The Polyscientific Institute on the East Coast had a very severe and foreboding aspect to the casual viewer, which was as intended. After all, when top secret research is conducted, it is well to have a minimum of onlookers. The Institute consisted of a complex dominated by one three-storey building, one at least three hundred feet in length.
It had very small windows set in concrete, very unusual in these times when the norm is steel with wide expanse of glass. The rest of the complex was a number of small out buildings, also of concrete, which appeared almost to be vacation cabins.
One would expect the sun to be hidden behind the clouds, and the day to be grimly grey when confronted with such a sight, but when Dr. Sarah Shovetzin, Sally to her friends, halted her VW at the Institute gates the summer sun was hot and bright. Sally, the twenty-four-year-old daughter of Russian immigrants, was a medical doctor.
But, as she had to keep explaining to people who saw the M.D. after her name, she was a behavioral psychologist. She would get a chance at the Institute to begin her research into the area of human latent sexuality.
Sally's credentials for such a task were unquestionably good, as she had graduated from a famous university in Chicago whose graduates were sure to be well-versed in modern sexual experiences. As had many of her classmates, she had also attended the experimental grammar and high school connected with the famous university.
She had done so well that she had begun her experimenting at the ripe age of twelve. The memories of her early experiences crowded into her mind, and it was with difficulty that Sally was able to drive her car to the parking lot and check in. She was shown to her room, and was told that she would be the day's guest of honor at dinner, three hours away.
She thanked her guide, and, putting away her things as fast as she could, stripped, locked the door, and sank down onto the bed to let her remembrances flood her mind.
Sally was always an attractive girl, but not one whom one would call beautiful. She was more introspective and meditative than outgoing, but she didn't mind that this cost her the company of many of the young girls of her neighborhood and school.
As a young girl she was often forced to make her own fingers fill the needs of her body, as she began to do now as she daydreamed about the past. Sally's fingers crept down the silky smooth white skin of her stomach to where the soft hair of her curly blonde bush hid the swelling lips of her cunt from sight. Her fingers found the moisture from her box.
The lips of her pussy juice had already sagged open from excitement, and her pussy juice dripped down onto her thighs. Her fingers played in the moisture, swirling in spiral patterns on the milky flesh as he breathing deepened, and her blood pulsed more heavily.
One hand stretched out to stroke the lips at their very edge, using her fingernails, sliding, gliding in the hot wet juice, snagging on the hairs that grew out to the fine thin lips of her cunt. Her other hand left the pillars of wet flesh that led to her hot gash to begin to play very slowly along the inner surface of her pussy lips.
They slid down to the base of her clit before returning to start again. At the bottom of the lips, up they glided, and now they stealthily began to circle her clit. Her fingers stopped, as she breathed deeply, then began to circle her clit, slowly at first, then faster.
Her head began to turn from side to side, crushing her long blonde hair against the pillow, and the sweat that flowed from her body ran back from her forehead and matted it to her face. Her ass began to describe slow circles on the bed, keeping time with the finger driving her from her hot cockpit.
She could feel the muscles in her cunt and legs begin to tense in expectation of the release that her orgasm would give. Quickly she settled back to earth before her throes could begin. Again she frigged her clit, faster this time, her ass keeping up as best it could.
Her breath fought to keep up with her flying fingers. Again she pinched off her orgasm, gritting her teeth and holding her breath against falling into a come. Now she had to have it. Hoarse breathing filled her ears, and she hardly recognized it as her own.
The lovely aroma of sweat and pussy filled her nostrils, almost as though it was her nose and mouth rather than her fingers anxiously working her hot little clit. Spasm! Quickly as she could she gripped the slippery wet clit hard, pinching it hard in between her fingers, while she shoved her other hand into the hot depths of her gaping pussy.
The muscles of her pussy clenched around her fingers, relaxed, then clenched again, grasping squishing noisily about their captives. Her back arched off the bed, leaving her body supported only by her head and heels. The only thing moving for long, long seconds at the top of her come was her hand, frantically pinching at her clit.
She pressed her clit back and forth from one side of her slit to the other. With spasm after spasm racking her body, Sally collapsed onto the bed, letting her held in breath escape her open mouth, only to return as she panted, while the warm sweet pussy come flowed over her fingers to collect in the palm of her hand. She was too exhausted to pull it out of her cunt.
In the golden afterglow of sex Sally was captured by its warmth, and her mind drifted again among her memories back to her initiation into sex when she had been only twelve years old.
Among the classes in the course of study Sally pursued at the high school associated with the famous university was physiology; this science can be studied in many ways, but there the approach was how the human body functioned, and its relationship to the psychological needs of the individual. It was in this class that Sally's experiences began.
The class began at 8:30 A.M., upon the arrival at school of the students. The class had been in the classroom for the past two weeks, studying the human body and its reproductive system from books. Now began the laboratory stage of study.
"OK, boys and girls," Miss Simpson the instructor began, "now come with me into the lab and we'll take a good close look at what we've been studying."
The first thing the students saw as they entered the room was the man. He was standing on a platform raised about two feet from the floor, with his feet apart and his hands resting on a bar above his head. He was blindfolded, and he was nude. Titters of giggling swept the girls, and the boys began to whisper among themselves.
"Children!" Miss Simpson exclaimed, "Hush!"
As quiet returned, she strode over to the man and began her lecture:
"Here is the penis; it has two parts, the head and the shaft." As she spoke, she gripped the head between two fingers and stretched out the prick so that the students could see for themselves. The prick itself was very respectable, at least six inches in its flaccid state, which gave promise of a truly magnificent erection.
The skin was soft and milky white, stretching out over the shaft, giving the students a glimpse of the many blood vessels which would pump up the soft meat into a hard battering ram. The head was a thick mushroom, red in color, congealed around the closed eye of the piss hole.
"The head of the penis is especially susceptible to tactile stimulation, watch." Miss Simpson here wet two fingers of one hand in her mouth and began to rub them lightly over the tip of the prick she held in her other hand.
"As I'm sure you all remember from class, the scrotum is the round bag of flesh depending from the base of the penis. It contains the testicles, which produce the sperm, which, when mixed with the prostatic fluid, forms the male seminal fluid which is ejaculated from the penis during the male's orgasm."
At this point it almost didn't matter whether or not the students were listening to Miss Simpson, because they were watching the prick. As Miss Simpson began to speak, the prick had begun to stiffen under the soft gentle rubbing of her fingers. By the time she had finished, the big prick stood out eight or nine inches from the man's body.
The big hard cock strained to escape from her hand. A deep red hue suffused the organ from the massive inflow of blood. As if the students could not tell from the twitching and straining of the huge cock that the man was excited, Miss Simpson called their attention to his rapid shallow breathing and the sheen of sweat that had broken out over his body.
They watched the way his hands gripped and twisted at the bar above his head. The students themselves were very interested in these proceedings; not a sound escaped any of them except their breathing; it was almost the same as the man's on the platform.
All eyes were glued to Miss Simpson's hands holding the big red prick. A gasp of breath escaped the man as she released the prick, and with one motion caught his balls in her hand.
"A man's testicles also provide pleasure during sexual play. Although they are very sensitive to pain, some gentle pressure usually provides a heightening of sexual tension. The proof of what I said was shown by the fact that as the penis tumesced, his testicles were drawn up under his body, and some gentle pressure was felt."
Miss Simpson's hand tightened gently on his ball sack, and began to knead the nuts in her hand. True to what she said, the man showed no inclination to escape her hand, and in fact seemed to enjoy the feeling as much as he had the feelings on his cock head. Her other hand curled around the shaft of his prick and slowly began to frig.
"This kind of motion is probably similar to most stimulation the penis actually experiences when in contact with the vagina of the female. Watch as I bring him to orgasm, and you will see the kind of ejaculation that occurs."
As she finished speaking she began to frig the big red prick in her hand faster and faster. The man's breathing became more ragged and hoarse. His body arched and stiffened, writhing against her arm, and the red knob of her prick swelled up as huge globs of come began to shoot out and fall to the floor three feet from the pedestal.
The students were visibly impressed. Even Miss Simpson was not unaffected. Her breathing was harsh as she continued speaking. "That was the way orgasm occurs in the male. The female, of course, is a totally different story, the genitalia being totally different."
With that statement, she pulled a chair around, sat down and pulled her dress up above her thighs so that the students could see her cunt with its dark bush of pussy fur. She was not wearing any underclothing, so her students could get an unobstructed view.
"As we studied, this slit is formed by the labia. The clitoris is this protruding little mound of flesh, the seat of much the same sensations in the female as the penis is in the male. The vagina, the sheath into which the penis is inserted during intercourse is beneath."
As she spoke, she began to rub the tip of one finger around and around on her clit. This caused her cunt lips to gape open with excitement, and this afforded easier entry for the two fingers with which she showed the location of her vagina.
Her finger moved faster and faster around her clit, and at the same time, her other hand moved her two fingers strongly in and out of her cunt in substitution for the cock she would have died for at that moment.
The students pressed around for a closer look; they now could see the hairy cunt grip her fingers as they dove into the hot wet pit, then relax to allow them to come back out into the air, steaming and glistening with pussy juice.
"And this is a woman's orgasm," she pantingly managed to gasp out as the throes of coming captured her as her clamping cunt captured her fingers, squishing and slopping as her finger slowed on her clit.
Her students were aroused. Most of the girls wore flushed faces, and were standing silently breathing through open mouths. The boys all without exception had lumps in the front of their pants which bespoke their excitement. Miss Simpson pulled down her skirt and stood up, again the cool teacher of physiology.
"Follow me, class, she said, and led them into the next room, which had lockers and benches, much as would a gymnasium dressing room. "Everyone disrobe and put your clothes into the lockers, and then come stand over here by me."
The boys and girls began to do as they were ordered, for the most part too shy to look at the opposite sex. The girls were slower, and only a few, Sally among them had gotten undressed by the time the boys had come to cluster around Miss Simpson, cocks at the ready. Sally couldn't keep her eyes off the soft-skinned boy flesh so red and stiff.
"I want you all to pair off, and go into the next room. There are a number of cubicles along the sides of the room, and each pair is to enter a cubicle and perform intercourse, and achieve orgasm. Since the girls are virgins, they will have to be entered first by the plastic penis, after the boy assures himself that his partner's vagina is moist."
A boy a little taller than Sally with tanned brown skin and a sparse cluster of hair around his cock took her hand and led her from the room. She shyly glanced down at his prick, the first she had seen in such an intimate situation, swinging from left to right as he strode.
There was really no doubt of what was to transpire; even though both youngsters were virgins, we believe, they were human with human sexual appetites. As the boy pulled her down to the mat with him in the cubicle, she could feel the rigid extension of his sex pushing up against her leg. Its hard warmth leaped as it prodded her flesh.
She could feel the warm inner wetness, so strange an occurrence, yet familiar from Miss Simpson's lectures.
"Hi," he said, his shaky voice showing his nervousness, "I'm Ned."
"H-hi, I'm Sarah but you can call me Sally," her words tripping on her tongue in her fright.
"That's a pretty name."
"Thank you."
Silence.
"I think you have a very nice body ... I mean your skin is so smooth, so ... not like Miss Simpson. Ugh."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
By this time her fingers had found his hand, and crept into it, holding it fast. The return of pressure she felt from him helped to steady her rapid pulse and slightly hysterical feeling of dizziness. His other hand, emboldened by her advance, began to explore on its own. He began to trace long patterns on the outside of her thigh.
Sally stood it for as long as she could.
"Damn it Ned, w-what's ... shit, why don't you...." Sally broke under the gathering tension of Ned's caresses. The pressure had built up under his touch until it seemed almost impossible to breathe, and his touch became almost an irritant. She grabbed his prick.
It wasn't as big as the man's was, she thought, but it was the only one near enough to do her any good. Sally blushed at the thought, and drew away from him sharply; the sudden lapse of tension on his prick affected him just as would a few beats of his meat, and he had to struggle against his pounding flesh.
He knew from watching Miss Simpson handle the man that he was fighting his orgasm; but it was very hard to struggle against something that looked so good when it happened to the man; he wanted it so badly; his prick felt so good when Sally was squeezing it.
Ned turned his face to Sally, gasping for breath. "Why'd you stop? God, I was so close. I could feel my balls gathering up under my prick ready to squeeze my come out into your hand."
"Please, Ned, let's just do what Miss Simpson said. I don't want to do anything else. Where's the plastic ... penis?"
"Here. Do you want me to help, or ... "
"Please. I'll lie back, and you put it in. I'll tell you when to lunge. OK?"
Ned picked up the plastic prick. It was hard black plastic, heavy to hold in the hand, curved like the real thing at full erection. Ned put the prick between his legs under his balls to warm it up, and a very funny thing happened; he really liked it.
Not that it was cool on his fevered flesh, or that he liked the feel of the plastic, or the pressure on the root of his swollen member, because it wasn't like that. He liked the thought of another prick nestled up beneath his balls or maybe his legs pressed up against the underside of his ass when he squeezed his cheeks together.
Now the prick was warm, and so was Ned, and he drew it out from between his legs and laid it alongside his own cock. He grasped them both around with one hand and frigged them both that way a little, but he was afraid to go too far, lest Sally complain to Miss Simpson.
He knelt down and felt for Sally's clit with one hand. He pushed and pulled at the little knob until it was obvious that her cunt was ready. The sweet little cunt hung loosely open, and the pussy juice glistened in the dull light. Her clit stood erect guarding the depths of her pussy.
Overcome with the emotions flooding through his prick and the sweet smell of Sally's pussy, Ned bent his head down and flicked the pulsing pink clit with his tongue. The lips of her cunt clenched, then relaxed and fell away, waiting to clench again at the next flick of his tongue.
But Ned forestalled that, as he decided that he couldn't allow beautiful lips to close and hide her sweet cunt from his eyes. Quickly he reversed his position on the mat, and when next he tongued her clit, her cunt lips could only clench at his nose between them.
"God I like that. Where did you learn ... uungh ... ooohhh...."
Her lips pressed together, giving an expression almost of pain to her face had anyone been watching. But the only other person who was in the cubicle with her was Ned, and he was very busy.
In fact, Ned was fighting for his life. Sally's hips had thrust up from the bed, pushing her little love box closer to the source of her pleasure, and her cunt had pushed itself up around his nose.
He couldn't breathe. To make matters worse, the position he was in forced his mouth down around the mound of her cunt by her clit, and he could get no air in through his mouth. And the copious outpourings of Sally's cunt flowed up his nose and around and down his mouth, taking up the space any air would have to use for him to breathe.
The harder Ned fought and struggled to free himself, the more aroused Sally became. His struggles only rubbed his nose, lips and chin against her sensitive skin even harder. Her lips had fallen back to the bed, but now her legs had clamped themselves around his head. Poor Ned.
Sally was a strong, lithe girl, and even had he not been in a very poor position as far as leverage was concerned, and weak from lack of air, he would have had a very rough go of it trying to force open her legs. Ned struggled harder yet.
We must assume he thought he was dying, because he did not stop his face from rooting around her cunt. The hot sweet wetness poured over his face, and her soft thighs imprisoned his head; if he had to die, what a way to go. But in the end it was this fatalism that saved him.
Had he tried only to save himself, Sally would probably have fought to attain the orgasm she so desperately needed in her throbbing pussy. But he kept stimulating her clit with his mouth, and the forceful interplay of his nose into and out of her cunt with this caused her to come, and she relaxed her legs from around his head.
No one could blamed Ned for fainting from this imprisonment; especially not Sally. As soon as she regained her senses she tried to comfort him, but the only comfort he wanted was relief from the tremendous cock hanging from his belly. Sally saw the difficulty, and resolved to remedy it straight away.
Sally didn't really want to experience the plastic penis; even though she was still wet from her tremendous spend, she had spent: she was out of the mood, and her natural shy reticence forbade her something that tasteless, even though it was needed for poor Ned to be able to gain entry into her pussy. So she spread apart his legs.
Then she bent down her head to return the favor. As Ned lay back upon the mat and spread apart his legs to receive Sally's mouth on his throbbing red prick, Sally grabbed the base of the swollen cock with her hand to stand it upright. She put the red knob of the hot cock into her mouth, and gently began to suck.
Alternating with the sucking motions of her mouth, she very gently bit him with her teeth, the pressure differing and causing greater pleasure. She opened her mouth and the prick stood straight up in the air for two beats of his heart, his warm pulsing blood causing the straining red machine to quiver sharply.
Then it fell down towards his belly. A drop of come oozed from the eye of his cock out and down onto the white skin, Ned's skin which was running wet with his sweat. As Sally bent down to lick up the drop of come she smelled the aroma of his wet smooth body.
She breathed deeply as she trailed her tongue down the underside of his prick to nestle her nose in his balls. Next she pulled the big prick down so that it lay on Ned's legs; this was a feat of no little doing, because Ned was so hot that his prick was straining for release.
But Sally forced it down, and even though Ned had to arch his back a little to accommodate her, the pleasure was worth it. Sally began running her tongue up and downthe top side of his long shaft, pushing the now taut skin back and forth over his bulging blood vessels.
No more than a minute of this was required to bring matters to a head. Ned's muscles tensed and his balls began to gather together his come to shoot. Sally could feel the beginnings of Ned's eruption, so she put her mouth around his cock, and Ned gasped at the hot wetness.
Both of them lay still for just a moment, and Sally began to suck, and then Ned began to shoot his load of hot sticky come into young Sally's virgin mouth. She made sure her lips were over her teeth.
Thus protecting Ned's cock from harm, she bobbed her head up and down, up and down, making his spurting cock fuck her mouth like a cunt. Spurt after spurt of Ned's hot come boiled up from his balls, and Sally couldn't swallow fast enough to keep it from oozing out of her mouth and over her face and hair.
As she collapsed back on the mat from Ned who was now in the sweet warm afterglow of his first blow job, the drying come on her face pulled her mouth up into a smile as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what she really had wanted to do to Ned and his prick.
After an hour or so, Miss Simpson awakened all her students from their cubicles and sent them to the shower room to get cleaned up to go to their other classes. Sally went with the other girls to their shower.
For some reason, Miss Simpson had them shower separately. That was probably just as well, because the girls were pretty nervous after their first sexual experiences, and the presence of the boys wouldn't have done much to calm them down.
And it was especially good luck for Sally, because she was the only girl who was wearing the dried come of her first experience on her face and hair. The other girls crowded around her and pressed her to tell them what had happened, but she kept the story to herself.
Seeing that she wasn't in any mood to let them in on the story, they left her alone and went into the showers to bathe. Sally picked up a bar of soap and followed her classmates into the steamy spray.
She looked around at all the naked female flesh in the room around her and sighed. Breasts gleamed under the water spray, some half hidden by the dripping soap suds. Long legs dripped water down to feet that slapped the wet tiles and standing suds. Pert little asses were being rubbed by soapy hands caressing and disappearing into dark cracks.
She could see pussys with their bushes matted down under the force of the spray, or splayed open as a girl squatted down to soap her cunt and thighs, or perhaps to spread her ass cheeks far enough apart to be sure of getting her asshole clean.
She noticed one girl squatting at the other end of the room, and she didn't see any movement of her arm. She walked over, snaking her way between the naked bodies over to where the petite dark girl squatted.
Her eyes were closed, and oblivious to the room around her she was washing out her asshole. Rather, she had washed her asshole, but the soap had slipped out of her hands onto the floor, and her finger was still slipping gently in and out. The wet gleam of the private female flesh of her pussy gash wasn't all water.
Sally quickly reached a decision. This intrigued her. This was a kind of sex that Miss Simpson hadn't said anything about, and she wanted to know just what was going on. She lifted her foot and placed it squarely on the girl's naked ass and pushed. The girl fell over, startled, and opened her eyes.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but then she saw Sally standing there watching her, and she realized that she had better keep her mouth shut. Some of the other girls noticed her fall, but no one had seen Sally's foot. If anyone had been quick enough to look as soon as the girl had fallen, they would have seen the red flush on her ass from Sally's foot.
But it was immediately lost as her whole ass flushed a deep pink from its sharp contact from the wet tile floor. A similar looking flush suffused the skin of the girl's breasts and face as she looked up into Sally's face, but it didn't come from any physical contact. It was probably from the girl's recognition of her knowing stare.
Sally leaned down to help the girl to her feet, and her breasts swung against her arm, dripping water from their now taut nipples onto her face. She opened her mouth to catch the water, then took Sally's arm and got co her feet. The two girls walked to the towel room, then into the dressing room to dry off and dress. They didn't speak until they left.
Their next hour was a free period, and the two girls walked silently along the hall until they came to an unused classroom, walked in, locked the door, and moved away so no one could see them through the glass pane.
The two girls looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then the other girl, Nan, looked away. Sally's mastery of the situation was confirmed. At her suggestion, or order, they stripped to the flesh, and sat down on the floor in front of each other, cross legged. Both girls were aroused from their encounter in the shower room.
Their cunts were still moist, coolly on the outside from the shower, and sticky-warm in the depths of the hot flesh from the excitement. Their nipples were erect, four young firm breasts without a trace of sag on their twelve-year-old bodies. Their thighs were stretched and flattened from their sitting positions, their heels digging into the soft flesh.
"Johnny took me into the cubicle," Nan began to relate her story, "and we sat down on the mat, apart from each other. Johnny seemed to be very shy. He didn't seem to want to come near me, or anything."
The boy had been shy, too shy in fact to want to approach the girl. He had been without a father since he was very young, and he had grown up with his mother. Women were superior beings to his way of thinking, and it would have been impossible for him to make sexual advances on Nan. That didn't mean, though, that he was uninterested in sex.
Far from it. He had had some problems with constipation when he was younger, and his mother had attempted to solve them using enemas. She had administered them to him naked, of course, and to avoid the possibility of a mess to herself, she had stripped also. So he had been given enemas naked over his mother's lap.
He had always liked the feel of her caressing hands on his ass, and the smooth feel of the nozzle up his asshole, and the warm flooding water in his bowels. So that when he grew old enough to realize that he got considerable pleasure from it, he refused to give it up. His mother, thinking nothing was unusual, still gave him naked enemas at twelve.
First she would fill the bag with warm water. Then they both would strip, she would sit on the toilet seat, and he would lie across her lap. His prick would usually be quite hard already, but his mother never seemed to notice.
She would take a little vaseline and grease his asshole, slipping her finger in and out to make sure it got in well.
The she'd grease the nozzle and slowly glide it in, slipping it back and forth a little, then let the warm water flow up his ass. She'd pull out the nozzle slowly, and wipe the few drops of water from the crack and let him lie across her lap, lazing her fingers around his ass cheeks while he struggled not to show her his pleasure.
Then he'd stand up, crouching over so that she couldn't see his red prick throbbing between his thighs, and she'd leave the room so that he could use the toilet. But as soon as she left he'd crouch or squat down with his thighs apart, the heavy warm water distending his bowels, the pressure extending his prick down towards the floor.
He'd stroke his prick, first with one hand, then the other, working up his tension until he couldn't stand it any longer. Then he'd stand up and sit on the toilet, and frig himself until he came. When the shuddering throbs of his orgasm wracked his body and the hot sticky come flowed into his hand, he'd let go the water from his ass.
The relief of tension from the water and the relief from the pressure built up in his balls left him slumped and exhausted on the flushing toilet. This was Johnny's hang up, and this was the way he liked sex. So when he went with Nan into the cubicle, it wasn't possible to have intercourse.
He had squatted down in front of the young girl and tried to explain to her what he wanted. Nan seemed willing to go along, so he had her wet her finger with spit, and then toy with the crinkling ring of his asshole. He sighed, and held his ass cheeks apart with his hands so she could have a better access.
Then he had her work her finger in and out, and it happened that he liked the feel of her finger better than he did the nozzle. After all, the nozzle was greased, and although he liked the greasy feeling it gave him, the roughness of her ungreased finger was better, to say nothing of the shiny pink fingernail that increased his scratching sensations.
It wasn't long before his steamy red prick was shooting its hot load of come on the floor. Nan could see the muscles of his ass clenching and unclenching as his balls spewed out their load.
She reached down and scooped up a handful of the warm sticky fluid and lathered it between her hands. She sniffed. Then she rubbed it into Johnny's ass, and over his cock and balls. The movements of her hands coaxed the last of his load out of his fast shrinking prick, now sticky with matted come and hair.
The boy dopily lay down and dropped off to sleep. Nan tried to keep his awake, after all, she wanted some fun out of the deal too, but the selfish pig wouldn't do anything for her. So she just sat there waiting for Miss Simpson to come get them, not really wanting to feel herself off alone. It just didn't suit her mood.
Sally knew Nan was hot when she started telling her story, and she had gotten hotter still, until now she really needed release. The hungry look in her eyes stirred Sally's compassion, and she wouldn't let her friend suffer. She had Nan lie back down with her legs spread apart.
Sally then got up and stood over Nan. She squatted down over the girl, looking at the distended lips of her pussy, gorged with blood, begging for release. Her nipples stood erect, waiting atop her beautiful breasts like sentinels watching for the long awaited orgasm.
She began to stroke the girl's soft skin very lightly with the palms of her hands. Around and around her belly, up to circumnavigate the globes of her breasts, quick dashes to the thick tangled bush of her pussy mound, and thence to the lips themselves, and the clit they hid.
She took one hand to her own cunt and began to frig herself to get as high as Nan was getting. Both girls took a while to get to their boiling points as Sally delayed the inevitable as long as was possible. This was new to her, and she enjoyed Nan's subservience.
She lay down at Nan's feet, and put her foot between Nan's legs so that she could fondle her clit with her toes. As soon as she began to slosh her foot around Nan's warm cunt, Nan got the idea and began to do the same to her. For what seemed an eternity they lay like that, feet to cunt, their hot pussy juices coating their twitching toes.
They both came at about the same time. Nan's leg stiffened as her orgasm began. Sally thrust her cunt down on Nan's foot to keep the stimulation coming, and frantically kept her own foot moving in Nan's cunt. Finally they both relaxed, their come juice dripping to from a pool under their cunts, lost in their release.
After a few minutes, they rose and dressed, cleaning up the room. They went off to their next class hand in hand, and because that kind of sight is a normal occurrence among girls of their age, nothing was thought about it by their friends and teachers.
The two girls became pretty good friends after that, spending nearly all of their free time together. Of course, it was only normal for two girl friends to sleep over at each other's houses, and their mothers never thought anything of their sleeping in the same bed. And they never heard any sounds, as the girls were very careful in their fun.
But all things pass, and towards the end of their junior year in high school Nan moved back east, and Sally even stopped dating until college ; none of the boys she used to date were mature enough for what she wanted.
COLLEGE JOLLIES
Sally had plenty of chances to do the things she wanted to do at the famous universly in Chicago; she was a very attractive girl in a student society very sex oriented. Many boys threw themselves at her; she had only to accept what she wanted.
