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Santa Ana Erotic Story
Six diverse people participate in Project Utopia, an experiment in living in total isolation. After having met the first items on the list of basic human needs-food, shelter, security-the guinea pigs start on the next item-SEX! Another frog story.
Guinea Pigs in Paradise (voy, mast, MF, MFF)
(C) Copyright 2002 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental.
*****
"Oh, yes, baby, yes! That's it!" moaned the thick-lipped blond woman. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Nils watched his magnificent cock plunging in and out of puffy red labia belonging to the woman that lay across the brightly-lit billiard table in front of him. It was almost time for him to cum. His mind always seemed to wander about now.
"Oh, baby...yes, yes, give it to me, baby...ahhh, ahhhhhh," cried the blond. A grimace seemed permanently etched on her face.
Nils increased the speed and force of his muscular, naked hips. His moist dick furiously penetrated the cleanly shaved pussy beneath him.
"Funny," thought Nils, "her boobs barely move when I stroke it into her. Must have a load of silicone in those!"
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard," the blond yelled. "Oh, yes, yes, yeeeeees..."
Nils felt the familiar tension of his climax building within him. "Not yet," he thought. He allowed his mind to wander. "You have come a long way from that farm in Minnesota, Nils," he mused to himself. "You and it--your amazing cock. Well, now it is time to put that thing away and move on."
Nils Olson's tiny hometown with its deep Swedish roots indeed was far away. Tall, blond, athletic Nils had been the darling of that community. People said he had it all--good looks, charm, athletic ability. They said that he would make it big. But, Nils also had one large cross to bear--his abnormally large penis. That penis brought Nils considerable attention and ample trouble during his high school days. The attention only increased when he moved to Santa Ana to seek his fortune in the movie industry.
"Yes, oh baby, I'm gonna cum." The blond writhed beneath him. She grasped the pool table's side rails and flailed her long, stringy hair about. "Give me that big cock...yes, yeeeeeeees..."
"My package, they called it," reflected Nils. "They all want to see my package. My famous package. My gift. My union card."
A single drop of sweat dripped off the end of Nils' nose. It seemed to fall downward in slow motion. Nils watched it splatter on the blonde's taut, tanned stomach. A small rivulet made its way past a gold ring and into her navel. Nils watched the droplet in rapt fascination.
A whisper brought him out of his trance. "Whenever your ready, Tommy," rasped a male voice from nearby.
Nils increased his pace and his concentration. The familiar fullness swelled deep within his balls. He had done this so often that he could almost sense the precise amount of jism that was about to spurt from his cock. The whir of numerous auto-advance cameras began to buzz in his ears.
"Yes, baby...Ooooooh, yeeeeees! I want your cum, baby!" The blond seemed to be nearing ecstasy. Her moans grew louder and louder.
At the last possible moment, Nils withdrew from the blonde's well-worn cunt and blasted cum all the way from her crotch to her neck. She grasped his cock with fingers tipped by impossibly long, red fingernails and expertly milked the last drops of cum from him. With a single fingertip, she brought a large glob of his semen to her lips.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. Again cameras whined and whirred.
"Cut," shouted the voice. "That's a wrap. Thanks everyone."
Suddenly the blond was gone.
"Anyone interested in going out for Chinese," she said as she walked naked across the cheap movie set. "I'm starving."
Nils stood immobile leaning against the pool table and staring down at his glistening penis. Sweat poured from his forehead and dripped off his nose and chin.
"No more," he thought. "No more fucking on cue. No more films with cheesy titles starring the famous 'Tommy Tool.' God, how I hate that name! Famous porn star, Tommy Tool, and his alter ego, Nils Olson, are about to disappear from sight...as is this cock."
Nils gave his long dick as shake. One last drop of cum splattered on the green felt. Nils broke into a smile.
"Adios," he said aloud.
*****
Outside, a train rumbled its way to the suburbs causing the entire wall of Jefferson Kennedy "Spider" Dampeer's tiny apartment to shake in sympathetic vibration. Jefferson carefully packed his precious guitar in its travel-worn case. The case's faux fur fabric smelled like stale cigarettes and very old beer. Actually, everything Jefferson owned smelled like that. He had spent most of his fifty years playing in clubs and bars that shared the same fetidness.
"They said you could bring only three suitcases of personal belongings, Spider, my man," Jefferson Dampeer said to himself. "But, everything you own fits in one!" He laughed aloud.
Jazz music--Spider Dampeer lived and breathed it. Players, like Charlie Christian and Herb Ellis, were his heroes. He, like so many others in the city, played to live and lived to play. As a result, the paychecks were few and small and the odd jobs were many and difficult.
Jefferson had acquired the nickname, "Spider," because of his wiry physique and his long, thin, black fingers that seemed to crawl effortlessly over the neck of his guitar when he played. And, play he did. His music was his only joy in life. The sadnesses, on the other hand, were all too numerous.
The windows and walls rattled as another elevated train rumbled its way past his flat. On impulse, Spider carefully opened a well-worn letter and reread it once more just to be sure he had not imagined its contents.
"CONGRATULATIONS. Your application to participate in the UTOPIA PROJECT has been accepted. We appreciate your willingness to participate in this yearlong human experiment in living within a self-contained environment. The findings of this study will enable us to prepare for future scientific endeavors, including long-term habitation of outer space or other planets. You have been selected because of your unique personality traits and broad skills. The bank account containing the salary that you will enjoy at year's end already has been set up and your money is drawing interest. We look forward to your arrival at Lennox Laboratories, the site of the Utopia Project, on Monday, September 1."
Spider carefully folded the letter, placed it among the sundry contracts and legal documents that had accompanied it, and tucked them all in his guitar case.
"Not bad for an old, worn out, black jazz musician who grew up in the projects," he thought. "One short year of hanging out, then I'll have enough money to start thinking about retirement...from working, that is."
Spider's face broke into a wide smile as he stared out the window at the familiar cityscape of skyscrapers and lights.
*****
Deb Jones dumped another load of frozen chicken tenders into hot oil. She had received a letter just like Spider Dampeer's. A newspaper advertisement that promised a year of living in what sounded like the Garden of Eden had grabbed her attention, as did the very high salary for being the subject of a "psychological study." She was troubled by the notion that scientists would observe her "behavior," but on a whim, she had applied anyway. She had almost forgotten about the application when the letter from Lennox Laboratories, her ticket out of the short-order cook business, appeared in her mailbox. Since then, she had quietly prepared for this adventure and tomorrow she was scheduled to depart. But, tonight the hot fryer required one last piece of her.
Deb stared out the grime-covered window above the fryer, watching the traffic pass by. Everyone had places to go. Well, she was going to go somewhere too. She brushed a damp tendril of hair off her face as the steam rose from the roaster oven.
"If I never see another french fry in my life, I'll die happy," she thought. Moving from one task to another was automatic and she tossed another of endless handfuls of fries into the basket and put them down to cook.
