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Stan looked pleased at the transformation in his
patient, and he openly admitted to himself that it was just plain old
curiosity as opposed to professional interest that prompted him to have
Helen describe the lewd events of the previous evening in detail. "It felt
pretty good huh?" he asked.
Helen was effusive. "Good wasn't the word for it!! "Oh? What happened
next?"
"Well, it was the funniest thing, Stan. He just rested a while afterward.
You know, after I'd cum and all, and then he did it again!"
"Oh?" Stan the analyst raised his eyebrows "And again."
"Oh, I see. He was uh, something of a specialist?" "Yes, it was all he
wanted to do. I ready didn't mind though, you know, somehow, I was less
unfaithful that way!" "I see!" Stan tried to visualize his pretty patient,
lying fully clothed, except for her panties, on the bachelor's rug. She
would have a trim blonde pussy, he figured, one that any man would like to
luck! However, Stan was a little worried about Helen's reaction. She was
far too elated about her defiant action, far too "up". After this period,
Stan bet to himself that there would be a corresponding "low". He would be
waiting for it when it came. This would be the moment when he would have
the most to say to the pretty blonde scientist's wife. Wonder what that
husband of hers is up to? he thought. What a shame that Adam Randolph
wasn't enjoying the bountiful attributes of his wife. Maybe the old boy
did have something on the side as Helen often mentioned. Maybe so, maybe
not. Stan thought that probably it was a question of total lack of
communication between husband and wife. He'd seen the same thing many,
many times, and knew how easy it was to fall into the trap after several
years of marriage. People tended to lose sight of the true personalities
of the people they were married to; seeing them merely as symbols. Either
symbols of their own lack of freedom, or other such false generalities. He
sighed loudly and thought of his own wife who was taking courses at the
New School. She was his second wife, and Stan deplored the fact that just
because he knew all these things, he was unable to put them to complete
advantage in his own life. "What's the matter with you? Aren't you happy
for me?" Helen sat up and turned around to look at her analyst. "Or would
you rather see me unhappy! Maybe you're thinking I won't be needing you
anymore, huh? Maybe you're thinking you're going to lose all the money I
keep pouring into you!" "That seems rather unkind, Helen," Stan replied
evenly. He was bored. They all usually got to this stage at one point or
another. "Especially since you were just thanking me a moment ago and
telling me that I was the one responsible for your great happiness. Your
new freedom!"
"Oh!" Helen let herself fall back down to the couch. "I'm sorry, Stan. I
just get confused sometimes. I guess you're right. I'm sorry."
"Well, time's up anyway," Stan said. Thank God, he was dying to take a
leak. "See you in two weeks unless you have something special you want to
talk to me about.
"In two weeks?!!"
"Yes, don't you remember? I told you I was going away on a short vacation.
Up to Vermont. Skiing!" Helen looked thunder-struck. She'd completely
forgotten that he'd mentioned this to her some time ago. How could he go
away and leave her!? What right did he have to go away? "Of course, you
can always call my service. They'll know how to reach me in any
emergency." I just know the crazy bitch s going to call! I just know she's
going to have a crisis while we're up there!
Dr. Stanley Bederbeck guided his still stunned patient gently to the door.
"You enjoy this new freedom of yours, Helen," he told her. "It's about
time you have a little fun, don't you think?"
Maybe that would get her through his vacation, he thought. But somehow he
knew it wouldn't really be enough. Helen had a lot to go through yet,
before she would be truly free!
* *
In celebration of her rebirth as a desirable female, Helen went right out
and bought herself a new dress, new shoes and a new pocketbook. The shoes
were a bright green. "Outrageous!" the shoe-clerk had said. "But
terrific!"
"It's the now look!" the clerk added as Helen looked dubiously at the
shoes which seemed to make her feet look twice as large as they already
were. The ultra-high heel and the glistening green platform under the sole
were, she decided, truly outrageous. Nevertheless, as a sigh of her new
freedom, she bought them, knowing that her husband would hate them! So
what! she said to herself. "I'll wear anything I choose!" The dress was
very much like a dress that Helen would have bought before, but it was
much more daring in that it had an extremely low plunging neckline. This
showed off the ample curves of her creamy white breasts however, and she
was quite pleased when a male employee as the store whistled loudly at
seeing her in it.
All in all, Helen felt like a totally new woman as, wearing her new
outfit, she took the elevator downstairs and went to the super-market on
the corner. The manager turned and looked at her with a definite leer
before recognizing that she was Mrs. Adam Randolph. Helen felt as though
she were walking on a cloud. Tomorrow she'd get her hair done a tone
lighter too. Why not? She'd always wanted to. As she walked down the
aisles that were stocked with food and grocery products, the elated wife
smiled. She just couldn't help it. She pushed her cart in front of her in
time to the piped in music that flooded the store with a false sense of
well-being. Grocery boys doing the shelves paused in their work to watch
her go by, and she could feel their approving glances. Bit by bit the
attractive woman's shopping cart filled to the brim, and she could barely
manage to push it to the checkout counter. She'd bought all the goodies
she could possibly want for awhile, from frozen crepe suzettes, to frogs
legs and Giant crab claws, Cornish game hens, a frozen pumpkin pie, two
quarts of Breyers ice-cream, peach and chocolate her very favorite
flavors. There wasn't anything that she'd put aside, saying she couldn't
afford it, because obviously she could afford it, and even if she didn't
happen to have enough money in her checking account, her revolving credit
system would pay the overdraft. Life could be beautiful after all. She had
only to enjoy, enjoy! "Deliver please!" she said cheerfully, after writing
out an approved check for $35.00. She received thirty-five cents change
which she tossed into her new purse before heading out the door. She would
go home and wait for the packages to arrive. Maybe she would even receive
a telephone call from Andre! That would be nice. It would be lovely to
take a cab downtown, wearing her new clothes, go to his apartment and have
a drink, and then have him make wonderful oral love to her just the way
he'd done before. As she walked back to the nearby apartment building,
Helen felt the familiar tingling in her loins, reminding her of the
enjoyment she'd had with the handsome Frenchman. She could still feel his
wetly licking tongue down there, tickling and nudging and making her cum
again and again! In the elevator, Helen surreptitiously pressed her thighs
together, feeling the increased sensations of her hotly aroused vagina and
loving the idea of her own sensuality. She couldn't wait to snub her
husband again tonight. The cold heartless bastard!