One of the boys she accepted was a tall, dark-haired athlete named Jack. Jack was a brother in the fraternity house across the street from the tennis courts. It was an imposing edifice, all limestone and granite, built in the fashion of an English manor house. There was a large living room and dining room with kitchen on the first floor.
The living room had an enormous fireplace that rose the height of the room, which was two stories. There was a secret stairway in the fireplace that led to a room in the third floor study; the exit to the study appeared to be just another panel in the wall, so that no one uninitiated to the fraternity secrets knew of its existence.
There was a game room for ping-pong and pool, and a TV room in the basement, and the boys lived on the second and third floors, mostly two to a room. Jack shared his room, a large spacious corner room on the second floor with two windows with a quiet retiring lad, Ron.
Their room showed Sally's touch, with the red and blue Belgian carpet on the floor, the sparkling clean windows, and the curtains on the windows. Ron particularly disliked the curtains. They were a pink gauze, light, fluffy, and airy, and they floated in the room on the lightest breeze, but the fact remained that they were pink gauze.
Pink gauze, Ron felt, was definitely not the proper curtain material. After all, they were fraternity men; this wasn't Sally's room.
"Come on Jack, it's difficult to talk about anything else in the house these days," Ron pleaded. But pleaded is not exactly the right word to use when speaking about Ron. It would be difficult to imagine Ron pleading, because that would violate the aura of reserve Ron used to cloak his feelings and his emotions.
Jack didn't look up from his books at his desk, but he realized from the tone of Ron's voice that he was upset. "Cool off, Ron, Sal's done a lot for the both of us. You want the room looking like it did before she helped us fix it up?"
"That's not the point at all, damn it!"
"The point is the curtains stay." Jack spoke quietly, but he lifted his head up from his book, and he wasn't smiling. Ron about-faced and left the room in a huff. Jack leaned back in his chair and thought about the exchange they had just had. It was unusual for Ron to become so upset about anything, let alone a pair of curtains.
But then Ron was a strange person, and he had been rather upset when Sally had preferred Jack's company to his own at the social the house had held last year when the three young people had been together for the first time. But what was Ron going to do?
Of course he couldn't approach Sally directly; it was an unwritten law that a fellow didn't go after a fraternity brother's girl friend. It was termed buddy fucking, and was a high sin. Jack couldn't know that the plan to effect such an enterprise was indeed what was brewing in Ron's thoughts. That would have been impossible.
Ron hadn't been able to get all the details down in place perfectly as yet, but he hoped to pull it off within the week. The social had been on the first floor and basement, with dancing and drinking, normal for any party in such an intellectual society as was the fraternity house, and the game-players and talkers in the basement.
Ron was a game player, adept in all the table games that college boys so eagerly play such as cards and board games, as well as ping-pong. He was one of the better players in the house, and was now playing a mixed doubles game with Jack, Sally, and another dark-haired girl.
Both Jack and Ron were after Sally, and it became all too obvious after a while; so much so that the other girl excused herself and left to find greener pastures. Ron suggested Sally might like to walk up past the tennis courts to the pond, and Jack said that that was a fine idea; he and Sally would go.
Without another word, he took Sally's arm and led her upstairs and out of the house. Such was the beginning of Ron's attitude of revenge toward Jack and very possibly Sally as well. He managed to cover it up well, though, being Jack's roommate. Jack merely thought him taciturn.
Jack took Sally up to his room that first night after their walk. He hung his tie on the doorknob, a world-wide signal Do Not Disturb. But he also took the precaution of locking the door. He turned to Sally and took her in his arms, their lips crushing against each other Jack's hand slipped up to her breast, but Sally struck it off.
"No," she pouted, "you men. All alike. All hands."
"Aw, Sally."
"No is my answer. Why should I do anything for you?"
"You know girls like it as well as guys. Admit it."
Sally smiled. "Like what?"
"Fucking. I knew this girl last year...."
Sally was already at the door.
"Sally ... wait a second ... I didn't mean...."
"I know just exactly what you mean, Jack Reid. Just because I'm a girl and I'm with you, you think that I'm just dying to spread my legs and have you stuff your big prick in me."
"Sally, Sally, that's not what I meant at all. I didn't mean to offend you, please. Don't go."
"Give me just one good reason why I shouldn't," she spat back, her hand already on the doorknob.
"I like you a lot. I respect you. Isn't there something I could do to prove it to you, to redeem myself in your eyes?"
Jack was a little surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. He was a big man on campus, and he was a cocksman. He didn't usually say things like that to girls; they usually came across when they learned who he was.
"I don't believe you, Jack. Are you really ready to prove to me that you respect me? Just how much do you respect me?"
"I am ready to prove it, Sally. I have great respect for you. What can I do to prove it to you?"
With this exchange Sally's manner towards Jack softened perceptibly, and she walked back over to him. "Put your arms around me, big boy, and show me what you've got."
Jack didn't need to be told twice. He put his arms around Sally's shoulders and pulled her near. Her mouth was already open when their lips met. Jack's tongue dove into her mouth, fencing with hers. Her breathing deepened, a sure indication from Jack's past encounters with girls that her passion was mounting. His passion had already mounted.
His prick was an iron-hard rod in his pants, and as they kissed he rubbed his throbbing bulge against her legs, and felt her answering pressure as her thigh began a steady massage of his swollen cock. Between the rapturous feelings in his prick and Sally's passionate kissing, Jack's mind began to float away ... God she was sweet after all.
His hand gently lodged against her breast, but Sally shrugged it off. Jack's breathing became labored as his prick, crushed between his leg and the gentle pressure of Sally's thigh readied itself for coming. Sally was sweetly smiling at him, and he was so hot that he could hardly control his own actions. He wondered what she had meant about respect?
But Sally didn't say any more about it that night, and all thoughts extraneous to the business at hand fled Jack's mind. He stepped back while he still had control of himself, and began to unbutton her blouse. He removed it from her arms, turned her gently around and unhooked her bra. She turned back to him and stood still in the half light.
Jack had never seen such physical beauty. Her breasts stood pertly out from her chest, their flesh a creamy white and erect nipples brown in the shadows of the room. He bent his head and licked and sucked her stiff flesh until she moaned and stroked the back of his neck, ruffling through his longish hair.
He knelt on one knee and unzipped the zipper at the side of her skirt. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it, shedding her shoes at the same time. He trailed his fingers up her naked legs to her panties, and drew them down to her feet. She stepped out of them and stood before him smiling, naked, and extremely beautiful.
She pulled him up to his feet, and took him in her arms. She crushed her breasts against his shirt and kissed him hard on the mouth. She leaned back in his arms, the goose flesh showing on her breasts. She began to unbutton his shirt, pulled it out of his pants, then off his shoulders. She took off his undershirt, and his watch.
Jack's head was spinning as she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, scratching her fingernails on the coarse wiry bristles. Her nails began to flick his nipples, then twist them until they stood erect in futile imitation of her own. No girl had ever gotten Jack so high on sex as this girl, and he hadn't even unzipped his pants yet.
As though she noticed this oversight, Sally knelt down and slipped off his loafers and socks. She stood back up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He quickly stepped out of them and lay them across the desk. The only thing left was his shorts. Sally looked at them and saw the huge bulge in front. She licked her tips.
Then she knelt down and began to draw them down his legs. Slowly, slowly, she worked them down around his ass and legs and over the huge protruding cudgel pronging from between his legs. As she drew them the rest of the way down she blew gently along his prick, watching the quivering red cock dance and shudder to the pulse of her breath.
She helped him step out of his shorts, then rose to face him, and they stood naked facing each other, legs apart, separated only by the length of Jack's cock that was firmly lodged in the blonde curly mass of hair at the juncture of her legs. The soft curly hair stroked and caressed the swollen tip of Jack's prick with hands of its own.
He turned and led her over to the bed, and she lay down on her back, smiling up at him, the soft light shining in her eyes and on her moist red lips. He knelt down to her face and kissed her on the mouth, then trailed his lips down to her neck. He stuck out his tongue and blazed a wet trail down to her breasts to meet his hand already there.
He kneaded her breasts with his hand, squeezing them up so that their nipples begged his lips to pull at them and twist, and his tongue to push them back down into the white creamy flesh. He ran his tongue around the globes of her breasts, savoring the small beads of sweat in the crease under the full rounded pears.
His mouth trailed off across her stomach, nuzzling the taut skin stretched from ribs to cunt, digging probing his tongue into her navel before heading down further towards his dark hot reward. His lips played with the blonde curls of her cunt hair, pulling them in mock anger, nosing around and around before extending his tongue to the magic button.
The pulsing pink prisoner of her clit stretched up to meet his tongue, and her body ground itself into the mattress underneath as he twirled and licked and sucked the ocean of sweet pussy juice into his mouth. His tongue dove further into the hidden depths below her clit, running up and down the engorged lips of her gaping pussy.
His maddening tongue dove into her vagina, once, then twice, and barely escaped the convulsive clenching that futilely attempted to entrap it there forever. He licked trippingly down the length of her fabulous legs, then flipped her over, swirled his tongue on the cheeks of her ass, gave the rosebud of her hole a lick and a promise, and stood up.
Her hand had already enclosed his prick, squeezing in time to the pulsations of his blood, maddening him to the point of coming. She reached her hand back and played with his balls for a few seconds, then snaked her hand back between his legs and played in the valley between his ass, stroking from the small of his back down to his balls.
They looked at each other and could no longer stand the waiting. She pulled him down on top of her by his prick, and as he lay between her bent legs, she guided his prick to her waiting cunt. The wet heat was intense on the bulb of his prick, and she fanned the exposed shaft to underscore the contrast, stroking his ass with her other hand.
Slowly, slowly, he fell into the bottomless pit of her cunt, felt himself swallowed up by the primieval maw of her pussy. Somehow he managed to rise again, pulling his drenched machine from its cockpit, feeling the smooth velvet mouth stroke its sides. Rise after fall, rise after fall, the mouth within a mouth at the end of her cunt biting.
Their breathing mingled, mouth covered mouth, from lungs to lungs, until their flesh could stand no more. Faster they flew, he squeaking of the bed frame a descant to the soprano of the slap of their bellies and the bass of their groaning. Finally they hung suspended over the cliff of their being, and with rapid jabs they fell over the edge.
Down they fell as spasm after spasm wracked their bodies, grinding one into the other, flooding their being with the swells of come Jack's prick overpoured into Sally's thirsty cunt, overfilled and overspilled onto their legs, dripping down onto the bed, spread in the widened crack of her ass, as her legs relaxed about him and they slept.
The next night was almost a repeat of the same scene. They kissed until they were aroused to a high peak of sexuality. Sally sensed this readiness, and stepped back away from Jack's embrace. Jack's pain was almost physical as his hot cock tried to follow Sally's thigh through his pants leg. Jack panted open-mouthed as Sally smiled.
"Now we'll see how much you do respect me. You do want to show me, don't you Jack?" Jack nodded helplessly. "That's good, Jack, because if you do prove it to me, then maybe I'll be good to you. Take off all your clothes except your shorts."
Jack hesitated only for a moment; his bulging prick won the very short argument with his protesting vanity. He shucked off his shoes, and socks, then shed his shirt, trousers and undershirt. Clad only in his jocky shorts, he stood before Sally, his prick a huge bulge in the front. Sally walked up to him and stood with her legs apart.
"Turn around, Jackie. That's a good little boy."
When Jack turned, Sally grabbed the back of his shorts and yanked them upwards, forcing the wad of material up between the cheeks of his ass. Jack's legs trembled as Sally's fingers grazed the skin of his ass cheeks, swirling about in a light pattern.
"Turn back around now. Poor little Jackie, all hard." She pouted like a little girl, and Jack nodded dumbly, his jaw slack. She reached out and took the waistband of his shorts and drew them down the front, letting Jack's massive cock and balls spring free to point tremblingly at her.
With her other hand she ran one fingernail along the underside of his inflamed member, smiling at the responsive shiver in his frame. She then hooked the drawn-down waistband of his shorts under his balls. The elastic pressed his balls upward onto his prick, and forced his prick to stand straight up against his stomach.
Although the pressure was uncomfortable at first, in a few seconds it became very pleasurable, especially as Jack realized that he should undergo some sort of humiliation for the way he had acted earlier towards Sally. Sally sat back on the edge of Jack's desk and raised her skirt up over her hips. Jack devoured her thighs in his eyes.
She told him to get down on his knees and approach her, which he did without hesitation. She ordered him to remove her panties with his mouth, without touching her with his hands. In fact, if he used his hands at all tonight without her leave, she would immediately go home.
Jack clasped his hands behind his back, and leaned forward, took the waistband of her panties in his teeth. As she lifted her ass off the desk so that he could remove her panties, she lifted her cunt forward so that his face dragged through her pussy hair.
The odor was intoxicating. Shudders of pleasure shook Jack's prick as he bent forward to his next task, one which he undertook without having to be ordered. He could see Sally's pussy hanging open, her cunt juice coating all the shiny pink inner surfaces with a glistening wet delicious candy.
Pushing out his tongue, he searched for the little love button in its hooded nest. Flicking it back and forth first, he soon settled down to a slow circular motion, pushing her clit around in a circle, lubricated by her own warm pussy juices. He managed to taste a little of her juices as he pressed on his task, and it sent him back for more.
She obliged him, and flowed heavily enough so that Jack's face became coated with her juices, and he began to use his nose and chin to massage other areas of her crotch while working her clit with his tongue.
Sally looked down at Jack rooting around like the pig he was at her warm honey pit. He did have the touch, she had to admit. She settled back on the desk, giving him more of herself to service. His busy tongue swirled the blood pounding through her veins, bringing her closer and closer to the pinnacle of her orgasm.
She lifted one leg over his shoulder, letting the other trail down to his stomach. She pressed it against his hot cock and began to rub it around and around his stomach. Jack had never been so thrilled in his life. Now she was giving him back some of the pleasure he was still giving her hot wet cockpit.
He burrowed his face into her pussy, stopping now and then only long enough to send his tongue burgeoning into her asshole. He teased the pink crinkly ring of her ass, forcing his tongue against her muscle, feeling it relax only long enough to let him enter before trapping him with his tongue up her hole and her ass cheeks smothering his face.
He could feel her climax approaching. Her cunt spasms sharpened in intensity and were becoming much more frequent. The sloshing squishing of her pussy on his face filled his ears and heightened his pleasure.
He could feel the motion of her foot on his pulsating cock become spasmotic. He panicked; he was so close himself that he couldn't stand any cessation of his pleasure.
"Don't stop now, damn you. Put your face to work. Move." When he reacted less than instantly, Sally took her foot completely off his prick and lowered it so that it pressed against his balls which were being held steady against his prick by the waistband of his shorts. They couldn't escape her pressure, and he felt the beginning of a dull ache.
"If you don't bring me off right now I'll cream your balls so hard they'll fall out your asshole." And she shoved her foot hard against his balls to show him she meant business. Jack shoved his face back into her cunt ferociously, but not because of her threat.
He did so because the pressure on his balls sent his blood racing back to his prick, and the feel of her bare foot on his fevered flesh and the pressure on his balls brought him to fulfillment, sending huge globs of hot spunk shooting up to his stomach.
The come dripped back down onto his prick and balls and Sally's foot, and the slippery warm stickiness added the final impetus to her own taut nerves, and she came violently. She thrust her cunt against Jack's face, working off the final throes of her orgasm. Jack was so happy he didn't protest when she made him lick his cold come off her foot.
Jack was hard again, just from remembering his first weekend with Sally. He got up to make sure the door was locked, then lay down on the bed and unzipped his fly. He dug his underpants waistband from under his belt and hitched it down under his balls so that they were firmly pressed up against his prick. The dull pressure began to build.
He traced lazy whorls of patterns with one finger dragging lightly on the loose skin on the underside of his prick which now lay open beneath the gaping maw. of his open zipper. He thought back over the months he had known Sally, and the different ways he had learned to enjoy being humiliated and hurt sexually.
One time, he remembered, Sally had sat on his face nude on the bed. He could see the gaping wet cunt open above his eyes lower itself until the hot gash covered his face and hid his view of her bulging thighs straddling his head. She had leaned her head over so that her face lay on his sweating taut stomach.
She had held his prick down next to her face on his belly, pinching the tip with a fingernail, licking the side of his trembling shaft with little flicks of her tongue until he came, flooding his stomach.
Another time when her hair was long she had made him stand naked before her blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, stroking first here, then there, always unexpectedly until he was beside himself with desire. Then she whipped his throbbing prick and balls with the unbraided end of her ponytail until he shot his load on the floor.
But that was remembering the past, and Jack's erection was now, in the present. His hot cock was throbbing now under the tracing of his finger. He stopped his finger and waited for his tension to subside to a manageable level before getting up from the bed and stripping off his shoes, shirt, slacks, and underwear.
His underwear except for his jockey shorts, so that when he lay back on the bed, his only garment was his jockey shorts with the waistband under his balls. He reached under his ass on the bed and crammed the material of his shorts between his ass cheeks. The warm rough material felt good in his sweaty ass, twisting his ball sack at its base.
He began to tap on his balls lightly with one finger. Since his prick was monstrously big already, and since the waistband of his shorts helped, his balls were helpless to escape the tapping. Jack felt the pressure increase, and opened his hand so all his fingers were striking at the same time, and increased slightly the force of his strokes.
Sweat soon stood out on his forehead as the pain heightened, but it was a good pain, a pain that Jack wanted, needed. Just shoving his prick in some girl's cunt was no good any more. Sally was right. He wasn't just some ordinary guy. Slap! Slap! He didn't just want to shove it in. Slap! Slap! He needed pain, torture, for his release.
Jack was slapping at his balls in earnest now, and his climax was nearing. That was just one more reason, he thought, why Sally was good for him. She not only knew how to humiliate him, she knew how to prolong his torture until he thought his balls would burst and his prick break off in her hands before he would earn her pity and her release.
He lost control of himself as the throbbing come of his orgasm gripped his body. His slapping stopped, and he grabbed a pair of Sally's old soiled panties he had begged from her after one of her visits.
He grabbed his pulsing cock with her panties and frigged himself with the silky handful until the hot come stopped spurting out in thick gobs over his hand. He sighed, and released for the moment from the demands of his cock and balls, turned over and dropped off to sleep.
While Jack had been beating his meat in his room, Ron was laying his plans for his big triumph. Tonight was to be the big night. He knew that Sally was due to come over at about seven-thirty, and since her sessions with Jack usually lasted for about three hours, he figured that any time then he could catch them bare-assed.
He had listened now and then outside the door of the room when Sally had been treating Jack in the manner he wished, and he knew that if he could expose Jack to the fraternity, their scorn would repay him for having stolen Sally away.
Tonight was the night for a pledge function. None of the other initiated brothers knew about it, but the pledges were going to kidnap one of the brothers. This was an old tradition, and usually involved taking one of the brothers out bodily to a car, through the hoots and derisive cheers of the rest of the brothers.
Then they'd drive out to some hell and gone location in the suburbs and let him out of the car penniless. Without seeming obvious to the pledges, Ron had planted in their minds the idea of having Jack as their victim for the kidnaping. They took to the idea very well.
There was not too much he could say as to their choice of evening for the event, but since Sally and Jack got together almost every night in Jack's room, odds for success were pretty good. All he had to do was be sure to be in the hall with some of the other brothers when the pledges came running up the stairs from their pledge meeting in the basement.
Ron was careful not to eat dinner in the house that evening, for fear of betraying his attitude to Jack through some too friendly action. He had a sandwich in one of the coffeehouses behind a bookstore in the neighborhood, one which was expensive, but all the important people on campus could be seen in there at one time or another.
He browsed about the bookstore for a time before going to the restaurant behind, looking through some of the books. He picked up a book from one of the political history displays when he caught sight of the girl.
She was standing on the other side of the display, and she didn't see him at all. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts standing braless under her shirt. He could see the fine high points of her nipples and had to struggle to contain himself, as he didn't want to come before his victory tonight. He hurried on into the restaurant.
JACK AND RON GET THEIRS
The coffeehouse seemed to be dressed up for the evening for some reason, for there were long flowing white table cloths on each table and Damn! Of all the rotten luck! There was Jack sitting alone at one of the tables. And it was too late to turn away, Jack had already seen him and beckoned him over.
"Hi, Ron, have a seat." It seemed impossible to refuse his invitation and not leave an indelible impression in Jack's mind, a strangeness which would be sure to connect him with what was going to happen later on.
"Thanks Jack. I just stopped by to have a sandwich...." They began to talk after he ordered, and he wondered where Sally was. It was unusual these days to find Jack alone anywhere, let alone such a social function as eating. But just as the waitress brought his food, he found out.
Who else could it be under the table, unzipping his fly and hauling out his already rigid cock into the cool air? Why else would Jack begin to smile as the expression of surprise fled across his face when he felt her touch? And who else would do such a thing? Ron could hardly concentrate on eating. That is, eating his sandwich. Another kind of eating was very much on his mind.
That was the kind of eating that Sally was doing with his prick under the table. A warm wet mouth had captured his prick, and was chewing, sucking, slopping, slurpping at his meat, eating, devouring, driving him out of his mind. It began to move back and forth along his prick like a cunt, fucking his prick with her mouth like a cunt.
The sliding would stop, and a gentle sucking would start with her tongue and cheeks doing the work. Back and forth, fucking and sucking until Ron thought he would burst. And Jack, that bastard, asking how he liked his sandwich just as he was coming. Sally must have let him know, somehow, under the table.
Ron slumped back in his chair, and he felt the hands that had invaded his clothing and captured his cock return their defeated captive to its quiet nest. He burst up from the table as Jack began to laugh, and fled from the restaurant. His mind burned with the thought that tonight was his turn to get even with them, especially after this.
The pledge meeting had started right on time, and the excitement was at fever pitch. The pledges rather liked the idea of kidnapping Jack Reid, as he had never been too active in the house since they had pledged. They looked at it as getting Jack involved more deeply in something they believed in. They didn't know how deep he was in with Sally.
In fact, it was his involvement with her that had kept him from being more active in the house; it was now going to cause his disgrace. She had come back to the house with him after dinner, and they had gone right up to his room. As was their custom, they had a glass of sherry and some of the cheese they kept there for these occasions.
At Sally's request Jack stripped and put his hands behind his head. She sat down on the bed, still fully clothed, and had Jack stand naked in front of her with his legs apart and his hands still behind his head. His prick was already hard from expectation, and she let him simmer for a while, just lying back and looking at his hot rigid cock.
She ordered him to close his eyes and keep them closed, and he stood there, cock quivering, feeling her eyes devouring his manhood. She took her wineglass and poured an inch of sherry in the bottom. Taking his cock in one hand, she bent it downwards toward the floor, pressing his balls back between his legs.
She brought the wineglass down and moved it so that his prick was in the glass, with its huge head forcing the deep amber liquid up almost to the brim. Two inches of cock was submerged. She moved the wineglass away, freeing his cock, then gently released the blood-hot playtoy so that it stood, covered with the warm sweet wine.
Lovingly she took his prick in her mouth and sucked off the wine. After she had drunk most of the wine in the glass in this way, she leaned back to look up at Jack. Her lips had shown him heaven, and his hips were thrust forward, mutely begging for their further caress.
She got up again and put another inch of wine in the glass and set it down on the floor. She had him get up on the bed on all fours with his legs apart. His cock was very stiff, throbbing with the delights she had ministered to it. She reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, drew it back between his legs, and ordered him to bring his thighs together.
In this position, his huge stiff cock and balls were tightly pressed against the back of his thighs right under his asshole. Even if she had just left him in this position it would have been pleasurable, for there was considerable tension on his prick due to its unnatural position, but she didn't leave him alone for a minute.
She ran her fingernail on a line from the top of the crack in his ass to the tip of his prick, her fingernail scratching his asshole, balls, and prick in one straight line. She gently tugged the hairs in his ass, pinched the huge mushroom tip of his cock, and slapped his balls a little. She didn't forget his asshole, manipulating it with two fingers.
She kept this up, this manipulation of his genitals as though they weren't part of him at all, until it was apparent that he was on the verge of coming. She brought the wineglass down beneath his prick, and then began to frig him very rapidly. He came in an instant, his hot sticky come shooting into the wineglass.
Sally watched his spurting prick fill the glass with come and overflow onto the back of his thighs and go limp with relief. She held up the wineglass, full now with a golden murky thick viscous wine-come and held it to Jack's lips for him to drink.
At that moment the door of the room was jimmied and the pledges burst upon them, finding them literally with Jack's tail between his legs, and his nose in his come. There was a loud raucous laugh somewhere behind the pledges, a laugh that sounded as though the laugher knew the kind of life Jack would lead in the house from now on.
Jack's life at the fraternity had been hell; Sally had hung around with him after Ron's revenge had hit long enough to learn that. It was an unbearable situation, and Jack had finally solved the problem for them all by transferring to a school back East.
She had by this been left without a source of sexual pleasure. She had become so dependent on him because he had so perfectly become the type of person who enjoyed giving her the kind of pleasure she needed.
She decided to see if her old attraction of Ron could be made to bear new fruit. The qualities in him which had led to the public humiliation of her and Jack were probably revenge and a little sadism which rose to the surface under emotional prompting.
She knew that sometimes there was only a thin line between sadism, where the pain and humiliation is inflicted to receive pleasure, and masochism, where the pain and humiliation inflicted bring pleasure to the victim. If the line could be crossed with Ron, she could again anjoy the kind of sexual experiences she craved.
And a little revenge on her part would be in order, she felt. The problem had to be approached with great delicacy, however, because Ron already distrusted her. She decided to use a very meek and humble approach with him, hoping to arouse some of his dominant tendencies which she felt sure she could convert to submis-siveness.
With this idea in mind she began hanging out with the group of people who put on plays at the open air theater by the pond. The group was Shakespearian, and they were casting for Othello. She knew that Ron not only enjoyed reading Shakespeare, but playing it as well. She knew he was the best player in the group, and he was chosen to play the lead.
Sally saw that her plan was to be very simple. She had become distantly friendly with Ron again, and they began to discuss various aspects of the play together, and she began to help him read through his lines. Othello was the perfect play for her, because the title role is of a man who at one point becomes very jealous of his wife.
It would be a simple matter for them to run through the scene again and again until she got his emotions to carry him away, and he would think himself in Othello's place.
It was a very warm summer's evening in May and Ron and Sally were working on the play. They had already been at work in Ron's room for a while, and the room was very warm. Ron looked up from the test he was using to see that she had already removed her shorts and was now unbuttoning her blouse.
Her sweat glistened through the silky sheen of the diaphonous panties clinging to the cheeks of her ass, and it was with difficulty that Ron forced himself to listen to her explanation that the stifling warmth would be too much for her fully clothed. Wouldn't he be more comfortable if he stripped down to his shorts? He agreed.