She checked the clock. Three more hours and she would be leaving this place for good. The oldies piped through the speakers boasting fun in the sun only reminded her of the heat and the sweat that was running down between her breasts. She plucked at the sticky fabric and blew a little breeze into her cleavage. Moving around the kitchen she let her mind wander again. All of the arrangements had been made. What she was going to miss most about leaving this job were the people.
Unexpectedly, Marshall's image passed into her thoughts. She saw his broad shoulders and the well-muscled arms that had held her tight. His eyes wrinkled at the edges when he smiled, which he did often. She swallowed hard and blinked back the threatening tears. She was not going to cry again.
"You're going out with us tonight, right Deb?"
Deb looked over her shoulder at Cindie. The girl looked perfect, not a hair out of place. Her baby blue eyes were so clear they actually twinkled. She was the perfect, perky Barbie, always happy and without a care in the world. Deb felt like she was the complete opposite.
"Oh, I'm not too sure," she edged.
Cindie pouted, her bright red lips pursing. "Come on. Please? You have to. It's your last day here."
Deb rolled her eyes, knowing Cindie, for all her fluff, was not a pushover. Finally, Deb conceded. "Alright, but only for a little while. I have to go home and shower first."
Cindie jumped up and down, her ponytail bouncing in the air behind her. "Oh, goody. We'll meet you at The Bar. I've got something special planned."
"No, Cindie! I'm not going out so that you can set me up with yet another one of your friends. You know how the last one turned out." She turned, added the chicken to the basket next to the fries and placed it in the pick-up window.
"Okay, okay, no set-up," Cindie held up her hands. She answered and turned quickly to deliver the order.
That answer was a little too quick, Deb thought. Something's up and I don't like it. She checked the clock again. Two hours and fifty-three minutes to go.
*****
In secluded woods away from the city's hustle bustle, Dr. Hiram Rosen sat staring at the television screens, dials, and fixtures in the Lennox Laboratory control room. Ten years of fund raising and building had preceded this night. Hiram knew that he would not be able to sleep at all. Too much adrenaline coursed through his veins. He absentmindedly moved the camera controls and scanned around the interior of his baby--Utopia, a completely self-contained environment. Everything was in place, except for one ingredient--the people.
*****
The usual Sunday night crowd was settling in at The Bar. Cindie and Deb sat across from each other in their regular booth. Across the room, Marshall waited for the bartender to top off a pitcher of dark beer.
"I do believe that man over there is trying to look up my little ole skirt," whispered Cindie. "Do you think I should make his night, you know, give a little flash?"
"God, you are naughty, Cindie Vitek! You'll give that old fart a heart attack." Deb laughed as she tried to focus on the man in question by using the mirror on the far wall.
Cindie's giggled and glanced down at her short black skirt. This skirt got her double the tips of the other waitresses at the cafe. She felt a familiar twinge between her legs. The thought of someone looking always got her excited. She allowed her legs to move apart for a moment and then feigned modesty with a tug on the hem of her skirt. Instantly the man's eyes focussed on her knees. Without warning, Cindie spread her legs completely apart as she slid over in the booth. Deb watched the man's eyes bulge. His mouth dropped open, and--he dropped his cigarette into his lap. Bright sparks flew everywhere.
"Gotcha!" smiled Cindie. There was a moment of silence, and then she and Deb burst into gales of laughter.
Through her tears, Deb choked, "He must have really liked seeing your panties, Cindie dear!"
"What panties?" whispered Cindie with sly grin.
It was Deb's turn to have her jaw drop in disbelief. Before she could utter a word, Marshall arrived with the beer. He snuggled into the booth beside Deb, hand landing gently on her thigh. Normally, she would have moved or done something about that unwelcome touch, but tonight was different. Tonight she needed some reassurance and strength...and someone to touch her...someone to hold her.
"I told you I had something special planned tonight," Cindie announced holding her beer glass aloft, "but first a toast to my friend, Deb, who is about do the weirdest fucking thing I ever heard of. Here's to the guinea pig. May you have a great year in Utopia whatever that really is."
Marshall chimed in. "It's hard for me to drink to that, but...well, ok...here, here." He had been noticeably quiet tonight. No more than two sentences had emerged from him since he walked in the place.
Cindie wiped the foam from her upper lip, giggled, and continued, "Well, when I first saw those brochures that Deb was reading...she read them everyday for weeks, you know...and I found out that she was serious about applying...to become someone's science fair project, no less...that's what she'll be, you know...a fucking experiment...well, I got worried about her. So, I checked on this Lennox Lab place and did a little homework. I found out that this Utopia Project sounded pretty damn good, so," she raised her glass again, "since Deb and I have been partners in the...ah... food service industry for almost three years now...right, Deb...great partners..."
Deb nodded. She wrinkled her forehead and stared at Cindie. Despite what Cindie had promised, she had expected Cindie to introduce her to yet another "friend," guys that had several things in common. They always were younger than Deb was. They always were chauvinists who called her "Babe," or "Sugar," or the worst one, the "Little Woman." They all expected at least a blowjob for an evening's company. And, they all were losers. When Marshall showed up by surprise tonight, however, Deb was confused.
"What is perky Cindie up to?" she wondered.
Cindie continued, "Well, the Utopia job sounded so good to me that...." Cindie reached in her purse and produced a letter just like Deb's. "That I applied myself! And, it looks like I'll be going in with you! Lab rats together!"
Deb sat speechless. She could not decide whether this was good or bad. She forced a weak smile. Listening to Cindie for an entire year might get very old.
*****
Later that night Deb let Marshall make love to her. Their love life had been an on-again, off-again affair for a couple of years. Deb cried one last time when Marshall came inside her. He was strong, caring, and gentle, but not exciting. And, as usual there was no orgasm for Deb. She couldn't remember her last one. But, he held her tenderly--she needed that--and told her for the first time that he loved her.
"Now he says it," thought Deb. "Now, when I'm leaving, the SOB finally says it. Damn, damn, damn. Too late now, you big ox."
Marshall cupped Deb's ample breast in his hand and gently touched her nipple. "When you are done with this craziness, I'll be waiting for you," he said. For the first time that evening, the little twinkle returned to his eye. And, a tear returned to Deb's.
"I'd like that," whispered Deb.
*****
Bart Baird was the first to present his ID bracelet to the attractive woman at the heavy stainless steel door that led into Utopia. The woman in a white lab coat consulted her clipboard.
"Thank you Mr. Baird. Bart Baird, age 35, mechanic, farmer..." she mumbled to herself as she scribbled some notes.
Bart walked out onto the third floor deck at one end of what seemed to be a giant terrarium.
"Oooeee," he whistled. "This cost 'em some bucks."
Stretching out in front of him was a wonderland of tangled tropical plants, pathways, little creeks, and even a forest of tall trees. Birds flitted from the treetops up to the highest reaches of the structure, a giant mosaic of triangular glass windows. Each window had a shade that could be opened or closed to control the amount of sunlight and heat allowed into the enormous space. To his left was the origin of a beautiful waterfall that seemed to flow directly from a concrete ledge. Its clear, blue waters tumbled three stories down to a glistening pool below. From this spot he could see gardens growing, winding trails that disappeared here and there in the tall foliage, and in the far distance another set of concrete and steel platforms and balconies that formed the far end of the complex.