* *
Adam Randolph considered himself a very patient man, but he was tired of
waiting for the girl behind the underground newspaper's desk to get to
him. He was placing another advertisement, and he realized that his actual
presence at the office of the newspaper was something of a special event.
"Usually no one ever comes!" the girl said, looking at him curiously.
"Everyone does it by mail!"
"Well I haven't got time to do it by mail!" Adam snapped. "I'm doing
important scientific researches!" Adam grew furious as the girl stifled a
snigger and gave him an order blank.
Trying to control himself, he wrote out the newest ads that would be
necessary for his work, counted out the money and stormed out of the
place. On the street once more, Adam pulled his coat around him and headed
for the subway. It was one short stop to his house now, although he'd made
a long trip down from the university. He was looking forward to getting
home tonight for some reason. There was no one expected that evening at
the "lab" so he was free comparatively early. Perhaps Helen would have
some dinner ready.
The subway ride was as unpleasant as usual, no more or less so, but Adam
had conditioned himself to the smells, the snarls, and the glowers of the
other riders. He refused to pay the new high cab fares, even if the
drivers were being more polite these days!
It would be good to see Helen again, the scientist thought as he gazed at
his own blurred reflection in the window of the train. He was hanging by a
strap, swaying back and forth in more or less the same rhythm as his
fellow travelers. He hadn't seen Helen in days now. Well, he'd seen a lump
in the living room sofa. But that was all. Helen refused to sleep in the
same bed with him since he'd so brutally raped her anally several days
before. He didn't blame her really, and yet there was something
infuriating about the gesture. He wanted to force her to come back and
sleep in the bed with him. Perhaps this evening they could discuss it.
Perhaps tonight, he would even give her a taste of that romance she was
always looking for.
Things were going well at the "lab". Adam felt more relaxed about the
entire project now that it had gotten in full swing so to speak. His
researches had given in invaluable information about the various reactions
in human beings to sexual stimuli. He was sure that when his book was
published, his true genius would be recognized by the world.
"Helen? Helen?" Adam called out as soon as he let himself into the
apartment. There was no answer. He hung up his coat and hat and went
straight to the kitchen. Usually he had something at the coffee shop where
Susi worked, but now it was getting uncomfortable going in there. She was
always pestering him to let her come by the lab. He'd given in once or
twice and let her have a work-out on the machine in the afternoon between
his classes. But as far as his research was concerned, he had no more to
learn from Susi. Better to eat elsewhere for awhile or to eat at home.
Adam looked at the stove. Nothing at all cooking on it. Just the spotless
white of the metal with the black grids. No good smell of soup or perhaps
a roast. How long had it been, he wondered, since Helen had cooked him
dinner? He supposed he couldn't really blame her, since he never came home
at a decent eating hour. But somehow he did blame her! The scientist moved
to the refrigerator and opened the door. There to his amazement' he saw
that it was filled to overflowing with gourmet food items. The large
freezer compartment was stuffed with things like frozen pizza, cream
puffs, chocolate eclairs, Chinese spare-ribs, and spinach souffle. In the
refrigerator itself was a hodge-podge of expensive meat cuts, out of
season fruits and vegetables, milk and cream, red, white and rose wines as
well as two bottles of imported champagne.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Adam had never seen so much food in the house. Usually he
cautioned his wife against getting too much at a time since they weren't
generally big eaters and he was often away anyway. She'd always shown good
judgment about such matters before. But what had gotten into her now?
Puzzled, Adam closed the refrigerator door after taking out a Stouffer's
frozen chicken in wine sauce. He turned on the oven and put the light
aluminum package in. Then he went through all the rooms looking for his
wife, but she was nowhere to be found. Returning to his study, Adam sat
down to wait for the frozen dinner to be ready, and for Helen to return.
When finally he heard a click in the lock, Adam could feel a definite
change in his attitude toward his wife. "Where has she been!" he wondered,
perhaps for the first time. He stood up from his desk and went out to the
hall. Helen was trying to close the door behind her and was having
difficulty due to her many packages. She had already put the flowers down
on the hall table and was pushing the door dosed with her foot while
clasping the bakery items and the magazines. "Helen!"
Surprised, she looked up to see that her husband was standing watching her
with a mixture of curiosity and something else she could not quite read.
"Yes?" the young wife said calmly, composing herself enough to remember
just how she wanted to treat her husband. She busily gathered up the
flowers and made her way into the living room with them. Then she took the
bakery packages into the kitchen. She'd gotten some of that wonderful
German butter cake, and some coconut cream pie.
Helen was aware of the fact that her husband was following her from room
to room, and she tried to act as if she were completely unaware of his
presence.
It wasn't until she had taken off the short little jacket that turned her
new dress into a two-piece suit and had begun to arrange the tulips and
roses she'd bought at the corner in vases that Adam hit the ceiling.
"WHAT IS THAT DRESS YOU'RE WEARING?" he screamed, noting that his wife's
lushly swaying breasts almost fell out as she bent over a vase. "AND THOSE
SHOES?" he was seeing them for the first time. "Good God, you look like
something from outer space!" he cried, his face turning purplish with
rage. "AND WHAT IS ALL THIS CRAP AROUND? ALL THAT JUNK IN THE ICE-BOX?"
