Sexual Instrumentation
(M+/F+, rape, size, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"Yes, Miss Simon, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A!" Elaine Simon peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Sorkoff was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Aaron Sorkoff's special combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the most incredible combinations.

Elaine blushed at the sight in spite of herself and then checked her emotions, glancing sideways at the college professor to see if he had noticed her unscientific response. But to her consternation the pretty brunette saw that Dr. Sorkoff was leering in the most unprofessional manner. "Leering," definitely, and she would almost say, he was drooling as well! But even to think such a thing about the wise, well-regarded scientist seemed almost sacrilegious. Even though Aaron Sorkoff was not very old, 45 at the most, he gave the appearance of an elderly man. His prematurely gray hair was partially responsible, and the rest of it was caused by his manner which was that of the absent-minded professor to the extreme.

For several evenings now, however, Elaine Simon had noticed a distinct difference in the professor's manner. He'd been muttering to himself for one thing. Not in the usual way, which she was used to, but in another, rather alarming way, his voice rising and falling in strange cadences as though he were having an argument with some invisible person.

Night work at the University laboratory had been pleasant for the attractive young graduate student up until now at any rate, and she felt herself privileged to be working with the renowned teacher and researcher.

But Elaine had a distinct feeling of discomfort as she turned back to look into the cage. "But, but... that's not normal is it?" she inquired. "I mean, this is not the result you expected, surely, Dr. Sorkoff?" As far as Elaine knew, Dr. Sorkoff was involved with studying the comparative blood-pressure rates of test animals when injected with different degrees of amphetamines.

"Of course, of course!" Sorkoff replied, his eyes glistening with a smoky lust as he regarded Miss Simon. "Haven't you ever felt horny after taking a diet pill?"

"What?" The words had such an impact that Elaine stepped back as though she'd been given a push. It might not have been nearly so bad if - being naturally inclined toward plumpness - the pretty brunette had not been the recipient of many of the different varieties of diet pills on the market. Not only that, but the 24 year old girl had noticed that she felt a very definite tingling, a kind of urgent longing in her loins, usually be the evening of the day which she had taken the pill. She had kept this information to herself, of course, and it was more than disturbing to find that her private feelings were more or less common knowledge.

"Don't tell me you've never felt horny, Miss Simon! Come now, every young woman does. Every healthy young woman at any rate. There've been all sorts of studies. Surely you've heard of them!"

"Dr. Sorkoff! Really, are you quite sure... I mean I think I must be getting along home now." Elaine backed steadily toward the door. She'd never seen Dr. Sorkoff looking so strange or heard him saying such awful things! It was so unsettling that the young woman stumbled against a table and knocked over a beaker of water which was used for the test animals. Flustered, she bent to pick up the broken beaker and attempted to mop up the water, realizing that Sorkoff was standing there looking at her uplifted buttocks all the while.

But Aaron Sorkoff was muttering to himself again while watching his pretty young assistant scrambling about in an attempt to get the water up.

"Evidently," he said, "new studies are necessary. Studies which will prove to the general public the efficacy of sex. The wonder of sex and its natural purpose in this world! I could change the entire repressed structure of society if I could make such a study!

Elaine Simon's sensually rounded buttocks jiggled pleasingly within the confines of her tight fitting white uniform as she mopped up the water. Sorkoff contemplated those salient nether cheeks with a new interest in the light of his latest idea. He was tired of being a revered member of the faculty of the big New York City college. Already it seemed as though his best years were behind him rather than ahead of him. He was doing comparatively unimportant experiments, teaching comparatively unimportant classes. All the rest of his life could be foreseen in one fell swoop. Aaron had been depressed about this simple fact for weeks now, maybe months.

Not that Aaron hadn't known it for a long while. But knowing it and beginning to let the idea affect him were two different things.

"You're just like an old man!" his wife Julie had said to him the night before in one of her frequent fits of anger with him. And afterward when Julie was asleep in her twin bed, Aaron had gotten up and gone to look in the mirror. He not only looked like an old man, but it was true, he felt like one. It was then that he resolved to do something about the trend his life was taking. To take things in hand as it were. Instead of letting things happen to him, he would make things happen!

Aaron thought now of Julie's tears. Almost nightly tears they were now, and all about the same thing, sex! Well, sex was on his mind, too, but not the same way it was on Julie's. Julie wanted romance, and Aaron had anything but a romantic nature. His interest in sex was more of a curiosity, and therefore he knew that nothing he ever did would truly satisfy his wife. Why bother to try then, was his attitude.

But wouldn't it be interesting to see Miss Simon's response to the hardness of his impatiently throbbing penis? Aaron was newly aware of the raging erection that he had and found the phenomenon extremely interesting. He couldn't remember ever having an erection in the laboratory, and the fact that he had one now was certainly something new. It was all in line with his new trend of thinking though, with his new life, and Aaron felt a surge of excitement, beyond the lust that he was already feeling for the flustered Miss Simon.

He advanced slowly, thinking to himself that Miss Simon would make experiment number one. The first in a series. The first indeed in what he intended to make an extensive research project!

Elaine Simon looked behind her and tried to get up from her kneeling position, but Dr. Sorkoff grabbed her by the arm and forced her to remain as she was.

The feel of his hand, hard and oddly cold on her arm made the young, dark-haired woman suddenly hysterical. She was certain that the professor had gone stark raving mad and that he was about to do something dreadful, kill her maybe. The papers were full of such things!

"Oh, please, PLEASE!" she cried, "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!"

"Just a simple experiment, Miss Simon. I must say, you've been a wonderful assistant thus far. Now with my new work, perhaps you'll be equally as talented." Aaron's voice was calm now, as calm as it was when he was talking to his students in class, for he was on home territory, in a way, and his mind was already taking note of Miss Simon's reactions to his advances.

Easily, he got down to his knees, unmindful of the cracking that betrayed a lack of exercise. Elaine was trembling and crying, begging him not to hurt her.

"But why would you think I would hurt you?" he asked curiously. "I assure you I have no such intentions." Already he could smell Miss Simon's crisp perfume, mixed with the heady sweat of her aroused emotions. The scientist's nostrils flared as his fingers began to move along Elaine's arms. Then, still holding the girl firm with one hand, the professor let his hand drop down to the hem of her white smock. He hiked it up unceremoniously and thrust his fingers up underneath. The tips of his fingers encountered her warm smooth thigh flesh and her panty-enclosed buttocks that quaked as his fingers ran hungrily over their surfaces.

"Calm, calm," he told her as though speaking to a lab animal. "This won't take long!"

Elaine couldn't believe that it was happening to her. Many late nights she and her roommate would stay up talking about such things, but Elaine had never dreamed such a thing would happen to her. She had contented herself with the thoroughly predictable advances of her boyfriend, Carl, with whom she made love approximately once a week at his minuscule Greenwich Village flat. She enjoyed Carl, although it wasn't difficult to imagine a more forceful lover, an energetic lover who would make her quiver with anticipation at odd times of the day or night! Elaine had never had the chance to find such a person though, and Carl was really the first person with whom she had had an intimate relationship. She couldn't really count the boy who had first taken her virginity in the back of her father's hardware store in Schenectady. No, that hardly counted at all.

But this counted! It was odd how just thinking about it could make the strange behavior of her professor something totally different. Instead of the horror that came with being forced to submit to the teacher's lewd and obscene advances, somewhere inside, the experience was being changed into something different, something real and much more exciting than anything that she'd ever known. This is what her teacher was offering to her now, an erotic experience that would top all the experiences she'd ever had!

The young brunette's moans of desperation slowly changed as she felt Aaron's fingers slipping upward to the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. He was tugging them downward over the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks. Already, sensing the young woman's compliance, Sorkoff no longer used a restraining hand on her arm, but both hands were busily peeling down the young assistant's panties. He gave a gasp of admiration as he saw her warm, naked asscheeks, unblemished, delectable!

Despite herself, Elaine couldn't help wondering just what he would do next. But whatever she had expected, it was not what happened, for suddenly she heard her professor moan hungrily, and then she felt him drop down behind her nakedly offered buttocks. The next thing, the dark-haired graduate student felt was his heated breath and then a thrilling wetness back between her spread thighs. Dr. Sorkoff was tonguing her from behind, sticking the quivering tip of his tongue deep into the wetly throbbing lips of her pussy and licking lewdly within her sensitive layers of cuntal flesh.

