Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Helen!"

"Adam!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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