Down below he fucked into her with long, luscious strokes that sent him half out of his mind. All her richness and ripeness, all her wetness and vulnerability was his. He especially wanted to lay his gouts of male seed deep in her loin mass in some defiance against her monotonous, overdone lectures about her love for her husband and her faithfulness.
It came as he drove his tongue once more into her mouth, soft and weak from his assault. His cock thrilled to the limit and he felt the exquisite, impossible moment when his body lost all voluntary power and swept to orgasm. There was the gasping moment of stillness and extreme ecstasy as the orgasmic fist rolled out its pleasure over all muscles. Then he spurted.
Wham, wham, wham. Leaping gushes of jism burst in her cunt as he seeded her at last, feeling the wild joy down to his toes. No true male could be around a girl like this, so made for fucking, without wanting the final release of burning her womb wall with his seed. He let it spume in magnificent joy and relief, holding her tight to take it all. She whined and quivered – began her own orgasm, her second, which surprised him. The suit had really set her up. But it was his own pleasure he pursued now. He held her ripe little butt and shot it all off, aware that his cock had rubbed against her pink, shiny uterus as he seeded her.
"Uh, uh, uh… you… greatest," he grunted in dizzy delight.
She moaned and her vagina thudded against his shaft like a silken glove as she throbbed off her own ecstasies. My God, how could a woman who was supposed to be fucked out and completely possessed by a new husband come like this? Her body seemed hungry to be cock-lashed, even starved.
"Taaaaa-two," he gasped counting her second orgasm. She merely quivered, jerked and sucked off the last of his majestic spurts, squeezing her own delight on his prick.
Glowing, euphoric, Cord rose and carried her to the nearest flat lab table. He spread a towel and laid her on it. She seemed as dazed and passed out as a drunk. She made a few happy sounds in her throat, but her eyes wandered, unfocused.
He replaced the sleeve to clear her vagina, which it quickly did, turning his jism into dust and passing it down to be expelled. She was clean again.
He stared at her, lovely in her nude, relaxed euphoria.
"Marybelle, something tells me you've never really run out your entire orgasmic potential."
He reached down and activated the sleeve inside of her cunt. It began to imitate a cock, stiffening and sliding in and out of her vagina. Far from being distressed by the continuous sex action, she gasped in pleasure and began to undulate her loins.
Well, it was part of the test. He dried off his cock of her delicious and pungent cunt oils with the corner of the towel and watched her rise to her third orgasm, thrashing her butt this way and that on the table, her hands rubbing down her thighs, but not invading her box. She didn't need to masturbate.
"Ah, I… so hot… so high… looooove it," she crooned.
It was delightful to watch the SS fuck the girl. She twisted and writhed in absolutely graceful arcs and motions, locked in her special world of pleasure. From time to time she lifted her round rear to strain upwards for the beginning of her third culmination. Then she would fall back to writhe some more. The intervals got shorter.
His buzzer rang. It was Nelson Harper.
"You left a message to see me, Cord? I've been… uh… busy in the other lab."
I'll bet you have, thought Cord. You're plotting some presentation for the Board with that sexy bitch engineer, Nancy Lyons and her stupid robot.
"Got a hot test going with the SS," Cord told Nelson. "I think you'd better come to my lab right away."
"It's lunch time, you know."
"I think you'll enjoy this better than lunch," said Cord.
Nelson came into the lab and stopped frozen. He'd arrived just at the moment that Marybelle strained up and reached her third orgasm, crying out, "Ohhhh, I'm fucccccked!"
She paid off her girlhood to the suit with hot gasps and lunges of her swivel hips.
Nelson blanched. "Why, that's the Fletcher girl, the one who…"
"She's been recently married and is crazy about her new husband," said Cord calmly.
"But you… she… should you…"
"This is her third orgasm and she loves it."
Nelson clamped his mouth shut. He had implicit faith in Cord Bannister. Besides, the sight was awesome. The blonde girl was a real beauty, and to see her in her sex throes, the lower part of her body glistening in the SS, was a real thrill. His cock thickened at once.
After a moment he asked, "Can't she hear us?"
"Think of a drug high," said Cord. "The person knows everything that's going on, but the consciousness is altered. They see reality differently from normal life. She's on a sex high just now. We're running out her orgasm potential. This is only her third."
"How… many?"
"Eight, ten, who knows. This is one highly sexed female."
"You can say that again," said Nelson. Despite his hot sex with Nancy not so long before, his prick was rock hard in his pants. "I don't suppose we could help her?"
"Sure, Nelson, if you want. It doesn't matter how she reaches those orgasms, by the suit or some other way."
"I-I," stuttered Nelson, blushing. He was on fire to touch the blonde.
Cord moved out cooly from behind the table. Nelson saw he wore only his lab coat, was naked down below. His manhood was half-hard.
"Watch this," said Cord.
He stood behind Marybelle's head on the table. He eased it back so it hung down from the edge. He slid his half-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, immediately plastering it with rich saliva. Her hands below stroked her thighs as the suit worked her for her fourth orgasm.
"My God," said Nelson.
"Be my guest," said Cord, waving a hand.
In seconds Nelson had stripped and they positioned the girl so that he could walk into her V and introduce his cock into her cunt. He slid his blade between those glistening thighs, found her nest and shoved.
"Ahhhh!" Nelson went.
"Ohhhh," cried Marybelle. She locked her legs around Nelson's hips, pulling him close.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy and began to fuck into her. "Always wanted – seeing her in the halls – fabulous body…"
"It's all necessary… oh… in the interests of the project," said Cord. He gave a low moan of joy as he fed his now-stiff cock, gleaming with soft saliva into the girl's mouth. She sucked it eagerly.
For her it was in incredible world that she couldn't believe existed. For the first time ever in her life Marybelle felt free and open to express her deep sex needs to the limit. After Cord first plunged his prick into her she ceased to resist. She enjoyed the first two orgasms and found herself pushed into a magic world where she had only to indulge her body, hungry for this wild freedom she'd never dared to approach before. She'd forgotten all about her husband, her position in the lab, her fears and inhibitions. It was a fabulous high to be so open and animal, without having to sing about love or worry that she might repulse her lover by being too lascivious.
"Ah, ah, ah," she cried happily, losing Cord's cock for a moment. It seemed utterly natural to her that she should find two pricks thrusting into her body – that was what it was for. She loved the meat taste of Cord's rod and she loved the sweet friction of Nelson's member down below.
"Hey," said Nelson. "This sleeve inside of her – makes its better."
"Of course."
"I… heeee… ohhhh… maybe come too soon…"
Cord showed him the proper tiny button. At once Nelson felt a thickness in his loins from the sleeve, preventing him from premature ejaculation. The feeling was the same as with the robot cock, the principle was the same.