 'no' to both queries. "Good. The short term memory loss I induced with the serum in your tea has had the requisite effect." The reference to tea and a serum, as well as the implied familiarity with the doctor were all meaningless to the young blond student. All she could think of was the painful and embarrassing position she was in.

"Now I am going to take the gag out of your mouth so you can have some water. I must warn you Miss Jones that any yelling, screaming, crying or attempts at physical harm while I give you the liquid will not be in your interest." A look of cold calculating evil seemed to spring from nowhere behind Chloe's tormentor's eyes. The almost tender and apologetic manner he had shown as Chloe emerged from unconsciousness was gone in that instant, replaced by a cruel demeanour embodied in the manner by which he yanked the ball gag out of Chloe's mouth. She coughed and yelped with the discomfort as the 'doctor' swivelled, grabbed a beaker of lukewarm water to her lips and tilted back.

"Drink it all Chloe...that's a good girl. Drink it all down."

The water almost choked Chloe yet she was also glad for the drink, the fluid dissolving the last fetid taste of what was left over from the period she was blacked out. Splashes hit the floor as well as her neck, chin, shoulders and cleavage, causing more discomfort for her. Yet the Scotsman who was obviously holding her captive was nonplussed by the mess.

"Many a spill twixt lips and mouth," murmured the strange man to himself "but I guess there'll be more spills later." Chloe wondered again what the hell was the Scotsman babbling about. She had to say something.

"What...how...what am I...um, doing here? Who are you?" The words tumbled out like stones thrown in a pond, echoing against the hard undecorated walls. "Why am I like this? What's going on?" Chloe's mouth ached with every word she uttered, and her tongue felt as fuzzy as cotton wool.

"Well I guess there's no harm keeping you informed of your vital role in my experiment Miss Jones." Chloe wasn't familiar with being called "Miss Jones", but it must be her name. The partial amnesia she was experiencing was almost as frustrating as her exposed, barely clothed position. "You see, I have been charged by the boffins at NASA tae help with a project they have been working on since, well the late 40s." Pulling up a seat the scientist (as Chloe vaguely understood him to be now) continued, all the while examining Chloe visually, without a single touch.

"You've probably never heard of Area 51 lassie," to which Chloe indicated she had no idea of what the Scotsman was talking about "but it's the most important centre for xenobiology and what has been called the military industrial complex ever established in human history. Now I'm not saying there aren't many other locations like Area 51. There is one supposedly in Russia, somewhere around Petrapavlovsk, and the CIA think the Chinese may have also encountered xenoforms in the last 10 years. But thanks to NASA, NATO and the American and British governments we have a long term, highly productive relationship with our 'guests'. And please forgive me if I ramble as I explain your predicament; I tend to enjoy this part of the process."

Chloe was mystified by the details given by the scientist so far, but the reference to him enjoying the process indicated to her this was not an isolated incident. She wasn't the first. She wanted to ask more questions, like what the hell is a Xeno. But before she could say something the Scotsman continued.

"You see when our guests arrived at Area 51 just after the war they were the last of their species. The crew were a mix of what the scientists of the day considered to be male and female, however the crash that led to their discovery fatally injured the two most reproductively capable Xenos who upon autopsy seemed to possess female organs. There was some discussion at first amongst the military and the scientific community that the remainder of the vessel's crew should be euthanised so we could take advantage of their superior technology. Well, that was tae be the plan. Until one of the wee beggars actually spoke in a language we understood."

As the story unfolded Chloe was given insight into a secret that was both unfathomable to her slightly befuddled mind as well as a distraction as she tried to find some degree of dignity and comfort in her position. The rambling voice of the Scottish doctor described events that were before the young student's own lifetime, and words like "cold fusion" and "Tachyon drive" meant nothing to her. All she wanted was to be warm again, clothed in something more than her underwear, and in a far more comfortable, less scary place. It was if she was suffering the sensory dislocation of being drunk, but she had little real life experience to draw an accurate comparision. The grey bearded scientist caught her attention again with what seemed like his final words for now.

"So ye see lassie, in exchange for all this wonders of modern science our guests...the Xenos...have asked us to provide them with breeding stock. They are just like us when it comes right down tae it; they want to perpetuate the species, keep from dying out, leave another generation when they're gone. And," at which point the scientist leaned over Chloe and smiled a paternal grin dripping with a now open glee "you're just the kind of young human woman that can help the Xenos live on."

"Do you mean...?" Chloe's steel grey eyes looked at her captor's face, searching for some kind of answer that she actually already had, but couldn't bring herself to say.

"Aye lassie," came the reply, again soaked in a Scottish brogue "an alien is going to breed with you. Plant its progeny in your body."



The Experiment Ch. 03



We didn't know quite what to say to each other the next morning, and for once we didn't take advantage of the kids rushing downstairs to leave us a "lie in". The whole day we circled around each other like shy teenagers. Yet that night, after a longer than usual time in the toilet, she came out, slid next to me in bed, and said, "So... do you want to try it again? I've... cleaned up."

Mouth suddenly dry I nodded and my cock sprung to attention. In the dim light of a bedside lamp she turned, presenting her rump. I fumbled at the drawer of the bedside table, pausing when a new association with the lubricant bottle flitted through my mind, but got some and smoothed it over my rampant hard on.

I moved towards her, and aimed myself at her. It was so tight, and her whimpers both made me want to stop and urged me on at the same time. I slid my tip in, then stopped. Her hand pushed at my belly as she panted. "OK... a bit more, then stop." I did, to have her cry out. "No... no... pull out. Its too soon, I'm not ready."

Disappointed, I did. Without looking at me she jumped up, ran to the loo and came back with a damp facecloth. She knelt at the side of the bed and began to lovingly clean me, then moved her face down. With an obvious struggle, and a few halts to deal with gagging, she did take me down. It was too much, I couldn't deal with her obvious discomfort. I pulled her up and over on top of me. The look of love as she stroked my face mended much of the confused pain in my heart.

"Thank you. I will do everything for you they do to me. I promise." We then had a slow, long love making that for once ended in a mutual orgasm. As we fell asleep I was glad, it was what we needed. We had made love, not had sex, and that made all the difference.

It was a work day, and much to my pleased surprise she pulled me into the shower with her. We had fallen out of morning quickies, too much risk of a small child interrupting. Yet we took the chance, and finished with a minute to spare before a young face peered around the corner of the door to our ensuite.

I was happy, very happy that day of work. Though a few lewd day dreams meant I didn't quite focus on a few meetings as I should have. I got home on time for once, and we fed and bathed the children together. It was one of those nights that just felt right.

Then, just as we were settling down to read stories, the door bell rang. I know I didn't think anything of it, and from her unconcerned face as she opened the first book, neither did she. I stroked her cheek, then got up and went downstairs. On opening the door, I went still, felt the blood drain from my face. It was him, the black.

"My man my man. I was at loose ends tonight and thought of your lovely wife. Is she in?"

I was silent for a moment, just staring at him. "Yes, but its not appropriate. This is our home, we have children, you can't just show up."

His grin grew wider. "No? Well, you go tell wifey that a friend of Charlie is here, don't mention she's met me before. If she wants me to leave, I'll leave. But its not your concern man, I will only leave if I hear it from her."

Confusion boiled in my brain. What was going on here? Had she arranged this? Nothing about the day said that. On Saturday she'd been anxious, nervous, there was none of that today. I nodded and went to close the door, but he slipped inside. This was going too far, it wasn't meant to be like this.

I turned brusquely and went up the stairs. She looked up at me quizzically, innocently and I knew she had nothing to do with this. Some of my anger and confusion melted, this was just some bastards playing games. I bent and whispered in her ear. "There's a friend of Charlie's downstairs. He says he will leave only if you tell him to."

She went pale as I imagined I had only moments before. We were both silent for a minute, then she quickly stood. One of her beloved hands went to my chest, and I saw a forced smile on her face. "Will you finish putting the children to bed?" She turned and kissed each of them.

"Please? Darling?"

"Join us when you're done." Without a glance she disappeared out the door, and moments later I saw her stride past, only just making out the mask and cuffs in her hands.

"Daddy, isn't mummy going to finish?"

I struggled to get a hold of myself. She wasn't going to tell him to leave. I heard soft voices from below, indistinct, not enough to make out what was said. There were footfalls, and the door to our living room closed.

"Daddy?"

Forcing a smile to my face I turned to those little ones who completely owned my heart. One day adult confusion like what was now going on in our house would hit them. Now wasn't the time. I sat and began to read more of the tales of Winnie the Poo, while my mind imagined dark things happening downstairs.

I took me a good half hour to finish the stories, ensure teeth were properly brushed, and to settle them under their warm duvets enough to be sure that each was properly and deeply asleep. We were lucky, since the age of one each of our kids were deep deep sleepers. Leaving the darkened room I knew there would be little chance of interruption until morning.

As I walked down the stairs I didn't know what to think. Was I excited, scared, angry? It was all three, the fact she hadn't asked him to leave made me despair. Like I was walking to my doom I put my hand to the door latch, then slowly opened it.

There she was, nude bar the mask and cuffs. Her body was bent over the back of one of our leather arm chairs. We'd searched for months to find those, and I knew with absolute certainty that I'd never see them the same way again. Her bottom was flaming red, her body held up by the tall man, his cock deeply embedded down her throat.

"There is so much trust here man. All I'd have to do is leave my cock where it is, and..." He snapped his fingers, "dead." He pulled his cock out enough for her to take a ragged breath, then inserted it deeply again. "Not that I'd ever ruin something so lovely. So come on man, get undressed. Oh, and go get some lube will you? I want to try that lovely ass again."

I stood there, stock still. "Now!" His voice snapped out and I suddenly found myself turned and halfway up the stairs. What was going on? This wasn't what we wanted, what we'd both fantasised about. This had gone wrong, dark. Yet I ripped my cloths off and grabbed the bottle from the drawer.

I went downstairs to the soft wet sounds of his cock in her throat. Sounds of a porn movie, just lacking the crude music in the background.

As I came in he pulled out. "She's cool man, very cool. One thing though, the M&S white knickers? Got to go. Your job man, get her fitted up with the best and fittest. We catch her in white cotton again, you both gonna be horse wipped. Understand?" I looked at him understanding, and not understanding. What was with this attitude? His look was cold, commanding. "All right man, lube me up." I felt my cheeks burn.

"No."

"Get with the programme man! Its part of your job. You want me to go in dry? I'll hurt her man, hurt her bad." He said it jokingly, yet it wasn't an idle threat. With feet like lead I moved towards him, poured a pool of oil in my hands, and greased up that long pole. "Ok, guide me in." I blinked at him, seeing his leer in response. That was part of their game, ridicule and humiliation. 

Yet I turned, moved with him, lifted that long cock and guided it to my wife's ass. He slowly eased the tip in, to a sharp cry from my wife. He slapped her bottom. "Hear that lady? Your man greased me up, guided me in. Cool eh?" My eyes snapped to her head. The mask was on, but her ears where free. Oh god, she knew what I'd done. The shame of it, if possible, deepened.

Then he slapped my butt, "Go on, don't be shy. Her mouth is free." My cock twitched as she cried out again, he'd slid another inch in.

"Darling yes, come to me. It'll help... distract me." I moved forward, lifted her up, felt her lips wrap around my angry tip. It was so good, that's what confused everything, it felt so good. I came quickly, though he didn't. After he'd had a bit of fun I was told to get a cloth, then he flipped her onto her back on the rug and took her again. I watched, stunned as he athletically flipped her from position to position. For once I was hard again in a very short time. Long enough for him to bring himself off, and I barely let him get out of the way, before I jumped on top of her myself. She writhed against me, obviously full of need to have her pussy filled. "Oh yes... yes darling..."

He left us alone for a full few minutes before coming over, flipping us over then grabbing my wrist. "What?" I felt a cuff wrapped around it, then it was clipped to her cuff. Same on the other side, then our hands where clipped together over her back. "Yeah, we're locked together, just as we should be." She kissed me deeply, obviously aroused. It was kinky, but I wasn't complaining. I barely noticed the belt being wrapped around out middles until our cuffed hands were in turn clipped to it. I was too lost in the sex to take much notice.

Then I felt knees pushing my legs apart. Her head snapped back. "No! Ahh..."

I felt something I'd never felt before, a bulge against the back of my cock. God, he was entering her ass.

She said her key word. "Stop it! I don't want this..."

He chuckled, and his cock inched deeper. "We're beyond stop words sweet heart. What you want is irrelevant. Didn't you get that? Understand the programme..."

She whimpered and I tried to ease my cock out. "No... no... He stays in, you stay in! Ahh god. I am not liking this at all..." Her face was a grimace of pain.

He bent over us, a lewd smile on his face. "This is what you are now girl, a slut. You are to be used for men's pleasure. That's what you really want, isn't it?"

"No... no..." They were sobs, I saw the tears leak out of her eyes close up. I felt deeply for her, yet I was hard as a rock. I had seen this on porno videos and known instinctively no woman I knew would ever want it. Some may have found it sexy, but it was also an ultimate sign of debasement.

"Say it, tell me what you are."

"A slut... I'm a slut... Charlie's slut..."

The words lanced me like a knife.

"Yeah baby. You be one of Charlie's girls now. Say it again..."

Her words were sobs, they were wrenched from somewhere deep. "I'm Charlie's slut..."

She came, or maybe it was a lance of pain. I couldn't tell.

Later, when he was gone I had to untangle us as she was limp and seemed to be unconscious. I carried her upstairs, ran a small bath and washed her off. When I carried her to bed she wrapped her arms around me and cried into my shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Yet in bed she curled against me, hugged me tight. I knew without a doubt she loved me, yet I just did not understand the seeming betrayal in her words.

I didn't sleep much that night.

Next morning I was literally dragged into the shower. With her back turned and her head hung I was told, "Do me in the ass. I want you to do me in the ass." I was hard, and truth me told I wanted it, but I turned her, and under the cascading hot water kissed her. Pushing her up against the glass wall, ever so slowly I entered her.

"I don't understand everything that's going on, but I do know one thing. Last night was sex, this is love." Her answering kiss back was hard, ferocious. 

As we made love she stroked my cheek. "Did you really touch him, guide him too me."

My face blushed, the moment draining away for me. "No... no... don't worry love. That was so sexy, so caring. I loved it! My man taking care of me." She kissed me again, and made the humiliation go away.

We dressed, and I noticed her dither over her knickers drawer. I didn't intervene, its an area I knew had a lot of emotion mixed up in it for her. We'd talked about it often, but I knew, unlike many women, she got no personal satisfaction out of lingerie. She'd been brought up in a household of always wearing clean knickers in case you got run over by a bus, and never ever let anyone even see a hint of a bra strap.

"God. Darling, you have to come shopping with me. I'm hopeless at this." I came, and pointed to the bra and knickers she'd bought and worn once for a birthday of mine. She grimaced. "For work?"

"Dear, I still don't understand how far you're going with this. You know I love you, not your cloths. Yet I think you heard what he said. Its your call." She flushed and picked it up. It was, of course, invisible under the vest and cloths she was wearing, but I could tell she was still nervous about it. We got the kids ready and with our nannies arrival, both went to work.



The Experiment Ch. 03



Dear Reader – You must read "The Experiment – Part 1 and 2" – to know the unfolding situation, and what has happened up to where this part picks up.

We hatched a fun plan for the weekend before John came back from the west coast. Trish had the idea that we should all head up to northern Maine for the weekend and shack up as she called it. An evening telephone call to John on Thursday verified that he was free all weekend.

John got back from LA on the red eye Friday morning. Trish had left a key for him so he could get into the house and catch up on his sleep. Loren, Trish and I left work around noon, although I was missing the newly minted wine-after-work tradition hosted by Jim as well as leaving a huge pile of undone things. Louise pushed me out the door about 12:30 and told me to go have a great weekend. Why did she always give me a knowing wink?

Loren got to the house first and found John asleep on the couch in the family room. He wanted to play, but Loren told him he had to wait until after we arrived at the cabin. Trish pulled in a few minutes later, and I was fifteen minutes behind her. We tossed all our stuff into the SUV and drove the four hours up into the western Maine mountains. We stopped for dinner and souvenir shopping along the way, so it was dark when we checked in and rented the cabin.

The log cabin was down a long winding driveway with a number of other cabins also nearby. I think we were the only people there that weekend. The cabin had one large central room with an open wood-beamed ceiling. A moose head hung from one wall as well as a number of stuffed fish from the lake the cabin faced. There were a couple of tables and several over stuffed sofas centered on a large stone fireplace. A bookshelf held an older selection of books and National Geographic magazines, as well as a dozen or so board games. Off to one side were a couple of bedrooms that shared a bathroom, and on the other side of the camp was a kitchen. There was a sleeping loft up stairs with a balcony looking down into the living room. The area around the cabin was heavily wooded except for the view of the lake. 

The temperature was considerably colder than the suburbs. We each brought in a large supply of firewood from the common pile. I can remember there was a full moon the night we arrived. We all walked down to the edge of the lake and looked with awe at the beauty of the moon reflecting across the lake. Further, there were so few lights in the area that the stars were brilliant – even with the bright moon; we could clearly see the Milky Way and all the major constellations right down to the horizon.

After we got back to the cabin, our fire had warmed the inside nicely. We pulled one of the double mattresses out the loft and put it on the floor in front of the fireplace. We loaded up on blankets and pillows and then we all shed our clothing and got onto our loving bed. We paired up: John with Trish and me with Loren. John was revved up from his trip and a week with only self-induced orgasms (as he told us on the drive up), so he quickly started to pet and stroke. 

Trish was sympathetic to his plight and so humored his rush to cum. At one point she sat astride him in the reverse woman-on-top position facing Loren and me. We'd been petting and alternately sucking each other's vital parts as we watched the two of them in action. It was the best porn in town. Given the size of the town, it was most likely the only porn in town.

We could clearly see Trish rising and falling atop John's cock. She would rise until John was almost ready to fall out of her cunt and even the mushroom head was partially visible, then she would pause for a few seconds, and then she'd plunge downward, spearing herself with his entire length until he was as deep as possible inside her body. She'd pause again, milking his cock with her internal muscles, and then repeat the process. She was making little moaning and groaning sounds that changed depending on where in the cycle she was. John was panting and affirming that she was the best piece of ass he'd ever had.

John didn't last long with that kind of attention. His vocalizations became louder and louder, and finally he announced to all that he was cuming. His back arched and he thrust upward into Trish's down stroke. The two of them came together – their arched bodies lit by only the glow from the fire in the reflected reds and oranges that amplified the visual impact of the hot body coupling.

Loren moved over beside them and held Trish in position atop John's cock. She then leaned down to where their bodies were joined together and proceeded to tongue the union, first licking John's sack up to where his penis penetrated Trish, and then going further along Trish's cunt – sucking in the juices the two of them had produced with special attention to Trish's clitoris. Trish and John's eyes got very big as they felt her ministrations. 

I moved up behind Loren and rubbed her backside with one hand. She wiggled her bottom at me in an inviting fashion and I accepted the invitation. I worked by dick into Loren's pussy and started to pump – holding onto her hips for leverage and deeper penetration. I could reach down and fondle Loren's pendulous breasts and reach across and also fondle Trish's breasts and body. I did both.

Loren did not stop her oral attention to John and Trish, nor did the two of them decouple. By now they were watching Loren and me start on our journey. I had not used this position too often and now, in the dim light from the fire, realized the exposure of Loren's anal opening. I spit on my fingers and then gently, as I continued pumping into her cunt, inserted two fingers into her ass. 

Loren's back arched in simultaneous surprise and orgasm. She wailed a long, "Oooooooooh." I continued to thrust with both my cock and fingers into each hole. She was wreathing beneath me, her ass elevated to allow me access to her holes and her head now only inches from where John's penis continued to reside in Trish's vagina. I burned the sight picture of that event into my head so I'd never forget it.

I realized I was cuming and signaled to Loren. She thrust back into me harder and harder, so that I would drive deeper into her body. Seconds later I exploded and heard her again start her wail and "oooooh-ing". When I was through ejaculating into her pussy, I pulled out. Loren remained in her ass high position for another thirty seconds; I watched with fascination as a trickle of my cum started to drip out of her pussy and run down her lips. I dipped two fingers into the cream pie I had just made in her cunt. She looked back and smiled.