"Oooooh!" The dark channel of Elaine's hairy pussy began to twitch in heated arousal. No one had ever done such a thing to her. Could she? she wondered. Could she actually enjoy such an obscene act? Her nakedly exposed buttocks were oddly still as Elaine's humiliation turned into a blatant carnal excitement. It was a stirring deep in her loins as well as in her mind as wicked tingles of pleasure wove in and out of the pores of the sensitive flesh up between her legs. The gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue made her feel totally wanton, totally free in a way she had never dreamed was possible! Her very position, half naked with her panties halfway down, kneeling on the floor of the lab like this, brought a greater excitement, and the pretty young assistant felt all control slipping away. All thought was mercifully blotted from her mind, whereas with her boyfriend, all she did was think, think, think through the whole thing. This was something wildly different, though, and she was a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for loving, and nothing more or less.

"Mmmmmm," Elaine begged, squirming her asscheeks backward to meet Dr. Sorkoff's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as the scientist changed his position so that he had an even better vantage point between the 24-year old's quivering white thighs. At the same time, he parted Elaine's legs as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of the young woman's streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh with new enthusiasm.

"Ooooohhhh!"

Suddenly, she felt Dr. Sorkoff's hands creeping up to her waist and then clasping her heavily swaying breasts. His fingers began to play through the material of her lab smock, feeling the pebble hardness of the assistant's fully erected nipples. With a little squeal that signaled her surrender, Elaine abandoned herself to the sudden rushes of pleasure as the fingers that were so familiar to her in the laboratory or during a class tantalized her erotically tingling breasts. And now, down between her widespread, trembling thighs, her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot, glowing coal that would reach greater and greater heights of lust the longer the forbidden sucking continued.

"Mmmm! Mmmm?" Sorkoff murmured inquiringly into Elaine's succulent young cunt. This was the best idea he'd had in years! He would remember each and every detail for recording in his notebook, for this auspicious evening marked the very first experiment of the work that would soon make him famous.

"Going to put it to you! Gonna give it to you! Mmmm? Mmmm!" he declared, raising his glistening wet face. The ardent researcher's jowled cheeks reflected the excitement he was feeling as he quickly opened his zipper fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt rock-hard in his steady hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him was the submissively kneeling figure of his lab assistant. He took in the lewd image of the young woman's nakedly exposed buttocks, of her glistening wet cuntal hair that pouted in a small triangle below. She was just ready and waiting for his long, hard cock. And he was really going to take her right then and there!

Elaine stirred and moaned at the sudden loss of contact between her yearning pussy and his wonderfully licking tongue.

"She really wants it bad!" Sorkoff noted for future reference. As if to echo his own thoughts, he spoke the words out loud and kneeled up toward the dark-haired woman's widespread buttocks and thighs. He looked down at the shapely mounds of silken flesh and bent to ease her asscheeks still farther apart. Beneath the dull pink of Elaine's anal opening lay the pulsing aperture of her almost hidden pussy. He felt himself drooling over the mouth-watering sight of the young woman's nakedness and wondered about the fact that she wore no stockings at all. Only a pair of low-heeled pumps and the panties. In his time, all women wore stockings unless they were at home, and even then they were apt to be more than fully clothed unless getting ready to bathe or bed. It was clear that he had a lot to learn as he went about his research. With a pained expression, the middle-aged scientist pushed his heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the dark pubic curls and up, up into the wetly heated cuntal flesh that was now spread wide before him. It was all perfectly clear in every detail in the bright laboratory lights, and Dr. Aaron Sorkoff felt that nothing had ever been so important to him as this moment.

"OOoooaaahh!" Elaine responded to the hotly pulsing penis that slowly slid up inside her helplessly aroused female flesh. Her pleading whimpers filled the laboratory as Sorkoff thrust the lust-thickened head of his cock up into the palpitating entrance of Elaine's willing pussy, pushing upward, continuing in a slow, constant act of relentless penetration until his long hard penis was completely buried to the hilt within the soft warmth of the trembling grad student's belly

"Goooodd God! OOoohh GOD!!" Elaine cried as behind her, Sorkoff gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of his pretty assistant's cuntal muscled tightly massaging his deeply embedded penis.

The scientist's thick-set body inclined back from the pliant flesh of Miss Simon's naked buttocks as his probing penis tried to reach the farthest depths of the young woman's totally filled pussy. He did not want to stop until it was completely out of sight, buried so deep up inside the young brunette's hair-lined vaginal opening that his sperm-filled testicles would fit snugly up against her warm flesh. From his excellent position behind the straining 24-year old, Sorkoff shuffled forward just as Elaine began to rotate her hips lewdly backward to meet his rigid cock-flesh. Again and again, the kneeling Dr. Sorkoff thrust up against her wide-held pussy, forcing his immense cock deep into the liquid heat of his young assistant's hungrily contracting pussy.

"Go, go!" he said, deciding that some encouragement was called for. "Go!" The excited professor could not help but think of his wife at a moment like this. Poor Julie with her restricted ideas. This was what sex was all about. It was a test of wills, a sport!

And if this wasn't what it was all about, he, Dr. Aaron Sorkoff was going to find out what was. Maybe one day he would even bring old Julie around to his ideas!

Meanwhile, he was completely satisfied to have had such initial success with the lewdly moaning Miss Simon.

Dr. Sorkoff could feel the young assistant's soft cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. She was grinding backward against him letting all the hidden perversity of the moment fill her mind and body.

The young brunette girl could feel her warmly tingling breasts being manipulated by her teacher's hands, and each burning touch created a conflagration within her that only heightened the fiery lust between her legs. The powerful upstrokes that buffeted her farther forward with each thrust were striking hitherto untouched upper regions of her womb, filling and stretching the tender flesh with a strangely fulfilling pleasure. The aroused young woman could feel a joyful culmination being wrung from her tormented loins.

Elaine tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and tight. There was a sudden sensation of floating, drifting unmoored through space. With eyes tightly closed, her whole being present and participating in the lewd act being performed upon her, the dark-haired 24-year old felt a bursting within her, and it seemed she was walking a narrow line between sanity and insanity. How could she be doing this, and yet how could she have waited so long to know such mind-boggling delights? From every point inside her outraged body there was a hurtling of sensations that started in her ecstatically pulsing pussy and spread like wildfire:

"NNggaah! AAH! Oh, Professor! Professor RANDOOLLPPHH! I'm cummingg! AAIIEEEE! I'M CUUMMIINNNGGG!"

"Yes? Yes? Like it? Feel good, does it?" The perspiration-soaked Aaron Sorkoff held on tight to his student's convulsing asscheeks and, leaning way back, gave her everything he had. Grunting, sweating and trembling as his burgeoning cock wormed its way into the hotly contracting channel of female flesh, Aaron could feel his own orgasm spreading from his cum-filled testicles along the length of his rock-hard penis until at last, the scalding hot sperm shot forth up into the heated depths of her tight little womb.

"OochhH! Oh, Christ!" His head jerked backward, the thin gray strands of his hair wet and glistening with sweat as Aaron's eyes rolled toward the brightly lighted ceiling of the laboratory. For the first time he saw those lights with a new perspective. Science, he felt, was going to be another story from now on. His life was going to take on new dimensions! Aaron lifted Elaine's erotically trembling and quaking hips upward now, after releasing the soft warmth of her asscheeks and drove his wildly jerking penis to the hilt one final time. His fingers gripped so hard on the pale, naked flesh of her buttocks that the skin turned red where he touched. The married scientist emptied his ejaculating cock deep, deep into his assistant's wildly climaxing pussy and rejoiced at her lewd response.

Elaine made herself a willing receptacle for his copious discharge of sperm, receiving the jism within every fold of her ecstatically quivering cunt, feeling its warmth feeding the throes of her second tumultuous orgasm as she babbled forth a steady stream of jumble words.

"Oohhh, me, meee! Oooh NOoow, now, now! Oh, needed it! Needed it! Aaaagghh!"

Aaron Sorkoff watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He felt so many things at once that it was amazing. So many things that he worried about whether he would be able to record it all in detail later. Why, for example did he think of his wife Julie at this crucial moment? Julie who had never let herself go enough to have an orgasm like this in her life. Had Julie really ever had an orgasm or had she faked them all? While Elaine shuddered in carnal delight before him, Aaron pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and limp. But he felt more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what new and wonderful worlds of scientific achievement were opening up. Clumsily, the scientist got to his feet and, panting a bit, stood over the lewdly kneeling body of his young laboratory assistant. Then he turned and headed toward the bathroom. Before he went in, he called over his shoulder, "Miss Simon. Oh, Miss Simon. Don't go before I have a chance to talk to you. I have a few questions to ask about what you felt."