"Refrigerator!" Helen correctly, coldly, even though she could feel her
eyes beginning to mist up and her hands beginning to shake as she finished
her arrangement of flowers. "Ice-box is so old fashioned!"
"HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY? What about the money? I'm not a millionaire you
know!"
"I'm getting a job. I'll pay for everything myself," Helen said, her lower
lip trembling. She left the living room hurriedly, and Adam followed close
on her heels, "Stop moving! Stop and talk to me!" he cried, waving his
arms about.
"Why should I stop moving? Why should I talk to you when you never talk to
me?" Helen said, tight-lipped. And she kept on moving, going to the
dresser, sitting down, easing off her shoes, which caused her feet to ache
a bit.
"All you do is hurt me!" she declared with a finality that left Adam
speechless. Wordlessly, he turned and left the room. A smell of burning
chicken filled the apartment. Furious with Helen and with himself, Adam
rushed into the kitchen and turned off the stove. Then he got his coat and
hat and stormed angrily out of the house.
All the way uptown on the subway, Adam thought about his wife's phrase,
"All you do is hurt me ...!" But he couldn't say just why the accusing
words made such an impact on him, why they made his normally ordered mind
stop working and his heart start to beating wildly.
* *
The pillow case was soaked with tears as Helen lifted her head. Her eyes
were so swollen that she could hardly see. She rose and went to the
bathroom to put a cold washcloth over them. Crying was making her sick
inside. Adam had gone and would not be back that night, she knew. Guilt
permeated her like the sick feeling of all that crying. The true
proportions of her shameful actions came to her in a new light. She'd been
unfaithful! She'd answered an ad and gone to a perfect stranger's
apartment where she'd allowed him to perform a terribly lewd act upon her.
Oh God, she'd even willingly spread her legs and loved every obscene
second of it as he licked her to orgasm! Helen writhed upon the bed as
though she were in actual pain. Oh my God, how could I have ever? How
could I think that such a thing would solve my problems!
"Oh Adam, how can you ever forgive me?" Helen wailed on into the night,
until, around 3:00 AM she called Stan Bederbeck's number and hysterically
instructed his answering service to get the message to him that she had to
have help and fast! It was almost 6:00AM before Stan hung up the phone
beside the bed he shared with his wife at the ski resort. "Whew!" The
psychiatrist slumped down in the bed, sensing that his wife was still
awake beside him. Although she was absolutely motionless he knew that he
was in double trouble. His wife was going to give him a hard time because
Helen had given him a hard time on the telephone. Not for the first time,
Stan considered going into some other business. Well, at least he'd
managed to calm Helen Randolph down. But he wasn't at all sure that the
advice he'd given her had been correct. Perhaps he'd just told her that to
get her off the phone so he could go back to sleep. On the other hand, he
might have said the same thing under other circumstances. He wasn't sure.
"A hair of the dog, Helen," he'd said. "Go out and give yourself something
to really feel guilty about. Then you'll know what real guilt is! Then we
can deal with it on its own terms." Stan turned out the light and snuggled
up to his wife. He wasn't at all surprised when she moved a little bit
farther away from him. He sighed and went back to sleep.
* *
The next afternoon Helen was feeling a bit better. She'd slept some, and
somehow the conversation with the psychiatrist had seemed to sort her
feelings out. She knew just what she would do today. Adam had not returned
at all, and in the bright light of day this one face seemed unforgivable.
She would, just as Stan had suggested, come to terms with her own guilt!
Helen began by dialing the number she'd found in the newspaper. It was a
bit forward to call, but seeing Andre again might straighten her out,
bring back the confidence she'd felt for so brief a time! Wearing her
yellow culotte nightgown, the disturbed blonde wife sat at the edge of her
bed and dialed. To her surprise, the first ring was interrupted by a
recording. "I'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in
service. If you wish more information, kindly remain on the line and an
operator will help you." Helen was shaking by the time an operator came
on. "Why is this number out of service?" she inquired, the familiar tears
returning.
"Don't know. Just a moment. Oh, yes. I see." "What? what do you see?"
Helen felt hysteria mounting again. "The number has been changed."
"Oh what's the new number? " Helen felt momentarily relieved.
"I'm sorry it's an unlisted number, and we are not allowed to give it
out."
"NO!" Helen slammed down the telephone. "Now get hold of yourself!" she
said out loud as she ran into the bathroom, trying to stave off her
feelings of utter helplessness, of utter futility by running cold water
and splashing it onto her face. Since that worked out so well, why not
answer another ad? she thought. Hurriedly getting dressed, Helen went
outside to the newspaper stand at the far corner near the bus-stop. Morty
sold everything from the Times, to the more adventuresome papers. Helen
didn't care that Morty seemed amused when she bought the underground
paper. She felt that she no longer cared what anyone thought of her. Her
life was her own, and somehow she had to salvage it! Back in her living
room and breathless, Helen sat down without taking off her coat. Rapidly,
she scanned the advertisements to see if Andre's was there again. But she
didn't see anything that she thought might be his. Heart fluttering, she
finally came to one which sounded as though she might be able to answer
it.
Responsible researcher and assistants seek intelligent woman for
interesting conversation, mutual enjoyment. Object serious research. Apply
between 7PM and 9PM, Mon-Sat., 933 West ll9th Street, Apt 24.
How nice it sounded. It seemed as though this advertisement might bring
her just what she was looking for. The chance to be treated like a real
human being. From the sound of it, it also seemed as though she might be
fable to do some sort of interesting work. She might meet someone who
could look upon her as a person, rather than a nonentity like her husband
did! To him she was just someone to boss around. Someone who lived in the
same house, and whom he spoke to when he felt like it! It was not purely a
sexual thing, Helen reasoned. She just needed to have her confidence
bolstered, to feel like a human being again, instead of just Dr. Adam
Randolph's unloved wife!
