Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

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

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

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

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

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

"Get to work!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do what you like!" Roger snapped back. "I'm gonna fuck her between these tits!"

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

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

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

"Mnnnnmmmmghhffh!" Helen replied.

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

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