Marcy didn't answer. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Most of her was drifting through a cloud of male organs, all of which were pushing into her or waiting their turn to do so.
"No appreciation! You stupid girl! I always did say that only a man with a bisexual nature like mine can really appreciate being fucked by a supercock. Women are always being fucked, and they get blase about it, but oh God, what a thrill for me!"
Kyle's shaft was gradually slipping out of Marcy, but Dr. Villiers was going right on with his pounding into her. He didn't seem to ever have to stop to rest, and he never came until he was ready to. Apparently he had total control over his sexual response, and was able to use his organ for pleasure or for experimental purposes for as long as he wanted. He never let the pleasure overpower him as Marcy and the others did.
"Are you going to tell us?" Mrs. Swenson pleaded. "Please tell us before it's all over!"
"Oh yes, the position," Dr. Villiers said, deliberately letting his shaft massage Kyle's. It had an electrifying effect on the younger man. A minute before it had been limp and satiated, but now it started to move in Marcy and she realized it was rapidly filling with blood again.
The renewed swelling and the movement of both men in her again was more than Marcy could stand. She felt her vaginal muscles contract violently, and a surge of hot lava seemed to run through her. Marcy plummeted into unconsciousness as she came with a vibrating twist of her pelvis, with rolling hips and pounding buttocks.
"The little bitch is really creaming, isn't she?" Mrs. Swenson said as Marcy continued to thrash about, mumbling incoherently while rivulets of cunt juice ran down her thighs after inundating the two men who were still in her.
"She's soul-fucking the universe," Kyle said. "It's a psychedelic trip. Her mind's been blown and her cunt has been transfixed."
"Oh… so gooooood… so much… so far in… so full… out of my mind! Virgin… stupid virgin all I've missed…" Marcy babbled.
"Remarkable, most remarkable." Dr. Villiers was making hurried notes. "My scientific peers will never believe, this, but of course we have the film and the tapes to prove it."
"She's having a religious experience, I tell you," Kyle said. "She's undergoing spiritual ecstasy. The fucking trip is a religious pilgrimage, the way to groove on the music of God's great song."
"Yes, that screwing was a sacrament for her," Karla agreed. "That put her in touch with the ancient wonder inside us all."
"Just like in a holy roller church," Mrs. Swenson said. "She's talking in tongues. Personally, I've never seen anything like it."
"Yes, I believe you are all right," Dr. Villiers said. "Our X-999 has reached a state of religious ecstasy, a frenzy in which the upper cortex loses control over the voice, and the spasms known as glossolalia, or speaking in tongues, take place."
"What's she saying?" Kyle asked.
"If I am interpreting correctly, I believe the young lady is saying, 'More, more, more!' And I really do think we should oblige her, my friends."
"Let's go!" Karla approved. "My cunt is so hot I'm afraid the pubic hair is going to catch fire. Just give us the word, Doc. Tell us how to share old Glory Girl and her mouth."
"Obviously you have no imagination at all," Dr. Villiers observed, starting to thrust into Marcy again.
"So tell us what yours has come up with," Mrs. Swenson said.
"Simply face each other and join your genitals for a starter," Villiers instructed.
Marcy babbled incoherently as the two women followed his instructions.
"We may have achieved a real breakthrough," Dr. Villiers said, applying constant pressure on the sensitive center of Marcy's being with his engorged shaft. "I think we may have discovered that lust is the trigger of the universe, that the cosmic consciousness is passion, a vast untapped reservoir of energy that the human body can, if properly trained, seize and make its own."
"So it is like holy, you mean," Kyle said. "I think we ought to build a shrine to Miss Marcy McCall's super orgasm. It's kind of like Buddha under the tree, or Saul on the road to Damascus, or Doctor Leary when he dropped his first acid."
"This is of far greater significance than any of those events," Dr. Villiers said. "We may have witnessed the birth of the sixth sub-race, and Atlantis may rise out of the sea as a result."
"Hey, have you forgotten us?" Karla asked plaintively. She and Mrs. Swenson were standing pressed together full length, Karla's small breasts pushing deep into Mrs. Swenson's mammoth cushions, and her curly red clump of pubic hair almost lost in the dark blonde marsh between the Swede's huge thighs.
"Oh yes, you two. You must excuse me if in the presence of an event that at least equals the discovery of atomic power, I forget your childish belly rumblings."
"Please!" Karla wailed, rubbing frantically against the bigger woman.
Dr. Villiers consulted his watch, timing his thrusts into Marcy with the second hand.
Marcy continued her garbled babbling, her head rocking back and forth to an inaudible rhythm.
"Doctor, please, forget her for a moment and think about us," Mrs. Swenson begged. Her long gash had engulfed Karla's smaller one, and the two were undulating passionately. The smell of their excitement filled the room.
"No imagination," Dr. Villiers said. "Move to stand astride X-999."
Mrs. Swenson lifted Karla and staggered with her to position their joined bodies over the sobbing, mumbling Marcy.
"You know, I believe she is still cuming," Dr. Villiers said, consulting his watch again. "She has been in the process of this orgasm for almost ten minutes. That is utterly and completely impossible, according to any scientific study that I know of."
"I guess you'll have to ascribe it to divine intervention," Kyle said, grooving on the feel of his testicles touching the giant cannonballs of Dr. Villiers. "The Gods have looked down and smiled on this child of lust."
"What now, Doctor?" Karla screeched. She had dug her fingers deep into Mrs. Swenson's meaty butt, and was kicking at the woman's thighs with her heels as she ground her tight-lipped pussy between the furry labia of the big blonde's cunt.
"Why, sit down, of course," Dr. Villiers said. "Sit down on X-999's face, keeping your cunts joined, and she'll start licking."
"But the kid's out of her head," Mrs. Swenson said. "She won't know what to do. We'll just smother her."
"You missed the major point, Mrs. Swenson. She is out of her head with lust, so she will do the lustful thing. The moment she feels her mouth encounter hot woman flesh, she will start licking and tonguing it."
The semi-conscious Marcy looked upward as the two joined women began to sink toward her face. Her glazed eyes saw the tremendous thighs of Mrs. Swenson and the slender curved ones of Karla, saw Karla's flat belly pressed into the older woman's rounder one, saw the fiery red hair of Karla's pubes engulfed in the wiry blonde pelt of the Swede. As the joined cunts came closer, Marcy knew she wanted them, that it was her destiny to want them. She opened her mouth in anticipation, and a burning drop of their combined sex juice dropped onto her tongue.
That drop was like live steam, and it seemed to soak into her very being, arousing some primal instinct, turning loose some ancient power. Marcy screeched with lust and reaching up with both hands, gripping the slender and the fat bottom and drawing them eagerly down.
"I do believe I have created a superwoman," Dr. Villiers whispered in awe, as he saw Marcy's mouth open wide just before her red lips and bared white teeth disappeared into the melange of red and blonde hair, and burrowed into the flaming paradise that lay beneath.
"I hope I don't go down in history on the same page with Dr. Frankenstein," Dr. Villiers muttered. "Shouldn't care for that at all. But I do wonder what would happen if this Goddess of lust were to be turned loose on the world… yes, yes, very interesting postulation."