The cute laboratory assistant's eyelids fluttered, and she rolled over on her side, too weak to remain kneeling any longer.



"Julie!" The psychiatrist's voice was imperative. "You must calm down. Now remember everything we discussed in my office last Thursday."

"I do remember!" The pretty blonde 45-year old ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "But it doesn't do me any good remembering at the time. I'm telling you, Stan. I just don't know what I'm going to do! I feel like killing Aaron. Either killing him or killing myself!"

"Now, that wouldn't solve much would it?" Stan's voice was calm now, more like the voice he used in the office with his patients unless some other tone was called for.

"It would solve everything!" Julie was sitting in the bedroom of the apartment looking toward the big mirror that hung over the dresser. In it she could see herself, still pretty save for the expression of anxiety on her face. Her disheveled blonde curls hung to her shoulders which were naked except for the thin strand of the straps of her gown. The distressed wife hadn't even gotten dressed that day, and it was nearing dusk now. Her own words seemed to echo in her head as she stared at her reflection across the room. Then her attention went back to her analyst. He'd been talking for some time, she realized, and she didn't have the faintest idea of what he'd been saying. She was pleased to note, however, that she had brought out that "concerned" tone in his voice. He always sounded extra careful when she got to talking about killing herself. That would teach him, she thought. If I really did it. That would teach Aaron, too!

"Julie, you've got to understand that you must help yourself. In this way, you'll be helping Aaron, too. You see, you can't change him before you change yourself. He is responding to the old person in you, not the new woman you wish to be."

"I'll help him, all right! I'll strangle him next time he comes home and falls asleep on the sofa! I'll strangle him!"

"That's just the kind of thing I'm talking about, Julie!"

"Why do I have to be reasonable? I'm sick and tired of being reasonable. What's it gotten me so far? A tired old man for a husband! No sex, no one to talk to, no nothing!"

"Aaron is a very distinguished scientist. That's something."

"But what about me?" Julie vehemently pointed to herself while looking at her negligee-clad form in the mirror.

"You'll have to make your own way, Julie. That's what I've been telling you. Now as far as sex is concerned, you've got to realize that you can find sex outside of marriage. This might be just the thing to bring a little life back into the marriage."

"Oh, for crissakes, Stan. Where am I going to find a lover?"

"Other women manage."

"Are you trying to bring me up or put me down?"

"Neither, I'm just trying to point out what the trends are today. There's nothing sinful about sex, Julie, and more and more people are finding this out every day. One day you, tool will realize it."

"I'd love to realize it, but with my husband. That's why 1 married him. I didn't realize that it was going to be all over after the first two years. I mean, if I didn't know Aaron, I'd swear he had another woman!"

The prospect brought out such a rage of jealousy within Julie that her hand shook on the telephone. She was brought to her senses, however, by the thought. No, she would never commit suicide and let Aaron find another woman to marry. Another woman with whom he might be happier than he was with her! No, she'd never let that happen!

"How about you, Stan? Why don't you make love with me, since you're such a liberal type?" she asked tauntingly.

"Well, I don't think that would help your analysis, really," Stan answered. Julie hated him sometimes, and this was one of them.

"You're rejecting me," she told him. "Don't tell me you've never made love with one of your patients!"

"I didn't say that."

"GO TO HELL!" Julie slammed down the telephone and threw the entire set across the room. It made a satisfying noise of bells and thick plastic as it hit the wall, and the low hum of the dial tone reached her from where she sat. "What good is analysis anyway?" she asked herself out loud. Once more she contemplated never going to see Stan again. She couldn't see that the psychiatrist was doing her any good. But then she wasn't sure of that either. It was hard to tell. She certainly didn't agree with half the things he said to her. But then he was the doctor, and she was the patient. He was just about the only person that she talked to, and the thought of starting out all over again with another analyst was depressing to say the least as was the thought of trying to muddle through her life on her own.

Slowly, Julie rose and began to slip out of her black lace gown. It had been bought with the idea in mind of tempting her husband into some kind of interest in her. But it had not worked, of course. Tears brimmed to the blonde wife's eyes as she uncovered the smooth creamy planes of her naked body. Her large breasts were just as firm and attractive as ever with their rosy tips that were thick and pouting, just waiting for Aaron's fingers or even his mouth. She blushed at the thought. How long had it been since he'd made love with her? Really made love? It had been two weeks now since he'd touched her, and now as she thought about it, Julie realized that he hadn't actually touched her. No, he'd made a few in and out motions, his penis fitted snugly inside her, and then he'd cum and he rolled off to the side, and that was it. He'd never once kissed her or felt her breasts or anything else for that matter during the entire brief operation.

She just couldn't go on like this! The golden blonde area of her pussy caught her attention in the mirror. Her thighs were full and long, and the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks were just the right size. Why then couldn't she manage to attract her own husband? What was wrong with her? She knew that Stan would say, "There's nothing wrong with you, Julie. If anything there's something wrong with him, but that is not the point. The point is to approach the problem from an entirely different angle."

Well, tonight, that's what I'm going to do! Julie resolved. I don't care what, I'm going to get him to pay some attention to me!



Aaron Sorkoff pulled his Volvo into the apartment house garage and got out. He left it at the entrance within the building, knowing that Howie would come and park it for him in the space allotted to him. Then he took the elevator up to the 12th floor and stepped out. His briefcase contained the precious notebook in which he had begun the notes on his new experiment, including the short questionnaire which he had had Elaine Simon fill out for him. He was looking forward to rereading it all in his study once he entered the spacious apartment. He lived in one of the few old apartment buildings left in New York, a spacious apartment with high ceilings and seven rooms was a luxury that the professor fully appreciated. Of course, he had gotten the apartment through a friend when he'd gotten the post teaching at the University. He and Julie had moved from New Jersey seven years before and settled into the apartment. For a while Julie had grumbled about the hectic city life and the fact that they knew hardly any of the neighbors, but eventually she'd seemed to get used to it, or as used to it as she ever would. In any case, there was no question of moving for the professor. His work was here in the city, and his position was a coveted one among his colleagues. He taught several classes, lectured two times a month, and had unlimited use of the laboratories at the school. What more could he ask?

Sorkoff chuckled to himself as he fit his key into the lock and turned. Now he knew what more he could ask, all right! It was late, and the professor expected his wife to be in the bedroom sleeping. He would go directly to his study and reread his notes. By God! His loins were still throbbing at the thought of what he'd done to Miss Simon! He couldn't wait to go over the whole thing again, verifying his experiment.

With a spring in his step, Aaron went into his study and flicked on the light. To his surprise, he saw that his wife was sleeping on the sofa! "Julie!" he gasped. "What the devil?"

Julie sat up, blinking her eyes. She clutched the sheet up to her neck, remembering that she was naked beneath it. Now she didn't feel nearly as bold as she had earlier when she'd decided to waylay her husband in his study, the place where he spent most of his time when he was home. No, now she was just sleepy, and she felt foolish to say the least. But her husband stood looking at her so incredulously, his mouth gaping fish-like at the sight of her that Julie grew suddenly angry and defiant. Why did he look at her like that? How stupid he looked standing there with his briefcase wearing that same old overcoat and that hat that she hated. Was she such a stranger to him, so little a part of his life that the sight of her in his study would shock him so?

"I thought I'd wait for you here," she said tersely, "since you hardly ever get to bed anymore!"

'Well, really, Julie!" Aaron moved at last, placing his briefcase carefully upon his big oak desk and turning on the small lamp on it. He slowly unbuttoned his overcoat and took it to the closet and carefully hung it up the way he usually did

Watching him, Julie grew more and more distressed. "Are you going to continue to ignore me, then?" she asked.

Aaron turned toward her. "Why, I'm not ignoring you," he said. "I'm merely hanging up my coat."

This only infuriated Julie all the more. "Hanging up your coat! Huh!" she grunted, playing for time, trying to think of what tack to take now. The pretty blonde woman had visualized it all quite differently, and now she was forced to deal with a reality which was growing more and more confusing.

"I... I thought we might talk a little!" she declared, her blue eyes glinting with anger.

Aaron sat down behind his desk. "Talk? About what?" he inquired as though she had said the strangest thing in the world.