* *
"You boys can wait in here or I'll call you when the first subject comes,"
Adam said. He was bleary-eyed from lack of sleep. For the first time since
having begun the experiments, he felt a definite lack of enthusiasm. He
and Helen had had fights in the past, but he'd never spent a night away
from home before. Not a night when he and Helen were mad at each other
anyway. He might even have called off the evening's experiments had it not
been for the number of people involved. Once more he had called upon the
services of the young college students who lived downstairs. They were
more than willing to help out, and had come to regard the professor with a
new respect that far outdistanced his former reputation. The five of them
were pledged to secrecy, however, a secrecy which they maintained, since
it was entirely to their own benefit. Three were present tonight, the
other two having gone home for the weekend,
As one of the students put it to the others while they were sitting around
drinking beer in the "living room" of the lab, "it's all the trouble
having to take 'em out and stuff, that makes it a drag. I mean, shit,
nooky is nooky, right? This way we get lots more time to study for the
upcoming exams, without having to go without getting our nuts off!"
"You said it, Hank. Sure beats finger-fucking in the park to all hell!"
Ben Starker replied. He was reading a copy of one of the magazines that
the professor had thoughtfully provided for them.
"We'll wait, professor. Just send her on in, we'll take care of the whole
thing just fine!" Roger English spoke for the group. Being a straight "A"
student, a Rhodes Scholar, and a genuine 180/I.Q. genius, Roger often was
the natural leader of any group in which he found himself.
Adam closed the door and went into the lab. He sat at his control table
and laid his head on his arms. He felt a definite tightness in his throat
and chest, and a heaviness in his heart. He flicked the intercommunication
button. "When the bell rings, will one of you boys get it please. I prefer
to say in the control room this evening." "Sure thing, Prof!" Roger
replied.
The boys were in the middle of a heavy game of crazy-eights when the bell
rang. Roger, who was tall and angular, put down his cards and went to
answer it. The professor had clued them in to all the details of the
experiment, and each boy felt confident of carrying out the researches to
perfection. Before he left the living room, Roger smiled and winked at the
other boys. "I'll bring you back a pretty one!" he said. "She'd better be!
"Yeah!"
* *
Helen stood poised to run at the slightest provocation, but the young boy
who opened the door was obviously harmless, simply a college student like
many others she'd seen, that she remained standing there in her green
ultra-high heels with platform soles and her low-cut dress with the
matching coat. "Is it about the advertisement?" Roger smiled his most
boyishly charming smile, the one he used for his mother, some teachers,
his minister, and all the other relatives at home. "Uh, yes. It is. Is
this where the research is being done?" "That's correct. Won't you come
right in?" Roger bowed low and stood aside.
"Well, I don't know. I ..."
"The professor is in the other room. He'll he out later on. In the
meanwhile we can make you comfortable inside," Roger said. He was trying
not to seem too anxious. But, oh man, wait until those other jokers got a
look at this one. She was some looker. A gorgeous, hot-blooded blonde was
just his idea of a nice way to spend the evening! Even if he did have to
share her with his buddies!
Professors Helen was thinking. That would show Adam. What if she could set
up a friendship, dare she think "relationship", with someone who was on
Adam's level, a peer? That would show him! Andre was something else,
hardly an intellectual even though he read a lot of books. But a
professor, now this was beginning to sound more like it!
"All right," she said shyly, stepping inside. "Right this way!" Roger led
the way down the hall, and opened the door to the living room.
"Well, heeeelloooo!" Hank said standing up. Already he could feel himself
getting a hardon just as the sight of the sensuously ripened blonde in the
green "fuck-me" shoes. "Hi there!" Ben Starker said, beaming front ear to
ear. The football coach had said no sex, but what did he know? If Joe
Namath and those guys could do it, why couldn't he? Especially with a
pretty full-titted, big-assed pussy like this! Helen looked at the young
college boys. "Good-evening," she said pleasantly. She was a little bit
nervous about the brazen way the boys were looking at her, but then she
told herself that that was why she'd bought this new outfit, wasn't it!
She wanted to be looked at, to be appreciated, after all! She was overly
aware of the door closing behind her with a click, as though it was
automatically locking, but she told herself that that was ridiculous.
Quickly, she scanned the room. The nervous scientist's wife would have sat
down, bet there were no chairs, only pillows and the big bed where the
young men seemed to be playing cards.
"Oh, did I interrupt your game?" she asked, searching for some way to
break the heavy silence that fell over the room. This was ridiculous! Why
was she so nervous. She'd probably feel better when this professor they
were talking about put in an appearance, and no doubt there were other
people involved too, people more her own age.
"Not at all!" Roger replied.
"Yeah, you're our game!" Hank leered.
Ben nudged him sharply.
"I beg your pardon?" Helen asked her eyebrows raising. How rude this boy
was. How could anyone responsible have let him be here doing "intelligent"
research.
"Never mind, ma'am. Don't mind Hank," Roger replied. "He's a bit crude
sometimes, but he has a good heart. "And a good cock too! Nice and hard!"
In spite of themselves, both Roger and Ben laughed. Helen stepped back in
alarm. She backed toward the door. "What is this?" she demanded. "Where's
the professor running the research project?"
"Oh he'll show up sooner or later," Hank said. "He always does. Sometimes
he even takes a piece of the action!" "What? What?" Helen tried The door
knob behind her, and became hysterical when she could not open it. "Don't
worry, lady," Roger said, trying to calm her." It'll be all right. You
must have expected a little adventure--companionship ---love! when you
answered the ad! Didn't you?" "No! No! Of course, not. No!" Helen would
deny to the end that she was seeking adventure, companionship, friendship,
maybe love. She would deny everything to the end if necessary. Inside his
adjoining control room, Adam flicked off the intercom. He just couldn't
listen to the beginning of the whole thing, and his splitting headache and
generally depressed state caused him to keep his head on his arms, knowing
that the boys would do all right without any guidance from him. The
instruments would be attached and his recording devises would take over.