Spider Dampeer took his place beside Bart and leaned against the railing. "Mercy," he said. "What's a city boy like me doing in a place like this?"
"I don't know," replied Bart, "but, whatever it is, we're gonna be doing it for a long time. Name's Bart. Pleased to meet you."
Spider extended his hand. "Jefferson, call me 'Spider.' Do I remember from the orientation that you are our 'fix-it' man?"
"I guess so," said Bart with a shrug. "And, you are our...?"
"I don't really know...token black man, maybe." Spider laughed heartily. "Test tube guitar player, maybe? I've had lots of jobs too."
Another figure emerged from the entranceway and took her place a few yards down the railing.
"They said her name is Liz, I believe," whispered Bart. "Extraordinary ass."
"A sweet young thing too," mused Spider. "I would be remiss if I didn't note the magnificent rack on that tiny child. Mmm, Mmm. Locked up in here with her...for a year. The imagination boggles."
Liz Newman heard every word. Actually she didn't hear the words. She saw them. Liz had grown up with severe hearing problems, now solved to an extent by a couple of high tech hearing aids. But, as a child she had learned to read lips, even without staring directly at the speaker. She also was extremely shy and remarkably beautiful.
Liz blushed as she read the two men's lips. "Ass holes," she thought. "Even in here, I can't seem to get away from dirty old men." She turned her attention to the spectacle before her. "But, what a gorgeous place this is. I could just stand here and look for the whole year."
Liz sensed someone behind her and, by habit, turned to look.
"You're Liz, right? I'm Cindie."
"Yes. Nice to meet you."
"You are a tiny, little thing, aren't you?" said Cindie looking Liz up and down. "No more than 90 pounds wringing wet, I'll bet...and very pretty...love your long dark hair...always thought I might do brunette some day." She shook her perfectly combed blond hair. It fell back into exactly the same place. "What do you think? Naaaaah. I guess I have to stay natural." Cindie winked.
Liz blushed again under Cindie's barrage of words. "Thank you. You are very attractive too, Cindie. The company outfit suits you. Mine is a little small, I think."
Cindie glanced down at the tight, white jump suit that she had been issued. She smoothed her hands from beneath her breasts to her waist. "I can tell that I am going to get tired of seeing this suit on me." Then she looked at Liz with sparkling blue eyes. The white material appeared to be painted on Liz's prodigious breasts. They seemed even bigger on her small petite frame. "I think you look really cute...and in that outfit, so will all the guys."
"I know...they already are staring," sighed Liz. Liz tried to be nonchalant, but her nipples betrayed her by becoming erect.
Just then a gold and brown butterfly landed on Liz's sleeve. "Oh, how beautiful!" Liz whispered. "I think I'll like this place a lot...in spite of the ogling."
"Honey, don't worry when they look. Worry when they stop looking," advised Cindie.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention. I am Dr. Hiram Rosen, director of the Utopia Project."
Six white-clad people turned toward the man in a lab coat.
"I hope you will like your new home. I believe that you already have received a packet of materials outlining your responsibilities. Basically, you will maintain your environment here. You will keep it in working order. You will be physically cut off from the outside world. No one will be allowed in or out. So, you will have to take care of yourselves. But, you won't be in complete isolation. Each of you will have e-mail and Internet access in your living quarters just as space travelers ultimately will have. Your main job is to interact with each other. We will observe you and will seek to learn how to ready space travelers for long periods of living together in small, contained spaces. And, how lovely this particular space is, don't you agree? Each of you has a small apartment...more like a conventional hotel suite on the second floors. Three of you will live on the north end, three on the south end. The common area for eating is on the ground floor of the north section; recreational areas and fitness rooms are in the south end. The top floors on both ends house electrical, heating, and cooling maintenance equipment...and, of course, these observation decks. You will have a great degree of control over that equipment, including the ability to make it rain periodically."
A murmur of amazement rose from the six participants.
"I know that you will be self-conscious about all the video cameras here and there at first. But, we think that, in time, you will cease to notice them. All of the instructions for operating the complex are in your instruction manuals. Any questions?"
"Are there cameras in our personal quarters, Doctor?" said Deb apprehensively.
"Yes," said Dr. Rosen quietly.
"Oh," muttered Deb with wide eyes.
Nils interrupted, "Our jobs...the ones listed in the manual...are pretty easy." He rubbed his newly created short, blond crew cut self-consciously as he spoke. The long blond tresses of Tommy Tool were a thing of the past. "Stuff like turning on the sprinklers...ah, the rain, sorry...cooking, picking veggies from the garden. Pretty minor work, it seems to me."
"We want you to have ample time for interaction," smiled the Doctor.
*****
The first several days of confinement were filled with settling in and a host of routine chores. Everyone quickly became accustomed to his or her assigned roles. Nils had been correct. The living was very easy. Deb found herself in the kitchen again, but this time, it was filled with gourmet items and equipment, plus a computer with literally thousands of interesting and fun recipes to try. When she needed fresh fruit, vegetables, or herbs, she simply asked Bart to bring some in from the garden.
Dinnertime was filled with conversation as everyone tried to get acquainted. One thing became clear. They all came from humble backgrounds and grew up learning a variety of practical skills. The common sense lessons learned on the farm, in the city, in the machine shop, or in the kitchen were valuable here in Utopia.
Cameras followed their every move.
After finishing a bite of lovely green salad, Deb broached that subject for the first time with the group. "It's the camera in my bedroom that bothers me the most," she said. "No telling who might be looking in there. I have to go in the bathroom to get dressed, for crying out loud." She hoped that the good Dr. Rosen was listening right now.
"You haven't spotted the one in the bathroom yet?" asked Nils. "It's over the mirror."
"No shit?" exclaimed Cindie. "Maybe we don't have them in the girl's apartments. Maybe those cameras are only for counting how many times you guys jerk off...per day."
"Yeah, yeah," sneered Nils.
Liz blushed and looked down at her plate.
"I wonder what kind of 'interaction' they expect to see in bathrooms," said Spider.
"Maybe that's where those voyeur photos come from that are all over the Internet," suggested Bart.
"Jeez, don't say that," screamed Deb, "or I'll have to hold it in for a year."
*****
"Why were these subjects chosen, Dr. Rosen?" A representative from the project's funding agency was touring the facility.
"Two reasons...they are ordinary citizens, just common people with a lot of common sense-type experience among them. We think that such should enable them to live comfortably. The other reason is that they all are trying to escape their own ordinary lives. We expect that the first groups of space settlers also will be people who are trying to run away from something on earth. That means that they all will bring extra personal psychological baggage with them. We want to know what problems that will cause. I think we have a fine set of subjects. You might note that they also are very diverse. They don't match up with each other at all. There are no logical couples because they are of vastly different ages, backgrounds, and interests. We are not sure how they will react to each other."
"What are your predictions, sir?"
