Future of Porn

Had it really only been five weeks? To Erica Rivers, it felt as if it had been over a year since she’d first entered the Bullpen. Thirty-four days earlier, she’d stepped into the Observation Room a ball of a nerves, a button-down, sexually conservative introvert. Her breasts had gone from a B-cup to a double D, her voice had dropped a quarter octave, and she had actually grown three inches in height in just the past month, but the biggest changes had happened not physically, but emotionally and psychologically.

Erica lay stretched out on the clinically-white floor of the Bullpen. She was stark naked, her hair mussed and her body coated in a glistening sheen of perspiration. Though the lights in the room were dimmed, Erica’s bewitching green eyes were still wide open, the girl lying on her back and staring up into the empty space overhead. It was her own form of twilight, the moments between orgasm and slumber, and her fingers were still contentedly running across the smooth skin of her stomach. She was more than slender, her narrow waist providing a stark contrast to her ample bosom, the former a product of a controlled diet and mandatory exercise, the latter a product of biochemical enhancements.

Erica’s breasts were, in a word, perfect. They were immense, round, and entirely symmetrical. Her nipples, still excited from her recent sexual activity with herself, stood straight out and up into the air. Of course, Erica and those who had watched the past few weeks would have been hard pressed to remember a moment when the girl’s nipples hadn’t been rock hard. The nipples themselves sat at the center of a pair of luscious, brown areolas, each of which sat higher on Erica’s breasts than perhaps normal – their positioning, even before the deuterotone-induced breast augmentation, giving a bit more visual heft to the underside of each tit.

The girl’s pussy was bare, completely devoid of pubic hair, allowing the juices upon her still-engorged labia to glimmer all the better in the weak lighting. Since first masturbating beneath the Bullpen’s shower on the thirteenth day of the deuterotone experiment, Erica’s vagina had been the near-constant center of attention, her pastime inside the small room and out. One could argue that it had held her rapt even before that late-night self-pleasure session, as Erica had been unable to concentrate on anything other than her own carnal need a week before succumbing to her animal desires. From that point forward, however, the dark-haired girl guessed that she had gotten herself off, on average, about nine or ten times per day. The video footage would provide a more concrete number, but Erica estimated that she’d made herself cum a total of over two hundred times, either with her fingers or with the toys that had been left as gifts for her, and her twat. The number seemed unfathomable, but given twenty-two days since that first instance, and little else to keep her busy, Erica knew the sum to be fairly accurate – even if didn’t include the three times Wendy Milne had eaten her out (at two hundred bucks a pop, no less), the night she’d spent with Colin and Jamie Eggert, and the day with Hannah Cho just three days earlier.

She had stripped for her science, bared her body to save her company time and money, shed her clothes in order to establish her own reputation as a biochemist. Though Erica had been a last minute stand-in for the twenty-one-year-old girl originally slated to undergo the experimental deuterotone treatment, she couldn’t imagine not being her own guinea pig at this point. She couldn’t imagine still living in the same rigid manner in which she had conducted herself for twenty-nine years. She couldn’t imagine still timidly retreating into herself in the presence of another person. She couldn’t imagine how she’d have been able to carry on without discovering herself, discovering her body, and discovering the joy of true sexual release.

Erica fantasized again about being on the end of Colin’s cock, sliding up and down upon it, both their bodies wet with Erica’s fluids. She remembered the sweet taste of Hannah’s pussy, her tongue delving deep inside her friend as Hannah’s explored the inner folds of Erica’s own, the two girls locked in sixty-nine. And she nearly came again, recalling when she’d leaned back on the ops desk, her ass mashing the keyboard beneath her, and for the first time let another woman – Wendy – lick her to orgasm.

But Colin was married. Hannah was engaged. And Wendy, well, Erica doubted she’d be paying the peroxide blonde’s service fee once she had access to the unsuspecting population of Avon, outside the ConnPharm walls. She’d be released by four or five o’clock tomorrow afternoon, and even though the dark-haired girl was dreading the thought of resuming her daily life, she was salivating over the thought of retiring to bed the following evening with an unknown gentleman. Perhaps two. Three?

It made Erica sad, honestly, to think that this Sunday evening would be her last in the Bullpen. She had brainstormed for reasons to remain in the room – a few last tests, a few extra readings. She had wondered what experiment she could run in the next few weeks or months that would require her to return to her current confines for even a few hours. Both scenarios were unlikely, however, as she and her partner, Noah Forsythe, would be finished with early analysis, and be moving quickly forward on Phase One trials. Even if she were able to convince Bill Forrester and Natalie Hart that she required the company’s expensive scanners in order to sequester a female test subject inside, it wouldn’t be her. Her Category F eligibility expired the moment Hannah had first injected her with deuterotone, and it would be a full twelve months before Erica would be allowed to apply for reinstatement. And, truth be told, with DD-cup breasts, it was unlikely that Erica would be granted any more breast enhancements.