They set to work again, and the combination of the warmth in the room and the odor of Sally's warm sweaty body made Ron feel a little detached from reality and more fully immersed in his role of the jealous man. The references to the unfaithfulness of his wife in the play seemed to inflame him to a much greater degree now.
It seemed more like man and wife to argue semi-naked as they were doing. Sally's role of self defense made her seem all the more vulnerable with only bra and panties covering her nakedness. The situation had gotten to Ron in a very noticeable way. His prick was huge.
It bulged out of his undershorts and swung back and forth when he stalked about the room role playing. Sally saw that the time was right, and complaining of warmth again, she stripped off her bra and panties and stood naked before him. This caused a further tensing in his already hot cock, so it was only natural for her to suggest he free himself.
They went back to work, and now Ron was completely lost in the play. Sally's odor permeated the room, and the light glistened over the sweat standing out on her skin to lose itself in the darkness of her blonde pussy bush between her wet thighs. Beads of sweat dropped from her nipples.
Ron strode back and forth, and the power of his heavy cock and balls amplified the power of his role as he railed against Sally for her indiscretions. He grabbed her around the neck from behind, thrusting himself up against her ass. His prick slid in the sweat, and lodged itself in the crack of her ass where the firm cheeks met the tops of her firm white pillars of sweaty warm flesh.
Sally could see she'd gone too far. Ron was completely caught up in the play; she was his unfaithful wife in his mind, and she struggled to get away. It was no use. Sally was caught fast; the more she struggled, the more he screamed the lines of the play at her, ramming his fevered cock at her ass in a frenzied spasm of hate and jealousy.
It couldn't possibly have lasted very long, and was indeed over quickly. Ron was much too excited, and he came in great flowing pulses all over her sweet little ass, the warm sticky come spurting onto the hot white flesh. He froze as his senses returned and he realized what he'd done. He was horror stricken, and his voice failed.
He pulled away from her, the air flowing over his cock cooling the spunk, shrinking his cock and his feeling of power at the same time. As he stumblingly began to apologize to her for what he had done, she realized that the time she had been waiting for had come.
Sally slapped him across the face and called him every filthy vile name she could think of. Why had he thought he could use her as if she were so much kleenex for him to jag off into? What kind of man was he to use a woman that way? Couldn't he get satisfaction in any normal way? What about her? Was he just going to leave her all hot with no way to go?
Her tirade had the effect she wanted. It reduced Ron to a mumbling idiot who begged her for forgiveness, who would do anything he could to apologize to her for his actions, to give her release.
She made him lie down on the floor on his back and keep his eyes open as she stood across his body; he was looking up at her crotch, and he could see the tangle of blonde hair that guarded her pussy coated with the cooling sticky come ... embarrassed ... had to look away....
"Damn you, I told you to look at me ... what's the matter? Can't you stand to see what you've done? You filthy pig ... polluting me like this. You like to spunk, do you? Do you like your sperm? Do you like to feel it with your mouth, and with your hands?"
Saying this she squatted down and began to slide her cunt back and forth on his face, scraping off the cold sperm. She made him lick off with his tongue all she couldn't get off by scraping, and then she made him tongue her clit until she came violently, shuddering and rocking back and forth, grinding her sloppy pussy on his face.
Finished, spent, relaxed, Sally looked down at Ron beneath her, lying with his face covered with his own sperm, her pussy juice, and a little of the shit she had deliberately left in her asshole which had caught on his nose. She told him how sorry she was that she had gotten him so dirty, and how much she wanted to help him get cleaned up.
As his face brightened from the obvious show of concern on her part, she relaxed her control of her full bladder, and her steamy hot smelly piss flooded his face. Her piss flowed and flowed over his face and hair, staining the carpet he lay on, drying quickly to a cold, smelly residue.
Sally dressed and strode from the room, satisfied with the revenge she had wrought on the bastard. She had gotten through graduate school without finding any more partners for the kind of sex she wanted. For one thing, she was very busy. It wasn't easy to go to graduate school at the famous university in Chicago. First you had to apply.
Really, you had to be invited to apply; then once you got in, you had to work very hard just to keep from being lost in the shuffle. Second, the kind of people she met from that time onward were just not the kind of people she wanted to get involved with. Not that there weren't plenty of people who wanted her; and she even dated some.
But she just couldn't seem to get interested in any of the people who took her out. She was grateful to one boy who took her to one of the fraternity row parties. She was down in the basement makeout room with him, trying to disengage herself from his many hands, when she noticed a familiar face on the couch across the room.
She tore free and walked over, and there was Nan, her eyes bright with happiness at seeing Sally again. The two of them said goodbye to their dates and went upstairs and out of the house to take a walk and talk over old times and what had befallen them since last they'd met. Nan had grown up into a beautiful woman, and she had a striking figure.
As they talked, Sally realized that she was remembering more and more the one incident in which she had enjoyed her body with Nan. The feeling was compounded by the fact that because she had been drinking quite a bit that evening, mostly beer, her bladder was full to bursting, and somehow somewhere she was going to have to take a piss.
The heavy stretching of her bladder pressed against her organs and seemed to caress her from her inside. The pressure of her piss building up inside her became very sensual in nature, and the pain of keeping it in became the pleasure of a caress. Finally when she could stand it no longer, she convinced Nan to come into the bushes with her.
She hiked up her skirt, and took off her shoes and panties to protect them from being drenched. Nan found it in her to do the same, for while the need to piss wasn't that urgent yet with her, it would be much more fun to do it now with Sally. Sally's cunt glistened with sex juice from her arousal from her piss as much as from Nan's eyes.
She began to frig herself with two fingers, chasing her clit madly around its wet cockpit in an attempt to build her tension up as much as possible. Nan reached out her hand and took over the task, wetting her fingers, drenching them in Sally's flowing cunt. She could feel a little spurt of hot piss shoot into her hand.
She rubbed it into Sally's cunt, the hot piss steaming on the cool night. Sally's cunt hung loose and open, sopping wet from pussy juice and piss. She quickly gave Sally's clit a couple of frigs, and the piss stopped flowing. Sally groaned as the rising sensations cut off the flow of hot piss and the relief it would give her bladder.
Nan halted for a second, and the stream tricklingly began to flow for a few seconds, then became a gushing torrent, pouring over Nan's hand, splashing through her fingers. The flow was shut off as Nan began again to massage Sally's clit. She raced it around until Sally was at the peak of her come, then pushed her over, frigging furiously.
As the spasms shook Sally's body the piss began to gush out of her cunt again, released from any sexual restraint, splashing over Nan's hand.
Seemingly gallons of piss shuddered out of her spent body as she flooded her release onto the waiting Nan. Nan herself was very hot now, and lifted up one leg like a bitch dog and let a hot stream of piss shoot to the ground. Then she sat back on her haunches and frigged herself off.
So ended Sally's sexual experiences at the university.
SALLY AT THE INSTITUTE
Sally's first morning, the first of her stay at the institute, dawned brightly over the stern buildings. Its warm brightness invaded the room, causing her to awaken to a yellow-red blindness as she tried to focus her eyes against the light. She stretched her body in the sheets, feeling the taut material rub her naked flesh, then rose from the bed.
She walked into the bathroom; first she brushed her teeth, then sat on the toilet stool, her flesh crawling for a moment at the touch of the cold plastic seat. She looked around her. The room's interior was concrete cinder block, and the walls were painted an off white. The floor was a dark vinyl tile, clean and well polished.
The bed was a single twin bed that slid under a bolster to form a couch. There was a nice-size closet, a desk and chair, and a chest of drawers. She shared the bathroom with the next room, as yet vacant. The rooms had an antiseptic aspect about them, as if they'd never been in. Or maybe they weren't designed with people's comfort in mind.
She scratched under her right breast. The flesh of her nipple stiffened in response to her fingernail and in response to the general level of tension in her body. She hadn't had any sex except for her own fingers for longer than she cared to remember, and just thinking about it caused the blood to flow to her cunt, gorging it to hang wetly open.
She frowned; this was a little too early. She was never against a good spend, and there was really nothing quite like it to start the day off right, if you counted a finger frig a good spend. But Sally never looked down her nose at the only thing she was lusky enough to have at the moment. Without it she might have gone crazy the past two years.
But the trouble was that she had to take a shit; she liked to spend sitting on the toilet in the morning, then hop right in and take a good hot shower. After towelling down, she felt like a million dollars, and good for the whole day. This had been her pattern ever since she had had to forego the comforts of a normal sex life.
But she wanted to take a shit, and the excitement in her pussy was tensing her muscles so that she couldn't let it go. And if she spent first, it would destroy her mood having to wait until her body calmed down before she could shit and shower. She was caught on the horns of a dilemma, and she didn't have much time to make up her mind.
Then, like a flash of light, the idea struck. Hadn't Nan told her once about Johnny and the enema's delight? Maybe she could have her shit and spend it too if she could just figure out a way ... of course! Her douche bag. Her dust-gathering bag of dreams in her hope chest. She could get some good out of it after all.
She raced over to her dresser and dug through her clothes until she located her equipment. She found some vaseline, and prepared, she ran back into the bathroom. She filled the bag with warm water, and lay down on her side on the floor. She greased her asshole with one finger dipped in the gunk, then decided to make it two; the nozzle was big.
She had a moment of panic as she tried to get the nozzle up her ass the first time. The spread end was almost too large for her tiney rosebud to handle. But she managed to relax enough to stretch it far enough that it finally got in. Her immediate reaction, which she managed to stifle, was to flex her sphincter. She relaxed.
She began to slide the nozzle up and down her asshole, easier with each movement. She began to get a very full feeling, building up the pressure she felt in her cunt. Now she really had to shit. Her ass pressed against the nozzle, forcing it against her hand. She kept it firmly in place, the tension heightening.
Her pussy was wetter than ever, and she began to feel a little light-headed, dizzy, from the unaccustomed sensations. All of a sudden she was in trouble. The friction of the nozzle along her asshole coupled with the resistance she held against her ass shitting out the hard plastic was pushing the gathering tension far out of her control.
It was now or never. She let go the clip on the hose, and the hot water flooded up into her asshole. The wonderful warmth spread all through her body, suffocating her, stifling her until she couldn't breathe. The pulsing splashing water took her to the top of her mind, every muscle scenched waiting for the final little push over the edge.
She gave herself the littlest of little pushes. She plucked the nozzle from her ass, and the reflex clenching of her asshole kissing the greasy black plastic good-bye set her off. She sat on the toilet as her muscles convulsed, firing her nerves. Her cunt throbbed without being touched, as the water and shit flowed out of her ass in convulsive spurts.
She sat back on the seat, surprised and happy. It was the first time she had ever had a come where she hadn't even touched her cunt. She got up and stepped into the shower, adjusting the hot water to blast upon her flesh full force. She soaped her body liberally, the kneading of her fingers on her flesh toning her muscles back after her come.
She dried herself off, paying especial attention to the moist area between her legs. I never seem to be able to get my hot little pussy really dry, she thought. Just like prohibition. The more you stay away from it, the wetter you get. Wonder if I'll ever find the dry vermouth. Ouch, I hope it's not too dry. Martini, martinus, really big penis.
Humming to herself she stepped in front of the mirror to pick out her outfit. It had to be something really special, today was her first day on the job. Just the thing. Her new body stocking was a black lace flower pattern. She stepped into it, and looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect. Nothing could really be seen, but then nothing was hidden.
No stockings needed, she thought, so no need for a garter belt or girdle. No panties, and the top of this thing is tight enough that I don't need a bra. My long sleeve white silk blouse, open at the neck, and a midi-length black velvet skirt. She was beautiful in the outfit, and as she swirled, her skirt, slit almost to her waist, showed black lace.
She drove her brush through her thick blonde hair until it shone, then gathered it up in one hand, feeling the soft silky smooth heft, then wound a rubber band around it into a pony tail. She caught the effect in the mirror; she looked like a little girl with the pony tail, but her body was that of a woman. The contrast was enticing.
Since she'd probably work in the lab, most of her day would be spent behind a white apron. The men would just have to catch her before she started work. She stepped out into the hall, closed the door behind her, took a deep breath and started off down the hall. Only she didn't get very far at all. Two steps, and a voice stopped her.
"Very nice, ve-ree nice indeed. Dr. Shovetzin? I'm Herb Nearly, and we'll be working together on your new project. Just...." but he never got a chance to finish, before Sally cut him down.
"No wonder you're Nearly with that approach. You'll never make it."
She gave him a long hard look, her eyes locking into his gaze, and he had to look away. The first test of mastery was passed; Sally had him for the taking, if he proved desireable.
"Come with me to the lab, Mr. Nearly," and they strode off down the corridor, Sally in the lead, and Nearly hurrying to keep up with her. They entered the lab, and Sally closed the door and locked it, then turned to face her new assistant. She leaned back against the lab bench, and spread her legs slightly. Her slit skirt slipped open.
Nearly's nervousness increased noticeably at the sight of the long, black lace-covered legs with the black velvet draping. He couldn't keep his eyes from trying to peer up into the dark hidden area hidden under the top of her skirt. Sally hid a smile as she saw the beginning of a nice-sized bulge in his pants.
"What are you looking at?" Nearly's eyes bulged at the question, and he looked up at her face to find her glaring at him, but he couldn't hold her gaze. He furtively looked away, but she wouldn't let him off that easy. "How would you like it if all I tried to do was stare under your clothing at your cock? Don't you have any manners at all?"
Nearly was very embarrassed, and he tried to mumble an answer, but couldn't make himself coherent. She got up and walked over to him, and reaching out, grabbed his bulging prick through the fabric of his pants and squeezed it. She felt it throb in her hand, and watched his face as the rigid flesh swelled to monstrous proportions in his trousers.
She moved her hand on his prick until his face told her that he was ready to come, then she frigged him furiously. His body sagged back against the wall as his hot cock spurted his sticky come into his underclothing, drenching the soft cotton fabric with the cool drying spend. As the spunk dried, the hairs around his prick were caught.
As they were caught in the sticky mess, they were pulled taut, then tauter. Nearly grabbed at his pants in an effort to relieve himself of the pain, but Sally slapped his hand away.
"When you do something with me, I call the shots. You ask for permission, and I'm the one who gives orders. Do you understand?"
Nearly was bent almost double by the pull on his cock hairs, but he managed to nod his head vigorously, and then mumble his request that he be allowed to relieve himself. Sally was furious!
"Can't you speak any better than that? You're supposed to be an educated man and all you can do is mumble. The answer to your request is no. I deny you permission." Nearly begged; the pain was almost intolerable. Sally really had him by the short hairs.
Stupid bastard, she thought, this really isn't a conquest. Too easy. She made him get up on his knees while she sat back in front of him against a desk. He looked stupidly up at her, the discomfort evident on his face. She caressed his face and smiled at him.
"Now you know what you're going to have to do for me, don't you Herbie? You're going to have to make me happy with your tongue. And I don't mean that I want you to make any noise with it, I want it to caress my cunt, swirl about my clit, take all the juices my little pussy gives you and taste their sweetness.
"Rub you face in my gaping flesh. Nibble my cunt with your lips, and spend a little time with my asshole. I love it when a tongue slips in and out on quick little trips down from my pussy."
Even if Nearly had dared to utter anything in objection to what Sally had ordered, it would have been muffled and lost as she took the back of his neck in the palm of her hand and lodged his face in her cunt. She pushed down on the top of his head, and his protruding tongue tickled the lips of her cunt down, and her lips upon hers on the way up.
He got the idea that this was what she wanted, and as he fell into the pattern he was rewarded by a pat on his head. She let her skirt slip further back from her body as she spread herself out to his searching mouth. His face had found the opening in her lacy body-stocking, and he nibbled up and down the by now dripping wet lips of her cunt.
He began to stroke her thighs with his fingertips, and as he traced patterns of black lace over the creamy white thick flesh, his prick began to harden again. He could feel the blood surging into his stiffening cock as the aura of her sensuality pervaded his mind. His whole world existed in the axis defined by her cunt, his face, and his prick.
He searched the continents of her flesh, pushing up the limbs of the forest of her thighs so that a panorama of sex, from her clit at the north to her asshole at the cherry-red southern tip was a gorge surrounded by the heaped flesh of her thighs and ass. He traveled the gorge, swooping his tongue from north to south, up and down.
This positioning and activity left his hand free, and Sally didn't notice the difference as his swiftly moving tongue stirred her blood to harder pulses. He unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, which swelled in the cool air, released from the confining tension of his pants. He began to run his fingers along its lengthening shaft.
His own blood raced faster in response to his sure touch as he pushed the loose skin back and forth over his engorged flesh. He cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing gently, and the gentle pressure, combined with the increased on the skin of his red pulsing shaft brought his second orgasm of the morning close to the point of explosion.
Nearly was rudely jerked from this warm encompassing wave of sensuality by Sally's hand, which just at this moment descended to his head. It grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, and Nearly was on his feet before he knew what was happening to him. The pain on his scalp was enough to push him back from the brink of orgasm.
"Is your head so full of shit you can't hear me when I tell you to stand up? Grab your prick with your hand. If you come before I tell you to, you'll be in real trouble. Now stand between my legs-put the tip of your prick against the top of my pussy, like this-against my clit. Now frig me with the tip of your prick, jack off."
Sally leaned back against the desk, and Nearly was shaking his prick up and down against her clit. He managed to keep his hand pretty steady on his hot red prick, so that he wasn't in danger of being carried away to coming by the delicious friction of her warm wet pussy against the swollen mushroom of his cock-head.
Nearly could see that she was almost ready to come and he summoned up his courage and leaped into the breech. Literally. He pushed forward on top of her, and his stiff prick rammed up her sloppy wet cunt, stretching her pussy back to her spine. She looked at him with a smile of amazement as the new friction of his hand and prick combined sent her over the top.
It was all he could do to keep from coming himself as he watched her throw back her head, open her mouth in a soundless scream of delight, her eyes bulging out of her head from the irresistible force of her come. Her cunt rippled up and down the length of his rigid cock, gripping and caressing him like another hand.
Her legs gripped his middle, and her arms flung themselves around his back, and his shirt parted from his back under the sundering strokes of her fingernails. Finally it ended. Sally's muscles relaxed, and her breathing slowed to a more normal pace. She saw him again, and seeing, smiled up at him as she relaxed her legs and stood them back on the floor.
"Did you go Herbie baby? No?" and with a snarl, "and you're not going to come in my cunt, you dirty fucking bastard. Cramming that slimy prick up my poor defenseless body. Get out." She pushed against his chest with both hands, and the move took him by surprise. He stumbled back away from her, his prick throbbing violently in the air.
He reached for his aching cock with both hands, doubled his body over, and frigged himself furiously. Sally showered him with scorn, concentrating upon his displacement from her cunt and the subsequent necessity to use his hand where most men use the wet flesh of a willing naked woman. The scorn only egged him on, and his sperm pulsed from his shuddering body.
Nearly collapsed into the puddle of sperm he had shot onto the floor, and Sally had to call the building janitor to come and clean up the mess. Nearly managed to get himself straightened up by the time the janitor arrived, but he hadn't had time to clean up the mess on the floor, and the look he got from the janitor let him know it was all over.
All over the complex of buildings that made up the institute by the time he got to the locker to pack up and leave. He knew why people laughed when he said good-bye and ran out the door, forever.
THE PERFECT SUBJECT
Sally got herself cleaned up for the second time that morning and looked at her watch. Just enough time to make it to the staff cafeteria for lunch so she could meet her colleagues and the directors of the Institute. Her long-awaited opportunity for research was at hand, and she was anxious to begin just as soon as she could.
She entered the door of the cafeteria and stopped, looking around to try to determine where the directors would be sitting. She was supposed to join them for lunch, and if she could ... ah, there where the man was standing up with a smile, waving her over. Sally answered his smile with her own and walked over to his table.
"Gentlemen," he began when she got there, "this is our new researcher, Dr. Shovetzin; Sally, please sit down here, next to me of course, and let's all get acquainted." The lunch was pleasant, and Sally waded through the pleasantries to fathom the personality of the man she would have to deal with in her project, the area director.
They walked back towards her laboratory after leaving the others at the elevator, and she told him how glad she was that Nearly was no longer with them, and that she wouldn't have to work with him. That brought up the point that the experiment needed a subject, one who had a personality most likely to produce the results desired.
She also asked for an assistant, a woman this time, someone whom she could choose at her own pleasure from the personnel files. As the room in her suite was empty, she could see no reason why the woman couldn't live right next door, ready for study and consultation whenever needed. A good idea, and she convinced the director it was.
Sally got the written authority the next day, and included was the authority to pick her own subject. She went directly down to the personnel office and explained herself to the clerk in charge, and was given a thick stack of folders of all the women employees on the staff who could be expected to work competently on the project.
After two hours of wading through endless papers, pictures, inky forms, and paper clips, Sally realized that the girl she sought wasn't here. The girl clerk explained that there were two more folders, but the women they concerned were only applicants; they weren't staff yet, and the girl gave her the folders to peruse.
The first folder contained nothing of interest, but the second held great promise. Sally checked the folder out and took it back to her room to study at length after dinner.
She hurried through the meal, bolting her food in her rush to examine the folder. Her conversation with her colleagues was less than sparkling, and several times she realized that people were looking at her, waiting for her to speak. Finally she got away.
The girl's name was Roberta Clemson. She was two inches shorter than Sally, and good looking, but not exceptional. Her background was unexceptional, good family in a well-to-do-type suburb, good high school and top marks, then college and grad school. What attracted her interest was her hobbies and private interests.
Roberta's professed choices of activities to spend her own free time were reading and painting. Both were solitary activities, and no mention was made of the kind of thing that might lead to masculine companionship. This could mean either she was shy and retiring, or she disliked men; either way she would fit the need well.
The area director approved her choice as a matter of course, and her next job was finding the proper subject. This was a much easier task, as the Institute's computer spewed forth a thick wad of paper which contained a listing of all the listed volunteers, with their psychological profile percentiles listed in numerical order.
The list was very efficient and neat, but there was no volunteer with the correct combination of desireable percentiles in the list. Sally slumped into her chair, and sighed with disappointment. Then it struck. The computer operator remembered that they had on file all the profile percentiles of all the students who took the college boards each year.
"Great. Bring me all the male percentile profiles for the last year." Sally was all excitement. Her disappointment was gone, disappeared with the thrill of the hunt. The list contained the perfect subject; he was a high school senior in a large city to the south, Jim Kleary. She ran to pack; she could fly down, seduce the boy, and be ready to begin.
Jim was only one of many people at the station, but it was mostly an incoming crowd. He was one of only three people in the train car he sat down in; being eleven-thirty at night ensured solitude on the way out from the city, it seemed. Lights would be out soon, he remembered, having ridden this train many times in the past.
Right now they prevented him from seeing anything more than the headlights of an occasional car on the road parallelling the onrushing train. East Kenway was next, then lights out until the seven A.M. arrival in Sumner. As the train began to slow, Jim looked down the car at the other two occupants. They sat at the far end; not together.
Both of them were women, both attractive, but not beautiful, and both at an age when women make men's thoughts naturally turn towards what's between a woman's legs rather between her ears.
That blonde ... nice legs, Jim thought, being in position to see the underside of one thigh as it was raised and crossed over the other leg. I'll bet she's not wearing any stockings ... ummm ... I wonder how smooth her skin ... The tightness in his pants told him his prick had gotten the message. He looked around first to see if anyone was watching.
Jim uncrossed his legs and grabbed his pants, pulling them away from his body so that his prick would have enough space to lie along his leg. That accomplished, Jim lay back and began to lightly run his finger along the long bulge in his pants. I wonder if rubbing her leg would be like ... silk ... stockings....
Jim's mind wandered slightly under the influence of his finger. His prick could feel the slowly moving fingernail skimming along its length, building the tension for a few seconds until it lifted at the end of its run, causing the rigid member to relax slightly for the few seconds it took to start again. He sighed.
Maybe she didn't shave ... blonde ... maybe not ... some don't shave underneath ... grab my big prick and squeeze hard until the knob bulges out at the end with a drop or two of come glistening at the very tip ... that's what I'd have her do ... grab, squeeze hard ... relax ... squeeze hard ... and drag the red bulging bulb back and forth and back and forth along her skin ... the come'd be wiped off on her thigh, but more'd come out ... and her smooth skin would become slippery with come.
Become with come ... the tension would build forcing my prick out longer from my body ... stretching the skin ... pulling my balls up under my cock ... squeezing ... pressure-Jim's prick moved along his leg, thinking about the way it felt when he squeezed his balls, just the slightest hint of the beginning of pain.
His prick arched away from his balls as he pulled them down squeezing them gently, then harder. His hand tightened his grip on the ponderous balls and the pain made him catch his breath.
His mind raced on-soft silky smooth ... wonder if her cunt hairs are blonde too ... maybe she'd let me look while she's rubbing my big knob on her thigh ... ummm soft against the skin where it joins the cheek of her ass ... wait a minute! ... if she didn't shave ... the hairs like little knives ... slicing against my big, hot, red, throbbing prick.
Jim's eyes closed and the sweat ran down his face as he imagined the little pinches of pain all over the tip of his rigid meat as it slid through the hot slippery come. He pinched his balls and a huge throb shook his prick in answer.
His hand tightened convulsively on his balls as he hung suspended over the edge of his spasm, then the come flowed through his leaping cock, shooting spurt after spurt along his pants leg.
Just the thought of the pain connected with his sexual arousal, play, and fulfillment made all the difference in the world to Jim now. When he thought of all the cunt he had had in all the various encounters of his life, he just shook his head thinking of all that he had missed without even knowing about it.
And speaking of shaking, that's just what he'd like to do right now to his prick. After coming it had shrunk back into its nest of cockhair on top of his balls. Come to think of it though, he thought, it had a long way to shrink. Girls were always amazed that his huge machine would be hidden in the body of such a tiny little prick.
It was almost a little boy's toy; a little boy of nine or ten would have a prick like that. But there the similarity stopped, for the little tiny prick had the companionship of a thick nest of curly black cockhair, and when it stood, nobody mistook him for nine.
But right now his cock was tiny, and the skin was sticking to his leg as it tried to shrink back down to its home through the pools of come showing damp through his trouser leg. Lucky for him that he was staying the night on the train, then to the hotel the next morning before he had to go over to interview for college acceptance.
"East Kenway, East Kenway is next ... all out for East Kenway. Last stop before Sumner." The conductor strode through the car looking for any strays who were to leave the train at East Kenway. Jim had been so taken with his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed that here the train was, already in the station, and that the brunette had left.
As the train pulled out, Jim turned his face toward the window, but he couldn't see anything yet because the lights hadn't been turned out yet and ... wait a minute! He did see something ... the blonde's reflection was in the window, and she was looking at him. Their eyes met in the glass, and she smiled.
Sudden fear swept over Jim as he realized that she had probably noticed him watching her. That would mean that she'd seen everything. The lights suddenly winked out, and he turned his head to look at her, as he could no longer see her reflection, and realized with a start that she was no longer seated in the same place. Then he felt, rather than saw the tall blonde loom over him.