"If they are like most human beings...once they have provided for the basic needs of shelter, food, and security...they will turn to the next entry on the human needs list...sex!"
*****
Until lately the only time that Spider Dampeer had seen a sunrise was on the way home from a longer than usual jam session. The alcohol and weed dimmed his memories of those few moments in the early morning. Since coming to Utopia, however, he had been going to bed early because there wasn't much else to do. His body clock had reacted in a brand new way for him. He had begun becoming fully awake well before daylight. "This is absolutely abnormal for a jazz musician," thought Spider. "I hope the doctor is noting this in his behavior book."
Spider strolled out into the lush forest just down the stairway outside his door. His coffee cup was filled with streaming brew and he carried his WalkMan for listening to a little Lester Young. The birds were just awakening to another beautiful, exactly 72 degrees Fahrenheit day. Actually it was more like 82 degrees over in the tropical section of the building. He still hadn't figured out how they did that. Spider had come to really enjoy these quiet morning strolls.
Spider was fiddling with his WalkMan when he heard someone humming on the other side of some undergrowth. He pushed through a thick set of bushes and found himself overlooking a small pool that linked with the larger one under the waterfall. Liz Newman stood at the water's edge.
Spider was about to speak to her when she suddenly started unzipping her jumpsuit. The front of her suit opened slowly and her ample cleavage appeared. Spider gasped at the sight. The soft material slid off of her fair shoulders and two dark nipples appeared on the ends of her upturned breasts. Spider's eyes grew wider as recognition of what she was doing dawned on him. He stepped back seeking to hide in the bushes. His foot found a fallen twig and it cracked like a rifle shot under his weight.
"I'm caught now, " thought Spider. "How am I gonna explain this one? Its gonna be pretty embarrassing."
Liz did not turn around. Spider sighed with relief when he realized that she had not heard the breaking stick. He snuggled further back into the foliage. He looked back at the figure in the blue pool. Plain white panties now unsuccessfully attempted to cover Liz's extraordinary body. "How could someone be so tiny, yet so well endowed," thought Spider.
Before Spider's prying eyes, Liz quickly removed her underwear and tossed the dainty garment in her nearby pile of clothes. Feeling new freedom, the nubile young woman stretched her arms high over her head, yawned vigorously, and slowly made her way into the pool. She cupped water in her hands and tossed it over her muscular back. A river of water plunged down her body and converged in the crack of her firm ass. Spider felt his cock begin to harden. She again splashed water on her fair skin as if she was trying to grow used to the cold water. Her diminutive body seemed even smaller in contrast to all the trees and vegetation surrounding her. Deep dimples in each cheek of her lovely ass winked at Spider as they slowly descended into the clear blue liquid.
Suddenly, Liz turned arms outstretched and fell backward. Birds overhead screeched in response to the splashing. She popped back up, not yet fully comfortable in the icy water, this time facing in Spider's direction. Her nipples immediately hardened into long protruding dark points perched on the ends of each full breast. Her aureoles were very dark against her fair skin. The even darker hair of her pubis was in sharp contrast to the milky whiteness of her skin. Liz splashed water on her face and threw back her long hair. With her tiny size, yet fully developed womanly features, she looked for the world like a porcelain doll that had been stripped of its clothes by a curious child. Spider watched in utter amazement. He began to stroke his cock through his clothing.
Liz made her way out of the water and found a large flat rock at the water's edge. The dense foliage shielded the rock in several directions, but it was in Spider's full view. Liz reclined on the rock and began to rub the wetness from her body. Her hands moved quickly over her magnificent breasts. She lay back enjoying the warmth of the rising sun on the rock. Spider watched as her hand crept down between her legs and found her waiting clitoris.
"Holy shit," thought Spider. "She frigging herself...right here in front of me."
Liz's hand moved quicker and quicker over the dark patch of pubic hair. Her other hand found the nipple of one breast. She tweaked and stretched it while her other fingers danced around her damp slit. Spider's hand, in turn, crept to his zipper and freed his now rock hard cock from confinement. He hadn't had a woman in a long time. The only live, naked, white women he had ever seen were dancers at some of the strip joints in which he had performed. Most of them were pretty ugly in his opinion. This one, however, was not. Spider leaned against a tree and began to pump his cock while he imagined replacing Liz's hand with his own tongue.
Liz turned on her side and her body began to tremble and shake. She was showing all the unmistakable signs of a shattering orgasm. Cum started to rise from within Spider's balls. He stroked faster and harder. He squelched a loud groan as his jism sprayed the leaves of the bushes in front of him. He slumped against the tree in satisfaction.
Just then Spider saw something move to his far left. Through the thick leaves he could barely see the person moving on the third floor balcony. It was Cindie. At that moment, she was zipping her jump suit over her voluptuous breasts. While Spider watched, Cindie adjusted her breasts, picked up a pair of binoculars off the railing, and walked toward the stairs.
"I do believe that there is more than one horny woman here," thought Spider. "Hope springs eternal...I might get laid yet this year...and by a white woman, no less!"
*****
There was a certain tension in the air as the six experimental subjects gathered for dinner that evening. Everyone could sense it. No one could quite explain it. Deb had fixed a lovely gourmet meal. With such a feast, the group had decided to splurge and serve a ration of their very limited wine supply--Utopia's only sanctioned source of alcohol. By supper's end, tensions were even more heightened and inhibitions were lowered. Deep inside everyone knew that something had to give.
Nils shoved back from the table and sighed, "Fantastic meal, Deb. My compliments to the chef." A chorus echoed his sentiment. "Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"I've always been the home body," replied Deb. "I was the first one in my neighborhood to have one of those little kid's ovens...you know, the ones that used a light bulb to bake stuff. Remember those? While my friends were off playing spin the bottle or something, I was helping my mother in the kitchen. It just came naturally."
"Spin the bottle! That brings back some old memories," said Bart. "Got my first kiss during a spin the bottle game. Ellen Chikowitz was her name. I still remember the way she smelled. Weird, I guess. But, for a horny young guy smells are important." Bart grinned from ear to ear.
"My first kiss happened during spin the bottle too!" laughed Cindie. She paused as if in fond reflection. "Hey, I have an idea. Let's return to those days of yesteryear and play some spin the bottle tonight." Groans came from around the room.
"Wait. Hear me out. We can spin that wine bottle...whomever it lands on has to tell us about a...shall we say...a sexual experience from their past...even better...whomever it points to has to answer a personal sexual question." Again the groans sounded, but there was less murmuring than before.
"Hey, we are supposed to interact, right?" said Cindie. "We're supposed to get to know each other, right? We are in here for a year so we might as well have a little fun."
"I don't think so..." started Liz.
Cindie quickly interrupted. "Come on, Liz, lighten up a little. Tomorrow night you can pick the game. I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting just a little bored here. Let's have some fun, naughty fun." Cindie's eyes flashed.
"What have we got to lose?" said Deb. "We ain't going anywhere, that's for sure."
"Ok, a person spins the bottle and asks the person it lands on to answer a question," said Bart. "Anyone who doesn't play gets written up by some graduate student watching us on television." Bart nodded toward to nearest camera.