She had, however, planned on getting a breast reduction – at least until about two weeks earlier, when things had fallen apart with Tom. Sure, she’d contemplated keeping her enlarged chest before then, but never seriously. In the initial aftermath of agreeing to be her own test subject, Erica had planned on having the reduction the day after being released from the Bullpen, ensuring that Tom wouldn’t see what she had done to herself. As her tits grew, and her bodily desires grew along with them, she thought about letting him see them once or twice before having them reduced. But now, Erica was firmly in favor of keeping them. They were, after all, a testament to her scientific success, the fruit of her labor over the past few years. And, more than that, the thought of eyes upon them - upon her body, as she walked through the mall, or down the street, or down the very halls of ConnPharm – only served to lubricate her twat that much more than usual.

She craved sex now more than she ever had, her whole life through. Not fingering herself. Not toys. Not cunnilingus. Erica needed flesh-and-blood penetration in a way she needed air to breathe. Her night with Colin only served to remind her what she’d been missing in the weeks she’d been inside the Bullpen, and away from her boyfriend. The prospect of being released, as the hours dwindled inside the walls of ConnPharm, further stimulated the girl, as she knew exactly how she planned to spend her first night free – even if she didn’t know with whom. Each second ticked by slowly, as the girl pictured her imaginary lover deep-dicking her from behind, from the missionary position, from beneath, and from a few other positions Erica wondered were anatomically possible.

It was a double-edged sword, of course. The girl longed for a man to be inside her, but she remained anxious about leaving her current environment behind. If there were another subject, an Adam to her Eve, she was sure she could remain blissfully in captivity for the foreseeable future. The Bullpen had been her prison, but it had also been her cocoon. It had changed her physically, emotionally, and psychologically, leaving her more aware of herself, more aware of her desires, and more aware of her own personal, sexual fetishes. Erica Rivers had grown in more ways than she had first intended.

***

The door to the Bullpen slowly rumbled open as the steady, gentle hum of the TW emitters powered down. The recording device had been up and running for thirty-five days straight, but the deuterotone experiment had drawn to a close, successfully. The five figures waiting in the Observation Room were exposed to the outcome of all their hard work over the previous five weeks, as Erica Rivers stepped naked from the darkening room, her enormous breasts on display for all.

The deuterotone that had been injected into Erica had elicited a second puberty, of sorts. Her breasts had grown, most noticeably, but her chest wasn’t all that had been chemically enhanced in her physique. Standing 5′7″ when she first entered the Bullpen, Erica left now at 5′11″. And her voice was deeper, huskier – a product of expanded vocal chords. She had been attractive before the experiment, if conservative in dress and demeanor, but in the weeks between first day and the last, she had become every inch the embodiment of male fantasy – long legs, huge tits, narrow waist, and an unquenchable sex drive.

It was a few minutes before five when the experiment officially drew to a close, and a small get-together had been convened to celebrate the team’s accomplishment. A larger event was being planned for the following night in the ConnPharm function hall upstairs, where company directors, executive management, significant stockholders, and fellow ConnPharm employees would gather to applaud Erica, her partner Noah Forsythe, their lab assistants, and the technical staff of the Bullpen who made the whole experiment possible. But tonight, only Colin Eggert, Noah Forsythe, Jake Rinaldi, Natalie Hart, and Hannah Cho waited for the naked girl to step from her prison. Two bottles of champagne, and a collection of wine glasses sat on the lunch table to one side of the Observation Room.

Some measure of privacy had been awarded to Erica at the start of the experiment, Noah and Colin waiting patiently for the girl to strip while averting their eyes at the ops desk. No longer; both men were as comfortable around the naked girl as she now was with them, both men smiling at the sight of their bare-skinned friend. Hannah Cho and Jake Rinaldi were both new additions, and the latter leered a bit more than anyone else in the room but the staring didn’t unnerve Erica. In fact, it only served to feed her lust.

Natalie Hart welcomed Erica into the Observation Room. “Congratulations,” she smiled, and undeterred by the dark-haired girl’s nudity, she leaned in for a hug. The two embraced, neither seeming the least bit unsettled by the fact that one of them wore no clothes. A hug followed from Hannah, but the men hung back. Despite the fact that Colin had fucked Erica six ways to Sunday nine nights earlier, he was too modest to approach.

“When you get dressed,” the technician acknowledged.

Erica nodded, and looked to Noah. “Last chance,” she offered, opening her arms.

The tall, auburn-haired scientist chuckled uncomfortably. Erica had been intimate with both Hannah and Colin, Natalie had never seemed phased by the dark-haired girl’s state of undress, and Jake had the tendency to come off as a lech. Of the group, only Noah seemed be awkward about Erica, her nudity, and her behavior over the previous five weeks. He stammered, “I’ll wait,” nodding in the direction of her locker.

“Suit yourself,” the girl smiled.

Natalie herded the men to the far side of the Observation Room, offering to pour the champagne as Erica dressed. Hannah, though, followed her friend past the exercise equipment, to the bank of lockers where she herself had kept her clothes during her twenty-four hours inside the Bullpen. Her own time naked had been short, but she understood the conflicted emotions Erica had to have been feeling, more than any of the others present. Hannah, if only for a brief amount of time, had been an object of desire, the sexual fantasy for Bullpen technicians and other ConnPharm employees – not to mention the white girl she’d licked to orgasm a dozen or so times over the course of an afternoon.

“It’s going to be hard to move on, isn’t it?” Hannah asked, taking a seat on the weight bench.

Erica stood before her, reaching into the open cubby in which she’d stored her clothes over the past month. “It is,” the girl allowed, “but I’m not sure that it’s going to hit me right away.”