No need for him to watch every detail. He was in no mood for it. Meanwhile
in the living room, Hank grew. annoyed with Helen's carrying on.
"Hey, cut the crap! Anybody that reads junky paper and answers an ad,
knows what's happening!" "Not necessarily," Roger interjected, "however, I
am inclined to believe that the possibility of total innocence under the
circumstances is rather dim."
"Oh my God, you're all maniacs!" Helen exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
"If you mean we're all students at the university, then you're right
there!" Ben said.
"Hey, maybe she wants some booze. Want a drink to make you feel better?"
Ben asked, reaching for the flask that the boys had been taking slugs
from.
"We're not going to do anything to hurt you, Miss," Roger said pleasantly.
"You might as well calm down. As I said, the professor will be in shortly,
and meanwhile, you can be uh, entertained by us! It's all a part of the
experiment, you see." Helen tried to see. She wanted desperately to
understand, and to see the whole thin in some light other than the
sinister one that covered the entire difficulty in which she found
herself. Ben passed the flask to Roger, who offered it to Helen.
Tentatively, her features ash white, Helen took the flask and sniffed it.
"Old Tennis Shoes bourbon," Ben said proudly. "Nothing but the best."
"I'll just have a taste," Helen said, gulping at the silver nozzle. The
warm liquid seemed to heal the raw terror inside her and she took more.
"Drink it all if you want. We can go more!" She did, gulping several
swallows of the warm bourbon which did not burn, but slid smoothly down
her throat. "Isn't that better now?" Roger took her by the arm and led the
young blonde wife toward the bed. "Come sit down," he said, seeing that
Helen was nervously coming along with him. "There, don't be upset. We're
just here to help science!" His fingers were moving, caressing her arm as
he helped her across the room. At first Helen felt her flesh crawl at this
strange young man's touch as she again searched her brain for words that
might get them to release her from the room. Was she really a prisoner, or
was she just imagining the worst? She couldn't tell. Fantasy had played
such a large part in the 35-year-old blonde's life, that now she did not
know whether she could trust her own instincts. But then a repulsively
shocking thing occurred, a strange, indescribable phenomenon sent a
million pin pricks of erotically tingling sensation throughout her being.
At the same time, she reached the bed, and feeling dizzy, sat down upon
it. Instantly, Hank moved forward and touched her warmly quivering breast
with his hands, caressing its firm fullness. Helen's eyes felt heavy and
the tingling made her grab at her own breasts, as much to push the boy's
hands away as to touch herself.
"Oh?" she moaned. She felt so funny. Just like she had when she saw Andre
worshipping the secret flesh up between her legs. "That fuck-juice sure
works. She looks half-looped already'" "Well, the prof said it would work
if we ever needed it!" "Yeah, she might never have come around otherwise,
even if she is wearing "fuck-me" shoes!"
"What? What?" Helen could hear their voices coming from what seemed like a
great distance. She stared, wide-eyed, trying to see them all better, but
something like a haze of smoke covered her eyes. She was filled with a
sense of alarm and erotic excitement that caused her vaginal lips to swell
and begin throbbing in expectation. They had given her something,
something that was changing her consciousness, and there was nothing she
could do about it. Nothing at all! All the while the sensations, at first
diffuse and unsettling, and then growing more and more precise, filled
her, swirled up and down her spine, and throughout her weakened nervous
system.
"Oh dear, dear God, Let me go all of you, let me go, I'm a married woman!"
"Don't be scared. Bet this will make your husband hot for you tonight. The
effects linger, I'm told!" Roger was moving closer. They were all moving
closer as the drugged young wife stared at them open-mouthed,
disbelieving, a furry sensation taking hold of her tongue making it thick
and unwieldy as she tried to speak. Then they were all undoing their
belts, letting down their pants, taking off underwear. Her glazed eyes
took in the lewd sight of their virilely throbbing penises of varying
sizes, standing out straight and hard, seemingly pointing at her
accusingly.
"Oh no. No no!" she gasped.
"Shall we help you with your clothes?" Roger asked politely. Helen was
gazing at the thick hardness of his long uncircumcised cock. She tried to
speak but she couldn't. The blonde captive's words gathered in her throat
and then stuck there. She was helpless! They were beginning to take her
clothes off! "I get to fuck her first!" Hank annaunced. "Says who?" Ben
spat out. "Christ get a look at them boobs! Little by little all of her
clothes were going. Soon she would be naked in the room with the three
college boys. Helen tried to stand up, vague thoughts of fleeing still
circling round in her brain, even though she knew it was impossible. But
the boys just moved along with her, and her standing, helped them to get
her panties and stockings off, while they began to caress her nakedly
trembling breasts, buttocks, and loins. Then they pushed her back down,
and Helen found herself staring up at the ceiling. Oh Christ, they were
all looking at her, going to do to her what they wanted, what she, Lord
help her, wanted them to do! "Wow! Now that's a real woman!" Ben said,
whistling through his teeth. His lustfully throbbing penis lurched
impatiently. "Damned straight!" Hank agreed. "Dig that sweet little pussy.
Old peter boy here can't wait to get into that!" "Wait until I attach the
instruments," Roger declared. At that point Helen felt the horrid
sensations of electrodes being attached to her skin. Not knowing what they
were added to her fear and discomfort. Alarmed at what was happening, the
terrified young blonde squealed and tried to twist away, but the three
college students held her firmly until all the instruments were in place.
Now her every reaction would be recorded for posterity according to Dr.