Finally, we all collapsed onto the mattress, each of us holding our "date". Trish and I touched one another across the intervening bodies to clearly signal our continued love. We all rubbed and touched in the after-glow of good sex, the warmth from the fire, and I fell asleep.

I guess I wasn't alone in taking a nap. Three other sleeping lovers were crowded onto the mattress in front of the fireplace. I guess I'd been asleep for an hour or so when I awoke. I was slightly cold. The fire had died down. I rose and put a couple of more logs on the fire, but in the process I inadvertently woke the others. 

Everyone was beat from traveling or over work for the week, so we all headed off to bed – John with Trish and me with Loren. None of us bothered to dress. Of course in a few minutes the bed springs from the two sleeping rooms started to squeak in that rhythmic tempo of aggressive fucking. We'd all left the doors open to capture some of the heat – and to share the sounds we knew we'd make. Occasionally, Loren and I could hear panting or moaning from the other bed. We fell asleep exhausted and fucked out.

The next morning I awoke at the crack of dawn full of nervous energy and having an anxiety attack I guess. I threw on some clothes and went out in the living room. I rebuilt the fire to take the morning chill off the cabin, put on a jacket and then went outside to take a walk. There was ice in the puddles on the ground. I had a lot to think about.

My mind was exploding with what was happening in my life and I was having trouble dealing with it. I loved the sex – finally in my life I think I was getting enough! I was still grappling with Trish fucking John so readily and so frequently and reflecting on what that meant to me and to our marriage.

On the other hand, I loved the growing relationship with Loren and sexually I would be hard put to find someone other than Trish that was so exciting. Did foursomes last? Did threesomes last? Was there anyone I could talk to about this situation with? No, no one would believe it anyway. If I told Dave, my best friend, he'd be blown away but not be a source of advice. Plus, he was pretty conservative and I'd probably lose him as a friend. Did I really want advice or did I want an audience? 

My brain was going a thousand miles an hour again, churning these questions and their implications over and over again.

I probably walked about three miles as the sun finally found the sky over the mountains. I found one trail after another, but staying close to the shore of the lake we were on. When I got back near the cabin, I sat on a rock overlooking the lake. It was all too beautiful. I cried. I cried not only because of the tension, churning and stress from the new sexual relationships we'd forged over the past couple of weeks, but also because of the stress from the new job. I discounted the latter, but in hindsight, it was a major factor in my temporary breakdown.

Loren found me. She didn't say anything. She just came up behind me and hugged me. I couldn't stop crying. Here I was on this weekend trip, one purpose being to flaunt my maleness yet here I was with a crying jag on and highly vulnerable. I finally got my act together. We still hadn't said anything, other than her saying words of comfort as she hugged me and put my head on her shoulder and cradled me.

After I'd been quiet for a while, she asked if I wanted to talk about it. At first I shook my head no, but then I started to toss out the worries and questions that were vexing me that morning, including my concern for her and her life. After I'd finished describing all the things that I was churning about, she kissed me very tenderly and then moved to hold my hands and look directly at me.

"First off," she said, "I come into this foursome knowing what I am getting myself into. You don't need to worry about me. Someday I'll move on, but right now I need this and I need you. I don't want you to think about the future – just think 'today' – live in the now." She tenderly kissed me. "You have nicely filled a very empty space for me – far better than I could have imagined when John suggested I come with him a few weeks ago to meet you guys. Yes, I'm in love with you and I also love Trish and John. And," she emphasized, "I have no plans for the future other than making you happy and keeping all of us together – happily!" 

She went on, "You are two weeks into a new job that is very demanding and stressful. I can't imagine the stress you are under. You, Mr. Macho, are trying to minimize the impact that is having on you. Don't. Stress is bad and you need an outlet. Part of why you're feeling low is due to the stress."

Lastly, she said, "I've known John for years. He doesn't have a malevolent bone in his body. What you see is what you get. He has pledged to keep you and Trish together, but to be a part of your lives. He means it. I'm there too – I don't want to do anything to pull you two apart and I'd flee if I thought this was anything other than a loving group relationship. John doesn't want to supplant you as her spouse; he doesn't want you guys to separate and neither do I. He really does love both of you – and you as a couple. If he thought, or even sensed, that he was a divisive force in your relationship, he'd leave – and so would I."

I felt better and nodded as Loren unfolded these points to me. She have a level of objectivity that I'd clearly lost since all of this popped up. We talked some more.

Loren then took my hand and pulled it to her breasts inside her jacket. She had no bra on so I could feel the generous firmness of her through the cotton material of her top. Even though we were having this serious discussion, I couldn't resist the temptation to start massaging until the nipples were erect. Further, my hands were cold – I could tell by the warmth of her as we sat there. We both smiled at each other and kissed some more. 

I felt immeasurably better having shared my worries. My burden was lighter already. Further, I knew now that Loren was the person I could come and talk to about what was going on and after this she'd be my impartial friend. She was a supporter. She wouldn't judge – even though she was in the relationship too. I guess I wasn't sure I'd get an impartial view from Trish.

Loren pulled me up and we started walking back to the cabin arm in arm. 

We crept into the cabin that was now nice and warm from the fire I'd built over an hour before. We thought Trish and John were still asleep but then we heard a slow rhythmic squeaking from that bed and knew they were having a morning fuck. 

Loren pulled me into our alcove and pulled the clothes from both our bodies. Soon we too were having intercourse, both of us with tears in our eyes and expressions of deep love on our faces. We both whispered words of adoration and affection to one another as we built towards our morning orgasm. We'd had other more dramatic climaxes in our short relationship, but this seemed unusual in its tenderness and love. We did both come together and collapse again into each other's arms, lying on our sides and stroking each other.

Eventually we heard Trish and John in the kitchen, so we both got up, took turns in the bathroom and dressed in warm clothes. Then we joined the group and started our breakfast routine with some of the groceries we'd brought with us.

The cabin and camp were wonderful. We went hiking. I showed everyone the trails I'd found around the lake. In the afternoon, we hiked up Bald Mountain where the vista was spectacular. We made it back down just before dark. 

We went back to the cabin and had wine and cheese on the deck as we watched the rising moon reflecting on the lake. We all sat outside with our winter wear on, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

I reflected that I had felt so blue that morning and now here I was laughing and thoroughly enjoying the whole scene – the foursome, sex, friends, love, intimacy ... Everything now felt right. I thought of the Robert Browning quote I'd learned in school; "God's in his heaven, all's right with the world." I truly felt wonderful.

We had dinner at one of the few open restaurants in the nearby town. Our festive spirits continued and even spread to others in the establishment. 

When we returned to the cabin, John carried firewood in while I again build a roaring fire in the main room. We coupled up and then started necking and petting on the couch. Soon we all slid off the couch onto the mattress on the floor in front of the fireplace. Each of us lost most of our clothes in the process. 

I discovered that Loren was not wearing any underwear at all. She gave me an impish grin as I started to fondle her breasts and then reached to unzip her blue jeans and found nothing underneath but skin. 

"I didn't want to slow you down," she said. I pulled the pants off and then quickly stripped my own clothing off. 

John and Trish were right beside us in their own world. John was sucking on Trish's naked breasts. She had her head back with her eyes closed enjoying the stimulation. The fireplace cast a warm orangey glow over all of us. Breasts and other interesting crevices all looked much more intriguing and inviting in the resulting shadows as our bodies twisted and turned into one another.

Trish turned to me and embraced me too, whispering her love and affection for me in my ear as she nibbled on my lobe and ran her tongue around inside it. I stroked and caressed her breasts with one hand and worked to undo her jeans with the other. Soon I had stripped her too. John and Loren were standing on their knees French kissing behind us.

Trish reached down and stroked my hardening cock. In seconds it was standing straight out from me. She dropped to her knees and engulfed my rod, a little at a time until she had brought all of it into her mouth and throat. She worked me until I was worried I'd waste a load down her throat.

She announced, "I want two cocks in me." Then to Loren, "Can I borrow both of these guys for a few minutes?" Loren smiled and pushed John in our direction. Trish then pushed me onto my back and unceremoniously mounted me – her erect breasts stroking my chest as she purposefully tried to keep my arousal high.

John came up behind her. Trish produced a tube of KY jelly from a bag on the side table and passed it back to John. I could feel him lubricating her anal opening, and then seconds later, through Trish, I could feel it as he started his slow and halting penetration of her ass. She winced a bit as he went in, then appeared to relax. 

I could feel the greatly increased pressure inside her as his cock worked its way into her chamber. She was now being double fucked, our cocks slowly making small thrusts with only the peritoneum separating our pleasure tools. Trish was arched back over me in a paroxysm of double pleasure. Almost every stroke John or I made triggered a small orgasm. Loren came over and she and I stroked and sucked on Trish's breasts. John could reach across and stroke Loren as he gradually increased the length of his thrusts into Trish's ass.

We both reached what appeared to be a pleasing rhythm to her. She wasn't talking but rather was emitting shrill sounds of pleasure and moans as our cocks triggered off round after round of mini-orgasms. John and I talked about our progress towards our own goals across her shoulder. Loren reached down in the tight space between the two of us and was using a finger on Trish's clit. Trish was in heaven.

After a few moments of this stimulation, Trish started to have larger orgasms – and then the really giant of them all started to build. She did announce its imminent arrival in a panting voice. "Oh god, oh god, oh god – I'm going to explode. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." She was now covered in sweat and glistening in the orange light from the fire. 

As her breath grew shorter and noisier, my own orgasm started its arrival. I started to pant and told John I was close. He said he was too. Loren moved up to John and started to lick and suck on his nibbles, all the while humping the hand he wasn't supporting himself with at her pussy. 

Trish's back then arched even further and she screamed. In two mighty thrusts she dropped and glued her pussy to my cock for maximum penetration. I could feel the muscles in her cunt electrically rippling back and forth. Almost immediately, John made three or four majestic thrusts into her ass as he exploded - his panting and sharp intake of breath announcing his climax. Loren actually moaned as John extracted his finger from her. John fell atop Trish and me; Loren wrapped around the three of us which was very nice since her breasts were within reach of my mouth.

I don't think any of us moved for several minutes. We all just savored our heavens and the rapture engendered by each other's bodies. We were all in touch on so many levels – mind, body and spirit were all one in those rare moments.

Gradually, we unraveled from one another. We all kissed and hugged and then cuddled closely with our lovers while we rested. I gravitated to Loren – my confidant and lover for the day. I asked if she wanted equal treatment – with a grin. She broke our whispered silence with a laugh, and said "Not tonight. But in the not too distant future, yes, I want to experience that." She emphasized the last 'that'. 




The Experiment Ch. 03



Loren admitted that she was amazed that Trish, the staid housewife and modest technology analyst was such a slut, such a hedonist, such a wanton woman to demand two cocks in such an outrageous sexual performance. Trish leaned over and gave Loren a long and lingering soul kiss with deep tongue penetration; as the kiss broke, she said "Thank you for your kind words. When your time comes, I want to be there to help you feel what I felt. It'll blow your mind – really, really blow your mind. And, you should know, I have some taste buds on my tongue that just want to eat up some of your pussy juice – big time."

Before all our sexual escapades had started, I had never seen Trish exhibit any bisexual tendencies. In the past couple of weeks, however, she had distinguished herself in this regard – moving into new territory. Trish's words to Loren were both a surprise and a stimulus as well.

Loren leaned back over and kissed Trish. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she said. The two of them moved away from John and me and embraced. Breasts to breasts and then their thighs started to move up and into each other's pussies with sensuous movements. Some humping began by both nude bodies. 

John and I lay back and watched as the two women started to make love to one another. The two of them quickly forgot that we were there. Now, however, was far and beyond anything I would have expected from her. She and Loren caressed and smoothed each other from head to toe in a mutual exploration of wonderment and tenderness. 

The two of them maneuvered into positions where they could take turns sucking on each others tits, and then, only a moment later they slid further into a "69" position and started licking and sucking on each other's pussies. Both searched with their tongues for the other's clitoris. Success of their searches was evident when first Loren and then Trish wreathed in ecstasy as the other found and focused tongue action on their nub of desire.

The women then focused all their energies on the other – a clear goal being the masturbation of their lover to a glorious climax before they achieved their own. 

Their bodies twisted and turned. Their legs remained open and inviting to the other. Heads twisted and thrust in and out to emulate the most sensitive sexual device they could. Hands smoothed, and then frequently thrust fingers into the willing vagina in rapid in and out fashion while the tongue still administered rough love to the clit and labia.

Perhaps it was because Trish had already had such a stupendous orgasm with two cocks in her body, but she took a more dominant role and was clearly going to outlast Loren. Loren recognized that she was going to be the first to cum; she gradually relaxed and let Trish tend to her with greater focus and without other distractions. Loren's eyes closed, her arms reflexively went to her side as her back arched. She raised her body, particularly her pussy to present it to Trish – legs splayed to the side to afford maximum availability. 

Trish didn't miss a beat. Her hands, fingers and tongue kept up the assault on her dear friend's vagina and clit. Loren arched even more – her breath becoming sharp and audible; her moans becoming more frequent and breaking the silence of the night.

Suddenly, Loren let out a low scream of passion - a huge sigh and moan coupled together into a high pitched keening wail that lasted several seconds. The unnatural arch of her back collapsed, as every muscle in her body seemed to go lax. To avoid the combined pain and pleasure of over-stimulation, her hands searched for Trish's head to hold her away from her slit and stop the attention. Periodically, her head shook from side to side to further under score the ecstasy she was feeling.

Trish slid up Loren's body and totally embraced her, pulling Loren's face to her bosom and smoothing her in a tender and loving gesture. The two women were a work of art wrapped together in the hot glow from the fireplace. John and I glanced at each other and nodded in silent agreement about the display of affection we had just witnessed.

Somehow, here was yet another unforgettable moment. This weekend was delivering them one after another.

After a few moments passed, John and I moved in and cuddled into our lovers for the weekend. Trish unfurled and cuddled into John; Loren shifted her naked body to mold into my willing arms. We leaned into the sofas across from each other – all facing the still raging fire. 

I think the both women fell asleep for a few minutes in our respective arms. There was great contentment in the air.

Loren awoke about ten minutes later with a small jolt. I whispered "I love you" into her ear and she visibly relaxed. Another minute later she opened her eyes and captured my gaze, and said, "I love you too." After a pause, she said, "I want you to make love to me – to fuck me, right here right now."

My body responded. I had been recuperating from the group fuck of Trish, but now my cock re-inflated, particularly with Loren's help as she started to fondle and stroke my hardening rod. Plus, there was the added visual stimulation of Trish stretched out naked against John – her moist pussy on display to the rest of us.

As I reached penetration hardness, Loren pushed me down on my back against the mattress and mounted me – reaching down and holding my cock so that she could lower her dripping pussy to its head, and then slowly slide the rest of the way downward until our pubic bones were pressed together.

I reached up and fondled her breasts – eliciting erect tits in seconds. As she moved in humping motions to create the thrusts of my cock into her, I bent upward to her body until I was able to lick and suck on first one breast and then the other. Except for the squishy sound of our copulating and the crackling sound of the fire, the room was silent. We were working towards our own goal now – our first since we fucked in the morning before breakfast. 

How we had the energy I don't know, particularly Loren after her evident cum with Trish. Nonetheless, we both ground and thrust into each other with the impatience accompanying lovers that need some closure to their day. This was our closure – our own version of perfection for this here and now moment.

I pulled her over onto her hands and knees and rose behind her – my penis never having left its warm nest as we changed position. I then started the slapping motion of my own impatience as my body thrust into her buttocks. The frequency of our slapping increased in tempo, now breaking the relative silence of a few moments ago signaling the urgency we had for each other. 

Loren's heavy breathing and moans started again, sooner than I expected. I think she was already on a higher step – closer to an orgasm – from her session with Trish. My pace increased and she thrust back into me, meeting each forward stroke I made with a backward thrust for deeper penetration. We continued unabated. We were machines programmed to a particular result.

Our efforts continued only another moment more. I felt the start of tightening contractions from within Loren's vagina. At first, I wasn't sure they were there, but then there was no doubt. Her muscles were starting to milk my genitals, pleading for the cum that resided within. I responded by quickening my thrusts and then I felt the presence of that edge – the precipice that I was about to fall over into the heavenly bliss of an orgasm.

Our orgasms arrived simultaneously. Loren's muscles went into hyper-drive and triggered my explosion into her sodden vagina. She fell forward and I collapsed beside her pulling her over into me as a rolled. We remained coupled together.

I nuzzled into her neck and stroked her breasts as I reached around her body, hugging her tightly. Again, I said, "I love you." She turned without breaking our coupling until she could look me in the eye and said, "I love you." We kissed.

We continued to cuddle for a few more minutes. John and Trish apparently had not awoken while we fucked only a few feet from their entwined bodies. I whispered to Loren that we should go to bed and she agreed. We uncoupled and crept into our bedroom area. I got a blanket and took it back into the other room and spread it carefully over John and Trish trying not to wake them. Apparently, I was successful as neither one stirred.

I joined Loren in bed. Neither of us had washed and so we both still carried the lovely aroma of unbridled sex with us into our bed. We both agreed we were very happy. In a few seconds, we were both asleep.

Sunday morning, I awoke to lovely stimulation to my cock. I was getting a classic morning blowjob from someone under the covers. I laughed. It couldn't possibly be comfortable. The covers were weighing down on my benefactor's head and it was dark and probably smelly down there. Yet, my fan continued her ministrations. I reached down and smoothed the hair of my friend – it was Loren. I could tell by the texture and length of her hair.

I let her continue working on my morning woody for a short while. Then, I felt those stirrings that signaled I was progressing towards a predictable conclusion. 

I pulled the covers back to reveal the dark head bouncing up and down on my prick. "Loren, if I'm going to cum I want to cum with you – in you." She didn't stop, but her eyes met mine as if to question how serious I was. I reached down and pulled her up to me. She straddled my legs again and knee-walked up until her slit was centered over my saliva-covered member. She then slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock was just nestled inside her labial lips. She reached down and grabbed me again and massaged herself with my stiff rod. Finally, she lowered herself all the way down – spreading her legs so that she had as much of me inside her as she could. 

I started pumping to meet Loren's motions. I love the woman on top position. I can look at her body, use my hands to feel their breasts, hips, backs or stroke their clits, and if I bend slightly I can lavish kisses and use my tongue on anything within reach.

We both came quickly. We were developing a familiarity that was rewarding in how we loved. I'd come to know the signals her cuntal muscles sent to me as she was near orgasm. These in turn provided significant stimulation – both physical and mental – that stoked me towards orgasm faster than usual. 

I pulled her into a hug after our climaxes, cradling her on my shoulder and bed pillow. We nuzzled each other some more, but she was in "Go" mode and wanted to get the day started with more productive activities than lying around in bed.

We took a shower together in the metal shower enclosure that was slightly smaller than the two of us. We both washed each other's entire bodies several times, enjoying the sensations of being doted upon. Then we toweled each other dry and then rushed to dress in the cool of the morning.

We were the first up. I peeked in to see the state John and Trish were in since we'd made a lot of noise showering and dressing. Both were still out cold. I added logs to the cabin's fireplace and made sure they were catching fire to rid the morning chill. Rather than fix breakfast and really wake our mates, Loren and I put on warm coats, hats and gloves and went out into the autumn morning mist. We walked the trail along the lake edge at a brisk pace for an hour and then returned. The shower was running and after a quick check we could tell both Trish and John were in it.

I cooked our bacon and sausage while Loren set the dining table and tended to juice, muffins and other breakfast details. Trish and John joined us and I started the eggs. Soon we had a feast on the table and we all dove in with aggressive appetites.

Our mood was festive even though our weekend was coming to an end. We laughed and recounted our most embarrassing moments, told stories, played a weak game of tell the truth, and lingered over our coffees.

About noon, we packed up the car, turned in the cabin key and started the trek home. The most memorable weekend in my life was over. Wow!

###

The four of us fell into a blissful life after the cabin weekend. We really had created a "Harrad Experiment". I got increasingly comfortable with John and Trish's relationship, and even encouraged their trysts. 

