Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It felt pretty good huh?" he asked.

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

"Oh? What happened next?"

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

"Oh?" Stan the analyst raised his eyebrows.

"And again."

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

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