Randolph. Then they were bending over her, grinning lewdly down at her
forced wide, nakedly spreadeagled loins. As she cringed inward, squeezing
her eyes tightly shut, Helen felt the young man begin a slow lascivious
stroking around her thighs, concentrating on the sensitive inner parts,
moving steadily, rotating their fingers in small circles against her
trembling flesh. Helen jerked but it only served to cause the college boys
to exclaim lewdly at the jiggling of her large quivering breasts.
"Shit! Let me get my mouth on them babies!" Hank cried, at which point he
kneeled up beside the nakedly struggling housewife on the bed and, leaning
over, took one large thick nipple in his mouth while caressing the other
with the thumb and forefinger of his hands. Helen felt a wave of nausea
overtaking her along with her disbelief that this could really be
happening to her. It felt as if she were going out of her mind, what with
all the new chemical changes that were being made in her mind and body,
adding to her already disturbed state, her precarious balance. She
couldn't bear the thought of them touching her defenselessly naked body.
Yet their fingers were moving on her, Hank's hungry mouth was wet, his
teeth hard upon her tightly contracted nipples. Slowly hut surely someone
was moving upward to tantalize the tender parts of her wide-spread vagina.
It was Roger, teasing his middle finger lewdly around the fevered lips of
the older wombats wetly throbbing cunt. Then he was letting it work upward
along the narrow hair-lined passage until it reached her erect little
clitoris. There Helen felt the hardened nerve bud jerk to involuntary
attention. Why would anyone do this to her? Oh God! She felt as if she
would die from the carnally tantalizing caresses if they continued, and at
the same time felt as though she would die if they ever stopped. A
struggle was taking place within her over which she had little control it
seemed. Roger concentrated down there at the very center of the
35-year-old blonde's titillated nerve endings. Meanwhile, he called to Ben
who was standing nearby. "What's the matter? Waiting for a written
invitation?"
"Get to work!"
Oh God, what next? Helen wondered. How could she ever again have any kind
of normal life after this? She groaned loudly as the lewdly searching
finger continued to tease at her wildly vibrating clitoris and Hank's
wetly heated mouth sucked upon her breasts with slow torturous motions.
Ben was laughing nearby, as her thighs began trembling uncontrollably and
her clitoris got stiff like a little cock.
"Oh please, ooh please! I ... I can't stand it! Oh I beg of you!"
It was at that point that Helen felt her mouth being plugged up, and she
recognized the fact that Ben---without warning---had filled her open mouth
with the in-thrusting pole of his lustfully throbbing penis.
"MMMMnnnnngh!" Her naked breasts, her throbbing cunt, her cock-filled
mouth were all on fire! "Oooooh oooooooh!" she moaned over and over. The
three college boys worked increasingly harder at their lewd task, their
fingers and mouths enjoying her secret, most private parts. Roger's
fingers slid within the ever moistening crevice of the captive wife's
helplessly widespread pussy and every now and then he would brush against
the thin curls of pussy hair on the outer surface, marveling at how fine
they were and exclaiming aloud over their deep golden color. The three
college students spoke freely to each other about her, while she struggled
to breathe with the long hot shaft of Ben's cock sliding in and out of her
ravished mouth. It seemed as though it had been going on forever and ever,
and worse than the acute humiliation she felt was the rising desire, the
overwhelming need for their obscene touches!
The indignity of their actions was unbelievable! Yet, in spite of Helen's
horror at what was happening, in spite of the fact that she felt
completely deranged in some final, inalterable manner, the young blonde
wife felt the surging changes in her body, rising like fish to the bait.
Bit by bit, she began to respond, to writhe wantonly beneath their lewd
manipulations. With uncontrolled desperation, the scientist's wife felt
immense waves of evil desire streaking through her naked body. Her lewd
torture was worse than anything she could ever have imagined, and small
droplets of perspiration covered the downy surfaces of her silken flesh as
the cover of the bed beneath her grew damp and rumpled.
Ben was looking down at her, an odd expression of longing on his youthful
face. Her mouth around his cock felt soft as a cloud, wet and deep as he
pushed slowly, torturously inward! Hank sucked voraciously at the large
mounds of her breasts, burying his face blissfully in the big pillows of
flesh, the satiny surfaces that took him back to his childhood when his
mother would nurse him until he was almost three years old. Helen moaned
and, ashamed of what she was feeling, opened her mouth a bit wider to
accept the college boy's warmly pulsating cock. With a grown, she spread
her long legs a bit wider to accommodate the plunging fingers that brought
such insane delight to her loins. Yes, all control was slipping away, and
what was worse, she was glad, glad, glad! Her love-starved body was
betraying her, but so what! They had given her something, some terrific
drug that made her no longer responsible for her actions. She couldn't
possibly even feel guilty about it anymore. Why not just let herself go!
This sensuous body of hers, still young, still beautiful, had a will of
its own, and she was going to let it enjoy itself for a change. Oh God, it
was about time! Helplessly excited, the frustrated wife groaned in
submission and lewdly submitted to the teasings of the three men. How
hungry her rapidly heaving breasts were for sucking. Helen pushed her
chest upwards, nudging her insanely tingling mounds of flesh into the
young man's face, lewdly longing for more, more of everything. Her
desire-tautened belly trembled and quivered as her thighs flexed and
unflexed, straining for more, waiting and hoping for the penetration of
her now hungrily pulsating cunt. "Well, well, well! She's coming around
really nicely," Roger mumbled.
"She sure wants it bad!" Ben said. "Shall I cream in her mouth?"
"Do what you like!" Roger snapped back. I'm gonna fuck her between these
tits!" "Let's get it together you guys!" Roger said. Once more, as a
Rhodes scholar he was going to have to show the way, organize the thing so
it worked smoothly.
