"You wouldn't dare," Kyle said, still moving lazily in Marcy's flooded pussy. "Even you wouldn't dare do that."
"Don't make foolish statements, young man. There is nothing I wouldn't dare in the name of science, nothing at all!"
"But Doctor, around ordinary people, X-999 would be a menace to society," Kyle protested.
"A menace, or society's salvation?" Dr. Villiers said, readjusting his balls against Marcy's wet cunt lips and lifting her bottom off the floor on his great, strong shaft. "Everybody is constantly saying that what the world needs now is love. Hmmmmm, I wonder."
"But not this much love," Kyle said. "Not the sort of sustained sexual orgy Marcy McCall is capable of."
"You must realize, my boy, that we have tapped the primal power of female sexuality. At a time when people are searching for new solutions and fresh alternatives, we have produced a creature out of the haunted past, a woman who is truly nothing but an appendage to the vagina."
"It's frightening," Kyle said.
"Frightening but fascinating. Imagine what the implications of this could be to… oh, to Women's Lib, for instance. To mile chauvinism, to war and peace. Imagine what the possibilities are to the entertainment world… to the United Nations. Think what the Russians will say, and what the Chinese will do to counter it."
Marcy wasn't hearing any of this. Her face was buried in a dense wet forest of pubic hair, where the two cunts rubbed together. Avidly she nuzzled into the meatiness and delighted in the squishy feel and sound of it. They were so wet that the combined juices ran down her chin. Blindly, lustfully, she nibbled at the liquid, spongy flesh, savoring the sweet, piquant woman taste, laced with a stronger male flavor. She was being served a gourmet feast fit for the most discriminating connoisseur, she was being offered a God-like nectar concocted of the sex juices of four people. She sipped at it gratefully.
Both women were moaning as she licked at their yearning, dribbling meat. She began using her teeth on Mrs. Swenson's thick lips while she slipped her tongue deep inside Karla, searching for the residue of her brother's incestuous sperm. Mrs. Swenson shook violently as the teeth clamped down harder, and her groans of pleasure filled the room.
Marcy's body thrashed between the two men who held her impaled, and they looked at each other in wonder.
"Truly remarkable," Dr. Villiers said. "A phenomenon of the highest order of importance."
"Oh, that hot cunt! It's squeezing me like a vice! Groovy, girl, groovy!" Kyle was more interested in the immediate personal implications.
"I really must think about this. I may have to alter my whole plan of operations… set up a whole new series of experiments to more adequately investigate this unforeseen development."
Marcy's tongue had found Karla's hard little clit, and also Mrs. Swenson's, which was anything but small. It reminded Marcy of the penis of a small boy like Jimmy's had been when he was little. But Jimmy was a big boy now, a big boy in trouble. And she had to help Jimmy, and keep him out of jail. Because if Jimmy went to jail, she'd never get to… to fuck Jimmy… to fuck and blow and ball and screw and eat and… oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!
Mrs. Swenson ground her cunt against Marcy's face, forcing her clitoris deep into the girl's mouth, thrusting it in and out as a man might his cock. Marcy sucked and rolled it between her teeth, her nose pressing into Karla's slippery slit. She chewed and rubbed, chewed and rubbed, feeling the flow of cunt juice increase as the two women shuddered and pulled at her hair. Marcy felt that she could go on forever, go right to heaven on a river of sex juice.
"What are you thinking, Dr. Villiers?" Kyle asked, sounding apprehensive. "You've got such a funny look on your face."
"I think I'm going to do what I said – turn her loose on the world," Dr. Villiers said, "and frankly, the prospect causes me some uneasiness."
Marcy was fully conscious now, and she could feel the two hard cocks stabbing into her overextended pussy, feel them rubbing together and surging against her strained flesh. She could hear what they were saying over the slurping sound of her mouth, and the squishiness of the two cunts she was serving with her mouth.
"You wouldn't dare do that," Kyle said.
"Don't be too sure," Villiers said. "I have in mind some field trips with definite objectives, but with always the possibility of some new discoveries, perhaps some of unprecedented significance and with world-shaking implications."
"Master, great master, I stand in awe of you," Kyle said and rubbed his prick affectionately along the other man's.
"Don't care… don't care what he tells me to do… field trips or acid trips… all I want to do is fuck… fuck… fuck… and eat cunt and blow cock. So good… so filled with cock… mouth filled with cunt… lick… lick… eat… fuck!"
"I do believe she is completely out of her head," Dr. Villiers said. "She has totally lost touch with reality."
"She's cuming again! And wow, so am I!" Kyle yelped, as Marcy's jerking body spun him into unexpected climax. "That's about the third time, isn't it?"
"Yes, foe this round," Dr. Villiers said, and then gasped in surprise. "Oh my, I do believe… I hadn't thought to lose control so soon."
"Glory Hallelujah! I'm making it!" Mrs. Swenson said, bucking like a berserk elephant against Marcy's face and Karla's pussy. "Eat it, girl, eat it all!"
"Don't leave me behind! I'm cuming… cuming… cuming!" Karla howled, and joined in the general overflow of lust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marcy sat in Dr. Villiers' office the next day, dressed in a modest blouse and skirt, with her knees tightly pressed together and her hands folded primly in her lap.
"Your record in the short time you have been with us, Miss McCall, is one of the most fascinating I have ever encountered," Villiers said, indicating the lab reports, notes and tapes of his experiments with her.
"I hope I have helped to add to the sum of man's knowledge," Marcy said. She neither looked nor sounded like the sexually insane creature of the night before, but Villiers noted that she was secretly rubbing those closed thighs together. As an interpreter of body language, he knew that meant her thoughts were a long way from being as prim as her demeanor.
"Twenty-two years a virgin and smoldering inside all that time," Villiers said. "The strange quirks of human nature never cease to astonish me. For twenty-two years you were filled with lustful cravings that you hid even from yourself."
"I wasn't aware of suppressing anything. I thought I was just a normal, healthy American girl – a good girl," Marcy said a little wistfully. "Some of the boys I went with did say I was frigid, and called me an iceberg and things like that, but I thought they were just saying those things so they could take advantage of me. You know how a guy does when he wants a girl to do something she knows she shouldn't. They'll say any old thing that pops into their heads, quote Freud or Masters and Johnson or whatever, to get you where they want you."
"And did you have a great many boy friends?" Villiers asked, shuffling papers. "Were there a lot of horny young fellows panting for the honeypot between those lovely white thighs?"
"Well, yes, I guess you could say I was popular, although quite a few of the fellows drifted away when they discovered they weren't going to get what they wanted. Others got nasty, and I just refused to see them any more."
"Tch! Tch! So much to offer and so niggardly with it, Miss McCall!"
"they thought of me as a sex object only. I wanted to be admired for my human potential… for myself… for my…" She had been going to say brains, but stopped when she remembered that Karla had whispered to her sometime during the wild night that her brains were between her legs.