Glen Ransom - The experiment

The frantic pumping motion of the two writhing bodies before her engulfed Lisa's body with a strange, foreign tingle that lapped at her private parts in hot flickering flames of an awakening desire. She unconsciously stiffened herself, trying to smother and dampen them, but without success, for though her mind commanded her to walk away from the lewd scene before her – a raw animal urge kept her eyes glued tightly on the gyrating bodies on the bed.

Her fingers crept involuntarily beneath the thin cotton nightgown to the straining white flesh of her youthful breasts and began kneading and pulling at the quivering mounds, trying to relieve the stimulating, painful pressure surging from them. To her horror she could feel small drops of moistness coming from between her clinched thighs and slowly trickling down her legs. A soft tormenting moan came from her parted lips as she reached down at the wetness between her legs. The flesh beneath her soft, downy pubic hair felt white-hot as though it were being consumed by a huge, uncontrolled fire and her body gave a sudden spasmodic jerk when her finger grazed the bud of her clitoris, now a hot coal in the pit of the flames. The weird stimulation jottled her senses as she peered with a feeling of shame and yet a strange excitement back at the couple in the bedroom.

Their bodies were wildly entwined in one as a network of white flailing limbs danced to the rhythm of the dual plunging. Thea gave a lurch and scissored her legs open, a foot dangling on either side of the wide bed, while the pounding from without and within her began to build her arousal to the point of explosion. Yet, it was not quite there but just out of reach, torturing her sex-starved organ until she thought she would scream. She ground her hips savagely against his heaving body, seeking with all her being that final completion.

"Fuck me deeper, fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.

He frantically grabbed at her ass cheeks with both hands and drove the lunging cock deeper and harder into the raving woman's throbbing cunt with swift and brutal in and out strokes. His balls smacked heavily against the puckered anus of her upturned ass as he continued his increasing pounding.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh," she grunted, as she drew nearer her fulfillment. She had never been this close before.

At the same time, George could feel a rising tide exploding out from his aching loins and he increased his ramming even further with a quicker and deeper thrust. A soul scarring groan emerged from deep within his throat as his thick hot cum burst free from his testicles and overflowed into the gaping mouth of her cunt.

"Not yet, you fool," she screamed, digging her sharp pointed nails into his back, breaking the skin and bringing beads of blood to the surface. But he continued his plunging. There was nothing else in the world now but the thought of his cock completely submerged and emptying itself into her proud, haughty belly. The searing pain of her nails in his back only intensified the pleasure of his completion.

In desperation, Thea began to buck her body uncontrollably against his limp cock, groaning at the maddening frustration that engulfed her burning loins. Her peak of fulfillment had been just a hair away and she now strained crazily trying to reach it as his dead weight collapsed in exhaustion across her heaving body.

"Oh, God no," she protested as his soft semen soaked penis slipped stickily from her opening. Tears of frustration came to her eyes but she quickly brushed them away with a flick of her hands, not wanting him to see her weakness.

Lisa had stood thunder-struck while watching the climax of the performance in the other room. Now her whole body vibrating with nervous tension and shame of what she had just witnessed, she forced herself back from the open door crack and silently groped her way back to her room. Stumbling to her bed she curled her body up into a tight ball, the fetal position of a babe in the womb, and wrapped her quilted down-filled comforter around her in an attempt to stop her body's trembling. The grotesque nightmare happenings of the past week were more than her mental processes could consume and soon nature mercifully released her suffering with a deep uninterrupted sleep.

George dressed quickly glancing nervously at his watch. "You're better than you ever were Thea, like a quality wine, you've improved with age."

The brusque compliment infuriated Thea turning her feeling of debasement into enraged hatred for the man she had been pleading to a few moments before. She made no attempt to answer him or even acknowledge his presence, but puffed methodically on the cigarette briefly fascinated by the burning ember on the tip of it. She presented the picture of cool calm, laying there naked on the sperm stained bedspread, while inside her body pulsated and quivered, yearning for relief.

"I'll call you in the morning to make arrangements on settling the estate… as Lisa's guardian you'll retain control until she comes of age," he said as he made his way to the door.

"I'm taking her to Brookdale in the morning. She needs a rest, but not around here. There are too many memories," she replied mechanically still not meeting his gaze. "Don't call me, I'll contact you later… I need a rest too."

He nodded his head in agreement and started to close the door behind him.

"And George."

"Yes?"

"You didn't prove a damn thing."

"Garrthh… Garrthhhh," the squeaky voice of Nell, the nurse, shrilled from the back entrance of the main edifice that made up the institution of Brookdale Rest Home.

Garth chuckled gleefully as his huge burly body crouched behind the rambling shrubbery. The wild growth of berry weeds brushed and tickled at his hairy legs as they pushed up against his weight and crept beneath the cuffs of his trousers. He quickly clasped his open hand across his thick lips in a child-like manner, fearing the old hen would hear him and discover his hiding place.

"Garth, you get back up here quick, or I'll tell Dr. Quinn on you. Do you hear me boy?"

Garth remained secure in his hiding place, leaning back and rolling around in the weeds in unsurpressed delight upon hearing the antagonized tone of her voice. Suddenly his body stiffened in fear as he heard a second voice, that of Dr. Quinn talking to Nell.

"What's the trouble here, Nell? Is Garth playing games with you again," he asked with a tone of cool amusement to his voice. "You really shouldn't have so much difficulty controlling him now that all the rest of your charges have checked out. Certainly your duties couldn't be much more strenuous than of a babysitter's, and with the salary I'm paying you, perhaps you can find it within your grasp to apply a little practical psychology to situations such as these."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Quinn, I had other things on my mind," Nell defended, lowering her eyes from his steely glare. "I was in the Day Room planning the weekly menu when he disappeared out back here somewhere."

"Yes, I'm sure he's out here," he replied with a weary tone. "I'm sure he can hear me now, can't you Garth?"

The ugly ape-like man with the child's brain cringed in fear nodding his head up and down in acknowledgment but afraid to move from his sanctuary. He began to sob uncontrollably at the thought of what his punishment might be if he had angered Dr. Quinn too much.

"Garth, I can hear you out there. Stop that crying and come over here and you won't be punished. But you must come immediately before I change my mind."

"Yes Dr. Quinn, I'm coming," Garth slobbered gratefully as he stood up and ambled clumsily back to his tormenting master.

"Why I left my experiments in the middle of the day is because I want to talk to you about a new visitor I'm expecting shortly," Dr. Quinn continued, ignoring Garth who was now standing humbly next to Nell with a look of frightened anticipation on his face. "A young visitor, Thea's niece."