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RWS-276 The Sex Experiment by Suzanne Mellows


Chapter 1


"Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much 
better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than 
group A!" Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that 
Dr. Randolph was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant 
saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam 
Randolph's special combination of glandular extractions were furiously 
fornicating in the most incredible combinations.

Betty blushed at the sight in spite of herself and then checked her 
emotions, glancing sideways at the college professor to see if he had 
noticed her unscientific response. But to her consternation the pretty 
brunette saw that Dr. Randolph was leering in the most unprofessional 
manner. "Leering," definitely, and she would almost say, he was 
drooling as well! But even to think such a thing about the wise, well-
thought-of scientist seemed almost sacrilegious. Even though Adam 
Randolph was not very old, forty-five at the most, he gave the 
appearance of an elderly man. His prematurely gray hair was partially 
responsible, and the rest of it was caused by his manner which was that 
of the absent-minded professor to the extreme.

For several evenings now, however, Betty Johnson had noticed a distinct 
difference in the professor's manner. He'd been muttering to himself 
for one thing. Not in the usual way, which she was used to, but in 
another, rather alarming way, his voice rising and falling in strange 
cadences as though he were having an argument with some invisible 
person.

Night work at the University laboratory had been pleasant for the 
attractive young graduate student up until now at any rate, and she 
felt herself privileged to be working with the renowned teacher and 
researcher.

But Betty had a distinct feeling of discomfort as she turned back to 
look into the cage. "But ... but ... that's not normal is it?" she 
inquired. "I mean, this is not the result you expected, surely, Dr. 
Randolph?" As far as Betty knew, Dr. Randolph was involved with 
studying the comparative blood-pressure rates of test animals when 
injected with different degrees of amphetamines.

"Of course, of course!" Randolph replied, his eyes glistening with a 
smoky lust as he regarded Miss Johnson. "Haven't you ever felt horny 
after taking a diet pill?"

"What?" The words had such an impact that Betty stepped back as though 
she'd been given a push. It might not have been nearly so bad if---
being naturally inclined toward plumpness---the pretty brunette had not 
been the recipient of many of the different varieties of diet pills on 
the market. Not only that, but the 24 year old girl had noticed that 
she felt a very definite tingling, a kind of urgent longing in her 
loins, usually be the evening of the day which she had taken the pill. 
She had kept this information to herself, of course, and it was more 
than disturbing to find that her private feelings were more or less 
common knowledge.

"Don't tell me you've never felt horny, Miss Johnson! Come now, every 
young woman does. Every healthy young woman at any rate. There've been 
all sorts of studies. Surely you've heard of them!"

"Dr. Randolph! Really, are you quite sure ... I mean I think I must be 
getting along home now." Betty backed steadily toward the door. She'd 
never seen Dr. Randolph looking so strange or heard him saying such 
awful things! It was so unsettling that the young woman stumbled 
against a table and knocked over a beaker of water which was used for 
the test animals. Flustered, she bent to pick up the broken beaker and 
attempted to mop up the water, realizing that RandoIph was standing 
there looking at her uplifted buttocks all the while.

But Adam Randolph was muttering to himself again while watching his 
pretty young assistant scrambling about in an attempt to get the water 
up.

"Evidently," he said, "new studies are necessary. Studies which will 
prove to the general public the efficacy of sex. The wonder of sex and 
its natural purpose in this world! I could change the entire repressed 
structure of society if I could make such a study!

Betty Johnson's sensually rounded buttocks jiggled pleasingly within 
the confines of her tight fitting white uniform as she mopped up the 
water. Randolph contemplated those salient nether cheeks with a new 
interest in the light of his latest idea. He was tired of being a 
revered member of the faculty of the big New York City college. Already 
it seemed as though his best years were behind him rather than ahead of 
him. He was doing comparatively unimportant experiments, teaching 
comparatively unimportant classes. All the rest of his life could be 
foreseen in one fell swoop. Adam had been depressed about this simple 
fact for weeks now, maybe months.

Not that Adam hadn't known it for a long while. But knowing it and 
beginning to let the idea affect him were two different things.

"You're just like an old man!" his wife Helen had said to him the night 
before in one of her frequent fits of anger with him. And afterward 
when Helen was asleep in her twin bed, Adam had gotten up and gone to 
look in the mirror. He not only looked like an old man, but it was 
true, he felt like one. It was then that he resolved to do something 
about the trend his life was taking. To take things in hand as it were. 
Instead of letting things happen to him, he would make things happen!

Adam thought now of Helen's tears. Almost nightly tears they were now, 
and all about the same thing, sex! Well, sex was on his mind, too, but 
not the same way it was on Helen's. Helen wanted romance, and Adam had 
anything but a romantic nature. His interest in sex was more of a 
curiosity, and therefore he knew that nothing he ever did would truly 
satisfy his wife. Why bother to try then, was his attitude.

But wouldn't it be interesting to see Miss Johnson's response to the 
hardness of his impatiently throbbing penis? Adam was newly aware of 
the raging erection that he had and found the phenomenon extremely 
interesting. He couldn't remember ever having an erection in the 
laboratory, and the fact that he had one now was certainly something 
new. It was all in line with his new trend of thinking though, with his 
new life, and Adam felt a surge of excitement, beyond the lust that he 
was already feeling for the flustered Miss Johnson.

He advanced slowly, thinking to himself that Miss Johnson would make 
experiment number one. The first in a series. The first indeed in what 
he intended to make an extensive research project!

Betty Johnson looked behind her and tried to get up from her kneeling 
position, but Dr. Randolph grabbed her by the arm and forced her to 
remain as she was.

The feel of his hand, hard and oddly cold on her arm made the young, 
dark-haired woman suddenly hysterical. She was certain that the 
professor had gone stark raving mad and that he was about to do 
something dreadful, kill her maybe. The papers were full of such 
things!

"Oh, please, PLEASE!" she cried, "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!"

"Just a simple experiment, Miss Johnson. I must say, you've been a 
wonderful assistant thus far. Now with my new work, perhaps you'll be 
equally as talented." Adam's voice was calm now, as calm as it was when 
he was talking to his students in class, for he was on home territory, 
in a way, and his mind was already taking note of Miss Johnson's 
reactions to his advances.

Easily, he got down to his knees, unmindful of the cracking that 
betrayed a lack of exercise. Betty was trembling and crying, begging 
him not to hurt her.

"But why would you think I would hurt you?" he asked curiously. "I 
assure you I have no such intentions." Already he could smell Miss 
Johnson's crisp perfume, mixed with the heady sweat of her aroused 
emotions. The scientist's nostrils flared as his fingers began to move 
along Betty's arms. Then, still holding the girl firm with one hand, 
the professor let his hand drop down to the hem of her white smock. He 
hiked it up unceremoniously and thrust his fingers up underneath. The 
tips of his fingers encountered her warm smooth thigh flesh and her 
panty-enclosed buttocks that quaked as his fingers ran hungrily over 
their surfaces.

"Calm, calm," he told her as though speaking to a lab animal. "This 
won't take long!"

Betty couldn't believe that it was happening to her. Many late nights 
she and her roommate would stay up talking about such things, but Betty 
had never dreamed such a thing would happen to her. She had contented 
herself with the thoroughly predictable advances of her boyfriend, 
Carl, with whom she made love approximately once a week at his 
minuscule Greenwich Village flat. She enjoyed Carl, although it wasn't 
difficult to imagine a more forceful lover, an energetic lover who 
would make her quiver with anticipation at odd times of the day or 
night! Betty had never had the chance to find such a person though, and 
Carl was really the first person with whom she had had an intimate 
relationship. She couldn't really count the boy who had first taken her 
virginity in the back of her father's hardware store in Schenectady. 
No, that hardly counted at all.

But this counted! It was odd how just thinking about it could make the 
strange behavior of her professor something totally different. Instead 
of the horror that came with being forced to submit to the teacher's 
lewd and obscene advances, somewhere inside, the experience was being 
changed into something different, something real and much more exciting 
than anything that she'd ever known. This is what her teacher was 
offering to her now, an erotic experience that would top all the 
experiences she'd ever had!

The young brunette's moans of desperation slowly changed as she felt 
Adam's fingers slipping upward to the elastic waistband of her nylon 
panties. He was tugging them downward over the smoothly rounded mounds 
of her buttocks. Already, sensing the young woman's compliance, 
Randolph no longer used a restraining hand on her arm, but both hands 
were busily peeling down the young assistant's panties. He gave a gasp 
of admiration as he saw her warm, naked ass-cheeks, unblemished, 
delectable!

Despite herself, Betty couldn't help wondering just what he would do 
next. But whatever she had expected, it was not what happened, for 
suddenly she heard her professor moan hungrily, and then she felt him 
drop down behind her nakedly offered buttocks. The next thing, the 
dark-haired graduate student felt was his heated breath and then a 
thrilling wetness back between her spread thighs. Dr. Randolph was 
tonguing her from behind, sticking the quivering tip of his tongue deep 
into the wetly throbbing lips of her pussy and licking lewdly within 
her sensitive layers of cuntal flesh.

"Oooooh!" The dark channel of Betty's hair-trimmed pussy began to 
twitch in heated arousal. No one had ever done such a thing to her. 
Could she? she wondered. Could she actually enjoy such an obscene act? 
Her nakedly exposed buttocks were oddly still as Betty's humiliation 
turned into a blatant carnal excitement. It was a stirring deep in her 
loins as well as in her mind as wicked tingles of pleasure wove in and 
out of the pores of the sensitive flesh up between her legs. The gentle 
stroking of her attacker's tongue made her feel totally wanton, totally 
free in a way she had never dreamed was possible! Her very position, 
half naked with her panties halfway down, kneeling on the floor of the 
lab like this, brought a greater excitement, and the pretty young 
assistant felt all control slipping away. All thought was mercifully 
blotted from her mind, whereas with her boyfriend, all she did was 
think, think, think through the whole thing. This was something wildly 
different, though, and she was a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, 
created for loving, and nothing more or less.

"Mmmmmm," Betty begged, squirming her ass-cheeks backward to meet Dr. 
Randolph's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as the 
scientist changed his position so that he had an even better vantage 
point between the twenty-four year old's quivering white thighs. At the 
same time, he parted Betty's legs as he attached his mouth to the wide 
open split of the young woman's streaming pussy and began to suck upon 
the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh with new enthusiasm.

"Ooooohhhh!"

Suddenly, she felt Dr. Randolph's hands creeping up to her waist and 
then clasping her heavily swaying breasts. His fingers began to play 
through the material of her lab smock, feeling the pebble hardness of 
the assistant's fully erected nipples. With a little squeal that 
signaled her surrender, Betty abandoned herself to the sudden rushes of 
pleasure as the fingers that were so familiar to her in the laboratory 
or during a class tantalized her erotically tingling breasts. And now, 
down between her widespread, trembling thighs, her desire-inflamed cunt 
felt like a hot, glowing coal that would reach greater and greater 
heights of lust the longer the forbidden sucking continued.

"Mmmm! Mmmm?" Randolph murmured inquiringly into Betty's succulent 
young cunt. This was the best idea he'd had in years! He would remember 
each and every detail for recording in his notebook, for this 
auspicious evening marked the very first experiment of the work that 
would soon make him famous.

"Going to put it to you! Gonna give it to you! Mmmm? Mmmm!" he 
declared, raising his glistening wet face. The ardent researcher's 
jowled cheeks reflected the excitement he was feeling as he quickly 
opened his zipper fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt 
rock-hard in his steady hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him was 
the submissively kneeling figure of his lab assistant. He took in the 
lewd image of the young woman's nakedly exposed buttocks, of her 
glistening wet cuntal hair that pouted in a small triangle below. She 
was just ready and waiting for his long, hard cock. And he was really 
going to take her right then and there!

Betty stirred and moaned at the sudden loss of contact between her 
yearning pussy and his wonderfully licking tongue.

"She really wants it bad!" Randolph noted for future reference. As if 
to echo his own thoughts, he spoke the words out loud and kneeled up 
toward the dark-haired woman's widespread buttocks and thighs. He 
looked down at the shapely mounds of silken flesh and bent to ease her 
ass-cheeks still farther apart. Beneath the dull pink of Betty's anal 
opening lay the pulsing aperture of her almost hidden vagina. He felt 
himself drooling over the mouth-watering sight of the young woman's 
nakedness and wondered about the fact that she wore no stockings at 
all. Only a pair of low-heeled pumps and the panties. In his time, all 
women wore stockings unless they were at home, and even then they were 
apt to be more than fully clothed unless getting ready to bathe or bed. 
It was clear that he had a lot to learn as he went about his research. 
With a pained expression, the middle-aged scientist pushed his heavily 
bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it 
in between the dark pubic curls and up, up into the wetly heated cuntal 
flesh that was now spread wide before him. It was all perfectly clear 
in every detail in the bright laboratory lights, and Dr. Adam Randolph 
felt that nothing had ever been so important to him as this moment.

"OOoooaaahh!" Betty responded to the hotly throbbing penis that slowly 
slid up inside her helplessly aroused female flesh. Her pleading 
whimpers filled the laboratory as Randolph thrust the lust-thickened 
head of his cock up into the palpitating entrance of Betty's willing 
pussy, pushing upward, continuing in a slow, constant act of relentless 
penetration until his long hard penis was completely buried to the hilt 
within the soft warmth of the trembling grad student's belly

"Goooodd God! OOoohh GOD!!" Betty cried as behind her, Randolph gritted 
his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of his pretty 
assistant's cuntal muscled tightly massaging his deeply embedded penis.

The scientist's thick-set body inclined back from the pliant flesh of 
Miss Johnson's naked buttocks as his probing penis tried to reach the 
farthest depths of the young woman's totally filled pussy. He did not 
want to stop until it was completely out of sight, buried so deep up 
inside the young brunette's hair-lined vaginal opening that his sperm-
filled testicles would fit snugly up against her warm flesh. From his 
excellent position behind the straining twenty-four year old, Randolph 
shuffled forward just as Betty began to rotate her hips lewdly backward 
to meet his rigid cock-flesh. Again and again, the kneeling Dr. 
Randolph thrust up against her wide-held pussy, forcing his rigidly 
throbbing cock deep into the liquid heat of his young assistant's 
hungrily contracting vagina.

"Go, go!" he said, deciding that some encouragement was called for. 
"Go!" The excited professor could not help but think of his wife at a 
moment like this. Poor Helen with her restricted ideas. This was what 
sex was all about. It was a test of wills, a sport!

And if this wasn't what it was all about, he, Dr. Adam Randolph was 
going to find out what was. Maybe one day he would even bring old Helen 
around to his ideas!

Meanwhile, he was completely satisfied to have had such initial success 
with the lewdly moaning Miss Johnson.

Dr. Randolph could feel the young assistant's soft cuntal lips clasping 
tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-
hardened cock. She was grinding backward against him letting all the 
hidden perversity of the moment fill her mind and body.

The young brunette girl could feel her warmly tingling breasts being 
manipulated by her teacher's hands, and each burning touch created a 
conflagration within her that only heightened the fiery lust between 
her legs. The powerful upstrokes that buffeted her farther forward with 
each thrust were striking hitherto untouched upper regions of her womb, 
filling and stretching the tender flesh with a strangely fulfilling 
pleasure. The aroused young woman could feel a joyful culmination being 
wrung from her tormented loins.

Betty tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and tight. There was a 
sudden sensation of floating, drifting unmoored through space. With 
eyes tightly closed, her whole being present and participating in the 
lewd act being performed upon her, the dark-haired twenty-four year old 
felt a bursting within her, and it seemed she was walking a narrow line 
between sanity and insanity. How could she be doing this, and yet how 
could she have waited so long to know such mind-boggling delights? From 
every point inside her outraged body there was a hurtling of sensations 
that started in her ecstatically pulsing vagina and spread like 
wildfire:

"NNggaah! AAH! Oh, Professor! Professor RANDOOLLPPHH! I'm cummingg! 
AAIIEEEE! I'M CUUMMIINNNGGG!"

"Yes? Yes? Like it? Feel good, does it?" The perspiration-soaked Adam 
Randolph held on tight to his student's convulsing ass-cheeks and, 
leaning way back, gave her everything he had. Grunting, sweating and 
trembling as his burgeoning cock wormed its way into the hotly 
contracting channel of female flesh, Adam could feel his own orgasm 
spreading from his cum-filled testicles along the length of his rock-
hard penis until at last, the scalding hot sperm shot forth up into the 
heated depths of her tight little womb.

"OochhH! Oh, Christ!" His head jerked backward, the thin gray strands 
of his hair wet and glistening with sweat as Adam's eyes rolled toward 
the brightly lighted ceiling of the laboratory. For the first time he 
saw those lights with a new perspective. Science, he felt, was going to 
be another story from now on. His life was going to take on new 
dimensions! Adam lifted Betty's erotically trembling and quaking hips 
upward now, after releasing the soft warmth of her ass-cheeks and drove 
his wildly jerking penis to the hilt one final time. His fingers 
gripped so hard on the pale, naked flesh of her buttocks that the skin 
turned red where he touched. The married scientist emptied his 
ejaculating cock deep, deep into his assistant's wildly climaxing pussy 
and rejoiced at her lewd response.

Betty made herself a willing receptacle for his copious discharge of 
sperm, receiving the jism within every fold of her ecstatically 
quivering cunt, feeling its warmth feeding the throes of her second 
tumultuous orgasm as she babbled forth a steady stream of jumble words.

"Oohhh, me, meee! Oooh NOoow, now, now! Oh, needed it! Needed it! 
Aaaagghh!"

Adam Randolph watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He 
felt so many things at once that it was amazing. So many things that he 
worried about whether he would be able to record it all in detail 
later. Why, for example did he think of his wife Helen at this crucial 
moment? Helen who had never let herself go enough to have an orgasm 
like this in her life. Had Helen really ever had an orgasm or had she 
faked them all? While Betty shuddered in carnal delight before him, 
Adam pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and 
limp. But he felt more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what 
new and wonderful worlds of scientific achievement were opening up. 
Clumsily, the scientist got to his feet and, panting a bit, stood over 
the lewdly kneeling body of his young laboratory assistant. Then he 
turned and headed toward the bathroom. Before he went in, he called 
over his shoulder, "Miss Johnson. Oh, Miss Johnson. Don't go before I 
have a chance to talk to you. I have a few questions to ask about what 
you felt."

The cute laboratory assistant's eyelids fluttered, and she rolled over 
on her side, too weak to remain kneeling any longer.



Chapter 2


"Helen!" The psychiatrist's voice was imperative. "You must calm down. 
Now remember everything we discussed in my office last Thursday."

"I do remember!" The pretty blonde thirty-five year old ran her fingers 
nervously through her hair. "But it doesn't do me any good remembering 
at the time. I'm telling you, Stan. I just don't know what I'm going to 
do! I feel like killing Adam. Either killing him or killing myself!"

"Now, that wouldn't solve much would it?" Stan's voice was calm now, 
more like the voice he used in the office with his patients unless some 
other tone was called for.

"It would solve everything!" Helen was sitting in the bedroom of the 
apartment looking toward the big mirror that hung over the dresser. In 
it she could see herself, still pretty save for the expression of 
anxiety on her face. Her disheveled blonde curls hung to her shoulders 
which were naked except for the thin strand of the straps of her gown. 
The distressed wife hadn't even gotten dressed that day, and it was 
nearing dusk now. Her own words seemed to echo in her head as she 
stared at her reflection across the room. Then her attention went back 
to her analyst. He'd been talking for some time, she realized, and she 
didn't have the faintest idea of what he'd been saying. She was pleased 
to note, however, that she had brought out that "concerned" tone in his 
voice. He always sounded extra careful when she got to talking about 
killing herself. That would teach him, she thought. If I really did it. 
That would teach Adam, too!

"Helen, you've got to understand that you must help yourself. In this 
way, you'll be helping Adam, too. You see, you can't change him before 
you change yourself. He is responding to the old person in you, not the 
new woman you wish to be."

"I'll help him, all right! I'll strangle him next time he comes home 
and falls asleep on the sofa! I'll strangle him!"

"That's just the kind of thing I'm talking about, Helen!"

"Why do I have to be reasonable? I'm sick and tired of being 
reasonable. What's it gotten me so far? A tired old man for a husband! 
No sex, no one to talk to, no nothing!"

"Adam is a very distinguished scientist. That's something."

"But what about me?" Helen vehemently pointed to herself while looking 
at her negligee-clad form in the mirror.

"You'll have to make your own way, Helen. That's what I've been telling 
you. Now as far as sex is concerned, you've got to realize that you can 
find sex outside of marriage. This might be just the thing to bring a 
little life back into the marriage."

"Oh, for crissakes, Stan. Where am I going to find a lover?"

"Other women manage."

"Are you trying to bring me up or put me down?"

"Neither, I'm just trying to point out what the trends are today. 
There's nothing sinful about sex, Helen, and more and more people are 
finding this out every day. One day you, tool will realize it."

"I'd love to realize it, but with my husband. That's why 1 married him. 
I didn't realize that it was going to be all over after the first two 
years. I mean, if I didn't know Adam, I'd swear he had another woman!"

The prospect brought out such a rage of jealousy within Helen that her 
hand shook on the telephone. She was brought to her senses, however, by 
the thought. No, she would never commit suicide and let Adam find 
another woman to marry. Another woman with whom he might be happier 
than he was with her! No, she'd never let that happen!

"How about you, Stan? Why don't you make love with me, since you're 
such a liberal type?" she asked tauntingly.

"Well, I don't think that would help your analysis, really," Stan 
answered. Helen hated him sometimes, and this was one of them.

"You're rejecting me," she told him. "Don't tell me you've never made 
love with one of your patients!"

"I didn't say that."

"GO TO HELL!" Helen slammed down the telephone and threw the entire set 
across the room. It made a satisfying noise of bells and thick plastic 
as it hit the wall, and the low hum of the dial tone reached her from 
where she sat. "What good is analysis anyway?" she asked herself out 
loud. Once more she contemplated never going to see Stan again. She 
couldn't see that the psychiatrist was doing her any good. But then she 
wasn't sure of that either. It was hard to tell. She certainly didn't 
agree with half the things he said to her. But then he was the doctor, 
and she was the patient. He was just about the only person that she 
talked to, and the thought of starting out all over again with another 
analyst was depressing to say the least as was the thought of trying to 
muddle through her life on her own.

Slowly, Helen rose and began to slip out of her black lace gown. It had 
been bought with the idea in mind of tempting her husband into some 
kind of interest in her. But it had not worked, of course. Tears 
brimmed to the blonde wife's eyes as she uncovered the smooth creamy 
planes of her naked body. Her large breasts were just as firm and 
attractive as ever with their rosy tips that were thick and pouting, 
just waiting for Adam's fingers or even his mouth. She blushed at the 
thought. How long had it been since he'd made love with her? Really 
made love? It had been two weeks now since he'd touched her, and now as 
she thought about it, Helen realized that he hadn't actually touched 
her. No, he'd made a few in and out motions, his penis fitted snugly 
inside her, and then he'd cum and he rolled off to the side, and that 
was it. He'd never once kissed her or felt her breasts or anything else 
for that matter during the entire brief operation.

She just couldn't go on like this! The golden blonde area of her pussy 
caught her attention in the mirror. Her thighs were full and long, and 
the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks were just the right size. 
Why then couldn't she manage to attract her own husband? What was wrong 
with her? She knew that Stan would say, "There's nothing wrong with 
you, Helen. If anything there's something wrong with him, but that is 
not the point. The point is to approach the problem from an entirely 
different angle."

Well, tonight, that's what I'm going to do! Helen resolved. I don't 
care what, I'm going to get him to pay some attention to me!

*  *  *

Adam Randolph pulled his Ford Pinto into the apartment house garage and 
got out. He left it at the entrance within the building, knowing that 
Howie would come and park it for him in the space allotted to him. Then 
he took the elevator up to the 12th floor and stepped out. His 
briefcase contained the precious notebook in which he had begun the 
notes on his new experiment, including the short questionnaire which he 
had had Betty Johnson fill out for him. He was looking forward to 
rereading it all in his study once he entered the spacious apartment. 
He lived in one of the few old apartment buildings left in New York, a 
spacious apartment with high ceilings and seven rooms was a luxury that 
the professor fully appreciated. Of course, he had gotten the apartment 
through a friend when he'd gotten the post teaching at the University. 
He and Helen had moved from New Jersey seven years before and settled 
into the apartment. For a while Helen had grumbled about the hectic 
city life and the fact that they knew hardly any of the neighbors, but 
eventually she'd seemed to get used to it, or as used to it as she ever 
would. In any case, there was no question of moving for the professor. 
His work was here in the city, and his position was a coveted one among 
his colleagues. He taught several classes, lectured two times a month, 
and had unlimited use of the laboratories at the school. What more 
could he ask?

Randolph chuckled to himself as he fit his key into the lock and 
turned. Now he knew what more he could ask, all right! It was late, and 
the professor expected his wife to be in the bedroom sleeping. He would 
go directly to his study and reread his notes. By God! His loins were 
still throbbing at the thought of what he'd done to Miss Johnson! He 
couldn't wait to go over the whole thing again, verifying his 
experiment.

With a spring in his step, Adam went into his study and flicked on the 
light. To his surprise, he saw that his wife was sleeping on the sofa!
"Helen!" he gasped. "What the devil?"

Helen sat up, blinking her eyes. She clutched the sheet up to her neck, 
remembering that she was naked beneath it. Now she didn't feel nearly 
as bold as she had earlier when she'd decided to waylay her husband in 
his study, the place where he spent most of his time when he was home. 
No, now she was just sleepy, and she felt foolish to say the least. But 
her husband stood looking at her so incredulously, his mouth gaping 
fish-like at the sight of her that Helen grew suddenly angry and 
defiant. Why did he look at her like that? How stupid he looked 
standing there with his briefcase wearing that same old overcoat and 
that hat that she hated. Was she such a stranger to him, so little a 
part of his life that the sight of her in his study would shock him so?