She must have been six feet tall, he thought, statuesque. He looked up. The girl smiled. She told him her name was Sally, and then she sat down. He turned to face her in the darkness, and noticed that her hips were not too large, as would be the case if she were going to fat at her size. Her legs were great-he already knew that, but the close-up view showed off her rippling muscles under smooth soft curves.
He had been right: no stockings. Above the waist her breasts showed soft curvature through her sweater: no bra. And her face. Jim had already decided that he didn't think her beautiful, and the close-up didn't change his mind. Her aspect was pleasing, though; she breathed with her mouth open, and her lips were wet.
He could just imagine the things she'd do....
"I saw what you were doing." Her grin widened knowingly. "I saw you playing with yourself. What were you imagining yourself doing to me?"
Jim had started when she began to speak, and thus eliciting her grin, but relaxed slightly as she finished. Before he could speak, she did.
"So the thought of doing it to me doesn't excite you. Then it must be the thought of how I could do it to you." With that she pressed her hand against one of the wet places on his trouser leg and rubbed the fabric against the come which was now cold on his leg. The hairs on his leg were matted in the drying sticky mess, and they pulled at her touch. Jim grimaced at the pain.
But this was quickly belied, as a sudden throb of blood through his prick shoved it against her hand. "So that's how it is then," she said, and with one grab she unzipped his fly.
The cool air served only to further stimulate his cock, and she reached through his trousers and shorts to find it. The cock was sticky from the come from the orgasm he'd just had at her expense, and when she pulled it out, some of the matted cock hair pulled up with it, causing a further grimace and shudder of his prick.
"Not bad," she said, as the prick hung out at least eight inches at full stretch, "not bad at all. I'm so glad...." and here she punctuated her speech with a not so gentle squeeze of his hot thick rigid meat, "you like what I can do...." another squeeze, with fingernails digging into his throbbing shaft, "to such a big throbbing prick."
Oh God, he thought, as she took his prick in her tight fist and pulled it away from his body, squeeze me. As though she could read his thoughts, she did just that. She held his prick in one hand so that he would feel her fingernails along the length of his shaft and squeezed. The responding lifting of the big prick showed she was on the right track. As she squeezed it, it stiffened.
And when the big hot cock stiffened, it drew his balls up towards his body. Not wanting to lose track of his nuts, she gently grasped them in her other hand, looking up into his face.
If she reads my face ... God it's nice ... like ... like she'll pull my prick right off ... uunnnh ... my body ... sticks right to her fingers ... dry come sticky ... squeeze my balls, Sally ... oh ... please ... why are you waiting ... that shudder ... uuunnnh ... oh my God ... she's squeezing my balls ... I'm coming ... I'm coming....
Sally saw him start to come and yanked upwards on his prick. As Jim stumbled to his feet Sally grabbed his head with one hand, and shoved his prick back between his legs with the other. Jim came, but every lunge of his prick strained against her hand.
His balls were trapped between her hand and his crotch. The pain was beautiful. Jim's come flowed in spurts out into Sally's hand, and she smeared it around his ass. Jim's come ended on great shuddering clenchings of his asshole around the come-slippery finger Sally had rammed up his ass.
Jim's breath slowly returned to a normal pattern as the world stopped swirling through the black empty universe of his mind. His eyes opened, and her face appeared sharply silhouetted against the starry light flashing through the rapidly moving train windows. She noticed that he had returned to consciousness.
She wiggled the finger she still had in his asshole in greeting, and he smiled at her, slightly ashamed at the way they had acted, waiting for some sign from her that such behavior was normal so that he could forget it and return to things at hand. She didn't give him the sign; what she did was put her finger from his ass under his nose.
The heavy sick-sweet smell of his own shit on her finger curled in his nose and indelibly marked the refusal of forgiveness for his sins in his mind. She put the finger to his lips, and when he didn't respond, she asked him to open his lips to receive her flesh. Her flesh that had fucked his ass she asked him to suck.
He looked up into her face. Her bearing was calm, and it had a quality that could almost be called regal. The dignity of this calm had a soothing effect on him, after all she was only asking him to symbolically suck the cock that had used him like a woman, fucked him in his young tender asshole. Jim smiled, and opened his mouth.
The shit taste was gone immediately, Jim found, after he closed his lips around her finger and began to suck. She worked the finger in and out, around and back, working it just as though it was a cock to use to fuck the cunt that he was impersonating with his mouth. He played with his tongue against her finger, and closed his eyes.
Sally removed the finger from his mouth, and he looked up into her face. She felt sure that he would obey any commands she'd choose to give, and the expression of quiet calm on his face tended to strengthen her belief. So she decided, the train being empty of anyone else at present, to get a little satisfaction.
She put her hands on the back of his head and, spreading her legs, pushed his head between them up under her skirt. She leaned back in her seat and dropped her skirt down into place over his head and shoulders. The heavy musky odor radiated with the heat from the silk-covered valley at the juncture of her legs, filling his nose.
And his nose was the first part of himself with which he touched the steamy hot panty covered flesh, gently rubbing up and down the cloth shrouded lips of her cunt, pressing harder at the top where her clit lay hidden from sight in the hot wet flesh of her pussy. He put his open mouth against the strip of cloth and blew gently.
Jim's hot breath flowed through the cloth and over Sally's pussy, slipping between the thick hairy lips of her cunt to caress the hidden depths of moist wet clinging pink flesh. He reached around to her ass and slipped her panties down over the rounded curves of her ass and hips, and slid them down her thighs to the floor.
In the very faint light Jim could sense rather than actually see the gaping lips of Sally's greedy maw, drawing him closer and closer, the perfumed scent of her cunt mingling with the musky sex odor of her pussy juices. He was utterly powerless to resist her need, and let his face drift up between her thighs to smack into her cunt.
The soft wet thud, almost a sucking sound, like the sound of a huge bubble of marsh gas softly exploding was muffled by Sally's skirt, but she knew what was happening even in the dark by the touch of Jim's fingers, lips, and tongue on her flesh. Jim was not an inexperienced boy, and he immediately realized that his best bet was to satisfy her.
Easier said than done, although poor Jim didn't realize it then. Sally wasn't frigid, of course, it was just that the attaining of an orgasm doesn't always imply satisfaction. Sometimes one orgasm is just the prelude to a long series, or number of climaxes in which variety of cause provides a heightening of sensation to satiation.
But it must be remembered that although Sally had been the recipient of many orgasms, and most of them pretty good spends at that, she hadn't felt the hot rigid flesh of a long thick cock stretching out her pretty pussy for a long time. There was a sort of underlying need in her, one which could only be satisfied by hot male meat.
There was some meat around, but it wasn't really hot. The magnificent hunk of cock between Jim's thighs was recuperating from a double call upon its powers, and though the spirit was certainly willing, the flesh would take a little strengthening before it would be ready to flood Sally's cunt with its hot sticky come.
But Sally wasn't bored waiting. Oh no. Not with Jim busy at her pussy. He had begun by slowly licking up and down the lips of her pussy with his long tongue, stopping at the top to play with her pulsing clit, chasing it around in a circle until the tightening in her thigh muscles told him that she was getting close.
He'd hold still for a few seconds to let her nerves quiet, then he'd lick up and down the lips of her cunt again, stopping perhaps now at the bottom of the juncture of the two pouting fat flaps of flesh to squirm his tongue into the crinkly pink little rosebud of her asshole. The flesh of the little pink hole was delightfully slippery, once his probing tongue had relaxed the involuntary clenching of her muscles.
His tongue pushed back up to her clit, driving her gathering nerves before it into a heightening storm of arousal until he felt the trembling of her legs signal the impending onslaught of her come, then he drove his face into the gap of her flesh, his boy beard stubble tickling her thighs and cunt flesh.
His face held pressure on the great wet steamy open wound of her cunt, his nose held motionless against her clit. But his tongue was busy darting in and out of the deep hot tunnel leading into the very womb of her flesh. The resulting sensation for Sally was a curious suppression of any heightening of the plateau of sensation she had reached with his tongue on her clit, but the direct vaginal stimulation didn't allow any slackening of that feeling either.
The result being that Sally was held suspended in the air, neither rising nor falling, though, the rhythmic motion of Jim's tongue was vaguely pleasant. But the arrest of the momentum of her onrushing sex left a constantly widening void between where she was, and where she wanted to be. The sensation was actually becoming unpleasant.
In her desperation born of impulse out of screaming flesh she threw her pussy forward onto Jim's nose. He, of course, immediately recognized her move for what it was and instinctively raised his face so that his darting tongue was caressing the trembling flesh of her clit. The result was explosive. Sally realized at once she had made a mistake.
This boy had accidentally taught her a lesson well worth knowing. The pent-up force of her orgasm was being increased by every little dart of his tongue, every subtle caress of her trembling flesh. While she thought she was standing still, she was really moving just as fast as before toward the spend her pussy demanded.
The feeling of suspension of sensation served only to dramatically magnify the sudden onslaught of her come, so much so that when Jim's tongue attacked her clit to force her climax, her thighs clamped about his head, and her body doubled over with its force. Wave after wave of shuddering come swept over her quivering body, to drip from her gasping cunt in dew-drop lacings on the sweet flesh of her thighs.
After her legs relaxed their hold on Jim's head, Sally drew up her skirt and drew him up beside her on the seat. His face gleamed with her pussy juice in the starlight, and his smile showed that what pleased Sally pleased him. She smiled in response, and reached between his thighs to check on his state of excitement.
Good. He wasn't flaccid, not really erect, but it shouldn't really take him long to get there, not with a past mistress such as she to help him along. The night was young as yet, and Sally had great hopes of attaining actual release. And that would require service from Jim's enormous cock. And she was going to get it.
She sat back, considering the problem. It shouldn't really be too hard, for since Jim had already shot his load twice that night, his erection once attained should last quite a while. Her problem was to make sure that she was ready for the really big O, because if he spent before she was really ready, it would most likely be impossible for him to come a fourth time tonight.
The solution to her problem came to her in a flash. Of course. If she managed to spend again herself before he fucked her to her come, she would attain a plateau from which she could jump the final distance to grasp her come, the one she hadn't had for such a very long time. Now how was she going to do it?
Her best bet, she decided, would be the method that not only gets me over the hump as quickly as possible to prepare for my big coming, but would at the same time get Jim in a mood not of leaping excitement, but of mentally ready sexuality that will allow him to join in with me in what I want, when I want it, be it at a moment's notice.
So she sat him back on the seat across from her, and making sure that they were still the only people in the car, unzipped his fly. She slipped her shoe off one foot and set it down on top of his exposed flesh, glistening with sticky semi-dry come white-red in the dim light. The soft stroke of nylon on his warm prick brought a smile of delight to his face, and he reached his hands down to his calf, stroking the silky flesh.
She reached out and softly but firmly removed his hands. They were nice, and besides, he had a real talent for trying to please her, and that she appreciated. But she had to be sure that nothing was going to happen to the load of come that was waiting to be pulsed forth from his cock until she was good and ready for it.
She slid her ass down on the seat until it was resting almost on the edge, and she sat with her thighs thrown apart, and she pulled her skirt up until it lay bunched up on her belly. Jim's eyes were riveted on the fur-trimmed gash between her thighs. Her thighs themselves were beautiful pillars of creamy-white flesh, slightly flattened by the tension of sitting with her legs drawn up, heel to ass on one leg.
The other was only slightly distorted, since its foot rested on Jim's awakening prick, but the moist warm hairy flesh above the tops of Sally's stockings wrenched his stomach with desire. But her foot on his cock kept him seated, watching waiting. His watch was rewarded almost instantly as she dipped one finger into the brimming wet pool of flesh that was her cunt, and then raised it to her clit.
She began a slow, langurous caressing of her clit, slowly stoking the fires that were building deep within her warm wet pussy, her waiting hungry cockpit. Her cunt lips hung loosely open with her blood gorged passion, sucking in and blowing out soft puffs of air as her cunt muscles clenched, then relaxed in time to her finger.
Sally breathed deeply, her eyes slanting into slits, almost as though squinting against cigarette smoke, and the flesh of her nostrils collapsing inwards, and put her hands behind her back. She quickly shrugged her shoulders from her wrap, baring her bra covered breasts to Jim's eyes. The massive, to his young eyes, mounds of flesh strained against the flimsy cloth until Sally released them.
Her breasts appeared to tumble out at him, falling over themselves down her chest to bounce at the farthest extent of their reach. They swung together at the bottom of their pendulous arc, her already erect nipples pointing at Jim like accusing fingers, rather than the beckoning lumps of tactile pleasure they were.
She put her hands to her breasts and squeezed them together, the uplifting force making them look impossibly high, and the deep divide between them mysteriously deep and inviting. It was Jim's turn to inhale deeply as the thought of licking the valley between her breasts, then caressing his hot throbbing prick between them until he exploded his hot pearly come all over her flesh played in his mind.
Now she forced the two nipples inward against themselves, caressing one turgid mound of crinkly flesh against the other until both were rubbed uncomfortably raw, the sensation not unpleasantly like tongues of fire caressing the bulging tips of her breasts. She wet her fingers in her cunt again, this time cooling her fevered breasts with the moisture.
Both hands dove to her cunt to find her little lump of flesh, her clit, to punish until it granted her the release she needed from the level of excitement to which she had forced herself. Her fingers flew around her pussy, forcing her clit around in a circle, a circle matching the soaring dizzying flight of her excitement until she came.
She came like a hurricane; though her body was shaken only slightly by the ravaging spasms that gathered up her muscles into legions of uncontrolled intelligences, her mind crashed from its dizzy spirals in a kaleidoscopic clash of fury-red splintered light darkening through purple to velvet black soundless night, she came.
The night was not really soundless, of course. First, there was Jim's hoarse breathing as he sat, not daring to move her foot off of his cock even though he badly wanted the further stimulation his hand could provide. Second, there was Sally's own ragged breathing as her system settled down from her delicious spend.
And third, there was the sound, slippery, squishy noise of her cunt as the muscles spasmodically clenched and relaxed. First they'd tighten then gape open to drip her pussy juices down in a drizzly film drying on the seat between her thighs. The fluttering angel of life breathed gently into her nose and mouth, and Sally awakened.
And she smiled. And she removed her foot from Jim's lap. The sudden abscence of her warmth plus the cooling rush of air over his exposed cock softened his passion as well as his flesh slightly, and he managed to sit back and breathe a sigh of relief. Sally looked at her watch and was startled. It was five-thirty o'clock in the morning.
This was bad. They'd have to pursue their third fuck for later, for the sky was beginning to lighten, and their protective shroud of darkness would melt with the day. But they'd get a hotel room, something which would be needed anyway as Sally was worn out from the excitement of finding Jim, let alone the satisfying of her pussy's gluttonous demands.
They straightened their clothing, and Jim took the seat next to Sally, and they began to talk as the train flew across the track to Sumner, where they'd spend a night fucking, then relaxing for the trip back to the Institute. They spoke of very little, really, for Sally already knew Jim's history, and she couldn't tell him his future.
And besides, its much better to converse as little as possible with those people in whom you must inspire respect as well as a willingness to obey unquestioningly any order you choose to give. So that when the train arrived at Sumner, the grey overcast day found Jim sitting next to Sally, but no longer talking. He sat, mute.
Sally hadn't realized how dazed she was from the train ride and the excitement she'd felt until they stepped down to the platform from the train and the crisp cool moist air flooded their lungs, with the smell of the train dying as the fresh grass and trees smell grew stronger. Awareness flooded back into her mind like a sharp-edged knife paring away dead skin, and with it hunger. They hadn't eaten since dinner.
She turned to face Jim. She could see from his slightly whipped puppy look that she could let up on the boy, be a little more normal. Not only was it easier, but she was sure that he'd remember his place well enough once she demanded it. So she smiled at him, and suggested they find a place for breakfast. Jim jumped at the chance.
There was a bright restaurant a couple of blocks from the station, so they walked down toward it. Sally felt good even though she hadn't slept, but that weariness showed through her reserve at times so she knew that it wouldn't be long before they'd have to find a hotel room.
They got to the restaurant, entered and found an empty table. The food was good, and the service decent, so that within a half-hour they had eaten, paid the check, and left. They caught a cab, and Sally directed the driver to a hotel in the downtown area. They entered the lobby, and walked to the desk to register. Sally registered them as student and teacher, requesting two rooms so as not to draw attention to themselves. But then the unexpected happened.
The hotel was full. Not completely full, but so full that no party could have more than one room. The manager was effusive with his regrets, he was so very sorry that Madame was inconvenienced, but the policy of the hotel was such that his hands were tied, Frustrated. In more ways than one. What to do? Then the idea hit. A pullman bedroom.
The perfect thing. Privacy as well as transportation. Sally thanked the hotel manager, and they went back to the train station by cab. Jim wandered around the train station while Sally arranged for their bedroom, which, by luck, was on the train due to leave in only ten minutes. They hurried, and were on the train and all settled by the time it pulled out.
They sat back in their seats and relaxed. The rhythmic motion of the train and the warmth of the compartment combined to kindle a corresponding warmth in Sally's cunt. It was the big one this time, she thought, and the warmth grew and spread, coaxing the pussy juices to flow, end the lips of her cunt to spread with heat.
Sally squirmed her ass on her seat, riding her dress far up her thighs, which were aimed at Jim. He could see right up her dress to where the little strip of cloth that covered her pussy was soaking wet, and the hairy lips of her cunt threatened to engulf it from both sides with their wet hungry graspings. Jim could feel his prick swell in response.
Damn it, Sally thought, where is that fucking conductor. Here I am, here Jim is, and here the conductor isn't. If I have to wait much longer, I'll go out of my mind. Perfect. Just the thing with which to pass the time until they could get at each others bodies. She had Jim come over to her, and she unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock.
He'd already that night gone twice, but here he was again, rarin' to fuck that sweet hot cunt between Sally's tender thighs. His cock stretched out from his body reaching for the sky, held horizontal only by the heavy pull of his balls. Sally dragged her fingers along the rigid length of his quivering member, and Jim groaned aloud.
She put one finger on the massive swollen mushroom that was the head of his cock, and pushed down, so that the red hot flesh was bent downward through Jim's spread thighs. Her pussy swam with delicious wetness as his cock shuddered and pulsed against the pressure she applied. She slipped her finger off his cock-head, and his prick flopped back up to stand straight out from between his legs.
Jim spread his thighs further apart and closed his eyes with the pleasure her fingers were giving to his prick. She really knew how to make a guy feel good, he thought, as she twined her fingers in the wiry hair that grew in a thick luxuriant tangle around the base of his thick red cock that swelled further at her langourous touch.
Sally was feeling pretty good herself. She cursed the conductor silently and was almost ready to let herself go and to hell with him when the knock at the door sounded. She looked up at Jim, who was startled by the sound. He made a wry expression on his face and made a motion with his hand as if to say fuck him."
Sally sighed and grinned, and Jim started to zip up his pants when she put out her hand to stop him. She told him to leave it out, just don't turn around. He wouldn't be found out if he didn't wave it in the air at the conductor. She could see that Jim didn't want to do it, but she forestalled any objections by asking the conductor to come in.
The door opened, and the conductor, a wizened old man with white hair, shuffled into the bedroom. Sally's skirt still rode up high on her thighs, though she had pulled it down a little, but just enough so that the old man could almost see her cunt, but not quite. He could barely take his eyes from her legs, and he swallowed visibly.
Sally smiled at his consternation, and asked him to come over and punch their tickets. The old man shuffled over, and as he did Sally crossed her legs, giving him just a flash of her lust soaked panties where they covered the gaping maw of her cunt. The old man stumbled and almost fell, but saved himself by grabbing onto Jim's waist.
But Jim's pants were still undone, and were staying up only because he had spread his legs apart. When the old man hit him from behind, he instinctively closed his legs to keep his balance, and his pants fell down around his ankles, and he stood naked from the waist down, with the old man staring at his cock with his mouth open.
Jim's cock had some of the stiffness drained out of it by this turn of events. Sally was still in command of the situation though, and lazily reached her hand out to Jim's cock and grasped the still swollen though rather limp flesh in her hot fingers and started to toy with it.
She smiled at the old man as she played with Jim's cock, watching the unbelieving look on his face as her slim dainty fingers stroked Jim's blood-engorged flesh until it strained against itself trying to be free of his body. She reached up under her drawn-up skirt with her free hand and raising her hips up from the seat, slid the dripping wet panties down her legs and held them out to the old man like a goddess offering a divine gift to one of her least significant suppliant.
The old man's whole body was trembling with the lust that swam in the very air of the bedroom, and he took the panties reverently and pressed them to his face. He rubbed them around his head as though washing with a wet towel. He inhaled deeply of the musky sex smell of her pussy juices that soaked the pink silky stuff.
All at once he bent almost double in a single swift violent motion, a spasm of lust wracking his ancient frame. Sally could see the dark stain spread in his pants as his old cock shuddered its few precious drops of sticky white come in a hoary imitation of Jim's lusty libations at Sally's fleshy altar. Memory stirred within the old man, and he smiled his thanks at Sally, and shuffled out of the room.
Sally's hand had almost caused Jim's thick cock to shudder itself to a spend by the constant caressing of her hand all this time, and just in time she stopped. She opened her legs and pulled Jim around by the prick to stand between her heavy thighs. She grabbed him by the cock using both hands, and dragged him down to the hot wet pit of her cunt.
Fire raced through her veins as his hot thick meat stretched her hungry pussy until she thought it'd burst, then fell forward upon her pushing his rigid cock up into her cunt until she could feel the thick head of his meat in her stomach, and then her throat. It had been so long, oh so long, she thought. Now he's mine. This flesh is mine.
Her muscles betrayed her, and the spasm she wanted to delay, the pleasure she wanted to wait forever to obtain claimed her body, and she bucked like a mare under the stallion's mile long cock. She lost consciousness in the soul bending searing fire that consumed her flesh like tinder before the raging inferno of a forest fire.
Jim waited until she regained consciousness before he moved, pumping until he spurted his come into her exhausted limp flesh.
FITTING JIM TO THE PROJECT
The sun was shining brightly over the Institute for a change, and the brightness of the day communicated itself to the mood of Sally and her co-workers. Roberta, her assistant, was bubbling over with the prospect of actually getting to work after a three-day period of doing nothing but filling out forms and getting ready for Sally's return.
Jim's eyes were all aglow with the wonder of the Institute, its gleaming glass and steel. Jim's school had been developed along the same general lines of design, and although Jim didn't really like the style, he felt right at home. This, of course, lessened Sally's problem of having him make a good adjustment to his new surroundings.
Sally's staff level colleagues congratulated her on the smoothness with which she carried out her expeditions, and she chatted and talked with them over coffee, then over cocktails as the first day back was given over altogether to celebration and elation for Sally and exploration for Jim, who was by nature very curious.
But it was soon time for bed. Jim was told that he would spend the first night alone in the bedroom that was Sally's before she left. He was told firmly not to masturbate. Sally wanted him full up and ready to go first thing tomorrow morning, and nothing was going to get in her way. She and Roberta were going to spend the night together.
Roberta had moved into the empty room that shared the suite with the one given Sally when she'd first arrived. The girls went into the bedroom, and Roberta smiled at Sally and moved over next to her and sat down. She put one arm around her back, and cupped her breast with the other hand. Sally smiled at her, and asked her to remove her nightgown. She complied, and as she pulled her gown up over her head, Sally hit her, hard.
Roberta's stomach doubled over Sally's fist as the breath fled her lungs at the sudden unexpected blow, and the girl gasped, trying desperately to suck some air back into her lungs, at the same time attempting to free her arms from the nightgown about her head. Sally watched her writhe on the floor for a few moments, then drew back her foot and kicked her squarely in her cunt.
The poor girl had drawn her legs up so close to her stomach at the sharp blow that her cunt was exposed to Sally's foot between her legs and her ass. The sudden pains in her tender pussy flesh brought a cry of fright and shock from her mouth, and her hands ripped through the restraining fabric to try to cover herself from further attack.
Sally sat back on the bed and watched calmly as Roberta recovered slowly from the blows she'd given her then got back up and stood before her, so close that the hairy bush of her cunt brushed the girl's lips and chin as she gazed up at her mistress. And Sally was her mistress. That was the meaning of her attack. And she made sure Roberta understood.
Sally was the boss. Sally gave the orders, and Sally made the advances. If anything was to be done between them, it was Sally who was going to initiate the proceedings. Any questions? Roberta had none, she fully understood. Fine. Sally walked over to the bed and, picking up a novel, lay back on the covers. She smiled at Roberta again.
She was naked, and the way she spread her legs apart to reveal the wet pussy hanging limply open in her crotch left no doubt in Roberta's mind of exactly what was expected of her. She resigned herself to her fate, for after all, she didn't really mind being a submissive, and walked over to the bed. She wet her lips with her tongue, and began.
Sally ran her fingers through Roberta's long silky hair as the girl's head thrust itself between her mistress's thighs to obey her command. Her long pink tongue lapped at the gaping limp cunt lips, pushing the soggy flesh aside trying to find Sally's clit. Her tongue dove deep into her pussy, tasting the salty juice of the hot cunt in her face.
She rubbed her face into the gaping open cunt, pushing up against the clit first with her tongue, then with her nose. She pursued it with her lips, grasping it between them and sucking. She'd hold onto it as tightly as she could and try to pull away, stretching the little nubbin of pink flesh in a way that brought moans of pleasure from the tall blonde writhing on the bed above her head.
She paused a moment to watch her contortions, then smiled at the realization of just exactly how much need her ministrations had aroused in Sally's body. Sally's hands pushed her head back down into her crotch, and then held her head still while she ground her pussy around her face, bucking her ass as though she were being fucked by the girl's tongue.
Her trembling flesh signaled the onslaught of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched at the open air, the squishy flesh slopping with a sobbing sound at its emptiness as her hips thrust it up to capture an invisible prick. Her ass muscles spasmed her firm sweet cheeks, dimpling the soft skin that defined the dark crack that split her from fore to aft.
Her thighs clamped tightly around Roberta's head, capturing the poor girl's face to grind her pussy against as the spasms of her come wracked her body, the shivering flesh thrusting and pulsing into her mouth and nose, drowning her in the copious outpourings of her sweet pussy juices.
Sally relaxed her grip, and Roberta's head popped up to grin at her from between the twin pillars of flesh that were her thighs, her face glistening in the knife-sharp lamplight from the smeared coating of Sally's pussy juices. Sally smiled back at her, and Roberta clambered up over her stretched out body to lie next to her.
Her breasts swung out to touch Sally's as she turned on her side to face the woman, her erect nipples pressing like thick stubby pencil points into Sally's relaxed breasts. She ground her breasts into Sally's with the urgency born of the all-consuming fire raging in the thirsty hungry pit hot dark wet between her legs.
