"The suit stays," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you with it on to see what it feels like to me. To you."
She had drawn her legs up to curl around his back, locking them together in delightful tightness. Her face was moist and her eyes began to bug.
"I think I go!" she sang.
He felt disappointed. In this new position on top of her, he had a shot at her glorious tits and her soft petal lips in French kissing. But the signals from the suit had done for her. She began to strain and whimper.
"Give it up, bitch," he ordered. "Go all the way."
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Let your wild, hot cunt explode."
"Ah, ah, ah."
"Suck my hard prick off my belly. Scream and die with it!" he cried.
"Ah… ahhh!"
Then she gave a shrill cry of feminine submission, arched her back to lift his great weight in a tense, trembling paralysis of her pleasure nerves and then began to explode her girlhood.
"Fuuuucked!" she sang.
Throb, throb, throb. The suit picked up her deep gut quakes of orgasm, amplified them and transmitted them to Cord's hot, glowing shaft. It was fantastic to feel the true power of orgasm. For a split second, he almost weakened and pitched his own semen in response to her excitement.
"I never felt so gooood!" came her cry of utter delight. Her body shook and bucked as she gave up her entire sex treasure to the engineer. Cord savored her submissive sex death as he fucked in and out of the expiring cunt even faster. Even after her first runs, she surged up for a second series of spasms, then fell back a soft, nude and helpless doll, placid in his arms. He kept driving into her belly and she came up for a third time to quake, glove on his prick and sing out her joy.
"Too much. Tooo sexy much!" she yipped.
After that hot third run she fell back again, her eyes glazing. He looked down on her reddened, moist and fucked-out body and thought that the elegant, dainty and persnickety professor's wife had come a long, long way in a short time.
He couldn't help a few chuckles of delight. Erica had had her adventure now. Meanwhile, he could give himself over to the pleasures of her ripe body without stint. He attacked her luscious breasts at once, whipping himself into a fury as he fucked the dazed, relaxed girl without any need to care for her little sex hangups. She was almost as lost as Andy had been at the end of his furious orgasm. Score two for the suit!
Cord had studied female sexology at some length, concluding that the unconscious urge of the orgasmic woman was to suck the man's entire body inside of her, starting with the prick that rode her cunt, and recreate the human outside of her, in a baby-making effect. The male fantasy was quite the opposite, since the man wanted to flood and burn the female belly with a hard cock and hot jism until he melted a hole from her crotch to her throat. This coring effect made his fantasy of wanting to see his jism, shot off fiercely in the girl's belly, come spuming out of the soft throat.
He gave himself up to that fantasy now as he pounded down to his own delicious sex death. He felt his cock and his liquid fire, boiling inside was powerful enough to drill and core incredibly deep into that submissive female belly.
With the suit on full, he rode up his flashpoint, exulting: "Here it comes… here's the rest of your adventure, Erica!"
He froze. He had to give up two or three wounded gasps of intensity as he went into paralysis and got ready to throw. The suit was able to prolong this fantastic state where male or female hung between heaven and limbo, eagerly anticipating the coming explosion.
"Now!"
He burst, hot seed scalding out of his big cock. Spurt, spurt, spurt. It felt so good, amplified by the suit so that each pleasure sensation fully used up the capacity of his nerves to experience delight.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Wham, wham, wham. Deep in the girl's fucked body, hot sperm surging in her channel, boiling, singing, trying to make that baby in her hot, ripe guts. His whole body jerked as he delivered the seed in ecstatic spasms of bursting manhood, the pleasure giving him a superorgasm that the suit guaranteed every time.
Yet even as he spent, he felt a slight disappointment. Nature won out after all, he really wanted his cock free of the sleeve, hot prick meat spurting in hot cunt flesh, with nothing between them. He gloried in his spend and savored a complete, rinsing joy, but already his mind seized the problem he hadn't truly faced before.
As he tapered, still hugging the semi-conscious, soft and warm girl, he decided that at the moment of orgasm his suit would have to split the sleeve and release naked cock into the belly. This would have to happen at the moment of paralysis when the suit had done its job. That would require fantastic engineering.
Laughing at himself as he spume off the last of his shots and expired on the supple body of the woman, he realized that he was close to corrupting his own sex life in his crazy pursuit of SS sex.
After he'd rested a moment, he became aware that a hand plucked at him. It was Andy.
"Cord, do you think…"
Cord reluctantly pulled off the warm body and out of the tight cunt.
"If you're ready…"
"This time I think I can do it right and make it last."
Cord surrendered Erica to Andy who immediately mounted her and drove his prick into her cunt. She stirred, arched up, moaned and uttered a complaint, not so much on moral grounds as not wanting to have her euphoric, fucked-out peace disturbed.
Cord decided that Erica's adventure was growing by the minute and not likely to end very soon…
It was nightfall when Cord and Andy finally poured the glowing Erica onto the public Skimmer for Eugene. During the rest of the afternoon, the elegant professor's wife had become a complete convert to the suit. Cord and Andy had each had two rounds in her cunt and when she reached a state of near continuous orgasm, had sucked her and masturbated her four times.
"Greatest day of my life," she told them. "I'll never be the same again. You made me into a WOMAN! I never really found out how much sex I wanted. I've only skimmed the surface. I want one of your suits in my house as soon as they're ready. And a back-up spare besides."
"Hooo," said Andy, when she was gone. "I know the suit is a winner now. Just leave me one when you go east. I'm going to live a little."
"Why not?" asked Cord. "You've probably missed a hundred chances in your life until now. The suit gives you that extra ingredient of confidence."
Later Cord gave Andy his conclusions.
"I've been doing lots of wrong thinking in the lab in Chicago. All this time I've concentrated on the female version of the suit. After all, the things it does; protecting, easing physical effort, are fetures that women would appreciate more than men. I thought sex would be the same. Women would get a lift and feel bolder."
"But it's the guys wearing the suit that can turn on women even more than just the natural attraction."
"Yes, I even wonder if I need bother with production of the women's suits."
He and Andy arranged a party for the final test. It was set to be held in a motel public room, with twenty or thirty men, plus wives, sweethearts, and a few invited models. Ostensibly, Cord would talk about the non-sex features of the suit. But a half dozen men would be wearing the SS under their regular clothes. The women would be young and attractive. Cord wanted to see if the suit would cause match-ups in a random situation.
"Could be dangerous," said Andy. "Some wives and girlfriends might hook up with the wrong guy and we might get into nasty tangles."
"Better to find out before the suit goes on the market. If it's too rough, we'll have to cut the microwave power. There's always risk with a new technological advance."
"It won't be dull!" laughed Andy.
A few hours before the party took place, Cord received a shock phone call from Chicago and Nelson Harper.