"I thought I'd wait for you here," she said tersely, "since you hardly 
ever get to bed anymore!"

'Well, really, Helen!" Adam moved at last, placing his briefcase 
carefully upon his big oak desk and turning on the small lamp on it. He 
slowly unbuttoned his overcoat and took it to the closet and carefully 
hung it up the way he usually did

Watching him, Helen grew more and more distressed. "Are you going to 
continue to ignore me, then?" she asked.

Adam turned toward her. "Why, I'm not ignoring you," he said. "I'm 
merely hanging up my coat."

This only infuriated Helen all the more. "Hanging up your coat! Huh!" 
she grunted, playing for time, trying to think of what tack to take 
now. The pretty blonde woman had visualized it all quite differently, 
and now she was forced to deal with a reality which was growing more 
and more confusing.

"I ... I thought we might talk a little!" she declared, her blue eyes 
glinting with anger.

Adam sat down behind his desk. "Talk? About what?" he inquired as 
though she had said the strangest thing in the world.

"Anything. About anything!" Helen spat out. "I'm a woman, Adam! I need 
companionship. I need ..." Her voice trailed off and a crimson shade 
colored her features. She grappled and twisted at the pink sheet she 
had [brought in from her bedroom, feeling more naked than she'd dreamed 
possible underneath. Why hadn't she just gone to bed as usual? It was 
Stan's fault that she had attempted this confrontation!

"Yes?" Adam looked at his wife inquiringly. What was it anyway? Why 
didn't she leave him alone? Of all times to come bothering him, just 
when he was at the commencement of a very important phase of his life 
and his work.

"SEX!" The word slipped from Helen's lips and seemed to hang suspended 
in the room. Helen was aware of all the books on the shelf behind her 
husband's back. She felt mortified. How could she have said such a 
thing? She had, of course, intimated as much in the past, but never had 
she come right out and said it!

Adam regarded his wife and realized for the first time that she was 
naked underneath the sheet. His first reaction was to look down at his 
briefcase as if to ascertain that it was still there. Just looking at 
it gave him a raging erection, and the middle-aged scientist could feel 
his penis throbbing with life again.

"Sex?" he repeated, dumbly.

"Yes!" Helen felt she might as well brazen it out now that she'd 
started it. "You'd think you'd never heard of the word!"

Adam patted his briefcase absent-mindedly. "Oh, I've heard of it. Yes, 
I've heard of it."

Helen could stand it no longer. Suddenly, she jumped up and let the 
sheet fall away from her. There she stood, completely unclothed, her 
naked body lovely and trembling in need before her husband. "I'm not so 
bad, am I?" she asked. "I've got eyes. I can see myself in the mirror. 
I still look pretty good!"

"Yes, yes. You look fine!" Adam hastened to reassure her, noting that 
Helen was on the verge of becoming hysterical. That was the last thing 
he wanted. It was so disruptive.

"Beautiful! Say I look beautiful!" Helen spat out. "SAY IT!"

Funny how now that Helen was standing there in front of him stark 
naked, he was thinking of Miss Johnson. He would have to make a note 
about this. Nevertheless, Adam felt a definite excitement growing again 
inside him. If it was sex that Helen wanted, he supposed that he could 
accommodate her at this particular moment. Anything for a little peace 
and quiet. Couldn't very well have her going around screaming half the 
night when he had work that he wanted to do.

"Beautiful. Yes, you do look beautiful," he said compliantly.

"Oh, Christ, why can't you ever say anything on your own?" Helen cried, 
disheartened. She felt ashamed and reached for the sheet to cover her 
body. "I'm leaving. Get on with your work!" she said.

"No, don't go, Helen. I've got a little time." Adam got up and came 
toward her. As he drew near, the scientist could see that his wife was 
trembling and that she was extremely upset, and yet, he kept thinking 
about the voluptuous Miss Betty Johnson and how she had responded. 
"Come on, Helen, let's go into the bedroom," he said, taking his wife's 
arm gently.

Helen felt a surge of hope. A feeling of lewd excitement stirred in her 
loins despite her misgivings. Meekly, she accompanied her husband 
through the living room of their apartment, a room that was hardly ever 
used, to the bedroom. Once there, Adam headed her toward the bed while 
he began to undress. Helen slipped under the covers of the bed and 
watched her husband of ten years as he took off his clothes. Her 
breathing was shallow, guarded, and her eyes were half-closed as she 
waited for him. She dared not make a prediction about what was to 
happen or to think too much about just how her plan had apparently 
worked.

But when the thick knob of Adam's hardened penis came into view, 
Helen's heart skipped a beat. "Oh!" she gasped. She hadn't seen him 
look like this in years. Deep down inside, the blonde wife felt a 
sensation of impending happiness. She watched him coming toward her and 
felt a slight moistening down there between her legs. How she wanted 
him! How she loved her husband, still, despite everything! Soon he 
would be holding her, loving her. Perhaps he had finally seen just how 
much she needed him, needed to be loved by him.

She accepted him above her, felt the adjustments of his body to hers, 
the stomach that had thickened with the years pressed against her 
softness, her breasts touched up against his chest. Without too much 
ado, his knee spread her leg to the side.

"Oh, Adam, darling," she sighed.

Then the round head of her husband's penis touched at the soft, hair-
trimmed entrance of her vaginal slit and throbbed against the quivering 
length of the moist little furrow. Experimentally, Adam moved his rock-
hard cock up and down in the seething heat of his wife's yearning pussy 
until on one down-stroke, it was worming up against the tight entrance 
of her vagina. She felt it pushing against her and spread her legs 
hungrily, wanting the full, hard length of him way inside. She felt as 
though he'd never been so hard! She had to have him up inside her. 
Spontaneously, the excited wife placed both her hands on her husband's 
back, sliding them down toward his naked buttocks and holding on tight. 
Then spreading her legs around his body, she bent them obscenely around 
his back and pulled herself up brusquely, forcing his lust-stiffened 
hardness to slide directly up into the passion-drenched pit of her 
hotly waiting pussy. At first the tightness of her vaginal channel was 
a restrictive force, but then the delicate tissues accustomed 
themselves to his hard, male girth, and he was swallowed up to the tip 
of her womb. Helen thought she would burst with love for him as her 
lust grew minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be 
between them. Whatever had gone wrong before would be miraculously 
tightened by this act.

"Adam, I love your love you," she murmured into his ear. Helen moaned, 
open-mouthed, as the tip of her tongue swirled excitedly within her 
husband's ear. The snug feeling of his warmly throbbing hardness up 
inside her quivering cunt gave her the sense of completion that she had 
missed. But all that was over now. They would make love often after 
this night, she just knew it! He was going to fuck into her with long, 
even thrusts, burying the head of his penis harder and harder each 
time. She was going to cum so incredibly against him!

Randolph held her like this for a long moment, making a mental note of 
his wife's impatience. He could feel his testicles dangling in the 
upturned crevice of her spread ass-cheeks, and a surging tingle swept 
through him.

"Nnnugh ..." he groaned, his thick cock bucking uncontrollably inside 
the tightly clasping passage of his wife's desire-tautened pussy. His 
sperm broke forth without warning, jetting in sporadic jerks between 
the milking muscles of Helen's vaginal passage, splashing against the 
sensitive surface of her womb.

"OOohhaaah!" He cried out, as overwhelming sensations of orgasm 
traversed his jerking cock and sent chills of delight throughout his 
entire body. He was thinking of his work, of the many women he would 
study, of the success he would become. The book which would be on the 
best-seller list week after week. His picture in the Times, on the 
cover of Newsweek and Time. It was good! He collapsed heavily onto his 
wife's still body, oblivious to the soft warm feel of her nakedness.

"Mmmmmm," he sighed, and then came the regular cadence of his 
breathing.

Helen was so stunned that she scarcely had time to realize that it was 
over.

"Oh, God! Oh God, no!" she said. Bitterness and frustration rose within 
her, mixed with anger and self-pity as tears began to form in her eyes. 
She no longer felt beautiful. She felt used and ugly!

Brusquely, she slid out from under her exhausted husband and, getting 
up from the bed, fairly ran into the dining room where she found a 
bottle of wine in the cabinet and opened it. Hastily, she filled a 
glass and drank it down. She carried the bottle into the living room 
along with her glass and sat heavily on the couch in the darkness, 
drinking down the white liquid until the bottle was almost 3/4 gone.

Alternately, the distressed wife began to sob and laugh, and then 
scarcely aware of her own actions, her hands moved furtively to the 
heavy swelling of her full, well-rounded breasts. Her nervous fingers 
began to stroke the hardening nipples automatically. A growing current 
of warmth ran through her veins as if her own touch made up for her 
husband's lack of interest. With breathtaking clarity, memories of how 
Adam had made love to her on their wedding night came back to her. She 
could almost feel the way his then-muscular body had enveloped her, 
feel his soft yet firm caressed and the hardness of his blood-filled 
penis as it inched upward into her eagerly willing pussy. Her eyes were 
closed now as she thought of all this and of the hours that they used 
to take in their love-making. Mindlessly, the pretty blonde wife ran 
her hands over her nakedly quivering body, desperately trying to soothe 
her loneliness and assuage the aching emptiness she felt.

"Oh!" the sharp gasp could not be suppressed as Helen felt a ripple of 
strong desire steal over her. She lay out on the living room couch, 
feeling her anguish building as her hands began to cup and caress her 
warmly tingling breasts. The distressed wife was painfully aware of the 
aching void down there between her legs. The wine had only served to 
make it worse. Suddenly clamping her erotically trembling thighs 
together, Helen struggled to suppress the insidious longing that crept 
throughout her loins, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse 
and strengthened it into a tightening knot of shameless arousal.

Tentatively, Helen pinched the throbbing tips of her nipples and moaned 
as rippling sensations of warmth spread quickly from their sensitively 
hardening flesh. Lewd images kept coming to her mind, the obscene hope 
she'd felt at the sight of her husband's desire-thickened penis haunted 
her. She pressed her open palm over the hair-covered mound of her wetly 
pulsating cunt. She pressed harder, seeking to contain the passion that 
seethed unchecked within, but only making it erupt within her love-
starved body. Helen's finger stole gently into the pulsing folds of her 
moistly heated cunt, and for a split second, her middle finger brushed 
against the tiny nub of her clitoris, making her moan aloud from the 
sudden searing contact.

The lewd temptation of the forbidden act was too much for the 
disappointed housewife, and she felt the final vestiges of restraint 
giving away. With a savage moan of desire, Helen frantically rubbed at 
the source of her passion. Moaning softly, she allowed her caressing 
fingers access to the hair-trimmed surface of her desire-filled pussy. 
Breathing in ragged gasps, Helen propelled her fingers into the 
famished center of her cuntal mouth. The soft, vibrant feeling that 
came over her grew stronger as she lay there, lovely and naked in the 
dark, her fingers groping obscenely in the warm folds of her seeping 
vagina. Of its own will her finger, the middle one, sought the hard tip 
of her clitoris and teased and tormented the little nerve ending into a 
vibrant imitation of an erection.

"MMmmmm ... Ooooohh!" she sighed in bliss as the tips of her fingers 
grazed her hotly moistened vaginal inner lips and then dipped 
hesitantly down to the tight opening to her femininity. With agonizing 
caution, the frustrated wife guided her trembling digit toward the 
sensitive little orifice and then with bated breath felt it sink into 
the silken sheath of her own desire-filled vagina. A jolt of pure 
unadulterated pleasure shot through her belly, and rays of pleasure 
emanated from that tender friction between her finger and the warm 
membrane of her wetly clasping pussy. Eagerly, the blonde wife explored 
deeper inside her own womanhood, reveling now in the self-given 
delight. She could feel her own fleshy vaginal walls as they closed in 
avidly around her penetrating finger, and suddenly it was clear that 
one finger was not enough!

It was a desperate need, and Helen could not resist plunging one and 
then two more fingers into the moistly heated opening. Testing the 
pleasurable results, the good-looking blonde began to swirl and revolve 
all three fingers within the hungering depths of her wetly clasping 
cunt.

Helen's other hand began to massage the upthrust mounds of her breasts 
as bit by bit, her crazed lust took more and more control. It must 
happen again! Her body must become used to, accustomed to the full 
passionate ministrations of a warm and loving male! She just couldn't 
go on like this! Her wine-dazed brain desperately sought the answer to 
her dilemma even while her fingers brought a semblance of the satiation 
that she needed.

In the darkness, Helen could make out the dim furnishings of the living 
room, the bookshelves, the paintings, the overhead chandelier, the 
tasteful sculptures upon the cabinet. When her eyes had remained fixed 
on one particular sculpture for a few seconds, Helen knew that it was 
when she had been looking for. Somewhere in her subconscious, the 
memory of that lewd abstract piece of art had remained. Long and 
cylindrical, its smooth shape was reminiscent of nothing so much as a 
male phallus, and a male penis was exactly what Helen Randolph wanted 
and had to have. It did not matter at the moment that it was far from 
real, for even as the drunk and distraught wife staggered up from the 
couch, she knew that it would feel better than her pitifully inadequate 
fingers in the tormented fire-pit of her shamelessly pulsing cunt.

"AH!" Helen grabbed at the object and felt an immediate surge of joy as 
the thickness of it made itself felt in her palm. She knew right away 
just how it would feel rising high inside her tormented vagina! Rushing 
back to the couch with the sculpture in her hand, base and all, Helen 
recalled with a certain amount of maniacal glee that her husband had 
given the sculpture to her one Christmas many years ago. Little had he 
dreamed then, that she would make such a good use of his gift! Already 
the absolutely smooth glistening wood called 'Tribute to Space' was 
touching the quivering surfaces of her outer cunt! Helen manipulated 
the work of art skillfully, almost as though she had done it before, 
even though Helen could not remember masturbating since she was a girl 
of thirteen or fourteen. But it was easy now to hold the thing by the 
base, and as she lay with her eagerly trembling thighs spread out wide 
to place the rounded tip of it at the wetly tingling opening of her 
pussy. Now all she had to do was push!

A vague nagging doubt lingered in the young wife's brain. What am I 
doing? Have I gone mad?

The lascivious image that she must present, lying there naked in the 
living room while her husband slept peacefully in the nearby bedroom 
made Helen falter for an instant. Then just as suddenly as it had come, 
the image went, to be replaced by that of her husband, Adam, snoring by 
now no doubt in the bedroom. Blind fury took control of the inebriated 
blonde wife, and taking hold of the base of the wooden penis, she 
thrust it inward, forcing the tip-end of it between the gaping split of 
her sensitive vaginal lips. It rose upward, thick and full and hard 
within the tightly clasping channel of her cunt while Helen began a 
muttered chant, her voice tense and feverish:

"His fault! His fault! It's all because of him! He's made me do this!" 
Helen sobbed and grunted alternately as the penis-substitute filled her 
sensuously pulsating pussy and as she relentlessly forced the long, 
hard shape past her wetly quivering vaginal lips up into her belly.

"Oh, God!" she sighed finally in relief. It was embedded right up to 
the mouth of her womb. Automatically, her loins began an involuntary 
gyration against the lewd object which was a copy of an original work 
to be found in the Modem Museum of the city. Warily at first, but with 
a growing assurance of what she was doing, Helen began to slide the big 
phallus-shaped object of finely polished wood in and out of her 
gratefully accepting channel.

"Oh, it's good!" The frustrated scientist's wife could hardly believe 
how well the thick girth and the satisfying length and firmness 
fulfilled her great need. New and more reassuring waves of a once 
familiar pleasure washed over her.

Within moments, Helen had begun to twist and turn, her legs moved 
crazily about on the sofa, one frequently hanging off toward the 
thickly rugged floor, the other sometimes climbing up to the back of 
the cushion. Wide, wide, wider! The naked wife gyrated lewdly, 
obscenely beneath her own self-fucking, as if she were seeking to win 
some kind of prize for lasciviousness. Helen's loins ground up eagerly 
now, her mouth working grotesquely in an incessant stream of passionate 
mewls.

Then with appalling suddenness, she was on the verge of her longed-for 
release. It was too soon, and yet not soon enough. How long had she 
waited and wanted this moment? In her fury, the professor's wife jammed 
the elegant sculpture, the thick wooden pole of her lust, harder and 
faster into her churning cuntal depths.

Helen's face flushed with a pink moistness, her expression twisted so 
that she had a look of utter insanity as she strove to fulfill both the 
roles she had given herself. She was both giving and receiving the 
hard, thrusting fucking. And then a low, almost mournful wail slipped 
from her throat as the first shudders of her long awaited pleasure 
began to convulse her. The golden strands of her hair spread in an 
iridescent tangle about her head as the excited wife began to spin in 
the wild vortex of her orgasm. Colors and feelings molded into one 
behind her tightly closed eyelids. The wet, sluicing sounds of her 
shameless masturbation met her ears and increased her excitement at 
this moment of intense climax. In and out, in and out, the substitute 
penis worked upon the sensitive tissues, bringing her a joy she's 
almost forgotten existed. What Helen wanted, she gave herself with the 
help of the lewdly shaped piece of sculpture. Moan after moan escaped 
the harried woman's lips as the pseudo-cock fucked upward between her 
widespread thighs until finally a whirlpool of desire grabbed her and 
spun her about until she had lost all sense of time and place until she 
had forgotten just who she was and why she was nakedly sprawled upon 
the living-room sofa.

"I'm there! I'm there!" she called into the darkness as the acute 
sensations reached their impossible heights. Body trembling and 
glistening with perspiration, Helen hovered at the peak of her pleasure 
and then fell back, plunged into the dark unconsciousness of oblivion.

It was hours later when the exhausted wife awoke to find herself 
trembling with cold, still lying on the sofa. The gray light of dawn 
was filtering in through the sheer curtains of the living room.

Mortification and guilt struck her and clung like a heavy fog as she 
looked at the obscene object that lay beside the couch. With a gasp of 
horror, Helen jumped up and tried to clean off the statue. She did the 
best she could at the moment and then hid the thing in a far corner of 
the cupboard. Trembling with shame and cold, Helen ran into the 
bathroom adjoining the bedroom she shared with her husband. She stood 
under the hot shower for as long as she could, and then total fatigue, 
both physical and mental, made her stagger out, dry herself and cover 
up with a thick terry-cloth robe. The bedroom had a depressing look 
about it as, still clad in her robe, Helen got in beside the lump that 
was her sleeping husband. She refrained from touching him as she fell 
into a restless sleep.



Chapter 3


"Hello, Stan! This is Helen Randolph ... I ... What? Oh goddamned 
answering service! Tell Stan I need an extra appointment this week. 
Yes, tell him I'm coming today whether he likes it or not!" Helen 
slammed down the telephone and went to her mirror again. Her nervous 
fingers moved through her hair as she tried to cope with the facts of 
the night before. "This is it!" she said to herself. "I can't take any 
more. Something has to give!"

*  *  *

"Yes, this will do fine!" Adam Randolph was extremely pleased. The 
apartment was very close to the campus of the University. In fact, it 
was one of several off-campus buildings owned by the University. This 
proximity would make it simple for him to continue his teaching while 
he began the new work that would make him famous.

"Sexual Research Foundation." The words sounded just right in the 
interior of Adam's head as he signed the papers stating that he would 
rent the apartment for the next two years. Yes, in only one year's 
time, Adam knew that he would have moved on to bigger and better 
spaces, but meanwhile, this would do just fine.

"I'll be using the place for my research," Adam told the superintendent 
who was in charge of rentals.

"Certainly," the Super said, feeling proud that he was renting to one 
of the profs at the University. Much better than the usual rowdy 
students up there smoking dope and carrying on. It would lift the 
reputation of the place a bit, he thought to himself as he accepted the 
one month's rent for deposit, and two month's rent in advance from Dr. 
Adam Randolph. He looked at the signature on the check and then 
pocketed it with a little smile of satisfaction.

"Just let me know when you'll be moving in," he said.

"Why, immediately! If not sooner!" Adam replied, massaging his hands as 
he thought of the young waitress up at the College Cafe. What a fine 
subject she was going to make!

*  *  *

It was three days later, and Susi stood pouting at the angle of the 
counter, her mind a million miles away. God, if she could only get out 
of there. Did she dare to say she wasn't feeling well. She could tell 
Mort, the boss, that she had a headache. But she'd already done that 
last week. She would have to wait at least another week before she 
could try again. Already Mort seemed displeased with her. Well, what 
did he expect? Did have to act as if the damned College Cafe was her 
whole life? Even though she spent so many hours working there, Susi 
wasn't about to think about it as having anything to do with her real 
self!

"Creep!" she said, mentally noting that Mort was looking out from the 
office door in the back, seeing that there were already two customers 
waiting at her station while she stood ignoring them. "What a colossal 
bore!" she thought, casting a glance in the glass roll box which 
allowed her to see a reflection of her pretty baby doll features 
highlighted by the bright lights in the cafe. Her wide blue eyes looked 
as if she had never had a wicked thought in her life. In fact she had 
had a few, but so far most of her wicked actions had been confined to 
generally making her admiring boyfriends' lives miserable.

With a walk that told a great deal about how cute Susi thought she was, 
the eighteen year old waitress ambled over to the first customer, the 
one nearest her. The other seemed to be gesticulating, indicating that 
he had arrived first, but Susi kept her eyes carefully away from his. 
She'd wait on the closest first, and that was that! Let Mort, the 
manager, crap in the back room if he saw. Let him fire her! Tonight she 
couldn't care less. 
Susi held her pad poised, the little pencil was already circling 
doodles on the sheet of paper. "Yes?" she inquired.

"Good evening, Susi," Professor Adam Randolph smiled and cleared his 
throat. "This evening I'll have a cup of the minestrone soup. Is it 
good? Do you recommend it?"

"Sure! The chef made it up fresh this afternoon!" Susi said. She liked 
Professor Randolph. He came in almost every evening, making his little 
jokes. It was better than the dull simps and the weirdoes and the wise-
acre students who thought that they were something because they were at 
the University and she wasn't.

Susi turned and gave one of her little wiggles, knowing that Professor 
Randolph would appreciate the splendid curvature of her un-pantied ass-
cheeks. The nylon slip that she wore under the white nylon uniform 
allowed the clear outline of them to show, including the split of her 
curvy buttocks. Then she went to the soup shelf, took down a can of 
Minestrone and opened it, then put it in the special soup heater. She 
turned and winked at Professor Randolph as it got hot. He was really 
cute, she decided, with his gray hair and his brief-case. She'd heard 
some of the kids talking about him too and had learned that he was a 
hard, but a good teacher. They always sounded a little bit in awe of 
him, whereas she was on really friendly terms with him. It made her 
feel good. She turned back to the machine and poured the hot soup into 
a bowl, her other hand already reaching for the little pack of Saltine 
crackers that would be served with it.

Susi wondered if her boyfriend Ben was really going to meet her that 
night like he'd said. He'd want to make love to her later on, that was 
for sure, and Susi wasn't sure she wanted him to. Make him wait a 
little? Instead, maybe when she got home she'd call up somebody who 
wasn't expecting to hear from her, and go over and fuck all night long. 
That might be more fun, she decided, for Susi wasn't a girl to do 
things in any ordered way. The more she confused her lovers and drove 
them out of their minds, the happier she seemed to be.

Don't let them count on anything! That was one of her little mottoes, 
and stuck to it pretty well, never becoming terribly emotionally 
involved with anyone while at the same time stringing as many people 
along as she could.

"Here you are, Professor Randolph," she said, moving as slowly as she 
could back to the counter to prevent from spilling the soup. Susi was 
not the most agile waitress in the world, but she didn't lose any sleep 
worrying about it. She was noticing, however, that Adam Randolph's eyes 
were fixed upon her proudly jiggling breasts as she set the soup in 
front of him. This pleased her immensely that a man of such scientific 
background could find her attractive. She stood posing in front of him 
a moment to let him get a good look at her size 38C, ignoring the 
continued gesticulations of the other customer who was still waiting.

Susi finally turned to the other man. "What do you want?" she said 
nastily. Routinely, she took his order, aware that Professor Randolph 
was following her every motion with his eyes. This was more attention 
than he usually paid to her, and Susi couldn't help wondering if he was 
going to make a pass at her that night. She waited on two more people 
while Adam finished his soup at a leisurely pace. What would it be like 
sleeping with Dr. Randolph, she wondered. It might be interesting, she 
thought. He would probably tremble when he touched her, she thought, a 
little smile of amusement playing about her full, Bardot-type lips. 
Susi's strawberry-colored hair gave off a sheen that no real hair color 
could ever imitate, but it gave her a certain effect none-the-less. It 
had been a dull uninteresting chestnut color before, and then blonde, 
and now this "stylish" red. Susi went over to a far corner of the cafe 
and surreptitiously ran her comb through her shoulder length hair 
before tying it back once more. She didn't care if any of the customers 
saw, but Mort would give her hell if he saw her.

Her other customers had gone now, and only Professor Randolph remained. 
If he was going to make a pass it would be now, she figured as she 
walked back toward her counter. The last "older" man she'd slept with, 
Susi recalled, was her high school principal, and she knew that if she 
hadn't she never would have graduated. What a lousy lay he'd been too, 
she thought ruefully. Lots of panting and tugging and then wham team, 
thank you, ma'am. Then he'd asked her to watch while he masturbated. 
What a bore!

Susi found herself hoping that Professor Randolph might be more 
interesting. For one time, what did she have to lose?

"A little experiment?" she repeated, after Adam had broached the 
subject to her. "Nearby, you say?"

"Yes, my new lab is just around the corner, as a matter of fact. I 
would be honored if you might consider being one of my first, uh, 
assistants!"

"Yeah, sure!" Susi thought. "Why not?" she said aloud. "I get off at 
11:00. Give me the address and I'll come on over." She arched an 
eyebrow and waggled her hips a bit.