“It’s funny,” she continued, pulling her tweed skirt from the locker. “I spent the first week and half inside thinking about this moment, the moment that I could get dressed and go home. But ever since that first wave of libido overtook me, it hasn’t really been an issue. I mean, I don’t think I’ve felt the urge to get dressed even once in the past two weeks or so.”

She placed the skirt on the bench beside her friend, and then retrieved the white, button-down blouse and alluring pink lace bra. The matching panties, which Erica had hung so tantalizingly on view in the locker, had been stolen a week earlier. But the missing undergarments didn’t annoy the naked girl in the least – the thought of someone masturbating with them, while thinking about her, got her more than a little excited. And, she noted to herself, it wasn’t as if she’d be wearing her bra home, either, as her breasts had gotten far too large to be contained in its meager B cups.

Erica fingered the material of her bra. Had her chest really been that small? It seemed foreign to her, unfamiliar, and not just because of the size. It would take time before she felt fully comfortable in clothes.

She smiled, and joked, “I just hope that my body doesn’t break out in a rash, with me having to be dressed again.”

“You’ll be fine,” Hannah assured her.

Erica put the pink brassiere aside, and reached for her blouse. Taking a deep breath, and avoiding eye contact with the Korean, the naked girl put one arm through a sleeve, and then another, shrugging the open blouse over her shoulders. It struck her, as she did so, that she felt more naked at that moment than she had in weeks. While there was an element of naturalness in complete nudity, being half-dressed only served to remind her that she was still half-naked.

The first few buttons came easily, but the shirt got tighter as her fingers approached her bust. Giggling, she looked to Hannah, and observed, “I might have a problem here.”

Hannah nodded. Erica’s shirt was going to be far too tight to accommodate her more ample bosom. Still, Erica took the buttons up as far as they would go, leaving the shirt open towards the top. A healthy amount of cleavage was on display as the buttons strained to keep the material closed. And, almost thwarting the very nature of clothing itself, Erica’s two adamantine nipples poked through the thin, white material.

The shirt hung down past Erica’s hips, and a casual observer might not have been able to tell if the girl were wearing panties or not. This didn’t last, however, as the girl bent at the waist to slide the tweed skirt up her legs. Her twat was on display for everyone behind her – in this case, Hannah – before Erica pulled the skirt around her waist, and fastened it in the back.

Erica smoothed the skirt, surprised by how long it was. She’d grown four inches taller in the Bullpen, but the outfit, from the waist down at least, seemed even more conservative than she remembered. The hem hung above her knees, but Erica had a difficult time reconciling the skirt’s actual length with how risqué it had seemed in her previous life. Adding to the Puritanical feeling the dress seemed imbued with was the fact that it hung loose around her waist. Though Erica had grown four inches, and added more than a few inches to her chest, the increase in weight had been offset by her increased exercise and consequent weight loss. She had always been able to describe herself as “thin” or “slender,” but the girl now found herself worrying if any of her clothes at home would fit her.

Given the nature of her existing wardrobe, Erica wondered if shopping for new clothes was such a bad thing, anyway.

“So what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get home?” Hannah asked.

Erica shot the girl a wicked grin, and Hannah smiled knowingly in return. It had been forty-five minutes since the dark-haired girl had last masturbated, and there was little question about what she’d be doing the minute her front door was closed behind her.

“Other than that,” the Korean girl stipulated.

I’m going to get laid, Erica thought to herself. She knew what she’d be doing that evening, all right, even if she hadn’t figured out the logistics - the who, the where, or the how. She was going to find herself a partner with whom she could get herself off, with whom she got lay back and simply be fucked. Instead of revealing the full depravity of her plans that evening with her friend, Erica instead smiled, and offered, “I’ll probably go out.”

Erica slipped into the black pumps that had lain, unused, at the bottom of the locker. Looking her friend the eye, she added, “You’re more than welcome to come with me.”

Hannah swallowed. It was clear that she wanted to join her friend, in whatever adventures awaited Erica that evening. But in the battle between Hannah’s inner demons and better angels, she sided with the latter, resisting temptation and remaining loyal to her fiancée. She shook her head, explaining, “I’ve got dinner with Hyun-Shik’s parents tonight.”

Erica shrugged. As she slipped into her simple, mid-heel pumps, she reflected on Hannah’s decision. Erica had never in her life trolled bars in order to pick up a sexual partner for the evening, and she had little clue as to technique or tactics, though she doubted it would be difficult. Still, having Hannah there made things a bit more comfortable and familiar, as she wouldn’t have to interact with a complete stranger on her own. In her entire life, she’d slept with only seven people, four of them men, all but three in the past few weeks, and none of them were people Erica could have described as “strangers” at the time. But then, she wasn’t looking for a relationship – all she wanted that evening was a cock inside of her, and it mattered little who the man was attached to it.

“And you’ve got tomorrow off, don’t you?” Hannah asked.

“Natalie told me that I had the entire week,” Erica answered as she reached for her earrings. Most of her jewelry was sitting in a locked drawer in her office, but the earrings had been an oversight the first time she’d entered the Bullpen. “But I’m only taking tomorrow. I’ve got work to do here, and it seems kind of unfair to put it all on Noah and my assistants.”