"Anything. About anything!" Julie spat out. "I'm a woman, Aaron! I need companionship. I need..." Her voice trailed off and a crimson shade colored her features. She grappled and twisted at the pink sheet she had [brought in from her bedroom, feeling more naked than she'd dreamed possible underneath. Why hadn't she just gone to bed as usual? It was Stan's fault that she had attempted this confrontation!

"Yes?" Aaron looked at his wife inquiringly. What was it anyway? Why didn't she leave him alone? Of all times to come bothering him, just when he was at the commencement of a very important phase of his life and his work.

"SEX!" The word slipped from Julie's lips and seemed to hang suspended in the room. Julie was aware of all the books on the shelf behind her husband's back. She felt mortified. How could she have said such a thing? She had, of course, intimated as much in the past, but never had she come right out and said it!

Aaron regarded his wife and realized for the first time that she was naked underneath the sheet. His first reaction was to look down at his briefcase as if to ascertain that it was still there. Just looking at it gave him a raging erection, and the middle-aged scientist could feel his penis pulsing with life again.

"Sex?" he repeated, dumbly.

"Yes!" Julie felt she might as well brazen it out now that she'd started it. "You'd think you'd never heard of the word!"

Aaron patted his briefcase absent-mindedly. "Oh, I've heard of it. Yes, I've heard of it."

Julie could stand it no longer. Suddenly, she jumped up and let the sheet fall away from her. There she stood, completely unclothed, her naked body lovely and trembling in need before her husband. "I'm not so bad, am I?" she asked. "I've got eyes. I can see myself in the mirror. I still look pretty good!"

"Yes, yes. You look fine!" Aaron hastened to reassure her, noting that Julie was on the verge of becoming hysterical. That was the last thing he wanted. It was so disruptive.

"Beautiful! Say I look beautiful!" Julie spat out. "SAY IT!"

Funny how now that Julie was standing there in front of him stark naked, he was thinking of Miss Simon. He would have to make a note about this. Nevertheless, Aaron felt a definite excitement growing again inside him. If it was sex that Julie wanted, he supposed that he could accommodate her at this particular moment. Anything for a little peace and quiet. Couldn't very well have her going around screaming half the night when he had work that he wanted to do.

"Beautiful. Yes, you do look beautiful," he said compliantly.

"Oh, Christ, why can't you ever say anything on your own?" Julie cried, disheartened. She felt ashamed and reached for the sheet to cover her body. "I'm leaving. Get on with your work!" she said.

"No, don't go, Julie. I've got a little time." Aaron got up and came toward her. As he drew near, the scientist could see that his wife was trembling and that she was extremely upset, and yet, he kept thinking about the voluptuous Miss Elaine Simon and how she had responded. "Come on, Julie, let's go into the bedroom," he said, taking his wife's arm gently.

Julie felt a surge of hope. A feeling of lewd excitement stirred in her loins despite her misgivings. Meekly, she accompanied her husband through the living room of their apartment, a room that was hardly ever used, to the bedroom. Once there, Aaron headed her toward the bed while he began to undress. Julie slipped under the covers of the bed and watched her husband of ten years as he took off his clothes. Her breathing was shallow, guarded, and her eyes were half-closed as she waited for him. She dared not make a prediction about what was to happen or to think too much about just how her plan had apparently worked.

But when the thick knob of Aaron's hardened penis came into view, Julie's heart skipped a beat. "Oh!" she gasped. She hadn't seen him look like this in years. Deep down inside, the blonde wife felt a sensation of impending happiness. She watched him coming toward her and felt a slight moistening down there between her legs. How she wanted him! How she loved her husband, still, despite everything! Soon he would be holding her, loving her. Perhaps he had finally seen just how much she needed him, needed to be loved by him.

She accepted him above her, felt the adjustments of his body to hers, the stomach that had thickened with the years pressed against her softness, her breasts touched up against his chest. Without too much ado, his knee spread her leg to the side.

"Oh, Aaron, darling," she sighed.

Then the round head of her husband's penis touched at the soft, hairy entrance of her vaginal slit and throbbed against the quivering length of the moist little furrow. Experimentally, Aaron moved his rock-hard cock up and down in the seething heat of his wife's yearning pussy until on one down- stroke, it was worming up against the tight entrance of her pussy. She felt it pushing against her and spread her legs hungrily, wanting the full, hard length of him way inside. She felt as though he'd never been so hard! She had to have him up inside her. Spontaneously, the excited wife placed both her hands on her husband's back, sliding them down toward his naked buttocks and holding on tight. Then spreading her legs around his body, she bent them obscenely around his back and pulled herself up brusquely, forcing his lust-stiffened hardness to slide directly up into the passion-drenched pit of her hotly waiting pussy. At first the tightness of her vaginal channel was a restrictive force, but then the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to his hard, male girth, and he was swallowed up to the tip of her womb. Julie thought she would burst with love for him as her lust grew minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be between them. Whatever had gone wrong before would be miraculously tightened by this act.

"Aaron, I love your love you," she murmured into his ear. Julie moaned, open-mouthed, as the tip of her tongue swirled excitedly within her husband's ear. The snug feeling of his warmly pulsing hardness up inside her quivering cunt gave her the sense of completion that she had missed. But all that was over now. They would make love often after this night, she just knew it! He was going to fuck into her with long, even thrusts, burying the head of his penis harder and harder each time. She was going to cum so incredibly against him!

Sorkoff held her like this for a long moment, making a mental note of his wife's impatience. He could feel his testicles dangling in the upturned crevice of her spread asscheeks, and a surging tingle swept through him.

"Nnnugh..." he groaned, his thick cock bucking uncontrollably inside the tightly clasping passage of his wife's desire-tautened pussy. His sperm broke forth without warning, jetting in sporadic jerks between the milking muscles of Julie's vaginal passage, splashing against the sensitive surface of her womb.

"OOohhaaah!" He cried out, as overwhelming sensations of orgasm traversed his jerking cock and sent chills of delight throughout his entire body. He was thinking of his work, of the many women he would study, of the success he would become. The book which would be on the best-seller list week after week. His picture in the Times, on the cover of Newsweek and Time. It was good! He collapsed heavily onto his wife's still body, oblivious to the soft warm feel of her nakedness.

"Mmmmmm," he sighed, and then came the regular cadence of his breathing.

Julie was so stunned that she scarcely had time to realize that it was over.

"Oh, God! Oh God, no!" she said. Bitterness and frustration rose within her, mixed with anger and self-pity as tears began to form in her eyes. She no longer felt beautiful. She felt used and ugly!

Brusquely, she slid out from under her exhausted husband and, getting up from the bed, fairly ran into the dining room where she found a bottle of wine in the cabinet and opened it. Hastily, she filled a glass and drank it down. She carried the bottle into the living room along with her glass and sat heavily on the couch in the darkness, drinking down the white liquid until the bottle was almost 3/4 gone.

Alternately, the distressed wife began to sob and laugh, and then scarcely aware of her own actions, her hands moved furtively to the heavy swelling of her full, well-rounded breasts. Her nervous fingers began to stroke the hardening nipples automatically. A growing current of warmth ran through her veins as if her own touch made up for her husband's lack of interest. With breathtaking clarity, memories of how Aaron had made love to her on their wedding night came back to her. She could almost feel the way his then-muscular body had enveloped her, feel his soft yet firm caressed and the hardness of his blood-filled penis as it inched upward into her eagerly willing pussy. Her eyes were closed now as she thought of all this and of the hours that they used to take in their love-making. Mindlessly, the pretty blonde wife ran her hands over her nakedly quivering body, desperately trying to soothe her loneliness and assuage the aching emptiness she felt.

"Oh!" the sharp gasp could not be suppressed as Julie felt a ripple of strong desire steal over her. She lay out on the living room couch, feeling her anguish building as her hands began to cup and caress her warmly tingling breasts. The distressed wife was painfully aware of the aching void down there between her legs. The wine had only served to make it worse. Suddenly clamping her erotically trembling thighs together, Julie struggled to suppress the insidious longing that crept throughout her loins, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse and strengthened it into a tightening knot of shameless arousal.

Tentatively, Julie pinched the throbbing tips of her nipples and moaned as rippling sensations of warmth spread quickly from their sensitively hardening flesh. Lewd images kept coming to her mind, the obscene hope she'd felt at the sight of her husband's desire-thickened penis haunted her. She pressed her open palm over the hair-covered mound of her wetly pulsating cunt. She pressed harder, seeking to contain the passion that seethed unchecked within, but only making it erupt within her love-starved body. Julie's finger stole gently into the pulsing folds of her moistly heated cunt, and for a split second, her middle finger brushed against the tiny nub of her clitoris, making her moan aloud from the sudden searing contact.