We were all increasingly busy at work. Trish was promoted again. John left the company he and Trish worked for to capture a better job and double the pay. Loren became group manager of the software group she was in. We were all rolling along in our careers and our lives.

Loren sold her condo and moved in with us for a month while the builder was completing her new place. Trish and I hated to see her leave for her own place when she did; we had become so accustomed to her being around and being part of our extended family. Further, life was so much easier when she lived with us – meals were more pleasant and less of a task, wine time was more fun, the kids basked in the extra attention. And, of course, the sex was wonderful; most nights Loren slept with us in the big bed after we'd made love. 

Until John changed jobs he came by just about every night. We would indulge in a threesome or foursome depending on who was around. Occasionally, Loren and I would both be away and he and Trish could enjoy the resulting twosome – with our blessing. After his new job started, John only made it by two or three times a week. 

There were some noteworthy escapades we did during the next year or two. For instance, we all decided we should play teenagers, go to a drive-in movie and fuck each other's brains out. We took the SUV since it was the largest car we had between the four of us. Things worked fine for the couple in the back seat, but the couple in front could not contend with the center console, so halfway through the movie after Loren and I had successfully fucked twice, we changed seats with John and Trish who then went at it. At one point, a couple of teenagers walked past the car and looked in at them. Their jaws dropped, they gapped, and then walked on probably to tell their friends what they just saw. John and Trish never missed a beat. We all decided that having our love sessions in the house was more comfortable and easier. 

One time Loren's married sister from California came east for a visit. Her name was Devon and she was only a year older than Loren. According to Loren, she quickly figured out that Loren had some sort of unusual relationship going on and insisted on meeting everyone and assuring her sister's well being. The five of us got together for dinner at our house. The four of us enthralled Devon; after watching the chemistry between us for two minutes she put it all together. She and Loren suddenly disappeared out to our porch for a sisterly pow-wow. In half an hour, I brought coffee and tea to the sisters who were both smiling and laughing by now.

With great aplomb, Loren stood and came up to me and kissed me. "This is my lover", she announced to her sister. Devon smiled and rose too; she also kissed me and said "thank you. Do you have room for one more this week?" I shot Loren a glance and she laughed, hugging the two of us. 

"Yes," Loren said, "my sister wants to join in. I told her we had to check with the rest of the group." Needless to say, the rest of the group approved too.

That night we had a "fivesome". John and I paid special attention to our new guest. That was easy to do, for she was out of the same mold that Loren was – both in terms of beauty as well as brains and personality. She had the same orgasmic capabilities that her sister had, including those amazing cuntal muscles that automatically went into action just prior to a climax to milk the cum from our cocks. We made sure she was always in good hands as the rest of us made love. We all fucked like minks the rest of her visit; she went home happy and content that all was well with our group. She was clear that she wanted to come back and participate again – soon!

Another noteworthy time, John was asked to entertain one of his new company's clients from Atlanta. The guy pointedly asked John to arrange dates for the two of them so they could do some real socializing. Since I was in Washington at the time, John asked Trish and Loren if they wanted to go – and they both agreed. Loren and Trish drew straws to see who would be this guys "date." Trish lost.

After work and dropping the kids off for an overnight, Trish and Loren dressed up in high fashion outfits with quite a bit of make-up, flare and sex appeal. Both wore spike heels and very short skirts that amplified their good-looking legs. Tops were brief and emphasized their breasts. 

They met John and Chris, the client, at a lounge in the City. After a few drinks and a lot of flirting the four of them went to dinner. Dinner was a brief endeavor, after which the four headed to a nightclub that was just getting into high gear. The four danced, occasionally trading off partners. 

There was a lot of flirting going on, especially by Chris towards Trish. With John's encouragement, Trish really put the make on Chris. Less than an hour later, Chris suggested that the four of them head to his hotel room for some more intimate drinks and dancing. Everyone understood this code. They followed Chris and entered his suite at a nearby hotel.

To help get things started Loren and John started making out on the sofa. John was visibly feeling Loren's breasts and smoothing her thighs up her short skirt. This motivated Trish and Chris to move things along even faster. In only a few minutes clothes started to fly and soon Trish was on her knees sucking Chris' rod. Loren and John repeated the action only a few feet away; they then coupled and started a slow fuck as they watched the show going on before them. 

As Chris came, Trish directed his cum to her breasts, and then she massaged the cream into her skin commenting on its value as a skin emollient. Chris was blown away. Trish sucked him back to life and then mounted him with a string of slang and dirty encouragements that told him in no uncertain terms he was going to fuck the living daylights out of her. He did! 

Chris wanted a return engagement two nights later. John had to explain that Trish's husband was a very unforgiving guy prone to violence and that Chris did not want to get further involved. Fortunately, he let the matter drop, but not before giving John's company a huge order that resulting a significant bonus for John. 

Trish was chagrined when she told me the story later. She expected I'd be mad; I was in a good mood and wasn't the least bit bothered – in fact, I was rather turned on at hearing about the whole encounter. She couldn't believe she had behaved like such a slut. I laughed, kissed her, and told her she was my slut. We went and have wild sex as she recounted some of the details of her 'night out'.


###

The first step in the unraveling of our foursome came a year and a half later on a Monday night. I arrived home to find Loren and Trish in the living room with a box of Kleenex before them; Loren was sobbing and Trish was comforting her. I sat down next to Loren and also held her, asking what was wrong.

It gradually came out that Loren's company was moving her to California. She had the choice of the opportunity in California or staying in her present job and with the four of us. I empathized with her as I tried to think about what decision I would make. The opportunity, we learned, was better than just relocating to the Bay Area. It would be another promotion, this time to general manager. She would head west coast operations at nearly double her salary. Further, there was a bonus plan, and she'd again be close to her sister and family. She had to let the company know by Friday.

Trish and I calmed her down and told her not to decide until the last moment, and she agreed. In a side moment, I talked to Trish and told her I wanted to take Loren out alone the next night. She understood the chemistry and was fine with it. That night we just held each other and snuggled with the lights dim and the stereo on some fine jazz. Eventually, Loren went home in only slightly better spirits.




The Experiment Ch. 03



Tuesday evening, I picked Loren up at her condo. I presented her a large bouquet of flowers at the door as I kissed her hello. As usual for our outings, she was a knock out. Even several of her neighbors stared at her as I walked this beautiful woman to my car. We drove about twenty minutes to a very intimate little French restaurant. I had arranged everything beforehand, even ordered and pre-paid. We even had a private dining room. 

Loren was still in a low mood. I must admit I was unhappy to see her departure happen too, but I knew she had to take the new job and move on with her life, but during dinner we talked about everything but the job and the four of us. 

Finally, I reached across the table again to hold her hands. "You know you have to make your own happiness – no one can do it for you," I told her. "Sooner or later we knew our experiment would change. We didn't know who or what would change it, but we always knew it would change." She stifled a sob. I had plenty of Kleenex in my pocket.

"Loren, remember the weekend at the cabin a year and half ago? Do you remember what you told me? You said 'Someday I'll move on, but right now I need this and I need you. I don't want you to think about the future – just think 'today' – live in the now.' Well, I've never forgotten it and it has helped me more than you'll ever know." I was starting to cry too.

I went on, "Now is your time to move on. We've given you all we can. All the signals are saying 'yes, this is it!' This isn't a marginal offer that you might turn down. This is the platinum platter of job offers. They don't come any better. Promotion. Responsibility. Pay increase. Bonus. Family. Nice people all around. Wow! Double Wow! You have to do this." Loren sobbed some more. A waiter started to come in to the private room, sized up the situation, and beat a hasty retreat.

"Then there's this," I offered, "airfares being what they are we can easily travel back and forth and see each other. This'll just become a long distance relationship – only they'll be four of us involved." Loren sobbed and sniffled, her red eyes looking at me with a pleading that made me sob too. We both were going through my supply of Kleenex.

"Each of us loves you in our own way. I know if there were ever anyone else in the world that I would want to live my life with it would be you. The three of us – John, Trish and I – each feel we've been holding you back. You needed sanctuary after your other relationship ended, but that's well past now. You are stronger than you realize. It's time to come out of hiding. You have to find more permanent footing than we offer."

I went on, clutching her hands across the table, "I thought the experiment would be enough for all of us, but I've come to realize that it short changes you and John. Trish and I have each other – we've been married for sixteen years and will remain married until we die. We always have that core relationship to fall back on. You and John are bonuses in our relationship. We never thought we'd get to love two other people so much; most people never do, and certainly never in the setting we created."

"Both you and John have talked about creating relationships like you see Trish and I have. This is the time for you to move in that direction. There's no relationship there right now, just a new job in a new locale. You can go a reinvent yourself. You'll find new friends – new lovers; one of them is just waiting for you." 

"Will we miss you?" I sobbed. "Oh God, yes, more than you'll ever know." I couldn't go on I was crying so hard. Loren too was sobbing once again. The pile of used Kleenex was growing.

After that we were quiet for a while mostly staring at the empty table. Both of us kept sniffling and trying to recompose ourselves. I finally got up and moved over in a kneeling position next to Loren, hugging her to the maximum that I could. "Oh, I love you so. I will miss you, but you have to go and do this." 

We stayed like that for a while – me kneeling and hugging her. Gradually our crying subsided. Then I knew it was time to leave. I'd prepaid the bill so all we had to do was slip out the side door of the room we were in and drive into the night.

I stayed with Loren that night at her place. Trish knew I'd be away; she'd even packed an overnight kit for me. 

Loren and I made love – it turned out for the last time that night. There were just the two of us in the world for that night. We just cuddled and caressed, copulating over and over, finally making love just at first light. I then got up, dressed and was gone. I'd said my good bye. I didn't see her again.

Trish said that Loren came by the house the next night while I was in Washington. The two of them made love – alone for the first and last time. Trish didn't see her again after that either.

We learned from John that Loren accepted the offer on Thursday and was on a plane to SFO on Friday morning. He'd said his good byes too, also in a teary ceremony.

A few weeks later, John, Trish and I packed up her condo at her request and put things safely onto a moving van that headed west. I don't know that Loren ever came east again – although I'm sure she did. Three years later, we heard through the grapevine that she'd married a widow with three young kids. She was still the GM of her company's operations and her career was thriving. 

John, Trish and I grew comfortable in our threesome. If the grandparents were watching the kids I might walk in the door from work at 7:00 or 8:00 pm to find Trish sitting on the kitchen counter being eaten out by John, or the two of them fucking in the media room, or John receiving a blow job while dinner cooked on the stove. I reveled in the wantonness of such events. Of course, other times they were just sitting there having a glass of wine and waiting for me to help start the festivities. 

If John came late to the house from his work, he might find the two of us in the media room watching porn, or fucking each other's brains out, or me going down on Trish as she waited for her double fucking. Our white furry comforter was being well used.

Then, quite suddenly, the rest of our "Harrad Experiment" came to an end. John was transferred to Philadelphia. Our threesome ended. 

We had a much less teary send off than we'd had with Loren. After she'd left, we all knew this would end some time. John's divorce had long since been completed. Trish and I had talked about how we were holding him back now and that he should go find something permanent. The sex was a big magnet, but Trish politely told us both before John left that his departure was the end of the experiment; it was now time for all of us to return to a more normal life – whatever that meant.

So when the time came, we were supportive of John's move and let things happen the way they appeared ready to. We lived in the 'now' for a while to get through the separation, and then we settled nicely back into suburbia and became the staid couple with kids that everyone always thought we were.

John married about seven years later. At the time, Trish and I were living in Europe on overseas assignments. We met him and his wife for dinner once when we were back in the States and they were a lovely couple. I wonder what she through about the two of us; I'm sure John had confided in her about the nature of our relationship. Nothing was said however.

I'd learned a lot in those three years. I learned I had to set the ones I loved free. I learned it was better not to try to cling to the past. I learned that I had to relish the memories of the good times with those I love and not worry about whether there will be future ones – there will be! I learned to live in the now – not trying to live in the past or worrying about the future. I learned to give love away as much and as often as I could for it always came back to me multiplied in kind. Lastly, I learned that time does wound all heels. In some other life in some other universe, our foursome still continues – our experiment continues.

Always in front of me, a constant reminder of those years is the executive pen set that John and Loren presented me with when I had that momentous promotion. I see it every day and smile.

###



The Experiment Ch. 04



Bill stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes not knowing what he should do. He had just sucked a stranger’s dick and had enjoyed every moment of it. He also told this stranger a lot about himself he did not want anyone else to know. 

Bill hated fags and thought they were of the devil. Even though he had experiences with his older brother and his friend those were all during childhood and did not count. What disturbed him was his recent cock sucking did count.

Bill also did not like the fact he had told Doug about his habit of regularly either saving his cum after masturbation or else shooting off directly into much of the food he prepared. He did this both for his family and for friends. In fact his barbeque sauce was always a hit and he always refused to tell the secret ingredients. He also did not like the fact that he loved to see his daughter naked.

Bill could still taste Doug’s sperm that he had swallowed. “Gee, I sure hope he does not have any diseases,” he said as he got into his car for the drive home. But even as he tasted the residue of Doug’s sperm he felt his own cock begin to swell.

No one was home when he got there. His teenage daughter had band practice and his wife was working late. He was going to prepare lasagna. He knew he would be able to muster some of his secret ingredient particularly after what happened today.

Bill and his wife were not on the best terms. She was always at work and seldom was ever interested in sex. It was not like this when they married 20 years ago but now they were each going their own way it seemed.  Ann, their 18 year old daughter was doing quite well and would graduate this year. She would then be off to college and Bill would miss her.

As Bill prepared the food it was time for the sauce. He put most of the ingredients in the sauce pan and then pulled off his shorts. He pulled on his dick and as he did so he began to think of sucking Doug and his erection quickly occurred. He did not like the fact that these thoughts were turning him on but he did want to finish the sauce before anyone arrived home. As he pumped himself he remembered Doug’s cum hitting him in the back of the throat and then gulping it down.  This picture along with his hand work was enough to spew and good helping of cum into the sauce pain. Bill let this simmer while he went and took a shower. However, before he took the shower he found a small notebook and began his journal.

“Today I was making lasagna. I needed a good load of cum so I began to masturbate. I began to think about sucking Doug’s dick and it was enough to produce a nice helping of cum for the sauce. The sauce is now simmering and I‘m sure my wife and daughter will love it.”

“Gee Dad this is great lasagna,” Ann said later that evening.

“Thanks,” Bill said with a large grin. “Glad you like it, I am really glad you like it.”

During the next week Doug sat at his computer refining his programs. He had a multi-track recorder on his computer and could add or subtract various sounds from his musical subliminal composition. He planned on visiting Kathy soon and could not wait to find out how her confession went. He also wondered how Bill was doing with the cooking.

Kathy spent the week mostly working and then masturbating several times a day. She continued to find it pleasant to leave her panties at home. She even found some ways of touching herself at her desk so no one could. Everyone thought Kathy was the same conservative person she had always been and this is what Kathy wanted them to believe. But Kathy had changed. She was even learning how to tolerate the guilt and even using the guilt to increase her pleasure. 

Father John was not having a good week. He had long ago given up sex and thought he had conquered his libido but now because of Kathy it had returned with a vengeance. He had masturbated three times during the week because he kept getting erections. Father John did not have a large penis and this along with the fact he often wore a robe aided in hiding these frequent erections.

On Tuesday evening Doug returned to Kathy to check her journal.

“Hi Kathy. What have you got for me today,” Doug said as he entered her apartment.

“Hi Doug,” Kathy said as she handed him her journal. Kathy almost immediately felt a burning in her pussy as Doug read.  She both love and hated the reaction that Doug’s presence elicited in her body. Doug was very interested in her confession with Father John. He had a theory that priests used a good deal of reaction formation themselves and wondered about the dynamics of a young priest’s sexuality.

“You mean you masturbated in the confessional,” Doug asked in amazement. He was surprised she had gone that far.

“Yes,” Kathy replied. 

“What did Father John say?” Doug asked as he noted Kathy’s hand had moved between her legs.

“He said that sex is normal but I should control it. It’s funny because he seemed real nervous during the confession.  For a long time after I told him I was cumming he did not say anything except I heard him moaning. It really turned me on to hear that. I don’t what he was doing,” Kathy said.

Doug wondered what Father John was doing also but he had more of a clue than did Kathy.

“Are you wearing any panties?”

“No.”

“Then let me see your pussy,” Doug commanded.

Kathy raised her dress and Doug could admire the pink lips of her pussy.

Kathy watched as Doug pulled out his hard cock. 

“Come over here and lick my cock as I read the rest of your report.”

Kathy had never sucked a cock. The closest was one time she was being punished by Sister Mary by having to stand naked in the Church. Father Bob would usually show to chastised them and in the process show her his hard cock blaming it on her pussy. She just remembered that he would sometimes make them kiss it and several times she tasted a drop pre-cum on it. 

As Kathy moved toward Doug’s cock she could see the drop of pre-cum on it. She licked that off and began sucking like she would a pop cycle. This seemed to be okay with Doug and he continued to read her reports of frequent masturbation. 

As Doug finished the report he reached down and moved Kathy’s head back. He gripped his dick and began to pump allowing its head to remain in contact with Kathy’s lips. As Doug got close he began to moan and suddenly his cock sprayed cum all over Kathy’s lips and face. 

“With a little bit of practice you will be a great cock-sucker Kathy,” Doug said as he wiped the last bit of cum onto Kathy’s chin.

One part of Kathy felt totally disgusted that she would let a man do this to her. She felt totally degraded. But then her pussy overruled and as Doug sat and watched she rubbed herself into a fantastic orgasm as she licked his cum off her face. 

“Oh Doug, it feels so good!” she said as she hump her hand on the floor.

She looked up and saw that Doug was delighted with her show.

Doug thought about Father John’s reaction to Kathy’s display as he drove to the park to meet Bill. He felt there might be something in those moans that Kathy heard and where better to find a defensive posture of reaction formation than in a celibate priest.

Doug walked up the path of the park near the mall and there was Bill sitting on a bench.

“Hi Bill, Do you have something for me?” Doug said as he greeted Bill.

“Yes here is my journal that you instructed me to keep,” Bill said feeling very strange even being here talking to this man.

Doug sat down and began to read. He saw that Bill had been busy over the past week. He had prepared five meals that contained his special juice. Doug also noted that in each of these times Bill had fantasized either about sucking Doug’s cock or else his daughter Ann standing naked before him. 

“Very interesting Bill,” Doug commented. “I guess everyone liked the food?”

“Oh, yes they all loved it,” Bill said.

“So with all this sperming in food when do you fuck your wife?” Doug asked Bill.

“We seldom have sex. The last time was six months ago,” Bill answered.

“Oh, I see how you have the time for whacking off,” Doug said.

“When did you last see your daughter naked?” 

Bill thought a moment. These questions were disturbing in a strange sort of way. “I guess it was last week. She was going swimming and I walked in on her just before she was putting on her bikini,” Bill said.

“How much of her did you see?” Doug asked.

“I saw all of her. She was standing up and I had a perfect view,” Bill replied.

“Was her pussy shaven and did it have hair?”

“It had a small strip of hair right above the slit and that was all,” Bill could feel his face flushed pink as he answered Doug questions. Bill also found a very disturbing pressure in his pants as his cock began to become erect.

“How does she react to you when you walk in on her,” Doug asked.

“Last time she just said hi daddy and put on her bikini.”

“She ever see you naked.”

“Not really,” Bill answered wondering how his daughter would react if she saw him with an erect cock.

“Ok, Bill keep up the good work on the journal. Remember anything about sex and you write it down. Got it?” Doug said as he got up to leave.

“Yes, I will,” Bill said as he watched his new friend walk down the sidewalk to his car.

Father John continued to have major conflicts over his newly discovered sexuality. There were many problems being debated related to sex and the priesthood.  Father John did not know who he could trust in this matter. He knew that some priests were homosexual and he knew about the few priests who had molested young boys. Father John would kill himself before he hurt anyone but he needed to talk to someone. He was afraid of being labeled a pervert and he was tired of always having an erection. He finally decided there was only one person he could trust in this matter. It was not another priest but Sister Teresa. 