“I’m sure they’d understand, seeing how much you’ve given of yourself these past few weeks.”

“Yeah, but I’m not quite sure what I’d do with myself for an entire week,” Erica said, though her libido certainly had a few suggestions as to how she could spend the next few days. “And the sooner we get all the paperwork filed, the sooner we can move deuterotone to Phase One trials.”

“But you’re giving yourself tomorrow, at least?” Hannah worried about her friend pushing herself too hard, not taking any time to even reflect upon her experience within the Bullpen.

“Well, I’ve got to get my car out of the impound lot, at least,” she explained. Apparently, her Jetta had been towed two weeks earlier, after sitting in the ConnPharm parking lot for close over twenty-two days. Jake Rinaldi had apologized to her earlier in the day, when it had come to his attention, and he’d spent the bulk of his day trying to get it back for her. Unfortunately, the local police weren’t about to release the car to anyone but Erica Rivers herself.

And my little sister was another issue. At age nine I knew for a fact she no longer believed in Santa Claus but she played it as if she did. And my parents believed her and they would become highly agitated if I brought a Santa Claus home with me on Christmas Eve.

The reason my little sister kept pretending she still believed was so my parents could never tell her they couldn’t afford something she wanted. After all you can hardly tell a kid Santa couldn’t afford something. Bad year at the North Pole – yeah, that’s the ticket. A bunch of elves got laid off and everything.

We took my sexy girlfriend home first and then Dorothy drove us to her house. She felt bad that she couldn’t invite us in, but as I’ve previously stated her parents are crazier than mine and that’s going some.

I didn’t want to go in there anyway but I wasn’t going to let Dorothy know that. It would have probably hurt her feelings. After all she had to live there. She probably wouldn’t realize that someone couldn’t even stand to visit, but it killed me to see the way they emotionally beat her up. I kept wanting her to stand up for herself and tell them to get bent or something.

More on this next chapter.

The End

When my new friend was cleaning me somewhere below my waist, she must have thought she had lost the soap because she began probing for it with her fingers inside my labia. Sweet Jesus, this coming on top of all that foreplay of the fight and that’s what I decided later that we had been doing without realizing it when we were fighting – participating in foreplay, her fingers suddenly in me felt heavenly. I began thrusting myself against her hand as hard as I could.

“Oh do me,” I murmured.

Alecia redoubled her efforts in response to seeing my reaction. It probably surprised her somewhat to see me so sexually wet so quickly, but at the time she just had no idea at the high state of sexual arousal I stay in most of the time. I swear I can dream about a telephone pole and cream in my sleep.

Suddenly my lovely new friend had taken me completely over the top as I began to orgasm with a vengeance. My hips twitched in the sex act literally out of my control as the cum felt as though it was being ripped from my body.

“Oh God, Alecia!” I cried out. Since the bathroom was just down a short hall from the living room, I gathered it was probably no longer a secret from the other company what we were doing. There was nothing I could do about that. It just felt so good I had to yell.

When I finally finished climaxing, I pulled her to me again in a loving embrace. I began to kiss her all over her face and then moved down her long beautiful neck. It may sound silly to you but her neck was so graceful appearing. I mean, think about it – have you ever seen somebody with a neck so short that it actually appeared that their head was merely resting on their shoulders? If it’s a guy, they’re usually called no-neck.

Well, Alecia had this long beautiful neck just right for smooching. I moved slightly down and began kissing all around her awesome breasts. As I mentioned before, they were gloriously shaped with enormous nipples. I realized I was getting to her as she was steadily moaning and writhing in my arms.

I tongued her nipples before moving down further. I sank to my knees and kissed all of her lower belly. I tongued her belly button causing her to twitch and laugh.

“Please,” she cooed. “I’m very ticklish.”

“Mwahaha!”

It was an innie by the way. As Alecia continued to wiggle from my kissing all over the top of her pubic thatch, I suddenly inserted three soapy fingers up her rectum.

“Oh Christ!” she screamed. I continued to work them in as deeply as I could.

“Hurt?” I asked.

“Yes,” she gasped, “but keep going.”

A woman after my own heart. I knew from experience it would begin to feel good to her real soon. Sure enough, a moment later she was moaning my name and it wasn’t from pain.

I quickly located her ‘love button’ and pressed my tongue against it while continuing to jam my fingers in and out of her gloriously shaped behind. To stimulate Alecia even more I was pulling her to me with my right hand in time with my thrusting with my tongue.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, Sara!” she wailed loudly. I knew I was getting to her big time; not only from her exhortations, but also that she had become extremely wet and it wasn’t from shower water!

“What are you doing in there, Sara?” I heard Krista call out. She had obviously entered the bathroom. I could tell immediately from the tone in her voice that she wanted to role play. Well, I was up for it! Mwahaha!

Suddenly my sexy girlfriend yanked the shower curtain open and exposed Alecia and myself in some perverted lesbian acts. Haha! We both couldn’t help but turn our heads and look at her. Tom stood behind her outside the bathroom in the hallway and the expression on his handsome features was priceless; somewhere between complete shock and extreme lust.

I think observing her boyfriend watching her carried Alecia right over the edge and she began to cum and cum and cum with it flowing out of her in a veritable flood of multiple orgasms!