She wound her legs around Sally's and swung herself around so that her cunt was rubbing against Sally's thigh. Sally herself lay back watching the feverish motions of Roberta's attempts to bring herself off. She saw the mute pleading in her eyes, but she didn't lift a finger to help. Roberta'd have to learn that she wasn't too proud to beg.
Sally could see that Roberta was working herself up to a fever pitch, and that soon she'd explode with the pent-up tensions boiling now in her pussy. She rocked back and forth frantically on Sally's leg, grinding her pussy against Sally's thick white flesh, her pussy juices liberally greasing the areas of contact between them.
Just as Roberta gathered herself for her final assault at paradise, Sally twisted about on the bed so that Roberta was thrown off. She was so startled by Sally's unexpected move that she completely lost her balance and fell on the floor, landing on her ass. She sat there stunned, her thighs wide apart, her cunt gaping open wetly as the hot aching flesh pulsed and quivered in the open air at the shock.
"Damn you. How could you, you fucking cunt. You bitch...."
That was all the further Roberta got with her invective before Sally had leaped from the bed, strode over to where she sat, and slapped her on the cheek. She drew back her hand and slapped her again, harder.
"You'll learn right now, you cocky bitch, not to talk to me like that. And if you want something, you'd better learn to beg."
And she began to hit Roberta with her fists. She punched her in the stomach, and the poor girl doubled over in pain, clutching her middle. Sally grabbed her hair and yanked, straightening her out again, and when she reached for her head Sally punched her as hard as she could in one breast. Roberta collapsed on the floor crying.
"Are you ready to beg my forgiveness? Are you ready to try?"
Roberta managed to lift her face up and start to say the word "you" between gasping for breath and crying, but she got no further for as soon as she got out the word Sally kicked her in the ribs and jumped astride her stomach. She began to methodically slap her breasts, first one then the other until Roberta begged in tears for her to stop.
"I'll forgive you on one condition, slave. You'll have to earn it." Sally was deep in thought trying to figure out what to have Roberta do to earn her forgiveness when she realized that there was the sound of heavy breathing in the room, as well as an occasional low moan.
She spun around trying to find out where it could be coming from, when she realized that the bathroom door was open a crack. She jumped to the door and wrenched it open with one lunge. There stood Jim, stark naked, with his hand on his cock, and his cock was huge, monstrous.
Jim looked at Sally with horror in his face, as he realized that he had been caught in the act of disobeying a direct order she'd given him, the order forbidding him to feel himself off. His face blushed as red as his prick with the shame he felt, but his huge throbbing cock felt no shame at all, and it leaped and tossed in his hand.
Sally glared at him, murder in her face and fire in her eyes. She commanded him to follow her as she pushed past him to the room he was using as a bedroom. His cock was still trying to obtain the release it so desperately needed as though it was of itself possessed of life.
It really hadn't been Jim's fault, though. He had undressed and gotten into bed and turned off the lights. He was just dozing off to sleep when a sharp cry of fear mingled with pain tore through the fabric of sleep that was drawing itself across his consciousness to leave him sitting bolt upright in bed. He listened, trying to discover from where the cry had come. It sounded like Roberta's voice.
But how was that possible? She was in the room with Sally, and Jim knew that the door was locked. Nothing could get at them. His thoughts were broken by Sally's voice. Low moans drifted in to him. He threw back the covers and raced to the door to help, oblivious of the fact that since he slept naked, he'd be bursting in upon the scene cock-first.
But the scene that met his eyes as he opened the door stopped him in his tracks. He had heard moans, all right, but they hadn't been moans of pain, but of pleasure. The fine line of distinction he felt between such sensations flooded his being and his head swam with the multiple examples of both he was seeing between Sally and Roberta.
Here was a scene about which he'd read so many times, a sexual encounter between two women. He used to daydream about girls he'd known in high school indulging in such activities, but there was no way for him to witness anything of the sort. He'd been good enough friends with one girl in school to ask her about it, but she just smiled at him and changed the subject. Odd, though, he thought, Sally was taking, and Roberta was giving. No, that wasn't right.
Sally was taking, that part of it was correct, but Roberta was giving and at the same time not giving. It wasn't that she was hesitant to give of herself before Roberta had a chance to give to her. The sheer dominance of the relationship thrilled Jim, and stirred his blood.
His prick, the tired lump of flesh he'd thought to be exhausted by all the exercise it'd had earlier was coming to life. As though it had eyes of its own it perked up its head to sniff the sex-laden air and point directly at the women. The sounds of Roberta's lapping lusted in his ears and drove his nerves to a further pitch of excitement.
His hand stole down to caress the rich swollen flesh. It shone red, as much from raw overuse as from the rich suffusion of blood that stood it erect, trembling in the air. His fingers lazed over his hot cock, and he groaned softly as the tide of pleasure his fingers drew from his trembling flesh swept over his body, dizzying him.
Sally was about to reach her climax, he could tell this from the rigidity of her flesh and the urgency with which she drove poor Roberta to her work. He whipped his hand back and forth to drive himself to a dizzy height of excitement, then let go. He hung suspended in space over the broad gulf of his come, watching the glorious explosion of Sally's orgasm through his lust-filled eyelids as he drifted back, come intact.
His hand moved more slowly now, keeping the pulsating beats of pleasure chained within the thick stubby rod that jutted out from between his thighs, with its wrinkled hairy sack of balls drawn up tight beneath. He stroked the flat plain of his stomach and the hairy skin of his thighs with the hand not already occupied.
He imagined it to be Roberta, twining and slithering her body along his skin, around his flesh. He speeded up the pace of his caressing, and watched open mouthed as Sally punished Roberta for daring to demand from her the same as she gave. He managed to stop his hand before he spent, and the moans of pleasure that the achingly beautiful descent from the threshold of climax were what drew Sally's attention.
Now he watched the magnificent ass of hers twitch its way into the room he was using as a bedroom as he followed hang-dog behind, his cock pointing at her as though she were a bitch in heat. She stopped in the middle of the room, and demanded that he stand before her with his legs apart and his eyes closed. Roberta came in to watch, and sat on the bed.
Sally went over to her drawer, for in truth it was still her room, the drawer in which she kept the instruments of pleasure she had used on Jack while she'd been in school. There was a black blindfold, which she tied over his eyes, and then tested to make sure he was without sight. Then she fitted a wide belt about his waist, and strapped his wrists in special fittings provided for them at his sides.
Now he couldn't see, and he couldn't move his arms and hands. She walked him over to the bed and pushed him over on it, so that he fell on his back. She tied his feet, one to each post at the foot of the bed, so that his legs were spread wide apart and his ass, cock, and balls defensively open to the world. Now a final touch.
She reached down and grabbed his cock and jagged him furiously.
"I told you not to feel yourself tonight. And you deliberately chose to disobey me. Well, you're going to spend the night aroused. You might think you'll relax, but all night Roberta and I will keep you excited. Now I'm going to stopper your ears so you can't hear us approach. Have fun waiting for our touch."
Sally released his cock just as the powerful pulse of come threatened to spurt from the red hot cock standing at attention, shivering in the sudden cold, trying to find the last touch of sensation to use to shoot its load and relieve its balls of the heavy sticky globs of come that waited, begging to be free. He strained upward, trying to find her hand, but it was no longer there. He felt nothing.
Not only that, but he now heard nothing and saw nothing, either. He was completely alone. The cool air on his cock shrank it a little, and he was beginning to relax a little, when completely without warning a trace of lightning shivered along the underlength of his cock, causing him to start, and his prick to leap back to the ready.
He saw that it was hopeless. There was no way he could relax. They had him completely at their mercy. He waited, trying to anticipate when their touch would come, and where. All through the night it was the same. Their fingers touched him all over his body. Sometimes that stroked his cock, sometimes they raked it with their fingernails.
Sometimes one finger would be reaming its way into his asshole, and at the same time someone would twist and pinch his nipples, or squeeze his balls in their fist, slowly at first, then harder, until his cock stood straight up from the tautness of the skin and the delicious pain that alternatively flowed with the pleasure through his body.
By morning his cock felt like it was on fire. It was slightly shrunk, and his balls felt like they weighed a ton, and each one swung pendu-lously from the thick roll of flesh that stood limply up from his stomach. He was crying, begging them to finish him off. He couldn't stand it any more. Please, wouldn't they please. He'd never disobey her again. Please would she save his mind, he'd go insane.
Sally ordered Roberta to climb up on his body. The girl hung her cunt which by this time was drenched from the night's excitement and needed release as much as Jim did over the boy's cock. Sally reached over and grabbed the prick and rubbed the mushroom thick tip between Roberta's wet fleshy cunt lips. The hot wet kiss of those lips on Jim's prick was enough, as it stood at the ready again.
Sally eased Roberta down on the rampant rod of hot red flesh. She seated it as deeply as she could within herself, and there was still in all an inch of cock exposed to sight which wouldn't fit in her hungry pussy. Her pussy sucked and pulled, but couldn't suck it all in. Roberta began to rock back and forth, but Sally stopped her. That would be too much for Jim. And besides, it was time for him to start to learn.
So she reached over and found Roberta's clit beneath the slippery wet cunt lips that sagged open beneath the weight of the blood gorging them in Roberta's lust filled state. She swirled the little soldier around with her finger, pushing it first in a circle, then drawing on it as though her lips were nibbling at the sweet pink pussy flesh. Roberta soared towards the heights of ecstasy at the push of Sally's finger, hung for an instant, then had her world explode in her pussy.
The great sweeping waves of pleasure crashed out to the far reaches of her body, than collapsed back in upon themselves to arrive at her cunt in one huge shuddering contraction that wracked her body, bending it double and clamping on Jim's prick until it was almost ready to break off at the roots. Roberta flailed and shook, and the receding reverberations of her come left her spent and shaken.
She got off Jim's body, and had to be helped to do so by Sally. The orgasm was so intense that great gobs of pussy juice had flown out of her cunt and glistened on Jim; his cock and thighs where she'd ridden him shone in the light. His upright prick begged Sally for release, ticking and twitching in the cold air.
Sally went back to her dresser drawer for a moment and when she returned she was winding up a long slender machine. Upon closer inspection it proved to be a wind-up motor driven dildo. The thick plastic cock was at least seven inches long, and of an almost unbelievable girth. She dipped her fingers into a jar of cold cream, and smeared it liberally over the make believe prick until it was smooth and slippery.
She walked back over to where Jim lay bound on the bed and placed the greasy tip of the plastic prick at the crinkly pink flesh of his asshole. His body tensed, stiffening against the intruder, but Sally began to fondle his trembling red prick with one hand while keeping the nose of the artificial prick wedged in his asshole.
Jim's body was instantly receptive to the pressure of the dildo on his asshole, associating it with the pleasure he was experiencing from Sally playing with his cock. She released his prick, and gently but firmly inserted the dildo to its full length in his ass. His body seemed to relax, and as this happened, his prick lost its stiffness, and slowly shrunk back into its hairy nest at the juncture of his thighs.
He didn't appear to be out of the mood, though, because the motions of his ass on the bed didn't stop. In fact, if anything they grew more langurous, more sensual, almost as if his ass were a cunt revolving on a thick warm pulsing cock. Sally smiled at the sight. Yes sir, Jim was coming right along, and the experiment doing fine.
In the warm glow of her happy thoughts she reached down and snapped the switch on the dildo to the on position. The plastic fucker leaped to life, vibrating and rocking back and forth in Jim's asshole. He was so hot that within a minute he came, and spurt after spurt of white hot sticky come flowed from his limp prick down onto the bed.
Sally smiled. She left the light burning and went down into the bedroom she was sharing with Roberta and lay down in bed. She quickly dropped off to sleep, contented cunt and mind. Roberta was still awake, however.
She was still wondering what she would have to do to please Sally in the morning in order to earn her forgiveness. Sex with women wasn't new to her, although the force with which Sally get her way was. She had been introduced to girl-to-girl sex back in high school.
Roberta was a very pretty girl in high school, and in high school very pretty girls usually experience one of two fates. Either all the rest of the girls in their circle of acquaintances are insanely jealous and the poor girl is ostracised, or all the rest of the girls in the circle are merely envious, and the girl becomes the leader of the pack. Roberta was such a leader. Where she sat in the lunch room, there congregated the group. If she took a class, it was overcrowded.
Although an intelligent girl and a keen competitor for grades, she was never forced to compete for her position of leadership, so when Sally forced the play, she was powerless to fight hack. The group would walk home together, and although Roberta wasn't the girl living the closest to school, she was always the first to leave the group.
Almost every day she'd invite one of the other girls to come in with her and pass the time doing all the things young girls do after school except their homework. They'd listen to records, gossip, discuss boy friends, all in the very serious fashion of teenagers until her mother came home and it was time to get ready for dinner.
One afternoon the girls walked her home, and she invited Sharon to come inside with her. Sharon was rather well-developed for her age, and as a consequence had many dates, and was for that reason considered somewhat of an expert in the ever so important area of dating, boys, and sex. Better still, she would talk about it with the other girls.
The girls hung up their coats in the closet, and went upstairs after having stopped in the kitchen for a couple of cookies. Sharon sprawled across one of the twin beds in Roberta's bedroom, and Roberta flopped on her stomach on the other. They gossiped idly for a while, until Sharon looked up and stopped talking, with a very serious look.
"Bertie, what do ya do when ya can't do it with a guy?" She sat looking at Roberta, obviously waiting for an answer. The trouble was, Roberta didn't know what she was talking about. Her mother had told her what to expect from her body every month when she had been eleven years old, and when her periods came she wasn't excited at all. But that was all the information she had. She felt warm and flushed at times when she was with a guy, but she never connected the feeling with the dirty place where all the blood and the piss came out of her body.
"Ya mean ya don't do it at all?" The lost look on her face served Sharon in place of an answer, and the girl was amazed that the most beautiful one of them all, the leader, didn't know. Not only didn't she do it, but she didn't even know.
First Sharon explained what it was that made boys different from girls. They had this magic lump of flesh right where girls had their hole, and when they got excited, why it swelled and grew and fit right in the hole. And it felt real good when it was in the hole too, she said, and it was fun to feel it grow up real big when you took it out of a boy's pants.
They all liked it, every time she'd done it for them, Sharon assured Roberta, and it was a lot of fun to push the loose skin back and forth and watch the flesh swell up until it stuck way out from their bodies. And they get so stupid when it gets big and hard. They'll do anything you want, anything, just so you play with it for them.
Roberta listened, amazed. Here was a facet of boy-girl relationships that she'd never realized existed until this very moment. Sharon was telling her about the first time she found out that boys were so pliable when she played with their pricks. She was out on a date with Lenny, who was captain of the football team. She expected that he'd be a really special guy, but they were all the same on a date.
They'd take you out for a good time, and then they'd always find a dark place and put their hands on you. Once they were sure you liked it, they tried to get your hands on them. Sharon winked.
Roberta's eyes widened in wonderment. Imagine boys having a growing hunk of flesh jutting out from the tops of their legs. She tried to imagine what it looked like, then shook her head to try to clear her mind and try to catch up to what Sharon was saying now.
Something about Lenny ... how he had her arm around his back, and when he leaned back, all of a sudden she had only one arm with which to fight him off, while he had two to use to grab at her. He had unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra with her help, and she had responded lustily to the caresses he'd lavished upon her breasts with his hands and mouth.
Roberta's hands went to her breasts at this. Something else new. The lumps of flesh on the ends of her nubile breasts that always got all tight and crinkly when she toweled herself after taking a shower. They were another source of pleasure. She shrugged out of her sweater and unhooked her bra. Her beautiful breasts stood free and proud on her chest without a trace of sag. The pink nipples tightened under Sharon's hungry gaze.
Sharon's voice had more than a trace of huskiness as she went on, all the while watching Roberta caress the turgid pink nipples on her breasts to feel the wonderful new experience. Anyway, he managed to get his hand up her skirt and rub at her pussy through her panties. Roberta's actions followed Sharon's words, and her hands completely stripped herself, and began to caress her own pussy. A darkening patch of moisture grew on the silky strip of fabric that hid her cunt from sight.
Sharon could barely talk. She said his cock was bursting in his pants, and he had to have her feel it. She said no, coyly, and he got to his knees before her. Roberta was surprised as Sharon sank to the floor. He pulled down her panties, as she was doing now. Then he fixed his mouth to the hot open wound of her cunt, and Roberta closed her eyes at the swelling wave of pleasure that flooded into her cunt from Sharon's mouth. She learned a lot before dinner that night. And she practiced what she learned, until she knew quite a bit about girly sex. She smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Morning dawned early over a sparkling blue sky, and the mood that both Sally and Roberta felt was one of serene happiness, both at the satisfaction they'd gotten the night before and the quality of the day that lay spread before them. Jim was a different story, of course. They went into the other bedroom and unbound him, and helped him to his feet.
He smiled as the sunlight assaulted his eyes, and saw the two good looking naked women in his room. They all cleaned up and dressed, and walked off to the cafeteria for breakfast. Jim walked first, with Sally and Roberta behind. Sally thought to herself about the schedule for the next few days. She'd start today with his analysis; they'd already started adapting him to his new role, but the role-playing would continue.
Jim lay back on the couch in Sally's office after they'd finished the morning meal, and Sally asked him what his most frequent fantasy when he day-dreamed about sex. He told her that he mostly watched other men in his fantasies, men who dominated women, but who were soon mastered by the beautiful sex objects they oppressed. There was one....
The man was tall, and he was muscular. He had a prison camp on the island, and he ran it himself. There were no guards in his fantasy, just the male. He wore shorts, much too tight, which showed the outline of his huge ever hard prick. He wore a shirt unbuttoned so the wiry hair on his chest showed itself curling tightly on his bronzed skin. The inmates of the prison camp were all women. They were all beautiful.
And these beautiful women prisoners all went naked. The only clothes on the island were worn by the man. The women all had beautiful bodies. Their legs were great. They were meaty but not muscular, flaccid, or obese. Their asses looked sweet enough to eat, and their waists nipped in, then flaired out up to big taut breasts that stood up on their chests.
The fantasy was always the same. The women were forced to line up in formation, and the man drove them through a series of exercises. Jim would view them from the end of the row as they jogged in place, and feel his cock swell as the long line of women bounced up and down, jiggling their breasts in long floppy rows of erect nipples. They jogged a while. Then the man added insult to injury. He unzipped his fly-
His huge prick stood erect at least eight inches pointed out towards the women. They strained their eyes upon it, and every cunt in the ranks sagged open with the surge of blood into their hungry flesh. He walked back and forth in front of them, his erect flesh swinging back and forth to point first at one, then another. Finally he grabbed his prick in his hand and jagged himself off, laughing at the women who couldn't have him.
This caused grumbling in the ranks of women, and the smell of sex rose in Jim's nostrils as he saw the pussy juices drip from their cunts to the tops of ther thighs to mingle in the sweat that already stood on their skin in droplets. The grumbling swelled to shouting which the man, relaxed from his spend, was unable to bring under control. Finally the dam broke, and the women attacked, jumping upon him in a body.
The women strung the man up with his back against a wall after having stripped all his clothes from his body. They twisted around his arms so that a good area of his back was exposed to them, and then one Amazon took the whip he always carried and lay onto his back. The women approved, and the group got pretty randy, with the women driven to higher excitement by the whipping. They paired off and began to attempt to satisfy their sex hungers for each other. Most of them had had their orgasms by the time the whipping stopped, and they sat back on the ground, watching.
The man's back was bloody, but the rest of his body was untouched. His prick apparently appreciated the treatment his back had undergone, because it stood erect to its full length, twitching at all the cunt sprawling in front of it. The man twisted and pulled at his bonds, trying to free himself so that he could do something about his arousal.
The Amazon walked over to him, and now she was the only woman there who hadn't come yet. She stood in front of the man, and hefted his cock with her hand. He groaned at the pleasure in her touch. She fitted the tip of the thick red hot meat against her clit and ground her hips so that it gave her plenty of resistance. Great shivers ran up and down her body.
She started to come, and managed to step back from the man. Jim could see the great hairy lips of her cunt flapping in the air, sucking in the air and farting it out as her cunt clenched and spasmed into her orgasm. She took the man's huge throbbing cock between her thighs and let loose a spurting stream of steamy smelly piss that sizzled along his flesh.
After the Amazon recovered, she'd pick up the whip and beat the man on his prick until he came, his cock spurting great globs of come over her body, after which he cleaned her off with his tongue, happy to be her slave.
Sally say silent looking at Jim who had just finished telling his day-dreams. Finally she started to expound on their meaning.
Obviously Jim enjoyed seeing the man humbled, and identified with him both as the recipient of the abuse and as feeling pleasure in it. He also saw the men as competition for the sexual favors of the fantasy women of his day-dreams, and the physical domination of them by the women constituted a rejection of them in favor of him.
Then she stood up and stretched. The feline sexuality of her body throbbed against the encumbering cloth of her lab smock, and Jim felt an answering tenseness in the thick meat between his legs and it was bombarded by Sally's radiant sexuality. She looked down at Jim, and smiled, her teeth showing like a hungry pussy cat.
Like a hungry pussy, anyway. Listening to Jim's fantasy had gotten her blood all stirred up, and she led Jim down the hall into a room all fitted out for lab experiments. There was a kind of stockade in the middle of the room. She had him move it against the wall, the one at the far end of the room which was covered with a thick coating of wet clay.
Sally flipped a switch, and a thick clay smell began to waft towards them. She explained that the device warmed the clay to a blood heat. She had him strip down to his under-shorts, and he stood in front of her, his eyes cast down, obviously embarrassed, his prick a huge bulge in the front. Sally looked at the rock-like cock straining at his shorts, then told him to strip. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and pulled.
His shorts fell down his legs to land in a crumpled heap at his feet, and his thick red hot cock trembled in the air where it had flopped back up after being stretched down by the elastic band of his shorts. He stepped out of them, and picked them up, and held them out to her.
She took them, and made him open his mouth.
She then crammed them in as far as they would go, his jaws spread and held apart by his sweaty come and piss stained shorts. Then she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her own panties. The ones she was wearing were black, and the thin strip of cloth that fit tight over her hot little cunt was sopping wet from the outpouring of pussy juices that his fantasy stirred up.
She shoved them in his nose, and he breathed deeply of the heavenly aroma, and the answering throb that grasped his cock swelled the mushroom head so large that Sally's cunt quivered at the sight. She told him to put on the panties, and he stooped to put his feet into them, then pulled them up. He had a tough time fitting his cock into the sheer silk panties, and by the time he stuffed it in and pulled the elastic top up over the leaping trembling prick, the pussy juices had cooled considerably.
He grimaced at the cold slimy touch of the panties and looked up at Sally. She was watching him humiliate himself with her wet smelly panties, and in the luxurious triumph of the moment had kept her skirt rucked up over her hips, and Jim could see the flat plane of her stomach cross the back line of her garter belt and continue, framed between its borders, down to the hairy mound. Jim sighed, his eyes glued to her cunt.
That hairy mound, where the cleft of the top of her pussy winked at him through the bushy hair. He thought of all the cunts he had imagined. All the ones he'd thought of in school, his little boy thoughts of virgin cunts, tightly stuck together between good girls' legs. Slut cunts that drooled down legs that spread for anyone. And big momma cunts that his little cock just ached to get into, hiding behind the dresses and suits of his friends' mothers. They were all the same to his mind's eye.
Jim's cock ached with the sensations that memory was pouring through his blood and balls. His balls were churning up his come, and they felt too small to hold all the hot slippery white come they made. He strained against the thin silken web of cloth, thrusting out his hops and moaning, and the strangled sound that forced its way through the gag in his mouth woke Sally from her reverie, and she led him to the wall, and put him into the stocks, his arms fastened at the wrists, and his legs at the ankles. He was able to twist the rest of his body as he wished.
Sally picked up a whip and walked back over to stand behind him. She told him she was going to whip him, and he groaned. She thrust the butt end of the whip into the panties that stretched across the crack in his ass, forcing the material up between the cheeks of his ass. She ground the end of it against his asshole, and he pressed up against it with pleasure.
She stood back two paces, and began to lay " the whip along his back. He stood the first two stripes well enough, but after those he writhed and dodged, to no avail, of course. He couldn't escape the whip, and the gag muffled all but the loudest sounds, so that Sally's pleasure was not intereupted by his cries. She lashed out again and again.
Jim's back was covered with big red welts.
She had been careful not to use so big a whip that she would break the skin easily. She didn't want it over too soon. His back being covered, she dropped her aim down to his ass and the backs of his thighs. Not two cuts of the whip on his ass were needed to shred the thin panties, which fell away to the floor.
Jim's cock stood out from his body in front, swinging back and forth when he danced and dodged, trying to escape the whip. Sally was so hot at the sight of his welt covered body that her knees shook, and the sweat stood out on her body, soaking her clothes to her skin. She lay down the whip and stripped herself, rubbing her hands over her breasts and belly. Jim's eyes bugged out at the sight, and his cock strained out in the empty air for the caress of her hot wet flesh, but instead encountered the clay.
His cock shivered across the blood warm clay, and the wet hot clay was indistinguishable from the real article in Jim's highly excited condition. His stockade was close enough to the wall that he could lay his chest and belly against the clay, and when Sally resumed her whipping, he collapsed against the wall, fucking the clay.
Sally was very close to her orgasm now, and every muscle in her body seemed alive with a will of its own. Her legs seemed loose, rocking under her so that she seemed almost drunk. Her ass was tightly screwed up into itself, and the flesh of her breasts, belly and cunt seemed alive, crawling with red-hot little flames that she tried to satiate by rubbing with her free hand and arm. The whip fell faster.
Sally was a sight, her flesh trembling, hugging herself with her free arm slipping and sliding in the beads of sweat that stood out on her skin. Her cunt began to shudder into its spasm, and she managed to slam the whip down even harder across Jim's welt-covered back, breaking the raised bruised skin and sending a thin sheet of blood across his back, ass and legs to the floor. Sally clutched her cunt and collapsed in the floor, writhing in the throes of her come with the whip up her cunt.
She worked the thick leather covered butt of the whip in and out of her sopping wet cunt, feeling the grasping flesh suck and pull at the rigid stick, made warm by the friction of her hand. She bent double, working the whip in and out as her muscles clenched and relaxed, leaving her collapsed in a heap on the floor, her cunt oozing pussy juice in a warm puddle between her legs. Jim whimpered in his arousal, and rammed himself at the wall, trying to spend in the warm wet clay.
He just couldn't make it without her, though, and he twisted around to beg her as best he could to relieve him of his painful arousal. His cock and balls were massive, it seemed to Sally, it seemed that she had never seen such truly enormous erection on any human male. There had been that horse that time on Billy's farm, but Jim's angry red cock seemed the equal of it in her eyes right now.
She stood up, a little shaky on her feet, and walked over to him. She undid the shackles on his wrists and ankles, and he sank to his knees before her, the mute begging in his eyes eloquent. She pulled the gag from his mouth, and he worked his jaws, getting out the soreness.