He had known Sister Teresa for about 7 years. She was in her 40’s and had always been most helpful to him. She was considered a bit of a radical and he felt she would be just the kind of person he could both trust. He felt she had been around a bit and she could advise him on how to handle this situation.

She worked in a Church nearby so he made arrangements the next day to visit her.

“Hi Sister,” he said as they hugged.

“What brings you here Father?” Sister Teresa said as she greeted her friend. 

“Just a friendly visit but I do have something I am hoping you can help me with.”

“I will do anything I can,” she said.

“It is a most sensitive matter and I don’t know who else I can trust on this,” Father John explained. “If you don’t feel like this is a good idea I will go to someone else.”

“You can talk to me about anything you want, anything at all. Let’s go up to my study. It will be totally private and no one will interrupt us,” she said as they walked up the stairs.

“Now tell me what is so sensitive?” she asked as they sat in her study.

Father John told her briefly about Kathy and the fact that she had masturbated during confession in the confessional.

Sister Teresa listened very attentively.

“What really bothers me,” Father John continued, “is and I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just go ahead and tell me,” Sister Teresa was very interested.

“While I listened to that young woman my penis became erect and what is worst as she moaned I ejaculated right there in the confessional,” Father John said. 

Sister Teresa was not really prepared for this story. She was also surprised by the effect it was having on her. 

“Since that time I continue to have erection and the only way I can rid myself of them is to masturbate. I even have an erection right now while I am telling this to you.”

Sister looked down at Father John’s pants and noted a large bulged.

Father John could see her looking and became even more embarrassed.

“You don’t have to feel so uncomfortable talking to me about this,” Sister said attempting to be supportive. However, the Sister was also finding this a bit uncomfortable. What was making it uncomfortable was not the subject matter so much as the stirrings she was feeling inside her.

“I feel so badly about all of this. How can I help people and be a priest if I go around with a hard-on all the time. It is really frustrating and the damn thing will not go away until I masturbate. Just look!”  With that Father John pulled down his trousers and stood before Sister Teresa with a hard-on.

“Oh my,” Sister Teresa said as she looked at Father John’s erect cock. It had been a long time since Sister Teresa had seen a hard cock. She looked intently at the swollen member.

“Oh what have I done?” Father John said in complete desperation.

“Don’t worry about it. I have seen a penis before,” Sister Teresa said but she was worrying about it. She was very concerned over a certain wetness she was feeling deep in side her.

“Now what do you have to do to get rid of the erection?” Father asked bringing her out of her own thoughts. 

“The only way I have found is to masturbate like this,” Father John explained and he pumped his dick a few times to demonstrate. 

Sister Teresa very limited experience with men and this had been a long time ago. This was the first time she had seen an erect cock in years and she was totally intrigued.  Other parts of her body were also intrigued.

Sister Teresa quickly composed herself. 

“Maybe we can help each other,” Sister Teresa explained. “I am lacking in knowledge of men and maybe you can show me a few things on the mechanic of masturbation. I teach lots of teenage boys and this would be good for me to know. Then maybe we can work through your current problem.” Sister Teresa felt this would be the perfect opportunity for her to learn about the male body. It was a purely intellectual interest; however, the Sister also knew there was wetness between her legs as she looked at Father John’s erect penis. That wetness wanted something more than Father John’s knowledge of masturbation.

“Come over here,” she directed the Father to a small wash basin.

“Masturbate into this wash basin,” she said.

“I can’t do that,” Father John said.

“Look you can’t leave here with an erection sticking out of your pants. It is not going to hurt anything to go ahead and solve this immediate problem.”

“Ok I guess you are right. And you want to watch?”

“Yes it will be very educational for me,” she said but noticed that her heart was beating much faster and breath had become shallower.

Father John pulled his trousers all the way down and stepped out of them. He walked over the basin and the Sister followed him. He took hold of his cock and looked sheepishly at the Sister.

“Go ahead, we don’t have all day.” She was staring intently at his cock. Sister Teresa resisted the urge to move her hand between her legs.

Father John began to slowly stroke his cock and as he did a thought of Sister Teresa standing before him naked appeared in his mind.

“I can’t do this,” Father John said.

“Why not, what is wrong?” Sister Teresa said.

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“As I stroked my penis my mind formed a picture of you standing naked before me,” he said with a shamed look on his face.

This statement had a strange affect on Sister Teresa. She felt queasy in her stomach. She had never had any problems with the teenage boys she taught but this was a bit different. She also was not use to having her pussy become moist and her clitoris was swollen with a forbidden desire. 

“I know I should not have said that,” Father John said still standing before the basin with his hard cock in his hands.

His words brought the Sister back to the situation. “Oh, I’m sorry. It was just sort of shocking to hear you say that but its okay. We need to work on your problem and I agree it is a very sensitive one.” I have an idea that might make you more comfortable. Just stand there a moment longer.”

With that Sister Teresa slipped into the small bathroom. She could not believe what she was going to do but felt it would be the most helpful thing to Father John. She also had not been this excited in years. In the bath room she removed her panties and walked back into the room.

Father John was now standing before her holding his very hard cock in his hands.

“I think this may help you finish you masturbation and then we can decide the best course of action.” As Sister Teresa said this she pulled up her skirt revealing her rather hairy genitals but her moist pussy lips were plainly visible. She was not prepared for Father John’s reaction.

Father John was standing right in front of the Sister so he had a perfect view. The room was small so he was close enough to almost touch her. When she lifted her skirt and he looked at her pussy he could not help it. He began the most wonderful ejaculation he ever experienced. His cum spewed all over the Sister. It went on her dress, some went on her face, and some even went in her hair. At this point the Father was beyond caring.

Sister was caught unprepared. She had not expected that her showing the Father her genitals would push him over the edge. She was also not prepared for how this surreal experience was affecting her. When she saw Father John gasped as she pulled up her dress she suddenly felt a surge of passionate energy engulf her. It was almost if an evil sensuous demon had possessed her. When his cum splashed on her she felt her pussy begin to pulsate to his rhythm. Her hand immediately found her long neglected clitoris that responded violently to her manipulations. As the Father shot his last load almost directly on to her face with some finding her open mouth, Sister Teresa sank to the floor in the most overwhelming orgasmic fit of passion she had ever known.

They both sat on the floor looking at each other in total disgust and total bliss. 

“Oh my,” was all Sister Teresa could say as sat on the floor.



The Experiment Ch. 04



That night, and the next, we were both skittish and nervous. It was agonising to worry about if the door bell would ring or not. Despite that, or maybe because of it, the sex was fantastic. I took her ass for the very first time, and I have no words to describe the mixed feelings of power, love and pleasure it gave me.

The night after that though, again as we were getting the kids down, the bell rang. She looked at me, suddenly tense. "Can you get it? Better I not in case its not..." Not finishing that sentence was critical. Little ears might wonder at mummy saying "In case its not them and a neighbour sees me in a kinky black mask..."

Feeling my own tension in every muscle in my body I went down to the door. I couldn't help but blink when I opened it. The guy outside was young, though how young was impossible to tell. He slouched, looked sullen, and his voice was almost aggressive, "So Charlie said if I came your wife would let me fuck her."

No beating around the bush with this one. I waved him in, and suddenly depressed, went upstairs. She looked up, a look of concern entering her face probably reflecting my own expression. "Someone to see you dear, someone I haven't met before but is a mutual acquaintance."

She stiffened, stood, and though with a stroke to my chest, walked by without looking at me. "You can ask him to leave." She nodded, but continued walking. I somehow managed to look at the kids and smile, but as I started to read, couldn't help notice her walk past the door hiding something behind her back. She paused at the top of the steps and I knew without a doubt the mask was going over her head.

The kids must have picked up on my state, they were skatty and it took longer than usual to get them to sleep. Feeling even worse than that night earlier in the week I walked down the stairs, opened the door, and walked into our living room.

They were on the sofa, kissing like teenagers. She was uncuffed, but blindfolded, her work blouse open, her vest pulled roughly up and one of his hands was stuffed inside her bra. She had a hand down inside his trousers. I think I could have copped better if she had been tied down naked.

He looked up, and glared at me. "Get lost, you're putting me off my game."

I blinked, shocked. "No. I don't leave her alone."

"Get lost I said, go for a walk, go to the pub, I don't care."

"No." On that I would not budge. I didn't trust this one even a little bit. My wife obviously couldn't hear this exchange, she was kissing his neck passionately. 

"Fuck this, its freaky to have you standing there." He abruptly stood, grabbed his things and stomped off in an obvious strop. More than ever I was certain he wasn't that old.

She looked around, confused. I went to her and gently took the blindfold off.

"What... Where..." She was looking around the room.

"He told me to leave the room, hell, leave the house. I said no. He got in a strop and left."

A range of emotions flashed across her face; disbelief, frustration, annoyance, anger, surprise, acceptance, then finally a smile and eye contact. "Yes... yes of course. It can't be any other way. You have to be there, I want you there. I want you joining in. It wouldn't be right otherwise."

We kissed, then kissed some more. Just as I was starting to think this night wouldn't be so bad after all the phone rang. She jumped up, stroked my cheek, and went to get it. I couldn't make out the conversation. It started to go on, so I got up and sauntered in.

"Yes... Yes I... No... No! Yes..." Her voice kept changing from desperation, to quiet acceptance. There had been more talk from her side at the start that I hadn't heard. I began to get worried, but suddenly she clicked off. 

"Is everything OK?"

Not looking at me she took my hand and pulled me into the living room. Before I understood what was happening she had sat, pulled me down over her lap and started spanking me! I was in shock, not understanding, and just as fast as it started it finished and she pushed me off and ran upstairs crying.

I had jeans on, so frankly though it stung a little I couldn't say I was hurt even a little bit. It was the sheer shock of having been spanked by my wife! More than a little confused I went upstairs.

She was in our dressing room, her face contorted in anger, literally ripping off her cloths.

"Darling?"

"You... you started this!"

"Who was that on the phone?" 

Even as she said it, I knew the answer, "Charlie. He told me how it was going to be. Didn't ask me, didn't sweet talk me, didn't charm me, just calmly told me how it was going to be. His friend is coming back. I've got to get ready for him. I argued with him, he agrees you can stay in the house, even in the room, this time you can't join in. I had to spank you for interfering."

The indignance, even anger at the last two weeks rose up hard. "How dare he! You are my wife, not his property! I will go and tell that young pup to leave then I'll call him and tell him where to get off."

She turned on me, fury on her face. "You will not! You started this, I would have been happy to just be with you, but no! You had to have a threesome, had to see your wife get it on with another man. It woke something in me, something I can't explain. It scares me, but I can't deny it. There's something about this situation that I just can't deny. You started this, you'll live with this!"

My wife never shouted. I'd seen her annoyed, even angry, but she never ever lost control. Yet this was not my fault. "So, we didn't have to do any more. If you didn't like it you should have said. I thought you wanted it."

"I wanted to make you happy. Understand this, I want this, no... I need this. Its like a drug and I will have it. I'm getting on, I'll age soon and the possibility of this will be gone. So live with it."

"No... No... that's not right. You're my wife."

Her eyes literally burned, "And you're my husband. Don't throw you're false piety at me now. Your angry because you aren't in control. Look at you, that first time, you knew how I felt about kissing, yet what's the first thing that happened. I was forced into a kiss. You knew how I grew up, knew how I hated feeling exposed, yet what happens, my tits are pulled out and my 

I went white, the anger drained from me as fast as it filled me. "No."

"No. I love you, you bastard. I want to grow old with you, I want us to play with our grandchildren in this garden. I will always love you, and I hope our love life will live long after this escapade is over. But its not over, its real and its now."

She turned away and quickly pulled on the corset from the first night, knickers, stockings and slapped on some makeup. As she stormed past me the door bell rang. "You sit in a corner and watch. You say nothing, you do nothing. You interrupt - you leave, and I don't just mean for an hour."

I heard her pound down the hall. For the moment I stood, dumbstruck. I hadn't lost my wife, I knew that. She still loved me, but I'd lost something. I just didn't know what.

Slowly I walked downstairs too. She stood in the middle of the hall, blindfold back on. The guy stood there, his hands groping her breasts. He leered at me. "Yeah, I understand now you wimp. Go sit in the corner while a real man does your wife." Stiff back, ashamed and humiliated I went into the living room and sat in a corner.

They came in shortly afterwards. He threw his rucksack at me, and pulled my wife into a deep very unromantic kiss while his hands groped over her body. He was crude, rough, and as I put the rucksack down, noting the educational logo on it, my world spun just that little faster. He was even younger than I feared.

Yet what could I do? I watched as he slapped her bottom, then spun her around and groped her front while he shoved a hand down those delicate knickers. After a bit of this, he spun her again, pushed down on her shoulders and began stripping off his jacket and t-shirt while my wife blindly undid his jeans, then pulled out his cock. She just started sucking it.

He stood there, sneering at me while my wife gave him a blow job. When he'd had enough he pushed her away, kicked open her legs, yanked down her knickers and shoved himself inside. She cried out, wet or not that would have hurt. Yet she took it, and took everything else he did.

When finally an hour later he'd had his fill and just dressed and left our house whistling, she was a limp rag in the middle of the room. Again I lifted her, carried her upstairs and gently cleaned her. We didn't speak, she let me care for her, and when I carried her to bed, she curled against me.

"I'll make this up to you darling. I promise. It will kill me, but I'll find a way to do for you something safe like we'd planned with another woman. You'd like that, wouldn't you. Its only fair."

"Don't... don't... I only want you."

She sobbed, but reached for my cock, and somehow found it in herself to move on top of me and give me a long slow fuck.



The Experiment Ch. 05



Doug did not know what he had begun. His experiment with the Freudian defense mechanism of reaction formation was very successful. These experiments were also significantly changing several people’s lives. Doug did not have much to loose. He was unemployed living on a small pension with few real friends. Of course, he now had association with Kathy, Bill, and soon to be Father John and Sister Teresa. Whether or not this was to their best interest it did not seem to matter. What mattered to Doug was his experiment. Of course, the fact that he was getting plenty of sex also provided him with a lot of motivation. The one thing Doug was missing though was the affect his program was having on him. At the very least Doug was now finding he needed a sexual release at least two times a day. In the past he was quite content to masturbate once a month. Also, he was now very much into domination.

Doug had just finished reviewing Kathy’s latest journal entries. Hers were now mostly routine accounts of her masturbation. She continued to go without panties and at times would manage some interesting masturbation techniques accomplished in a public place. He saw that Kathy continued to react sexually to any guilt impulse and the sexual impulse continues to generate much guilt. 

Bill’s accounts were also about the same. Since he became involved with Doug’s program his libido had increased as had the others. He now masturbated at least two times per day so his sauces were on the increased. He reported that this made everyone happy including his daughter. He also reported number of incidents where he saw his daughter partially unclothed. He never mentioned this effecting him but it seemed each time he had a good look at her body he was ready to make some new sauce. Also, he reported a new incident of allowing her to see him naked.

Father John continued to be confused. He decision to talk to Sister Teresa was a disaster for both of them. His problem was complicated that now he thought of both Kathy and Sister Teresa when he masturbated and he was now masturbating several times a day. At times he would even fantasized Sister Teresa and Kathy together.

Sister Teresa pondered her new found sexuality. Her orgasm had a great effect upon her. Unlike the other though, masturbating alone did not satisfy her. She knew she and Father John would have to work on their problem together for her to find the relief she needed.

Kathy was at the Church working on her program for the teenager when Ann, an 18 female asked if she could talk to her.

“Sure Angela, What can I do for you?” Kathy asked.

“Could we go somewhere and talk in private?” Angela asked.

“Sure, let go over to Father Stewart’s office. He is out of town and I know he will not mind,” Kathy said as they walked over to his office.

“So what’s up?” Kathy asked.

“I don’t really know how to talk about this but it is my father.”

“Okay what about your father?” thinking it was some simple disagreements. Ann was a senior in high school and was soon to be leaving for college.

“I think he likes to see me naked,” Ann almost whispered.

“Why would you think that?” Kathy said very surprised at the subject. She knew Ann’s father and liked him. He made the best sauces with his various dishes he brought to Church functions.

“It is just that he walks in on me all the time when I am changing clothes and stuff,” she explained.

“Has he ever touched you in a bad sort of way?” Kathy asked fearing the answer.

“Oh no he has never done anything like that. It is just he will walk in while I am in the shower and stand and talk until I get out. I can tell he is looking at my body and sometimes he will look right at my pussy,” the girl explained.

Kathy was not happy with her response to the word pussy. It sent a charge through her own pussy.  Suddenly this story had taken on a new dimension.

Ann not knowing Kathy’s internal reaction continued, “The fact that he looks at me is not really what I’m worried about.”

“I don’t’ follow you,” Kathy said trying to ignore her pussy’s tingle.

“The thing that bothers me is how much I like for him to see me,” Ann said with her head down in shame.

“Oh I see,” Kathy said with a bit of hesitation because for various reasons this story was having a dramatic effect on her. Father Bob’s face staring at her own pussy came immediately to mind and this only served to further intensify Kathy’s swollen clit pressing against her pussy lips.

“Do you purposely let him see you?” Kathy asked.

“Sometimes. Mom is at work a lot so I will come home and take a shower. I often leave the door to the bathroom open so it is easy for him to walk in. I think it is a game we both play. Like the other day I walked out of the shower with a towel. I walked into the kitchen for a drink and he was standing at the counter. As I reached into the refrigerator with my back to him I accidentally dropped the towel but still got my drink. He came over and picked the towel off the floor. His face could not have been more than a foot from my butt and I could feel his breath on my pussy lips,” Ann said with a bit of a sigh.

Kathy could not quite understand why this was affecting her the way it was but it was having an effect. Of course, at this time just about everything was having effect. As Kathy pondered her own thinking Ann stood up.

“Am I disgusting or what. Wanting my own father to see this.” Angela was wearing a pair of gym shorts and pulled them all the way down in disgust of herself.  The small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair just above the pink slit of her pussy lips were not lost on Kathy. She then flopped onto the floor with her head in her hands crying.

Kathy looked up at Ann’s outburst and saw her sitting on the floor in front of her. Even though Angela’s head was lowered with tears flowing what caught Kathy’s attention was of the perfect view she had of Angela’s young pussy. The way Angela was sitting with her legs slightly parted and her head resting on her knees gave Kathy an unobstructed view of what Angela’s father loved to see. Kathy was discovering she was enjoying the sight much too much.

Kathy quickly pulled herself together and sat down to comfort Ann. Ann rested her head on Kathy’s shoulder and Kathy let her cry.

“It is okay to have sexual feelings. These are normal. Sometimes it all gets to be a bit confusing but that is also normal,” Kathy told Angela.

“I just don’t know,” Angela said looking up at Kathy.

“You are a very attractive girl. I don’t think it is right for a father to look at his daughter in a sexual way but you have a marvelous body. Look at you. You have a very pretty face; your breasts are the perfect size. Look at your legs nice and trim and firm. You butt is perfect and that little slit between your legs is something guys just can’t get enough of. I guess your father is one of those guys. Of course, he has not broken any rules. He has not touched you in an inappropriate way and that is a good sign. I guess though in looking at you myself, I can understand why someone would want to see you naked,” Kathy explained trying to be supportive and ignore her own feelings of desire.

“You mean you like to see me naked,” Ann asked and stood up. 

Kathy looked up at Ann who was now standing directly in front of her. Ann’s pussy was no more than foot from Kathy’s face. Kathy could not help but stare at it and Ann saw what Kathy where Kathy was looking.

“Do you like to look at my pussy, Kathy?” Ann asked again.

“Ahhh,” Kathy said hesitantly, “You have a very nice body Ann.” Kathy was becoming confused since she knew she was caught. The more she looked away from Ann’s pussy the more she looked at it and noticed droplets of moister forming on the pussy lips. She also noticed a slight swelling of Ann’s little pink pub.

“I said do you like looking at my pussy, Kathy?” Ann said in a more demanding voice.

“Yes, yes, you have a very pretty pussy Ann. I can under why your father would like seeing it,” Kathy finally replied feeling her own pussy quiver as she stared at Ann pink lips.

“Well have a close look at it,” Ann said. Ann was suddenly feeling much better about herself and quite excited as she moved forward so she was standing close enough that Kathy could smell her pussy’s aroma.