The lewd temptation of the forbidden act was too much for the disappointed housewife, and she felt the final vestiges of restraint giving away. With a savage moan of desire, Julie frantically rubbed at the source of her passion. Moaning softly, she allowed her caressing fingers access to the hairy surface of her desire-filled pussy. Breathing in ragged gasps, Julie propelled her fingers into the famished center of her cuntal mouth. The soft, vibrant feeling that came over her grew stronger as she lay there, lovely and naked in the dark, her fingers groping obscenely in the warm folds of her seeping pussy. Of its own will her finger, the middle one, sought the hard tip of her clitoris and teased and tormented the little nerve ending into a vibrant imitation of an erection.

"MMmmmm... Ooooohh!" she sighed in bliss as the tips of her fingers grazed her hotly moistened vaginal inner lips and then dipped hesitantly down to the tight opening to her femininity. With agonizing caution, the frustrated wife guided her trembling digit toward the sensitive little orifice and then with bated breath felt it sink into the silken sheath of her own desire- filled pussy. A jolt of pure unadulterated pleasure shot through her belly, and rays of pleasure emanated from that tender friction between her finger and the warm membrane of her wetly clasping pussy. Eagerly, the blonde wife explored deeper inside her own womanhood, reveling now in the self-given delight. She could feel her own fleshy vaginal walls as they closed in avidly around her penetrating finger, and suddenly it was clear that one finger was not enough!

It was a desperate need, and Julie could not resist plunging one and then two more fingers into the moistly heated opening. Testing the pleasurable results, the good-looking blonde began to swirl and revolve all three fingers within the hungering depths of her wetly clasping cunt.

Julie's other hand began to massage the upthrust mounds of her breasts as bit by bit, her crazed lust took more and more control. It must happen again! Her body must become used to, accustomed to the full passionate ministrations of a warm and loving male! She just couldn't go on like this! Her wine-dazed brain desperately sought the answer to her dilemma even while her fingers brought a semblance of the satiation that she needed.

In the darkness, Julie could make out the dim furnishings of the living room, the bookshelves, the paintings, the overhead chandelier, the tasteful sculptures upon the cabinet. When her eyes had remained fixed on one particular sculpture for a few seconds, Julie knew that it was when she had been looking for. Somewhere in her subconscious, the memory of that lewd abstract piece of art had remained. Long and cylindrical, its smooth shape was reminiscent of nothing so much as a male phallus, and a male penis was exactly what Julie Sorkoff wanted and had to have. It did not matter at the moment that it was far from real, for even as the drunk and distraught wife staggered up from the couch, she knew that it would feel better than her pitifully inadequate fingers in the tormented fire-pit of her shamelessly pulsing cunt.

"AH!" Julie grabbed at the object and felt an immediate surge of joy as the thickness of it made itself felt in her palm. She knew right away just how it would feel rising high inside her tormented pussy! Rushing back to the couch with the sculpture in her hand, base and all, Julie recalled with a certain amount of maniacal glee that her husband had given the sculpture to her one Christmas many years ago. Little had he dreamed then, that she would make such a good use of his gift! Already the absolutely smooth glistening wood called 'Tribute to Space' was touching the quivering surfaces of her outer cunt! Julie manipulated the work of art skillfully, almost as though she had done it before, even though Julie could not remember masturbating since she was a girl of thirteen or fourteen. But it was easy now to hold the thing by the base, and as she lay with her eagerly trembling thighs spread out wide to place the rounded tip of it at the wetly tingling opening of her pussy. Now all she had to do was push!

A vague nagging doubt lingered in the young wife's brain. What am I doing? Have I gone mad?

The lascivious image that she must present, lying there naked in the living room while her husband slept peacefully in the nearby bedroom made Julie falter for an instant. Then just as suddenly as it had come, the image went, to be replaced by that of her husband, Aaron, snoring by now no doubt in the bedroom. Blind fury took control of the inebriated blonde wife, and taking hold of the base of the wooden penis, she thrust it inward, forcing the tip-end of it between the gaping split of her sensitive vaginal lips. It rose upward, thick and full and hard within the tightly clasping channel of her cunt while Julie began a muttered chant, her voice tense and feverish:

"His fault! His fault! It's all because of him! He's made me do this!" Julie sobbed and grunted alternately as the penis- substitute filled her sensuously pulsating pussy and as she relentlessly forced the long, hard shape past her wetly quivering vaginal lips up into her belly.

"Oh, God!" she sighed finally in relief. It was embedded right up to the mouth of her womb. Automatically, her loins began an involuntary gyration against the lewd object which was a copy of an original work to be found in the Modem Museum of the city. Warily at first, but with a growing assurance of what she was doing, Julie began to slide the big phallus-shaped object of finely polished wood in and out of her gratefully accepting channel.

"Oh, it's good!" The frustrated scientist's wife could hardly believe how well the thick girth and the satisfying length and firmness fulfilled her great need. New and more reassuring waves of a once familiar pleasure washed over her.

Within moments, Julie had begun to twist and turn, her legs moved crazily about on the sofa, one frequently hanging off toward the thickly rugged floor, the other sometimes climbing up to the back of the cushion. Wide, wide, wider! The naked wife gyrated lewdly, obscenely beneath her own self-fucking, as if she were seeking to win some kind of prize for lasciviousness. Julie's loins ground up eagerly now, her mouth working grotesquely in an incessant stream of passionate mewls.

Then with appalling suddenness, she was on the verge of her longed-for release. It was too soon, and yet not soon enough. How long had she waited and wanted this moment? In her fury, the professor's wife jammed the elegant sculpture, the thick wooden pole of her lust, harder and faster into her churning cuntal depths.

Julie's face flushed with a pink moistness, her expression twisted so that she had a look of utter insanity as she strove to fulfill both the roles she had given herself. She was both giving and receiving the hard, thrusting fucking. And then a low, almost mournful wail slipped from her throat as the first shudders of her long awaited pleasure began to convulse her. The golden strands of her hair spread in an iridescent tangle about her head as the excited wife began to spin in the wild vortex of her orgasm. Colors and feelings molded into one behind her tightly closed eyelids. The wet, sluicing sounds of her shameless masturbation met her ears and increased her excitement at this moment of intense climax. In and out, in and out, the substitute penis worked upon the sensitive tissues, bringing her a joy she's almost forgotten existed. What Julie wanted, she gave herself with the help of the lewdly shaped piece of sculpture. Moan after moan escaped the harried woman's lips as the pseudo-cock fucked upward between her widespread thighs until finally a whirlpool of desire grabbed her and spun her about until she had lost all sense of time and place until she had forgotten just who she was and why she was nakedly sprawled upon the living-room sofa.

"I'm there! I'm there!" she called into the darkness as the acute sensations reached their impossible heights. Body trembling and glistening with perspiration, Julie hovered at the peak of her pleasure and then fell back, plunged into the dark unconsciousness of oblivion.

It was hours later when the exhausted wife awoke to find herself trembling with cold, still lying on the sofa. The gray light of dawn was filtering in through the sheer curtains of the living room.

Mortification and guilt struck her and clung like a heavy fog as she looked at the obscene object that lay beside the couch. With a gasp of horror, Julie jumped up and tried to clean off the statue. She did the best she could at the moment and then hid the thing in a far corner of the cupboard. Trembling with shame and cold, Julie ran into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom she shared with her husband. She stood under the hot shower for as long as she could, and then total fatigue, both physical and mental, made her stagger out, dry herself and cover up with a thick terry-cloth robe. The bedroom had a depressing look about it as, still clad in her robe, Julie got in beside the lump that was her sleeping husband. She refrained from touching him as she fell into a restless sleep.



"Hello, Stan! This is Julie Sorkoff, I... What? Oh goddamned answering service! Tell Stan I need an extra appointment this week. Yes, tell him I'm coming today whether he likes it or not!" Julie slammed down the telephone and went to her mirror again. Her nervous fingers moved through her hair as she tried to cope with the facts of the night before. "This is it!" she said to herself. "I can't take any more. Something has to give!"



"Yes, this will do fine!" Aaron Sorkoff was extremely pleased. The apartment was very close to the campus of the University. In fact, it was one of several off-campus buildings owned by the University. This proximity would make it simple for him to continue his teaching while he began the new work that would make him famous.