Sally moved her cunt closer to his mouth, and a glazed look came into her eyes. She commanded he keep his mouth open. Her slave now in deed and thought, he complied without a whimper. She managed to relax her bladder, and a thick stream of smelly hot piss thundered from between the lips of her cunt to splash like a flood in his mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could without closing his mouth, but it wasn't fast enough.
The splashing piss overflowed his mouth and dribbled down his chin, leaving all the hair on his chest matted and wet. The smelly yellow piss drained down on his cock, the warm drops arousing him to a shuddering height of pleasure that was kept at its high level by the almost constant rain of overflow from his mouth. As the stream of piss came to an end, Sally stepped back, and the hot steamy stream splashed down his chest to thunder against the hot rigid trembling length of his cock.
As the stream of piss splashed over his cock, Jim came. The hot liquid coaxed the come from his balls to shoot down onto the floor, each wracking spasm more intense than the last, until he thought his very being would be wrenched from his body out the spurting cock and onto the floor.
Sally had already gotten up from the floor, and she kicked and prodded him until he responded, the final throes of his orgasm still quivering in his prick. She demanded that he cleanse her body, just as the man who was dominated in his fantasy, whom he identified with, had to do for his Amazon. Jim was only too happy to do it for her, and he busily lapped up her sweat, piss and pussy juices from her body. After he had finished, she called Roberta in to care for him, and strode from the room.
Actually, she strode only until she was out of Jim's sight, for she was still too shaky from the orgasm she had just experienced, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of Jim and Roberta.
The only one who strode was Roberta. She had been eavesdropping on Sally and Jim, and her pussy was nice and wet from the sights and sounds she'd been a secret party to behind the door. She was already in a sweat from the excitement she was feeling, and the acrid odor filled Jim's nostrils, causing a slight stirring in his cock. Anything new and different.
She squatted down over his hips and fitted his limber but long cock into her hot hungry cunt. She began to bounce up and down the hard flagpole that sprouted from his loins. She wasn't long in coming after all that watching, and she drenched his prick in the copious outpourings of her squishy cunt.
Roberta stood up and bent down to accommodate Jim. She felt sorry for him and didn't want to leave him in an excited state. She jagged him until he spent, shooting the last few drips of his come in her hand.
Sally squinted, shielding her eyes from the bright gold rays of the morning sun. She yawned, and stretched, feeling the smooth sheets slide over her skin. She thrashed her legs to waken her still lazy body, and then sat up on the edge of the bed. She felt good. She was rested from a full night's sleep, and her nerves and muscles were relaxed from her session the day before in the lab with Jim.
She mused as she sat down on the tile floor of the bathroom to do her exercises. She began with situps. Jim was coming along just fine, really. He was completely open with her in baring his fantasies, and she felt sure that the experiment was proceeding rapidly toward the time when she would be able to present the final results to the board of directors and thereby gain for herself full tneure at the Institute.
She grunted as she swung up to a sitting position, her arms stretched out to touch her toes. She kept herself in good physical condition here, and her body showed it. Her stomach rippled only slightly as she say up, the hairy bush of cunt hair between her legs glinting in the strong sun as she lay back to spread her legs apart and sunbathe.
Sunbathing was one of her favorite ways to relax. She loved the feel of the sun's warmth burning into her skin, and the smell of the tanning flesh as the sweat beaded from the heat was different than any other sweat. It was glorious, and she spent the allotted twenty minutes spread on the floor before she got up to sit on the toilet seat. She grunted.
It was still difficult to sit right down on a cold seat, but she relaxed in just a second and let the night's accumulation of piss splash down into the water beneath her. She waited until the last drop had fallen, then stepped into the shower. She showered quickly, because today was the day that she was going to take Jim outside for the first time. Jim was used to playing the submissive part with her, and now he was going to learn to do it in front of strangers.
She toweled herself dry, and brushed her hair, sweeping it back into a pony tail. She applied a minimum of makeup, and stepped into a pretty frock, disdaining any underclothes or stockings. She looked at herself critically in the mirror. Beautiful. She turned and walked to Jim's room.
Jim was still sleeping. His hair was tousled down over his forehead, and his arms legs were tied to the bedposts. Sally had decided that sleeping in the raw tied up like this would teach him that his body was not his own to use. Tied up like this, his cock was readily accessible to Sally or Roberta if they wanted to come in at any time and play with it. In fact, other than meal time, work periods, or the two one hour free times Jim enjoyed, he was always restrained in this fashion.
Sally had had some trouble convincing Roberta that she shouldn't always be concerned leaving Jim in an aroused state, but Roberta soon caught on to what Sally wanted, and Jim was now in a pretty constant state of erection. Sally had devised a sort of chastity panty for his to wear during his free times, so that he wouldn't be able to jag himself off.
She had taken a pair of rubbed latex panties that fit nice and snug, and fitted an outer panty over them with a liquid layer between so that no pressure could be transmitted through to his cock.
A lock had to be fabricated, and in a couple of days Jim had the panty to wear whenever he wasn't trussed up. If he had to shit or piss, he had his hands tied behind his back and someone in the room with him to dry him off or wipe his ass. Sometimes he had to wear the pantie for hours at a time. He never shit in it, but a few times he had had to piss, and Sally made him piss in the pantie. It was watertight, and the hot piss just sat there, and he was bathed in it.
She drew back the bedsheet to reveal his erect prick. It lay along the length of one leg as Jim had shifted his ass to one side while sleeping. She grasped in in her hand and began to play with it, working the loose skin back and forth over the rigid meat inside. Jim opened his eyes and smiled up at his mistress. She smiled back, but said nothing, and kept up her stroking until she could see his muscles gather and tense.
It was time to get up. Roberta came in to help get Jim dressed and make sure his hands never touched his cock. Dressing Jim was fun for Roberta, because she always seemed to have trouble fitting Jim's huge rod in his pantie. He wasn't going to wear it today, however, and she had only to get into a pair of sheer silk briefs.
After much fumbling on her part which raised Jim's blood pressure considerably, she had the wispy cloth stretched tightly over his erect cock which strained for release. She teased it through the panties a little before getting him completely dressed. Even completely dressed his huge cock was visible due to the bulge in his pants front. Roberta led him out to the front door of the Institute where Sally was waiting.
The car was brought around for them, and Sally drove. Jim sat next to her, and Roberta by the door where they could keep watch on his hands. They stopped at a restaurant, and went in and were seated, Jim between the two women. Sally ordered him to keep his hands on the table at all times, and then snaked her hand beneath the table cloth.
It required but a second before her fingers had found his zipper and opened the front of his pants. She pulled the silky panties down, releasing his rampant red cock to stand free beneath the table. Her cool fingers found his hot flesh, and languidly caressed him. She hefted his balls, fondling him roughly, and the sweat broke out on his forehead at her touch. He moaned at the pleasure he felt.
Just then the waitress approached to take their orders, and Jim felt his eyes lock onto her form. Sally had chosen a topless restaurant, which would have been exciting of itself, but for the establishment's special clientele, a private room in the back where they were seated employed topless and bottomless waitresses. And the girls were beautiful. Long flowing hair, and each wore a corset that wasped their waists and pushed their breasts up unbelievably high.
The corset covered their hips, but framed their cunts in front and left bare their asses in back. Each waitress was the picture of a dominant female. Each one carried a short nine-thonged whip in a belt at their incredibly pinched waists, and each one wore high-heeled boots that were skin-tight leather half way up their thighs. And all their costume was jet black, which contrasted deliciously with their creamy skin.
They were heavily made-up, which accentuated their look of dominance. Jim felt very embarrassed even to be in their presence, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the girl standing in front of the table. She locked glances with him until he was forced to look down, and his eyes stopped at her pussy which was covered with her thick black hair.
The lips of her slit were slightly apart, and he could see the dewy moisture of her dripping pussy juices beaded on the edges of the lips and in the luxuriant hairs that surrounded it. His cock throbbed at the sight, and he didn't know how he was going to eat with this beautiful woman before him. And that was to say nothing of Sally fondling his red hot cock beneath the table. The woman noticed the movement of Sally's arm, and smiled wickedly at Jim, and he knew she saw what was happening. She turned and walked away to get their food, and the rhythmic undulation of her ass framed between her corset and her boots caused a gathering in his balls that Sally barely diagnosed in time to stop her caressing before he came right there. Sally let go of him, and the two women conversed across him, waiting for their food.
The waitress approached with their lunch, and Sally took hold of his cock again. She worked the loose flesh and skin back and forth while the waitress bent over to set the food on the table. Jim could hardly breathe seeing the beautiful girl bending and stretching in front of him. She noticed his discomfort, and made sure her breasts swung more than once across his face, caressing his skin with her erect nipples.
Sally's hand squeezed his trembling prick hard, and he gasped out loud. The girl asked him what was the matter, and Jim flushed bright red with embarrassment. The girl's odor was in his nose, a musky sex odor of cunt and sweat, and his head was spinning with intoxication. He struggled to answer, and could only mutter something unintelligible.
She laughed at him wickedly, and walked back toward the kitchen. Sally released his prick, and it danced frenziedly for a few seconds, then relaxed slightly, still painfully erect. It dipped down with every beat of his pulse, but relaxed slightly as he managed to force down some of the food Sally had ordered for him. They finished their meal, and a busboy cleared the table for them. Sally again took his cock in her hand.
Jim groaned with pleasure as she fondled his balls as they watched the waitress walk over to them. Her breasts bobbed as she walked, and Jim licked his lips as he watched the taut cones of flesh bounce, capped by their deep pink rigid nipples. He saw her watching him, and he lowered his eye to her cunt, and watched her cunt lips caress themselves as she walked up to them. She stood near, watching his face.
And his face was a very expressive one. Especially with Sally's hand working his cock to a fever pitch below the table. The girl was speaking to him now. He had to find an answer. Words had to come.
The girl leaned over the table and rubbed her breasts in his face. The odor of her sweaty skin was overpoweringly delicious.
"I can see you like my tits. Do they make your cock hard? Lots of my clients like to feel my tits while they eat lunch. Their cocks all get hard and bulge out in their pants. If I really like them, I even let them feel my pussy and thighs while I whisper dirty words in their ears."
The girl was rubbing her breasts in Jim's face all the time she was talking, and Sally had begun to caress him very slowly, to keep the pressure in his prick from exploding while the girl was talking to them. She put her lips in Jim's ear and began to whisper.
"Fuck, cock, shit, you like to hear dirty words." And she licked his ear with her hot tongue. Jim's head reeled again. "I bet your cock is hard, really hard, isn't it? Piss, fuck, cunt, fuck, fuck."
Jim groaned. His cock was ready to explode. What was Sally doing? He had to answer her. He stuttered and stumbled, trying to speak, but the only thing to escape his lips was a groan as Sally frigged him savagely and his cock exploded into her hand. He shut his eyes, and Sally's hand kept frigging his hot rigid meat. His come poured out into her hand in rapid spurts. The hot sticky come filled the hollow of her hand and overflowed to the floor as his balls emptied themselves at her command. The waitress kept up her whispering as his cock shuddered and shook, spurting glob after glob of come as Sally frigged.
Finally Sally stopped, and Jim's whirling head settled back down on his shoulders. He was horrified to realize that she had pulled back the table cloth to expose his still twitching cock sticking out of his pants with his cooling come slopped over its length and puddled in Sally's hand. The waitress laughed at him, and Jim riveted his eyes to the floor.
Sally brought her hand up above the table. All the eyes at the table were riveted on the puddle of Jim's come in her palm. The waitress dipped her finger in the cooling glob, and then put her finger down to her cunt, and rubbed it around her clit. Jim was fascinated.
"Poor boy. Shoot your load out in the cold air. Don't you wish you could be where my finger is right now, fucking my cunt, beating it off against my clit in my sweet hot wet pussy, with my fingernails raking your back? Would you like me to squeeze your balls while we fucked?"
Jim was thoroughly humiliated. To complete the job, Sally put her hand to his mouth and forced him to eat all his come out of her hand. Then he had to lick it clean, each finger one at a time.
Sally paid the girl for the lunch, and tipped her well for her role in helping with Jim. She was sure now as they drove back to the Institute that Jim was ready to start assuming the female role, as she glanced at him slumped down between the two girls on the seat, crushed with humiliation and exhaustion at his exertions in the restaurant.
FIELD TESTING
Time passes especially quickly when one is busy. Thus did Sally scarcely notice the weeks flying by as she moulded Jim's new personality. He was now called Jimmie, a girl's name, which was in keeping with the way in which he thought of himself. It had been hard work.
Most importantly, and probably the hardest thing for Sally to do was to remove all sexual quality from Jim's prick. If he was going to think of himself as a girl, it just wouldn't do for a big thick prick to be sticking up between his thighs and reminding him that he was a man. So Sally and Roberta had to stop the practice of dominating him by keeping him in an unsatisfied state of constant arousal. He was submissive as it was, and the only reason they kept it up was for their own pleasure.
Next, Sally fashioned a restraining strap that wound around his thighs in such a way as to keep his prick stretched back between his legs. He had to piss sitting down that way, and the stream of piss always hit him in the asshole so that he always had to wipe himself off. This was female in his mind, and helped cement the idea for him.
Even so, Sally could see that the idea wasn't taking firm hold on him. For one thing, he was always looking at her or at Roberta whenever they showed any of their legs or ass, and they could see that it still turned him on, even though his behaviour patterns in bodily functions were becoming very feminine in nature. So she took drastic measures.
First she removed the restraining belt and had the Institute physician take stitches in his skin to keep his prick back between his legs. The stitches weren't permanent, but Jim didn't know that, and the thought they were helped. To supplement this, she decided to use some learned behaviour pattern designs.
The next day Jim came in to the lab for the morning session with Sally, Roberta had already set up a rather complex device consisting of a table and chair with all sorts of electronic devices about; this gave it the appearance of one of those far out science fiction machines he had read about. The table and chair faced a raised pedestal. They were very close together. Any one sitting at the table would have been only about two feet from someone standing on the pedestal.
The girls had Jim, "Jimmie they called him, sit on the chair. First he was stripped anked and strapped in the chair. Next, Sally herself stripped and went and stood up on the pedestal. She spread her legs apart and began to stroke her clit. Her cunt lips began to sag open under the pressure of her arousal, and the dewy drops of her pussy juices sprinkled the pink inner flesh of her cunt.
Her cunt was only two feet from Jim's face, close enough to smell the hot sweaty smell that issued forth from the hot secret flesh of her cunt under the animal stimulation she gave it. As she bucked her hips in the feral rhythm of a bitch in heat her open wet inviting flesh came to within a foot of his eyes and lips. Of course he became passionately aroused; this was Sally; she was sex and domination together for him.
And then Roberta hit the switch. At first it was only a mild current that was attached to his cock and balls. Whenever he saw Sally's flesh and began to become aroused, he'd get the shock. Later, when his reaction wasn't that fast, he got the shock as soon as he saw her body.
In this way, Jim learned to associate the idea of a beautiful sexy cunt and the female body with it with an undesirable pain. Rather than arouse him sexually, the sight of Sally or Roberta nude caused an involuntary shying away on his part. In a short time, this became the natural shy reaction of a girl who has been brought up very strictly and catches the sight of another girl nude and is embarrassed.
The next part of the program was much simpler. Jim had a strong sex drive. And if this drive were turned off in one direction, it would, of itself, turn on in another. This natural tendency on Jim's part helped Sally with the next step in her conversion. This was the use of the same techniques of acquired learning to plant a sexual attachment for me in Jim's psyche. It proved very easy.
The first such session set the tone for the entire series. Sally had arranged for a very muscular young man of about twenty-two to come and help us out. He came into the room, and mounted the platform in front of Jim's nose. The young man was very pleasant to look at, and Jim's inherent sexuality found something attractive in him from the start.
Without Jim knowing about it, Sally was standing behind him, showing her body off to the young man. All she had to do was unbutton her sweater and pull out one of her breasts and caress it. A long bulge appeared in the young man's pant's leg. Jim's eyes were glued to it. It strained against the fabric of his pants until Jim thought, and hoped, it would rip.
Roberta glided over to the pedestal and curled up to sit at the young man's feet. She slid her arms and hands up and down his legs, rubbing his thighs and grazing his prick through the pants cloth. At the same time, Sally had come up behind Jim as he sat strapped in the chair and slid one arm around so that she could play with his cock as it pulsed, tucked back and stitched between his thighs. The bottom of his seat was cut out so that his prick, balls and asshole were there to her touch.
Roberta stood up against the young man, rubbing her breasts against his torso. She pulled his shirt from his pants, and slowly unbuttoned it, all the while moving suggestively against his legs. He wasn't wearing any undershirt, and the curly balck hairs that thickly matted his chest were revealed as the shirt dropped back off his shoulders.
Jimmie was fascinated. The unknown hand was slowly moving on the base of his prick, building a warmth that suffused his body. He riveted his eyes to the young man's nipples. They were deep maroon islands in the flat hairy bushland of his chest. They were erect, their tiny points of flesh standing up, outposts in the vast hairy wilderness. Jimmie licked his lips at the thought of running his fingers through the young man's chest hair as Roberta was doing-no w.
The young man was evidently excited. He rubbed his body against Roberta in return, the two of them writhing on the pedestal, Roberta's beautiful body being dry fucked by the huge lump in his pants. Both of them were breathing hard, and the sweat gleamed on the man's chest. Much of his hair was matted down by the moisture, and the odor of his body was strong in Jim-mie's nostrils. He was fascinated. This was a new experience.
Jimmie had always been repulsed by male body odor. But this scent was very attractive. The man's arms were raised and the humid tangle of dark hairs under his arms sent forth their perfumed aroma to mingle with the odor of his chest. The effect of the combined smell on Jimmie was a thickening of the flesh tucked between his legs. This corresponded to a full erection in the old days. Now he didn't seem to get fully erect.
Sally felt that his mind refused to allow him such a strong reminder of masculinity in view of the learning patterns she had imprinted on his psyche. Anyway, Jimmie could still have as much of a thrill out of the thickening of his sexual parts as Jim could have had from a thundering come in the old days. His balls still produced a little come, but it really wasn't very much, and it just succeeded in wetting his asshole.
Jimmie didn't know it then, but this wetting down of his asshole proved a blessing to him many times over. It's a very painful thing to have a thick hot cock shoved up your ass dry.
Roberta was unzipping the man's fly, and Jimmie's attention was focused entirely on the vee-shaped opening at his waist. She put her hand into his fly, and Jimmie could see the bulge that was Roberta's hand glide down to merge with the bulge that was the hidden spire of male flesh pounding in the man's pants. Jimmie's breath came faster and shallower, he was sweating, the stink of his body arose in his nostrils, and Sally's hand was moving between his thighs. His blood raced in his veins.
Sally was enjoying the sight. Jimmie's private parts were entirely open to her. She ran her fingers over the length of fleshy prick to his asshole. She played there, digging into the crinkly dark ring with her fingernails, stabbing and clawing as he writhed above her. She pulled on the hairs that grew in the crevice, plucking them out one by one.
The pain only served to heighten Jimmie's enjoyment of the situation, as the stimulation of the right kind of pain had always done. It also served to deepen the psychological dependency and submissiveness that Sally was fostering in his mind as part of her patterning of his responses.
The young man's slacks were around his ankles now, and a ten-inch length of thick flesh stood out from between his thighs. Jimmie was staring at it with undisguised fascination. His throat and mouth seemed very dry as he tried to swallow. His pulse raced in his ears, and he seemed to be high above the area, far removed from everything in the room except the huge cock that was pointing right at him.
Roberta sat down now, and the only thing Jimmie saw before him was the man. The man was naked now, and his body seemed covered with curly dark hair. His cock grew out of a deep tangled thicket of it, and his balls clung to the underside of the thick shaft as though they feared they'd be lost if they hung down in the forest. His legs were like finely shaped pillars supporting the temple of his body, with the high holy altar at which Jimmie was drooling to worship standing between them.
The pulsing cock itself was what drew Jimmie's very being out of his body. It was long, and very thick. It was a quivering, living thing of itself, a blind searching seeker after sex, dribbling life from its one sightless eye in the middle of its head. The complexion of the staff was an ivory white, suffused from within by the bright scarlet of the blood that swelled it to such kingly size. Two large balls were dwarfed by the size of the machine as they nestled up beneath its base.
The young man, having been instructed in the purpose of the exhibition, looked Jimmie right in the eye. He caught Jimmie's fascinated gaze, and then directed it by his own back down to his cock, where he had already brought his hands. He stood down from the pedestal, and put one foot back up on it, turning his body slightly outward. This had the effect of spreading his legs far apart and giving a further upward tension to his cock.
He began to rub the inside of his thighs with one hand, and slowly caress his long cock with the other. Sally, who was watching very carefully, immediately adjusted the rhythm of her caresses to exactly match what Jimmie was seeing in front of him. The man stretched his lithe body while he rubbed his cock and legs with his hands. His muscles rippled and flowed beneath his skin, and Jimmie swallowed hard watching.
His hand pulled at his cock. The hard red length of prick was thrusting against his fingers which were pushing down and away on it from the trunk of his body. A rapturous look covered his face. Jimmie recognized the look; many times he'd employed the technique of producing a feeling of detachment, almost as though the prick in his hand wasn't his at all, but yet he was enjoying the pleasure it was giving.
He thrust his hips out at Jimmie, his huge cock lunging at his head as though he were trying to rape Jimmie's mouth. Jimmie gulped at the thought, and hoped that somehow he could taste the salty come that dripped, drop by drop in his excitement, from the hole in the huge head capping the swollen red glowing sweaty wet cock. He wet his lips with his tongue.
The young man stepped closer to him. His prick was trembling in the air only inches from Jimmie's face. Sally's hands kept up a steady stimulation on his cock and asshole, and he was in a furious state of excitement. There was a hesitation of only a few seconds, and then Jimmie moved his face and slid his cheek along the rigid length of cock.
Driven by the new sensation, the hot red cock danced and bucked in the air. Jimmie put his face under the roots of the huge machine and nuzzled in the man's balls. He pushed at them with his nose, and took them one at a time into his mouth. He sucked very gently on them, not enough to cause real pain, but sufficient to cause a mild discomfort, which he knew from experience was very stimulating. He blew on the wet skin of the man's ball sack, and the cooling breeze tightened up the skin, pulling them up.
Jimmie's hands entered into the action now, as he curled his fingers around the balls which were pulled up tightly against the taut meat that was desperately trying to find a hot wet place to spew forth its load of come. Jimmie's other hand grasped the mushroom cap head of the rigid cock, forcing it to point straight down. The increased tension in the young man's belly caused groans of pleasure to come forth from his mouth.
At a signal from Sally, unseen to Jimmie, the young man turned around, presenting his ass to Jimmie. His prick was still pointing downward, and Jimmie pulled further back on it. The man was forced to bend over from the waist. This put his tautly stretched ass right in Jimmie's face, and the hair-ringed asshole beckoned to him. As he caught sight of it, Sally speeded up the tempo of her caress, and he was trapped. His face splatted against the sweat soaked crevice in the man's ass, his lips on the dark red hole.
His lips and tongue pulled and pushed, playing with the asshole at their pleasure, as Jimmie caressed the man's ass with his face. The more he ground his face into the hot damp smelly ass, the faster Sally caressed him, until he could hold back no longer. He pulled the man's prick all the way back between his thighs and captured it in his mouth. At the same time, he kept the upper part of his face busy in the ass before him.
Stars exploded in a dazzling shower of light for Jimmie as the man's thick creamy sperm spurted into his mouth, flooding him. He swallowed as fast as he could, but the enormous pressure of the huge balls forced some of it out of his mouth and down his chin. At the same time, Sally's fingers drew from his thickened lump of prick flesh and asshole an orgasm that transcended his being, imprinting forever in his mind the pleasure of receiving as a woman the strong rigid sex of a man.
The young man was helped from the room by two orderlies, while Sally and Roberta stood over Jimmie. They helped him up, and then the three of them returned to their room to help Jimmie clean up. He showered, but he was no longer allowed to shave. Instead, he used a cream depilitory on his body. This helped create a feminine feel and touch to his skin.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Sally stood up and gazed at him, her hand cradling her chin, deep in thought. Then she spoke.
"I think, Jimmie, the time is right for you to dress your part. I have some very pretty things for you. Come take a look."
Jimmie minced over to her, and she realized that she was going to have to do something about the stitching in his prick. She had him bend over, and reaching into her open pocket to produce a pair of fingernail scissors, squatted down and snipped the binding thread. She slipped it out from his flesh, and Jimmie gripped his ankles from the pain. But then he really didn't mind, as Sally well knew.
Then he straightened up, and Sally began pulling out clothes for him to wear. First came a well-padded bra. He put it to his chest, and Sally showed him how to fasten it in back. He looked at himself in the mirror and put one hand on each full cup. He rubbed them against his nipples, and the unfamiliar friction caused them to stand erect. He smiled at the very pleasant feeling, and turned back to Sally for the rest of the clothes.
Next came a skimpy pair of satiny bikini briefs. He drew them up over his legs. The tiny band of satin rode low on his ass and crossing his legs below his hip bones, dipped very low in front, barely covering his cock which had to be stuffed back between his legs in order to fit at all. His curly thatch of cock hair tumbled out over the waistband of the panties in a languid, suggestive manner. All in all, his hairless legs, chest and stomach presented a very pretty picture to the eye.
Jimmie's hair hadn't been cut at all since he'd been at the Institute, and it had grown long enough to be worn up on his head. Now came make-up, and perfume. Next Sally drew a pair of "wet look" panty hose from the drawer, and Jimmie sat on a chair to put them on. Sally showed him how to do it, and Jimmie quickly picked up the technique of smoothing the glistening sheer stockings up over his thighs with his palms.
He stood up and grinned at Sally and licked his lips. He spread his legs apart and stroked the base of his cock between his thighs with his open palm in a very sexy way. Sally looked at Roberta, who nodded. That would turn on any man. Now a sheer blouse, and a short mini-skirt completed the picture. Jimmie now looked the part of a very sexy young girl. And now he was going to get the chance to field test the role.
They waited until evening. All day Jimmie moved about the Institute dressed as a girl. The only people who knew him were those connected in some way with his project, so most of the people didn't know of his role playing. And the results of the deception were very satisfying. It was very ego-building for Jimmie to be completely accepted in the role he was playing as he so completely identified with the role. Especially so since he so outshone most of the girls there.
Sally drove him into town as soon as it was dark. Dressed as before except for a handbag and sweater, Jimmie strolled up the street where most of the town's night spots were located, looking for some action. He turned in at one of the bars, and strolled over to a table and sat down. He looked around, and noticed that there were only two men in the place. Both turned away as soon as he tried to catch their eyes, so he knew they'd been attracted. Too bad they were both pushing so much booze that they'd already gotten sloppy and loud. He threw them another glance.