Adam smiled and left a quarter tip, his usual, before sliding off the 
stool. Then he carried the check to the cashier, paid and stepped out 
into the crisp night air. He hurried back to the new "lab", for he had 
to have all in readiness for the young waitress's arrival.

Taking the steps two at a time, the graying scientist arrived at the 
third floor landing. He fit his key into the first lock, turned it, and 
fit a second key into the police lock. The iron bar slid aside as he 
entered the apartment. The hall was as grim and colorless as he had 
found it, but the living room had been turned into a rather comfortable 
looking room. There was little furniture except for a foam rubber 
mattress on the floor with an Indian throw over it and a few cushions 
spread about on the carpet. The walls however had been tampered with, 
and if one looked carefully one could see that the rug area around the 
bed had been carefully cut and recovered to allow for the placement of 
certain devices.

Adam hurried to the control panel that was in the adjoining room and 
turned on the electronically motivated instrument. It was a 
comparatively simple machine to construct, borrowing university 
equipment of course, and Adam himself had considerable experience with 
stimulatory devices where his test animals were concerned. To make 
certain changes allowing for a human experiment was a snap for the 
talented professor.

The two way mirror was archaic, but would work admirably for his own 
first experiments, Adam felt, as he peered into the empty living room, 
his "lab". Already the bed was beginning to vibrate, and Adam had but 
to touch a few other buttons and he knew that the whole thing would 
come alive. But this would wait. Right now, he had to hurry and change 
into his white coat. Carefully, the middle-aged professor removed all 
his clothing, and placed it in a closet. From the same closet he 
removed his working coat, and put it on over his naked body. A shiver 
went through him as he felt its cool crisp cotton fabric covering the 
warmth of his exposed flesh. Why, he wondered, had he waited so long 
before breaking away from the dull routine of the University? Why had 
he waited so long before beginning to live?

The excitement was making him get a full erection already, and hard, 
meaty head of his erect cock grazed against the material of his loose-
fitting white coat arousing him even further. Adam rubbed his hands 
together and refrained from touching the blood-swollen girth of his 
penis. It was enough at the moment to anticipate Susi's arrival. Adam 
Randolph began to pace back and forth, reminding himself that a good 
scientist would never anticipate the results of an experiment. He would 
just have to wait and see what happened, given the laboratory 
conditions and the predispositions of the subject!

The bell rang with a strident sound that made him jump. Then Adam was 
coolness personified. The tougher it gets, he reminded himself, the 
cooler I must be! for already Adam had started thinking about his wife, 
Helen. He broke out into a sweat as he made ready to open the door. Why 
on earth would he be thinking about her now? But try as he might, even 
as Adam Randolph opened the door to see the pert eighteen year old 
standing there, he was remembering his wife's words as he left the 
apartment earlier that day. "You can't ignore me! 
I'll show you! You can't keep on pretending that I don't exist!"

Adam had closed the door behind him and gotten the elevator down to the 
garage. "Now why would she think that I don't think she exists?" he 
wondered to himself. Obviously, he knew she existed. Sometimes he got 
theater tickets and they would go out together. Sometimes, he even 
looked at television with her. True he wasn't much of a 
conversationalist, but then he always had so much on his mind.

Adam's thoughts trailed off, and he realized that he had been standing 
there for a good moment, staring at the first subject of his new 
"work".

"Well, are you going to ask me in?" Susi smiled a crooked little 
inquiring smile at the older man. Really, she was thinking. Is he potty 
or something? You'd think he didn't even remember inviting me by!

"Come in ... oh yes, do come right in!" Adam said formally, ushering 
the curvaceous little teenager into the apartment, and carefully 
locking the door behind her.

"Expecting burglars?" Susi asked. She was chewing gum and wondering if 
she should have gone out with her boyfriend after all instead of 
standing him up.

"Not at all, not at all!" Adam was rubbing his hands again. "I, uh, 
well, in the big city, one can never be too careful, you know!"

"Oh, I don't believe all that stuff. Nothing ever happened to me!" Susi 
looked around her with a certain amount of distaste. "This is where you 
do your experiments?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Adam replied. "Step right this way, won't 
you?"

"Oh boy!" Susi rolled her eyes as Adam turned his back to her and led 
the way to the living room. She looked inside. "Is this going to be 
boring!" she said to herself, not quite knowing what she had expected, 
but knowing that it was something more interesting than this!

Adam stood awkwardly beside the girl for a moment. She seemed smaller, 
shorter now that she was no longer behind that counter. And seeing her 
dressed in her street clothes made her look entirely different. A 
"crazy fur" coat gave her squared shoulders, and her legs appeared 
shapely but somehow more vulnerable than before in their black 
stockings and high-heeled wedgies.

"So let's get on with the experiment!" Susi said. Might as well get it 
over with. She turned, sizing up the professor once more, finding him 
more uncertain, more timid than she had when he was her customer 
sitting on the other side of the counter. Clearly, she would be able to 
handle the whole thing, she figured. He certainly wasn't going to be 
what Susi would call a powerful lover!

The young girl thought of her boyfriend as she had glimpsed him a few 
moments before, standing on the corner waiting for her to get out of 
work. Instead of going to meet him, she had ducked down the street as 
quickly as possible while his back was still turned, thus avoiding all 
confrontation with him. He must have found out by now, she figured, 
I've gone! She felt a moment of regret, and then a sensation of 
elation. She'd have some fun with Professor Randolph anyway!

"Uh, are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"Sure I'm ready. Can I sit down on the bed?" she asked, indicating the 
mattress which appeared quite normal since Randolph had turned off the 
electronic system.

"Yes, yes. And uh, if you'll just take off your clothes. "

"Take off my clothes?" Susi stared wide-eyed at the scientist. Perhaps 
it would be more interesting than she thought. She'd seen some fast 
workers before, but jeez!

"Yes, I assure you, this experiment will be done in the purest 
scientific tradition and uh, the results will be completely ... oh, 
yes, dear me ... completely confidential."

Susi reclined upon the bed, and smiled up at the professor. "I should 
hope so!" she said.

"Oh yes," Adam insisted, "unless, of course, you wish it otherwise!"

What an odd-ball! Nevertheless, Susi was beginning to feel an 
interesting kind of excitement in spite of herself. Wasn't this what 
she was after, the unusual in life, the chance encounter? The 
unexpected? Maybe she could have a terrific orgasm with this professor, 
just because he was so weird. Already little flutters like butterflies 
let loose were making themselves felt in the young girl's lower belly. 
Her ripe young breasts felt heavier than usual as she lay back and 
their weight pressed against her chest.

"As I said," Adam muttered, "just get undressed and remain motionless 
on the bed with arms extended thus ..." He placed her arms in the 
position he wanted and then moved back. The professor fumed and left 
the room, while the eighteen year old redhead watched him leave, a 
classic expression of confusion etched upon her pretty but not-too-
bright features.

But before she could begin to try to figure it out, Adam Randolph's 
voice transmitted from the neighboring room came to her through the 
carefully placed speakers throughout the lab.

"You may begin to remove your clothes now!" he said in a kindly, 
disinterested tone.

Susi was so put off balance by the events that she automatically began 
to take off her clothes. Perhaps it was some real experiment after all, 
she thought, while all along she had been thinking that Dr. Randolph 
just wanted to get in her panties. Why, he wasn't even in the same 
rooms Susi was profoundly impressed by this fact, and by the fact that 
she thought Randolph could not see her. In fact, he was studying her 
every sensuous move through the two-way mirror which occupied a large 
space on one wall of the room. Trembling a little bit, the lushly-
endowed waitress took off her monkey fur coat and put it neatly on the 
floor, adding to it her black, almost skin-tight dress.

Susi was completely naked beneath her short, one-piece slip. The flimsy 
nylon had to act as both brassiere and panties for the young girl's 
full figure and it succeeded at neither. For the first time in her life 
the young girl hesitated a moment before revealing the total nakedness 
of her flesh. Always, even when she was thirteen and it was the first 
time, and she had been alone with her aunt's husband and he had taken 
her into his bedroom while her aunt was away ... even then, she had not 
hesitated a second, but had pretended to her uncle that she was not a 
virgin.

Susi had always been ready for lovemaking, but somehow, she did not 
know what to expect this time, and it made her uneasy. Nevertheless, 
she was here now, and she might as well get on with it, the voluptuous 
redhead figured. Afterward, maybe she'd even call her boyfriend Ben and 
apologize for standing him up. With a little quiver of her full lower 
lip, Susi dropped the thin straps of her slip, sliding them off her 
shoulders and letting the soft garment fall to the floor. Then she bent 
over and unrolled her gartered stockings until the sheer black material 
slipped off her toes and made another addition to the pile of her 
clothing on the rug.

There was a slight indentation on the pale white flesh of the young 
girl's upper thighs where the garters had left their mark. Apart from 
that Susi's naked form was flawless. Some might have complained about 
the fleshiness of her sensually ripened breasts which were far larger 
than most girls', but somehow on Susi the warm quivering mounds of 
flesh, each one centered with a thick brown nipple with crowns the size 
of silver-dollars, took on a graceful air that offset her nicely 
rounded hips and small nipped-in waist. Her skin was of a pale 
translucent quality that added to the over-all effect of beauty. The 
tawny brown of her pubic "vee" snuggled perfectly up between those full 
thighs as Susi moved slowly back to the bed.

From his superb vantage point in the next room, Adam Randolph took in 
the dimpled swellings of Susi's ass-cheeks as she turned from him. 
Slowly, he spoke into his own tape-recorder, making certain that the 
room loud-speaker was off. Scientist or not, Randolph couldn't help 
waxing rhapsodic when describing his first real subject's attributes.

"A perfect nineteenth century figure which houses the face and mind of 
a twentieth century child. She's all breasts, hips, and thighs, a 
creature made for loving, for sex."

Adam Randolph gazed into the mirror and saw that Susi was sitting 
nervously on the edge of the bed. He flicked a switch.

"Lie down please. Face down!" he instructed.

Susi giggled nervously and then lay down upon the bed.

"Arms out, please!"

Susi extended her arms as she was told and was shocked to suddenly feel 
clamps spring from the bed to encircle her wrists, effectively holding 
her down to the bed.

"What the fuck?" cried. "Let me out of this contraption! Hey, where are 
you? LET ME OUlTTTT! " Susi struggled furiously against the iron clamps 
but to no avail. All she managed to do was to raise her legs upward, to 
kneel up, to pull backward. But none of these actions did anything 
toward freeing her wrists from the encircling bonds.

"If you will calm down, Susi, you will find the position quite 
comfortable, I think," Adam's voice was quiet, almost reflective, as he 
watched the naked young girl's responses, and carefully noted same by 
speaking into his microphone.

"What are you trying to do to-me? Please don't hurt me, please don't!" 
Oh God! She'd heard of crazy scientists before, but she never realized 
they did crazy things like this!

"Why, I wouldn't dream of hurting you, Susi," Adam expressed surprise 
and then continued, "the manacles may hurt if you pull too much against 
them, but you will see that they are necessary for the experiment. Now 
shall we progress?"

"Oh Christ!" Susi closed her eyes tight and tried to keep from crying, 
forcing herself to lie still face-down on the bed. She had no idea what 
was going to happen to her, but she suspected that she would regret not 
having met Ben before the evening was over.

"There, that's fine!"

Susi was gradually beginning to realize that Dr. Randolph could see her 
without being seen. The naked eighteen year old tried to keep her wits 
about her, but it was a difficult task faced with such a peculiar 
situation. Her breathing was shallow as she lay terrified upon the bed, 
waiting to see what would happen next. There was not long to wait, for 
as soon as she stopped moving about she found her ankles subjected to 
the same kind of clamps that held her wrists. Guided by electric eyes, 
the metal protruded from the sides of the bed to enclose the delicate 
flesh of the young girl's legs.

"OH no! No!" Susi cried out, really terrified now. Oh God! She was in 
the hands of a maniac! This new position was worse than anything. At 
least before she'd been able to move her legs. She was hopelessly lost 
and she felt that her captor might be insane enough to keep her this 
way forever. No one would certainly miss her for at least a month, 
everyone knew she was so capricious that she might disappear for weeks 
at a time. Her only salvation lay in seeing this through no matter 
what. In making the best of it somehow. She felt her tears coming in 
earnest now, and self pity enveloped her. For some reason she felt 
contrition for all the suffering she had inflicted upon her friends and 
lovers. It was as if she was now going to be punished for being so mean 
to them, even though she knew that Adam Randolph had no way of knowing 
what kind of person she'd been. Or did he?

"Now, my dear. I want you to start to talk. You will give me a short 
history of your sex life And never mind too much the little scientific 
instruments that you'll be feeling, just go on talking as best you 
can."

Scientific instruments? The phrase merely added additional fuel to her 
fear. Jeez! She had to humor him. Had to!

"I ... uh, where do you want me to begin?" Susi's voice was frail and 
thin as she made an attempt to be brave in hopes that she would please 
her captor enough to be let off fairly soon.

"Right at the beginning! Did you play with yourself. Tell me 
everything!"

Susi sobbed and then dug into her memory for her first sexual 
experience. She noticed that, as she started to speak, the bed began to 
vibrate gently. It made her uneasy to say the least, but spread-eagled 
as she was on her belly, she could do nothing about it. "When I was ten 
... I washed my pussy and found out it felt good."

"Go on, go on!"

"I, uh, used the wash cloth to rub and rub, and it felt better and 
better!"

"Yes?"

"Then I was taking a bath one day and just lying there in the tub 
playing with myself ... and I came all over the place." She blushed and 
hesitated.

"Then what?"

"I used to do it all the time ... any place, with anything I could 
find." Susi's ripened breasts swelled downward into the softness of the 
foam mattress which was vibrating at a gathering speed now. In her 
helpless, prone position the waitress began to feel a difference in the 
pressure points of her nipples, as though they were being massaged 
differently, separately. She could feel their tips hardening as the 
lewd tingling titillation continued, and she groaned and stammered out 
her story, feeling a kind of humiliation she had never known before. 
The white rounded cheeks of her vulnerable buttocks stood high behind 
her, cool in the air of the room, and she felt a renewed stab of fear 
at just how totally helpless she was.

"Now, my dear. I want you to make a decision. Since you are no doubt an 
expert on masturbation, you must have used a brush handle before?"

Susi gulped. "Yes," she admitted. The warm tingling in her breasts was 
growing unbearable. "A brush."

"And what else?"

"Anything, perfume bottle tops, thick fountain pens, a rubber glove, my 
mother's douche tip, once a frankfurter that I sneaked out of the 
refrigerator and then put back when I was finished!" Susi stuttered, 
not knowing if she was helping her plight by this secret information or 
making it worse.

"Fine, fine," Adam said, reassuringly. The graying scientist had found 
it necessary to move one hand beneath his laboratory smock, between the 
buttons. That way he was able to coddle the burgeoning thickness of his 
painfully throbbing erection. His cock was rock-hard and quivering with 
impatience, standing at attention as he fondled it lovingly, not 
forgetting to record his own reactions to the lewd spectacle he was 
creating.

Adam pressed a button on the control panel in front of him, and in the 
other room the young girl gasped. Down between her wide-spread thighs, 
exactly at the tender split of her helplessly positioned pussy, the 
eighteen year old redhead felt something beginning to stir. It felt 
like a big hard cock, but Susi could tell right away that it was made 
out of rubber or plastic. It had odd grooves in it which began to twist 
slowly along the exterior of her defenseless little cunt.

"OH! OH!" she cried out in horror.

"Nice?" Adam asked. "Like it?"

"No! I hate it. It's cold and hard and awful, I hate it, hate it!" Susi 
screamed out in spite of herself.

"Perhaps you will like it better when it gets inside of you. It has 
some very special attributes, you know." Adam pressed another button, 
and the thing down between her legs began to shift position. Try as she 
might to avoid it by hunching up, the thing seemed to have a will of 
its own and it headed directly for the little hair-trimmed entrance to 
her vagina. Susi groaned in anguish as she felt the big knob of its 
head beginning to try to wriggle inside her. It was far bigger than any 
human penis she had ever felt inside of her, and in addition its odd-
shaped head was quite unsettling there against her nakedly trembling 
intimate flesh.

"Oh God, no, please," she whimpered. "I don't want to do this. Please 
don't do this to me!"

In the control room Adam's teeth were bared in a lewd grin as his 
fingers moved rapidly up and down on his own naked cock. With a jerk, 
he abruptly stopped himself, for he had been on the verge of cumming.

"Oh God," he thought to himself, "it's been more exciting than I 
thought!"

"Never mind, dear!" he said to Susi, panting slightly. "You'll enjoy 
something of this I'm sure. Just tell me which attachment you like the 
best." The controls were in full action now. On the panel there were 
lights blinking at him signaling which portions of his diabolical 
machine were in operation. The next button set another light to 
functioning as inside the room Susi screamed.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhgggh!" Every sinew of Susi's naked young body was taut 
as she felt the thick object beginning to embed itself inside her 
private flesh. The hair-trimmed tightness of her vagina stretched wide 
to accept the nudging intrusion despite Susi's wish to expel it from 
her.

"Toooo big!" she gasped out, "much tooo biggg!"

"You're a little tight, aren't you?" Adam asked. He was remembering the 
first time he'd made love with Helen, when they were both much younger. 
How tight she'd been, almost a virgin, he was sure, although he'd never 
asked her. They'd made love on the grass in New Jersey, behind the 
house he'd been renting at the time. Dr. Randolph coughed to clear his 
mind of the intruding memory and brought his attention back to the work 
at hand. "Well, never mind," he said, "you'll loosen up, I expect!"

At that point the lewd object reached the farthest point inside the 
captured girl's straining pussy, and the tip of it, blunt and smooth as 
it had been before, began to expand almost as though it were growing 
hair, little nubs of semi-soft rubber protruding from all sides as it 
began to vibrate softly against the sleek inner membrane all around it.

"Nnnnnnn ..." It was an eerie sensation, not at all comforting at 
first, and frightening especially since she was in no way able to 
control it. Susi could feel the tiny little pin-points of rubber 
touching her most intimate, most sensitive places. There at the tip of 
her womb, high in her wide-stretched vagina the weird object massaged 
and vibrated, moved up and down, twirled round on its own, creating the 
most incredible sensation that Susi had ever encountered.

"You like that kind of loving, don't you, dear?" Adam asked, noting 
that Susi was beginning to quiver all over, and that the indicators he 
had before him of blood pressure and mental activity were showing 
marked increase.

"Oooooh ... ooooooohhh!" Tears rolled down Susi's cheeks as she 
screamed for the scientist to stop the long thick cock that was teasing 
high up in her vagina. But the penetrating machine only seemed to grow 
more frenzied with her, and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart 
while the exposed nub of her clitoris was subjected to a little bumping 
pressure from below the mattress. She was lubricating on her own now, 
making the inner channel of her besieged pussy so wet that the machine 
made lewd sluicing smacking noises with each stroke.

The tips of her nipples were being titillated by the same kind of 
sensual vibration that seemed to center at her breasts. Susi's toes 
squirmed as violent shudders of delight coursed along her nervously 
perspiring body. The tightly clinging channel of her cunt was on fret 
Susi seemed to tinge all over, and yet all she could do was moan and 
plead for Dr. Randolph's mercy. Why had she ever come here in the first 
place? Why? She would never, ever do such a thing again, if only she 
could get out of here alive and with her sanity too'

"Let's see how you like this one!" Adam said, smiling at his success 
and pushing another button which automatically canceled out the 
electronic message to the part of the machine which controlled the 
little rubber protrusions. They were replaced by the emergence of small 
suction cups which extended to the edges of Susi's inner walls, 
attaching themselves and beginning a gentle rotation and sucking where 
before there had been a tickling, teasing sensation.

"Oooh!" the huge unbending rubber phallus throbbed on, seeming to go 
deeper, but in reality expanding while her moist warm flesh clasped 
tightly around it. Susi felt her body slowly changing into a mass of 
nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were tightly shut now as she 
struggled against the rippling waves of unwanted pleasure that rushed 
through her helplessly trapped body. She fought against them with all 
her might, but the machine created more and more indecent desire within 
her. The very thought of her own helplessness, instead of infuriating 
her as before, began now to weaken and infiltrate her with a new 
awareness of herself. Was this what she had secretly wanted all along? 
Someone, something? that could give her pleasure and take none in 
return? Was this why she could never treat anyone who loved her with 
respect, for fear of giving up too much of herself. It occurred to the 
eighteen year old that there was nothing to lose here, no human being 
was touching her, despite the fact that the professor was obviously 
manipulating the sex-machine. An excited moan escaped her lips, 
betraying her sudden submission to the nefarious instrument.

My God, Susi thought, I love it! I love this goddamned machine!

"Now you like it, yes?" Adam inquired, regarding the distinctly 
lascivious expression on his captive's features through the two-way 
mirror.

"Ooooh!" she groaned helplessly, all the while feeling her tightly 
swollen breasts bewitched by the soothing vibration at their nipples. 
It seemed the full rounded mounds of naked flesh would burst from the 
exquisite pleasure coursing through them.

Susi tried to arch upwards, flinging her long red hair from side to 
side as she felt all resistance fleeing her mind and body. Just as 
suddenly as the pleasure had come to her aroused young body, it was 
suddenly gone, as experimentally Adam Randolph withdrew the thick head 
of the cock from the raging heat of Susi's now-willing cunt.

"OH NO!" she gasped.

"No, what?"

"NO! No I ... I ..."

"You want it to fuck you some more now, don't you?" he asked, unable to 
erase the self-satisfied tone of his voice. "Then say it, my dear. Say 
it loud and clear, and you shall get your wish. Maybe you were on the 
verge of cumming? Tell me what it was like the first time you came with 
a man. Tell me all about it!"

"Oh Christ, you sadistic bastard!" Susi writhed in frustration as all 
the vibrations of the innocent looking couch ceased. "I was fucking my 
uncle. My uncle's cock was fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around 
his neck, he was holding onto my ass! And I came!"

 "Yes?"

"Oh give it to me, give it to me! Give me the machine!" All resistance 
had drained from the eighteen year old's distorted mind.

"I still fuck him!" she said desperately, hoping that the machine would 
return to life faster if she gave more information. "I fuck him 
whenever I feel like it and I ... make ... him ... lick ... my ... 
shoes-!!"

The maddening but thoroughly desired probing of the artificial cock 
returned, spiraling its way up into her unresisting pussy, fucking 
upward with new girth, the sucking cups alternating with the little 
rubber points white the over-all vibration of the bed resumed.

"OH GOD, it's good, go on, go on!" As best she could the young redhead 
bucked downward into the fucking machine and began to blurt out 
incoherently all the vile, filthy words she knew which was a 
considerable lot. "Oh, Christ! It's the best! The very best! Oh fuck 
me, machine! Fuck Susi good!" she blurted.

Adam Randolph looked out from the control room with lewd delight at the 
sight of the sweat-glistening body of the helplessly strapped-down 
waitress, his first subject at the lab. He could see the big white 
mechanical penis he had devised doing its upward skewering from beneath 
and below the redhead's widespread legs. He timed the thrusts to match 
the contortions of her face, carefully noting the exact speeds and 
strokes in his recorded notes. Back and forth, suction, ticklers, 
rotate, swell, double-time forward and backward flick. Dr. Adam 
Randolph's fingers flew on the control buttons as he began to invent 
new combinations of the lewd series of actions.

There in the room which the professor called his "lab" the girl could 
feel the sudden rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. It 
had been a long time coming, and now it was upon her. The perfect lover 
had found a way to give her the kind of pleasure she truly needed, a 
pleasure that would in no way commit her, a pleasure which would not be 
reciprocated. No horrid man would get anything from her this way. No, 
there was nothing given, everything taken! The very hopelessness of her 
position, and the debasing ravishment of her nakedly trembling body 
brought a promise of a new orgasm, a different orgasm. She sucked in 
her breath as she felt her insides erupting with pleasure as though she 
were a volcano, dormant for too many years, now suddenly brought to 
life after sporadic rumblings.

The eighteen year old waitress's tongue flicked out to lick at her 
parched lips now as the building pleasure suddenly burst forth and the 
cry of unfettered joy came from her throat. Her orgasm flooded in great 
rocking waves within her and the cuntal muscles that surrounded the 
gyrating fake penis rippled crazily along the artificial surface as her 
liquid passion seeped outward and her vaginal lips clasped tightly 
around its base. It was an indescribable sensation for the young girl 
who had thought until now that she knew everything there was to know 
about sex. Now she knew that that was far from the truth. Whole new 
vistas were opened up to her now that she understood something about 
her true relationship to the world, to men, to life.

"I love you, fucking machine!" she gasped. "Oh you lovely, lovely 
machine!" Tears of pure bliss fell from her usually mocking eyes. She 
felt a sincerity of feeling that touched hitherto hidden recesses of 
her heart. Obscenely the young girl wallowed and wriggled about on the 
bed until at last the last button was touched, the last panel light 
gone out. She lay feeling the beautiful throbbing of her own insides, 
the low hum of pleasure that still dwelled in her streaming cunt.

Her eyes fluttered open as Adam Randolph came into the room and stood 
watching her for a moment. If only he doesn't spoil it, the girl 
thought in a moment of panic.

She watched as the scientist reached into the front of his white coat, 
and brought out the thick raging shaft of his penis.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, tremulously.

"I already have," Adam answered, his mind miles away. Why did he have 
to be thinking about Helen at a time like this? It was absolutely 
spoiling everything.

"No ... no! It wasn't you! It was the machine!" Susi gasped, for she 
could still feel the residue of pleasure that it had given her.

Adam stood uncertainly, holding his nakedly pulsing penis in his hand.

"Can I ask you something?" Susi said at length.

"Yes, what?" Adam was already putting his dully throbbing cock away. It 
was no use fucking her now, his heart really wasn't in it.

"Can I come back some time?"



Chapter 4



"Why I thought you weren't home nearly enough before! Now you're never 
here! What on earth are you doing?" Helen demanded.