"Sexual Research Foundation." The words sounded just right in the interior of Aaron's head as he signed the papers stating that he would rent the apartment for the next two years. Yes, in only one year's time, Aaron knew that he would have moved on to bigger and better spaces, but meanwhile, this would do just fine.

"I'll be using the place for my research," Aaron told the superintendent who was in charge of rentals.

"Certainly," the Super said, feeling proud that he was renting to one of the profs at the University. Much better than the usual rowdy students up there smoking dope and carrying on. It would lift the reputation of the place a bit, he thought to himself as he accepted the one month's rent for deposit, and two month's rent in advance from Dr. Aaron Sorkoff. He looked at the signature on the check and then pocketed it with a little smile of satisfaction.

"Just let me know when you'll be moving in," he said.

"Why, immediately! If not sooner!" Aaron replied, massaging his hands as he thought of the young waitress up at the College Cafe. What a fine subject she was going to make!

It was three days later, and Jenni stood pouting at the angle of the counter, her mind a million miles away. God, if she could only get out of there. Did she dare to say she wasn't feeling well. She could tell Mort, the boss, that she had a headache. But she'd already done that last week. She would have to wait at least another week before she could try again. Already Mort seemed displeased with her. Well, what did he expect? Did have to act as if the damned College Cafe was her whole life? Even though she spent so many hours working there, Jenni wasn't about to think about it as having anything to do with her real self!

"Creep!" she said, mentally noting that Mort was looking out from the office door in the back, seeing that there were already two customers waiting at her station while she stood ignoring them. "What a colossal bore!" she thought, casting a glance in the glass roll box which allowed her to see a reflection of her pretty baby doll features highlighted by the bright lights in the cafe. Her wide blue eyes looked as if she had never had a wicked thought in her life. In fact she had had a few, but so far most of her wicked actions had been confined to generally making her admiring boyfriends' lives miserable.

With a walk that told a great deal about how cute Jenni thought she was, the 18-year old waitress ambled over to the first customer, the one nearest her. The other seemed to be gesticulating, indicating that he had arrived first, but Jenni kept her eyes carefully away from his. She'd wait on the closest first, and that was that! Let Mort, the manager, crap in the back room if he saw. Let him fire her! Tonight she couldn't care less. Jenni held her pad poised, the little pencil was already circling doodles on the sheet of paper. "Yes?" she inquired.

"Good evening, Jenni," Professor Aaron Sorkoff smiled and cleared his throat. "This evening I'll have a cup of the minestrone soup. Is it good? Do you recommend it?"

"Sure! The chef made it up fresh this afternoon!" Jenni said. She liked Professor Sorkoff. He came in almost every evening, making his little jokes. It was better than the dull simps and the weirdoes and the wise-acre students who thought that they were something because they were at the University and she wasn't.

Jenni turned and gave one of her little wiggles, knowing that Professor Sorkoff would appreciate the splendid curvature of her un-pantied asscheeks. The nylon slip that she wore under the white nylon uniform allowed the clear outline of them to show, including the split of her curvy buttocks. Then she went to the soup shelf, took down a can of Minestrone and opened it, then put it in the special soup heater. She turned and winked at Professor Sorkoff as it got hot. He was really cute, she decided, with his gray hair and his brief-case. She'd heard some of the kids talking about him too and had learned that he was a hard, but a good teacher. They always sounded a little bit in awe of him, whereas she was on really friendly terms with him. It made her feel good. She turned back to the machine and poured the hot soup into a bowl, her other hand already reaching for the little pack of Saltine crackers that would be served with it.

Jenni wondered if her boyfriend Ben was really going to meet her that night like he'd said. He'd want to make love to her later on, that was for sure, and Jenni wasn't sure she wanted him to. Make him wait a little? Instead, maybe when she got home she'd call up somebody who wasn't expecting to hear from her, and go over and fuck all night long. That might be more fun, she decided, for Jenni wasn't a girl to do things in any ordered way. The more she confused her lovers and drove them out of their minds, the happier she seemed to be.

Don't let them count on anything! That was one of her little mottoes, and stuck to it pretty well, never becoming terribly emotionally involved with anyone while at the same time stringing as many people along as she could.

"Here you are, Professor Sorkoff," she said, moving as slowly as she could back to the counter to prevent from spilling the soup. Jenni was not the most agile waitress in the world, but she didn't lose any sleep worrying about it. She was noticing, however, that Aaron Sorkoff's eyes were fixed upon her proudly jiggling breasts as she set the soup in front of him. This pleased her immensely that a man of such scientific background could find her attractive. She stood posing in front of him a moment to let him get a good look at her size 38C, ignoring the continued gesticulations of the other customer who was still waiting.

Jenni finally turned to the other man. "What do you want?" she said nastily. Routinely, she took his order, aware that Professor Sorkoff was following her every motion with his eyes. This was more attention than he usually paid to her, and Jenni couldn't help wondering if he was going to make a pass at her that night. She waited on two more people while Aaron finished his soup at a leisurely pace. What would it be like sleeping with Dr. Sorkoff, she wondered. It might be interesting, she thought. He would probably tremble when he touched her, she thought, a little smile of amusement playing about her full, Bardot-type lips. Jenni's strawberry-colored hair gave off a sheen that no real hair color could ever imitate, but it gave her a certain effect nonetheless. It had been a dull uninteresting chestnut color before, and then blonde, and now this "stylish" red. Jenni went over to a far corner of the cafe and surreptitiously ran her comb through her shoulder length hair before tying it back once more. She didn't care if any of the customers saw, but Mort would give her hell if he saw her.

Her other customers had gone now, and only Professor Sorkoff remained. If he was going to make a pass it would be now, she figured as she walked back toward her counter. The last "older" man she'd slept with, Jenni recalled, was her high school principal, and she knew that if she hadn't she never would have graduated. What a lousy lay he'd been too, she thought ruefully. Lots of panting and tugging and then wham team, thank you, ma'am. Then he'd asked her to watch while he masturbated. What a bore!

Jenni found herself hoping that Professor Sorkoff might be more interesting. For one time, what did she have to lose?

"A little experiment?" she repeated, after Aaron had broached the subject to her. "Nearby, you say?"

"Yes, my new lab is just around the corner, as a matter of fact. I would be honored if you might consider being one of my first, uh, assistants!"

"Yeah, sure!" Jenni thought. "Why not?" she said aloud. "I get off at 11:00. Give me the address and I'll come on over." She arched an eyebrow and waggled her hips a bit.

Aaron smiled and left a quarter tip, his usual, before sliding off the stool. Then he carried the check to the cashier, paid and stepped out into the crisp night air. He hurried back to the new "lab", for he had to have all in readiness for the young waitress's arrival.

Taking the steps two at a time, the graying scientist arrived at the third floor landing. He fit his key into the first lock, turned it, and fit a second key into the police lock. The iron bar slid aside as he entered the apartment. The hall was as grim and colorless as he had found it, but the living room had been turned into a rather comfortable looking room. There was little furniture except for a foam rubber mattress on the floor with an Indian throw over it and a few cushions spread about on the carpet. The walls however had been tampered with, and if one looked carefully one could see that the rug area around the bed had been carefully cut and recovered to allow for the placement of certain devices.

Aaron hurried to the control panel that was in the adjoining room and turned on the electronically motivated instrument. It was a comparatively simple machine to construct, borrowing university equipment of course, and Aaron himself had considerable experience with stimulatory devices where his test animals were concerned. To make certain changes allowing for a human experiment was a snap for the talented professor.

The two way mirror was archaic, but would work admirably for his own first experiments, Aaron felt, as he peered into the empty living room, his "lab". Already the bed was beginning to vibrate, and Aaron had but to touch a few other buttons and he knew that the whole thing would come alive. But this would wait. Right now, he had to hurry and change into his white coat. Carefully, the middle-aged professor removed all his clothing, and placed it in a closet. From the same closet he removed his working coat, and put it on over his naked body. A shiver went through him as he felt its cool crisp cotton fabric covering the warmth of his exposed flesh. Why, he wondered, had he waited so long before breaking away from the dull routine of the University? Why had he waited so long before beginning to live?

The excitement was making him get a full erection already, and hard, meaty head of his erect cock grazed against the material of his loose-fitting white coat arousing him even further. Aaron rubbed his hands together and refrained from touching the blood- swollen girth of his penis. It was enough at the moment to anticipate Jenni's arrival. Aaron Sorkoff began to pace back and forth, reminding himself that a good scientist would never anticipate the results of an experiment. He would just have to wait and see what happened, given the laboratory conditions and the predispositions of the subject!

