Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice pad!" the prostitute added.

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

"God something to drink?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Helen nodded and remained silent.

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

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

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

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

"Maybe."

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

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

"Do they?"

"But what if the women want to?"

"That's different."

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