"Go, go!" he said, deciding that some encouragement was called for. "Go!" The excited professor could not help but think of his wife at a moment like this. Poor Helen with her restricted ideas. This was what sex was all about. It was a test of wills, a sport!
And if this wasn't what it was all about, he, Dr. Adam Randolph was going to find out what was. Maybe one day he would even bring old Helen around to his ideas!
Meanwhile, he was completely satisfied to have had such initial success with the lewdly moaning Miss Johnson.
Dr. Randolph could feel the young assistant's soft cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. She was grinding backward against him letting all the hidden perversity of the moment fill her mind and body.
The young brunette girl could feel her warmly tingling breasts being manipulated by her teacher's hands, and each burning touch created a conflagration within her that only heightened the fiery lust between her legs. The powerful upstrokes that buffeted her farther forward with each thrust were striking hitherto untouched upper regions of her womb, filling and stretching the tender flesh with a strangely fulfilling pleasure. The aroused young woman could feel a joyful culmination being wrung from her tormented loins.
Betty tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and tight. There was a sudden sensation of floating, drifting unmoored through space. With eyes tightly closed, her whole being present and participating in the lewd act being performed upon her, the dark-haired twenty-four year old felt a bursting within her, and it seemed she was walking a narrow line between sanity and insanity. How could she be doing this, and yet how could she have waited so long to know such mind-boggling delights? From every point inside her outraged body there was a hurtling of sensations that started in her ecstatically pulsing vagina and spread like wildfire: "NNggaah! Aah! Oh, Professor! Professor Randoollpphh! I'm cummingg! Aaiieeee! I'm cuummiinnnggg!"
"Yes? Yes? Like it? Feel good, does it?" The perspiration-soaked Adam Randolph held on tight to his student's convulsing ass-cheeks and, leaning way back, gave her everything he had. Grunting, sweating and trembling as his burgeoning cock wormed its way into the hotly contracting channel of female flesh, Adam could feel his own orgasm spreading from his cum-filled testicles along the length of his rock-hard penis until at last, the scalding hot sperm shot forth up into the heated depths of her tight little womb.
"Ooohhh! Oh, Christ!" His head jerked backward, the thin gray strands of his hair wet and glistening with sweat as Adam's eyes rolled toward the brightly lighted ceiling of the laboratory. For the first time he saw those lights with a new perspective. Science, he felt, was going to be another story from now on. His life was going to take on new dimensions! Adam lifted Betty's erotically trembling and quaking hips upward now, after releasing the soft warmth of her ass-cheeks and drove his wildly jerking penis to the hilt one final time. His fingers gripped so hard on the pale, naked flesh of her buttocks that the skin turned red where he touched. The married scientist emptied his ejaculating cock deep, deep into his assistant's wildly climaxing pussy and rejoiced at her lewd response.
Betty made herself a willing receptacle for his copious discharge of sperm, receiving the jism within every fold of her ecstatically quivering cunt, feeling its warmth feeding the throes of her second tumultuous orgasm as she babbled forth a steady stream of jumble words.
"Oohhh, me, meee! Oooh NOoow, now, now! Oh, needed it! Needed it! Aaaagghh!"
Adam Randolph watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He felt so many things at once that it was amazing. So many things that he worried about whether he would be able to record it all in detail later. Why, for example did he think of his wife Helen at this crucial moment? Helen who had never let herself go enough to have an orgasm like this in her life. Had Helen really ever had an orgasm or had she faked them all? While Betty shuddered in carnal delight before him, Adam pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and limp. But he felt more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what new and wonderful worlds of scientific achievement were opening up. Clumsily, the scientist got to his feet and, panting a bit, stood over the lewdly kneeling body of his young laboratory assistant. Then he turned and headed toward the bathroom. Before he went in, he called over his shoulder, "Miss Johnson. Oh, Miss Johnson. Don't go before I have a chance to talk to you. I have a few questions to ask about what you felt."
The cute laboratory assistant's eyelids fluttered, and she rolled over on her side, too weak to remain kneeling any longer.
CHAPTER TWO
"Helen!" The psychiatrist's voice was imperative. "You must calm down. Now remember everything we discussed in my office last Thursday."
"I do remember!" The pretty blonde thirty-five year old ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "But it doesn't do me any good remembering at the time. I'm telling you, Stan. I just don't know what I'm going to do! I feel like killing Adam. Either killing him or killing myself!"
"Now, that wouldn't solve much would it?" Stan's voice was calm now, more like the voice he used in the office with his patients unless some other tone was called for.
"It would solve everything!" Helen was sitting in the bedroom of the apartment looking toward the big mirror that hung over the dresser. In it she could see herself, still pretty save for the expression of anxiety on her face. Her disheveled blonde curls hung to her shoulders which were naked except for the thin strand of the straps of her gown. The distressed wife hadn't even gotten dressed that day, and it was nearing dusk now. Her own words seemed to echo in her head as she stared at her reflection across the room. Then her attention went back to her analyst. He'd been talking for some time, she realized, and she didn't have the faintest idea of what he'd been saying. She was pleased to note, however, that she had brought out that "concerned" tone in his voice. He always sounded extra careful when she got to talking about killing herself. That would teach him, she thought. If I really did it. That would teach Adam, too!
"Helen, you've got to understand that you must help yourself. In this way, you'll be helping Adam, too. You see, you can't change him before you change yourself. He is responding to the old person in you, not the new woman you wish to be."
"I'll help him, all right! I'll strangle him next time he comes home and falls asleep on the sofa! I'll strangle him!"
"That's just the kind of thing I'm talking about, Helen!"
"Why do I have to be reasonable? I'm sick and tired of being reasonable. What's it gotten me so far? A tired old man for a husband! No sex, no one to talk to, no nothing!"
"Adam is a very distinguished scientist. That's something."
"But what about me?" Helen vehemently pointed to herself while looking at her negligee-clad form in the mirror.
"You'll have to make your own way, Helen. That's what I've been telling you. Now as far as sex is concerned, you've got to realize that you can find sex outside of marriage. This might be just the thing to bring a little life back into the marriage."
"Oh, for crissakes, Stan. Where am I going to find a lover?"
"Other women manage."
"Are you trying to bring me up or put me down?"
"Neither, I'm just trying to point out what the trends are today. There's nothing sinful about sex, Helen, and more and more people are finding this out every day. One day you, tool will realize it."