Oh! Oh God damn Sara!” my lover cried out as I licked all the cum I could from her nether regions. Tasty fare, indeed.

“What are you doing, you slut?!” Krista demanded in a shrill voice. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. You should have seen the shocked expressions on Alecia and Tom.

My lovely girlfriend yanked me out of the bathtub but was careful not to hurt me or cause me to lose my footing. I winked at her one time, hoping that no one else saw it except for Krista and hoping that she understood I was requesting a change of role plays for today. She must have because she quickly winked back one time and then fell silent waiting for my lead.

I reached out and pulled off Krista’s knit blouse in one swipe! Her bountiful breasts were safely tucked away for the moment in one of her extremely lacy bras. My wild sweet love had been requesting for me to participate in a scenario with her where I pretended to be upset with her and I stripped her naked in front of people that didn’t know her well. The crazy nut wanted me to do it at college one day and I had managed to talk her out of it. Can you imagine? I had to be the responsible one, that’s when you know you’re in big trouble!

Krista really got into it, I’ll give her that. She screeched, “Sara, you bitch!” and attempted to slap me, but I easily blocked it; particularly when it was all an act.

“Sara?” Alecia asked, thoroughly confused at this point.

Tom, on the other hand, didn’t look confused at all. The handsome young man was buying the act completely – haha! I clutched Krista’s skirt by the waistband and pulled it down to her feet in one swift move.

“You cunt!” she cried out in supposed complaint and actually was slapping me very lightly around my head. Below the waist, my beautiful friend was only wearing her shoes and a very narrow see-through thong – in other words, not much! You could easily make out the lips of her sex which gave me a sudden idea.

I reached down and grasped the top of her thong and pulled upwards as high as possible causing it to almost become buried in her pussy slit!

“Oooh!” Krista screamed, but it was alright. I could already observe she was wet down there. “Stop it, stop it!”

“Okay,” I said, appearing nothing if not completely agreeable and I yanked the thong completely off her body leaving her practically stark naked from the waist down in front of our new friends since she was now wearing only her shoes and her bra.

I flung the thong over to Tom who had now entered the bathroom but he still remained as befuddled appearing as ever. As Krista supposedly turned to entreat the young man to return her underwear to her, I unsnapped and removed her bra fully exposing her beautiful breasts to him. The beautiful young woman was now standing in front of him completely unencumbered of any clothing. Tom stood frozen with Krista’s thong clutched tightly in his right fist and his mouth agape, totally unable at that moment to initiate any action of his own.

I will say this for Alecia’s boyfriend – he was very gallant. Tom actually attempted to cast his gaze away from my friend’s nudity and he complained, “Stop that right now, Sara! And give Krista her clothes back.”

“Mwahaha!” I laughed at him.

From behind me I suddenly heard Alecia warn, “You’d better stay out of this, Tom – I’m telling you. It’s better to not get involved in other people’s relationships.” And I knew right then that Allie had tumbled to it that we were putting them on, because if she thought that it was real she would have attempted to stop me.

Tom, bravely or stupidly (take your pick depending on your personal viewpoint), lumbered forward until he was standing next to Krista and in front of me. “Here,” he said handing my girlfriend her thong. He didn’t notice she made no attempt to replace it on her body as he already realized he had bitten off more than he could chew!

I had already unsnapped his white slacks (he wasn’t wearing a belt) and pulled down his zipper. “Stop Sara!” Tom complained in a frightened voice. I think he really was scared that Alecia would wait until he was asleep one day and fuck him up because of this out of jealousy.

I paid absolutely no attention to his protest but pulled his trousers down to his feet, while Krista yanked his jockey shorts down simultaneously. His seven inch erection almost hit my sexy friend right in the eye and as Alecia’s boyfriend scrambled to cover his huge prick with his two hands we pulled his pants and underwear completely off.

“Stop it,” he half heartedly protested but I think this time it was all for show.

Krista and I both just ignored him and proceeded to rip his attractive looking sport shirt completely off his body, buttons flying everywhere. Tom’s upper body looked pretty damn good to me. Apparently he was one of those guys that looked a lot better naked than he did dressed.

Of course the handsome young man moved his hands in an attempt to save his shirt and when he did, I checked out his beautiful penis a lot closer and noticed he already had a drop of precum on the head. He was certainly ready to go! We weren’t going to have to mess around with him with any senseless foreplay but would be able to get right to the main agenda.

Don’t you just hate that when you have to cuddle with guys and kiss them a lot and tell them you love them before they’ll agree to have sex with you, girls? I mean you practically have to tell them you’ll still respect them in the morning before they’ll fuck you. Haha!

Well, we had Tom stark naked except for his shoes and socks and I figured he could keep them for protection if he wanted. Krista and I each grabbed him by a shoulder and forced him to sit on the bathroom floor. From there we made him lie flat on his back. Good thing this was a fairly good sized bathroom, wasn’t it?

His prick was standing straight up in the air and before he could move away I clambered aboard and plunged myself straight down on it!

Oh God! It felt so good to be impaled on something long for a change. That thing felt as though it was tickling my tonsils. I guess Tom had finally decided he believed in that old sexist saw; when rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it. Except he wasn’t lying back, he had become actively involved. His thrusting with his lengthy erection was reaching places inside of me I’m not sure had ever been reached. Every nerve in my body was screaming out for release and it felt better than any drug I ever did. I mean it – I was rushing like a bitch.