Adam slumped into a chair in the living room. He'd been trying to avoid 
this confrontation for days now, ever since he'd opened up his new lab. 
Getting subjects had proved harder than he thought, and the luck that 
the middle-aged scientist had had with his first two subjects had not 
held true for the rest. In order to be completely scientific about it, 
Adam had been forced to decide that he must advertise for his subjects. 
He had just returned from placing three separate ads in what were known 
as "free" newspapers. He hoped that in this manner he might be 
furnished with a constant supply of new subjects. It was no good having 
Susi the waitress come back again and again as she wanted to do. He'd 
already exhausted the wealth of information that he wanted from the 
young redhead and was ready to move on to other things.

"What I'm doing will make us both famous!" he retorted.

"Hah!" Helen turned from the counter where she'd been mixing herself a 
drink. "What do I care if we're famous or not? What I want is a 
husband!"

"What am I?" Adam realized as soon as he said it that he ought not to 
have. With a moan, he kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes inside 
his socks. Worrying about his work at the lab, plus teaching classes 
and counseling students was beginning to exhaust him. But Adam tried to 
be optimistic. Soon he would be able to devote his full attention to 
the Sex Lab. The holidays were coming up and he'd have a good two weeks 
in which to do all the research he wanted.

"What are you?" Helen downed a fast Bloody Mary, scarcely blinking as 
the stiff content of vodka hit her stomach, not to mention the spiced-
up tomato juice. "That's what I've been wondering!" she spat out. "That 
is exactly what I've been wondering! Why I hardly know you anymore, 
Adam. We're like two strangers living in the same house!"

"That's not my fault!" Adam retorted, even though he was almost sure 
that it was. What could he do about it though? He was who he was, and 
what was it she wanted from him?

"I want somebody to love me, to hold me, to mix me a drink from time to 
time. To talk to me when we sit down to dinner!" Helen blurted out, her 
lower lip quivering as she regarded her seemingly impassive husband who 
had begun to rub his feet. Faced with Adam's silence, Helen went on. "I 
want someone who cares what I've been doing all day!"

Adam looked up at his wife. She'd done something different with her 
hair, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Did you cut your hair?" he asked.

"Oh God! That was last year, I cut my hair. I'm wearing it down instead 
of tied back," she snapped, starting to make another drink.

"1 knew there was something different," Adam muttered. Why did this 
interminable conversation have to continue when he had so many other 
important things to think about?

"You BASTARD! There's something different all right! I'm starting a new 
life. I'm a woman and I need a man, and I'm gonna get myself one!" 
Helen whirled and flung the glass she'd been holding across the room 
aiming it despite her anger so that it whizzed just above her husband's 
head and crashed behind him on the wall, creating an enormous blotch of 
dripping red. Then she stood there, still dressed in her blue wool 
dress, the one she'd worn to her meeting with her psychiatrist, her 
fists clenched, neck tendons taut, her whole being defensive and 
belligerent.

To Helen's surprise, she saw her husband rising, anger contorting his 
features in such a manner that he looked truly unrecognizable to her. 
She had wanted to get a reaction, anti for a split second she was 
pleased to have gotten some kind of rise out of her usually passive 
husband, until she realized that it was going to be a reaction over 
which she would have no control whatsoever. Adam looked crazy, like 
he'd suddenly flipped out just the way she was often threatening to do! 
She was smart enough to recognize that she'd gone too far and that 
she'd struck some subconscious chord which was making her husband 
respond violently. Quickly she backed away from him as she saw him 
coming toward her.

"How dare you?" Adam growled. "How dare you even bother me with this 
petty crap? Here I am trying to do the best thing for us, for my 
career. Trying to show the world! Here I am knocking myself out and for 
what? To come home and get nagged by a shrew"

Adam took hold of his wife's shoulders and began to shake her hard, so 
hard that her head snapped back and forth and her teeth chattered 
against each other.

He's touching me, he's touching me! Helen realized, even as she 
struggled to get away from her husband. He's paying some attention to 
me!

She pulled away and spat out, "So what? Now you won't have to worry, 
I'll go get myself somebody young, somebody who can still make love!"

That did it! Helen turned and ran out of the living room, terrified by 
her own boldness and by the fact that Adam was coming after her fast. 
She zipped into the bedroom and slammed the door trying to lock it 
before Adam got inside. Already the scheming blonde wife was wondering 
if she could get into the bathroom fast enough to lock that door and 
then perhaps pretend she was going to take some pills. Maybe she would 
take some! Maybe she ought to! The distressed wife didn't have time to 
think this plan through however, for Adam pushed the door open just 
before the lock caught.

"Too old!" he bellowed. "If you only knew!"

"What! Is there something I'm supposed to know?" Helen sneered, moving 
to the far wall trying to reach the bathroom door. "All I know is that 
you can't last more than one-two-three! Mr. Wham Bam, thank you ma'm!" 
The blonde wife turned and dashed into the bathroom and closed the door 
as quickly as she could, but a robe that was hanging on the back caught 
in the opening, and Adam was there before she could get it closed and 
locked.

He pulled his wife by the hand, with such strength that she came flying 
out of the bathroom. Taking advantage of this momentum Adam threw her 
bodily upon the bed.

"I'll show you!" he said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah?" Helen was defiant still, unable to believe what was happening 
between her and her husband. Perhaps Stan was right, perhaps a new 
approach, was all that was needed. Perhaps this was it? Flushed and 
excited, Helen continued to provoke Adam even as he hiked up her dress 
unceremoniously. "Some rapist you'd make! Hah!" she gasped, panting 
from the exertion of rolling against him and struggling in a half-
hearted attempt to get away.

Goddamn! she was treating him worse than an animal, talking to him like 
that. He'd show her a thing or two! With a growl Adam yanked off the 
sheer panties that covered her loins. If only he could tell her the 
things he'd already done, the experiments, the advances he was making 
for mankind! And womankind! Of all times for her to question his 
virility! His manhood! He stood staring down at the nakedly revealed 
split of his wife's blonde pussy. Helen lay completely still now, 
hardly daring to breathe. She was painfully aware of her husband's 
lascivious stares at her near naked body and wished that she hadn't 
started all this, despite the fact that he was obviously interested in 
her sexually. But he seemed so strange that for the first time Helen 
felt really frightened of him.

She looked at him, lifting her head up a little from the bed and became 
aware of the bulge which was growing up between her husband's legs as 
he knelt on the mattress before her. She stared at it fascinated and 
even while she was staring, Adam's hand pulled down on the zipper of 
his pants. The thick length of his hardening penis leaped into view, 
the head smooth and glistening, the length of it sinewy and throbbing.

"Like it? Want it?" he leered down at her, waving its length up and 
down obscenely.

"Adam!" Despite herself, Helen was profoundly shocked by her husband's 
behavior. She'd never seen him do anything like this. Never! It was a 
far cry from the love-making she desired, from the tender arms holding 
her, wringing pleasure from the tender depths of her soul.

The disturbed scientist's wife wanted to, indeed tried to look away, 
but somehow her eyes were magnetically glued to the virilely throbbing 
instrument in front of her, and she found herself shivering in lewd 
anticipation.

Calmer now that he knew what he was going to do, Adam began to strip 
off his clothes. He was thinking of the next day's experiment, if 
someone showed up from the ads he'd placed. It was all planned out, but 
this way he'd get a little advance information. "Damn you, Helen!" he 
grunted, "I don't want to do this, but you force me to!"

"Force you to what? What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy?" 
Helen was alarmed by her husband's words, beginning to feel distinctly 
vulnerable and foolish for having gotten herself into such a 
predicament with her normally innocuous husband.

Adam then reached down and, tangling his fingers in his wife's long 
blonde hair, pulled until she was forced to turn her head, and 
eventually her whole body. Then he pulled her hips upward towards him 
into a kneeling position so that Helen was unable to do anything other 
than balance herself on her elbows, with her naked buttocks waving lewd 
and helpless in the air. She tried to struggle but the tight grip her 
husband maintained on her hair caused her such pain that she confined 
her resistance to heart-felt moans.

"Quit whining, you! You brought this on yourself. But at least it's all 
for science!"

Then kneeling up behind her, he flicked his hand, further bunching her 
wool dress up around her hips so that it would be out of the way. Adam 
once more regarded the smooth naked ass-cheeks that were mercilessly 
exposed to him.

With painful slowness, the professor spread apart the quivering cheeks 
of her ass. Helen desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his 
grasp, but her husband dug his fingers into her buttocks, his nails 
scraping the tender flesh, holding her in place.

Helen began to sob softly. It was no use! She knew that she could 
scream her lungs out and still her determined husband would not release 
her until he was ready. Somehow it felt as though this moment had been 
predestined, that her whole life had been leading up to this dreadful 
second of time when her husband would turn into a madman and humiliate 
her so profoundly that she would never get over it. Her life was in a 
shambles. She'd made a muddle of everything. Hadn't she known all along 
that she would? Hadn't her own mother once said as much to her once, 
long long ago? Psychologically, the distressed woman felt absolutely 
helpless, his to be used as he wished.

Adam ran his hand up the inside of his wife's sleek-fleshed thigh, all 
the way up to the softly curling tendrils covering her vagina. His hand 
grazed her silken pussy hair and he felt his angrily throbbing cock 
give an excited lurch. He wanted to subjugate her now, to hurt her the 
way she'd just hurt him, to make her see that he was a man, an 
important man! Just when he needed the most support at home, here she 
was undermining him, drawing his attention from his work. It wouldn't 
do. It just wouldn't do at all.

A shiver of excitement coursed through him as he saw for the first time 
in their marriage the tight puckered ring of Helen's anus as it nestled 
teasingly down between the milk-white loaves of her flesh. He sucked in 
his breath as he saw it clench and contract in fear under his gaze, the 
dark ring of flesh flexing-unflexing in a most enticing manner. 
Experimentally, the scientist probed his outstretched middle finger at 
it, feeling his wife cringe under his touch.

"You'll have to spread them wider than that!" he snarled, and Helen 
moaned again. She didn't know what Adam wanted from her and was afraid 
of what he might do. His thumbs were pressuring her nakedly quivering 
buttocks even further apart when suddenly his tongue snaked down and 
traced along the soft yielding crevice, and then it was wetly probing 
at the exposed anal orifice, darting and teasing at it unmercifully.

Helen had never in her life experienced such an obscene thing, and the 
fact that her normally staid husband was performing such an act only 
served to frighten her all the more.

She groaned helplessly down onto the bed, feeling the wetness back 
there. The over wetness that was lewd to the extreme as it coated her 
hidden flesh with a slippery coating of his saliva.

There was a motion on the bed behind her, and she realized that Adam 
was rising up behind her. The captured housewife cringed and jerked 
uncontrollably as she felt the hotly throbbing length of his bloated 
penis press into the middle of her widespread anal crevice She could 
feel the unrelenting hardness of the tip pressing against her 
defenseless little anus, and then Adam's strained and unfamiliar 
sounding voice reached her, filling her with even more dread. "Let's 
see if you like it back there!" he announced, almost as if he were 
talking to himself.

"No-no!" she sobbed piteously. Oh God! He was depraved, holding her 
like this, saying such awful things. She wouldn't, couldn't, give in to 
him!

Already her fearfully cringing rectum felt as if it were on fire as 
Adam began to grind the bulbous tip of his lustfully engorged penis 
into the tight entranceway. Even though Helen tried to block out the 
very thought of it, she knew that he was going to try to put his long 
hard thickness up into her rectum, to take her anally. The thought of 
her husband perpetrating this inhuman, perverted act upon her brought 
shame and loathing to every portion of the subserviently kneeling young 
blonde's being. In her most secret thoughts she could never imagine 
such a thing happening to anyone, let alone her! Yet here it was 
happening!

Here she was kneeling like a captive slave in front of him, and his 
obscenely swollen cock was still prodding at her? worming upward into 
her painfully stretched rectal channel, trying to split her wide apart! 
Vainly, Helen clung to the last bit of hope she had. That perhaps her 
husband would come to his senses and realize what he was doing.

"Please! Please? I didn't mean it, Adam! I swear I didn't mean it. It's 
just that I get so lonely. I can't stand not having you as a husband!"

But it was too late, and the terrified wife knew it. Without even 
bothering to answer her, Adam looked down angrily at his wife's tightly 
resisting, virginal anus.

Christ, her asshole is tight! But it's good on my cock like that, 
squeezing and twisting. What's it going to feel like once I get it up 
all the way inside?

Grunting, the scientist lurched forward with renewed strength and felt 
her futilely straining rectal orifice popping slightly and then giving 
way to the inward motion of his swollen cock-head.

"Aaaaaaah NONONONO!" Helen cried, flailing herself from side to side 
trying to escape this barbaric invasion.

"Oh, Adam stop, Oh God, I can't stand it!" forward, pushing her tightly 
resisting nether flesh before him with the lust-hardened shaft of his 
penis.

Helen was engulfed in a shattering, soul-warping agony, which built up 
and up to a horrid crescendo as her angry husband continued to worm his 
thick rigid cock forward inch by inch creating a torturous path into 
the depths of her bowels.

"Uununuunnnnnnnnn!" Helen sobbed as she felt the rock-hard shaft of her 
husband's sodomizing penis sink to the last centimeter in her tightly 
clenching anus. Then he held it there, embedded deeply up inside her 
for a long moment. Helen's sensitive rectal passage could feel its 
surface pulsing unnaturally, stretching the throbbing walls beyond 
their normal limits. Then he began to fuck slowly in and out of her, 
each sodomizing thrust widening the already strained channel of her 
rectum.

Adam moaned through clenched teeth, happy at the steady whine for mercy 
that came from his helplessly kneeling wife's lips, glad of the pain he 
was so obviously causing her. Glad without knowing why he was so glad! 
He could feel a turmoil in his sperm-laden testicles and his massively 
pulsating hardness felt near to bursting.

She'll think twice now before tangling with me! he thought, confusedly 
as he viciously fucked in and out of Helen's wide-stretched anus. The 
middle aged scientist's breath was short and ragged, and he knew he 
couldn't keep up the savage pace much longer.

Dear God, please let it soon be over! Helen prayed. The pain had 
finally somehow stabilized into an overall ache that she was sure would 
never leave her, compounded by the fact that Helen knew that she was 
living the most horrifying moments of her life thus far. She saw 
herself as a young and innocent little girl, and then as a romantic 
lovely teenager, then the starry-eyed young woman who had married Adam 
Randolph, visualizing a life filled with honors and quiet 
satisfactions. None of these things was true. Nothing she had thought 
about the world had fumed out to be so!

Shame and mortification clouded her brain. How could she ever hold her 
head up again after this bestial anal rape? It was with nothing but 
loathing and revulsion for both of them that she endured the rest of 
it.

Moaning, Helen felt sick with shame as she felt her husband's fleshy 
cock fucking faster and faster into her, his loins flattening harshly 
against her nakedly upthrust buttocks with each slamming stroke.

Suddenly, Adam stiffened and groaned out, "Aaaaah I'm cummmming! Oh 
your ass! Your beautiful ass. Oh, I'mmmmm cumming!" and he was pumping 
his hot cascading sperm deep into her defensively clasping back 
passage, sweeping her thighs wider apart as he crushed his loins up 
against her one last time, ejaculating the last of his heated semen 
even deeper than before into her impossibly widened anus. Finally, Adam 
slipped down in a semi-swoon upon her as Helen lay stunned beneath him.

"1'11 get even with you! I'll get even!" she muttered under her breath, 
feeling a shame and anger that was unequaled in her memory.

 "You'll pay, you rotten son of a bitch!"



Chapter 5


It was six o'clock the following evening when Adam heard a brief ring 
at the lab door. He hurried to answer it for fear that whoever it was 
would change their mind and go away again, the ring was so timid. After 
unlocking all the locks he was surprised to discover a young woman with 
such a prim look about her that he couldn't imagine that she had 
actually answered one of the ads he'd placed.

"Yes?" he said carefully. She was probably a student who'd made a 
mistake in the apartment number of one of her friends.

"Uh, I saw your ad," the young dark-haired girl commenced.

"Oh, yes! Please do come in!" Adam was formal as he ushered the neatly 
dressed girl into the apartment. Which ad? he was wondering to himself. 
But the nervous looking girl searched in her pocket-book and brought 
out a slip of paper which proved to be his ad.


Serious scientist seeks young women interested in furthering 
researches. Small remuneration in return for linguistic efforts. Apply 
between 6 and 8PM. 933 West 119th Street. Apt 24.


Adam rubbed his hands nervously. "Ah, yes," he said. "Please come in 
and we will begin. The girl followed him down the hall to the living 
room. The professor waved toward the bed and suggested she sit down. 
"I'll be right back. Must get some instruments first."

The girl looked around her curiously and then sat down, placing her 
handbag on the floor beside her. From the other room Adam watched her 
with interest, and then he spoke into the microphone. "Before I return, 
I would like to ask you a few questions. Your answers, of course, will 
be confidential. Would you mind?"

The girl looked startled and then glanced all around her looking for 
the hidden speaker that was transmitting Dr. Randolph's voice to her.

"No, no, I don't mind," she said simply.

"Tell me about your linguistic abilities," Randolph said.

"I uh ... well what do you want to know?"

"How they began perhaps," Adam coaxed.

"I used to suck my little brother all the time. That is until mother 
caught us. After that I just looked for people to suck all the time."

Adam carefully recorded the information he was seeking while gathering 
together the equipment he needed for the experiment. When he went back 
into the other room at last, the young girl was still talking for the 
"record".

"Just thinking about it gets me excited," she said in a voice that 
indicated a good solid family background. When she looked up and saw 
Dr. Randolph returning too the room, the young girl licked her lips 
with anticipation.

"Let me just attach these electrodes first," Adam said, his hands 
trembling. He, himself, could hardly wait. What a find! This girl was 
the perfect subject for this portion of the experiment.

"They hurt in the least," he said, as he taped little recording devices 
to the girl's neck and wrists. The subject couldn't be much more than 
nineteen or twenty years old, Adam thought as he made sure the 
instruments were in working order. She was pretty, but so 
expressionless, that Adam wondered how she managed to get through life. 
Even her most intimate revelations were revealed in the same dull-toned 
voice, the same proper pronunciation. A curious case! Yet she was 
nicely built, from what Adam could see of her, well dressed, if a bit 
somberly, with good legs which she held tightly closed and pressed 
together. The girl's big brown eyes were dull and listless as she 
allowed Adam to complete his adjustments.

It was only as the scientist stood before her, undoing the buttons of 
his white coat, that the girl began to show a little interest. Even 
though she was "wired", Adam had made the attachments so that his 
subject would have the utmost freedom of movement. He would have the 
benefit of knowing exactly what her bodily changes were as she 
progressed in the experiment.

He released the bloated hardness of his fully exposed penis, noting 
that the girl's eyes opened wide in anticipation.

"Shall we continue?" he asked pleasantly, observing her minutest 
reactions.

"God, yes!" she said, reaching forward and pulling the older man toward 
her until his nakedly throbbing cock was directly in front of her face.

"I want to suck it!" she whispered hoarsely, so softly that she might 
not have spoken at all.

"Then suck it!" Adam said, placing his hands on the completely clothed 
girl's shoulders and pulling her further toward his heavy-veined penis.

"Yum!" said the girl. And Adam noticed how pretty she had become, her 
entire aspect was changed just by the sight of his long, thick penis. 
Now she was lively, animated, her eyes sparkled with unabashed 
excitement.

Adam shuddered as he felt the girls fingers closing around the pulsing 
hardness of his fully erected penis. As he looked down the university 
professor could see the girl as she began to rub the wetly lubricated 
tip with her thumb and forefinger, and then enchantingly she moved the 
swollen cock-head until it touched her lips. Then with a sudden gasp 
her mouth opened wide. Instantly, unable to control himself a second 
longer, Adam flicked his hips forward, sliding the full length of his 
blood-filled penis deep within the confines of the young stranger's 
wetly availed lips. Adam could feel the heated saliva of her oral 
cavity closing around his pulsing hardness as he tangled his fingers 
into her hair and held on as she began a gentle sucking motion.

"Ah, yes, ooooh oh---YES, Aaaaa Mmmmmmm!" the middle aged man murmured, 
as the young girl's lips willingly hollowed and expanded with each 
stroke he made into her tightly compressed mouth. Tiny ridges of soft 
pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovalled lips each time he 
drew back, and Adam couldn't help enjoying the sight of the "subject" 
as she happily slavered over his raging hardness.

Passion mounted in his loins as the professor's thoughts wandered. 
Automatically he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite 
drawing his hardened thickness all the way out, but leaving the tip 
just inside the warm moisture of the brunette's wide-stretched mouth.

But he was thinking of Helen and how she had responded to his punishing 
treatment. He'd never in their life together done such a thing to her, 
or to any other woman before for that matter. Interesting how Helen 
had---at one point---almost seemed to like it. Interesting, too, that 
she had been gone the following morning when the alarm clock buzzer 
woke him up. Where could she have gone to anyway. Probably off seeing 
that crazy psychiatrist of hers!

What a waste of time and money! Christ, why didn't I ever get Helen to 
suck me off like this? It just had never happened, that's all. In the 
early days they'd made love all right, and a great deal too, but always 
she same way. It had just never occurred to him that they might do 
anything else. Interesting!

Adam groaned as he thrust his loins far forward into the warm buttery 
mouth that was eagerly accepting his cock. It was far, far better than 
he had imagined it would be. The girl was, without a doubt, talented! 
Her glimmering dark-eyes were alternately wide open and fixed on his 
entering penis, or closed in delight as she sucked hungrily, his rock-
hard penis. Adam knew that her physiological reactions were being 
meticulously recorded by his devices, and that later he would be able 
to set the record straight as to his own feelings. In a way he was free 
then to luxuriate in the astounding pleasure that this young girl was 
giving him. He sighed ecstatically now as the girl he'd never seen 
before in his life licked his massively swollen cock with a slow almost 
tickling motion, running the length of his sturdily throbbing penis and 
back again, then moving down to lap at the soft flaccid skin of his 
desire-tautened testicles. Shudders raced up and down the scientist's 
spine as he felt his manhood more alive than ever! How could his wife 
have ever doubted his capacity? How could she dare to think that he was 
"over the hill" where such matters were concerned? He bet her backside 
hurt enough today to remind her that he was still virile!

"OH God!" he gasped, burying his hands deeper in the thick mane of the 
girl's dark hair which now hung down like a veil around her face. She 
smiled at this heartfelt compliment and then brought her mouth down 
again over the burgeoning head of the professor's lustfully aroused 
penis, enclosing its thick circumference completely within her velvety 
mouth.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Adam Randolph moaned, giving himself over completely to 
the excruciating sensations which engulfed him as the excited girl 
caressed the imprisoned head with her tongue, flicking with the tip at 
the tiny opening at the top. She continued to greedily suck and lick 
his impossibly swollen member while, with one hand, she massaged the 
soft wrinkled sac of his balls while she stroked and rubbed the base of 
his penis with the other. Then she really settled down to business! The 
agitated girl released the now bulbous head of the professor's blood-
engorged masculinity from her mouth and easily lowered her working 
tongue to his balls again. With a deft almost artistic motion, she used 
the flat of her tongue to coat the sperm-bloated testicles with her 
warm saliva, increasing the riotous sensations that were already going 
on there.

Adam planted his feet wide apart to maintain his balance as the heady 
sensations engulfed him. Christ what a tongue! He could see the top of 
the orally oriented girl's head as she bent lovingly over his thickly 
heated shaft. Then her tongue swirled once more around the protuberant 
column of rigid flesh, and she began to suck on it with renewed 
strength. She slid her availed lips down the full glistening length of 
it until the spongy head grazed her tonsils and then her mouth 
slithered up his heated hardness again, stopping just under the smooth 
rubbery head.

Flurries of steaming impatience were gathering inside his belly, and 
the lewd revelation that he was being sucked under such controlled 
circumstances added to his growing passion.

"Oh keep on, keep on!" he groaned, feeling uncontrollable, undeniable 
surges of fiery warmth sweeping him along on the road to final ecstasy. 
It occurred to the dedicated scientist that almost any man would want 
to be in his place. Definitely, sucking in his book was as good as, if 
not better than fucking! The muscles of his stomach had tightened until 
he thought they might snap under the pressure, and now the middle-aged 
man worked his lips silently uttering inaudible exhortations to suck 
harder.

Then, suddenly, he gasped!

The moment had arrived and it corresponded with the lewd moaning that 
was coming from the girl's throat. He could feel his pent-up sperm 
beginning its wild race from the sanctuary of his cum-filled testicles 
heading toward the tip of his penis. They both moaned in lewd delight 
as heated streams of his semen ejaculated into the wildly sucking 
girl's open mouth. Adam's hands tangled cruelly in her dark hair, 
holding her head down to his climaxing loins as he rammed his madly 
jerking cock almost all the way down her greedily accepting throat.

The girl with the oral fixation went on sucking voraciously as he 
emptied all his white-hot sperm into her greedy little mouth. And then, 
after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, Dr. Randolph softly moaned 
his last and grunted finally as the last drops from his battered penis 
dribbled into the beautiful young creature's willingly gulping throat.

"Christ, she's sucked me dry!" Adam announced for the benefit of his 
tape recorder, for he felt as though he had never been so fulfilled in 
all his life. His insides felt sapped, drained of all life, and yet a 
fierce eager tingling still inhabited his throbbing loins.

Abruptly he could feel the young stranger withdrawing. Cold air struck 
his sensitively pulsing cock and he was startled to look around him and 
see that he was still in the sparsely furnished living room of his 
"laboratory". He had never really forgotten where he was, but until 
this moment, all awareness of his surroundings had been on a purely 
minimal level.

"The dark-haired girl looked up at Adam, a crazed expression in her 
eyes. "More? she said. "More!"

"Uh ... right now?" Adam asked.

"Yes!"

The girl made a new attempt to gather up the professor's rapidly 
deflating penis, licking her lips with a lewd hunger all the while.

