Erica fell back on the bed with an embarrassed short laugh.
"Your suit really works. A short run and he's passed out. I've never seen anything like it."
"First there had to be a gorgeous woman that turned him on," said Cord.
She sat up. "So I had my adventure, and I thank you both." She started to reach for her bra. Cord sat down, grabbed one smooth, nude shoulder, captured her head and kissed her.
"Mrarrrrr… no!" she gasped, pulling free. "I don't want…"
"But you haven't felt the full effect of my SS. I wanted Andy to show you. We just didn't get that far."
"Oh, Mr. Bannister, I couldn't. Two men in a motel room, why, my goodness…"
He arched her back, locked his mouth on one of her incredible tits and palmed the other. That hard hot nipple in his mouth made his breathing go short. My God, this woman in his suit, with these breasts could turn the world on fire.
"Oh, now, don't," she begged. "Don't don't. ah… ah!"
As might be expected, she was extremely breast sensitive. She writhed helplessly in his arms, pleading and begging.
"You see, they're so big, I feel so, sooooo much when anyone ohhh, haaaa, you're biting… ahhh, please, oh please…"
He transferred up to her velvet lips and kissed her, driving a hot tongue inside to ravage her wetness. Her punished nipple now received a hot kneading with the warmth and smoothness of his saliva.
"Oh, ha, heeee. Now, you're kissing me and I… I…"
Her loins started to buck. A dark stain appeared at her crotch, as her thrilled cunt expressed its lubricant ecstasy.
She jerked free of Cord with a massive effort and stood up, half nude, a gorgeous sight in her distress and confusion. "Oh, I just can't allow this, Mr. Bannister. It's too mechanical with suits, penises in plastic and microwaves."
"I'll take off my suit."
"No, no! I have to go."
Cord felt anger. The woman's husband cheated on her with a young coed, making her flee to the bigger city to get sex revenge. But she'd only dipped her toe in the water and wanted to flee. Like Andy, she was so sex shy that she was almost impossible. He wanted to test the effects on his suit, on her. In fact, she was a much better subject than Marsha, who'd been ready, willing and able.
"Before you go, let me at least revive Andy and run a test."
"Absolutely not!"
She made the mistake of diving for her bra. Cord seized her half-nude torso and flung her face down on the bed. He was not given to badgering unwilling females into sex, but this was impossible. SHE wanted IT, she was available and hot, yet some stubborn morality wanted to cheat her.
"I can't let you miss your adventure," he grunted. He put a knee in her back and peeled off her suit the rest of the way along with her panties, exposing her bare ass, graceful back thighs and legs. She was built, all the way down.
"Oh, my goodness, you… you," she sputtered.
She squirmed but without conviction. That part of her that was turned on wanted to lose. Sure now that her desires were high and hot and she needed a firm hand, he boldly dug his hand between her legs to feel her cunt.
"Ah, hooooo!" she went, bucking up, her eyes staring. The insolence of the invasion of her private parts made her quiver. "Oh, you can't do this to meeeee!"
Her cunt was swollen and it was rich with her lubricating oils. She practically sucked his fingers into a wet, tight and hot girl passage.
"Fuck my hand," he commanded.
"Oh, how can you use such language. Please don't…"
She suddenly fucked furiously on his fingers, gasping and then burst into tears.
"Your using meeee," she wailed.
Still frigging her cunt, Cord leaned down beside her on the bed so that he could put his mouth close to her ear. His voice was so low that it couldn't be heard a foot away.
"I want to fuck you, I'm crazy to fuck you, stick my hard, hungry cock deep in your cunt, make you scream with pleasure, squeeze your sexy tits, ride your soft ass… drive you, fuck you blind…"
He knew the special value of dirty words and wild exageration to a person who never used them and tried to avoid foolish emotion.
"I don't give a shit about the suit," he went on. "I never did. I just want to ream your cunt, because underneath all that veneer you're a barnyard bawdy bitch with a wild, rutting cunt, crazy to burn off a forest of hard pricks."
"Oh," she wept, "oh, oh, oh."
As the harsh, hot words burned into her brain, she bucked her belly faster and faster on his fingers. He didn't dare take time to even turn her over. He flung her legs apart, got between them and introduced his cock to her crotch in dog-fashion.
He came up over her body, hugging her nudeness to him, relishing the soft curves of her back and buttocks.
"You're so luscious," he gasped, "I don't care whether I put it in your sexy asshole or your cunt."
"You… you're sooo foul-mouthed," she said. He didn't know if she was complaining or admiring him. Probably her professor husband forbid dirty language and she enjoyed the temporary freedom.
He found her cunt. He was wild to dig it into her ripe body. He violated her, but if he had any doubts they vanished as her wet, hot sex tunnel seemed to suck in his prick as she moaned.
"I… I doing itttt!" she cried.
"We're doing itttttt!" he confirmed. With the suit turned on to its most stimulating effects, it sent heavenly friction thrills singing into his shaft, and at the same time it gave hot messages to her cunt, to excite her sex network.
"Hahhhhoooooooo… take off the suit," she begged.
"What?"
"Don't want mechanical… please take off suit."
"I want you!" she cried.
It was a woman's statement. Even as he went half mad with the delight of driving into her guts, he made a note to remember that. Have to solve that problem!
Andy, on the other side of the big bed, watched them with dulled-down eyes. He was just coming out of his pleasure stupor. Cord managed to notice that Andy was hard again. His suit was still on, stimulating his glands to hasten a new batch of jism. The ultrasonic cleaner had already powered his last ejaculation and whisked it away. Cord thrilled to think that when he finished with Erica, Andy could have another shot. Maybe the lad would be cooled down enought to have a good shot the second time, inside her cunt and lasting a while.
"I take off… suit, ah, ah, just before… we come," said Cord, as Erica fussed again about his dress.
"Want different position," she told him, humping greedily under him, her rounded, full ass giving him a delightful feeling of mastery as her buttocks flexed to his drive.
"Erica," he cried.
Maybe the Professor had a reason for taking up with the coed. Maybe Erica was just a little picky about things. Nothing satisfied her.
"Please…"
"If we stop, you'll try to escape," he told her.
"No, no."
He preferred the girl facing him anyway. Reluctantly he broke out of the magnificent, cream friction, turned her over to face him, and he tore off the top part of his suit. He spred her legs to resume.
"I'd better rest a minute," she said, trying to close her legs.
He snarled at her. He jerked open her legs, got into her saddle and quicky fucked up again into that hot, eager cunt.
"Me you don't turn on and off like a light bulb," he said.
"You still have the suit on," she protested.
"How do you know?"
"It feels so good."
It was the first and only time in his life Cord could remember having sex with a woman who nagged even as he and she plunged. It was really weird.