Upon a sudden impulse Kathy leaned slight forward and began licking Ann’s pussy. Angela was started but also turned on. Ann forgot all about her father and began to buckle toward Kathy’s tongue as it probed into her hot pussy, licking her swollen clit. Suddenly Ann moaned loudly and a surge of liquid flowed out of pussy. Kathy eagerly drank it up while she vigorously rubbed her own pussy giving her body an exploding orgasm.

Kathy and Angela slid down on the floor and hugged each other.

“It’s okay to have sexual feelings. Just as long as you keep it under control,” Kathy said to Ann knowing that she was well beyond any kind of control.

“You don’t know how much better you have made me feel. I feel normal again,” Ann said knowing though that her shows for her father would continue. She had not told Kathy about her father’s displays to her. She loved seeing him naked and sometimes his cock would be hard.  Ann wondered how it would feel to hold it and what it might taste like. She decided it was best not to mention this, at least not now.

“It is Sister Teresa on the phone for you Father John,” the receptionist said in another part of the Church.

Father John did not know what to say to the Sister after their last meeting. They had not talked since then but he had definitely been thinking about her. Her pulling up her dress and showing him her pussy never left his mind for very long. He had pulled his dick raw thinking about her. It seemed every time he masturbated it felt better, but damn it he was a priest. He was supposed to be celibate.

“Father, we need to talk,” Sister Teresa said in her terse nun voice. She also had been thinking about the incident.  Her memory of both seeing, feeling, and even tasting Father John’s cum as he shot off all over her stayed in her mind. However, she had been unable to obtain any sexual release from these resulting feelings. She had attempted masturbation numerous times but could not obtain the orgasm she most desperately needed. She felt trapped and knew only Father John’s exhibitionism would be stimulus enough to give her a release.

“I agree Sister,” Father John replied.

“When can we meet?” she asked.

“How about today, this afternoon at 2:00.”

“Ok, I will see you then,” Sister Teresa said as she hung up the phone.

Sister wondered how she should approach the matter. She knew everything was messed up but her passion was in charge. She wanted to see Father John masturbate again. She did not want to have sex with him as much as to see him have sex. She also wanted to eat his cum; the brief taste of it had not left her. She was totally hung up on the previous incident with him.

Sister Teresa had been a nun for a very long time and sex was not part of her.  She never remembered having an orgasm until the other day. Even though she had attempted masturbation numerous times it was a wasted effort. No, she needed Father John’s help.

Sister Mary decided to make some special preparation for Father John’s visit. She normally wore a full habit while at the Church. Hers was a rather loose fitting garment with a long skirt. The top buttoned to the collar.  She began by stripping down to her nude body. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, “Not too bad for an old lady.” She was only 42 and had a firm body that only a few had ever seen.

She redressed with the habit with a few modifications. She wore no undergarments. She left most of the middle buttons of the blouse of the habit open. She was able to keep it closed with a staple in the middle making the loose garment looked fully secured. She then felt she was ready for Father John. As she thought of him she felt her pussy moisten but knew it would futile to try and achieve an orgasm without his presence.

Father John was afraid of his meeting with Sister Teresa. He masturbated a few minutes before he left in an attempt to relieve some of his pressure. It did not work and as he walked into her private office he felt his cock rising.

“Hi Father,” she said and smiled.

“Hi Sister, what are we going to do?” he said in desperation.

“I don’t know. Are you still having the same problem?”

“Yes and even worse,” Father John said as he stood up. His pants budged out in front and as he watch the Sister stare his cock swelled up even more.

“Take it out,” Sister Teresa said.

“What? You know what happened the last time,” he said.

“Yes, I know what happened and I want to see your cock again,” she said.

He could not believe he was hearing this from Sister Teresa but it was completely sapping his will. He needed to show her his dick. As he sat there he flashed back to an incident when he was younger. He was masturbating and his mother caught him in the act.

“What are you doing John?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said holding his swollen dick in his hand. The more embarrassed he became the harder his dick became.

“You are masturbating, any fool can see that. Who taught you to do that?” she asked expecting a quick answer.

“Just some of the guys at school.” John was standing before his mother totally naked. When he took his hand off his cock it stuck straight out almost pointing directly at his mom.

“I guess you like the way it feels when you shoot off?”

John was even more embarrassed talking to his good Catholic mother about such things.

“I won’t do it again. Can I go?”

“You and I both know you will do it again. So go and finish and let me see how you do it,” she said with a weird smile on her face.

“I can’t do that,” John said in desperation.

“You can either do that or I will tell Sister Jane to have a long talk with you,” she said again smiling knowing John’s fear of the Sister.

“No, please not her. I will try to finish with you watching.” John gripped his dick and began to pump as his mother sat in a chair.

“Come closer so I can see,” she said.

He walked toward her.

“Come a little closer,” she said almost whispering.

John was standing very close to his mother and he had never had his dick so hard. It was hurting him and he needed a release.

His mother moved her head downward and forward and was looking directly at his cock. Suddenly without warning she opened her mouth and began to suck on his cock. This was much too much for him and John immediately began shoot his cum down his own mother’s throat. When he was finished she did not look up at him but licked the remainder of his cum off his now limp dick.

“We will never speak of this again. And I will never catch you masturbating again. Do you understand?” His mother said this in the voice he knew was very serious.

“Yes, I understand,” he replied.

His mother walked out of the room and it was as if it had never happened.

“Are you there, John?” Sister Teresa said bring Father John back to the moment.

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Well take you cock out of your pants,” she demanded.

John complied and pulled his almost pulsating cock out of his pants and stood before Sister Teresa.

“Close your eyes, John until I tell you to open them,” she instructed.

He closed his eyes without question. Sister Teresa sat on the cough and opened her blouse enough so both of her breasts were visible. By now being unable to take eyes off Father John’s cock her nipples was rock hard. She then raised her skirt and began rubbing her now neatly trimmed pussy. 

“Okay look at me John.”

Father John opened his eyes to find Sister Teresa sitting on the couch with her breasts hanging out and her legs open revealing her fingers working on her wet pussy.

“Oh God, I can’t take it,” he said as he quickly began pumping his hard cock. He moved over toward the Sister knowing what she wanted. Sister Theresa took his cock into her mouth and began to suck. It did not take long for his dick to begin pumping out its load and Sister Theresa found the release she needed in a very long and totally satisfying orgasm.



The Experiment Ch. 05



The next morning I was told more. I was quietly informed that it was my job to talk to a good surgeon Charlie had recommended, that she was to be enhanced, but I was to clear it with the doctor. When I quietly asked her if it was really what she wanted, she just said what she wanted didn't matter. She said it had been agreed that I would always be present, but not always participate. That it was acceptable for her to organise for me like I had for her, but it had to be on the same terms. Again I told her it wasn't necessary. And it wasn't, I didn't want more complications, but she just put a finger to my lips. She also described how her wardrobe was to change, and how we had to go shopping tomorrow.

I took it all in, tried not to fight it as it was clear she would accept no compromise, not now. We finished getting ready, got the kids up, and went to work.

Thank god nothing happened that night. We had a party at our house the next day and needed no interruptions. She was distracted though, and fidgety in the way she was last weekend. Yet after she went out with her girlfriends for lunch, a monthly event, she came home all sparkly and happy. I was glad, though a bit worried about what they might have talked about. It would not do for this to spread around our circle. That had always been one of my worst fears. It had to be anonymous, controlled, and the situation with Charlie was already beyond that without her girlfriends knowing about it.

We got the house ready, got ourselves dressed, got the kids off to our nannies house for the night and where ready in time for the first guests. It started well, we always through a good party. There were old friends there, some new ones, a few friends of friends, and the odd work colleague we liked. A good bunch, and the mood was jolly.

Then she took me aside. "Its all arranged. Go upstairs, get undressed and put on the mask and cuff up behind your back. You've got a special treat in store!"

"Who? No... not someone we know."

"Don't worry, its OK, someone I trust. Besides, it will be wicked if you go around wondering who it was. Go on. I want you to. I'll be watching, so don't worry."

Bemused, scared, and a little excited I went upstairs. I could hear the party carrying on downstairs, and knew this was more than a little dangerous, yet that added spice. I'd meant it when I'd told her nothing was necessary, but that didn't mean I was reluctant if she had organised something.

So... I undressed, put on the mask, did my hands up behind my back and waited. I felt a bit silly standing there, and more than a little exposed. You really could hear nothing but the drum of your own heart. Then two lips lightly brushed mine. Was it her? No, different, and the scent was familiar but definitely not my wife.

A soft, long finger nailed hand wrapped tentatively around my cock. I was hard, hadn't even realised it. This was kinky, and I liked it! The hand firmed its grip, even a touch to hard, but I wasn't going to protest. Some women, maybe one I knew, was stroking me and that was no bad thing.

Then, soft and familiar hands on my shoulders, pressing down. I took the hint, and slowly dropped to my knees. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder, her hands guiding my head. A dress popped up and over me. I shivered as her hands pulled down a pair of lacy knickers, grazing my nose. I was guided, moved, until my face tilted and my mouth touched those soft lower lips. For the first time in over 15 years I put my tongue to a pussy that wasn't my wife's.

I did my best, put my heart into it, and ate her for a long long time before that body shuddered above me. I was pulled back, my ear unzippered, unplugged, "Dress, mingle." The sound of two sets of feet walking away softly padded on our bedroom rug.

God I was horny, and they just left me! I laughed as I got myself quickly dressed again, then went downstairs and rejoined the party. It was in full swing and clearly no one had noticed my absence. I started talking to one of my wife's friends. Had it been her? The talk was light, about nothing, and she gave no indication, but god, had it been her?

A half hour or so passed, then a body behind me, a familiar whisper in my ear, "Again, upstairs, naked, blindfolded."

I shivered, felt my cock got hard. Extracting myself from a conversation about local schools I retreated upstairs and prepared myself. In no time I felt lips touch mine, a scent seductively drifting up my nostrils. Hell, this was a different woman! Those lips grazed my neck, nibbled my ear. A hand cupped my chest, pinched my nipple, then those lips kissed it better. A second set of lips encircled my other nipple. I had never experienced anything like it. Two mouths trailed down my body, a tongue darting into my belly button. Then... oh god then... two mouths began to kiss and lick my cock.

Just not for long! Just as I was getting into it I was pushed back onto the bed. Legs straddled my head, a dress drapped around me, and a bare vagina sat down on my face. It was musky, heady, a bit more fleshy. This time didn't take as long, but then she stayed for a second, then a third. Bloody hell she was multi orgasmic.

Finally the body lifted, I was kissed once, then a second time, then left alone. I rejoined the party. It had maybe been twenty minutes. I mingled, talked to one woman, then another with her husband. Had it been her, or her?

"Darling, upstairs, quickly now."

My heart pounded and I turned to find my wife, but all I saw was an enigmatic smile. I went upstairs, prepared myself. A hand grabbed my cock and roughly, but expertly stroked it. A hand tangled in my hair, pulled my head down onto a large nipple, soft whisps of fabric touched my cheek. She wore no bra, and those breasts where large, firm. That narrowed it down, I had a good idea who this was. There was one women, one of the best looking in our circle, a real flirt with a rich banker husband. Then again, there was that young girl from my wife's work. God, who were these women?

I was roughly pushed onto my back on the bed again. A body straddled me lower down, then something was strapped up lower down on my cock. It hurt!. The body lowered, a pussy slowly sank onto me. Another set of legs straddled my head, a dress drifting down as who ever it was sat. These pussy lips though, this scent, was completely familiar. Oh how I went to work on my wife. Yet, did I feel her leaning forward? All sorts of lewd thought sprang to mind. Could she, would she be kissing another woman? Oh I hoped so, but I couldn't know for certain. It was both heaven and hell.

I felt the women down below orgasm. That was fast! Yet my wife lifted up too, I was left alone, and when I undid the mask, the room was empty. Shaking my head, more than half tempted to jack off and clear the intense frustration of being blue balled, I got up. There was a little leather strap around the base of my cock, which was by now inflamed and red. I undid it, and the rush of the interchange of blood was extraordinarily painful.

Yet it went, I calmed down and dressed and once again went down to mingle. I'd missed a few people leaving, not many, but some. The party was still going strong though. I talked to a few more, always wondering, was it you, or you? Then again a whisper in my ear. "One more time darling, that's it, I promise."

My cock painfully jerked in my pants. Yet I extracted myself from the conversation, and went upstairs. For the fourth time of the night I stripped, and masked and bound my wrists. This time, no soft kiss, no fondling, I was jerked around and bent over the bed. A hand started beating my bottom. Not playfully at all, hard. I tried to struggle, but someone was leaning on my back. A greased hand reached between my legs and began stroking me with a merciless grip. The spanking continued, then another hand, also greased, slid between my cheeks. A finger massaged my anus, then slid in. I started stroking in and out, massaging a lump back in there.

I came with one of the most painfully hard cums I'd ever had. One of those ones that had little pleasure, but the pumping of my cum must have jetted it feet in front of me. Then the hands lifted, and after a minute I knew I was alone. My knees where shaky as I stood, and it took a while to catch my breath. What had just happened? I dressed and went downstairs again.

You could tell it was in its final stages. Even though it had maybe been 10-15 minutes, a few more couples had left. There where some packing up as I came down, and I had to do the awkward, "So glad you came," thing which always seemed to take forever. As I pecked at various female cheeks I wondered. I thought perhaps one's scent was familiar, but she was just her normal warm bubbly self, no indication I might have just eaten her out.

More and more drifted out. Then a presence at my back. "Sorry about that darling, she'd warned me, but I never really expect that. Uhmm, one more time though. Upstairs please." Her voice sounded a bit different, strained. The other four times there's been a playful lilt to it. I turned to find her, but she was ushering someone else through the routine of finding coats and saying good by.

Shrugging I went upstairs and prepared myself. This had been quite the night, completely different from anything I'd imagined, but wow. I was a bit worried about involving people we knew, but trusted my wife. She wouldn't risk us unless she thought it was safe. At least up until a few weeks ago I trusted her. Could I still be sure?

I stood waiting quite a while, then her soft hands guided me to a chair. My cuffs where done up to the legs, and when a finger quested at my lips and I opened them I found a ball slipped inside and done up to the mask. We'd had the ball gag a while, but she didn't like it much, said it made her feel too vulnerable to not be able to speak. It was a bit painful the way it spread you jaws, but given how the night had gone I was up for just about anything.

Then she undid the ear guards. "Darling I'm sorry. He knows Charlie. I don't know what to do. Please forgive me, I know this wasn't what we wanted." Then she was gone, I could hear her feet walk away.

Who knew? What was she talking about? I was suddenly very nervous and very scared. This had taken on a whole new dimension tonight. I sat there, unable to move, unable to speak. The party noises died out downstairs, then there was a heavy tread coming up. It wasn't my wife's footsteps.

"Well old man. Fancy this?" I knew that voice, the soft Irish lilt. It was Will, a very old friend of my wife's, they'd gone to uni together, though as far as I knew that's all it had ever been. He'd married, and we'd been good friends with them as a couple until it all went wrong when his wife had an affair. He was really bitter about it, and as is the way with these things we kept in touch with him, and lost touch with her.

"You know when Donna left I was a basket case. Couldn't understand what I'd done wrong. I went a bit wild." That was an understatement. We'd been worried he'd gone completely off the rails, but he recovered. "Then I made a remarkable friendship. A man you know I think, Charlie. He has this game about doing it with other men's wives.  I drifted in to his circle, and believe me, have had some of the most incredible experiences. Charlie has this amazing talent to understand women's buttons. He doesn't seduce them so much as take over their lives. He has such fun, and brings out sides these women never knew they had." He laughed, "I've learned so much from the man, a really sound friend."

"Imagine my surprise when he's jokingly talking about his latest project and I recognise two friends of mine. Quite astonishing really. I never took your lovely lady as such a true submissive. What a lark! Ah darling."

"Please, this is hard, not what I'd agreed with Charlie." 

"Sweetness, your man is here, we'll do nothing without his presence and in the morning I go. I must say I would have preferred to set up a quiet tet a tet in town, but Charlie said that just wouldn't do. As we knew each other he was sure you wouldn't mind forgoing my anonymity with a mask. Your husband would have seen, and maybe tried to stop it. That would have lead to a row, so its much better this way. Come now, you've brought wine, lets sit."

Our bedroom had a small comfortable sofa. My ears tracked them moving towards it. I wanted to shout, to hit out, to stop this. But I was helpless. This wasn't what we wanted. He was known, I knew my wife had strong feelings for him, just not in that way. This way danger led. It wasn't what I wanted!

They sat. I heard the sound of a soft kiss, then small talk, too soft for me to make out. He made her laugh somehow, then another kiss. More talk, more kisses, until the rhythm between the talk and kisses changed from mostly talk, to mostly kisses. This wasn't sex, this was seduction. I heard the rustle of cloths, and could only imagine where hands where moving.

Then a mortal blow, soft sighs and little gasps that I'd never heard in the hard sex of the weeks before. "Darling, undress for me, let me see the body I've lusted after all these years." She stood, I heard the rustle then soft slide of fabric. "Ahh, even better than I'd imagined. You've barely aged at all."

"Liar!" I could tell she was pleased though.

"No really, now come here and let me nibble that bra aside." She actually giggled. I wanted to kill him, and was overcome with the helplessness of my situation. I felt powerless, out of control. There were soft sucking sounds, "Mmm, and to think these beuties will be even bigger shortly. Oh I can't wait. What, you don't really want it do you?"

"No."

"That's even better, it shows your true nature. You are everything Charlie said." More soft sucking sounds, more little gasps and mewls that I though where reserved for me. It continued, he was such a bastard and to think I thought of him as a friend! He was slow, seductive, asking nothing of her. 

All I could hear where the soft sounds of their foreplay. It went on and on. Then they moved to the bed. "Oh... oh Will. You don't have to..." Sounds of fabric, soft licking... "Yes! Ohhh yes..." He was giving her head! None of them had done that, it was mine to do to her, mine! I had given up a lot, knowing she enjoyed it, but this was mine. I writhed in my bonds, in agony. "Oh William... yes!" All said with that laugh, that orgasmic laugh of hers.

"Now my darling, I want you. I want to be inside you, to take you, make you mine!"

"Yes... yes, inside me. I need you there, inside me! Oh god!"

Those sounds, god, those soft wet sounds. Then faster, from soft sucking, to hard slapping. He rode her hard, fast. She came once, then again, then with a guttural grunt from him, she cried out, "Oh Will!" and that laugh, that laugh I'd always thought was mine.

There breathing calmed, there were whispers, giggles as they re-arranged themselves. "Can't I... go relieve him? He needs it so. Please?"

Will laughed. "No, leave him. Look, he's hard as a rock, has been the whole time. I understand so much now, why men do this with their relationship."

"I don't, I would have been happy with him for the rest of our lives."

"Yes darling, that's your way. You don't need, you give. The more demanding the deeper your giving. You enjoy the body pleasures, but its more than that isn't it?"

"Yes." Her voice was soft, acquiescent, and sad.

"It's the complete submission, the complete giving over that fulfils you in ways you didn't know, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Him though, that's more complex. I've met so many of these men now, that live with their wives having sex with other men. Some are pure hedonists, as are their wives. Its all about sex, and they fit together so well an open marriage suits and confirms rather than restrains their love."

"I thought..."

"No darling, that's not either of you. You're not a slut, a nympho. We are making you one, but only because your inner being lives to be moulded by a stronger male will. That's not him either. A real hedonist male wouldn't let themselves be bound like that, they'd want to jump right in and join the fun. I bet he's hung back sometimes, hasn't he?"

"Why... I..."

"Of course he has. Then there are the sissies. The men who want to be women, and having their wives be dominant or sluts lets them flounce around and be a pretend woman too."

"Is that..." No, that wasn't me! I didn't want to be a woman!

"No, definitely not. Nor is he a closet gay, who gets out of the relationship by letting their wives sleep around. I'm pretty sure, as is Charlie, that he's 100% heterosexual. Nor is he dominated by his wife. There are some like that, who's wives just take control and boss them around. That's not you, so that's not him."