He'd caught them again. This time he made a great show of crossing his legs. The light shimmered on his hose, rippling where the smooth flesh rippled over slim muscles. He made sure that a lot of panty showed for as long as possible. The two men saw plenty. One reached for his drink so as to gird himself to pick up Jimmie, but the other was already on his feet. Swaying and lurching, he made his way over to the table.
"H'lo, sexy. What's a girl like ya doin' here?"
Jimmie smiled prettily and lowered his eyes. "Oh, I'm just out for a good time. I guess I'd like to find a little fun."
The man threw back his head and guffawed. "A li'l fun. Only a li'l fun?" He pushed back his chair and spread his thighs apart to reveal a huge bulge in his pants. He patted his pants where they bulged. "I got a lotta fun right here for you, Baby."
Jimmie blushed. He put both feet on the floor with his knees together, the perfect picture of an offended female. "How dare you! How dare you!" He pouted and ranted at the man, but the man only smiled more broadly and rubbed his prick harder through his pants. Jimmie considered for a moment, and then decided that although he was splendidly equipped, he was very probably too drunk to make a very pleasant fucker.
So he stood up and tried to walk out of the place past the man. But the drunk grabbed him by the arm and swung him about. He put his face right up against Jimmie's breasts with a leer, and pulled him between his legs. Jimmie's legs pressed against the drunk's throbbing prick in such a fashion as to rub it lengthwise along his thighs. Jimmie caught his breath as he felt the magnificent girth and obvious length of the rock-hard flesh searching for his cunt. The drunk groaned with a delighted leer at Jimmie's momentary hesitation, thinking that he'd won.
But the appeal of the powerful prick against his thighs wasn't enough to overcome the revulsion at the clouds of liquor breath and slovenly manners the drunk was mauling his sensibilities with, not even close. He rammed his knee up into the drunk's balls, just hard enough to make him loose his grip on Jimmie's arm to clutch at his crotch, enabling Jimmie to jump free. But the unforeseen happened.
Jimmie lurched backward out of the drunk's grip into the arms of the bartender, who seeing a beautiful young prick teaser turning down one of his best customers, decided to lend a hand in subduing her. The drunk stood up, massaging his balls with one hand while facing Jimmie, whose arms were restrained behind his back.
"You Goddam fucking bitch! I oughta slug you right in the cunt. In fact, I oughta kick you right in your cunt. Cunt. Ho! You probably haven't opened your box for anything but your fingers." The drunk stood weaving in front of Jimmie threatening him, until the bartender took both Jimmie's arms in one hand, and drew up his skirt with the other.
The drunk's eyes opened wide as Jimmie's legs and panties were thrown open. The light played upon the "wet" stockings and panty, and the shadow of the satin panties he wore loomed darkly beneath them. He reached out his hand and ran his fingers through the luxuriant growth of hair above the top of Jimmie's panties, while Jimmie struggled hopelessly.
"How do ya like it, bitch cunt? In your asshole? Or would you rather I come all over your legs and your cunt?" And with that he unzipped his pants and hauled out a rigidly erect prick over seven inches in length. It was angry red, and a drop of come glistened in the hole in the head.
The drunk shook it at Jimmie with one hand, fondling it, hefting its weight, rubbing the loose skin along the rigid meat beneath. His massive balls flopped out of his trousers too, the wrinkled hairy skin stretched taut over the oval nuggets that held back his come struggling to spend.
Jimmie's eyes fixed themselves on the prick in front of his legs. The drunk moved closer, until the head of his prick was nestled in the crevice between Jimmie's tightly locked together thighs. He lunged forward, and the rigid battering ram of his cock dug into Jimmie's tender thighs. He pulled back, and motioned for the bartender to force Jimmie to his knees.
The huge prick was free now, hanging pendu-lously in Jimmie's face. Tremor after tremor shook the massive fleshy tool. The large purple veins bulged out with blood, and a warm aura beat in his face. He opened his mouth gasping for breath against the swoon that threatened to verwhelm his senses. His prick, tucked back as it was, throbbed itself thickly against his balls, each pulse of blood throbbing a pulse of pain.
The drunk fell forward, ramming his prick between Jimmie's lips. The monstrous ram of rigid flesh filled his mouth, butting against the back of his throat until he gagged. He managed to pull his head back far enough to where he could close his mouth as best he could about the red hot prick, and the lipstick slashed deep crimson over the purple suffused glow of blood through the drunk's prick. He could breathe.
The flow of air to his head cleared his senses to the point that he realized he had a big hot throbbing cock in his mouth. He sucked at it, and the rigid length of hot meat throbbed back at him, pulsing with the urgent need to spew forth its load of hot sticky come. Jimmie reached up with one hand and caressed the drunk's balls, and the base of the man's prick. The other hand crept around his ass to scratch and rub the cheeks of his ass, searching for the depths of his asshole.
His searching finger found the little rosy hole hiding all tightly closed. It probed, but the ring of flesh was too tightly closed. He managed to wet his finger a little by working it against the drunk's prick as it withdrew partially from his mouth. The finger moved back to the little hole and plunged deeply in. The drunk rammed his hips forward, sending his prick so far down Jimmie's throat that it blocked his windpipe, and he couldn't breathe. The drunk loved it.
If Jimmie withdrew his finger from the drunk's ass, the stopping of the exquisitely pleasurable sensations would have caused him to struggle, trying thereby to start them up again. And Jimmie would have suffocated. But he didn't. He just kept grinding his finger in the drunk's asshole, and just kept sucking his cock with long thirsty draws.
The combination of his sucking and reaming the drunk drew a large deep rumble from deep in his balls. Jimmie kept right on going, and the steady pulsing throb of the drunk's cock became a fluttering wild spasmotic trembling that erupted into a spewing flood of hot sticky salty white come that flowed into his mouth and up his nose.
Jimmie managed to pull away from the erupting cock in his mouth while at the same time twisting to one side. The bartender, still holding his arms, was completely absorbed in the drunk's come, and was taken by surprise with Jimmie's movement. The still spurting come shot out of the drunk's cock and landed on the bartender's shirt, vest and pants. The drunk couldn't have prevented this from happening if he had been conscious enough of his surroundings to realize the bartender was even there.
But this didn't stop the bartender from blaming his erstwhile friend for the damage. The drunk resented being disturbed in the warm rosy afterglow of his come, and so, naturally enough, in the rhubarb that followed, Jimmie was completely forgotten. This suited him well enough, and he took the opportunity to duck out of the bar and continue down the street. He ducked into the next place he came to, and repaired the damage to his appearance in the ladies room. He emerged, ready to continue.
His first adventure was an unqualified success. He had aroused the drunk all the way to orgasm simply by acting out a role consisting of a set of responses the drunk thought a girl would make under the existing circumstances. This plus his appearance scored for him.
So he ordered a drink and chose an empty table and sat down. He nursed the drink along, waiting to see if anything more would come his way. A party of visiting firemen from the great Midwest roared into the bar, and two of the middle-aged potbellied loudmouths shouted some suggestive comments at him. Jimmie smiled, and asked the speaker if he'd really like to fuck him. The visitor paled. He hadn't expected to be singled out.
Jimmie stood up. He taunted the embarrassed man. He told him to take out his cock, if he had one, and let him see if it was long and thick enough for him. The man blustered and hedged, and Jimmie flounced out of the bar, saying that obviously the man couldn't put his cock where his mouth was. The roars of laughter from the other men swarmed about his head as he walked out the door. Triumph number two.
Jimmie walked down to the corner, and stood waiting for the traffic light to change. He smiled at the drivers turning the corner before him, and noticed that the only one who didn't smile back at him immediately was a young boy of about his own age. The boy was obviously flustered by Jimmie's smile, and this indicated an interest on his part.
So Jimmie beckoned him over to the curb by waving his hand. He opened the door, and put his head in, and asked the boy if he could have a ride. The boy nodded in agreement, and Jimmie slid onto the car seat. The boy was from a wealthy family. His clothes and the car were very expensive. Jimmie felt sure that the boy could have anything he wanted, but the fact he seemed so tongue tied and shy probably meant that he never did much on his own, and that most of his adventures with girls were imaginary.
The short skirt Jimmie was wearing ruked up when he slid onto the car seat, and he made no attempt to pull it down. The boy was looking at his legs every chance he got. Jimmie ran his finger up his thigh.
"What's a matter, guy?" He spoke softly, and his voice was very feminine. "Anything of yours working besides your eyes?"
The boy blushed and looked away, but turned his head back to look at Jimmie's legs again, then raised his eyes to his face. Jimmie was smiling. The boy blew a great sigh of relief, and put his arm on the seat. Jimmie accepted the invitation, and slid over to sit next to the boy. The skirt rose up even higher, and now his panties and the bush of hair that spilled over their top were visible to the boy. He hugged Jimmie against himself.
The car turned off the road onto a gravel path that ended in a parking lot that served as a make out spot for teenagers. Other cars were scattered about, but there was enough room between them to ensure privacy. The boy shut off the motor, and turned to Jimmie and kissed him on the mouth. His tongue probed against Jimmie's teeth, and his mouth sucked at Jimmie's breath. Jimmie surrendered to the onslaught, and greedily fought back with his tongue, caressing the boy's mouth and lips with it.
They broke from their embrace, both panting from excitement. Jimmie's cock thickened between his legs, and he could see a large bulge in the boy's pants. The boy asked Jimmie's name in a voice hoarse with lust.
"Jimmie, handsome, what's yours?" and nuzzled the boy's ear.
"Richard, but the guys call me Rich."
"That's a nice name, Rich," Jimmie said, and slid his hand down and began to feel the lump in the boy's pants. "But I thought they'd call you Dick. I've never felt anything this big before." The lump stiffened as the boy's prick stiffened under the combined effect of Jimmie's hand and his flattery. Rich pulled Jimmie to him, and they kissed again.
This time when they broke, Rich spoke. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful, Jimmie? Your hair, your eyes,...."
Jimmie broke into Rich's words. "It's no fucking wonder you never get anywhere." Rich's eyes widened at Jimmie's choice of language. "You may have a big prick, but you also have a big mouth. You talk while you should be doing." He reached down and unzipped Rich's fly, and pulled his cock up out of his pants and underwear. It was a beautiful prick, long, stiff, and thick, and it stood straight up, pointing at the sky and quivering with anticipation. Jimmie bent down and brushed it with a kiss, and Rich cried out with surprised delight.
Jimmie traced his fingers over the taut thick flesh, teasing and pulling at the prick until Rich closed his eyes, swept up in the pure pleasure of the warm wet caress of Jimmie's mouth. Jimmie nipped gently at the ridge of Rich's cock head with his teeth, at the same time pressing at the loose skin of his shaft with his lips. The rigid prick in his mouth bulged at his attention, and Rich pulled his head into his crotch.
Jimmie lifted up his head and opened his mouth. Rich's prick flopped out and stood glistening in the dim light from the moon and stars. Jimmie blew gently upon it, and the tense muscle throbbed its response to the cold caress of air. Rich's head was thrown back on the seat, and he breathed pantingly through his gaping mouth. His arms and hands hung limp at his sides, all of his life force being concentrated in the gleam of his slitted eyes and the throbbing energy of his hot, thick, cock.
"Hey, guy," Jimmie said, "that do ya think this is, a picknic? I do all the work, and what do I get for it? Nothin'? You got another think comin', Charlie. I like sex too, ya know."
Rich sat bolt upright at Jimmie's tirade, and put his hands around his neck and pulled him close to his face and tried to kiss his mouth, but Jimmie beat him to it, attacking back, winding his arms around Rich's neck and clambering up onto his lap. They kissed, and Jimmie ground his ass on Rich's cock through his panties and hose. The sensation of the silky underwear on Rich's cock brought him very close to spending, and he pushed free of Jimmie and sat panting against the door.
Jimmie pulled his sweater up over his head, and turned back to face Rich, who was watching him with lust engraved in his every aspect. The twin cups of his bra pointed at him, and Rich raised his hands and took them in his grasp, squeezing and kneading the cloth, rubbing the cups against Jimmie's chest in a circle. He pressed his thighs together, and the entire length of his massive shaft save the monstrous head was hidden. The head looked like a giant red mushroom growing out between Rich's thighs. Jimmie brushed his hand back and forth over the exposed head, striking the swollen flesh until Rich groaned and begged him to stop.
Jimmie stopped, and sat up. Rich put his arms around Jimmie's back and unsnapped his bra. The padded bra fell away, and Jimmie's chest was revealed, softly fleshed and hairless, but no breasts. Rich drew back.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothin' Jimmie, but...."
"But what? But Jimmie's tit are tiny, right? Look at your cock, you stupid mother fucker, those aren't my tits what got it stood straight up on end. Shit, no. It was my looks, and my ass, and my mouth on your cock, and the thought of what you're going to get. If you get a move on."
Rich dove for Jimmie's chest with his mouth, and captured one nipple with his teeth. The tiny lump of flesh stiffened in response to the tugiing and pulling Rich gave it, alternated with pushing and licking with his tongue. He fondled the other nipple with his hand, working at the stiff lump with his fingers, then pressing his palm against it and gathering in the surrounding flesh with his fingertips.
Jimmie worried at Rich's cockhead all the while, brushing his hand back and forth at first. Then he pressed straight down, rubbing the tip in a circular motion against the blood hard inner shaft. Then he picked at the hole with his little finger. The hole was wet with drops of Rich's come that his balls squeezed out, and Jimmie dug his finger in as far as he could in the soft wet hole. Rich gasped as Jimmie's finger tried to rape and ream out his prick, but he couldn't get very far.
Rich dropped his hands to Jimmie's skirt, and bunched it up around his waist. He slid one hand under Jimmie's ass, and slid the panty hose down over his ass. The silky panties and the thick curly brush of hair were dimly visible in the light. Rich worked the hose down Jimmie's thighs, taking maximum advantage of his opportunities to slide his hands along the naked flesh. He worked the hose down his calves, and off his feet.
Jimmie lifted one foot up to Rich's face and put his big toe to the boy's lips. Rich opened his mouth, eyes closed, no longer in control of what he did, a slave to the lustful needs of his hungry flesh. He took Jimmie's toes into his mouth, and began to lick them, run his tongue between them, suck on each one, and lick up and down his foot. He bathed Jimmie's foot with his tongue, licking hungrily as though eating.
At the same time, Jimmie pried open Rich's legs, freeing the rigid thick length of his cock from the imprisonment of his thighs. He lifted his other foot, and set it down on Rich's cock and balls. He put pressure against the thick blood gorged flesh, and he could feel the trapped flesh throb in response. Rich hesitantly put his fingers on Jimmie's panty covered thicket of cock hairs. He rubbed, and as Jimmie thrust his hips against his hand, he grew bolder, and began to inch his fingers lower.
Globs of come began to leak from Jimmie's cock tucked back between the cheeks of his ass, and the hot sticky fluid wet the crotch of his panties. Rich rubbed the wet cloth over Jimmie's crotch. Jimmie twisted away from Rich's hand, and put both feet down on the floor. Rich lunged after him, and clambered on top of Jimmie as he lay back against the door.
Jimmie thought how successful he was as Rich ripped off his panties and spread his legs apart. He took his cock in his hand for a moment, and then pulled Jimmie over on top of him as he sat back against the seat with his thighs together and his cock sticking straight up in the air. Jimmie straddled his legs, and sat down on his lap so that Rich's cock was squeezed in between Jimmie's thighs, and pressed up against his prick.
The globs of come still oozing from Jimmie's cock wet both pricks so heavily with the hot sticky fluid that no unpleasant friction resulted, and Jimmie fucked Rich's cock between his legs just as though he had a cunt, and Rich, lying back with his eyes closed, never knew the difference.
Jimmie found a wad of tissue in his purse, and stuffed it between the cheeks of his ass so as to absorb Rich's come when he spent. He could tell by the rapturous look on Rich's face that he was drawing close. He pinched his legs together, holding Rich's huge hot trembling cock fast against his slippery skin, and lifted his body up off Rich's lap. Rich groaned as though Jimmie were pulling his cock out by the roots.
Jimmie's cock shuddered, and wave after wave of electric shock flowed through his body as his orgasm wracked and drove his flesh to a quivering halt. He sat trembling on Rich's lap, and Rich, unable to contain himself any longer, grabbed Jimmie's shoulders and worked him up and down in his lap. His passion mounted higher as Jimmie completed his come. His cock pushed and drove, searching up for the release that Jimmie's body promised.
Pulse after pulse throbbed through Rich's cock as his hot thick sticky come flooded out from his tortured flesh. His entire being was wrung out through the tiny hole in the tip of his cock head, and his balls ached with the exertion of pumping the loads of come through the thick hot quivering shaft of flesh wedged against Jimmie's ass. The two boys collapsed against each other on the car seat as the come began to cool on their flesh.
THE FINAL EXPERIMENT
Jimmie's night out on the town was an unqualified success. He had passed, as they say, without the slightest suspicion. This convinced Sally that Jimmie had completed all the necesssary psychological adjustments in his personality adaptation. She was thrilled. Here she stood, upon the very brink of success in her entire project. While she had been imprinting all of Jimmie's learned patterning, some of the scientists in the electronics department of the Institute had made a new discovery.
Some of the world's foremost physicists worked with the Institute in conjunction with a team of vary famous medical brain specialists. Working together, they had discovered a process by which the consciousness of one person could be implanted in the mind of another. The second person's consciousness would either be switched, or it would be stored in a mind bank. The transplanted person would have all his or her old memories, as well as access to the sensory imprints of the new body.
Sally decided that the time was ripe for the final experiment. Jimmie would undergo the first mind switch. The board of scientists met, and it was decided that Jimmie would undergo the experimental test early the following morning. Sally had found a young girl of about seventeen who was willing to submit to the experiment and allow her body to be used by Jimmie. The girl was good looking, and attractive. The infirmary was prepared, as a quiet place for the unoccupied body would be needed.
The day dawned bright, and the pale gold deepening to a full yellow awakened Jimmie through the open window. He sat up and looked around. He got up and cleaned his body, dressed and walked down to the infirmary. The staff there laid him down in the bed, and put the necessary antenna near his head. The girl lay down in the next bed, and everything was ready for the grand transformation. The switch was pulled, and a surge of power lurched through Jimmie's mind, and all was black.
Jimmie awakened with a growing sense of wonder at the transformation he was undergoing. With his eyes still closed he cast his mind about trying to feel the boundaries and definitions of his body, but he felt no different than he had before. Perhaps then the experiment had been a failure. He opened his eyes. Sally was standing over him. His body was wrapped in a great bulky shroud, and he was wheeled back to his bedroom to find himself. The door clicked shut, and he was alone.
The shroud fell to the floor as Jimmie sat up. Large breasts hung from her chest. Jimmie was she now, the dynamics of motion defined the limits and the form of the body occupied. Breasts ballooned out from a chest that before was flat. A glance between spread thighs saw, and a probing finger confirmed that the brush of hair masked a cunt. The body, and therefore Jimmie, was female. Before it had been only the appearance and the behavior, now it was also the reality.
Jimmie put her hands to her breasts and hefted the unaccustomed weight. Her breasts were large, and capped by pink nipples. She flicked one with her fingernail, and watched delightedly as it stiffened like the tip of a finger projecting from the demisphere of her flesh. She felt the stiffening to be much the same as it had been before, but much more intense. After all, there was so much more nipple.
She squeezed and kneaded her breasts, feeling the sensations and tremors of pleasure flood her being. She was surprised to feel a sudden dampness between her thighs, then smiled as she remembered. Hesitantly she probed at the hidden cave of her newly found cunt with a finger. The thicket of curly hair parted, and her finger pushed between the folds of flesh that formed her cunt. Her clit. Fascinated, she pushed at it again.
A strange thrill shot through her in response to her manipulations. Having a clit was something like having a prick in that it was a distinct piece of flesh to feel for a thrill. Of course, it didn't get all stiff and stick straight out, but it did thicken and throb under her finger. She kept up the motion her finger was applying to her cunt, and relaxed, lying back and breathing more deeply in response to the quickening of her blood as it raced through her body in time with her finger.
She kept it up for a short while, feeling the surge of passion build up in her until she knew if she kept it up she'd come. She wanted her first come as a girl to be a really good one, so she stopped feeling her cunt, and kept still until her nerves quieted down. She got up on her knees on the bed with her thighs apart, and snuck one hand to her cunt.
Jimmie almost cried out with amazement. Her cunt was gaping widely open, and it was aflood with hot slippery juice. All the girls he had felt up before coming to the Institute had never gotten so wet. She plunged her hand up her slippery wet pussy, and the blood heat of the wet pink pussy was so hot on her unsuspecting fingers that she pulled them back, startled, sure that she'd been burned.
She put her fingers to her mouth. Not bad, she thought, I'd sure hate to have a cunt I thought tasted bad. She sat back on her haunches, and began to frig her clit with one hand. She felt in a kind of detached mood. It was difficult to think of herself only as a girl. Even with all the patterning that Sally had given her Jimmie still recalled some of the masculine response with which she would have greeted a wet, juicy cunt back when she'd had a prick. The feeling was good.
Jimmie stopped her frigging, and smiled. She was lucky, very lucky. How many people get to know what it is like to appreciate their body both from their own point of view while feeling themselves, and from the point of view of the opposite sex. It was almost like frigging, fucking and being fucked, all at the same time, and being everyone involved, and at the same time being the only one involved.
With this new perspective firmly fixed in mind, Jimmie began to frig her clit again. She breathed deeply as she felt herself, and again she breathed deeply as she recalled being a cock feeling a clit. Dizzy, she pulled her hand away from herself. She looked around the room. There was nothing in sight she could use. She put her finger back to her clit, and lay back on the bed. She closed her eyes and let the both parts of her mind chase themselves and each other around the inside of her head.
First as one part, then the other, she felt her clit, dabbing at it with one finger, then pushing it rapidly in a circle until her passion approached the boiling point. She'd pull her hand lower and plunge three, maybe four fingers deep in the sheathe of her cunt, stretching and pulling at her hot wet flesh. When the sensations mounted too strongly for her to continue that either, she slid one wet finger deep up her ass.
The finger reamed and slid up and back the tiny pink hole. Her ass hole, relaxed at first, began to spasmodically clench at her finger as her other hand had returned to her clit. It felt very good to feel her cunt as she fucked herself in the ass with her finger, it brought back memories of her patterning, and how good she'd felt under Sally's fingers.
Her breathing was ragged now, she dragged the air into her lungs and held it as long as she could. The pressure of holding her breath heightened the tension in her cunt. Then she'd have to blow it out in hoarse gasps. Her head felt detached from her body. It was almost like being in two places at once. Her ass hole was clenching rapidly now on her finger in time to the pulsing beats of her blood. The sucking wet mouth between her gaping thighs flapped its lips at her finger.
The orgasm hit. She couldn't hear. She couldn't breathe. Her cunt clamped on itself, relaxed to clamp again and again. The squishing sound of her cunt sucking wind she couldn't hear, but still knew she was making. Her every nerve and muscle quivered with the pulsing currents of pleasure that flooded out from her cunt to suffuse her whole body.
Her finger flew faster, drawing every possible bit of feeling out of the first come she'd had. Then she stopped, sat still for a second, and then collapsed backwards on the bed, exhausted. A grin flitted about her mind, but her mouth was too tired to put it on, so she slept.
Evening came, and with it Roberta. She shook Jimmie by the shoulder, and woke her up. She looked admiringly at her body, and joked that she was the best girl she'd ever had, and she didn't even have to work hard to have her. Hearing this, Jimmie blushed. She glanced in the mirror. Maybe it did show when you felt yourself off. Roberta laughed, and Jimmie realized that she'd given herself away.
"Don't sweat it, Jimmie," Roberta said, "if I didn't do it every day, when I did fuck someone I'd break off his cock in my pussy I'd fuck it so hard. You've heard of a man eater? I'd gobble him up in one gulp."
Jimmie grinned. She remembered the old days when his cock would get so thick and swollen that he thought it would drop off, and the furtive feelings endured while relieving the exquisitely pleasurable tension. Odd, she thought, how thinking of myself with a prick even now requires a "he" pronoun. She saw her body reflected in the mirror, and there was no possible doubt that Jimmie was a desireable girl.
Jimmie and Roberta drifted down the hall deep in conversation about their bodies, and the needs that required ever more satiation without ever achieving satisfaction. They arrived in time for dinner in the main dining room, and they sat down at the group's regular table. But this evening there was a very conspicuous empty chair.
"Anybody seen Sally," Jimmie asked, almost making the question a statement with which to open conversation. If anyone had seen her, it most likely would have been she or Roberta. Shrugs and shakes of heads greeted her glance as it swept around the table. She thought nothing more about it, and the meal continued unaffected.
When the two girls got back to their room, Roberta locked the door, and led Jimmie over to the bed. She looked her in the eye with a strange smile and bent forward to kiss her on the lips.
Jimmie's mind whirled at the unexpectedness of Roberta's advance. She accepted Roberta's probing tongue and sucking lips, but her mind remained detached. The dizzy excitement of surging sexuality was curiously absent, and Jimmie began to cast about for the reason why. It wasn't because her body wasn't responding to Roberta's. Far from it. The girl's finger probed the shadowy thicket of cunt hair, and Jimmie twisted her ass around on the bed to give her better purchase, and spread her thighs.
Roberta's emotions got the better of her, and she could control herself no longer. She stood up, and stripped her clothes from her body. Her breasts stood out on her chest, nipples turgid. Moisture gleamed wetly on the sagging lips that his in the tangle of hair at her pussy which now sagged open to reveal hot pink secret flesh, a blatant testimony to the ungovernable passion that soared through the body and blood of the girl. Her hands clenched at her sides; she panted.
Jimmie felt her own cunt go all soft and wet. Her own nipples raised themselves from spread pink flesh to stand in a darker erection. But her mind remained an onlooker as Roberta dropped to her knees between her spread thighs. Roberta's fingers trembled as they drew Jimmie's stockings down her legs, and opened her blouse. Jimmie stood up, naked to the waist, clad only in a skirt that fell to just above the knee. In fact, she thought aloud, it seemed a little bit too full.
She paraded in front of the mirror, posing with her skirt drawn up her legs, feeling her breasts. Then she posed as a modest young girl, embarrassed to be seen bare breasted, and she tried to hide them from Roberta, who was sitting open mouthed on the bed. She laughed as Roberta pressed her thighs tightly together, trying desperately to keep from coming with her finger. She spread her thighs apart, and swayed her hips at the girl, rubbing her pussy with both hands under her skirt.
It looked like a head eating her out under the cloth, and Roberta couldn't stand it any longer. She fell heavily to the floor and crawled over to Jimmie's feet, her glazed eyes fixed on the moving cloth. She pulled herself up under the skirt and fixed her face into Jimmie's warm wet pussy. Jimmie turned around, keeping Roberta still on the floor. She felt herself to a come as Roberta's tongue ate at her sweet asshole.