The bell rang with a strident sound that made him jump. Then Aaron was coolness personified. The tougher it gets, he reminded himself, the cooler I must be! for already Aaron had started thinking about his wife, Julie. He broke out into a sweat as he made ready to open the door. Why on earth would he be thinking about her now? But try as he might, even as Aaron Sorkoff opened the door to see the pert 18-year old standing there, he was remembering his wife's words as he left the apartment earlier that day. "You can't ignore me! I'll show you! You can't keep on pretending that I don't exist!"

Aaron had closed the door behind him and gotten the elevator down to the garage. "Now why would she think that I don't think she exists?" he wondered to himself. Obviously, he knew she existed. Sometimes he got theater tickets and they would go out together. Sometimes, he even looked at television with her. True he wasn't much of a conversationalist, but then he always had so much on his mind.

Aaron's thoughts trailed off, and he realized that he had been standing there for a good moment, staring at the first subject of his new "work".

"Well, are you going to ask me in?" Jenni smiled a crooked little inquiring smile at the older man. Really, she was thinking. Is he potty or something? You'd think he didn't even remember inviting me by!

"Come in... oh yes, do come right in!" Aaron said formally, ushering the curvaceous little teenager into the apartment, and carefully locking the door behind her.

"Expecting burglars?" Jenni asked. She was chewing gum and wondering if she should have gone out with her boyfriend after all instead of standing him up.

"Not at all, not at all!" Aaron was rubbing his hands again. "I, uh, well, in the big city, one can never be too careful, you know!"

"Oh, I don't believe all that stuff. Nothing ever happened to me!" Jenni looked around her with a certain amount of distaste. "This is where you do your experiments?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Aaron replied. "Step right this way, won't you?"

"Oh boy!" Jenni rolled her eyes as Aaron turned his back to her and led the way to the living room. She looked inside. "Is this going to be boring!" she said to herself, not quite knowing what she had expected, but knowing that it was something more interesting than this!

Aaron stood awkwardly beside the girl for a moment. She seemed smaller, shorter now that she was no longer behind that counter. And seeing her dressed in her street clothes made her look entirely different. A "crazy fur" coat gave her squared shoulders, and her legs appeared shapely but somehow more vulnerable than before in their black stockings and high-heeled wedgies.

"So let's get on with the experiment!" Jenni said. Might as well get it over with. She turned, sizing up the professor once more, finding him more uncertain, more timid than she had when he was her customer sitting on the other side of the counter. Clearly, she would be able to handle the whole thing, she figured. He certainly wasn't going to be what Jenni would call a powerful lover!

The young girl thought of her boyfriend as she had glimpsed him a few moments before, standing on the corner waiting for her to get out of work. Instead of going to meet him, she had ducked down the street as quickly as possible while his back was still turned, thus avoiding all confrontation with him. He must have found out by now, she figured, I've gone! She felt a moment of regret, and then a sensation of elation. She'd have some fun with Professor Sorkoff anyway!

"Uh, are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"Sure I'm ready. Can I sit down on the bed?" she asked, indicating the mattress which appeared quite normal since Sorkoff had turned off the electronic system.

"Yes, yes. And uh, if you'll just take off your clothes. "

"Take off my clothes?" Jenni stared wide-eyed at the scientist. Perhaps it would be more interesting than she thought. She'd seen some fast workers before, but jeez!

"Yes, I assure you, this experiment will be done in the purest scientific tradition and uh, the results will be completely ... oh, yes, dear me... completely confidential."

Jenni reclined upon the bed, and smiled up at the professor. "I should hope so!" she said.

"Oh yes," Aaron insisted, "unless, of course, you wish it otherwise!"

What an odd-ball! Nevertheless, Jenni was beginning to feel an interesting kind of excitement in spite of herself. Wasn't this what she was after, the unusual in life, the chance encounter? The unexpected? Maybe she could have a terrific orgasm with this professor, just because he was so weird. Already little flutters like butterflies let loose were making themselves felt in the young girl's lower belly. Her ripe young breasts felt heavier than usual as she lay back and their weight pressed against her chest.

"As I said," Aaron muttered, "just get undressed and remain motionless on the bed with arms extended thus..." He placed her arms in the position he wanted and then moved back. The professor fumed and left the room, while the 18-year old redhead watched him leave, a classic expression of confusion etched upon her pretty but not-too-bright features.

But before she could begin to try to figure it out, Aaron Sorkoff's voice transmitted from the neighboring room came to her through the carefully placed speakers throughout the lab.

"You may begin to remove your clothes now!" he said in a kindly, disinterested tone.

Jenni was so put off balance by the events that she automatically began to take off her clothes. Perhaps it was some real experiment after all, she thought, while all along she had been thinking that Dr. Sorkoff just wanted to get in her panties. Why, he wasn't even in the same rooms Jenni was profoundly impressed by this fact, and by the fact that she thought Sorkoff could not see her. In fact, he was studying her every sensuous move through the two-way mirror which occupied a large space on one wall of the room. Trembling a little bit, the lushly-endowed waitress took off her monkey fur coat and put it neatly on the floor, adding to it her black, almost skin-tight dress.

Jenni was completely naked beneath her short, one-piece slip. The flimsy nylon had to act as both brassiere and panties for the young girl's full figure and it succeeded at neither. For the first time in her life the young girl hesitated a moment before revealing the total nakedness of her flesh. Always, even when she was thirteen and it was the first time, and she had been alone with her aunt's husband and he had taken her into his bedroom while her aunt was away... even then, she had not hesitated a second, but had pretended to her uncle that she was not a virgin.

Jenni had always been ready for lovemaking, but somehow, she did not know what to expect this time, and it made her uneasy. Nevertheless, she was here now, and she might as well get on with it, the voluptuous redhead figured. Afterward, maybe she'd even call her boyfriend Ben and apologize for standing him up. With a little quiver of her full lower lip, Jenni dropped the thin straps of her slip, sliding them off her shoulders and letting the soft garment fall to the floor. Then she bent over and unrolled her gartered stockings until the sheer black material slipped off her toes and made another addition to the pile of her clothing on the rug.

There was a slight indentation on the pale white flesh of the young girl's upper thighs where the garters had left their mark. Apart from that Jenni's naked form was flawless. Some might have complained about the fleshiness of her sensually ripened breasts which were far larger than most girls', but somehow on Jenni the warm quivering mounds of flesh, each one centered with a thick brown nipple with crowns the size of silver-dollars, took on a graceful air that offset her nicely rounded hips and small nipped- in waist. Her skin was of a pale translucent quality that added to the over-all effect of beauty. The tawny brown of her pubic "V" snuggled perfectly up between those full thighs as Jenni moved slowly back to the bed.

From his superb vantage point in the next room, Aaron Sorkoff took in the dimpled swellings of Jenni's asscheeks as she turned from him. Slowly, he spoke into his own tape-recorder, making certain that the room loud-speaker was off. Scientist or not, Sorkoff couldn't help waxing rhapsodic when describing his first real subject's attributes.

"A perfect nineteenth century figure which houses the face and mind of a twentieth century child. She's all breasts, hips, and thighs, a creature made for loving, for sex."

Aaron Sorkoff gazed into the mirror and saw that Jenni was sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. He flicked a switch.

"Lie down please. Face down!" he instructed.

Jenni giggled nervously and then lay down upon the bed.

"Arms out, please!"

Jenni extended her arms as she was told and was shocked to suddenly feel clamps spring from the bed to encircle her wrists, effectively holding her down to the bed.

"What the fuck?" cried. "Let me out of this contraption! Hey, where are you? LET ME OUT! " Jenni struggled furiously against the iron clamps but to no avail. All she managed to do was to raise her legs upward, to kneel up, to pull backward. But none of these actions did anything toward freeing her wrists from the encircling bonds.

"If you will calm down, Jenni, you will find the position quite comfortable, I think," Aaron's voice was quiet, almost reflective, as he watched the naked young girl's responses, and carefully noted same by speaking into his microphone.

"What are you trying to do to-me? Please don't hurt me, please don't!" Oh God! She'd heard of crazy scientists before, but she never realized they did crazy things like this!

"Why, I wouldn't dream of hurting you, Jenni," Aaron expressed surprise and then continued, "the manacles may hurt if you pull too much against them, but you will see that they are necessary for the experiment. Now shall we progress?"