"You white people do some silly stuff, but count old Spider in. I'll play." Spider picked up his guitar and quietly began to finger pick a gentle version of "Stella by Starlight."
Liz sat with a look of disgust on her face.
"I'll spin," said Nils giving the wine bottle a vigorous twist. The dark bottle whirled in place on the table. It pointed toward Deb. "So, Deb, how did you lose your virginity? Tell us the story."
Deb gasped. Cindie giggled, "See, this is going to be fun." Liz and Bart both rolled their eyes.
"Ok. In high school, I lost my virginity in the back seat of a red GTO with wonderful leather seats. They were soooo soft, those seats. Bart, you said that you remember that girl's aroma, well I remember how those seats smelled!" Deb smiled as she reflected. "Hector was his name and he was done in about three strokes, maybe two. Made a mess all over my new dress. I had to wash it at a friend's house so my Mom wouldn't find out. And, like most men, old Hector didn't care whether I got any satisfaction or not. Wham bam with no thank you, ma'am."
"She clearly needs a real man," said Bart with a wink toward Spider.
"Yeah, right," said Deb sarcastically. "Seeing none here...it's my spin." The bottle whirled about and stopped with its neck toward Nils.
"So, Nils, you aren't a virgin are you?" asked Deb.
Nils almost choked at the ridiculousness of the question. He couldn't count the number of women he had fucked under the bright glare of the movie set lights.
"I have had some experience," he said quietly.
"Do you bring all your women to an earth shattering orgasm?" said Deb with a sneer.
"I do ok, I guess." Nils replied. If these people only knew the real truth, he thought.
"Can we keep this a little more light-hearted, Deb?" interjected Cindie. "What we want is juicy revelations, ok? Nils, your story?"
"I lost my virginity to the Lutheran minister's wife in my hometown when I was barely out of junior high school," said Nils. "I was supposed to mow her yard, but I never got around to that chore. She invited me into her house and then sat down on her couch across from me with her legs apart. Naturally, I looked. When I did, she caught me. She told me it was a sin to look up a woman's dress. I nearly died of embarrassment. She asked me what I thought my parents would think about such naughty behavior. I asked her not to tell on me. She said she wouldn't, but I had to be punished for my sin. She thought for a minute and said that since I was trying to see her underwear, for punishment I would have to show her MY underwear! I didn't want to get in trouble, so I pulled down my pants right there. The pastor's wife took a look at my...ah...well at...ah...me and, before I knew it, she was all over me."
There were looks of disbelief and wonder all around the table. Even Liz seemed enthralled by the story.
"What do you mean all over you?" asked Cindie.
"She...ah...well...this is kind of embarrassing to say...she...well, she began to give me head. And, before we were through, we had done just about everything. My virginity was history several times over."
"Wow," sighed Cindie. "She must have seen something that she liked...and wanted."
Nils blushed furiously.
"Are you a...uh...big boy, Nils? Perhaps?" Cindie's eyes narrowed.
"Hey, I told my story, now I get to spin," Nils retorted. He quickly spun the amber bottle. It landed squarely on Liz.
"So, Liz tell us how you lost your virginity," said Nils.
"I don't want to do this," said Liz defiantly.
"Well, you have to do something...that's the rules," said Bart.
"I said I don't want to play this game!" Liz glared at Bart.
Bart looked imploringly at the others. "Isn't there some sort of penalty for not telling the truth?"
"So now its truth or dare we're playing?" answered Liz. "You don't want to face one of my dares, and that goes for all of you."
Spider pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and threw it in the air. "Penalty on Liz! For not playing! I was hoping for 'backfield in motion' but I'll settle for something else."
Everyone laughed except Liz.
"Ok, I'm not a virgin. That's my story. You don't want to hear the rest," answered Liz. Quickly she gave the bottle a spin before anyone else could respond. It landed on Deb.
"Tell us about the first time you sucked a man's cock!" said Liz. Each word was clothed in angry venom.
"I don't believe I want to answer that," said Deb.
Out came Spider's handkerchief again. "Penalty!"
"But, I've never done that!" said Deb.
Looks of disbelief came from all quarters.
"We have to agree on a penalty, especially for lying," said Bart looking directly at Deb. "I have it. If you don't answer the question or you obviously lie, you have to...ah...take some of your clothes off in front of everyone!"
"Now where in the hell did that rule come from?" said Liz.
"I just made it up," said Bart. "But, now that I think of it...it sounds like a good rule. All in favor, raise your hands..." He looked around the table. Spider quickly raised his hand. Nils and Cindie looked sheepish. Deb appeared shocked.
"Come on, vote. Or present a better idea. Cindie, you wanted this game to be a bit sexual, so put your money--or your clothes--where your mouth is. Nils, don't you want to see a little flesh here?"
"Ok, I'll play," said Cindie. "Never let it be said that I was the party pooper." Cindie raised her hand. Nils followed reluctantly.
"That's a majority...answer or strip! That's the rule. Whose spin is it?" said Bart triumphantly.
"You guys are the worst," said Liz.
"My spin," said Deb. She gave the bottle a whirl. It landed on Liz.
"Now that we have the rules established, I'd like to hear your loss of virginity story, Liz. Nils and I have told ours," said Deb resolutely.
"I can't," said Liz. Tears were near the surface.
"Answer or strip!" shouted Bart.
Liz's tearful eyes turned quickly to flashing eyes of anger.
"You been staring at my tits since the first moment I walked in here," shouted Liz. "You might as well get an eye full. Maybe that will get it out of your system, you dirty pervert. You too, Spider!" With that, Liz defiantly unzipped the top of her jump suit. She paused as the zipper came to her waist, then with resolute resolve, she pulled her top from each shoulder. The clinging fabric slid away from her ample breasts. Only her soft bra shielded everyone's view of her bullet-shaped tits. She took a deep breath that caused her breasts to strain against the confines of her white bra. Her tall nipples were rock hard under the soft fabric.
"I don't think it works that way, dear," said Deb looking enviously at Liz. "Men don't ever get over it. Especially when you look like that!"
All eyes remained on Liz's beautiful boobs while she gave the bottle an angry spin. It clattered to a halt aiming at Spider.
"Ah-hah, Mr. Spider! Tell me. Is it true what they say about black men? Do black men have the largest penises?"
Spider froze. This was getting too tense. He mumbled something inaudible.
"Size counts, right?" Liz continued. "So, answer my question, Spider. Are you the biggest here? Is yours the longest?" Liz's eyes flashed. She was determined to get even.
"I don't know. I mean I can't answer that question. You win. I guess I'll have to take off something," Spider muttered meekly.
"Oh, no," said Liz. "We need to settle this very important issue? My...ah...rack--I believe that's your word for my breasts--my rack has been the subject of your attention. But, I haven't had the opportunity to consider your...ah...rack...or whatever...your dick...yes, your large...peter, prick, wiener! Come on, girls, don't we need to determine who in our little tribe has the largest dick? Let me see a show of hands."