"I've been pretty stroppy lately." Damn straight.

"Perhaps, but you've already said you would have stayed monogamous and been happy. No, he's the final type, the most complex, and frankly the most fun for guys such as us. He doesn't know why he's doing this, maybe its something in his past, maybe its in his jeans, but he's a beta male. He loves you absolutely, but deep down he knows he should be deferring. There's something in him that enjoys the submission, the humiliation, he just can't explain it. This is a pandora's box he never should have opened up, but once opened, he can't close it. His submission is different from yours, you need it, he fights it..." Their words went to a whisper. I wanted to hear. This was wrong, that wasn't me! I was the hedonist, wanting to experience new things!

"So he wants it?"

"Yes and no, he hates it, but needs it. You can understand that can't you?"

"Yes!" Her voice sounded like an epiphany had happened.

"He needs guidance, control. We'll give that too him, but he needs your support. You have to tell him you love him, even if you don't"

"But I do!"

"Yes darling, of course... We'll control him, break him like a bucking horse. He'll hate it, but he'll defer to the bridle eventually. Its quite fun actually." No, they wouldn't do that to me!

"Couldn't... couldn't I do it with some women friends? He'd like that."

"Perhaps, perhaps not. It's just not your choice any more, is it?" Her breath sucked in. "OK, You should still do it, it will help speed the process, but it won't stop us."

"Please, what will you do?"

He laughed, and whispered. I heard her voice, soft, scared, "No." "Please don't." 

"Think of it..." His voice drifted in and out. "Remember?" It sounded like they where moving on the bed. "Being helpless? Then... the entry?" She let out a pained gasp, was he in her ass? "Then out... the tip again." Another soft pained moan. "Imagine it, imagine watching it. A bit more."

"Oh god..."

"Think of it, then deeper. Helpless, unable to stop it. Ha... you're already starting to enjoy it."

"No... ohhh..."

"Then later, remember? Them circling you, taking you in turn? Imagine it... Circling, taking, using..." The words went soft, stopped. Nothing but the sound of sex. The soft pained moans, his satisfied grunts. He came, and I think maybe she did too. Fuck, she could cum from taking it up the ass.

They talked softly some more, then it all went quiet. Had they fallen asleep? Must have. I was awake for a long long time, and twice I heard them having sex. The also talked. I heard bits of conversation. "...has the perfect frame, imagine them, large hanging. A man groping them..." "Those lips wrapped around a cock, going deeper, deeper. Remember the first time your lips touched down around Charlie? Think of it, how it'll feel..." I think she came as he finished that sentence. "Soon, something soft a silky. He'll protest, but don't let up..." I probably slumbered, but sitting held down to a chair doesn't make for easy sleeping.

Finally I felt my wrists being undone and jerked awake. "Darling, could you get us coffee please?"




The Experiment Ch. 05



I stumbled up, and still blindfolded found my way downstairs. It was only when I was leaning on the kitchen counter that I realised in my barely awake state I'd just done as asked. I ripped the mask off, took out the gag, and just cried.

Soft hands touched my back. "Shh... shh... I know this wasn't what we wanted, but its here, now. I understand so much better now, understand myself, understand you. Will made so much clear."

"Will." I could here the venom and hate in my voice.

"Love, he's a friend yet, and I know we wanted to keep it anonymous, but its done.  Last night was like a fantasy made real for me, but it also opened some blinds. I don't love him, I love you. But he's part of this now. We have to live with it."

"Do we? If you love me you'll stop."

"I do love you, and I won't stop. You started this, but we'll get through it together. I understand so much now." She kissed my back. I felt the tension drain.

"Please, lets stop."

"No. Make some coffee, warm some croissants. Bring them up."

I heard her walk away, and sobbed softly again. Desperately I wanted my life back, but knew I couldn't have it. If I was to stay with my wife I had to live with it, otherwise it meant going. I wouldn't do that, ever.

I dried my eyes, and made coffee, warmed croissants. Still naked, and not caring, I took them upstairs. My wife was curled up beside him, giving him a long slow deep throating blow job. 

"Ahh, java." He took a cup, drunk. "Lovely, you made an excellent expresso. Look at her, isn't she wonderful? Do you know I asked her out back in Uni? She turned me down, not for anyone else, just because she felt I wasn't right for her. I hated her for a while, but she was so wonderful, so full of life, I couldn't hate her long. I've always wanted her though."

My wife hadn't paused, but had blushed. "Now look at her. I snap my fingers," He did, "Tell her to mount, and..." She looked him in the eyes, blushed even deeper, then got up, straddled him and with a long sigh sank down on his hard cock. "Now darling?" He cupped her breasts. "Shopping today, no nasty M&S, get some quality sexy gear." His eyes caught mine, they were cold, mocking, "And you, make sure its right. If it isn't good enough, its you who get punished. Understand?"

I clenched my teeth, but broke eye contact and looked down. This constant drip of humiliation was wearing me down.

She stroked his cheek, "Don't be so hard on him. Please?"

"Have a coffee dear, then he can go shower and start cleaning up downstairs before we bathe."  She smiled at me as she rode up and down on him. One of those glorious, isn't it a lovely morning smiles. If only she hadn't been riding another man's cock as she did it, I would have basked in it.

Instead I turned and went to wash up. When I came out, fully dressed they were still at it, just lost to the world. I don't think they noticed as I walked by. I started the post party tidy up alone. I worked fast, I was so angry, so confused, it gave me something to vent on. It was almost finished up before the two of them finally strolled down. She was in a skirt! She never wore skirts. His hand was up the back of it, cupping her bottom. When she saw me looking she blushed and pushed his hand down. Will just grinned at me, moved it back up, gave her a deep kiss, then with a cheery good by, left.

She came to me, her hands stroked my chest, she came in for a soft cuddle, resting her head on my shoulder. "Oh Darling." I just started to cry, great wracking heaves. "Shh, shh... Its hard now, will get harder, but I understand now. I'll be with you every step of the way. We'll get through it together, and when you come out the other side, when you understand what I do, it will be wonderful!"

"What... what other side? What is going on? Do they have plans?"

"Shh... shh... don't worry about it, it will only make it worse. I know! You need relief don't you, you poor thing!"

My wife went to her knees, unbuckled my trousers, pulled out a cock that was red and sore from being continually hard, but was quickly getting hard again. She wrapped her lips around the tip, her hands fondling my balls. She never did that! I loved what she was learning, just hated the way she was learning it.

Her hands moved back, a finger stroked at my ass, slowly slid inside. I didn't want it, but didn't stop her. Her tongue was swirling around my tip, though she wasn't sucking me. It was just that finger, that bloody finger, stroking, massaging, doing things back there that made me come in yet another hard, almost painful orgasm.

I was trembling, barely able to stand, breathing hard, but my god. It was a relief, I felt like most of my angst, my anger, drained away in each of the hard jets into her mouth. She stood, smiling, and tucked me away. She held her finger up and wrinkled her nose. "You're going on the same cleansing routine I'm on darling. We got to keep you clean back there."



The Experiment Ch. 06



Doug Lewis was very pleased with himself. His theories on using Freud’s ideas of Reaction Formation as means to gain control of others had worked much better than he ever expected. The first involved the sexually repressed Kathy. She continued to respond well keeping him informed of her every move related to her awakened sex life. And she had quite a sex life. He was totally enthralled with her latest adventure with Ann. He could not believe the fact that Ann was the daughter of Bill, his second subject. Bill also kept Doug informed of his various activities including his original semen sauce, a big hit for his family meal time and at all his dinner parties. Everyone wondered about the secret ingredient. Doug also was very interested Bill’s episodes of peeking at Ann’s more frequent displays of nudity and Bill was now putting on a few shows of his own for her.

Kathy had been to two more confession with Father John and each time she masturbated to orgasm during the confession. Her confessions contained all true statements but most of the information given was dictated by Doug for affect. He purposely left out many pertinent details. Now Doug had decided to find out what was happening on the other side of the confessional. What was Father John’s thinking?

Doug knew and liked the young Father John. He noticed lately Father John seemed a bit more anxious like something was bothering him. And a few times Doug noticed what might have been a bulged in the celibate priest’s pants. A few times he watched as Kathy and Father John talked and the bulge in Father John’s trousers always seemed to appear during these conversations.

Doug decided to invite Father John over for a chat. 

“Father John, I wonder if you might stop by the house one day next week. There’s a matter I want to discuss with you,” Doug said after a Sunday Mass.

“Sure Doug, how about tomorrow?” Father John liked Doug and wanted to see him more involved in the Church. This would be a good opportunity and it was not men causing Father John’s problems.  Father John was having problems with women and erections: Two particular women, Kathy and her confessional orgasms; and Sister Teresa and their mutual exhibition of their genitals. “Yes, talking to Doug will be a good break for all these problems,” Father John mistakenly thought to himself.

Doug felt a priest would be a great subject for his experiment. Who better to have the defense mechanism of reaction formation than a celibate priest? Who better to have sexual conflicts?

“Hi Father John,” Doug said as he let the priest into his home.

“Hi, Doug, how are you today?” Father said as he sat on the sofa.

“I’m doing well. Can you give me just a minute?” Doug asked.

“Sure, no hurry,” Father replied.

“Listen to this new jazz group,” Doug causally said as he turned on the stereo and left the room

Father heard the strange sounds and wondered about Doug’s taste in music. As he listened the music began to have an affect on him. His mind began to relax for the first time in several days. He did not have an erection. He was feeling rather good but in a strange sort of way. He felt very peaceful. Doug’s house felt very safe as the music continued to sooth him into the right frame of mind. 

Doug watched from the other room and as he saw Father John’s expression begin to relax knew that his strategy was working. He waited for a good ten minutes before he returned to the room.

“Father John are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Father John said in a dreamy sort of voice.

“I would like to ask you some questions and I hope you will tell me what I want to know.”

“Yes I will answer your questions,” the priest said.

“Tell me about Kathy?” Doug asked and noticed an immediate change in Father John’s rate of breathing.

“Kathy is a very nice person. What do you want to know?” Father John said in the same dreamy voice that hinted at some agitation.

“What affect does she have on you and why does she have that affect?” Doug asked.

Father John felt his heart rate increased and felt his breathing change. He wondered why he had to go back to these problems from this nice safe place. But something was pushing him and he felt he had to be totally honest and direct for Doug. It was important that he tell everything.

Doug was observing that Father John’s reaction to his program was different from the others. Father John was more in a placid trance. He seemed robot like but he was cooperating.

“Every time I am around Kathy or think of Kathy I get an erection. The only way I can relieve this is by masturbating. This began the first time Kathy confessed to her new sexual cravings and she became so excited that she masturbated during the confession. She keeps coming to confession and each time masturbates while asking me for forgiveness. Her behavior has awakened desires in me I thought were long ago dead.” One part of Father John could not believe he was telling Doug these secrets particular the scared nature of the confessional. Another part of him felt really good at getting this off his chest. Of course Father John had quickly developed an erection and it was becoming rather painful erection. Father John’s was very obvious to Doug as he looked at Father John’s trousers poking out.

“What are you doing about this?” Doug continued to inquire.

“I have gone to Sister Teresa for help.”

“How did she react when you told her these things?”

“She was shocked but she said she would help me.”

“What was she going to do?” Doug asked.

“She told me to masturbate. I did not think it was a good idea but she said she wanted to learn about such things and this was good opportunity. I begin to masturbate in front of her but suddenly Sister Teresa pulled up her dress and showed me her pussy. I could not help it and I ejaculated all over her.  Sister Teresa’s watching me caused her to have a sudden intense orgasm and now we are both having sexual problems. Last time I met with her she sucked my penis like my mother did and ate all my semen.” Father John looked relieved at having told Doug these things.

“Wow,” Doug thought to himself. “Talk about some sexual conflicts.” Doug knew he had found someone else to be in his study. Doug also felt that budge in his own pants and pulled out his cock.

“What do you think of this Father John?” Doug asked as he stood before the priest.

Father John just looked at Doug’s hard cock. “It is nice,” he said.

“How does your cock feel?” Doug asked.

“My penis, my cock is hurting. It is too hard,” Father John replied.

“Take it out and let me see it.”

Father John reached down and unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled out an eight inch cock that already had pre-cum on it.

Doug was amazed and very excited. He had never had the desire to suck a guy but suddenly the thought sounded very interesting. Doug knelt down between Father John’s legs and examined his now very hard penis. Doug licked the pre-cum off the tip and found the taste okay. He licked the head like a lolly pop.

“Oh, Mmmmm,” Father John moaned still deep within his trance.

“What the hell?” Doug decided. He proceeded to take Father John’s cock all the way into his mouth and began to suck in earnest. He also reached inside his pants and pulled out his balls. He could tell Father John was close. Father John’s cock began to twitch and the head swelled. Suddenly a glob of cum hit the back of Doug’s throat almost gagging him. Then another and another so Doug had to pull away allowing the cum to splash in his face and in his hair. This was too much for Doug he also began to cum all over Father John’s sock and shoe. When he was finished Father John’s right sock was wet with cum.

Doug slumped back on the carpet and looked at Father John. “I’ve just sucked off a priest,” Doug said to himself. “What do you think Father John?” Doug asked.

Father John just sat there with a rather blank look but had a smile on his lips.

Doug cleaned himself up but purposely left the cum on Father John’s sock. He wiped it off his shoe. “Let him figure this out,” Doug thought.

“Father John put your cock back in your pants,” Doug instructed.

Father John obeyed and zipped up his pants.

“Father John I want you to keep a journal about your activities. I want you to report anything of a sexual nature. Do not allow anyone to see this journal but me. I will check with you to take a look at your journal. Do you understand?” Doug said.

“Yes I understand,” Father John replied still with a slight smile almost a grin on his face.

“Also, the next time you hear Kathy’s confession it will have even a greater affect on you,” Doug said to the priest. “I want to know what happens.”

“Yes, Doug I will let you know,” Father John replied.

Doug went over and turned off the music and watched Father John.

Father John’s eyes began to loose their hazy look and he looked somewhat confused.

“Well Father John I will consider what you have said and let you know. I really appreciate your coming here and discussing these things with me,” Doug said.

Father John had no idea what Doug was talking about. “Oh okay Doug,” he muttered thinking I must be loosing it. As he walked down the sidewalk to his car Father John was very perplexed. He did not remember the conservation with Doug but certainly felt like something had happened. He felt it in his penis like he had just ejaculated. He also had that soothing feeling that always accompanied his masturbations. As he got into his car he noticed that his sock was damp.

Doug spent the afternoon compiling his information. He wondered about Sister Teresa and was planning on where his next move would be.

The next day was time for another confessional session with Kathy. Father John was going to make arrangement for another priest to listen to Kathy but never followed through with this. Today, he was very nervous about the confession. He was feeling particularly horny today for no apparent reason. He already had an erection as he walked toward the confessional and used his notebook to hide the budge under his robe.

Kathy arrived on time. She continued to feel very mixed emotions about her confession. She was very ashamed that she would desecrate such a holy thing but that very desecration was what made it so good. Kathy held her head down in shame as she entered the booth but her clit was standing tall rubbing against her pussy lips as she walked. Of course, she had worn no panties. This time she did not even worn a bra but let her breasts bounce again the fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were brown hard buds poked through her blouse as she entered the confessional.

“Father John, hear my confessions,” Kathy said as she sat down know Father John was just inches away. She could feel her pussy juices beginning to flow even though she knew it was wrong.

“My child, what are your sins,” Father John began shifting around to ease the pressure on his hard cock.

“I am now masturbating several times a day. Once while on the bus a man saw me rubbing myself and I did not care,” she said feeling a wave of sexual excitement flow over her.

Father John listened to Kathy and his uncomfortable position was even more so. Unknown to Kathy Father John pulled up his robe so that his cock was free. As he listened to Kathy he had his hand on cock and was being moved into a sexual frenzy by her confession.

“Go on my child,” he managed to say in a hoarse whisper.

“I was sitting in the park near my office on a bench that faced away from the crowd. It was right in public but it was somewhat hidden. I was eating lunch when my pussy began to itch. I began to rub it and I got all excited. A young man walked by and saw me with my hand under my skirt. He stopped to watch. I could not help it but pulled up my skirt and let him see my pussy. He could not believe it. He stood there and watched while I rubbed myself to an orgasm.” Kathy was breathless and her hand was working on her. 

Father John was in a bad way. His cock was making him think things he should not think. He kept remembering Sister Teresa sucking his cock when the idea formed in his mind.  “Kathy, you have been bad,” he said quietly.

“Yes Father John, I know I am bad, I am rubbing myself right now,” she replied.

“For that you must pay penitence.”

“Yes Father.”

“You must drink of the holy fluid,” Father John could not believe he said this.

“How do I do that?” Kathy asked.

“I will show you,” Father John said as he stood up. In the confessional was a small window covered by a cloth so you could hear but not see the other person. Father John pulled this aside and stuck his hard cock through the open. 

“Suck this hold rod and do not miss a drop of its contents,” Father John instructed.

Kathy was shocked to see a hard penis come through the cloth. She could not believe that this was happening. She also could not believe her sexual desire could intensify but it did as she took the holy cock into her mouth. She quickly became totally immersed in sucking every drop of fluid she could.

Father John almost immediately felt his balls contract and his cock begin to twitch. He was amazed something could feel so good. His balls erupted their rapture and he felt Kathy drinking up his basic essence. 

Kathy felt Father John’s cock beginning to cum. She sucked even hard like a baby to a nipple for life giving milk. When he began to cum she choked but did not let a drop of his semen escape. It felt that each shot cum pumping into her mouth created the ecstasy of a religious experience. She continued to lick his dick until every drop was consumed and in her confused mine felt that she had devoured scared juice that Father John represented.

Father John now emptied sat back. He could not believe what had just transpired.

“Kathy?” he whispered.

“Yes, Father John, I feel so wonderful. Thank you so much,” Kathy said in true appreciation of this wonderful experience. Even though on some level Kathy knew they was treading on dangerous boundaries at this point she did not care.

Kathy’s sincere appreciation only made Father John feel worse but then his body had never felt better. He knew he wanted Kathy and he knew he was going to have her.

“Kathy your sins are forgiven,” he said. He knew everything was wrong but he could not help himself. He felt lost in the passion.

Kathy left the confessional feeling wonderfully blessed.  However, at the same time Kathy had a nagging feeling of self doubt that she chose to ignore.

Father John left the confessional feeling like a failure as a priest but as a man he felt totally fulfilled. As he walked to his study he said to himself, “I have to write all this down for Doug.” 



The Experiment Ch. 06



Unlike many women, my wife was not a huge shopping fan. It was a chore for her. She liked being stylish, just hated the rigmarole of getting there. I'd anticipated that, so with a little forward planning for a Sunday we drove up into town and hit one high end department store that did personal shopping, plus two other shops that did off hours visits. God did we spend money! Good thing we had it to spend.

We got her an entire new wardrobe, and shockingly she didn't disagree with there not being a single pair of trousers or jeans in the mix. It was all skirts and dresses, none lower than mid thigh, many much higher, some indecently higher. She had the legs to do this, in spades. Then the lingerie, some at all three places, particularly the last. It was the most fashionable drop dead lingerie line now, Agent Provocateur. She handled the fittings but left the choices to me. I tried not to go too overboard, but these places just didn't do white cotton. To be frank, I was like a kid in a candy shop, and couldn't wait to see some of this on her!

We actually finished with time to spare, this personal shopping lark did make things easier. Back in the overfull car, I was a bit surprised when we headed away from our normal route home. "I need to talk to you a bit about last night. Uhmm, last night before Will that is. I wanted you to experience some of what I've gone through, the question was how. I was worried and scared about finding a stranger, plus I remembered how long it took you to find Charlie. So... I talked to some of my friends. Just four, ones who I know would be interested in something outside their marriages. One, probably two will never go further than oral sex, it will just be a little fun. The other two are a bit more daring, and will want to try all sorts of things. I've kind of offered you to them on similar terms to our relationship with Charlie."

I let that sink in, not sure if I liked it or not. "One of the small differences was that I agreed I didn't have to always be there. Its not like with Charlie, I could be hurt, I want you there. The girls won't hurt you... well they might play with your mind, but they won't hurt you and mean well. So..." It was not at all what I expected, but the more I thought, the more it wasn't too bad...