According to the orders Sally had left in Jimmie's mail box, she was to town again this evening, and try out her new body.. In obedience to this she was walking slowly down the mall of a shopping center in one of the more fashionable suburbs of the area surrounding the Institute. She was dressed in a sweater and skirt, and looked just like a coed home from school on a vacation. But the frown on her face was out of place. She was thinking about what had happened the night before.
After she'd felt Roberta off with her finger, doing it as fast as she could, they'd both bathed and gone to their own beds. Roberta'd fallen asleep almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow, but Jimmie lingered on the edge of wakefulness, denied sleep even in the relaxed afterglow of her come by the whirl of her thoughts.
Roberta had never made advances towards her before, and although it was true that if Roberta preferred girls to boys the situation provided a new angle, when she had been undergoing patterning she would have made a pretty good object of seduction for Roberta to use. Taking the fact of her advance upon Jimmie at almost her first moment as a girl, one of two things were probably true. First, she'd been attracted to Jimmie for a while, but hadn't been able to bring herself to make an advance on a boy.
The only thing wrong with this hypothesis was that it was un-likely that she'd be at the Institute in a staff position with such a glaring hang-up. That left the other possibility. And that was that she was entangled with Sally. That would also explain her definite preference for the submissive role. If she'd been Sally's lover for any time at all, Sally's domineering personality would have moulded her in that way.
Jimmie would have pursued her thought further, but she had come to the end of the mall, and there was a restaurant on the left, and the sight made her realize that she was hungry. As she turned suddenly to enter the little coffee shop she also noticed the sudden turning of two heads belonging to two young men who were window shopping back up the mall.
She smiled to herself as she sat down at one of the empty booths along the wall and opened her purse. She took out her compact as though to check her make-up, but in reality she was checking the two guys. Sure enough they came to the restaurant door and peered in. She put away her mirror, and sat back, waiting to be approached. She sat up as finally footsteps approached, but sagged inwardly as she realized that only one tread sounded on the floor. The waitress took her order.
Jimmie caught sight of the two guys out of the corner of her eye. They were sitting in a booth on the other side of the aisle behind her. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she got back, she sat on the other side of the booth, facing them this time. And she wasted no time at all in letting them know that she was available. She'd made use of the trip to the bathroom to remove her panties.
Now when she crossed her legs and aimed her crotch at the young men, her spread thighs framed her moist pink pussy. The sight was a powerful pull on them and it wasn't more than a minute before they were standing beside her in the aisle. She smiled up at them, and then glanced down to notice the bulges in their pants that strained to rip out at her.
They sat down, one next to her and one across the booth. Now that they were so close to her, she had a chance to take a good look at them. They looked like they were about eighteen years old, and their speech as they conversed haltingly with her testified to the truth of her observation. They had marvelous bodies though, and, flattered, they told her that they were on the football team at the local high school.
The waitress brought Jimmie's food, and the boys ordered soft drinks. They all finished up quickly, and went out to an old car that the boys had. They piled into the front seat, Jimmie in the middle. The driver was tall with sandy hair, and his name was Milt. His buddy, on Jimmie's right, was a little shorter with deep black curly hair framing a surprising pale face with handsome, regular features. He was called Larry.
Jimmie lay back on the seat, amused by the strained silence in the car. As the trio sped along the street to Milt's house where they could be alone, his parents being out of town, both boys kept their eyes nervously on the road, and were quiet. She glanced at their laps, first toward Milt, then toward Larry. Their pants were stretched tightly Over the huge bulging lumps. She drooled at the thought of all that cock, just for her. Her hot little pussy sagged open in a hot rush of blood at the thought and she snuck her hand down between her legs to pull back her skirt.
She looked up to see how the boys had reacted, and had to fight to supress a laugh. Both were embarrassedly looking out the windows. She put one hand in each of their laps, and slid down their zippers. She dug in their underwear, and pulled free their rigid cocks. She gripped them tightly in her fists and the mushroom head ballooned up, swollen angry red with blood. The boys groaned and sat farther back on the seat with their heads lolling back on the seat. Jimmie saw that she'd better release Milt's prick, or else they might not make it to his house.
So she turned to Larry and concentrated all her efforts towards his big red prick. It stood straight up out of his open pants, and she dug in the rumpled underwear for his balls. She found them pulled up tightly under his cock, and she pressed against them, one at a time, with her finger. Sweat stood out in huge drops on Larry's forehead at the pain, but he bit his lip and stood it. Better to undergo the pain with the promise of pleasure to follow than blow the whole thing.
Jimmie slitted her eyes and smiled at Larry. She pursed her lips and wet them with her tongue, twisting her body as though she were writhing in a hopeless attempt to press her flesh up against his. The pressure on his balls increased. His eyes were tightly shut, and his hands tightly clenched on the seat. He had about reached his limit. But Jimmie couldn't help but notice one very important fact. His swollen red prick was still stiffly quivering out of his pants.
She licked her lips again, and bent her head down to his lap, keeping the pressure constant on his balls. She opened her mouth, and captured the monstrous length of his stiff cock only halfway down the shaft, so huge was its bulk. Her hot wet lips imprisoned his flesh, and she began to bob her head up and down on the shaft, while swirling her tongue around and around the head and upper skin. Larry's expression never changed.
Jimmie knew from experience that swirling her tongue like that over Larry's cock was one of the most exciting things she could do to him, and that he'd come in just a minute if she kept it up. Larry didn't know that, though, because the constant pain in his balls masked the intense web of pleasure that was building up to a cataclysmic orgasm. The pain didn't interfere with the heightening of Larry's sexual tension, only with his ability to recognize it as pleasure and enjoy it.
Larry's prick was twitching rapidly now, and the huge red head was swollen so large that Jimmie's mouth could barely fit over it. She could feel that his come was only seconds away, so she took her finger off his balls. The pain evaporated instantly, and the vacuum of feeling that remained lasted only seconds. Into it rushed all the accumulated tension and sensation that had been building up in Larry's cock and balls under Jimmie's pettings and pressurings on his flesh.
The scream shattered the tense embarrassed silence in the car. Milt was so startled that the car almost collided with a row of parked vehicles as they turned into his street. Larry's body had bent double in an instant under the onslaught of pleasure that was so intense that it had destoryed his knowledge of what he was doing. He didn't act, he only reacted to the surging flow of come that poured from his pulsing prick.
Jimmie watched him lose consciousness and slide to the floor of the car, come still flowing freely from his cock. Milt stared with open mouth at the sight of his buddy, then shook himself to regain his composure, and helped Jimmie pull him from the car into the house. They took him upstairs to Milt's room, and laid him out on the bed after having undressed him. Milt and Jimmie looked at his naked body, and then they too decided to strip. Milt's cock looked just as long without clothes hiding its base.
Jimmie set Milt to work massaging Larry's arms and chest, and she set to work herself on his belly, legs, and cock in an effort to revive him. She wasn't about to forego the pleasure of having two big thick juicy pricks to play with just because Larry had passed out. Finally he came around. They helped him to sit up, and then they all agreed that it was better to satisfy the stomach first, as it would give them more time to play.
Roast beef sandwiches and strawberry soda quenched the ravenous hunger that drove them out of the bedroom. They looked around for a sweet dessert, and found a jar of butterscotch topping for ice cream. Jimmie unscrewed the cap, and grabbed Milt's stiff cock. She levered it down towards the floor, and brought the jar up until the big piece of throbbing hot meat was completely immersed in the cold sticky syrup.
Jimmie pulled the jar away, and Milt's cock stood straight out from his body at attention covered with a thick layer of butterscotch. The light danced on the shiny flowing surface of the candy, and suffused through the topping until it glowed warmly orange brown. Then she ate her dessert. With her tongue. Lick by lick she scooped the sweet goop of Milt's prick, caressing the underlying meat until by the time she'd finished, Milt was in great danger of doing just that in her mouth.
Larry had been watching all of this, and it wasn't without effect on him. His cock had swollen back up to respectable proportions, but he wasn't quite ready to fuck yet. He had to piss. He had to go pretty bad, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to leave the room while Jimmie had been eating at Milt's cock. But he stepped into the bathroom as they walked along the hall, and stepped up to the toilet to let it go.
One of the marks of a true leader is to take advantage of every opportunity given him by his underlings to strengthen his legitimacy of rank over them. So great was Jimmie's imprint of Sally's personality that almost without conscious thought she stepped up behind Larry as he stood at the toilet before he could start to piss and snaked her hand around his waist and took his cock in her hand.
Just her touch on his prick when he had been trying to relax was enough to make him clench his muscles and lose his chance to let go his piss. And then she had him. She took control of his most basic bodily function, and it was going to be at her pleasure if at all if he got to piss. She kept her hand steady on his flesh, and he felt himself begin to relax enough to hope that he'd be able to do it. But just as Jimmie saw Larry's cock start to swell, she'd frig him for a minute.
Of course, his cock would stiffen up again, and his chance would be gone. Finally he had to give in. He turned around to face her, and got down on his knees. He asked if he could please piss. He begged. And Jimmie was a basically nice girl, and she readily gave her permission. Larry started to get up with a sigh of relief, but she put her hand on his shoulder, and motioned for him to follow her, on his knees.
They made it out the back door, all three of them still naked. The grass was damp, and tickled Larry's thighs as he struggled to keep up with Jimmie and Milt. Finally she showed him by pointing with her finger that he could piss on a certain tree. Again Larry tried to rise, and when Jimmie held him down this time, he began to panic. He was going to burst if he didn't piss pretty soon. And then she told him.
Larry didn't care what he had to do. He went over to the tree on his hands and knees and lifted one leg like a dog and pissed on the tree, the swift stream of steamy yellow piss splashing off the glistening wet wood to land in tiny droplets on his legs. He finished, and crawled back over still on his hands and knees. Jimmie was pleased, and let him get up.
The three of them ran back into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom again. Now they stopped, and in a deep moment of silence looked at each other. Jimmie saw two young boys with huge pricks ready to fuck her until she swooned. And the thought of two such delicious hunks of flesh hanging between their legs was enough to make her slightly dizzy, and her breath a little ragged, and her pulse beat loudly.
Milt saw his buddy Larry, and a beautiful girl with a cunt so hot that the pink lips moved in and out in time with the pulse beat in the hollow of her throat to reveal glistening wet pink hot flesh. She was so hot that her pussy juices dribbled out of her cunt onto her thighs. Milt moved over to her and rubbed the drips of anticipation into her skin, while his prick nuzzled up against the cool firm flesh of her ass.
Larry saw his buddy Milt feeling up a beautiful girl with a red hot cunt, and he walked over to get a piece of the action, his rigid cock swinging from side to side as he moved. He put his hand in her pussy, but Milt was already there, and he didn't want to give it up. They fought to keep their hand in her pussy, and the resulting grapple gave Jimmie sensations unlike any she'd ever had before. She leaned back against Milt's dresser and spread her legs wider apart.
The sensations quickly built to the boiling point as the two boys hand wrestled in her cunt, and she had to thrust their hands away, chiding them both as she did. She took them in hand, rather she took a cock in each hand, and brought them around to stand in front of her. She made them stand so close that the tips of their cocks brushed against the hair at the base of the other's cock. She grabbed them together in one hand so that the flesh of the two pricks rubbed against each other their entire length and slowly frigged them together, back and forth.
Sweat broke out on the boy's skin, and Jimmie nearly swooned with the male aroma that filled her nostrils. Their cocks swelled up with blood filling her hand with hot pulsing meat. As Jimmie watched the boy's breathing deepened, and their arms tightened on each other us they helped each other stand against the onslaught of pleasure from Jimmie's hand.
The tension in their cocks, both from Jimmie's frigging and the feel of another cock in such intimate contact with their own, proved too much for them to resist, and Larry and Milt fell into each other's arms, each squeezing the other around the waist. They kissed, and then Jimmie could see that things were getting too close to orgasm to continue. Not that she minded two guys playing with each other. She thought it was pretty exciting to watch, especially with her hand at her cunt.
She didn't want to waste all the hot pearly come in their balls. The thought of it spurting out of their cocks to spatter against their bellies and dribble down their thighs shocked her. It should splash against the deepest walls of her pussy, moisten her skin, even coat her throat with a soft thick lining of delicious come. She had a right to their come, and she wasn't about to give it up. She couldn't if she'd wanted to.
The only thing now was that she had to fight to separate the boys. They were so close to coming that they didn't want to stop, but she prevailed by grabbing two balls in one hand and two balls in the other, and spreading her hands apart. The boys were more than willing to agree to do what she demanded. She pushed them down on the floor, and straddled Larry, shoving her squishy wet cunt down over his erect cock.
The vision of a big roan stallion with a cock so long it dragged the ground dripping come, so thick it seemed at first a fifth leg flooded Jimmie's mind as Larry's cock pronged its way into her cunt. His rigid meat stretched it deeply, the giant mushroom tip pressing against the very back of her pussy, and the girth of the shaft squeezing the pussy juices out of her body to mat down their sexual hairs as they ground against each other. She ground her ass down against his prick.
Hands intruded into her vision. They tilted her body forward until she lay on top of Larry's body with her ass in the air. She gasped in disbelief as Milt's thick stubby cock began to lever itself into the already tightly filled gash of her cunt. But her cunt, reveling in the unexpected joy of the crowd, stretched itself beyond belief to accommodate the girth of the two pricks which Jimmie had moments before barely been able to hold in one hand. Jimmie began to swoon.
Larry and Milt lay still and worked Jimmie's body up and down between theirs. Her pussy juices soaked their pricks, and the load of meat in her cunt slid and slipped against each other and against the stretched flesh of her pussy until, all control dissipated, spurt after spurt of hot come thundered out of Larry's prick. His shudderings pushed Milt over the top, and the two boys held tightly to Jimmie's body as they ground their meat into her pussy, flooding themselves and her with their come.
Jimmie cried. She had gotten so close that she had seen her orgasm looming as if a sunlit storm bearing down upon her from every horizon at once only to have it vanish and leave her in a cold wintry hollow as the boys ground their last drop of sperm from their exhausted balls and collapsed together on the floor beside her. Her hands flew to her pussy.
It wasn't fair. They just couldn't leave her alone like that. Try as she might, she couldn't fill the aching void between her legs with her fingers. She roused them to their knees, and got to her feet. She directed Larry to kneel in front of her and pay homage to her poor pussy which they'd so heartlessly abandoned; and put Milt behind her to add to her pleasure by giving her asshole such court as had her cunt.
The two boys dug right in. Milt's tongue reamed in and out of her little asshole, and Larry's lips played with the thick soft folds of her pussy flesh while the ridge of his nose kept a constant pressure on her throbbing clit. Their fingers and hands swirled softly on her legs, ass and belly. She panted, near collapse. She sat back heavily on Milt's face as she spread her legs wider apart to give Larry more room to work.
The sunny storm clouds so recently banished beyond the skies of Jimmie's mind rushed back to surround her. They swarmed over her with the breathless force of a gale, and their howling winds robbed her muscles of any control. They pushed her miles above the earth and back down, and back up, and back down, all in the space of seconds, and her sense of motion and speed were overwhelmed. Her body was buffeted by a thousand winds as she rose and fell a hundred times in the space of minutes in the warm glowing light of the sun. In short, she came.
Milt and Larry steadied her body and helped her gently to the floor. The three of them slept the night away in one bed, a tangle of arms, legs, asses, breasts, cocks and balls. A warm gamy odor of well-spent come and sweat hung over the bed, and darkness enveloped the room. The night passed, shrouded by the darkness and nurtured by the aroma of their bodies.
Morning found them still asleep. The sunlight from the window shone on their eyelids, and within minutes they were all awake. They arose and straightened up the room, and ran together into the bathroom. They brushed their teeth, and each one sat on the toilet seat in turn. They clambered into the shower together, and spent a very enjoyable fifteen minutes standing in a warm spray of water feeling one another up. And only incidentally getting clean.
The boys didn't feel any embarrassment at their having been so intimate with each other the previous night, and they proved it to themselves by not avoiding helping Jimmie wash each other's cock, balls and ass. They spent a good deal of time proving this, and they almost didn't make it out of the shower. But they were starving, and they confirmed with a locking of eyes that their new-found intimacy wouldn't be allowed to lapse.
They all towelled themselves and dressed for breakfast. Afterwards the boys drove Jimmie back to the downtown area where she could call the Institute for someone to come pick her up.
Roberta answered the phone when Jimmie called. Yes, she would send a friver as soon as possible. Had Jimmie seen Sally? No? Then Sally must have simply left without so much as a goodbye to anyone. She was seen driving her car from the grounds, and Roberta looked in her closets and confirmed that all her clothes had been taken out. Did Jimmie know any reason why Sally would leave? Let alone in such secrecy?
Jimmie was shocked. She couldn't think of any reason why Sally would do such a thing. She thanked Roberta, and asked her to please hurry up the driver. She hung up the phone and stepped out of the booth. Cars passed the phone booth in both directions, and Jimmie found herself scrutinizing each one to make sure the driver wasn't Sally. She smiled a wry little smile, and kicked at a stone in the sidewalk, and then walked over to a bench by the bus stop to sit down and wait for a ride.
The driver came quickly enough, and Jimmie sat silently throughout the ride back trying to think of some reason why the things that happened happened. She couldn't come up with anything. Sally had seemed very happy, not only with her work, but with herself, Roberta, and Jimmie as well. She got along famously with everyone. Then why? They arrived.
She swung out of the car and walked through the doors down the hall to her suite of rooms which she would now share with Roberta. As she opened the door and walked into the room, she noticed that some of the clothes she'd owned as Jim were thrown on the bed. Who could have taken them from their closet, and why? Jimmie considered for a moment, and suddenly found her mind swept clean by a completely new thought.
If Sally had left, and wasn't around to operate the apparatus with which to switch personalities back, then there was a good chance that Jimmie would be able to keep her new body forever. Dizzy at the prospect of being a whole woman for the rest of her life and hot having to go back to being a woman trapped in a man's body buoyed up her spirits. She felt that she'd never been so happy. What luck!
As she sat contemplating the fortune that fate had thrown at her, and which she might still be forced to relinquish at a moment's notice now that her final tests had been performed satisfactorily, Roberta swirled into the room. She seemed very happy too, and Jimmie quickly realized that Roberta had her own reason for hoping that Sally stayed away. She would be the logical choice to continue Sally's work, considering that she had been present for much of Sally's later work, of which Jimmie's case had been only a part. Quite a break for a young assistant.
It wasn't very difficult for the elation both young women felt to be noticed of each by the other, and soon the mood was very pleasant, and they were chatting like school girl friends about this and that and nothing at all. They dressed, and walked down the hall towards the dining hall. It was dinnertime, and Jimmie was reminded by her stomach that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.
The meal was made even more pleasant by the other staff members at the Institute who knew the two of them. They congratulated Jimmie on the success of her experiment. Jimmie glowed with the praise. It wasn't hard to take, even though it wasn't the real source of her pride and happiness. And it was no secret that Roberta was in line for Sally's job. She was easier to like than Sally was, so compliments were real.
As they left, a man brushed past them in the doorway. His face was shrouded in bandages, and one arm was in a sling. The sling destroyed his natural gait, and the bandages hid his face from view, but Jimmie couldn't help feeling that there was something about him that was very strange. She could think of no objective reason the feel this way, however, and Roberta was still bubbling over with happiness, so she put it out of her mind, and went on down the hall to her rooms with Roberta.
They decided to play cards to help them pass the evening. Roberta immediately stripped down to her bare skin. She hefted her breasts, crushing them against themselves so that their nipples rubbed together, and looked with a smile at Jimmie. Jimmie smiled, and put the cards back in the drawer. She stripped down to her bare skin, and went into the bathroom. As she stood brushing her teeth and watching her breasts bouncing in time to the rhythm of her arm, she had an idea.
As part of their privileges at the Institute's beauty salon, the girls had been given a home beauty kit. And in the kits were facial massage appliances which were battery operated and resembled pricks in their girth, length, and curvature. All they would have to do would be lie back and flip the switch. The machines would fit right in their cunts and fuck them right to a come with no trouble at all.
Jimmie rummaged through the closet until she found the machines. They looked like white plastic pricks in her hand. She felt at the lips of her pussy until a rush of moisture coated the sweet pink flesh, and her pussy lips opened to receive the plastic prick. It was swallowed up almost to the very tip by Jimmie's cunt, and floated very nicely in her hot wet flesh as she walked out to the bedroom with the other in hand.
Roberta was delighted at the idea. She nosed the machine into the brush of curly hair between her thighs, rubbing the tip up and down along her cunt lips until they opened to receive it. The girls walked into each other's arms and began to kiss. The machines were heavy in their pussies, and it felt like they were kissing men who had stuffed huge stiff pricks into their bodies until they thought they'd burst. They rubbed their nipples against each other, and ground the flesh of their thighs and bellies against each other until skin swam against sweat covered skin.
Their mouths were locked, and their tongues dove deeply into their partner's mouths. Their excitement heightened until they could barely stand. They walked over to the bed and lay down upon it, taking each other in their arms. Knowing that this would be the embrace that would not be broken until after they came to orgasm, they reached between each other's cunt lips and flipped the switch. Their cunts immediately were alive with action, and they hugged each other tightly and relaxed.
The machines vibrated deep in their hot wet pussies, massaging and feeling them with a tempo and a steadiness that surpassed anything any male had sver offered. Of course, there was no variation either, but the rapidity of their stimulation increased the intensity of it. Jimmie held onto Roberta, feeling the girl's breasts flattened against her own and their legs tightly intertwined. She hugged her tighter and tighter as the little plastic prick fucked her deeper and deeper.
Roberta's flesh trembled violently, signaling the onslaught of her come, and the added stimulation of this motion on her flesh pushed Jimmie over the edge as well. The two girls rolled over and over on the bed, locked arm in arm and leg in leg, their orgasms crashing through their flesh and nerves, driven frantically by the little fuckers in their cunts.
Exhaustion claimed their bodies, and they reached down to their pussies and switched off their little joy sticks. Roberta took the smelly wet sticky vibrators into the bathroom to clean, and left them to soak in the sink overnight. Roberta went into the other room to go to bed, and Jimmie collapsed into her own bed, grateful for the opportunity to sleep. And within minutes sleep claimed her, mind and body, in a dreamless dark robe.
Something intruded into her sleep, and deep within her mind she felt something strange, something unknown gaining control of her body. She moaned, trying to shake sleep from her mind. Her eyes drifted open, and she lay trying to make out what the presence she sensed in the room was.
Her feeling of unease grew as she listened. She heard a rustle in her bed by one foot, and she instinctively tried to jerk it away. But she found that her leg was caught in something. She went to try to release her leg with her hands, and discovered that her hands were tied to her head board, one to each side. Overwhelmed by a growing sense of the horror of her predicament, she screamed. But no one heard. She'd forgotten the rooms were soundproof. She writhed on the bed, bound, helpless. And nude.
As he panic receded into the depths of her mind, her senses again took over and she at once saw and felt someone standing beside her bed. She turned her head, and in the dim light she saw a huge thick prick standing out from between a pair of thighs. A drop of come glistened in the hole in the tip. She looked up at the man's face, but she could see nothing of it in the darkness. Realization leaped into her mind. Rape!
The letters danced before her mind's eye blazoned on the dark background in burning red and gold. Rape! Her body shuddered involuntarily and tried to shrink down into the bed. But she realized that cooperation was of the essence in this situation. The rapist had all the advantages of surprise and control. And of course, she wasn't at all adverse to a fuck or a suck. There was a good chance that if she played along she wouldn't be hurt.
But it seemed that the rapist wasn't going to leave the matter of her participation up to her to decide. He reached his hand down between her thighs and began to fondle her cunt hair. His finger found its way to her clit, and he began to frig her softly and gently, first swirling the now throbbing lump in a slow circle, then rubbing up and down on one side of the little shaft. Jimmie's mouth hung open, and her breath sounded hoarsely in the room. God, she thought, this is really great. This guy knows just what to do to use my body to drive me out of my mind.
Her hips rolled and bucked on the bed, first fleeing and then chasing the rapist's finger. Sweat stood out on her skin and rolled down her breasts and soaked the bed. Pussy juice poured out trailing in little drips and dribbles from her pussy hairs. She was swimming in her sweat and her juices, and still the rapist played with her clit. She had never been so hot in her life. He'd delve deeply into her cunt with three fingers, and then toy with her asshole, all the while being very careful not to push Jimmie over the edge of her come.
Jimmie prayed silently that it would never end, that the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body would last forever. Almost as if he heard her plea, the man removed his finger. Jimmie writhed on the bed, her body aching for a stiff hot prick to fill her cunt and stretch her flesh until it sang with pleasure as the prick surged back and forth.
Instead, she rose to the surface of her awareness to find a huge turgid rod of hot male meat pressing at her mouth. She opened her mouth eagerly to suck and lick at the pulsing prick that filled her mouth until it bulged at the back of her throat. Balls flopped on her chin, and frizzy hair brushed at her eyes and nose. The smell of the hot male organs intoxicated her like no other she'd ever smelled, and her being soared on the dizzy waves that beat against her brain through her nose.
Jimmie buried herself in her work, and she could feel the rapist's orgasm gathering force in his balls. Suddenly the light switched on. Now she could see. She tried to twist around and look at his face, but he kept pumping his cock into her mouth, and she couldn't move her head. He reached down and began to finger her cunt again, and she felt them approach the crest of their orgasm together. At what was the very peak for Jimmie, and what couldn't have been far from it for the rapist, he stopped moving and stood still, and amid the pulsing waves of sensuality he began to speak.
"Jimmie."
And Jimmie froze. That voice! Now all the missing pieces of the puzzle that had been bothering her since Sally's disappearance fell into place. And she knew how a man knew so much as to know where the exact crests of her orgasms where, and why he smelled so good, and why his cock tasted so great.
"Jimmie. You must have it figured out by now." Jimmie nodded dumbly, her mouth still sucking on the thick cock in her mouth. "I sent the other girl away in Sally's body. You can keep the body you have now, and we can be together forever, because now I have the cock and you have the cunt, which is how it should be. You'll be my slave forever."
Jimmie again nodded, blissfully happy in her thralldom. The fingers, Sally's fingers, reached down and began to toy with her clit again, and she looked up again, dreamily through the gathering mists of her pleasure. Hot sticky salty sperm flooded her mouth as Sally's come shot from her cock. She swallowed as fast as she could, but the flowing come escaped Jimmie's mouth and dribbled down her chin, coating her face, neck, and breasts.
Just as the gathering forces of her orgasm joined to push her mind free of the restraint of her body, Jimmie looked up to see her own face on the rapist, the face she'd worn for years on her boy's body, and the realization she was fucking herself through Sally brought her orgasm crashing through her body, and she screamed out her joy.