Everyone sat transfixed.
"I believe that's a majority," said Liz ignoring the lack of response. "I think turn about is fair play. I took off my top, now you guys all take off your pants. This is all for science, of course. We need to test the hypothesis that black men have the largest cocks."
Deb broke into a cheer. "Yes, a test," she shouted. "Let's see whose is the largest. That's where this little game was headed, wasn't it Bart? Cindie? Strip spin the bottle?"
"Hey, I don't claim any size records, y'all," sputtered Spider, "but, if you want to see my little Willie, I don't have any problems showing it to you."
"For science. That's our only interest...right, girls?" said Deb. "For science!" Deb held her wineglass aloft.
"Here, here!" responded Cindie breaking into a shower of giggles that sounded like they came from a 13-year-old.
"They think they are calling our bluff, guys," said Bart. "They think they are going to embarrass us. Well, you lovely ladies are wrong. I'll play your little game...size doesn't count anyway...it's what you do with it that counts." Bart stood up defiantly and began to unbuckle his belt.
"Wait," said Nils. "I'm not playing this. You guys are over the top."
"Come on, Nils...beautiful, Nordic Nils," said Cindie. "We need to know what that preacher's wife saw in you...or...on you!" Everyone, including Liz, began to laugh.
In a moment, both Spider and Bart had their jump suits off and stood menacingly in their white briefs. Both had begun to get erections in the excitement and bulges dominated the fronts of their briefs. Mocking a bad stripper, Bart turned his back to the women, wiggled his ass awkwardly, and slipped off his underwear. All the women immediately took note of his muscular ass.
"Ta-dah!" he said as he spun around, dick flapping from side to side as he did so.
"That's a dick all right!" said Deb. "I would recognize it anywhere."
Spider followed suit, but much more self-consciously. He lowered his briefs and his eyes. Indeed, his cock was a good bit larger than Bart's and was uncircumcised. His foreskin hung loosely over the end of his dark, almost deep purple cock.
"See...bigger!" shouted Liz. "The rumor must be true. Isn't science wonderful!"
"Wait," said Cindie. "We have one more entry...so to speak. Nils, Nils, Nils," she began to chant.
"Come on, Cindie," pleaded Nils. "You guys don't make me do this."
"Nils, Nils, Nils." All three women took up the chant.
"Come on, Nils, we did our part," said Bart. His erection was now on the wane.
Nils shook his head in disgust and slowly removed his suit to polite applause. He turned his back to remove his boxers, then slowly, sheepishly turned back around with eyes downward.
"Sweet Jesus!" gasped Cindie.
"Oh, my god," whispered Deb.
"That sort of settles that question," muttered Liz.
All three stared at Nils' prodigious cock, as did Spider and Bart.
"I've got to see that one hard," thought Cindie. "The ad said 'chance of a lifetime' and I think I have found it."
*****
Dr. Rosen's assistant watched the scene unfold on her television monitor. When Nils revealed his cock, she zoomed in with the camera control until his cock filled the entire screen. "Note to self," she whispered to no one as she felt of her own breast through her lab coat. "Check on Nils Olson's residence cameras much more often."
*****
The next night, it was Spider's turn to help Deb in the communal kitchen. The others had scattered to distant parts of the compound at the precise moment when the topic of dirty dishes arose.
"I don't mean to intrude on your personal affairs," ventured Spider rubbing a cloth over a wet plate, "but, based on what I have seen so far, you seem to not like men very much. Fair statement?"
A cold chill ran through Deb. "Why do men always think that about me?" she thought.
"That's not true. I love men. I enjoy men's company." The defensive words seemed to spout out on their own. "I guess I just haven't had very many wonderful, or even good for that matter, experiences with men." Deb concentrated on the dishes in front of her. She surprised even herself with such a forthright answer. Her face burned with embarrassment.
"Oh, then it sounds like you haven't been with the RIGHT man," said Spider chuckling. "A man with a slow hand, if you know what I mean."
"Actually, I don't know what you mean," responded Deb. She looked Spider square in the eye. His eyes were surrounded by years of wrinkles, but a gentle kindness showed through them.
"I mean a man who would treat you right in the love making department," said Spider. He looked Deb up and down. Deb stood at the sink, apron covered with water and grease spots, disheveled hair hanging in her eyes. Despite her outward appearance, Spider noted a certain beauty that seemed to radiate from her face.
"Oh," blushed Deb. Spider brushed back a lock of hair from Deb's forehead. A shot of electricity surged through Deb at his touch.
"And who might that 'right' man be?" said Deb cautiously.
"Someone who would treat you right. Someone who was sensitive to your feelings," responded Spider quietly. He moved just a little closer to Deb.
"Are you putting the move on me?" said Deb. "I just want you to know that I'm simply too old to play little teenage games. So if your are, just tell me."
Spider recoiled a bit. "I...ah...well, I guess I am...ah...moving a bit here." Spider began to laugh. Deb joined him, but there was unmistakable caution in her laughter.
"I'm too old for games too," whispered Spider. He lifted Deb's hand to his lips and kissed it. He searched her eyes for some secret permission to continue and saw in them the same pent up passion that he was feeling. He started to speak, but Deb put a single finger to his lips.
"I think maybe the rest of these dishes can wait," said Deb as she slipped off her apron and unconsciously brushed her fingers through her hair. "Come play me a tune on that guitar, Jefferson...some place private."
*****
Cindie leaned against the railing outside the recreation area. It overlooked both the gardens below and the balcony of Liz's apartment off to the left. Liz was stretched out on her lounge chair reading a book in the evening light. That all-too-familiar tingle had begun again deep within Liz's pussy. The sight of Nils' cock had triggered it. The images in the novel she was reading intensified it. Now she needed to touch herself badly, but she was acutely aware of Cindie's looming presence. Liz feigned a yawn and stretched. Pulling her arms back above her head caused the fabric of her jump suit to tighten against her aching pussy. She pressed her legs together and gently, unnoticeably began to grind her moistening slit between them.
Cindie watched nonchalantly. The tight white fabric against Liz's breasts made the shapes of her nipples show clearly, but it was the sensuous writhing that got Cindie's full attention. Cindie whispered to herself, unconsciously mouthing the words, "Oh sweet little thing, what I would not give for a taste of you."
Cindie didn't realize it, but Liz read every word. Cindie's lustful attention fired more adrenaline through Liz and made her even more in need of release. Now energy literally throbbed between her legs.
"Hello!"
Nils startled Cindie by suddenly appearing beside her. He rubbed a towel through his blond hair, wet from his workout in the exercise room. Cindie could not tell if her heart was pounding because he had surprised her or because he simply was near her. His muscular body seemed to be straight out of a magazine ad.
"Nice evening, huh. Of course, I guess every evening is a nice evening in here," said Nils. He followed Cindie's gaze to the reclining Liz below. "Observing the...sights, are we?" laughed Nils. Cindie saw the twinkle in his expression and took his cue.
"A question, Nils. Be honest now. Wouldn't you like to feast on that tender morsel lying down there? Truth, please. Doesn't she look simply delectable?"