"You want us to fuck you, sweetie?" he asked pleasantly. Helen's mouth was
full, but she was able to nod furiously and to gyrate her loins lewdly
enough so that it was clear that the answer was "yes".
"You want us all at once, or one at a time?" Hank said, lifting his
hungrily sucking mouth up for the first time from the wondrously soft yet
firm mounds of Helen's trembling breasts. "Mnnnnmmmmghhffh!" Helen
replied.
"For chrrissakes, Ben, would you let her breathe! Get your dong out of her
mouth for a minute!"
Insulted, Ben none-the-less, withdrew his saliva-coated, wildly throbbing
cock from the depths of Helen's mouth long enough for her to breathe
normally and to speak. "Oh, anything, anything. Just don't leave me like
this. It's cruel. Oh I need, I need ..."
Roger spoke up. "Okay, guys, lets give it to her all at once. Well shit,
don't sit there looking at me like that. Don't you assholes think it can
be done? Sure it can. I've seen lots of d o documentation proving it can
be done. Obscenely, Roger caressed his own thick burgeoning cock as he
spoke and Helen writhed, moaning softly on the bed, waiting for their
decision with growing impatience.
"You Hank lie down!"
Hank lay down beside Helen on the bed.
"Now, you, Ben help me get her on top of Hank. No, you ass, not like that,
face up!"
"Backwards?" Hank said.
"You complaining? Feel that sweet wonderful ass on your cock, man!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Hank could feel the twin loaves of Helen's warmly quivering
ass-cheeks on his trembling loins as she was placed over him.
Helen writhed in a wanton eagerness upon him, almost slipping off until
Hank clasped her around the waist and held her. Then he was forcing his
thickly protruding cock head within the deep split of her quivering
buttocks, so that each time she moved ever so slightly, he felt a lewdly
stimulating massage of his penis. "Oh God, hurry, hurry!" Helen gasped
out. Don't make me wait like this!" Devils were dancing within her nakedly
exposed loins, devils that would go on dancing until they were satiated.
Frantically the aroused housewife reached up for someone. It was Roger.
She tried to pull him over her, to get him inside her. She needed but one
thing now, this young boy's long hard penis. Roger fell upon her, grinning
lewdly down into her face while his body weight smashed her onto the boy
beneath her. Hank's thickly pulsing cock was a living hardness in the
split of her ass-cheeks. If only, if only! Hungrily, Helen tried to kiss
and lick Roger's approaching face while she ground her buttocks back and
spread her legs to encompass Roger's slender hips. "Hey, what about me?"
Ben asked, stridently. "Stick it back in her mouth for the time being!"
Roger said, "that's the only hole we're gonna have left!" Responding as if
by automation, Helen opened her lips wide. Then the downward thrusting
cock was ramming from the side, sliding deep into her wetly availed mouth
as Ben knelt down beside the lustful trio. Furiously, Helen sucked at the
lust-thickened shaft, her body caught up in an insane vortex of raw naked
lust. And now the entire lower portion of the drugged young wife's body
had come squirmingly alive. Roger himself had grown so excited by his own
talented tableau that he could hardly wait to begin the real action. He
could see the beautiful blonde wildly sucking on Ben's big cock, while she
writhed lewdly back and up and down against him and his buddy, Hank
beneath her. Hank's hands had snaked around and up from her waist and were
now holding on tight to the big fleshy swellings of her breasts so that
she would not roll off of him.
Helen's head bobbed lewdly as she worked her hungry mouth at the thick
pulsing cock, sucking hard, feeling the erotic tingling of her lips, the
hot rubbery head entering her mouth! Her breasts quivered beneath the
rough hands, and her vagina throbbed wetly between her legs, palpitating
openly in a blind search for Roger's rigid shaft to fill the aching void
in her cunt. But Roger let his sensitive cock-head linger at the quivering
entrance of Helen's yearning pussy. He placed his hands beneath her hips,
clutching at her smoothly rounded buttocks, spreading them without
ceremony and talking to Hank. "Can you find her asshole?" "Sure thing! If
it takes me all night, I'll find it!" "Well, I ain't got all night!" Roger
replied, "so get it in fast!"
"Nnugh!"
"Mmmmmmghhhh!"
"OOoommmmm!" Aghhhh ... too ... big ... aagghhh." Her mumbled protests
were silenced as Ben rammed his lust-thickened cock further down her
throat.
* *
The combined grunts and groans and moaning filled the room, and all were
recorded on the professor's machines. Inside the control room, Adam slept
on his control panel, oblivious to the blinking lights, that signified
that his electrodes and instruments were in perfect working order. He was
in the middle of a dream, a nightmare rather about Helen. In it, he was
losing her. Every time he tried to get close to her she seemed to
dissolve, to melt into thin air. Then she would reappear again not far
away, and he would run, slowly, torturously, not able to make any
head-way, trying to reach her before it was too late. "Stop, Helen," he
cried. "Stop, darling, before it's too late!"
Adam dreamed on, while in the next room his experiment was being enacted,
his young assistants having set it up perfectly for his purposes. But none
of them knew that the rutting blonde whose reactions were being tested was
none other than the professor's own wife, Helen.
* *
Roger's hand moved within the sweat-dampened crack of Helen's spread
buttocks. Lewdly, he inserted his outstretched middle finger into her
tightly puckering anus, muttering to Hank that he'd found it for him. "Get
it in there," he said, his voice strangled and strained from the great
desire he felt. Roger felt the chunky knob of Hank's hotly throbbing penis
slid forward. He grabbed it and fit it snugly into the entrance-way to the
blonde woman's anal passage, and then he, himself, moved down so that the
long swollen hardness of his throbbing flesh could part the thins strands
of hair and enter Helen's desire tormented pussy. Roger clasped the wildly
thrashing Helen around the waist while Hank clung to her breasts and Ben
continued his slow fucking into her mouth. With a flick of his lean hips,
Roger forced the blood-filled head of his penis inside the feverishly
quivering lips of Helen's vagina, thickly expanding the tight but moist
flesh at the same moment that Hank's eagerly upthrusting penis sought
entry into her defensively puckering back passage from below.