“Oh fuck me!” I screamed out.

I leaned down and kissed him passionately over and over, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he continued to thrust upwards as quickly as he could. The handsome young man suddenly sat half up and hugged me in a giant embrace as he shot his love juice all the way up me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasped, as his quivering cock continued to convulse with cum. “You’re great,” he whispered to me. I suppose he didn’t want Alecia to overhear him but it didn’t look to me as though she cared to be jealous any longer as she had stepped out of the tub and was kissing and hugging Krista at that moment.

I went off like a sky rocket with my cum cascading from way deep inside of me. At least, that’s what it felt like. I’m sure the entire experience was partially due to everything that had occurred in the last hour and a half; from stripping his girlfriend stark naked in the hallway at the university to making love with her in the shower and now to Tom finishing the whole thing off with his monster cock. Lord! What a tasty time that had been.

When I finally finished cumming, I sat slumped over Tom for a few minutes. Imagine my surprise when I realized he had remained massively hard. I wanted to do him again but my mother had taught me not to be greedy; so I climbed off him and proceeded to give him a good knob slobbing just to get him totally hard again.

As he started moaning from my suckling his giant prick, Krista lightly slapped my shoulder in complaint. “Hey, it’s my turn,” she whined. She can be so adorable. I told her to relax, that I was just getting him primed. You have to prime that pump, you know?

Once I had him all cleaned up, I took my mouth off his throbbing manhood (hehe, romantic, ain’t I?) and I moved away from him while sweeping my right arm over her. “Volia,” I said.

“Merci, mademoiselle,” Krista replied. Man, she sure is a kick, ain’t she?

Before Krista could take my place by climbing aboard Tom to bareback ride him, Alecia suddenly moved around to Tom’s feet and pulled him partially out into the hall. At the time I was just attempting to lie down in the bathtub and I thought, ‘Whatever.’ I was plain and simply exhausted and needed to just ‘be’ for awhile. You should try getting that tired, it’ll take the edge off your sex drive alright.

I had taken some thick fluffy towels and placed them in the bottom of the tub and then laid on them. Oooh! That felt so good. It was then that I took the opportunity to glance around. Besides Krista being steadily pumped atop Tom’s lengthy penis, Alecia was now straddling her boyfriend’s sweet face on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass pointed towards Krista. I really don’t know if that was any sort of comment by Alecia to my friend over what she was doing with Tom or not – hehe; but anyway, Allie had situated herself with her cunt hanging right over Tom’s mouth. Of course it was upside down; but you know what I always say – any port in a storm. With her pretty reddish blonde pubic haired muff hanging down over his mouth, Allie’s boyfriend finally took the hint and began to quickly lap her cunt.

Krista was bouncing up and down so hard on Tom’s prick I thought she was going to fly off and Alecia was on her hands and knees and rutting like a dog due to the ministrations of her boyfriend’s tongue. She was looking right at me lying there in the tub and I winked at her. She offered me a big smile. God, she was beautiful! I wish I could have had two girlfriends.

Actually I wondered why I couldn’t. It wasn’t as though we were going to get married, or were we someday? I don’t know if you remember but a long time ago there was a series of weird sexual novels by a guy, I think, called Robert Rimmer and he was always pushing ideas like legalized marriage between one man and two women.

Come to think of it, why is it always one man and two women? Why not one woman and two men? One man couldn’t service two highly sexed women. They’d have him crying for mercy in two weeks. Remember – there isn’t one part on a woman’s body that has to get hard for her to enjoy sex. All she has to do is lie back and enjoy it.

Finally despite being tired I couldn’t stand to watch all that sexual activity and I began to play with my clit. In no time I was teetering on the edge once again. Suddenly Krista began screaming Tom’s name over and over and then she almost fell over off him as she climaxed. She probably would have if Tom hadn’t grabbed her and held her upright on him as he shot off his load of cum for the second time in about ten minutes. Oh, the joys of being young.

When I observed Alecia beginning her own orgasm it carried me right over the edge again and I once again was twitching in sexual ecstasy. We both watched each other closely as we went off, I suppose in our minds we were doing each other again. It was awesome.

By the time everyone had finished, Tom had cum all over his body. I quickly jumped up out of the bathtub and pulled Krista up on her feet.

“Let’s go,” I whispered to her. “I think you should take a quick shower, Tom,” I advised, winking at him and then I pushed my sexy girlfriend out into the hallway and shut the bathroom door behind. A minute later I heard the shower water running along with some low moaning.

There wasn’t much for me and my stark naked friend to do at that point so I suggested we go into the kitchen and rustle up some grub because all of that boffing had made me ravenous. Krista put on a long apron that covered her completely in the front and but left her nude back completely visible. I love that kind of thing. It just goes to show you can take perversion anywhere.

Tom and Alecia emerged from their further sexual trysting an hour later completely dressed causing me and Krista to appear a tad bit silly since we no longer had any clothing to speak of; but to hell with it I figured. You should have seen Tom. Even after all that, he was still attempting to be a gentleman and not stare at us; so of course that caused his peeks to take on a larger significance than it needed to and after a little while you could tell he started to get hard again. Guys! They’re insatiable.