Adam backed away and offered a compromise. "You stay right here, and 
I'll get you as much as you want.

"Oh yes, more cock," the girl muttered, dazedly as though she were an 
addict who needed a fix.

With this promise, the professor slipped out of the room and hurried to 
the door. Downstairs at the fraternity apartment he knew there would be 
at least three or four young men who would be more than willing to 
satisfy his subject's odd craving.

Within two minutes there were five eager, but somewhat doubtful, studs 
trooping into the laboratory. Adam had very carefully refrained from 
telling them too much about his experiment in advance, but he was 
pleased to note from his vantage point in the next room that the girl 
rapidly clued them in, and the boys were all too willing to accommodate 
her, no questions asked.

Could one girl do it? Adam was curious to see just how she would go 
about it. But instead of doing them one at a time as he had 
anticipated, he was astounded to see that the young brunette turned 
into a real director and ordered them all to whip out their pulsating 
flesh. Then she inspected the boys' penises, apparently examining them 
to see their length and thickness and comparative degree of hardness.

"You there, you there, and you here. Now you over here, and you back 
there!" she announced firmly. God, what a general she'd make, Adam 
thought.

After having grouped the broadly smiling young men around her in the 
middle of the room, she got down on her knees and began to suck them 
all, whirling around on her knees as though she might have done this 
before, even though she hadn't mentioned it in the brief history she'd 
given to Adam prior to the experiment.

"Hey what's your name, babe?" one of the young men asked, and the girl 
answered as she left his wetly glistening penis to go on to the next. 
"Sherry!" she replied, and then hastily took the next closest cock into 
her voraciously sucking mouth.

While Sherry was busily gratifying the five college students the bell 
rang again, and Adam hastened to answer while leaving all his recording 
instruments in action.

A tall woman who appeared to be in her early forties stood defiantly at 
the door. Almost angrily, she thrust her hand into her pocket-book 
which was a enormous sac shape and brought out the entire newspaper in 
which she had found Adam's other ad. It was already nine o'clock by 
now, and Adam realized that she had come in response to the ad which 
read:


Serials researches being done on postural positions. Assistant required 
to further scientific explorations. Apply between 9 and 11PM. 933 West 
119th Street, Apt 24.


Even though Adam had already made certain notations after his extensive 
anal interlude with his wife the night before, he was in need of 
further statistics, and ushered the woman in. Sherry would be finished 
shortly with the five college students, and then this new subject could 
be tested.

"Come right in, won't you?" Adam said politely. "There'll be a short 
wait and then we can get down to specifics. Meanwhile, won't you sit 
down in here?" He opened the door to the kitchen and the woman, who was 
almost six feet tall with a rather imposing manner, entered and sat on 
one of the chairs.

"I hope it won't take long," she said. "I haven't got all night!"

"Oh, no, it won't take long at all," Adam assured her. Already the 
middle-aged scientist could feel his penis thickening in anticipation. 
If there was anyone who needed to be fucked up the ass, this 
overpowering lady did. He was going to enjoy it immensely.

And he did!



Chapter 6


"You were right, Stan. You were right all along!"

"Well, I'm not so sure it's such a clear-cut question of right or 
wrong!" The psychiatrist sat comfortably in his chair while his 
patient, Helen Randolph, lay extended on the couch beside him.

"Can you imagine him doing such a thing to me?" she asked.

"Well ... "

"I'm through! I tell you I'm through with him. Through waiting for him 
to treat me like a human being. Why I can hardly sit down!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find myself a man. Just like you told me to do!"

"Now Helen, that's not what I told you to do. I just said that there 
are options. That you must not think of yourself as trapped. That other 
women seem to solve their sexual problems by an extra-marital affair. 
That sometimes this very affair is what changes the chemistry between 
man and wife, making them mysteriously more computable, more 
compassionate. More patient."

"Oh, shut up! What it boils down to is that I'm going out to get laid."

"If you want to put it that way." Stan was thinking that Helen's anger 
was a good thing, her belligerence was finally going to bring her to a 
point of real action which-whether right or wrong-would take her to a 
new point in her problem and give her a new point of view.

"I'm sick of taking these lousy birth control pills for nothing!" Helen 
declared. "It's depressing, to say the least!"

Stan was silent. He wondered what his wife was going to fix for dinner 
that night, wondered how she would like getting it up the ass. What 
would it do to change their relationship? She would probably guess that 
the idea had come to him through one of his female patients and they 
would have a jealous scene. Oh well. Helen Randolph was still talking. 
The 50 minutes was almost up, thank God. He was very tempted to screw 
her himself. She was a good-looking woman, no doubt about that, and it 
wouldn't be the first time he'd done such a thing. She'd certainly 
hinted as much to him any number of times.

But Stan was certain that such an act would ruin his relationship with 
Mrs. Randolph. There were times when he had been able to have sexual 
relations with a patient without it sending either one of them off the 
deep end, but with Helen, he was sure that it would be a fiasco for a 
number of reasons. One: he himself was too attracted to her. Two: she 
was far too hysterical a type. Three: she would form an attachment to 
him that might take years to break, whereas if she were to have an 
affair with someone else, he could help her through its beginning, 
middle, and end.

"Are you listening to me?" Helen demanded.

"Of course I'm listening. But I see that time's up for today," Stan 
said, smiling and standing up.

"Next time I see you, I'll no longer be a virgin!" Helen said, her eyes 
still betraying the anger she felt at her husband's harsh anal rape of 
the night before.

"Have a good time. That's the main thing," Stan said, giving Helen a 
friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry, I will!" As she left the psychiatrist's office, she was 
grateful for what she considered his blessings in what she was about to 
do. Even though she hadn't told him the details of her plan, she'd been 
thinking of it for some time. Ever since Stan, himself, had shown her 
one of those filthy hippie newspapers. She'd been profoundly shocked 
when she'd seen just what kind of things were going on in the world, 
more or less openly. And her analyst had intended her to know that 
there were other life-styles, other ways of sexuality. Now, however, 
the beautiful blonde wife was planning on putting the paper to good 
use. She was going to answer one of the ads.

When she got back home, Helen mixed herself a drink right away. The 
disturbed wife was discovering just how comforting the soothing alcohol 
could be ... in the absence of any other pleasures that she could find 
in her own home. Holding the colorful Bloody Mary in her hand, she sat 
down on the bed in her room near the telephone. Once more she brought 
out the underground newspaper and turned it to the page that had 
interested her. The blonde woman scanned until she reached the small ad 
again, and then her heart started thumping, for it read:


Attractive bachelor, 37 years old, wishes to meet charming ladies for 
mutual pleasure. Experienced in pleasing. Knowledge of French, gourmet, 
interested in the arts. Call 324-8886 evenings.


It sounded so perfect. So very perfect! And besides, just calling 
wouldn't do any harm, would it? If he sounded just awful, all she had 
to do was hang up. Right? Still, just the idea of really calling that 
number gave her the shakes. She paced up and down in her room, changed 
into a flowing robe and continued to pace, imagining what the 
conversation would be like when she called later on. She didn't dare to 
really imagine an actual meeting, yet secretly she hoped that this 
would be the result of the conversation. As her courage failed her, 
Helen thought. Why this is ridiculous! I couldn't possibly do such a 
thing! Then at other moments she would think, Why not? Why shouldn't l? 
Others do it! And besides, I'll get back at Adam if it's the last thing 
that I do!

Finally, her courage increased by three more Bloody Marys, Helen at 
last went to the telephone. With a trembling finger, she dialed the 
number in the advertisement, holding her breath as she listened to the 
connections being made. There was the familiar clicking, and then a 
pause and finally the ring. It was ringing! Panic-stricken, Helen was 
about to hang up when someone answered.

"Hello!" The deep melodic tones of a masculine voice replied.

Suddenly all the ingrained social instincts in the nervous blonde took 
over, and it was no longer a question of hanging up.

"Uh ... Hello. I ... uh ..."

"Are you answering my ad?"

He really sounded all right. Not like a mad rapist or anything at 
least! In fact, his voice was rather pleasant.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." Helen didn't quite know where to go 
from there. But the man took over.

"My name is Andre, Andre Dupres. What's yours?"

"Uh ... Helen ... Helen Lyons!" Lyons was her maiden name, so she 
wasn't actually lying. Suddenly the scientist's wife felt a thrill of 
adventure. It was like being young again. Truly young, when everything 
was an adventure. In those days, she would do nothing but talk with her 
girlfriends about boys, wondering what they were really like and full 
of hopes and dreams of what they might be like!

"Nice name," the unknown man was saying. "And pretty voice. I'll bet a 
pretty face goes with it!"

"Well, I ..."

"Don't be modest."

"I wasn't being ..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sure you're perfect just the way you are! Would 
you like me to tell you a bit about myself?"

For some reason Helen found herself feeling that she was perfect. Why 
not, after all. Here was someone who didn't know her, had not had time 
to assess all her faults, her little idiosyncrasies. Someone for whom 
she just might be perfect! The confused but oddly excited housewife 
found herself listening with rapt attention to Andre's life story, and 
by the time he had finished, she truly felt that she knew him, or at 
least that she knew him well enough so that she felt comparatively safe 
in meeting him, as he suggested at a coffee shop in Greenwich Village 
not far from his apartment on Houston Street.

Helen hung up and realized that she was trembling from head to foot. 
She had only told the man her name and the color of her hair and eyes. 
She had said she would be wearing her red coat, brown boots and gloves. 
The blonde housewife jumped up and squealed with joy. She was free! 
Young again. She was having an adventure!

*  *  *

Helen took a taxi. It wasn't all that far, and she probably could have 
taken the bus. She made it a point never ever to take the subway. It 
was far too depressing, not to mention dangerous, being underground, 
unable to see the light of day, or in this case, the dark of night. The 
taxi was warm for the weather was turning quite cold. The driver was 
pleasant in that he didn't speak to her at all. With a great sense of 
expectancy, the blonde wife looked out the window at the passing New 
York night life, the neon signs flashing, the people. As the cab 
reached the Village, Helen looked attentively at the dating couples, 
the kids walking arm in arm, arms around waists. It was like another 
world to her, and she suddenly wanted to be part of it. She looked for 
women of her age, perhaps her middle class background, and found many. 
By the time she stepped out of the cab after tipping the driver 
lavishly, as thought it would bring her good luck, Helen felt as though 
she had completely left behind her the restrictions and problems that 
her husband represented. It was a good feeling.

Heart pounding, the voluptuous, love-starved blonde adjusted her hair 
nervously as she approached the Pussy Cat Cafe. She peered inside the 
steamy pane glass window before entering. There at a corner table she 
saw the man she was certain was Andre. She caught her breath. Could 
that be he? He wasn't too bad looking, rather distinguished, fortyish, 
balding, reading the Village Voice as he'd said he would be. He looked 
completely safe! That was the main thing.

She entered the cafe and immediately the man at the corner table looked 
her way. He smiled broadly, and she smiled nervously back. Then she 
made her way to his table. They sat having coffee and brandy for some 
while discussing music, the theater, movies, and Helen was impressed at 
how well-informed Andre was. When he suggested that they go to his 
apartment around the corner to watch a special program on the Arts on 
the educational television channel, Helen thought it would be nice to 
go. After all, she was an adult. She could take care of herself. 
Willingly, and feeling very daring indeed, Helen went along with the 
handsome Frenchman. She was a trifle embarrassed at finding that he was 
slightly shorter than she was when he stood up. But he amicably took 
her hand and placed it on his arm as they walked the short distance to 
his apartment building.

Helen walked along with the near stranger, thinking how polite he was, 
perhaps it was his European background, for he was half-French 
apparently and had lived in the south of France for many years. She was 
also wondering what she would say if she suddenly ran into someone she 
knew, or her husband, What was that creep doing now anyway, she 
wondered. No doubt he had not even come home yet, even though it was 
well past nine-thirty at night.

Andre's apartment was on the third floor. A walk-up, and Helen was 
frankly disturbed by the sinister aspect of the building itself, but 
her new boyfriend seemed to be trying his best to reassure her. When 
they reached his apartment and he opened the door for her, she was 
pleasantly surprised to see that the apartment itself was tastefully 
furnished, with wall-to-wall carpeting, thick gray drapes, burgundy 
painted walls, and soft pillows that were strewn about in lieu of a 
sofa. Various items of sculpture were placed advantageously in the one-
room apartment, and crowded bookshelves indicated that Andre was a 
reader. The television set was brought out from one corner, and the 
Frenchman turned it on before going to mix a couple of drinks in the 
tiny kitchenette that opened up like shutters on one side of the room.

Andre encouraged the attractive blonde housewife to take off her boots 
and relax her feet, and after a moment's hesitation she did so. Then 
she reclined against a big pillow and sipped her brandy and water while 
looking at the opening sequences of the program.

But to her amazement when Andre came and sat down beside her, Helen 
immediately found herself being caught up in the stranger's arms. She 
protested, turning her head away when he tried to kiss her, and 
thinking, Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?

"Don't fight, relax!" he told her as they struggled together on the 
rug. "Relax! You'll like it,"

"Oh no ... no ... I thought we were going to ..." But Andre's mouth had 
found hers. He was half-lying on top of her, using his weight to hold 
her still enough to execute the kiss. Helen, in spite of her fears, 
found herself responding to the stranger's passionate kiss.

Isn't this what you came for? Isn't this what you came for? a voice 
resounded in her head in time with the wild beating of her blood at the 
pressure points of her temples. At the same time, the pretty blonde 
wife could feel her man-hungry body, so long deprived of a romantic 
reaction, responding with a lewd impatience to the stranger's touches.

And then she was letting his hands run along the ripely heaving 
contours of her breasts, stopping to play at the spot where the nipples 
protruded, tweaking them rhythmically through the soft wool of her 
dress.

Andre moved swiftly to cover her clothed body with his, the hardness of 
his thickening cock pushing into the flesh of the young wife's belly.

He kissed her wetly on the lips, forcing her mouth wide with his 
tongue, and then rhythmically sticking it in and out of her mouth until 
Helen realized that he was parodying the act of love with his 
thrustings between her lips.

"OH!" She was excited. Very excited! And the scientist's wife wanted 
nothing more than to love and be loved by this unknown person, this man 
whom she'd met through an advertisement in a filthy underground paper! 
Oh God, if her mother were alive, what would the old lady say if she 
knew! She'd hemorrhage for sure!

But Helen wanted it, wanted to be here in a handsome bachelor's 
apartment, wanted to be writhing obscenely on the rug this way! She was 
allowing him to leave her briefly, long enough to turn on a red light 
nearby that cast a soft deep shadow over them, seemingly the same color 
as the lust that the neglected wife had felt for so long. She lay now 
with her head on a pillow, her eyes closed in mute submission to 
whatever might happen next. Her ears seemed to be burning and every 
part of her being was filled with anticipation. Then to her 
overwhelming Joy, she felt her slender legs being slowly spread apart, 
and her breath came in ragged rushes as she felt her lacy panties being 
slowly drawn off. There remained her sheer silk stockings and the 
accompanying garter belt, but her seducer did not touch them. The 
center, her hair-trimmed pussy, blonde in color, was exposed in all its 
blushing glory, however, to Andre's lusting eyes.

The Frenchman could not restrain himself from kneeling rapidly in front 
of the golden-haired triangle of Helen's mouth-watering pussy. It was a 
beauty! He could almost tell in advance how it would taste! The shape 
of it, with the sparse, gently curling blonde hairs was consummately 
appealing to him, and he once more congratulated himself on being able 
to predict the delectability of a woman's succulent little cunt just by 
hearing her voice on the telephone.

He saw that Helen's eyes were closed and that she was offering herself 
to him with a fervor that was almost religious. The woman's inner 
passivity excited him even more. His face approached the pale silk of 
her cuntal mound, the secret "vee" of her pussy, and eagerly Andre 
flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling traces of pubic hair 
and penetrating the already wetly pulsating slit of the adulterous 
wife's naked cunt.

"Aaah!" Helen cried out, jerking a little at the unexpected thrill of 
the hotly searing contact. Andre held her legs spread wide apart and 
wormed his tongue slowly inward, making a sharp little spear-shape with 
it. It was soft and yet hard against Helen's sensitive cuntal flesh, 
and the seeping secret warmth of her excitedly aroused vagina 
surrounded Andre's protruding tongue.

"Ooooooooh! Oooh! AAAaaaah! Ah!" Helen cried. "Oooh!"

Completely ignoring the program dealing with piccolos and bassoons that 
unfolded on the television screen behind him, Andre savored her sexual 
flavor, rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of the narrow 
pulsing lips of her widely offered blonde cunt. He could feel the 
voluptuous woman's whole body jerking and quivering with each teasing 
stroke of his tongue up between her open thighs as he breathed deeply 
into the widespread cunt, letting the flat of his tongue brush again 
and again over the rising hardness of her tiny pulsating clitoris.

"I love to kiss it!" he muttered wetly into her ecstatically quivering 
cunt. "I love to suck it! Let me suck your cunt good!"

Helen moaned her complete assent. She had never felt anything so good 
in her life. No one had ever done this to her, although of course she 
knew about such things. This secret, forbidden encounter was fulfilling 
her wildest dreams about what such a thing could be like!

The soft trembling folds and crevices of her pussy responded willingly 
to the kneeling stranger's expert tonguing, and he could feel her 
getting wetter and wetter as she became more and more aroused. Now her 
well-manicured fingers reached down and tangled in the thinning strands 
of Andre's hair, tugging and pulling as the anguish of her desire 
mounted moment by moment. Andre continued to mouth the moist area of 
the daring wife's now hungrily-straining pussy, noisily forming a 
gentle sucking action by pursing his lips, and creating lewd wet sounds 
that rose to the burgundy-colored ceiling of his apartment. He licked 
at every inner morsel of her wetly willing pussy, enjoying his sensual 
task as he waited for her to reach completion by his mouth alone.

Andre could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard, patiently 
waiting for the same moment. His still hotly probing tongue worked 
steadily at the moistly clasping split before him, worming upward into 
the tight opening of Helen's vaginal slot, moving and slipping back and 
forth with a certain maddening persistence over her desire-swollen 
clitoris.

The sign that Andre had been waiting for came when suddenly Helen 
shuddered, her ravaged young cunt unable to stand another second of 
this sensually unrelenting attack. Her eyes opened briefly to take in 
the picture of Andre reverently on his knees before her, busily wagging 
his balding head obscenely back and forth down there between her 
eagerly spread legs. Then a low groan came from deep in the professor's 
wife's throat, and she began to screw her loins upward with outright 
wantonness, moving her hotly flooded cunt upward into his face.

"MMMmmmm, OOOOOOhh, AAAAN DDDDDRRRREEEEE!" she moaned loudly, over and 
over as little goose-pimples formed on the smooth surfaces of her soft 
skin. Beads of perspiration had already covered her glistening forehead 
and her hair was limp and damp around her head. This was far better 
than she'd hoped, far more thrilling, more satisfying! Her silk 
stocking-clad thighs strained and jerked as she locked her thighs 
upward and around Andre's shoulders, pulling his head and his hungrily 
nibbling mouth and tongue still closer to the inner turmoil that 
seethed deep in her wetly climaxing cunt.

Then she was wailing, "I'm cumming ... cummiinng! Lick my pussy. Ah ... 
ah? AAAAAHHHHH!"

The aroused young wife's shamelessly gyrating body thrashed crazily as 
her hips ground upward against his tongue and face, her throbbing young 
vaginal slit presenting all its innate softness, every fold and heated 
crevice to the ravenous sucking and licking. Each delicate ridge of 
Helen's nakedly presented pussy was melting into the stranger's mouth. 
The wetness and warmth of his lips combining to set the blonde's whole 
world to spinning, dazzling her with her tumultuous climax. A new 
rapture was building and building and finally bursting at once softly 
and forcefully seeping everywhere, transforming the dull normalcy of 
her existence into something completely special and uniquely hers.

Andre happily let his latest prize patsy vent all her lust upward into 
his face, grinding his hungry mouth tightly down onto her succulent 
cuntal flesh. Her second orgasm struck in wave after wave of rhapsodic 
lust.

"Oh never, never before, never, never!" Helen muttered over and over.

Simultaneously, Andre felt the swelling of his already full to bursting 
cock, and with one hand released the throbbing member from his pants, 
without once missing a stroke with his tongue at the hotly straining 
split of Helen's naked young pussy. His wildly excited penis quivered 
in the air, and Andre made two strokes downward with his clenched fist, 
exposing the hidden cock-head as his foreskin slid back.

As Helen all but inundated his face with her orgasmic juices, Andre 
came, his white-hot semen jetting forth in violent jerks until his 
passion was puddled on the rug like large pearls cast carelessly aside.



Chapter 7


Stan looked pleased at the transformation in his patient, and he openly 
admitted to himself that it was just plain old curiosity as opposed to 
professional interest that prompted him to have Helen describe the lewd 
events of the previous evening in detail.

"It felt pretty good huh?" he asked.

Helen was effusive. "Good wasn't the word for it!!

"Oh? What happened next?"

"Well, it was the funniest thing, Stan. He just rested a while 
afterward. You know, after I'd cum and all, and then he did it again!"

"Oh?" Stan the analyst raised his eyebrows

"And again."

"Oh, I see. He was uh, something of a specialist?"

"Yes, it was all he wanted to do. I ready didn't mind though, you know, 
somehow, I was less unfaithful that way!"

"I see!" Stan tried to visualize his pretty patient, lying fully 
clothed, except for her panties, on the bachelor's rug. She would have 
a trim blonde pussy, he figured, one that any man would like to luck! 
However, Stan was a little worried about Helen's reaction. She was far 
too elated about her defiant action, far too "up". After this period, 
Stan bet to himself that there would be a corresponding "low". He would 
be waiting for it when it came. This would be the moment when he would 
have the most to say to the pretty blonde scientist's wife. Wonder what 
that husband of hers is up to? he thought. What a shame that Adam 
Randolph wasn't enjoying the bountiful attributes of his wife. Maybe 
the old boy did have something on the side as Helen often mentioned. 
Maybe so, maybe not. Stan thought that probably it was a question of 
total lack of communication between husband and wife. He'd seen the 
same thing many, many times, and knew how easy it was to fall into the 
trap after several years of marriage. People tended to lose sight of 
the true personalities of the people they were married to; seeing them 
merely as symbols. Either symbols of their own lack of freedom, or 
other such false generalities.

He sighed loudly and thought of his own wife who was taking courses at 
the New School. She was his second wife, and Stan deplored the fact 
that just because he knew all these things, he was unable to put them 
to complete advantage in his own life.

"What's the matter with you? Aren't you happy for me?" Helen sat up and 
turned around to look at her analyst. "Or would you rather see me 
unhappy! Maybe you're thinking I won't be needing you anymore, huh? 
Maybe you're thinking you're going to lose all the money I keep pouring 
into you!"

"That seems rather unkind, Helen," Stan replied evenly. He was bored. 
They all usually got to this stage at one point or another. "Especially 
since you were just thanking me a moment ago and telling me that I was 
the one responsible for your great happiness. Your new freedom!"

"Oh!" Helen let herself fall back down to the couch. "I'm sorry, Stan. 
I just get confused sometimes. I guess you're right. I'm sorry."

"Well, time's up anyway," Stan said. Thank God, he was dying to take a 
leak. "See you in two weeks unless you have something special you want 
to talk to me about.

 "In two weeks?!!"

"Yes, don't you remember? I told you I was going away on a short 
vacation. Up to Vermont. Skiing!"

Helen looked thunder-struck. She'd completely forgotten that he'd 
mentioned this to her some time ago. How could he go away and leave 
her!? What right did he have to go away?

"Of course, you can always call my service. They'll know how to reach 
me in any emergency." I just know the crazy bitch s going to call! I 
just know she's going to have a crisis while we're up there!

Dr. Stanley Bederbeck guided his still stunned patient gently to the 
door. "You enjoy this new freedom of yours, Helen," he told her. "It's 
about time you have a little fun, don't you think?"

Maybe that would get her through his vacation, he thought. But somehow 
he knew it wouldn't really be enough. Helen had a lot to go through 
yet, before she would be truly free!

*  *  *

In celebration of her rebirth as a desirable female, Helen went right 
out and bought herself a new dress, new shoes and a new pocketbook. The 
shoes were a bright green. "Outrageous!" the shoe-clerk had said. "But 
terrific!"

"It's the now look!" the clerk added as Helen looked dubiously at the 
shoes which seemed to make her feet look twice as large as they already 
were. The ultra-high heel and the glistening green platform under the 
sole were, she decided, truly outrageous. Nevertheless, as a sigh of 
her new freedom, she bought them, knowing that her husband would hate 
them! So what! she said to herself. "I'll wear anything I choose!"

The dress was very much like a dress that Helen would have bought 
before, but it was much more daring in that it had an extremely low 
plunging neckline. This showed off the ample curves of her creamy white 
breasts however, and she was quite pleased when a male employee as the 
store whistled loudly at seeing her in it.

All in all, Helen felt like a totally new woman as, wearing her new 
outfit, she took the elevator downstairs and went to the super-market 
on the corner. The manager turned and looked at her with a definite 
leer before recognizing that she was Mrs. Adam Randolph. Helen felt as 
though she were walking on a cloud. Tomorrow she'd get her hair done a 
tone lighter too. Why not? She'd always wanted to. As she walked down 
the aisles that were stocked with food and grocery products, the elated 
wife smiled. She just couldn't help it. She pushed her cart in front of 
her in time to the piped in music that flooded the store with a false 
sense of well-being. Grocery boys doing the shelves paused in their 
work to watch her go by, and she could feel their approving glances. 
Bit by bit the attractive woman's shopping cart filled to the brim, and 
she could barely manage to push it to the check-out counter. She'd 
bought all the goodies she could possibly want for awhile, from frozen 
crepe suzettes, to frogs legs and Giant crab claws, Cornish game hens, 
a frozen pumpkin pie, two quarts of Breyers ice-cream, peach and 
chocolate her very favorite flavors. There wasn't anything that she'd 
put aside, saying she couldn't afford it, because obviously she could 
afford it, and even if she didn't happen to have enough money in her 
checking account, her revolving credit system would pay the overdraft. 
Life could be beautiful after all. She had only to enjoy, enjoy!