Nils expected envy instead of lust. He stammered in response, "I suppose...well...yes, she is lovely."
"Come on, Nils. We have been in this place several weeks now. Don't you have more of a reaction than 'she is lovely?' You appear to be every bit the real man to me."
"I'm not gay, if that's what you are wondering," replied Nils.
Cindie looked directly at Nils seeking some hint from his expression. "I don't want to seem too forward here, but between seeing her wiggling around down there and seeing your beautiful cock the other night, I am about to suffer terminal horniness. If I don't get laid soon, I am going to be declared a virgin again."
Nils laughing defensively blushed beet red. Cindie gently touched his arm. Electrical shocks shot through both of them.
From below, Liz read every word they were saying.
"Let me be a bit more direct, Nils," said Cindie. "I'm going to go down to my apartment. If you are interested in continuing this...ah...conversation, you come along too. If not, I may just have to pay little Liz a visit tonight."
Cindie smiled, turned, and disappeared down the stairway.
"Oh, shit. I wasn't going to let this happen. I was done with fucking for a while," thought Nils. But, his cock betrayed him. The wanton look on Cindie's face had made the blood rush directly to his prick. It grew harder by the second. "Ok...what the heck...cuddling up to something soft and warm will be wonderful...and fucking won't be too bad either." The mental contradiction suddenly struck Nils. "Funny," he thought, "usually it's the girl that needs intimacy and the guy that just wants to fuck. I'm completely turned around."
Nils made his way toward Cindie's door.
****
Deb and Spider walked out into the twilight with one unified thought. "Where can we hide from the ever present eyes of Utopia's cameras?" They paused in front of the gardening supply shed. It was filled with sundry tools, fertilizers and other materials. Spider opened the door and quickly glanced around the room. No cameras were visible. Deb closed the door behind them just as Spider pulled her against his chest.
He buried his lips in hers and she returned the fervor. They frantically explored each other's mouths with their tongues. The power and heat of passion swept over them and they began to fumble desperately with each other's clothes.
Without warning all the old doubts forced their way into Deb's mind. "He's too horny. He's too frantic. I won't feel anything, just like usual. Here comes the quick fuck and he's out of here," she thought. She began to grow tense, as always.
Spider sensed the tension within her. He slowed a bit. He moved his hands over her soft clothing and began to remove each piece as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. She felt his hands run down the cheeks of her ass and move between her legs from behind. Everywhere he touched seemed to send shivers through her body. Her tensions eased a bit, then returned. Before she knew it her outer clothes were gone. Spider kissed down her neck and found Deb's voluptuous white tits. He pulled down the cups of Deb's bra and sucked hungrily on her ample nipples. Fires seemed to ignite in Deb's breasts. The fires spread down toward her crotch. Spider continued to kiss his way down the front of her body. His hands found the elastic waistband of her soft, cotton panties. He paused. Out of very old habit, Deb recoiled from him. When she did so, her legs came in contact with a stack of potting soil sacks and she fell gently across them.
Deb's legs fell open and Spider noted that only a thin film of panties separated him from Deb's pussy. Tendrils of dark pubic hair curled around the edges of her panties. In one motion, he tore the delicate fabric from her. The brashness of this act sent additional chills surging through her body.
Spider now gazed down upon an extraordinary sight--a glistening pussy framed in dark hair on white skin with delicate inner lips peeking out from behind puffy labia. They seemed to become a magnet for his tongue.
Deb closed her eyes and thought to herself, "Ok, Deb, brace yourself for a hard cock."
Instead, Spider spread Deb's inner lips apart and found her delicate clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He rolled it around, first softly, then with increasing ardor. It was a sensation that Deb had never before felt. It was magic. Her whole body came alive.
In no time, the first orgasm seemed to simply spring out of her. No waiting, no big build up. The wave of intensity came from deep within her and made her feel as if she was losing complete control of her body.
"Oh god," moaned Deb. "Oh god, oh god...ooooooh...ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Tears welled up in her eyes. Spider's tongue continued its dance.
The second orgasmic wave was less intense, but longer and richer than the first. Her fingers and toes curled tightly as she tried in vain to keep control. She arched her back and pressed hard against Spider's flicking tongue. He grasped a buttock in each hand and pushed his fingertips against her ass hole. This caused even more electricity to charge through her. He probed deeply into her with his sharp tongue. Her delicious smell seemed to be all over his face and tongue.
Deb felt faint. She was going over the edge to nowhere--like being at the brink of the first drop on a roller coaster. The third orgasm rolled through her. She had never felt like this before. She pulled away from Spider and gasped for breath. Her head spun as she turned over and curled into a tight, fetal ball.
Behind a nearby shelf, a hidden camera recorded every move.
*****
The young assistant watched the sweet anguish on Deb's face. She had noted the couple's entry into the shed and had zoomed in to see what was going on. Now the contents of her clipboard were scattered on the floor beside her and her hand had found its way under her short plaid skirt. She snuggled back into her dark leather chair. Her skirt was pushed well above her stocking tops. Her hand danced against her pussy.
Without warning, a throat cleared behind her.
"OH...Dr. Rosen!" The young assistant tried vainly to adjust her clothing.
On the screen above them, Dr. Rosen saw naked Deb Jones curled up on the stacked sacks. Looming over her was Spider Dampeer. He had removed his clothes and was quietly stroking his uncut, black cock.
"Sorry to...uh...disturb you, Miss Adams," said Dr. Rosen in a low voice. He made no attempt to leave.
*****
Nils knocked on Cindie's door and heard a soft voice say, "Come in."
Inside, Nils realized that the voice had come from a large desk chair facing away from him. Slowly the chair spun around and perched in it was Cindie...without a stitch of clothing. Her legs were curled under her. Her ample, perfectly shaped Barbie doll breasts seemed to glow in the soft light. Her soft blond hair cascaded down almost to the tip of one breast. She made no effort to cover herself at all. Large pink nipples perched on the tips of her round breasts.
"Your turn," Cindie whispered. "Take off your clothes...very slowly...please."
Nils obeyed. His muscular chest and arms rippled as he pulled the tight shirt over his head. Pants fell gently at his feet and he kicked them aside.
"On now to the main event...please," urged Cindie. She stared directly at his crotch.
Nils' cock began to harden. He pulled his boxers over his extended cock and let them drop to the floor.
"Oh my, it is even more beautiful than I remembered." Cindie beckoned him closer, reached out and took Nils' enormous member in hand. "Come to Momma. I won't hurt you."
Cindie licked her lips, gave Nil's penis a kiss on the tip, and took it into her mouth. Nils groaned aloud when she began to lick its tender underside just below his glans. Nils almost expected the cameras to start clicking and whirring, but they didn't...at least none of which he was aware.
*****
Liz crept up the circular stairs outside Cindie's apartment. She was drawn by inescapable curiosity. Having read every word that Nils and Cindie had said, she knew that Cindie had the hots for her. Liz recognized the look in Cindie's eye and received confirmation from her supposedly unheard words. Now Liz had to know what was going on inside the apartment in front of her.