Helen threw her head back insanely, momentarily abandoning the slippery
cock in her mouth to cry out in a weird exaltation of pain and pleasure.
"MMMmooohhh ... Aaaaahhhh-ah-ah -ah!"
All around her was youthfully muscular flesh, while inside her she was
being filled to the bursting point, mercifully rubbed and tickled, as the
hard male cocks frictioned against all of her nerve-lined openings. Her
anal and her cuntal channels gratefully accepted the two invading rods of
hardness, wanting them, squeezing them, jiggling up and down so that they
would fit all the more snugly and firmly inside!
"Give it to me, give it all to me. Beautiful ... beautiful ... aaahhhhhh!"
she muttered over and over softly, gurgling around the hot pulsing
hardness of Ben's lust-swollen member in her mouth.
And then she was pressed, they were slamming into her, the one upward, the
other downward, and she was sandwiched between the two college boys so
firmly that it felt as though they would never come unstuck again! It was
without a doubt the most intensely exciting thing that Helen had ever felt
in her life. With a thud of naked flesh meeting flesh, the two hardened
cocks rose high within her belly, each to its furthest point. Abruptly,
with no warning whatsoever, she could feel herself cumming, yes, cumming
already from the mere idea of what was being done to her! The two youths
held her firmly between them, neither one moving yet really, while she
began to cum wildly, wriggling and gyrating against their fully inserted
cocks, slipping and sliding against their naked male bodies ... and
moaning a lewd song of rapture. It was true Helen had never known anything
remotely like this incredible dual ravishment. Her orgasm reverberated
dually within her filled passages filling her with a sensation akin to
having fireworks set off under her skin, deep, deep in her belly, in her
raging hot cunt and her erotically straining rectum. And then they were
fucking into her, each one getting the rhythm from the other. Roger
tight-lipped and tense, fucking with long smooth thrusts that reached the
very tip of her womb on each in-stroke. Hank was ramming upward from
below, screwing and worming his long thick penis into the tightly
clenching warmth of her rectum, laughing out loud as he felt her
involuntary muscular spasms on his outrageously hard flesh.
And Helen was cumming all this times They continued to fuck into her
orgasm, changing it, channeling it, starting it up again and again when it
seemed as though the peak of pleasure would abate. The debasement and
subjugation, the pure feeling of muscular young bodies against hers,
combined to create new delight as her loins gyrated in an abandoned
harmony with the increasing power of the three cocks that fucked so
relentlessly in and out. OOoooooh fuck me, fuck me like this. Fuck me this
way forever, she thought wildly. Oooo never stop fucking meeeee! The
nakedly impaled body of the beautiful blonde wife undulated amidst the
moving hands and fingers that caressed her vibrant flesh. She opened her
eyes and saw the two handsome students over her. She was in a blurred
ecstasy. Now her earlier orgasms began to fade and in the lull she thought
it might be over, but now, now she was climbing, climbing again toward an
even greater height of camel pleasure. All the time Helen's brain reeled
with pleasure and she rotated her backward thrusting asscheeks faster and
faster, against Hank's penis in her rectum, using her deeper belly muscles
to squeeze and suck upon the hotly pulsing cock in her vagina with more
intensity, and sucked with an unbelievably lewd hunger on the bloated male
instrument that slid in and out of her mouth.
"Oh shit!" Roger said. "Oh what a fuck!" "You should be in her ass, man!"
Hank grunted out. "Oh god, I'm creaming in her mouth right now!" Ben
jerked backward, his spasmodically jerking cock lunging upward against the
roof of Helen's mouth, forcing the drugged blonde to lift her head inches
from the bed to take it all. Then he lunged forward, plunging the long
shaft downward into her open throat, almost strangling her with the force
of it until the streaming spurts of cum began to jet outward. Only then
did he pull back ever so slightly. A shudder of wanton delight surged
through Helen's raw, nerve-tingling body at the obscenity of the floods of
white hot semen that filled her mouth and dribbled across her chin. She
swallowed as best she could while her breasts heaved and quivered up
against Roger's chest, their hardened nipples being tantalized by his mat
of hair. Helen fucked insanely, as though she were possessed by demons
until at last she felt another climax coming over her like a tidal wave of
searing elation, soaring through her madly aroused body. As the tender
lips of her open-splayed pussy worked and sucked upon Roger's madly
jerking penis, the boy above her became suddenly stiffer and then a hard
stream of sperm splashed against her womb. Helen's breath rasped in short
frenzied gasps as she felt the lightning-like sensations within her of a
magnificent orgasm that mated with his. The young boy's body jerked and
trembled over her, wriggling and pressing as he came in a never-ending
stream of heated sperm. Roger arched backward, thrusting upward into
Helen's streaming cunt with all his might, grunting from the effort that
brought a wild ejaculating pleasure to his loins.
Ben's deflating penis slipped reluctantly from her mouth. "OH GOD!
CUmmmmmmmmm cummmmmm with me! Both of you!" Helen gasped as the cocks
within her spewed for their jets of whine lightning, spurting hotly far up
inside her convulsing channel and against her quivering womb.
"Shit, lady! Ass-fucking is where it's at!" Hank stammered out as he
bucked upward, pumping his loins up against the soft cheeks of Helen's
madly rotating buttocks. His thick shaft continued to explode, sending his
liquid lust pouring upward into the far depths of her bowels.
"Oh yes, yes! This is where it's at!" Helen replied, knowing that it was
all what she wanted, drug or no drug. This was what she truly wanted in
life! And what she was going to have in the future.
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