Alecia solved the problem by lending us some clothing; luckily it was something she had worn when she was younger because she was about four inches taller than me and Krista. If we had attempted to wear any of her current apparel we would have been tripping on it. Anyway Tom gave us a ride home and right after dinner I went right to my room and crashed. I was exhausted!

The End

The naked young woman was blushing as red as a fire truck. “Uh,” she said. “I forgot?”

Haha! I got my best laugh of the day out of that – she forgot! I motioned her to step closely to me.

“Come on,” I said. “I won’t bite.”

Actually that was not completely true, but she didn’t need to know that. I stepped up on my tip toes (she was that much taller than me) and kissed her. Before she could pull away or complain, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt all around with it. I felt her nipples grow hard against me. I reached down with my right hand, slid two fingers into her labia and moved them in and out. I figured out by then that Susy must have had some experience with another woman, as she began to move against my hand.

I located her clit and manipulated it. I felt her grow moist under my hand. She was moaning loudly. I dropped to my knees and began to tongue her clitoris. Soon Susy was rocking with my tongue thrusting against her. “Oh, oh,” she was continually groaning. Suddenly her orgasm hit her like a locomotive judging from the manner that she fell against me. It was all I could do to hold her upright.

Later rather than sooner her climax finally finished. I kissed her a few more times and then stepped back from her. She was completely flushed and swaying on her feet. I would have loved to kiss her pussy too, but I was limited by time. I had no idea how long Alexis might wait out there until she came back to check on Susy and I.

I surprised the young salesclerk by asking her if her purse was in the stock room. She answered in the affirmative and I told her to go bring it to me. No, I hadn’t been reduced to petty thievery. After she went and secured her purse, I asked her to give me her driver’s license.

Holding it up, I said, “oh, you got screwed. This is a horrible picture.” Susy laughed and agreed with me. I said, “Alexis told me that if I didn’t report the rape happening in your store or try to sue you all, I could take whatever I wanted.”

A look of doubt actually passed through Susy’s beautiful features. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said, her voice full of disbelief.

I picked up what was left of her dress and clutched it. “Well, I’ll wait here if you want to go out and check with Alexis.”

It took Susy awhile to figure out what I meant – that she would have to go out into the store clothes less and then the thought of it caused her to start blushing again.

“What do you need?” the young woman finally asked me.

“Just help me get some of this stuff into the car outside,” I explained.

We loaded up quite a lot of inventory into an old station wagon that was parked outside the back door. Once we had finished, I handed Susy what was left of her dress (only God knows how she wore it after I left) and waggled her driver’s license at her.

“I know your name and where you live. No doubt I won’t have any difficulty finding your telephone number,” I said. I want you to get all the security video tapes and take them home with you. I’ll call you tomorrow and come get them; then I’ll give you your driver’s license back – okay?”

Susy readily agreed. I told her to wait until I left before doing anything else. I gave her a goodbye kiss and then stepped out the back door. My friend, Brad, a.k.a. the rapist, came from around the corner. He and his girlfriend Bonnie were close friends of Eric and me and we had spent many a night together as a foursome. I was proud of him and the way the entire scam had come out perfect.

I had no trouble at all at locating Susy’s telephone number online. I, of course, didn’t meet Susy at her home. Even I’m not that stupid, just in case she had snitched me out. I met her in a wide open area and Brad had dirtied up his license tag enough so you couldn’t read it clearly. I gave her the driver’s license and she gave me the surveillance tapes. Susy and I did go out that night, but that’s for another chapter.

They were some cool souvenirs. In fact, I think I could have probably used them as a porn audition. No wonder everyone had been fooled. I made a lot of money from everything that was stolen. Don’t worry – I have my connections. Next I had to put my money to work for me.

was busy cutting a swath through the crowd.

“If you hear someone official sounding yelling at us to stop, tell me and we’ll run for it,” I said to Mike.

“Okay,” he agreed.

The more I was pawed, the more excited I grew. My nipples were rock hard again and my clit was sticking straight out. It was so long that some of the guys noticed it and were rubbing it. The whole situation was like my own private heaven. My orgasm hit me like a jet taking off just as we reached the double wide doors that led outside.

Whoosh! I was knocked to my knees by the force of it.

“God!” I screamed.

Some of the people present thought I had fallen and hurt myself, but there were a number of young women who had knowing smiles on their lips. They knew exactly what had just happened as they looked at my swollen cunt lips with the evidence of my climax glistening on them.

Mike helped me up, by half picking me up and we ran outside to where the station wagon was waiting at the curb. We piled in and Bonnie took off. Mike was talking a mile a minute explaining to the flabbergasted Bonnie about what had just happened and I sat back, basking in my most recent orgasm.

“Sara, is this what happens on all your dates?” Susy innocently asked.

We all laughed like crazy people. Susy had her own apartment so we all went there. I allowed Susy to dress and I got dressed myself not wanting to cause her embarrassment where she lived. Of course I didn’t have my G-string anymore so I did provide quite a contrast wearing the corset on my top and nothing underneath except for my naked cunt. Susy was fortunate that I only passed a couple of guys who just stood and stared at me on our way to her apartment.

Brad and Bonnie got the living room couch and Susy and I retired to her bedroom and fucked all night. A good time was had by all.