She pulled up in front of a row of terrace houses. It actually wasn't too far from my office. "One of them owns a rental flat here that's empty. We're kind of all pitching in to cover the cost, and it will be... well the groups den of inequity."

We got out and she handed me a key. Bemused, I took it and we walked up and in to a small flat. The living room was actually quite large, but sparse. It had a small comfy sofa, two standing lamps and a big plasma screen opposite a small coffee table. The kinkiness started in one bedroom, with nothing but a huge mattress, covered in a silk sheet with big metal rings at each corner. A trunk at the foot of the bed, opened up to reveal a rather mind boggling collection of sex toys. Then the other bedroom, which looked from imprints on the carpet to have been recently cleared, had what looked like a dentist chair. My wife blanched a bit, and said it was a gyno doctors chair.

We both laughed, "Its bloody typical of... oh we have to keep names out of it, don't we? Well, she goes overboard with everything! Now darling, you're to stay here for your first appointment. Taxi it home afterwards, you'll be back in time to dinner with the kids I should think. Put on the blindfold and strip. She said 2pm, and that's 10 minutes away." I got a peck to the lips and she was gone, just like that.

I wanted to ask questions, maybe debate this a little, but there was no chance. I bit my lip, considered just walking out and getting home, but instead stripped, put my cloths away in an empty cupboard in the kitchen, and put on the blindfold. Sitting bare bottomed on a leather sofa was an odd experience. I felt exposed, and more than a little nervous. I had little real idea what to expect.

The reality was truly beyond imagining. I was led to the funny chair, and found myself strapped down with a ball gag inserted into my mouth. It was a triffle concerning, but when a warm mouth wrapped around my cock I relaxed. Then "zap", a sharp electric pain and painful tug around my groin. "Zap", "zap". It went on and on, this zapping and tugging at my pubic hairs, as well as the warm mouth and eventually a small thin vibrator inserted into my anus.

I didn't know what way was up or down. It moved around my groin, then I was tilted up and it was done inside and outside my cheeks. Then down one leg a ways, then another. I didn't come, but neither did I go soft given the expert treatment of my cock.

Finally it stopped, my brow was wiped as I'd been sweating. My lips were warmly kissed, then I felt my bounds being undone, then nothing. I moved, got up on wobbly legs and took off the mask. The room was empty. I looked down and got the shock of my life. I had no pubic hair, none, nor any to a neat line part way down my legs. My skin was flaming red, and covered with what felt like goose bumps. Just no hair!

Bloody hell! That wasn't what I'd signed up for, not even a little bit. I went to get my cloths, but they weren't there. My jaw clenched when I saw a pile of cloths on the sofa. Mind games huh? On top there was a white thong, obviously for a man, but not hugely masculine in style. Then a stretchy black vest and black silk trousers and shirt. I had no choice, so I pulled the thong on, then the vest. I could only shake my head, it was this sort of swirled black and grey pattern with the grey being see through. Both nipples where visible, and it was just thin straps over the shoulders. It was cold, and there was no jacket, so I had to wear it. Shirt next, at least it was OK, and trousers that were a fairly standard pleated design, but the way they rubbed against my now bare skin was a bit distracting. I slipped on the sox and shoes, picked up my wallet and left.

I half expected people to stare and point, but I guess I looked normal enough. The provocative stuff was on underneath. It was an uneventful trip home, though I missed dinner. The kids were in the bath, so when my wife gave me a knowing look and a kiss, I couldn't say anything. Mind you, finding her in the smallest of skirts in a fairly see through blouse with a hugely sexy bra on underneath kept me distracted from my angry intent too.

We got our bouncy threesome to bed, then went downstairs. In an instant she was all over me. "Come on, I want to feel it!"

Her lips crushed mine as her hands unbuckled my trousers. I wanted to argue, to fight, but she knew the one way to keep a man quiet. In an instant she was on her knees, her hands cupping my now smooth buttocks, her mouth tonguing me through the silky tight pants. "Oh god, this is so sexy."

I caught my breath, "Would it be sexy if it was done to Charlie?" The bitterness in my voice dripped out.

She jerked back as if stung. Her face turned angry, and she flung herself up. Before I understood what she was doing I was pushed over the arm of a sofa and I was roughly spanked. Not many times, but very hard. This time I did feel it, it hurt. I don't know if the physical pain was worse than the mental or not. As fast as it started, she was done and running up the stairs crying.

I lay there, not quite comprehending what had happened. What I said had been from the depth of my own hurt and confusion, yet it had clearly touched a sore spot. Why? Why then had I been spanked, punished like a wayward child?

Finally I stood, pulled up the trousers pooled around my ankles. I heard footsteps, turned and saw her, nude bar a small pair of knickers. Without meeting my eyes she through a paid of leather wrist cuffs at me. "I'm going out."

I croaked out a horse, "No."

"I wasn't going to. I told them tonight was for us, but I've never been as hurt as what you just did. You rejected me, belittled me. I love you, understand that, but this loss of control is something I know I need and know is a need you can't meet. You have two choices. Stay, put these on, and wait, or leave."

"I would understand if you left. If the positions where reversed I'm not sure I'd stay. If you stay, understand that what happens will be out of either of our control. That's what this is about, not having control. What will happen, will happen, regardless of what we might think we want. I hope you stay, I desperately want you to be in this with me, otherwise I will be so lonely."

"Then don't do it, stay with me, please."

"No, its too late for that. I know you can't be what I need." That was like a knife to my gut. Why couldn't I? "Stay, or go. I want you to stay, but understand if you do then you loose control too."

She turned and walked away, back up the stairs. I felt lost, hopeless, and crumpled to the floor. I heard her moving about, heard her come back down the stairs, heard the door open, then close. I couldn't go, how could I go? Yet could I stay? Whether I stayed or went I'd know absolutely that other men would have my wife. If I stayed, then I would have to watch it, if I went I would never know. Which was worse? If I stayed at least we could keep it from the children. If I went, they would have to live through a divorce. Which was worse? Sacrifice everything I knew and loved, orsacrifice myself?

The thing was, there was a part of me that wanted to see what they would do to her. I hated it, but couldn't deny the thrill it gave me to watch other men fuck her. What was it he called me, a "Beta Male". Was that what I was? I didn't know what to do.

I just knelt there, not knowing. How much time passed only hit my confused consciousness when I heard the door open. Two voices, one male and now hated, one female and loved, hit my ears. They sounded happy, or was there an edge to my wife's laugh? My decision had been made, perhaps it was best that I hadn't consciously made it.

They came into the living room. 

"Ahh, he's still here." Will. To think he had been a friend. "But he hasn't cuffed up. Do that, will you darling?"

"Yes Will." She sounded relieved and scared at the same time. I didn't look up, but didn't resist as she moved my hands behind me, took my wrists and cuffed them together. From the corner of my eye I saw her in one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen. She hadn't put it on for me.

"Now, undress me." My wife stood, went to him, curled herself up to him, and began undressing him. She took a long time, kissing him, stroking him every bit of the way. Eventually he was nude. My wife curled up to his side. They kissed, his hand cupping one breast.

"Get a bucket." She looked puzzled, but went to the kitchen. He walked and stood before me. I hadn't stopped looking down, now my eyes naturally focused on his feet. "A lovely start to the evening, a nice meal, a lovely claret, a bit of Jazz. Now, some sex."

She came back in. "I want you to kiss the cock that will fuck your wife."

She gasped, I croaked a "No!" I was not gay. Despite what I was wearing under my trousers, I was not gay!

"As if you have a choice any more. Help him."

She knelt beside me, took my head in her hands. Tilted me up, made me look. His crotch was just in front of me, his cock just starting to swell.

"I'm not gay, I don't want..."

"You stayed. This isn't about what you want, or if you're gay. I don't think you are either, but it doesn't matter. Kiss it, kiss it before it fucks me." She never talked dirty, never.

My head was moved forward. I resisted, but she was surprisingly strong. I didn't want this, desperately didn't want this. The tip of his cock brushed my lips and suddenly my gorge was rising. I threw up, the bucket conveniently in front of me. As I lost my dinner, I heard him chuckle above me.

"I'm told it's a common response. Clean him, then again." My wife gently wiped my face with a damp cloth.

"No... please." She lifted my head, firmly, broking no argument. I didn't want to, really didn't want to. His hard tip brushed my lips again. I was limp, unable to fight. His hard shaft pushed in past my lips, into my mouth.

"Good, good. Ah, what a trip, to make another man take you in his mouth before you fuck his wife. This is too good." I sobbed. He pulled out, took my wife's hand in his. Lifted her up. Her face was white, drained, but she answered his kiss.

I sat there and watched him play with, then fuck my wife. I watched, feeling my cock hard in its soft feminine case inside my trousers. Watched the cock I had kissed enter each of my wife's orifices, watched it make her cum again and again. I had never felt so deeply humiliated in my life. On top of that, watching him, that bastard, do my wife made me incredibly horny. I didn't understand the mix of emotions in my brain, didn't like them, but couldn't deny them.

They kept at it for over an hour. When he was done, he stood. My head was lifted by the hair and I was made to kiss his limp cock, covered with my wife's juices. Then they went upstairs and had a shower. Did they have sex again? Probably. I couldn't stand, couldn't bear to go find out.

Footsteps came down the stairs, heavy ones. "Nighty night boyo." He left, I stayed. Eventually I found it in me to go upstairs and crawl into bed beside her sleeping form.



The Experiment Ch. 07



Doug Lewis sat in his favorite easy chair reviewing the many notes he had on his ongoing experiment in mind control. He could not believe his successes and was very surprised in the effect his program was having on individuals not directly stimulated by his program’s suggestions. It seemed that many people had repressed sexual desires that the right stimulus would elicit rather surprising sexual behaviors. Doug knew that this was not only true of others but noted several instances of his own rather strange behavior. After all, he would have never considered sucking another man’s cock in the past, but now had not only sucked another man’s cock but sucked a priest’s cock.

Doug could have never guessed when he first began his experiment on his neighbor’s daughter where things would lead. Kathy had been the perfect subject. Her effect on Father John lead to many situations Doug could have never guessed would have happened. He was pleased that he was gathering lots data on human sexuality plus having a lot of fun himself.

Doug considered Father John’s choices of priesthood and the denial of his sexuality. Father John had chosen to repress his sexuality in the name of religion and Doug now knew what a dangerous choice that could be. Father John’s association with Sister Teresa had proven that the denial and repression of sexual desires could lead to explosive passionate acts.

Doug’s chance meeting with Bill confirmed his ideas of the potential of repressed desire within family systems.  Bill’s passive aggressive deposit of semen in his recipes allowed him to infuse his cum into all his friends including his daughter, Ann.  Bill’s actions seemed to be a reaction resulting from the tension between him and his wife, Sandra. Dough had learned from Bill that his wife was no longer interested in sex with him. Doug wondered about her sexual drive and doubted that her libido would have suddenly disappeared. 

Bill’s daughter, Ann was another subject Doug planned to continue to investigate. Now with Ann and Kathy having a chance encounter he had ample resources to collect data on her. He also wondered about the games Ann and her Dad were playing with each other and how far this would go.

Then of course there was Sister Teresa. Doug had not met her but she appeared to be a very interesting character. It seems her repressed sexual nature had been suddenly and completely awakened by Father John’s cock. 

After considering his next move Doug decided it was time to visit Kathy again. He wanted to review her journal of her sexual activities particularly any involving Ann and to bring her a new CD he had just finished. He hoped this program would strengthen his control and even increased Kathy’s already heightened libido. He looked forward to their visit.

As Doug drove over to Kathy’s he wondered about the effect of his experiment on him. He had noticed that his libido had increased since he began the experiment but then he had many more opportunities to have sex. In the past the most stimulation he had was porno on the internet, now he had live females and males doing his bidding. Doug was also have some rather strange dreams about sex and several times in the past few weeks had awakened to a puddle of cum after a wet dream. Many times he had difficulty remembering the exact nature of the dream but some of the rather sadistic fragments of the dreams were disconcerting and he did not like thinking too much about them.

He arrived at Kathy’s and knocked on the door.

“Hi, Doug,” Kathy said surprised at his visit.

As he entered he noticed a cute young female sitting on the couch.

“So who is your young friend?” he asked.

“Oh Doug this is Ann. Ann this is Doug,” Kathy said introducing them.

“Hi Ann,” Doug said in greeting thinking about how lucky he was to find her here.

“Hi, Doug,” Ann replied looking him over. She had seen him a few times at Church but had not met him.

“Well Kathy, I have to go,” Ann said as she stood up to leave.

“Why don’t you wait a couple of minutes? I have some new CD’s that I want Kathy’s opinion on and I would like to hear whether you like them too, Ann.”

“Well I guess I can listen a few minutes.”

“Is that okay with you Kathy?” Doug asked knowing Kathy could not refuse any request he made.

“Sure Doug, go ahead and play them,” Kathy said. She always felt like her mind was in a fog around Doug. However, other parts of her body would become very alive in his presence.

Doug walked over to the CD player and put in his CD’s. He decided since Ann was there he would not use the new CD but play his basic induction and suggestion CD to determine the effect on Ann.

The strange music began and Doug watched the girls’ reactions. Kathy was immediately affected and he could see her eyes glaze over. It took a few minutes but he noticed Ann also beginning to respond to the music. Doug smiled.

“So what do you girls think of the music?” Doug asked.

Neither girl answered. They were sitting quietly staring straight ahead. Doug noticed Kathy’s hand had moved between her legs but she was now sitting still.

“Can you girls hear me?” Doug asked in a commanding voice.

“Yes,” they both answered.

“Will you do what I command?”

“Yes,” they answered in unison.

“Kathy, your friend Ann is certainly a sexy young girl. Don’t you think so?” Doug asked.

“Yes, she is very sexy,” Kathy answered. Kathy began to feel the familiar wetness between her legs as Doug’s questions intensified the stimulation Kathy was feeling.

“I bet she tastes good.”

“Yes, she tastes very good,” Kathy answered and licked her lips.

“How do you know?” Doug asked having already read Kathy account of her previous encounter with this young girl.

“I licked and ate her pussy at the Church,” Kathy answered. Kathy could feel her clit beginning to swell in anticipation of whatever was to transpire.

“Ann, did you like Kathy eating your pussy?”

“Yes, I loved it,” Ann replied. Ann did not understand what was happening but she was enjoying it. It suddenly seemed she wanted to talk to Doug and tell him everything. The more questions he asked the more she felt her own pussy begin to leak pussy juice. She could feel a small spot of wetness that has formed on her panties.

“So do you like it as much as you like letting your Dad see your pussy?” 

“How do you know about that?” Ann asked suddenly feeling disturbed that her friend Kathy would tell such thing to someone else.

“Ann, you want me to know everything about you. Don’t you Ann?”

Suddenly the feelings of betrayal vanished leaving Ann feeling good that Kathy had told Doug about her. She was very excited that Doug seemed to like the idea that she let her Dad see her naked.

“I bet your Dad gets a big hard on every time he sees your pussy.”

“Yes, Dad loves to see me naked and several times I have seen the bulge in his pants,” Ann answered. Ann was becoming very excited as she revealed her secrets to this strange man that she had just met.

“Ann would like Kathy to remove your shorts?” Doug asked.

“Yes,” Ann whispered.

“Then asked Kathy to take off your shorts and let us see your pussy.”

“Kathy, please take off my pants and so you can see my pussy?” Ann said in a most pressing voice.

Kathy immediately rose from the couch. She reached down and unfastened Ann’s shorts. She pulled them and Ann’s panties off in one quick tug leaving Ann naked from the waste down. Kathy remained on the floor sitting between Ann’s legs. Kathy pushed Ann’s legs apart given Doug an unrestricted view of Ann’s almost hairless cunt.

“Very nice, very nice indeed,” Doug said as he looked at this young pussy.

“Thank you Doug, I’m glad you like my pussy,” Ann replied.

Doug smiled knowing that his CD was having the desired effect on this young girl. Ann sat on the couch with Kathy sitting on the floor between her legs holding Ann’s legs open enough to allow Doug a perfect view of her cute young cunt. Doug could see some moisture glistening on the edges of her pussy lips.

“Doug, may I please lick Ann’s pussy?” Kathy suddenly begged.

Doug was surprised at this since before Kathy only acted as he commanded. She seemed to have no will of her own. Now it appeared her sexual desires were becoming so powerful that they were motivating her out of her passive state.

“So you want to eat Ann’s young pussy, Kathy?” Doug asked.

“Yes, Doug, please let me. I will eat her good and she will love it,” Kathy almost cried.

“Please let her eat my pussy,” Ann suddenly said.

This was all very interesting. It seemed to Doug that the girls’ sexual appetite was becoming stronger than his suggestive program of control. However, he was pleased that they still needed is permission to take action. He was still in control but now the girls were asking him for what they wanted.

“Don’t you girls think it is nasty to eat a cunt?” Doug asked.

“Yes, it is very nasty but I would love to eat Ann’s pussy. Please Doug, I have to eat her,” Kathy said and was near tears as she looked up at Doug.

“Okay so you admit that you are a very dirty slut that loves to eat pussy juice?”

“Yes, I am a pussy loving slut and I suck up all of Ann’s pussy juice. It tastes wonderful. Please let me.”

Doug could see Ann squirming on the couch. He could also see that her pussy had become wet and small droplets were forming on the lips of her pussy.

“Ok eat Ann, Kathy,” Doug said given Kathy the permission she desired.

Kathy face went immediately forward to between Ann’s legs. Doug could see Kathy’s tongue lapping away at the pussy juices that had form on the out rim of her pussy hole. Ann’s reaction was immediate. As she felt Kathy’s tongue invade her most intimate areas she began to hunch her hips into Kathy’s mouth. 

“Oh Doug, it feels so good for Kathy to eat me. Thank you for letting her. Mmmmm,” Ann said and then moaned as Kathy continued to lick up her juices. 

Kathy seemed oblivious to everything. The only thing that mattered was Ann’s pussy. Kathy was in the world of Ann’s cunt and was savoring every drop of Ann’s pussy juice.

This was too much for Ann.

“Oh Goooood!” Ann cried as she grabbed Kathy’s head and pulled her into her crotch even tighter.

Kathy felt her face flush against Ann’s pussy but she never let her tongue quit working. Her tongue was fucking in and out of Ann’s pussy hole.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Ann moaned and was not oblivious to anything but the feel of Kathy’s mouth and tongue on her clit and pussy hole. She was moving to an orgasm of immense proportions. Ann never knew she could feel such a thing as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure erupted through her entire being.

As Doug watched Ann humped against Kathy’s mouth in a frenzied attempt to make the orgasm last longer. As her pussy exploded Doug could see a stream of juices flow out of Ann’s pussy. Kathy was there licking it up like a prized beverage.

Ann slowly collapsed back on the couch. She was spent. Kathy rose up and her mouth was wet with Ann’s juices.

“Come over here,” Doug instructed Kathy.

Kathy crawled over to the chair where Doug was sitting.

Doug had pulled out his hard cock and presented to Kathy. She immediately took it in her mouth and began to nurse. It seemed she could satisfy her sexual craving for sex juice of all kinds, male and female.

“That’s it. Suck my cock like the slutty bitch you are.”

It did not take long and Doug felt his balls tighten. The familiar rush began and his cock head swelled in Kathy’s mouth. She could wait for the taste of Doug’s cum and began to suck harder. 

“Ohhhh fuck!” Doug cried as his cock exploded into Kathy’s willing mouth. He spurted load after load of cum as he looked at Ann sitting on the couch with her hand rubbing her cunt lips. It was great. 

Kathy did not miss a drop. She could taste Doug’s cum mixed with Ann’s pussy juice. It was wonderful but Kathy had not experience the orgasm that she desired.

“Ok that is enough,” Doug said as he pulled his cock out of Kathy’s mouth. She licked the last drop of cum off his dick hole.

“I have to go but I hope to see you girls again.”

“We do too,” they both answered. He noticed Kathy had a very disappointed look on her face.

“Ann, I want you to do something for me,” Doug said.

“Anything,” she willingly answered.

