"I asked you to stop that," Marcy gasped. "I'm a respectable girl, and I don't allow men to…" Her voice drifted away in a lovely pink fog that had come from nowhere to enfold her.
"Perhaps you would prefer this?" Villiers said, taking her hand and moving it to his swollen shaft. She felt the heavy flesh resting in her palm, and trembled, unable to separate her terror from an equally strong longing.
His tongue was avidly at work now, gliding over the slippery surface of the swollen cunt lips and pausing frequently to lick at the tiny clit, where all her wild new sensations seemed centered.
"Please – oh, please," she moaned, unaware that her hand had closed over the giant cock and was clinging to it tightly. Her protests trailed off into a series of whimpers and uncontrollable squeals.
She could hear another sound too, a slurping noise. It sounded like a cat drinking milk, but it was coming from between her thighs.
The pink haze was turning darker as the man's tongue circled the button of her desire, then drew it between his lips and sucked it. Then she remembered something.
"What – what kind of experiment is this?" she panted. "You're not taking any notes."
"I'm not, but there are cameras trained on us, and delicate instruments are measuring your every response to each new thrill."
"Oh… ohhhh… ohhhhh!" she whimpered, moving her buttocks so that her sopping cunt rubbed wetly against his mouth. Flashes of pleasure lanced through her from the tip of his tongue, and Marcy began to go a little insane. She squashed her dripping honeypot all over Villiers' face, and reached blindly to grab him by the hair. Her fingers touched his ears instead, and without hesitation she used them as handles to pull his head deeper into the steaming juices of her perfumed slit.
Then, on an impulse she didn't understand but couldn't resist, Marcy dropped one hand back onto Dr. Villiers' giant shaft. Even in her frantic excitement, she couldn't help comparing it to her fiance's. Not that she had ever intentionally looked at Roger's prick. But once, when they had been swimming in the ocean, a gigantic wave had hit them unexpectedly, dragging his trunks down his legs and giving her a shocked glimpse of his organ. She supposed he was about average in size, but he didn't begin to compare with this enormous tool.
Just feeling it with her hand and thinking about it started the strangest, strongest urge in her. It shocked her to her puritanical depths, but she had to admit to an outrageous desire to take that awful thing in her mouth! She wanted to feel it bulge her cheeks out, she wanted to lick it and suck it – wanted to taste it! She must be completely out of her mind, but she wanted desperately to have that long, thick pole crammed into her mouth!
CHAPTER TWO
Driven by her wild need, Marcy repositioned herself, being careful not to remove her simmering cunt from Villiers' mouth. Then her lips were making a path through the thick hair on the man's chest and hard, flat belly. Who would have thought so clean shaven a man would have so much hair on his body?
Dr. Villiers' tongue was like a flaming torch as he licked and coaxed, her toward orgasm. The fire he was building in her golden cunt was sweeping through her whole body, like red-hot lava moving down the side of a volcano. Her mouth tasted of the salt of excitement, her thighs were twitching, and her round bottom was pounding the mattress furiously. The soft petals of her pussy pulsed around his tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.
She felt him guiding her inexorably to climax, felt the floodtide building up in her loins and overflowing into her cunt. Then the dam broke, and she gushed hotly into his mouth. But now that she was started, Marcy didn't want to stop. She wanted to go on and on to higher and higher levels of pleasure. If she could get her mouth on him, it would be even better. Her lips moved along his strong, hairy thighs, and she felt him wriggling in anticipation as her mouth approached his massive cock. He urged her on with fresh assaults on her blossoming cunt lips.
Marcy's mind was whirling. When she could think at all, she was wondering why she was doing this. Simply for the money that would save Jimmy? No, not now. There had to be another reason. Maybe because since the moment she had first set eyes on this man, she had been subconsciously stirred by the animal-like virility of him, excited by the erotic energy he exuded.
She didn't know, and she was in no condition right now to think the problem through. All she could do was obey the impulse that had overpowered her. Villiers' wiry pubic hair was under her lips, and then she was staring up at his towering erection, her eyes widening at the close-up view of reddish-brown skin, blueish veins, and purplish red cockhead. At first she was aware only of its size. But desire overcame her fear, and her mouth began to water. Her tongue flicked out and traced a wet path up the side of the monstrous pole.
How odd he tasted! Slowly she worked her way around to the other side. It was sticky there, and the taste was different. She thought he must have overflowed a little, in anticipation of her mouthing. How strange to taste a man's semen – his seed. It was the substance intended for a woman's womb, not her mouth. Marcy hesitated, thinking she should stop this unnatural act.
But Dr. Villiers had other ideas. Impatient with her tentative approach, he grabbed her by the hair and jammed the eight or nine inches of hard cock into her mouth as far as it would go.
"Never begin an experiment you don't intend to finish," he told her, rolling them both over so he was on top and could pound the heavy cock in and out between her lips.
Marcy tried to protest, but her tongue was slammed back against her tonsils and she couldn't make a sound. It was either suck or strangle. In desperation, she pursed her lips around the intruding member and started sucking. Almost at once, she was overwhelmed by the feel and taste of the prick in her mouth.
She worked her tongue free and began running it in circles around and around the awesome lance, while her lips sucked deeply. Time drifted by in a vague, shadowy way. Marcy breathed occasionally, and was vaguely aware that the pulsing of her cunt lips was alternating with her sucking mouth. There was a sweet-salt taste on her tongue, and she was acutely conscious of the feel of the shaft pulling almost free of her suctioning mouth. Then it would ram back in with such brutal force that it threatened to jar her teeth loose. But even that was part of the pleasure, of the joy she had never known before – the novel thrill of being used as a mere receptacle for hard cock.
Suddenly Dr. Villiers stiffened, and a low growl escaped his lips. Marcy felt the cock start to pulse, and frightened, tried to pull away. But as she began to turn her head, he pressed down, flattening his testicles against her chin and lower lip, and holding her fast with his hairy thighs.
"No, X-999, you must swallow it or the experimental data will be incomplete. You have hired out to engage in important research, and you must not hesitate to carry out each act to fulfillment, or you will invalidate the results," Dr. Villiers explained unemotionally, as his cum flooded her mouth.
Marcy swallowed, and the warm liquid shot down her throat. At the same moment she felt her own orgasm beginning. The lips of her cunt contracted, and the muscles deep inside spasmed, sending fresh moisture to dampen her thighs.
The doctor made a clucking sound. "Most interesting. Experimental Animal X-999 is capable of achieving orgasm without actual physical stimulation of the genital area. Apparently it occurred merely from the pleasure of sucking my cock." He released her head and stared at her thoughtfully. "This is quite fascinating, my dear, and leads me to the hypothesis that you derive more pleasure from serving than from being served. You will tend to be high up on the Sado-Masochist Scale, tending toward the Masochist end."
Marcy raised a shaky hand to wipe at her sticky lips, but Dr. Villiers intercepted it. "No, that would contaminate the sampling. You must swallow all my seed!"