"Deliver please!" she said cheerfully, after writing out an approved 
check for $35.00. She received thirty-five cents change which she 
tossed into her new purse before heading out the door. She would go 
home and wait for the packages to arrive. Maybe she would even receive 
a telephone call from Andre! That would be nice. It would be lovely to 
take a cab downtown, wearing her new clothes, go to his apartment and 
have a drink, and then have him make wonderful oral love to her just 
the way he'd done before.

As she walked back to the nearby apartment building, Helen felt the 
familiar tingling in her loins, reminding her of the enjoyment she'd 
had with the handsome Frenchman. She could still feel his wetly licking 
tongue down there, tickling and nudging and making her cum again and 
again! In the elevator, Helen surreptitiously pressed her thighs 
together, feeling the increased sensations of her hotly aroused vagina 
and loving the idea of her own sensuality. She couldn't wait to snub 
her husband again tonight. The cold heartless bastard!

*  *  *

Adam Randolph considered himself a very patient man, but he was tired 
of waiting for the girl behind the underground newspaper's desk to get 
to him. He was placing another advertisement, and he realized that his 
actual presence at the office of the newspaper was something of a 
special event. "Usually no one ever comes!" the girl said, looking at 
him curiously. "Everyone does it by mail!"

"Well I haven't got time to do it by mail!" Adam snapped. "I'm doing 
important scientific researches!"

Adam grew furious as the girl stifled a snigger and gave him an order 
blank.

Trying to control himself, he wrote out the newest ads that would be 
necessary for his work, counted out the money and stormed out of the 
place. On the street once more, Adam pulled his coat around him and 
headed for the subway. It was one short stop to his house now, although 
he'd made a long trip down from the university. He was looking forward 
to getting home tonight for some reason. There was no one expected that 
evening at the "lab" so he was free comparatively early. Perhaps Helen 
would have some dinner ready.

The subway ride was as unpleasant as usual, no more or less so, but 
Adam had conditioned himself to the smells, the snarls, and the glowers 
of the other riders. He refused to pay the new high cab fares, even if 
the drivers were being more polite these days!

It would be good to see Helen again, the scientist thought as he gazed 
at his own blurred reflection in the window of the train. He was 
hanging by a strap, swaying back and forth in more or less the same 
rhythm as his fellow travelers. He hadn't seen Helen in days now. Well, 
he'd seen a lump in the living room sofa. But that was all. Helen 
refused to sleep in the same bed with him since he'd so brutally raped 
her anally several days before. He didn't blame her really, and yet 
there was something infuriating about the gesture. He wanted to force 
her to come back and sleep in the bed with him. Perhaps this evening 
they could discuss it. Perhaps tonight, he would even give her a taste 
of that romance she was always looking for.

Things were going well at the "lab". Adam felt more relaxed about the 
entire project now that it had gotten in full swing so to speak. His 
researches had given in invaluable information about the various 
reactions in human beings to sexual stimuli. He was sure that when his 
book was published, his true genius would be recognized by the world.

"Helen? Helen?" Adam called out as soon as he let himself into the 
apartment. There was no answer. He hung up his coat and hat and went 
straight to the kitchen. Usually he had something at the coffee shop 
where Susi worked, but now it was getting uncomfortable going in there. 
She was always pestering him to let her come by the lab. He'd given in 
once or twice and let her have a work-out on the machine in the 
afternoon between his classes. But as far as his research was 
concerned, he had no more to learn from Susi. Better to eat elsewhere 
for awhile or to eat at home.

Adam looked at the stove. Nothing at all cooking on it. Just the 
spotless white of the metal with the black grids. No good smell of soup 
or perhaps a roast. How long had it been, he wondered, since Helen had 
cooked him dinner? He supposed he couldn't really blame her, since he 
never came home at a decent eating hour. But somehow he did blame her! 
The scientist moved to the refrigerator and opened the door. There to 
his amazement' he saw that it was filled to overflowing with gourmet 
food items. The large freezer compartment was stuffed with things like 
frozen pizza, cream puffs, chocolate eclairs, Chinese spare-ribs, and 
spinach souffle. In the refrigerator itself was a hodge-podge of 
expensive meat cuts, out of season fruits and vegetables, milk and 
cream, red, white and rose wines as well as two bottles of imported 
champagne.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Adam had never seen so much food in the house. Usually 
he cautioned his wife against getting too much at a time since they 
weren't generally big eaters and he was often away anyway. She'd always 
shown good judgment about such matters before. But what had gotten into 
her now?

Puzzled, Adam closed the refrigerator door after taking out a 
Stouffer's frozen chicken in wine sauce. He turned on the oven and put 
the light aluminum package in. Then he went through all the rooms 
looking for his wife, but she was nowhere to be found. Returning to his 
study, Adam sat down to wait for the frozen dinner to be ready, and for 
Helen to return.

When finally he heard a click in the lock, Adam could feel a definite 
change in his attitude toward his wife. "Where has she been!" he 
wondered, perhaps for the first time.

He stood up from his desk and went out to the hall. Helen was trying to 
close the door behind her and was having difficulty due to her many 
packages. She had already put the flowers down on the hall table and 
was pushing the door dosed with her foot while clasping the bakery 
items and the magazines.

"Helen!"

Surprised, she looked up to see that her husband was standing watching 
her with a mixture of curiosity and something else she could not quite 
read.

"Yes?" the young wife said calmly, composing herself enough to remember 
just how she wanted to treat her husband. She busily gathered up the 
flowers and made her way into the living room with them. Then she took 
the bakery packages into the kitchen. She'd gotten some of that 
wonderful German butter cake, and some coconut cream pie.

Helen was aware of the fact that her husband was following her from 
room to room, and she tried to act as if she were completely unaware of 
his presence.

It wasn't until she had taken off the short little jacket that turned 
her new dress into a two-piece suit and had begun to arrange the tulips 
and roses she'd bought at the corner in vases that Adam hit the 
ceiling.

"WHAT IS THAT DRESS YOU'RE WEARING?" he screamed, noting that his 
wife's lushly swaying breasts almost fell out as she bent over a vase. 
"AND THOSE SHOES?" he was seeing them for the first time. "Good God, 
you look like something from outer space!" he cried, his face turning 
purplish with rage. "AND WHAT IS ALL THIS CRAP AROUND? ALL THAT JUNK IN 
THE ICE-BOX?"

"Refrigerator!" Helen correctly, coldly, even though she could feel her 
eyes beginning to mist up and her hands beginning to shake as she 
finished her arrangement of flowers. "Ice-box is so old fashioned!"

"HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY? What about the money? I'm not a millionaire you 
know!"

"I'm getting a job. I'll pay for everything myself," Helen said, her 
lower lip trembling. She left the living room hurriedly, and Adam 
followed close on her heels,

"Stop moving! Stop and talk to me!" he cried, waving his arms about.

"Why should I stop moving? Why should I talk to you when you never talk 
to me?" Helen said, tight-lipped. And she kept on moving, going to the 
dresser, sitting down, easing off her shoes, which caused her feet to 
ache a bit.

"All you do is hurt me!" she declared with a finality that left Adam 
speechless. Wordlessly, he turned and left the room. A smell of burning 
chicken filled the apartment. Furious with Helen and with himself, Adam 
rushed into the kitchen and turned off the stove. Then he got his coat 
and hat and stormed angrily out of the house.

All the way uptown on the subway, Adam thought about his wife's phrase, 
"All you do is hurt me ...!" But he couldn't say just why the accusing 
words made such an impact on him, why they made his normally ordered 
mind stop working and his heart start to beating wildly.

*  *  *

The pillow case was soaked with tears as Helen lifted her head. Her 
eyes were so swollen that she could hardly see. She rose and went to 
the bathroom to put a cold washcloth over them. Crying was making her 
sick inside. Adam had gone and would not be back that night, she knew. 
Guilt permeated her like the sick feeling of all that crying. The true 
proportions of her shameful actions came to her in a new light. She'd 
been unfaithful! She'd answered an ad and gone to a perfect stranger's 
apartment where she'd allowed him to perform a terribly lewd act upon 
her. Oh God, she'd even willingly spread her legs and loved every 
obscene second of it as he licked her to orgasm!

Helen writhed upon the bed as though she were in actual pain.

Oh my God, how could I have ever? How could I think that such a thing 
would solve my problems!

"Oh Adam, how can you ever forgive me?" Helen wailed on into the night, 
until, around 3:00 AM she called Stan Bederbeck's number and 
hysterically instructed his answering service to get the message to him 
that she had to have help and fast!

It was almost 6:00AM before Stan hung up the phone beside the bed he 
shared with his wife at the ski resort.

"Whew!" The psychiatrist slumped down in the bed, sensing that his wife 
was still awake beside him. Although she was absolutely motionless he 
knew that he was in double trouble. His wife was going to give him a 
hard time because Helen had given him a hard time on the telephone. Not 
for the first time, Stan considered going into some other business. 
Well, at least he'd managed to calm Helen Randolph down. But he wasn't 
at all sure that the advice he'd given her had been correct. Perhaps 
he'd just told her that to get her off the phone so he could go back to 
sleep. On the other hand, he might have said the same thing under other 
circumstances. He wasn't sure.

"A hair of the dog, Helen," he'd said. "Go out and give yourself 
something to really feel guilty about. Then you'll know what real guilt 
is! Then we can deal with it on its own terms."

Stan turned out the light and snuggled up to his wife. He wasn't at all 
surprised when she moved a little bit farther away from him. He sighed 
and went back to sleep.

*  *  *

The next afternoon Helen was feeling a bit better. She'd slept some, 
and somehow the conversation with the psychiatrist had seemed to sort 
her feelings out. She knew just what she would do today. Adam had not 
returned at all, and in the bright light of day this one face seemed 
unforgivable. She would, just as Stan had suggested, come to terms with 
her own guilt! Helen began by dialing the number she'd found in the 
newspaper. It was a bit forward to call, but seeing Andre again might 
straighten her out, bring back the confidence she'd felt for so brief a 
time!

Wearing her yellow culotte nightgown, the disturbed blonde wife sat at 
the edge of her bed and dialed. To her surprise, the first ring was 
interrupted by a recording. "I'm sorry, but the number you have dialed 
is no longer in service. If you wish more information, kindly remain on 
the line and an operator will help you." Helen was shaking by the time 
an operator came on. "Why is this number out of service?" she inquired, 
the familiar tears returning.

"Don't know. Just a moment. Oh, yes. I see."

"What? what do you see?" Helen felt hysteria mounting again.

"The number has been changed."

"Oh what's the new number? " Helen felt momentarily relieved.

"I'm sorry it's an unlisted number, and we are not allowed to give it 
out."

"NO!" Helen slammed down the telephone. "Now get hold of yourself!" she 
said out loud as she ran into the bathroom, trying to stave off her 
feelings of utter helplessness, of utter futility by running cold water 
and splashing it onto her face. Since that worked out so well, why not 
answer another ad? she thought. Hurriedly getting dressed, Helen went 
outside to the newspaper stand at the far corner near the bus-stop. 
Morty sold everything from the Times, to the more adventuresome papers. 
Helen didn't care that Morty seemed amused when she bought the 
underground paper. She felt that she no longer cared what anyone 
thought of her. Her life was her own, and somehow she had to salvage 
it!

Back in her living room and breathless, Helen sat down without taking 
off her coat. Rapidly, she scanned the advertisements to see if Andre's 
was there again. But she didn't see anything that she thought might be 
his. Heart fluttering, she finally came to one which sounded as though 
she might be able to answer it.


Responsible researcher and assistants seek intelligent woman for 
interesting conversation, mutual enjoyment. Object serious research. 
Apply between 7PM and 9PM, Mon-Sat., 933 West ll9th Street, Apt 24.


How nice it sounded. It seemed as though this advertisement might bring 
her just what she was looking for. The chance to be treated like a real 
human being. From the sound of it, it also seemed as though she might 
be fable to do some sort of interesting work. She might meet someone 
who could look upon her as a person, rather than a nonentity like her 
husband did! To him she was just someone to boss around. Someone who 
lived in the same house, and whom he spoke to when he felt like it! It 
was not purely a sexual thing, Helen reasoned. She just needed to have 
her confidence bolstered, to feel like a human being again, instead of 
just Dr. Adam Randolph's unloved wife!

*  *  *

"You boys can wait in here or I'll call you when the first subject 
comes," Adam said. He was bleary-eyed from lack of sleep. For the first 
time since having begun the experiments, he felt a definite lack of 
enthusiasm. He and Helen had had fights in the past, but he'd never 
spent a night away from home before. Not a night when he and Helen were 
mad at each other anyway. He might even have called off the evening's 
experiments had it not been for the number of people involved. Once 
more he had called upon the services of the young college students who 
lived downstairs. They were more than willing to help out, and had come 
to regard the professor with a new respect that far outdistanced his 
former reputation. The five of them were pledged to secrecy, however, a 
secrecy which they maintained, since it was entirely to their own 
benefit. Three were present tonight, the other two having gone home for 
the weekend,

As one of the students put it to the others while they were sitting 
around drinking beer in the "living room" of the lab, "it's all the 
trouble having to take 'em out and stuff, that makes it a drag. I mean, 
shit, nooky is nooky, right? This way we get lots more time to study 
for the upcoming exams, without having to go without getting our nuts 
off!"

"You said it, Hank. Sure beats finger-fucking in the park to all hell!" 
Ben Starker replied. He was reading a copy of one of the magazines that 
the professor had thoughtfully provided for them.

"We'll wait, professor. Just send her on in, we'll take care of the 
whole thing just fine!" Roger English spoke for the group. Being a 
straight "A" student, a Rhodes Scholar, and a genuine 180/I.Q. genius, 
Roger often was the natural leader of any group in which he found 
himself.

Adam closed the door and went into the lab. He sat at his control table 
and laid his head on his arms. He felt a definite tightness in his 
throat and chest, and a heaviness in his heart. He flicked the 
intercommunication button.

"When the bell rings, will one of you boys get it please. I prefer to 
say in the control room this evening."

"Sure thing, Prof!" Roger replied.

The boys were in the middle of a heavy game of crazy-eights when the 
bell rang. Roger, who was tall and angular, put down his cards and went 
to answer it. The professor had clued them in to all the details of the 
experiment, and each boy felt confident of carrying out the researches 
to perfection.

Before he left the living room, Roger smiled and winked at the other 
boys. "I'll bring you back a pretty one!" he said.

"She'd better be!

"Yeah!"

*  *  *

Helen stood poised to run at the slightest provocation, but the young 
boy who opened the door was obviously harmless, simply a college 
student like many others she'd seen, that she remained standing there 
in her green ultra-high heels with platform soles and her low-cut dress 
with the matching coat.

"Is it about the advertisement?" Roger smiled his most boyishly 
charming smile, the one he used for his mother, some teachers, his 
minister, and all the other relatives at home.

"Uh, yes. It is. Is this where the research is being done?"

"That's correct. Won't you come right in?" Roger bowed low and stood 
aside.

"Well, I don't know. I ..."

"The professor is in the other room. He'll he out later on. In the 
meanwhile we can make you comfortable inside," Roger said. He was 
trying not to seem too anxious. But, oh man, wait until those other 
jokers got a look at this one. She was some looker. A gorgeous, hot-
blooded blonde was just his idea of a nice way to spend the evening! 
Even if he did have to share her with his buddies!

Professors Helen was thinking. That would show Adam. What if she could 
set up a friendship, dare she think "relationship", with someone who 
was on Adam's level, a peer? That would show him! Andre was something 
else, hardly an intellectual even though he read a lot of books. But a 
professor, now this was beginning to sound more like it!

"All right," she said shyly, stepping inside.

"Right this way!" Roger led the way down the hall, and opened the door 
to the living room.

"Well, heeeelloooo!" Hank said standing up. Already he could feel 
himself getting a hardon just as the sight of the sensuously ripened 
blonde in the green "fuck-me" shoes.

"Hi there!" Ben Starker said, beaming front ear to ear. The football 
coach had said no sex, but what did he know? If Joe Namath and those 
guys could do it, why couldn't he? Especially with a pretty full-
titted, big-assed pussy like this!

Helen looked at the young college boys. "Good-evening," she said 
pleasantly. She was a little bit nervous about the brazen way the boys 
were looking at her, but then she told herself that that was why she'd 
bought this new outfit, wasn't it! She wanted to be looked at, to be 
appreciated, after all! She was overly aware of the door closing behind 
her with a click, as though it was automatically locking, but she told 
herself that that was ridiculous. Quickly, she scanned the room. The 
nervous scientist's wife would have sat down, bet there were no chairs, 
only pillows and the big bed where the young men seemed to be playing 
cards.

"Oh, did I interrupt your game?" she asked, searching for some way to 
break the heavy silence that fell over the room. This was ridiculous! 
Why was she so nervous. She'd probably feel better when this professor 
they were talking about put in an appearance, and no doubt there were 
other people involved too, people more her own age.

"Not at all!" Roger replied.

"Yeah, you're our game!" Hank leered.

Ben nudged him sharply.

"I beg your pardon?" Helen asked her eyebrows raising. How rude this 
boy was. How could anyone responsible have let him be here doing 
"intelligent" research.

"Never mind, ma'am. Don't mind Hank," Roger replied. "He's a bit crude 
sometimes, but he has a good heart.

"And a good cock too! Nice and hard!"

In spite of themselves, both Roger and Ben laughed.

Helen stepped back in alarm. She backed toward the door.

"What is this?" she demanded. "Where's the professor running the 
research project?"

"Oh he'll show up sooner or later," Hank said. "He always does. 
Sometimes he even takes a piece of the action!"

"What? What?" Helen tried The door knob behind her, and became 
hysterical when she could not open it.

"Don't worry, lady," Roger said, trying to calm her." It'll be all 
right. You must have expected a little adventure---companionship---
love! when you answered the ad! Didn't you?"

"No! No! Of course, not. No!" Helen would deny to the end that she was 
seeking adventure, companionship, friendship, maybe love. She would 
deny everything to the end if necessary.

Inside his adjoining control room, Adam flicked off the intercom. He 
just couldn't listen to the beginning of the whole thing, and his 
splitting headache and generally depressed state caused him to keep his 
head on his arms, knowing that the boys would do all right without any 
guidance from him. The instruments would be attached and his recording 
devises would take over. No need for him to watch every detail. He was 
in no mood for it.

Meanwhile in the living room, Hank grew. annoyed with Helen's carrying 
on.

"Hey, cut the crap! Anybody that reads junky paper and answers an ad, 
knows what's happening!"

"Not necessarily," Roger interjected, "however, I am inclined to 
believe that the possibility of total innocence under the circumstances 
is rather dim."

"Oh my God, you're all maniacs!" Helen exclaimed at the top of her 
lungs.

"If you mean we're all students at the university, then you're right 
there!" Ben said.

"Hey, maybe she wants some booze. Want a drink to make you feel 
better?" Ben asked, reaching for the flask that the boys had been 
taking slugs from.

"We're not going to do anything to hurt you, Miss," Roger said 
pleasantly. "You might as well calm down. As I said, the professor will 
be in shortly, and meanwhile, you can be uh, entertained by us! It's 
all a part of the experiment, you see."

Helen tried to see. She wanted desperately to understand, and to see 
the whole thin in some light other than the sinister one that covered 
the entire difficulty in which she found herself.

Ben passed the flask to Roger, who offered it to Helen.

Tentatively, her features ash white, Helen took the flask and sniffed 
it.

"Old Tennis Shoes bourbon," Ben said proudly. "Nothing but the best."

"I'll just have a taste," Helen said, gulping at the silver nozzle. The 
warm liquid seemed to heal the raw terror inside her and she took more.

"Drink it all if you want. We can go more!"

She did, gulping several swallows of the warm bourbon which did not 
burn, but slid smoothly down her throat.

"Isn't that better now?" Roger took her by the arm and led the young 
blonde wife toward the bed. "Come sit down," he said, seeing that Helen 
was nervously coming along with him. "There, don't be upset. We're just 
here to help science!" His fingers were moving, caressing her arm as he 
helped her across the room. At first Helen felt her flesh crawl at this 
strange young man's touch as she again searched her brain for words 
that might get them to release her from the room. Was she really a 
prisoner, or was she just imagining the worst? She couldn't tell. 
Fantasy had played such a large part in the 35-year-old blonde's life, 
that now she did not know whether she could trust her own instincts. 
But then a repulsively shocking thing occurred, a strange, 
indescribable phenomenon sent a million pin pricks of erotically 
tingling sensation throughout her being. At the same time, she reached 
the bed, and feeling dizzy, sat down upon it. Instantly, Hank moved 
forward and touched her warmly quivering breast with his hands, 
caressing its firm fullness.

Helen's eyes felt heavy and the tingling made her grab at her own 
breasts, as much to push the boy's hands away as to touch herself.

"Oh?" she moaned. She felt so funny. Just like she had when she saw 
Andre worshipping the secret flesh up between her legs.

"That fuck-juice sure works. She looks half-looped already'"

"Well, the prof said it would work if we ever needed it!"

"Yeah, she might never have come around otherwise, even if she is 
wearing "fuck-me" shoes!"

"What? What?" Helen could hear their voices coming from what seemed 
like a great distance. She stared, wide-eyed, trying to see them all 
better, but something like a haze of smoke covered her eyes. She was 
filled with a sense of alarm and erotic excitement that caused her 
vaginal lips to swell and begin throbbing in expectation. They had 
given her something, something that was changing her consciousness, and 
there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all! All the while 
the sensations, at first diffuse and unsettling, and then growing more 
and more precise, filled her, swirled up and down her spine, and 
throughout her weakened nervous system.

"Oh dear, dear God, Let me go all of you, let me go, I'm a married 
woman!"

"Don't be scared. Bet this will make your husband hot for you tonight. 
The effects linger, I'm told!" Roger was moving closer. They were all 
moving closer as the drugged young wife stared at them open-mouthed, 
disbelieving, a furry sensation taking hold of her tongue making it 
thick and unwieldy as she tried to speak. Then they were all undoing 
their belts, letting down their pants, taking off underwear. Her glazed 
eyes took in the lewd sight of their virilely throbbing penises of 
varying sizes, standing out straight and hard, seemingly pointing at 
her accusingly.

"Oh no. No no!" she gasped.

"Shall we help you with your clothes?" Roger asked politely. Helen was 
gazing at the thick hardness of his long uncircumcised cock. She tried 
to speak but she couldn't. The blonde captive's words gathered in her 
throat and then stuck there. She was helpless! They were beginning to 
take her clothes off!

"I get to fuck her first!" Hank annaunced.

"Says who?" Ben spat out. "Christ get a look at them boobs! Little by 
little all of her clothes were going. Soon she would be naked in the 
room with the three college boys. Helen tried to stand up, vague 
thoughts of fleeing still circling round in her brain, even though she 
knew it was impossible. But the boys just moved along with her, and her 
standing, helped them to get her panties and stockings off, while they 
began to caress her nakedly trembling breasts, buttocks, and loins. 
Then they pushed her back down, and Helen found herself staring up at 
the ceiling. Oh Christ, they were all looking at her, going to do to 
her what they wanted, what she, Lord help her, wanted them to do!

"Wow! Now that's a real woman!" Ben said, whistling through his teeth. 
His lustfully throbbing penis lurched impatiently.

"Damned straight!" Hank agreed. "Dig that sweet little pussy. Old peter 
boy here can't wait to get into that!"

"Wait until I attach the instruments," Roger declared.

At that point Helen felt the horrid sensations of electrodes being 
attached to her skin. Not knowing what they were added to her fear and 
discomfort. Alarmed at what was happening, the terrified young blonde 
squealed and tried to twist away, but the three college students held 
her firmly until all the instruments were in place. Now her every 
reaction would be recorded for posterity according to Dr. Randolph. 
Then they were bending over her, grinning lewdly down at her forced 
wide, nakedly spread-eagled loins. As she cringed inward, squeezing her 
eyes tightly shut, Helen felt the young man begin a slow lascivious 
stroking around her thighs, concentrating on the sensitive inner parts, 
moving steadily, rotating their fingers in small circles against her 
trembling flesh. Helen jerked but it only served to cause the college 
boys to exclaim lewdly at the jiggling of her large quivering breasts.

"Shit! Let me get my mouth on them babies!" Hank cried, at which point 
he kneeled up beside the nakedly struggling housewife on the bed and, 
leaning over, took one large thick nipple in his mouth while caressing 
the other with the thumb and forefinger of his hands. Helen felt a wave 
of nausea overtaking her along with her disbelief that this could 
really be happening to her. It felt as if she were going out of her 
mind, what with all the new chemical changes that were being made in 
her mind and body, adding to her already disturbed state, her 
precarious balance. She couldn't bear the thought of them touching her 
defenselessly naked body. Yet their fingers were moving on her, Hank's 
hungry mouth was wet, his teeth hard upon her tightly contracted 
nipples. Slowly hut surely someone was moving upward to tantalize the 
tender parts of her wide-spread vagina. It was Roger, teasing his 
middle finger lewdly around the fevered lips of the older wombats wetly 
throbbing cunt. Then he was letting it work upward along the narrow 
hair-lined passage until it reached her erect little clitoris. There 
Helen felt the hardened nerve bud jerk to involuntary attention. Why 
would anyone do this to her? Oh God! She felt as if she would die from 
the carnally tantalizing caresses if they continued, and at the same 
time felt as though she would die if they ever stopped. A struggle was 
taking place within her over which she had little control it seemed. 
Roger concentrated down there at the very center of the 35-year-old 
blonde's titillated nerve endings. Meanwhile, he called to Ben who was 
standing nearby. "What's the matter? Waiting for a written invitation?"