“I want you to spy on your parents. Sneak around and see what they are up to. Come home early at times when they are no expecting you but be careful to not get caught. I want to know what kind of games they are playing. I also want to know how your Mom satisfies herself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand and I will find out everything you want,” Ann answered feeling a very strange desire to fulfill all of Doug’s requests.

“Also I want you to keep a record of the little games that you and your Dad play. I want to know how often he gets to see you naked and how he reacts. You also might want to do various things such as sit in his lap and see what he does. Okay?”

“Yes, I will be happy to do all these things for you Doug,” Ann answered.

“I’ve got to go. Now you girls do whatever you want after I’m gone. You will both remember what has happened and you will know that you had a fantastic time. You will want to do this again and again. Do you both understand?” Doug asked.

“Yes we understand,” they answered.

Doug grabbed his CD’s and went to the door. 

“I will be back in a couple of weeks. Ann, write me a report on what you find and leave it with Kathy. I will probably want to see the two of you together again but I will let Kathy know about the date and time. See you girls.”

As Doug walked out the door both girls felt as if they were coming out of some kind of trance. 

Ann found herself sitting with no pants or panties. She found her hand rubbing her pussy. While she did not fully understand what had just happened she did understand how great her hand felt rubbing her pussy.

Kathy was becoming use to these type situations and as Doug shut the door she felt as if she was released from his spell. However, this was on to be trapped in her own spell of sexual desire. She quickly ripped off her pants and panties and began to minister to her own swollen clit. 

“Ohhhh Goooood!” Kathy cried.

Kathy’s cries awakened Ann. She looked to see Kathy lying on the floor vigorously rubbing pussy. Ann climbed down off the couch and quickly her mouth found Kathy’s wet pussy. 

Kathy and Ann spent the rest of the evening licking and sucking each other in every possible way. Ann missed her piano lessons but she did not care. It was a wonderful afternoon for the girls.



The Experiment Ch. 08



Ann returned home after her afternoon delight with her new friend Kathy. She walked in the kitchen and found she was home alone. She decided this would be a good time to begin snooping around.

She went to her parent's bedroom. She knew that her mother and father did not have many intimate moments; in fact, she did not think they had sex at all. She opened her mother's closet and looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary just clothes and shoes. 

Ann examined several of the shoe boxes and found one in the back that seemed to have something other than shoes in it. She opened the box and to her surprise found several vibrators. Also in the box was some kind of clamps. She also found some strange looking socks. They had very tight bands around them and looked like they would only fit a child. The only other thing in the box was a leather vest. Ann was not sure what these were but guessed they had something to do with her mother's seemingly secret sex life. There was nothing else of interested in the box. Ann could not find any other item that would suggest her mother did more than masturbate now and then. Ann decided she wanted to catch her mother masturbating so she could give a good report to Doug.

Ann's mother, Sandra was an interesting woman. She was 38 years old and was a successful realtor. She had sold her million dollars worth of property and had several awards. Most everyone liked Sandra and she was a sociable woman. Everyone knew her as a very proper type woman and a modern business person with lots of confidence in her abilities.

Sandra and Bill's marriage began to suffer after the birth of Ann. It just seemed that she and Bill drifted off into the very different directions. They stayed together mostly because it was the easiest thing to do. It would be much too much trouble for them to separate and have to set up separate households. So since they got along okay they remained a couple and simply acted their parts as husband and wife. They slept in the same bed but they had very little actual communication and as far as Sandra was concerned sex was a non-issue. She had long ago lost any desire for her husband.

However, Sandra had not lost the desire for sex. While she did not want the complications involved with another man or woman for that matter as a sex partner she did feel the need for sex gratification. So on the rare occasion she found herself alone she would drink a glass of wine and pleasure herself. She had been doing this for a number of years; however, two years ago she found a strange solution to her sexual needs.

It happened when Sandra was asked by one of her clients to stay at their house for a few days. They had a sudden business trip and needed someone to watch their house and take care of their place. Sandra did not really want to spend the night in some else's home but they were very good clients and she felt she had no choice but to help them out. She did not have anything planned for the time involved so Sandra agreed to spend a few nights at their home.

"Okay Sandra, you should not have any problems. We already fed the horses and the dogs. Tomorrow when you feed them you will find the food is already out and just pour in their stall and in the dog dishes. There should not be any difficulties but if you have any problems call us," Mrs. Labby explained as she prepared to leave.

"Okay Mrs. Labby, I think things will go fine," Sandra assured her client.

Sandra watched Mrs. Labby drive out of the driveway and she prepared to make herself comfortable for the next few days. The Labby's house was a very nice house. It was not particularly large but comfortable. The guest bedroom had been prepared and Ann prepared a bath in the large bathtub as she prepared for bed.

The bath was very relaxing but as the water ran between her legs Ann felt something else. She felt her pussy begin to tingle. It seemed as if the strange house and the fact that she was alone was making her feel a bit adventuresome. As she got out of the bath she wondered about the Labby's and what they did for fun. 

Sandra was not a nosey person but on this night decided to investigate the Labby's private life. Normally, Sandra would have never thought of invading another person's privacy but for some reason she felt excited at the prospect of seeing what she could find.

There was no reason for the Labby's to be concerned so their bedroom was easily accessible. Ann opened the door and look around at their large king size bed. She wondered what secrets the bed could tell. She found two large walk in closets but they contain nothing of any real significance. The Labby's were rather wealthy and each had a very nice selection of rather expensive clothes, just what you would expect from an upper class family.

As Sandra poked around she found another door that was locked. It looked to be a small closet. Sandra examined the lock and found it to be simple type lock. She obtained a coat hanger and was able to easily open the door. She was rather shocked to say the least as to what she found.

The closet was filled with the sexiest lingerie. There were all kinds of bra and panties. Many bras were nothing but support to hold up the breasts without covering them. Most of the panties were crotch-less. There were several pairs of nylon stockings that cover the legs and waist but left the entire genital region uncovered. Sandra could not believe the rush she was getting thinking about Mrs. Labby wearing these outfits. 

As she looked around she also found many whips and paddles. There were nipple clamps and various kinds of vibrators. Sandra decided that she might just have to experiment a little. "What could it hurt?" she said to herself.

Sandra examined her find of Mrs. Labby's most intimate apparent but she suddenly heard something. Sandra quickly shut the door feeling paranoid that someone might catch her. She quickly exited the bedroom and went to find what the noise was. 

In the kitchen she heard a scratching sound that was coming from the door. She looked out the window and saw that Mrs. Labby's German Sheppard wanted to come in. Sandra knew that Mrs. Labby often Shelby, the dog sleep inside the house at night. Shelby was a very gentle dog so Sandra decided to let him in to keep her company. After all, he was not going to tell his master about her snooping.

Sandra walked back to the Labby's bedroom followed by Shelby.

"Shelby, have you ever seen Mrs. Labby dressed up in this?" Sandra asked the dog as she examined a bra that had no cups just wired supports. 

Shelby just looked at Sandra with his tongue to the side of his mouth. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation.

"I can't imagine her wearing these," Sandra said picking up a pair of panties with only two small strips of lace leaving a wide open space for a pussy to be seen.

"You know Shelby I have never worn such a thing. You don't think Mrs. Labby would mind if I tried on her panties, do you?"

Shelby almost nodded his head in agreement.

"That's good enough for me Shelby," Sandra said as she took off her robe. She then stripped off the t shirt and panties she was wearing. She slipped on the bra allowing her 36 c breasts to hang out of a 34 b bra. It took a little effort but she encased her breasts in the tight band that held her tits in a firm grip. She then slipped on the panties allowing the strip to go to each side of her pussy.

"Shelby, my pussy is becoming wet wearing all these things of Mrs. Labby's. Isn't that terrible of me?" Sandra said and giggled as she walked around with the obscene bra and panties. There was a large mirror in the room and Sandra was enjoying the view of herself.

"I look pretty damn hot," she said as she admired her own body.

Next Sandra tried on a body stocking. It went from her toes to her neck. It took some effort to put it on. To Sandra's amazement there were tight strong elastic bands in various places. Two such bands went around her breasts let them hang free but with the support of the elastic squeezing them tight. Then Sandra looked to see her entire genital region was left uncovered. Her ass was free the same elastic bands holding the stock tight around her ass cheeks. There was no front around her pussy and between her legs leaving her cunt totally exposed. 

"This is really hot," Sandra said as she gazed into the mirror.

Sandra sat down on the bed with the mirror in front of her. She was enjoying the view.

"Well what do you think Shelby?" Sandra asked her new friend.

Shelby got up at the mention of his name and walked over to where she was sitting. Sandra had her legs spread making her obscene outfit even more revealing. She looked down to see Shelby standing between her legs waiting for her to pet him. 

"Good dog," she said as she reached down and patted his head. As she did so Shelby lowered his head and as he smelled her pussy scent he licked right down the crack of her pussy.

"Oh my!" Sandra exclaimed being caught off guard by Shelby's actions. This was just in time for Shelby to give another long lick followed by several quick small laps of the tongue.

"Shelby, stop that!" Sandra said and pushed him away. As she pushed the dog away she shuttered feeling electric sparks travel up her spine from where Shelby licked her.

"That is a nasty thing to do," she said to Shelby who had lain back down on the carpet after being rejected by Sandra.

Sandra could not help but let her hand travel down to her pussy and give it a rub. 

"Oh Shelby, I have to admit your tongue really felt good but that is so disgusting to allow a dog to lick my pussy. I'm not that much of a slut or am I?"

Shelby just looked at her but then he reached down and gave his own genital a good lick. Sandra could see the pink head and his shaft briefly appear and then disappear back into his sheath.

"What are you doing over there Shelby?" Sandra asked watching him lick himself.

Shelby looked up at this woman dressed in the most revealing body stocking.

"Come here Shelby," Sandra said patting her leg.

She watched as Shelby stood up and walked over to her.

Sandra slowly began to rub Shelby's head and with no direction on her part Shelby nose went back between her legs. As she continued to rub his head Shelby once again began to lick her pussy. Sandra could feel his wide tongue lapping at the folds of her pussy. Now and then his tongue hit the side of her clit. Sandra knew this was a very depraved act of bestiality but that did not stop her clit from beginning to swell. Sandra felt her nipples hard to points of stone as she leg this animal lick her cunt.


"Oh Shelby you are a wicked beast. I wonder if this is the first human pussy that you have licked. You seemed to do it so well," Sandra told her new lover. Sandra could not quite believe that she was allowing a dog perform oral sex on her. She also could not believe how good it felt.

Sandra was sitting on the edge of the bed and shifted forward to give Shelby a better angle to lick her pussy. She did not know what she was doing.

Suddenly Shelby rose up and literally pushed her back on the bed. This left her upper body lying back on the bed with her feet on the floor and her legs spread giving Shelby complete access to her wet cunt. Shelby had now pinned her down with the weight of his upper body and she suddenly understood what her dog lover had in mind.

It took Shelby several thrusts to find his target. Sandra was positioned just right for Shelby's cock to find her pussy hole. Once his long thin cock found the mark he began to rapidly dog hunch her pussy.

"Oh my God! What are you doing Shelby? No stop it!" Sandra screamed.

Shelby did not like her resistance and gave a low deep growl that indicated Sandra had no choice but to cooperate.

As Shelby continued to thrust into his prey, Sandra stopped her resistance and noticed that her pussy was beginning to respond. She could feel his long pink dick slipping in and out. She could feel his balls slapping against her and suddenly she wanted him to fuck her.

"Fuck me Shelby! Fuck my pussy!" she shouted.

Shelby was happy to comply.

Suddenly, Sandra felt her pussy hole being filled totally. Shelby's cock was expanding and Sandra felt his cock fully pushing into the side of the walls of her pussy. Luckily Shelby's cock was thin and the pressure of his knot only served to heighten Sandra sexual excitement. 

She felt his cock expand and begin to pulsate inside her. She could feel her dog lover's dick began to spurt loads of hot cum warming the inside of her body. It was all too much for her.

"Oh God Shelby, I am cumming, fuck me baby!" Sandra said as waves of orgasmic pleasure flooded over her. She felt his streams of dog cum going deep within her womb and she rocked from the explosions of his pulsating cock spurting dog cum.

Shelby's cock was still pumping cum as his cock knot had firmly connected the two lovers. Shelby turned away from his bitch and let his cock continue to flood her pussy with his cum. Sandra swooned feeling the warm flow insider her pussy. 

Sandra looked down to see Shelby's ass facing her but she could still feel his cock wedged deep within her. It was pure heaven while it lasted. After about 5 minutes Shelby's cock came out with a plop and dog cum leaked out of Sandra's pussy onto the carpet.

Sandra sank down onto the floor and watched as her dog lover licked himself clean. 

Over the next three days Sandra had several more experiences with Shelby. When Mrs. Labby returned she noticed that Sandra had allowed Shelby to remain in the house.

"Did Shelby behave himself?" Mrs. Labby asked.

"Oh yes he was a very good dog. Everything went okay and there were no problem," Sandra assured Mrs. Labby.

Mrs. Labby smiled and thanked Sandra for her help. Sandra left the Labby's wishing she could bring Shelby home with her. 

It was about a month later that Sandra informed her husband Bill that she thought having a watch dog would be a good idea. She said she preferred a German Shepard and was going to check into buying one.

Bill, her husband, liked dogs and offered to help her find the right one. Sandra told him she would know when she found the right dog. It was about two weeks later that she purchase an adult male German Shepard. She named him Jack. 

Ann did not know these things about her mom but guessed that there were things her Mom was hiding from the family. After finding the shoe box with the odd sexual items Ann began to sneak around even more. She found times that she was not supposed to be home to spy on her mother and father when they thought they were home alone. 

It was Saturday before Ann had any luck with her secret investigation. Ann told her parents she was goings out with friends. However, she snuck back home to see what she could see. As she went quietly into the house she heard her father in the kitchen. She went in to the living room where she had a good view of part of the kitchen. She could see her father and was surprised that he was wearing only an apron. He had no clothes on under it and she could see that his cock was hard.

Ann slipped a hand down between her legs as she watched her father. Then she was in for a shock. Her father took a sauce pan and placed it on the table. Ann was careful to be quiet as she moved a little closer to see what he was doing. Ann watched as her father began to pump his cock and quickly his cock erupted spraying cum into the sauce pan. He was careful to milk every bit of cum into the pan. Ann watched with fascination as he took the pan and added tomato sauce and continued his cooking.

"So that is the secret ingredient," Ann said to herself with a great big smile on her face.

That same night Ann was just finishing her shower when her father walked into the bathroom.

"Oh Ann, I did not know you were in here," he said obviously lying.

"That's okay Dad," Ann replied and continued to dry herself letting her father get a good look at her body. Ann even bent down and towel off her legs as he Dad stood behind her.

"How is school going?" Bill said continuing to play their little game while looking close as his daughter's firm young ass. As she bent over he could see the folds over her pussy. He could also feel his cock coming awake in his pants and he shifted a little to ease the pressure.

"Dad sometimes I wonder if my guys really like my body," Ann said and turned to face her father. She let the towel drop to the floor.

Bill stood staring directly at his naked daughter's body.

"I know the guys will love you body but you have to be careful. They will all want something that you should not let the have until you find the right person," Bill instructed his daughter.

Ann noticed that there was a large budge in the front of her father's pants.

"Is that why your cock is hard right now?" she asked.

Bill was shocked to hear his daughter break the pattern of their game. He did not know what to say as he looked at her.

"Let me help you," Ann said.

She reached forward and with a quick motion unzipped his pants. She reached in his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

"Oh it is so nice Daddy. I love it," Ann squealed in a little girl's voice. 

Bill was paralyzed at his daughter's aggressiveness. He did not know what to do and just stood there speechless.

Ann knew what to do. She knelt down and took her father cock into her lips and began to kiss it.

"What are you doing Ann?" Bill finally managed to say as his daughter took his cock into her mouth.

Ann did not answer. Her mouth was full of her father's cock. Instead she began to suck hard on his cock.

Bill could not help it. He began to move back and forth and was soon fucking his own daughter's mouth. It did not take long. As Ann cupped his balls with one hand and held his hard cock with the other, she sucked him hard. Bill felt the head of his cock expand and he began to shutter. His cock released it load directly down his daughter's mouth. She eagerly ate all of his cum.

Ann kept her father's cock in her mouth until it shank back down and then with a final kiss she let it go.

"Dad, I think I know what the secret ingredient to your sauce is now and I love it. It tastes better without the tomato sauce," Ann said and grinned. She quickly put the towel back around her and walked out of the bathroom leaving her father standing there with his flaccid cock hanging out of his pants. Bill had a perplexed look on his face but he also had a big smile.

It was later that week that Ann got another chance to spy on her family for Doug. This time it involved her mother, Sandra. Bill, her father, had to make a business trip on Friday. This would leave Ann and her mother home alone. Ann made it a point to tell her mother that she had a big date on Friday and would not be home until later.

"Ann, you know I like you home at around midnight," Sandra told her daughter as they talked about the big date.

"This is somewhat special so I will probably not get home until around 2:00 am," Ann explained. "After all, I am 18."

"Well okay but be careful and don't drink any alcohol," Sandra replied.

"Ok no problem Mom."

Ann did not really have a date. What she planned was to leave giving her Mom the impression she was going on a date and then returning home and seeing what her mother did while she was safely alone in the house.

Ann waited till around 10:00 or so and circled around her neighborhood. She noticed all the lights were still on in the house so she parked the car and waited. At about 11:00 the light in the living and kitchen went out so Ann decided it was time to move.

Ann went into the garage and quietly entered the kitchen door. She walked around the table to the halls that lead to her parents' bedroom. She could see that there was a light on his her mother's room. Ann was not prepared for what she was going to find.




The Experiment Ch. 08



"Jack you are such a good boy," Ann heard her Mom said to Jack, her dog.

Ann guessed that her Mom did not like being alone so had her dog, Jack there for a companion. She was soon to learn just what kind of companion.

Ann quietly snuck up to the door and was pleased to see her Mother had not shut it all the way. As Ann's eyes adjusted she could make out her mother standing on one side of the bed. She noticed that her mother was nude but had the strange vest wrapped around her. As her mother turned Ann could see it covered her back and stomach but left her breasts exposed. Her mother was totally nude from the waste down.

"Come here Jack and see what Mommy has for you," Ann heard her mother say.

Ann watched as Jack walked up to her Mom. Her Mom reached down and began to pet Jack's head and Jack did a strange thing. His head went between her Mom's legs and Ann gasped a little as she saw Jack's tongue begin to lick her Mother's pussy.

"Oh my God!" Ann said to herself. She could believe what she was seeing.

"You are such a good doggie, Jack. Do you like Mommy's pussy," Sandra said to her pet.

"Oh, yes you like Mommy's pussy a lot," she continued.

Ann could not believe that her prim and proper mother who always did everything right was not only letting a dog lick her pussy but was encouraging him. Ann watched and was shocked to see mother side off the bed and get on her knees.

"Come here Jack. It is time for you to fuck Mommy's pussy. Get the dog cock of yours ready and fuck me," her mother said.

Ann watched as Jack needing little encouragement mounted her mother. Ann noticed the small socks she had seen were being worn by Jack and the vest protected her mother from any scratches. It seemed her mother was very familiar with fucking this dog.

"Oh yes, Jack, fuck my pussy you nasty dog," Sandra said and Ann could see Jack pounding his cock into his human lover.

Ann did not know what to think but decided that she had seen enough. She certainly did not want to get caught at this time. She was feeling very confused over what she had witness.

"Oh fuck me Jack, Oh God you feel good!" Ann heard her mother screamed as she crawled back down the hall to make her escape. 

Ann went back through the garage and got into her car. 

"Wow, I have a really fucked up family, no wonder I am so fucked up," Ann said to herself as she sat in the car. As Ann pondered what she had just seen she was surprised to find that her pussy was now wet.

"My Mom fucking our dog and my Dad cumming in our food turns me on. How weird can you get?" Ann thought as she pulled out in the street. She still had a couple of hours to kill before she would be able to return home. Ann's hand went to down and as she drove along she began to rub her moist pussy. As Ann enjoyed her own pussy she could not wait to write all of what she had learned so she could report it to her new friend Doug.