*The End*

“I wouldn’t go that far. It was just hot seeing you two like that. But that’s not the point.” She was crowding against me, her heat penetrating our clothes. The night air in comparison seemed to have lost its warmth, and goose-bumps popped up all over me. “Here we are on a moon-lit night on Martha’s Vineyard. Lee’s asleep and we’re both about to explode. Let’s work on that.”

She pulled herself away from me, stood up and stripped off her top and then dropped her skirt. Sandy’s glorious body gleamed in the moon-light and a fire ignited in me, driving away my momentary chill. “I actually just took off my panties in the toilet here, so you know. But the fantasy doesn’t seem to have done you any harm. Unless that lump in your pants is causing you pain.”

I yankeded off my shirt, lifted my hips, and shucked off my pants and under-shorts. My cock jumped up and I sat back naked on the couch. “Not any more. Why don’t you come over here and I’ll try to warm you up.”

Sandy sat on the couch and I dropped to my knees in front of her. I took her left foot in my hands and explored it like a blind man. Like the rest of her body, it was small and perfectly formed. I stroked it for a moment, then opened my eyes and looked her over. The moonlight made her dark brown hair glimmer and reflected off her cheek-bones. Her short hair framed her high forehead and wide-set eyes, and loose strands floated over her face. Her long, thin neck was stretched as she lay back on the couch cushions, and the rays of the moon combined with her tan to give her skin a burnished shimmer. Her stomach and thighs were taut from her work at the gym and showed muscle definition, and her hip-bones jutted up from her belly, but a little layer of woman-fat under her soft skin kept her shapes round. As my hands caressed her and moved up over her calf, her dark nipples hardened. She raised her right leg and set her foot on the couch.

The sight of her shining labia drew me irresistibly to her, and I let my lips just graze over her while I breathed out a wash of warm air. She sighed, and I felt her muscles tighten. I looked up as my tongue flicked at her, and saw her back arch and her fingers flutter over her erect nipples before she reached for me and pulled my head to her. I knew she needed me now, and I dove forward, licking into her sweet pussy with my stiffened tongue and sucking at her clit. Her hands grappled at my head and her legs lifted onto my shoulders. Her thighs clamped around my ears and her hips bounded as she neared her orgasm.

Sandy’s throes gradually tailed off, and her hold on me loosened. Her eye-lids parted slightly. Her look was contemplative, sated and yet a little wondering. “I think summer on the Vineyard agrees with us, Dan. Maybe we should move out here full-time.”

I raised up on my knees and kissed the damp skin between her breasts. Sandy had just had her third orgasm of the day. With our strenuous work schedules, we were lucky to get together three times a week. “Tell me about it.” I didn’t point out that Lee’s intervention into our lives seemed to have raised the sexual heat immensely. I still didn’t know what effect her presence was having on Sandy. Was the intense atmosphere something only I (and obviously Lee) felt, or was it getting to Sandy, too? She’d mentioned twice now that what had been going on had gotten to her. But was that just an observation, or might she want, on some level, to participate? That last thought raised fantasies of me and these two superb women together, and my already substantial erection bounced rabidly between her thighs.

Sandy felt it, and reached out and let both hands settle around me. “Oh, God, Dan. You feel like you’re about to pop. Poor boy, you’ve been all worked up for hours. What are we going to do about that?” She pulled me up and forward until I was standing in front of her. She took her hands off me and my cock twanged like an overloaded spring. In the monochrome light it looked like a platinum truncheon with an obsidian knob. Like some sort of atavistic weapon laced with liquid silver.

“Come here, baby.” She grabbed my ass and eased me forward. My fat cock-head beat against her lips, her chin, her nose, her cheeks, painting her face with my pre-cum before she could get her hand around me and under control. Finally she had me in her grip and pressed me to her. She slid me over her lips and slurped me in maybe half-way. Holding me with her mouth, she formed a tight diamond-shaped window with her fore-fingers around my shaft and her thumbs under my balls. She was sucking hard and her tongue was raging over me. My hands clasped her hair and I plunged in and out of her greedy mouth while she drew me even deeper with her hands. Within seconds I was oblivious, out of control and pumping wildly into her. I had one foot on the couch now and I was lost to everything but releasing the tension that the last few days had been building in me.

Slide-shows of Lee’s shaved cunt thrusting at me, the feel of Sandy’s ass surrounding my red-hot cock, almost blowing it on the dance-floor, Sandy’s skin glowing like copper under the moon; they all washed over me as my balls contracted and I stuffed myself into Sandy’s mouth. She loosened her throat, letting me sink yet deeper into he, and sucked harder as I emptied myself into her willing mouth.

Sandy trailed her fingers over my ass and thighs as I wilted. When we’d calmed, she stood and took my cheeks gently between her hands. She looked into my eyes and kissed my lips. I tasted the salty tang of my cum, not unlike the sea air of the Vineyard.

“God, I love you, Dan.”

I felt loose all over, and leaned into her, needing her to hold me up. “Yeah. I know. Me, too.” We stood a few moments, letting our arms close around each other, as we came to our senses.

There was nothing left to say, and she took my hand and led me into the house and up our room. We climbed into bed and Sandy pulled the sheet up over us. I snuggled into her back and within minutes we were asleep.