"Get to work!"

Oh God, what next? Helen wondered. How could she ever again have any 
kind of normal life after this? She groaned loudly as the lewdly 
searching finger continued to tease at her wildly vibrating clitoris 
and Hank's wetly heated mouth sucked upon her breasts with slow 
torturous motions. Ben was laughing nearby, as her thighs began 
trembling uncontrollably and her clitoris got stiff like a little cock.

"Oh please, ooh please! I ... I can't stand it! Oh I beg of you!"

It was at that point that Helen felt her mouth being plugged up, and 
she recognized the fact that Ben---without warning---had filled her 
open mouth with the in-thrusting pole of his lustfully throbbing penis.

"MMMMnnnnngh!" Her naked breasts, her throbbing cunt, her cock-filled 
mouth were all on fire! "Oooooh oooooooh!" she moaned over and over. 
The three college boys worked increasingly harder at their lewd task, 
their fingers and mouths enjoying her secret, most private parts. 
Roger's fingers slid within the ever moistening crevice of the captive 
wife's helplessly widespread pussy and every now and then he would 
brush against the thin curls of pussy hair on the outer surface, 
marveling at how fine they were and exclaiming aloud over their deep 
golden color. The three college students spoke freely to each other 
about her, while she struggled to breathe with the long hot shaft of 
Ben's cock sliding in and out of her ravished mouth. It seemed as 
though it had been going on forever and ever, and worse than the acute 
humiliation she felt was the rising desire, the overwhelming need for 
their obscene touches!

The indignity of their actions was unbelievable! Yet, in spite of 
Helen's horror at what was happening, in spite of the fact that she 
felt completely deranged in some final, inalterable manner, the young 
blonde wife felt the surging changes in her body, rising like fish to 
the bait. Bit by bit, she began to respond, to writhe wantonly beneath 
their lewd manipulations. With uncontrolled desperation, the 
scientist's wife felt immense waves of evil desire streaking through 
her naked body. Her lewd torture was worse than anything she could ever 
have imagined, and small droplets of perspiration covered the downy 
surfaces of her silken flesh as the cover of the bed beneath her grew 
damp and rumpled.

Ben was looking down at her, an odd expression of longing on his 
youthful face. Her mouth around his cock felt soft as a cloud, wet and 
deep as he pushed slowly, torturously inward! Hank sucked voraciously 
at the large mounds of her breasts, burying his face blissfully in the 
big pillows of flesh, the satiny surfaces that took him back to his 
childhood when his mother would nurse him until he was almost three 
years old.

Helen moaned and, ashamed of what she was feeling, opened her mouth a 
bit wider to accept the college boy's warmly pulsating cock. With a 
grown, she spread her long legs a bit wider to accommodate the plunging 
fingers that brought such insane delight to her loins. Yes, all control 
was slipping away, and what was worse, she was glad, glad, glad! Her 
love-starved body was betraying her, but so what! They had given her 
something, some terrific drug that made her no longer responsible for 
her actions. She couldn't possibly even feel guilty about it anymore. 
Why not just let herself go! This sensuous body of hers, still young, 
still beautiful, had a will of its own, and she was going to let it 
enjoy itself for a change. Oh God, it was about time!

Helplessly excited, the frustrated wife groaned in submission and 
lewdly submitted to the teasings of the three men. How hungry her 
rapidly heaving breasts were for sucking. Helen pushed her chest 
upwards, nudging her insanely tingling mounds of flesh into the young 
man's face, lewdly longing for more, more of everything. Her desire-
tautened belly trembled and quivered as her thighs flexed and unflexed, 
straining for more, waiting and hoping for the penetration of her now 
hungrily pulsating cunt.

"Well, well, well! She's coming around really nicely," Roger mumbled.

"She sure wants it bad!" Ben said. "Shall I cream in her mouth?"

"Do what you like!" Roger snapped back.

I'm gonna fuck her between these tits!"

"Let's get it together you guys!" Roger said. Once more, as a Rhodes 
scholar he was going to have to show the way, organize the thing so it 
worked smoothly.

"You want us to fuck you, sweetie?" he asked pleasantly. Helen's mouth 
was full, but she was able to nod furiously and to gyrate her loins 
lewdly enough so that it was clear that the answer was "yes".

"You want us all at once, or one at a time?" Hank said, lifting his 
hungrily sucking mouth up for the first time from the wondrously soft 
yet firm mounds of Helen's trembling breasts.

"Mnnnnmmmmghhffh!" Helen replied.

"For chrrissakes, Ben, would you let her breathe! Get your dong out of 
her mouth for a minute!"

Insulted, Ben none-the-less, withdrew his saliva-coated, wildly 
throbbing cock from the depths of Helen's mouth long enough for her to 
breathe normally and to speak.

"Oh, anything, anything. Just don't leave me like this. It's cruel. Oh 
I need, I need ..."

Roger spoke up. "Okay, guys, lets give it to her all at once. Well 
shit, don't sit there looking at me like that. Don't you assholes think 
it can be done? Sure it can. I've seen lots of d o documentation 
proving it can be done. Obscenely, Roger caressed his own thick 
burgeoning cock as he spoke and Helen writhed, moaning softly on the 
bed, waiting for their decision with growing impatience.

"You Hank lie down!"

Hank lay down beside Helen on the bed.

"Now, you, Ben help me get her on top of Hank. No, you ass, not like 
that, face up!"

"Backwards?" Hank said.

"You complaining? Feel that sweet wonderful ass on your cock, man!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Hank could feel the twin loaves of Helen's warmly 
quivering ass-cheeks on his trembling loins as she was placed over him.

Helen writhed in a wanton eagerness upon him, almost slipping off until 
Hank clasped her around the waist and held her. Then he was forcing his 
thickly protruding cock head within the deep split of her quivering 
buttocks, so that each time she moved ever so slightly, he felt a 
lewdly stimulating massage of his penis.

"Oh God, hurry, hurry!" Helen gasped out. Don't make me wait like 
this!" Devils were dancing within her nakedly exposed loins, devils 
that would go on dancing until they were satiated. Frantically the 
aroused housewife reached up for someone. It was Roger. She tried to 
pull him over her, to get him inside her. She needed but one thing now, 
this young boy's long hard penis.

Roger fell upon her, grinning lewdly down into her face while his body 
weight smashed her onto the boy beneath her. Hank's thickly pulsing 
cock was a living hardness in the split of her ass-cheeks. If only, if 
only! Hungrily, Helen tried to kiss and lick Roger's approaching face 
while she ground her buttocks back and spread her legs to encompass 
Roger's slender hips.

"Hey, what about me?" Ben asked, stridently.

"Stick it back in her mouth for the time being!" Roger said, "that's 
the only hole we're gonna have left!"

Responding as if by automation, Helen opened her lips wide. Then the 
downward thrusting cock was ramming from the side, sliding deep into 
her wetly availed mouth as Ben knelt down beside the lustful trio. 
Furiously, Helen sucked at the lust-thickened shaft, her body caught up 
in an insane vortex of raw naked lust. And now the entire lower portion 
of the drugged young wife's body had come squirmingly alive. Roger 
himself had grown so excited by his own talented tableau that he could 
hardly wait to begin the real action. He could see the beautiful blonde 
wildly sucking on Ben's big cock, while she writhed lewdly back and up 
and down against him and his buddy, Hank beneath her. Hank's hands had 
snaked around and up from her waist and were now holding on tight to 
the big fleshy swellings of her breasts so that she would not roll off 
of him.

Helen's head bobbed lewdly as she worked her hungry mouth at the thick 
pulsing cock, sucking hard, feeling the erotic tingling of her lips, 
the hot rubbery head entering her mouth! Her breasts quivered beneath 
the rough hands, and her vagina throbbed wetly between her legs, 
palpitating openly in a blind search for Roger's rigid shaft to fill 
the aching void in her cunt. But Roger let his sensitive cock-head 
linger at the quivering entrance of Helen's yearning pussy. He placed 
his hands beneath her hips, clutching at her smoothly rounded buttocks, 
spreading them without ceremony and talking to Hank. "Can you find her 
asshole?"

"Sure thing! If it takes me all night, I'll find it!"

"Well, I ain't got all night!" Roger replied, "so get it in fast!"

"Nnugh!"

"Mmmmmmghhhh!"

"OOoommmmm!" Aghhhh ... too ... big ... aagghhh." Her mumbled protests 
were silenced as Ben rammed his lust-thickened cock further down her 
throat.

*  *  *

The combined grunts and groans and moaning filled the room, and all 
were recorded on the professor's machines. Inside the control room, 
Adam slept on his control panel, oblivious to the blinking lights, that 
signified that his electrodes and instruments were in perfect working 
order. He was in the middle of a dream, a nightmare rather about Helen. 
In it, he was losing her. Every time he tried to get close to her she 
seemed to dissolve, to melt into thin air. Then she would reappear 
again not far away, and he would run, slowly, torturously, not able to 
make any head-way, trying to reach her before it was too late.

"Stop, Helen," he cried. "Stop, darling, before it's too late!"

Adam dreamed on, while in the next room his experiment was being 
enacted, his young assistants having set it up perfectly for his 
purposes. But none of them knew that the rutting blonde whose reactions 
were being tested was none other than the professor's own wife, Helen.

*  *  *

Roger's hand moved within the sweat-dampened crack of Helen's spread 
buttocks. Lewdly, he inserted his outstretched middle finger into her 
tightly puckering anus, muttering to Hank that he'd found it for him. 
"Get it in there," he said, his voice strangled and strained from the 
great desire he felt. Roger felt the chunky knob of Hank's hotly 
throbbing penis slid forward. He grabbed it and fit it snugly into the 
entrance-way to the blonde woman's anal passage, and then he, himself, 
moved down so that the long swollen hardness of his throbbing flesh 
could part the thins strands of hair and enter Helen's desire tormented 
pussy.

Roger clasped the wildly thrashing Helen around the waist while Hank 
clung to her breasts and Ben continued his slow fucking into her mouth. 
With a flick of his lean hips, Roger forced the blood-filled head of 
his penis inside the feverishly quivering lips of Helen's vagina, 
thickly expanding the tight but moist flesh at the same moment that 
Hank's eagerly upthrusting penis sought entry into her defensively 
puckering back passage from below.

Helen threw her head back insanely, momentarily abandoning the slippery 
cock in her mouth to cry out in a weird exaltation of pain and 
pleasure.

"MMMmooohhh ... Aaaaahhhh-ah-ah -ah!"

All around her was youthfully muscular flesh, while inside her she was 
being filled to the bursting point, mercifully rubbed and tickled, as 
the hard male cocks frictioned against all of her nerve-lined openings. 
Her anal and her cuntal channels gratefully accepted the two invading 
rods of hardness, wanting them, squeezing them, jiggling up and down so 
that they would fit all the more snugly and firmly inside!

"Give it to me, give it all to me. Beautiful ... beautiful ... 
aaahhhhhh!" she muttered over and over softly, gurgling around the hot 
pulsing hardness of Ben's lust-swollen member in her mouth.

And then she was pressed, they were slamming into her, the one upward, 
the other downward, and she was sandwiched between the two college boys 
so firmly that it felt as though they would never come unstuck again! 
It was without a doubt the most intensely exciting thing that Helen had 
ever felt in her life. With a thud of naked flesh meeting flesh, the 
two hardened cocks rose high within her belly, each to its furthest 
point. Abruptly, with no warning whatsoever, she could feel herself 
cumming, yes, cumming already from the mere idea of what was being done 
to her! The two youths held her firmly between them, neither one moving 
yet really, while she began to cum wildly, wriggling and gyrating 
against their fully inserted cocks, slipping and sliding against their 
naked male bodies ... and moaning a lewd song of rapture.

It was true Helen had never known anything remotely like this 
incredible dual ravishment. Her orgasm reverberated dually within her 
filled passages filling her with a sensation akin to having fireworks 
set off under her skin, deep, deep in her belly, in her raging hot cunt 
and her erotically straining rectum.

And then they were fucking into her, each one getting the rhythm from 
the other. Roger tight-lipped and tense, fucking with long smooth 
thrusts that reached the very tip of her womb on each in-stroke. Hank 
was ramming upward from below, screwing and worming his long thick 
penis into the tightly clenching warmth of her rectum, laughing out 
loud as he felt her involuntary muscular spasms on his outrageously 
hard flesh.

And Helen was cumming all this times They continued to fuck into her 
orgasm, changing it, channeling it, starting it up again and again when 
it seemed as though the peak of pleasure would abate. The debasement 
and subjugation, the pure feeling of muscular young bodies against 
hers, combined to create new delight as her loins gyrated in an 
abandoned harmony with the increasing power of the three cocks that 
fucked so relentlessly in and out.

OOoooooh fuck me, fuck me like this. Fuck me this way forever, she 
thought wildly. Oooo never stop fucking meeeee!

The nakedly impaled body of the beautiful blonde wife undulated amidst 
the moving hands and fingers that caressed her vibrant flesh. She 
opened her eyes and saw the two handsome students over her. She was in 
a blurred ecstasy. Now her earlier orgasms began to fade and in the 
lull she thought it might be over, but now, now she was climbing, 
climbing again toward an even greater height of camel pleasure. All the 
time Helen's brain reeled with pleasure and she rotated her backward 
thrusting ass-cheeks faster and faster, against Hank's penis in her 
rectum, using her deeper belly muscles to squeeze and suck upon the 
hotly pulsing cock in her vagina with more intensity, and sucked with 
an unbelievably lewd hunger on the bloated male instrument that slid in 
and out of her mouth.

"Oh shit!" Roger said. "Oh what a fuck!"

"You should be in her ass, man!" Hank grunted out.

"Oh god, I'm creaming in her mouth right now!" Ben jerked backward, his 
spasmodically jerking cock lunging upward against the roof of Helen's 
mouth, forcing the drugged blonde to lift her head inches from the bed 
to take it all. Then he lunged forward, plunging the long shaft 
downward into her open throat, almost strangling her with the force of 
it until the streaming spurts of cum began to jet outward. Only then 
did he pull back ever so slightly. A shudder of wanton delight surged 
through Helen's raw, nerve-tingling body at the obscenity of the floods 
of white hot semen that filled her mouth and dribbled across her chin. 
She swallowed as best she could while her breasts heaved and quivered 
up against Roger's chest, their hardened nipples being tantalized by 
his mat of hair. Helen fucked insanely, as though she were possessed by 
demons until at last she felt another climax coming over her like a 
tidal wave of searing elation, soaring through her madly aroused body. 
As the tender lips of her open-splayed pussy worked and sucked upon 
Roger's madly jerking penis, the boy above her became suddenly stiffer 
and then a hard stream of sperm splashed against her womb. Helen's 
breath rasped in short frenzied gasps as she felt the lightning-like 
sensations within her of a magnificent orgasm that mated with his. The 
young boy's body jerked and trembled over her, wriggling and pressing 
as he came in a never-ending stream of heated sperm. Roger arched 
backward, thrusting upward into Helen's streaming cunt with all his 
might, grunting from the effort that brought a wild ejaculating 
pleasure to his loins.

Ben's deflating penis slipped reluctantly from her mouth. "OH GOD! 
CUmmmmmmmmm cummmmmm with me! Both of you!" Helen gasped as the cocks 
within her spewed for their jets of whine lightning, spurting hotly far 
up inside her convulsing channel and against her quivering womb.

"Shit, lady! Ass-fucking is where it's at!" Hank stammered out as he 
bucked upward, pumping his loins up against the soft cheeks of Helen's 
madly rotating buttocks. His thick shaft continued to explode, sending 
his liquid lust pouring upward into the far depths of her bowels.

"Oh yes, yes! This is where it's at!" Helen replied, knowing that it 
was all what she wanted, drug or no drug. This was what she truly 
wanted in life! And what she was going to have in the future.



Chapter 8


Adam stirred inside the control booth. He shook his head, alarmed that 
he had actually been able to fall asleep while an experiment was in 
progress. He was weary, however, and his eyes felt as though they had 
stones in them. Nonetheless, the dedicated scientist inspected his 
instruments and peered into the two-way mirror to see what was going 
on. He sincerely hoped that it was almost over, for he wanted to get 
back home. Back home to Helen. Maybe he could convince her that he 
still loved her.

Inside, Adam saw the three young students still going at it with the 
subject. Adam would have to get the brief biography from her later, he 
thought, casting a jaded eye on the lewd spectacle.

They had her down on the bed, and she was taking them admirably, Adam 
saw. A really good subject. The boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, 
too. Adam flicked on the speaker system so that he could hear what was 
going on. Later he would listen to the playback of the preceding 
events.

"Now it's my turn to get sucked!" Hank was saying, and although Adam 
couldn't see him quite clearly because Ben's body was arching up to 
enter the female subject's spread vaginal passage, the scientist had 
the distinct impression that he was thrusting his penis into her mouth

"Suck it, suck it!" Hank said, "get it hard again!" He knelt over her, 
lewdly squatting with one leg on either side of her face, grasping both 
sides of her head and holding firm. Helen gagged as Hank rammed his 
softened cock to the back of her tongue and her ovaled lips began to 
shape around the limp male object. She could feel his testicles 
slapping wetly against her chin. She tried to get her breath on the 
outstroke of his thrusting. Then, feeling proud of herself, she 
realized he was getting hard!

"Oh!" Helen groaned inwardly as she felt Ben's lust-thickened penis 
entering her passion-drenched vagina, and she was surprised at the 
renewed desire that sprang to life within her belly. Oh God! She could 
fuck all night with these wonderful boys, and that's exactly what she 
planned to do!

Roger had snuggled under her to try the anal intercourse that Hank had 
praised, and they began to pummel her lust-driven body back and forth 
between them once more.

The shameless desire deep inside of Helen's belly once more became a 
vicious, gnawing need as the four nakedly entwined bodies twisted and 
turned so that she was now on her side, all of them clinging lewdly and 
readjusting their positions with their agile young bodies.

Adam Randolph watched with greater and greater interest. Of all the 
experiments he had observed, none had moved him as much as this one. 
The nakedly writhing bodies in the other room seemed joined so 
perfectly and moved with such attuned harmony that he was filled with 
awe and a growing admiration. It was, he thought, almost a ballet! 
Recently he had participated less and less in his experiments, but 
somehow tonight he thought he might want to erase the odd 
uncharacteristic sorrow that had come over him. Beneath his white coat, 
naked as was his custom, the middle-aged professor felt his excitedly 
surging cock rise. He tried to see the woman's face in the adjoining 
room, but it was impossible because of Hank's lewd positioning over her 
face; one ham-hock thigh covered the whole of her head. Now that they 
were on their sides, however, Adam could see much more of the excited 
woman's lushly ripened body. She was beautiful in a way that none of 
the other subjects had been, and Adam regretted now not having watched 
the entire experiment from the beginning.

"Look at her go!" Adam was almost able to forget his nightmare about 
Helen always moving away from him. Almost, but not quite. "If only 
Helen could let herself go that way," he thought to himself, unaware of 
the fact that he had never really given her the chance to do so.

He continued to watch through the two-way mirror, unable to keep from 
fondling his own hardening cock as the orgiastic activities reached a 
feverish pitch.

*  *  *

In the other room, Helen began to roll her naked buttocks high up 
behind her in a circulating movement, constricting her wildly flaring 
cunt muscles on the hot, fleshy cock that was burrowing into her. She 
wanted to exploit them all to the limit to saturate her being with hot, 
sticky sperm. The excited blonde wife insatiably sucked at the pulsing 
hardness in her mouth, her cheeks concaving with Hank's every thrust. 
She explored it hungrily, swirling her tongue tip to taunt the small 
opening at the end, wanting it to shoot into her mouth, wanting to 
swallow the hot sperm. She was struck by the difference in taste 
between this one and Ben's and realized that a whole new world of cocks 
was opening up to her. Each one must taste different! She wanted to 
feel them all cumming again, all giving her the most potent tribute a 
man can give a woman, their fresh young sperm! Her body had thirsted 
for it for so long, and now she could be drenched with it, filled to 
the brim.

Thighs quivering, hips and loins rolling and gyrating, naked breasts 
shaking, head wagging, Helen abandoned herself once more to the renewed 
lust within her. Only this time it was more mellow, more relaxed if 
every bit as strong. This time her head seemed to be more in control. 
Oh, my nice hard-cocked men! she thought, I want to cum for you again!

And then she did! At the same time as her own spiraling climax began to 
crest, Roger's penis fucking into her from behind swelled up and 
twitched and began to spurt its heated charge up inside Helen's 
receptively quaking rectum. It splashed violently against her back-
passage walls and dribbled loosely back out, coating his own testicles 
with a film of orgasmic juices. While in front of the blissfully 
cumming blonde wife, Ben jerked forward, his long legs entangling with 
Hank's as they buffeted the voluptuous female body between them. The 
mound of his pelvis massaged her erect clitoris causing Helen to 
convulse forward with the acute pleasure, and in this manner Hank's 
penis was submerged completely to the hilt inside her wildly sucking 
mouth.

Hank's cock too began to burst with built-up cum, flooding her hungrily 
sucking mouth and throat with a pungent liquid totally unlike Ben's in 
taste. It bloated her cheeks as she swallowed the hot gushes excitedly, 
working her lips fish-like around the wildly throbbing length of flesh. 
The white stream of semen slipped from the comers of her mouth, 
although Helen sought to contain it all. With a grunt that resounded 
through the room, the blonde housewife skewered her buttocks back 
savagely onto the still pumping cock that rose high in her rectal 
passage, and with a wail from around the penetrating cock in her mouth, 
the happy woman gave herself up completely to the agonizing ecstasy 
that sent her mind and body to whirling in rapture. She felt herself to 
be more of a woman than she'd ever been before!

The foursome lay stunned on the bed. No one had quite expected it to be 
so good. The fact that they had all varied their positions with the 
pretty blonde made the college students feel as though they had enjoyed 
a mind-blowing variety never before dreamed of in their young male 
minds.

The three youths were regarding the beautiful older woman with 
unabashed admiration when the professor's voice came through to the 
room.

"Excellent. I'll be right in!" he said.

Helen's eyes popped wide open. Didn't that voice sound familiar? And 
where was it coming from?

She did not have long to wait, for even as the boys were grumbling 
about the arrival of the professor to interrupt an experience which 
they were all considering continuing. Helen heard the door open. Adam 
hastened to the bed. He was anxious to meet the woman who had so 
inspired his young assistants.

He smiled broadly as he approached, and was still smiling even as he 
was looking directly into a pair of blue eyes which were perfectly 
familiar to him, perfectly known.

"HELEN!"

"ADAM!"

The three young students moved aside as they realized that the 
professor and the woman knew each other. Possibly they had made some 
kind of mistake!

Adam's face turned several different shades of red as he stood there, 
and even as the boys were hastily dressing behind him, Helen was trying 
desperately to cover her naked body with the damp and rumpled spread.

All the smiles were drained from the astounded scientist as he stared 
mouth gaping wide at his wife. That same wife about whom he had been 
feeling so tender only moments prior to this.

Now he saw it all. Saw that she'd been making a fool of him all this 
time.

"Why, you're nothing but a whore!" he said. "My own wife a whore!"

At this point the three fraternity brothers from downstairs slipped out 
the door and closed it quietly behind them. Let them work it out by 
themselves was the general attitude as they hurried down the stairs.

"NO! It's all a mistake!" Helen cried, terrified, suddenly totally 
aware of everything around her, no longer in that delightful erotic 
haze that had shown her such pleasure.

"You bitch! How could I have ever loved you?" he sobbed, pained to the 
core. His own wife had been reading that paper, had answered Lord knew 
how many other ads. She had felt those three boys, stiffened cocks in 
every orifice she had! She'd loved every minute of it!

In a rage, he flew at her, and Helen reached out her hands to fend him 
off. They tumbled in a thrashing mass upon the bed, Adam screaming 
imprecations at his wife. Helen was too disturbed and surprised to 
respond any other way but by the cowering admission of guilt even 
though it had all been as the tried to explain, "a mistake".

Then wild eyed and with his features fearfully contorted, Adam lunged 
for a lever on the underside of the bed. Suddenly, the smooth, sliding 
trap door rolled back and the enormous ramrod of a cock-machine slid 
upward. Furiously, Adam tried to roll his wife over onto it so that it 
would skewer her. She fought back like a banshee, but finally Adam 
pinned her helpless to the bed.

"This is good for whore fucking!" he cried, "this is what you want!"

"No, no! You're crazy!" she cried, sobbing. The tears streamed in 
flowing wet rivulets down the side of her cheeks, but in spite of it, 
she could feel him pulling her legs brutally apart on the bed. Then he 
reached beneath the bed directly down into the trap of the artificial 
cock to set it in motion. It began to ram upward lewdly, and Adam 
harshly thrust his wife's already sperm-filled cunt down so that the 
big, bulging tip of the phallus burrowed and wormed its rigid way into 
her depths. It rammed deep, so deep that the unprepared blonde felt a 
searing pain. She tried to twist away, but Adam held her down at first 
and then moved to life her flailing legs apart so that the lewd object 
drove hard upward into the wetly clenching canal of his sobbing wife's 
open pussy. The smack and slap of the machine on human flesh could be 
heard throughout the room like claps of an eraser against a blackboard.

"Oh, Adam! Oh help, help!" Helen cried piteously.

But there was no response from her insanely glowering husband who only 
wanted to make sure that the machine was making the most headway into 
his wife's unfaithful pussy. Helen was certain that she could never 
stoop lower. The pain itself was bad enough, but to have to lie there 
while her husband used some diabolical machine on her, treating her 
like the lowest of prostitutes, using her to vent his anger was far 
worse than anything. She was being degraded beyond belief, and her 
thoughts were flowing as though there were no more feelings left in 
her. She had sinned, and now she was paying. It was hateful, what Adam 
was doing, and her own body felt hateful to her at this moment.