She tiptoed to Cindie's front window and peeked inside. The sight caused her to gasp. Her legs suddenly felt as if they would not support her.
There in the small living room Cindie knelt before Nils, blond hair against blond hair, fair skin blending with fair skin. It was almost as if they were sister and brother. Images of her own brother flashed into Liz's mind. She forced them back into her deepest recesses.
Nils' monstrous penis went in and out of Cindie's mouth. Nils stood, head held back with a look of simultaneous pain and delight on his face. His muscles seemed to undulate in time with Cindie's movements. Liz was fascinated. Cindie's mouth and both hands failed to cover the complete length of Nils' cock.
Liz began to rub her own breasts with increasing fervor. Her head began to spin. Suddenly, Liz lost her balance. She fell first against the window and then in a heap on the porch. She arose to run away as fast as she could, but the opening front door blocked her way. Cindie emerged from the doorway, her nude body gleaming in the moonlight. Without a word, she took Liz's hand and led her inside.
"I'm sorry...you guys...I mean I..." Liz stammered and sputtered.
Nils swept Liz off her feet as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and gently kissed her trembling lips. In an instant, Cindie's face replaced Nils,' as did Cindie's lips. It was the softest, most erotic kiss of Liz's short life. In the midst of the lingering kiss, many hands seemed to be all over her body at once spreading fire wherever they touched. Before she knew it her clothes were gone and Cindie's lips had moved from her mouth to her pussy. Liz became lost in her own feelings. Her pussy became her single focus. Cindie's tongue probed just the right places.
Liz was nearing her climax when all the hands disappeared for a moment. Liz opened her eyes to see Cindie guiding Nils' cock toward Liz's wet pussy. The cock was enormous.
"No, I can't," moaned Liz, "it will tear me apart."
Just then, Nils moved his cock's tip between Liz's swollen labia.
"No, I...no, please, no...I...yes...yes...please, yes!" Liz felt the shaft easing into her.
Then with one sharp thrust, Nils ran over half his length into Liz's deep snatch. Liz came at once.
"Yeeeeees...Ahhhhhhhhhhh...oh god, oh god!" Over and over, the shaft disappeared into Liz's cunt, each time deeper and deeper. Liz came again and again. She could feel the tissue deep inside her being stretched with every stroke.
"Save some for me, big guy," said Cindie. Nils withdrew from Liz. Immediately, Cindie began to lick Liz's juices off his cock. Nils felt the cum rising within him. Now he wanted his turn. He moved quickly behind Cindie and pulled her hips to him. Nothing mattered to him now but finding a warm pussy and cumming. He rammed the full length of his cock into Cindie from behind. Cindie screamed in ecstasy.
Cindie's breasts hovered above Liz's face. Liz touched the wiggling tits tentatively and then moved further underneath to take a nipple in her mouth. Cindie screamed again.
In all those fuck films, Tommy Tool, a.k.a. Nils Olson, always had to make the money shot by cumming in full sight of the camera. Tonight, he was intent on cumming inside Cindie's snatch. The pressure built and built. Finally, he blasted jism deep inside Cindie's pussy. For the first time, Cindie actually felt the hot cum spurt inside her. Simultaneously, she went over the top. After a moment, Cindie collapsed on Liz and cuddled next to her. Nils fell in a heap on both of them, then rolled over gasping for breath.
*****
Deb felt a gentle touch on her cheek. She thought it was Spider's hand. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly at a large, fully erect, purple cock.
"There's a first time for everything," whispered Spider.
Deb looked wide-eyed first at Spider, then at the cock.
"My turn now?" implored Spider.
Deb gently touched Spider's dick. A small drop of fluid appeared in its tip. Without thinking, Deb licked it off with her tongue. When she realized what she had done, she expected to be repulsed, but instead, she was intrigued by the taste. Spider grasped the back of Deb's head and urged her forward. Deb took a cock into her mouth for the first time. She reveled in its taste and texture.
Spider groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head. Deb began to move the cock in and out of her mouth with greater fervor. She saw the ecstasy on Spider's face, a look the likes of which she had never seen. She wanted him to feel as good as he had made her feel. She increased her ardor and pushed his cock further and further into her mouth.
Spider felt his cum beginning to build within him. To Deb's sudden surprise, he forcefully withdrew his dick from her mouth.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
Without answering, Spider pulled Deb's shapely ass around toward him and thrust his cock deep into Deb's wet pussy from behind.
"Ah!" groaned Deb. She felt the orgasmic process begin again within her. Spider violently plunged in and out of her.
Both shouted for joy as they simultaneous went over the brink.
*****
"Oh, Dr. Rosen! We mustn't."
On twin screens above, Spider now was removing his dripping cock from deep within Deb while Nils, Cindie, and Liz tried to regain their composure. Moist cunts and glistening dicks filled both screens.
Hiram Rosen raised the young assistant out of her chair and pushed her across the desk in front of her. Without comment, he had lifted her little plaid skirt over her plump ass and tore away her tiny green floral panties. Now her pussy winked at him from between her legs.
"Oh, please, Dr. Rosen, I..."
Her voice trailed away as Hiram thrust his cock between the patch of delicate auburn pubic hair and into her waiting cunt. His lab coat flapped back and forth as his intensity increased.
"Oh, yes, yes, YES," she cried. "Fuck me hard...fuck me..."
Dr. Rosen stared at the screens filled with flesh. "Just as I predicted, my dear." He pulled out just in time to shoot a hot stream of cum all over the assistant's young round ass.
*****
Bart looked up from his cereal bowl the next morning and observed a very curious sight. Liz came into the dining room...smiling. She even whistled while she poured a steaming cup of coffee.
"What has gotten into you?" Bart asked.
"You don't even want to know!" retorted Liz. She headed toward the door. At the last minute she paused and turned back toward Bart.
"Oh, Bart," she cooed. Bart looked up from his cereal in time to see Liz unzip her top and flash a dark-tipped breast in his direction. His jaw dropped. Liz smiled and out the door she went.
*****
The e-mail-warning bell on Deb's computer demanded her attention. Deb pulled a brush through her wet hair and made her way over to the machine.
"Dearest Deb, I really miss you. I don't know if I can wait a whole year without you. Please write me and tell me about everything that has happened to you at Utopia. Love, Marshall."
Deb smiled and whispered, "Fat chance."
*****
Hiram Rosen adjusted the camera and zoomed in on Cindie's Barbie doll form. She was fast asleep and was, as usual, nude. She lay on her side with one pink breast peeking from under the sheet. Her round, firm ass was exposed, as was one leg that tapered down to her delicate foot. Suddenly, Cindie shifted positions and her blonde bush came into view. Dr. Rosen tweaked a knob and Cindie's pussy filled the frame.
"Shelter, food, security...after that people turn next to sex every time," he whispered to himself. "It just took a few guinea pigs to prove it."
"Oh, Dr. Rosen..."
Hiram smiled and unzipped his pants.
(End story here)
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