"MOVE IT! Don't you like it? You liked those three young studs well 
enough! Shake it!"

"No, no, no," she cried. "You don't understand. No one will ever 
understand."

But the machine continued its slow mechanical grinding within her while 
Adam's fingers dug into her nakedly squirming flesh as he held her 
firm. This large, inhuman thing inside her made no rising tide of 
passion occur like she'd felt with the three college boys. No, she was 
just being fucked as though she were nothing, nothing but a cunt!

She lay there motionless now, no longer trying to get away, feeling the 
horrid obscenity of the man-made machine entering her tender feminine 
flesh, raping her with a total lack of feeling, skewering her 
unwillingly open pussy.

"CUM! CUM!" Adam spat down at his wife.

"Never!" she replied, tears welling up in her hurt blue eyes.

Adam reached down and set the machine for a still faster speed. Helen 
tightly clenched her teeth together in an effort to withstand the 
brutal spearing in and out of her raw and tortured vagina. Adam knelt, 
looking down at her, wanting nothing more than to destroy her feeling, 
himself destroyed by her as he watched the obscene device entering and 
exiting the moist pink flesh between her lewdly spread legs.

Helen lay as motionless as she could, hoping to avoid some of the pain 
this way and finally in disgust over his wife's lack of reaction to his 
cruel torture, Adam turned the machine off and fled the room.

Helen lay there with her beautiful long legs still spread wide as he 
had left them, and her naked loins were wet and raw from the multiple 
fucking she had endured. Anyone could have come in at that moment, she 
thought dazedly and done with her what they wanted, and she wouldn't 
have resisted nor would she have cared. For nothing seemed to matter 
anymore, nothing at all. Her entire world had been thoroughly 
obliterated, and her attempts at straightening out her life had proved 
to be ludicrous to say the least. Many years before, it seemed, she had 
still been a faithful and innocent wife, although an unhappy one. 
Perhaps it was better to remain unhappy than to have to endure the 
pains of what freedom would entail?

Helen didn't know the answer, but there was no more searching for it 
either. She wished ... yes, for the first time she truly wished she 
were dead. She never wanted to have to face the cruelty and confusion 
that were a part of every day living again.

Slowly the despondent wife got up and found the crumpled mass of her 
clothing where the boys had thrown them. Trembling with every motion 
she put on her things as best she could and then made her way out of 
the apartment. As she went, she looked all around her, knowing that the 
sight of these dingy walls would remain forever etched in her mind, a 
searing memory of what she had endured that night.



Chapter 9


Adam Randolph roamed the streets of the city, aimlessly walking and 
flirting with the danger that lurked wherever he went. But he had the 
look of a madman; and potential robbers and muggers knew well enough to 
stay away. He moved steadily downtown without even realizing it, and it 
was almost dawn by the time the depressed scientist reached 42nd 
Street. The litter-scattered sidewalks of Seventh Avenue were 
comparatively empty; only a few of the night inhabitants of the city 
were to be seen. Dr. Randolph fit right in with the others, and he was 
not surprised when a derelict saluted him, "Hey, brother!"

And a little further on, a prostitute nodded and smiled at him. He 
looked at her, astounded. "God, I called Helen a prostitute!" he said. 
When in reality it is I who am the prostitute!

Stunned by this uncomfortable illumination, Dr. Randolph rushed up to 
the startled hooker and embraced her warmly.

"You're beautiful!" he told her. "Oh, God, you're so beautiful!"

"Yeah?" the woman said suspiciously.

"Yes!" Adam affirmed. "Where do you live? How can I get in touch with 
you?"

"You got something special going?" Hannah thought that he was either a 
true crazy or a cop. One way or the other, man, she was going to be 
ultra careful.

"Something very, very special!" Adam said.

"Well, you call this number, and they'll get in touch with me. It's 
Harry's Bar over there!" she pointed across the street.

"Fine, fine. You won't regret it!" Adam cried as he ran on. The subway 
was nearby and he ran down into it. He had to get home fast. He had a 
lot of work to do!

*  *  *

It was two in the morning, and Helen had not yet come home. Adam had 
all in readiness for her return, but still she hadn't come back. He 
even took a taxi uptown to the apartment that he used as a lab to see 
if she was still there, but there was no trace of her.

In desperation, he called the police, but they were singularly 
unsympathetic.

"Ya had a fight with your wife, buddy? You know how many calls we get 
like this a day? She ain't come hack a week from now, you call us 
again!"

Adam was in a state of utter despair by the next evening. He began to 
think about his wife's life when he wasn't at home. For the first time 
he was trying to figure out just what she did all day long. Who were 
her friends? Had she ever mentioned anyone! He couldn't remember a 
single name. Oh, God! Why hadn't he listened to one of those 
interminable conversations of hers? Then a glimmer of a memory came 
back to the suffering professor. Stan! He'd heard her mention Stan, her 
analyst, but who was he, and what was his last name? Hurriedly, Adam 
began to rummage through his wife's dresser drawers, but he found 
nothing. Then he looked in the night table where the bedroom telephone 
was. There he found a small address book, and after rifling nervously 
through it, he found: Dr. Stanley Bederbeck, 60 West 96th Street. 977-
0002.

Adam dialed the number quickly, only to find he had mis-dialed and was 
obliged to try it again. The telephone rang and rang, and finally a 
secretary answered.

"Get me the doctor! Quick! I'm Helen Randolph's husband. Hurry, I must 
talk to him!"

The secretary tried to make some sense out of the harassed man's words 
and finally, giving up, connected him through to Stan.

"My wife ... I mean Helen! I've done something awful. I'm afraid she'll 
do something silly! Please, you've got to help me! We've got to find 
her!" Adam blurted out.

Stan's voice was as soothing and as stern at the same time as he could 
possibly make it. A little the way it had been when he'd talked to 
Helen on the phone a few hours before.

"Dr. Randolph! Your wife is right here. I won't say that she's fine or 
even all right, but she's here."

"Oh, God! Thank God!" Randolph burst into tears of relief.

Stan put the call onto the speaker attachment which transmitted the 
conversation into the room. Helen looked up from the sofa on which 
she'd been lying as her husband's broken voice expanded into the room. 
Why, she'd never heard him like that, and it was profoundly shocking to 
hear him crying.

"I've been so wrong, so very wrong!" Adam blubbered. "Tell her she's 
got to come home so I can make it up to her!"

"Well, that's up to Helen. Do you think that she feels like coming home 
after what she experienced last night?"

"Everything has changed, everything is different. What a fool I've 
been!"

"That's what they all say," thought Stan. "That's not for me to say, 
Dr. Randolph, but as your wife's doctor, I feel it necessary to tell 
you that you have a very disturbed woman here. Helen needs the proper 
care and special consideration under the rather extreme circumstances 
in which she finds herself. I won't hide from you the fact that it is 
only pure luck that I was able to persuade Helen to come here and see 
me rather than doing herself in."

"Doing herself in?" Randolph's voice was strident. Was this man going 
to prevent his seeing his wife ever again? "What do you mean. Is she 
all right? You said she's there. Let me talk to her. She's my wife!"

"Now there's where you're going wrong, Mr. Randolph. I'd be doing both 
you and my patient a disservice if I didn't try to explain to you that 
the person you refer to as quote, my wife, unquote, is much, much more 
than that. She is a person in her own right and deserves to be treated 
as such! Once you begin to see her in this light, I feel that a great 
many of the problems which you two have accumulated through the years 
can begin to clear up."

Sobering, Adam tried to assimilate this information. "Yes, he said, 
trying to resume his natural tone of voice, his responsible citizen 
voice, "Yes, I've realized that. That's just it! I see that that's 
where I've gone wrong! Even in the experiments, that's where I have 
gone wrong. I've made prostitutes of them all! That's what I've done!" 
Adam's voice broke. "Tell her she's got to come back to me! She's just 
got to!"

Stan looked at Helen. The pale and disheveled wife was standing up. She 
wavered a bit and then steadied herself.

"Tell him, I'll be home in a little while!" she said, half-smiling, 
half-weeping.

*  *  *

Nervously, Adam paced up and down the apartment until at last he heard 
the familiar sound of the elevator stopping at the landing outside. He 
rushed to the door and opened it wide. There coming down the hall was a 
woman who resembled Helen. It was Helen, but she seemed so weak, so 
drained of life that she was almost unrecognizable. Adam felt something 
twist hard in his heart. This is what I've done to her!

Defensively, Helen started to speak. "I've come back!" she said, but 
hidden within the words was the meaning, "despite what you've done, 
despite what I've done, despite all the hurt and pain I feel!"

Adam gathered her into his arms and rushed her inside. He took her 
straight away to the bathroom where unprotesting, she allowed him to 
undress her while he ran a tub. Once the water was filled almost to the 
brim, he helped her to get in it and then washed her soothingly, 
carefully.

"Oh, my poor, poor darling!" he muttered. The hot water did its healing 
work on the soft, bruised flesh and restored something of Helen's 
vibrant skin tone. Bit by bit, the exhausted woman began to relax. 
Letting her head rest on the rubber pillow that was attached to the 
back of the tub by suction cups, she closed her eyes and sighed. She 
was almost asleep by the time Adam lifted her bodily from the tub and 
dried her carefully with a big towel. Then he took her into the bedroom 
and put her to bed. He himself had changed the sheets and had been 
embarrassed to discover that he didn't even know where they were kept. 
He'd had to search all over to find them. Then when Helen was snug in 
the bed, already sleeping like a baby, her fists tight around her 
pillow, Adam got in beside her.

They didn't wake until the following morning around 10:00A.M. The phone 
was ringing and Adam answered it groggily. "Mmn Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes. 
Get a sub for me, I've got the flu!"

It was the Science Department of the University wondering why Dr. 
Randolph hadn't shown up for his classes that morning. Then he got up 
and went to the bathroom. When Adam resumed, he saw his wife lying 
there, half uncovered, still sleeping peacefully. The large full mounds 
of her breasts, the ripe nipples were exposed and staring up at him.

"God, you're so beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness. 
He could feel his male hardness rising at the sight of this beautiful 
creature who was also his wife. It was all he could do to keep from 
dropping to the bed and locking his lips to the softness of her flesh 
at that very moment, but he held himself back.

She needed more. Much more than that! Now Adam knew that his wife had 
hidden recesses of knowledge of which he'd never dreamed. He had seen 
her in action as she'd never been with him. Yes, it was up to him to 
bring that out in her again instead of just jumping on top of her and 
throwing it to her without preparing her well for it. The reward would 
be well worth it.

Adam leaned over and kissed his wife gently on the lips as though he 
had never kissed her before. Like Sleeping Beauty, she stirred, but 
slowly, as though she'd been asleep a hundred years.

"Mmmm."

Helen opened her eyes and saw Adam's concerned face close to hers. His 
expression was one of infinite tenderness. How long since she'd known 
such a thing as tenderness? It thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. 
She reached up, curled her arms around and pulled her husband down on 
her. One of his legs slipped tightly between her soft open thighs. 
Their bodies fell together with a suppleness as though they belonged 
together. Slowly, Helen moved her thighs up against Adam's loins as he 
ground his lips down onto hers feeling his already hard cock throb 
painfully. He could feel a bit of wet seminal fluid seeping from the 
tip of it. Nakedly they clung together, Helen beginning a massage with 
her whole body that pressured his cock-head until Adam thought it would 
explode. It was jerking and twitching, and he was afraid he would cum 
too soon, for he could feel it building deep into his balls. The 
recalcitrant husband thrust his tongue deep inside his wife's open 
mouth, feeling her suck gently upon it, nibbling with sharp, tiny bites 
that sent chills of desire racing throughout his erotically trembling 
body.

"Teach me some things!" he said softly to her. "Show me how to love 
you."

"Yes," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his mouth. "You want 
to fuck me now, don't you?"

The word was breathtakingly exciting on his wife's lips. He gasped and 
said, "Yes, yes, I do want to fuck you!"

"How? Tell me how."

"Long and hard so that you'll want no one else to fuck you, so that 
you'll forget that anyone else ever did!"

"Oh, God!" she moaned, "do it then. Do it Adam!"

The professor moved one hand down to the smoothness of Helen's naked 
buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped. Her body was so 
warm and soft against him as his mouth locked once more tightly to 
hers. Amazingly, Adam could feel her hand searching down between them 
for the throbbing hardness of his penis. The coolness of her fingers 
closed around its pulsing length, and he pressed his head forward to 
kiss her neck. Her perfume---or was it only the soap he'd used on her 
last night---smelled like fresh-cut flowers. Her lips softly gave 
beneath the harsher pressure of his teeth and tongue, and tiny chills 
spread over the surfaces of his skin wherever he touched her.

Moaning softly, Helen crushed the entire length of her silken body up 
against his, grinding her loins eagerly against him and opening her 
thighs wide to accept his body between them.

Adam felt Helen's hands searching over his body, exploring him eagerly 
as though she had never touched him before. His hard shaft was resting 
against the narrow, hair-trimmed slit of her pussy, waiting for 
permission to enter. Helen arched up for a moment, levering them both 
upward with the strength of her back muscles, and reaching under her 
buttocks with both hands, she provocatively pulled her fevered vaginal 
lips apart to give her husband's lust-thickened penis a greater contact 
with the sensitive flesh within. Now it lay the full length of the 
moistly throbbing opening. Helen sighed and dropped back to the bed, 
feeling his rigidity trapped tightly now between her full thighs.

Adam moved his hand up and down the soft curves of her back and hips as 
Helen began to undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing 
rhythm.

"Oh, God you feel good!" he whispered down to her. The sinews of her 
muscles rippled lightly just under the skin, and the tenseness of the 
cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He could 
sense the hidden power within her, the strength that he had so long 
ignored in so many ways. Adam pushed his hands further down beneath the 
fullness of Helen's ass-cheeks, feeling them soft and warm in his 
palms, and pulled her warmly quivering pussy up tighter against him. 
With a low moan of heartfelt hunger, he slowly insinuated more and more 
of the thick hardness of his cock up and down within the split of her 
wetly seeping cunt, feeling it grow hotter by the second.

Helen was commencing a more intense rotation of her loins against his 
until suddenly her legs without warning moved out wide, and her calves 
locked upward against his back. He was pulled tighter against her naked 
body, and it almost took his breath away.

"Now, now, now!" she mumbled, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her 
loins moving provocatively against his willing cock. "Fuck me now!"

Adam started to move into her, but Helen, taking the initiative, moved 
her hands down to circle his throbbing penis, guiding it between the 
parted lips of her flowering young cunt. Adam groaned at the sensual 
feel of it, the parting soft silken hair, the sensitive, delicate 
tissues of buttery flesh, the inward sucking little mouth that wanted 
his aching penis inside it!

"OOoohh!" Together they groaned as Adam thrust forward with his hips 
and drove the thick pulsing hardness of his cock deep up into the 
quivering feminine opening, splitting it open and pushing the resilient 
flesh in rippling waves ahead of his masculinity. It was as though he 
had never fucked her before, and Adam knew that in a way, he hadn't. 
He'd never been so aware of this incredibly lovely woman as now. He was 
learning and learning fast, and as his long thick cock raced up inside 
Helen's softly clasping cunt and reached the depths of her quivering 
belly, he knew that he would fuck her again and again like this!

Her tight pussy was easing his in-thrusting member in, taking it all 
the way up, lubricating the passage with a hot, slippery moisture, 
accepting him bit by bit, swallowing him with loving attention. And 
then he hit bottom, bouncing off the spongy tip of her cervix.

Damn, we're fucking good! he thought. Momentarily, they were stir, and 
Adam could feel his fully penetrated cock growing and expanding inside 
of his wife's still tender pussy until it felt as though he would burst 
in two from the exquisite pleasure building in his sperm-laden 
testicles. Then he began a long, slow rhythm of fucking into her, 
fucking for both of them. Over and over, he gently thrust into the 
farthest depths, trying to pace himself so that it would last. And then 
he would make shorter strokes, pulling himself all the way out only to 
plunge jerkily back in and then out again, moving his cock up to the 
twitching slipperiness of her clitoris and sliding all the way back in 
up to the hilt.

He was driving Helen wild. And himself as well. God! He had never in 
his life felt anything as sensually exciting at this! Slow, then hard, 
fast, then slipping at a sideways angle into those soft, spongy depths. 
As he fucked, he took one of her legs and, pressing downward so that 
his pelvic bone pressed against the mound of her pussy, rubbed the 
sensitive spot of her clitoris.

"Oh! Oh, yes, yes, like this, fuck it, fuck it! You're beautiful ... 
Oh, Adam! Adam!" she chanted, mumbling everything that came into her 
mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his 
back, with the scraping of her nails down along his flesh. Helen's eyes 
rolled uncontrollably as she writhed in liberated wantonness under her 
husband, moving and changing positions as easily as if they had been 
underwater. Their mouths hung open wide and unseeing eyes were glazed 
by lust.

Until finally the two panting bodies were one mass of wriggling flesh, 
uttering low grunts and groans of desire as the springs of the bed 
squeaked unmercifully. Helen's loins jerked spasmodically against her 
husband's belly. She held her breath for a long moment and then gave it 
up. She was cumming deep down at that spot where her husband's up-
thrusting cock was touching her.

"Mmmmnnaahh!" and she was pulling him in, in closer to her and now that 
throbbing hardness that was making her cum was spurting its life-giving 
heat into her filling cunt. There was no room on earth for anyone else 
but the two of them, and it seemed that they had been transported to a 
place that only true lovers can find if they are very lucky.

*  *  *

"You're very lucky," Hannah looked all around her, suspiciously, 
hostilely taking it all in.

"Oh," she said to herself when she saw Helen smiling nervously. "He 
wants me to bring the wife out!"

"Nice pad!" the prostitute added.

"Come in, won't you, and sit down?" Helen said. Adam put his arm around 
his wife. Christ! They looked like honeymooners, Hannah thought as she 
observed them. She moved slowly and deliberately into the living room. 
What kind of trick was this going to be anyway? She wanted to hurry and 
get it over with.

"God something to drink?" she asked.

Helen dashed to make something at the bar. "How about daiquiris?" she 
asked shyly. She had already made up a pitcher.

Helen looked at Hannah and saw beneath the makeup and the wig a rather 
pretty woman who had an enormous chip on her shoulder. And yet somehow 
the sight of this woman had affected her husband in such a way that he 
had gained more insight into her own predicament than if he'd been 
lectured about it for weeks. Helen had gladly accepted the idea of 
meeting this prostitute when Adam had told her about the other woman. 
It seemed in some say, she didn't know just how yet, to be important to 
their understanding of each other. But now she was nervous about what 
the woman in the jet-black curly-haired wig might be thinking of this 
invitation.

"I ... uh, suppose you're wondering why we asked you to come!" she said 
timidly, sitting down beside the other woman after handing her her 
drink.

"Yeah, sorta," Hannah answered, giving Helen the once-over from up 
close. She was pretty and straight, Hannah thought, and she hated 
Helen's guts.

"I'll try to explain," Adam's wife said, feeling the enormous animosity 
that emanated from her guest.

"Yeah, do that!" Hannah said, thinking about what life might be like 
for Helen, not having a drug habit to take care of, not having to be 
worried about getting busted, even after the cops fuck shit out of you! 
Just waking up every day to soft music on a radio probably, and putting 
on something filmy and pretty. Just fucking one man instead of hundreds 
of nameless johns.

Helen looked up at Adam who was hovering uncertainly nearby. "Perhaps 
you could leave us along for a little, darling," she said.

"Of course, of course," Adam went for his coat. "I'd go down and get 
the papers," he said a moment later. "Back in a bit."

And then Helen began to talk to Hannah, telling her everything. It was 
something she hadn't even realized that she was going to do before it 
happened, but it seemed perfectly natural as it was happening. She told 
her everything that had happened, the story of her life in brief, and 
bit by bit as Helen talked, she could feel Hannah's attitude toward her 
changing. And when at last the story was brought up to the moment and 
Helen had gotten up to get more drinks, Hannah spoke.

"Yeah, a lot of women get tricked into being nothing more than a high-
class hooker. That's what happened to you, and you couldn't even get a 
decent lay because your old man didn't even know who you were!"

 Helen nodded and remained silent.

"Yeah, there's more than one way to get fucked, right?" Hannah said, 
smiling for the first time.

There was a kinship there, a special knowledge between the two women.

"You know what I think?" Hannah said. "I think your husband wanted me 
to come because he wanted us to make it together."

Helen reflected. "Yes," she said finally, "I think that's what he might 
have had in mind at first. But maybe talking together is as much as the 
same thing."

"Maybe."

"Maybe not," Helen said, after reflecting a moment.

"They all want to see two women together!" Hannah said, sneering.

"Do they?"

"But what if the women want to?"

"That's different."

Suddenly it was clear what she had to do. The pretty blonde wife spoke 
clearly and deliberately. "I want to!"

*  *  *

Adam returned to the apartment not knowing quite what to expect. He 
brought flowers and a Cue magazine, thinking that he and Helen might 
want to go out later that evening. He entered without bothering to 
disguise his sounds. Moments later, he stood in the doorway of the 
bedroom where the two women had retired. What he saw aroused in him a 
multitude of emotions, none of which he could single out as his true 
comprehension of what he was taking in.

In the darkened bedroom where a short while before Adam and Helen had 
fallen in love again, or perhaps for the first time, Helen groaned and 
bit her lips. The softness of the prostitute's touch was strange to 
her. It brought back all the feathery delights that she had ever known 
in her life, and after all the rough tortures her body had recently 
known, after all the indifferent caresses, she was profoundly shocked 
to find that the prostitute's fingers knew her body as well as she 
herself. The sensual contact with the other women who had done Helen 
the supreme honor of talking off her black wig and revealing the true 
chestnut color of her straight hair, was reaching her on some other 
level of consciousness, a level that spoke volumes about pain and 
loneliness and at the same time was a thoroughly potent and forceful 
erotic experience.

The prostitute's naked breasts pressed against hers while Hannah's 
fingers swirled insistently around up inside of Helen's wetly willing 
cunt. Comfort and warmth, mother-love was hers again, but pure in its 
sexuality. Even though the two women were simultaneously aware that 
Adam was watching, they were not self-conscious, and Helen was proud 
that she could show Hannah how naturally she could comprehend the 
perversity of their act.

Moaning softly to herself, Hannah rubbed her dark hair-fringed vaginal 
mound down against Helen's quivering cunt, feeling the privileged wife 
writhing sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart. Their 
respective roles disappeared. They were both whores and they were both 
wives; they were women.

Helen's vision of herself was enhanced as her desire heightened. She 
learned untold things that masturbation, for example, had failed to 
show her about herself. She moaned as Hannah's caresses increased, 
fingers slipping in and out of Helen's lust-aroused cunt as though the 
prostitute were possessed by a demon, the same demon that Helen knew so 
well. The prostitute's shapely body with soft, silky flesh blended 
against hers as the wetly heated pussy moved over and around, wriggling 
on top of her abdomen and stimulating her tiny clitoris.

Helen moaned over and over again, her steaming vaginal furrow one big 
crevice of desire as she strained against the heated friction that rose 
between them. Helen's softly quivering buttocks tightened and grew 
tighter still as she heard Hannah's soft whispers into her ear. "Whore, 
cunt! Bitch!" she cried, "Cum! Cum for me!"

Hannah's pale breasts pressed and rolled against the larger breasts of 
the scientist's wife, causing Helen's passion to mount. Hannah's 
knowledgeable finger slithered upward into the blonde's tightly 
clenching pussy, feeling not like a man's penis, but something more 
flexible that could give her more individual attention. An exquisite 
floating sensation of pleasure pervaded her nakedly twisting body as 
she sank deeper and deeper into a lustfully provoked swoon. Opening her 
eyes, she could see Adam standing nearby, an expression of tortured 
jealousy on his features.

Don't be jealous, she thought. It's something completely different. 
There's no relationship at all!

And then the highly aroused prostitute above Helen closed her lips down 
on hers, her arms enfolding the housewife and pulling her closer 
against the rising pressure in her naked loins. There was no shame, 
only the precious body of another woman near hers, molding with hers 
and making her start to cum.

"Yes, yes, Hannah!" she called out. Gravity was letting her go, 
flinging her into space, and there was nothingness around her, and yet 
she felt the other woman nearby, imparting a mysterious gift, cumming 
in fact along with her. Their two wildly throbbing cunts quivered and 
quaked together as their naked bodies writhed and twisted wantonly 
together, bucking and grinding insanely, climaxing at the same time.

"Ooohhhh!"

"Give it to me, baby!"

The two women's tongues mingled as though they were sisters, and Helen 
could feel Hannah's fingers moving slowly in ever-widening circles up 
within the contracting and pulsing walls of her moisture drenched 
pussy. To the scientist's wife, her orgasm was an admission of her 
frailty and an admission of her strength. She was both winning and 
losing.

*  *  *

Dawn was breaking again when Helen and Adam stood at the door saying 
good-bye to Hannah. She had remained with them, dining and watching 
television and then later, sleeping chastely in the guest room while 
the two lovers lovingly explored each other's bodies in their bedroom. 
Now it was time for her to go back out on the streets again, and both 
Helen and Adam seemed worried.

"Are you sure you don't want taxi money? Are you sure we shouldn't come 
with you?"

"New! I got money. No charge this time, folks. Maybe next time, though! 
Got to go see what's happening on Seventh Avenue! You got the number. 
Call me anytime."

"I love you," Helen said to her husband.

Adam had never been so much in love in his life. He was planning on 
closing down his research laboratory but on keeping the apartment as a 
trysting place for him and his wife. They could meet there afternoons 
between his classes, and occasionally spend the night there as if they 
were secretly carrying on an affair.

Because Adam realized that he could find out all he needed to know for 
his forthcoming scientific tome from his own wife, Helen.

"Let's fuck!" Helen said bluntly.

"Yes, let's," he replied sweetly and went down the hallway with her to 
begin the greatest research project of his life!


The End