"Oh Christ!" Jenni closed her eyes tight and tried to keep from crying, forcing herself to lie still face-down on the bed. She had no idea what was going to happen to her, but she suspected that she would regret not having met Ben before the evening was over.

"There, that's fine!"

Jenni was gradually beginning to realize that Dr. Sorkoff could see her without being seen. The naked 18-year old tried to keep her wits about her, but it was a difficult task faced with such a peculiar situation. Her breathing was shallow as she lay terrified upon the bed, waiting to see what would happen next. There was not long to wait, for as soon as she stopped moving about she found her ankles subjected to the same kind of clamps that held her wrists. Guided by electric eyes, the metal protruded from the sides of the bed to enclose the delicate flesh of the young girl's legs.

"OH no! No!" Jenni cried out, really terrified now. Oh God! She was in the hands of a maniac! This new position was worse than anything. At least before she'd been able to move her legs. She was hopelessly lost and she felt that her captor might be insane enough to keep her this way forever. No one would certainly miss her for at least a month, everyone knew she was so capricious that she might disappear for weeks at a time. Her only salvation lay in seeing this through no matter what. In making the best of it somehow. She felt her tears coming in earnest now, and self pity enveloped her. For some reason she felt contrition for all the suffering she had inflicted upon her friends and lovers. It was as if she was now going to be punished for being so mean to them, even though she knew that Aaron Sorkoff had no way of knowing what kind of person she'd been. Or did he?

"Now, my dear. I want you to start to talk. You will give me a short history of your sex life And never mind too much the little scientific instruments that you'll be feeling, just go on talking as best you can."

Scientific instruments? The phrase merely added additional fuel to her fear. Jeez! She had to humor him. Had to!

"I... uh, where do you want me to begin?" Jenni's voice was frail and thin as she made an attempt to be brave in hopes that she would please her captor enough to be let off fairly soon.

"Right at the beginning! Did you play with yourself. Tell me everything!"

Jenni sobbed and then dug into her memory for her first sexual experience. She noticed that, as she started to speak, the bed began to vibrate gently. It made her uneasy to say the least, but spread-eagled as she was on her belly, she could do nothing about it. "When I was ten... I washed my pussy and found out it felt good."

"Go on, go on!"

"I, uh, used the wash cloth to rub and rub, and it felt better and better!"

"Yes?"

"Then I was taking a bath one day and just lying there in the tub playing with myself... and I came all over the place." She blushed and hesitated.

"Then what?"

"I used to do it all the time... any place, with anything I could find." Jenni's ripened breasts swelled downward into the softness of the foam mattress which was vibrating at a gathering speed now. In her helpless, prone position the waitress began to feel a difference in the pressure points of her nipples, as though they were being massaged differently, separately. She could feel their tips hardening as the lewd tingling titillation continued, and she groaned and stammered out her story, feeling a kind of humiliation she had never known before. The white rounded cheeks of her vulnerable buttocks stood high behind her, cool in the air of the room, and she felt a renewed stab of fear at just how totally helpless she was.

"Now, my dear. I want you to make a decision. Since you are no doubt an expert on masturbation, you must have used a brush handle before?"

Jenni gulped. "Yes," she admitted. The warm tingling in her breasts was growing unbearable. "A brush."

"And what else?"

"Anything, perfume bottle tops, thick fountain pens, a rubber glove, my mother's douche tip, once a frankfurter that I sneaked out of the refrigerator and then put back when I was finished!" Jenni stuttered, not knowing if she was helping her plight by this secret information or making it worse.

"Fine, fine," Aaron said, reassuringly. The graying scientist had found it necessary to move one hand beneath his laboratory smock, between the buttons. That way he was able to coddle the burgeoning thickness of his painfully throbbing erection. His cock was rock-hard and quivering with impatience, standing at attention as he fondled it lovingly, not forgetting to record his own reactions to the lewd spectacle he was creating.

Aaron pressed a button on the control panel in front of him, and in the other room the young girl gasped. Down between her wide-spread thighs, exactly at the tender split of her helplessly positioned pussy, the 18-year old redhead felt something beginning to stir. It felt like a big hard cock, but Jenni could tell right away that it was made out of rubber or plastic. It had odd grooves in it which began to twist slowly along the exterior of her defenseless little cunt.

"OH! OH!" she cried out in horror.

"Nice?" Aaron asked. "Like it?"

"No! I hate it. It's cold and hard and awful, I hate it, hate it!" Jenni screamed out in spite of herself.

"Perhaps you will like it better when it gets inside of you. It has some very special attributes, you know." Aaron pressed another button, and the thing down between her legs began to shift position. Try as she might to avoid it by hunching up, the thing seemed to have a will of its own and it headed directly for the little hairy entrance to her pussy. Jenni groaned in anguish as she felt the big knob of its head beginning to try to wriggle inside her. It was far bigger than any human penis she had ever felt inside of her, and in addition its odd-shaped head was quite unsettling there against her nakedly trembling intimate flesh.

"Oh God, no, please," she whimpered. "I don't want to do this. Please don't do this to me!"

In the control room Aaron's teeth were bared in a lewd grin as his fingers moved rapidly up and down on his own naked cock. With a jerk, he abruptly stopped himself, for he had been on the verge of cumming.

"Oh God," he thought to himself, "it's been more exciting than I thought!"

"Never mind, dear!" he said to Jenni, panting slightly. "You'll enjoy something of this I'm sure. Just tell me which attachment you like the best." The controls were in full action now. On the panel there were lights blinking at him signaling which portions of his diabolical machine were in operation. The next button set another light to functioning as inside the room Jenni screamed.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhgggh!" Every sinew of Jenni's naked young body was taut as she felt the thick object beginning to embed itself inside her private flesh. The hairy tightness of her pussy stretched wide to accept the nudging intrusion despite Jenni's wish to expel it from her.

"Toooo big!" she gasped out, "much tooo biggg!"

"You're a little tight, aren't you?" Aaron asked. He was remembering the first time he'd made love with Julie, when they were both much younger. How tight she'd been, almost a virgin, he was sure, although he'd never asked her. They'd made love on the grass in New Jersey, behind the house he'd been renting at the time. Dr. Sorkoff coughed to clear his mind of the intruding memory and brought his attention back to the work at hand. "Well, never mind," he said, "you'll loosen up, I expect!"

At that point the lewd object reached the farthest point inside the captured girl's straining pussy, and the tip of it, blunt and smooth as it had been before, began to expand almost as though it were growing hair, little nubs of semi-soft rubber protruding from all sides as it began to vibrate softly against the sleek inner membrane all around it.

"Nnnnnnn..." It was an eerie sensation, not at all comforting at first, and frightening especially since she was in no way able to control it. Jenni could feel the tiny little pin-points of rubber touching her most intimate, most sensitive places. There at the tip of her womb, high in her wide-stretched pussy the weird object massaged and vibrated, moved up and down, twirled round on its own, creating the most incredible sensation that Jenni had ever encountered.

"You like that kind of loving, don't you, dear?" Aaron asked, noting that Jenni was beginning to quiver all over, and that the indicators he had before him of blood pressure and mental activity were showing marked increase.

"Oooooh... ooooooohhh!" Tears rolled down Jenni's cheeks as she screamed for the scientist to stop the long thick cock that was teasing high up in her pussy. But the penetrating machine only seemed to grow more frenzied with her, and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart while the exposed nub of her clitoris was subjected to a little bumping pressure from below the mattress. She was lubricating on her own now, making the inner channel of her besieged pussy so wet that the machine made lewd sluicing smacking noises with each stroke.

The tips of her nipples were being titillated by the same kind of sensual vibration that seemed to center at her breasts. Jenni's toes squirmed as violent shudders of delight coursed along her nervously perspiring body. The tightly clinging channel of her cunt was on fret Jenni seemed to tinge all over, and yet all she could do was moan and plead for Dr. Sorkoff's mercy. Why had she ever come here in the first place? Why? She would never, ever do such a thing again, if only she could get out of here alive and with her sanity too'

"Let's see how you like this one!" Aaron said, smiling at his success and pushing another button which automatically canceled out the electronic message to the part of the machine which controlled the little rubber protrusions. They were replaced by the emergence of small suction cups which extended to the edges of Jenni's inner walls, attaching themselves and beginning a gentle rotation and sucking where before there had been a tickling, teasing sensation.

"Oooh!" the huge unbending rubber phallus throbbed on, seeming to go deeper, but in reality expanding while her moist warm flesh clasped tightly around it. Jenni felt her body slowly changing into a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were tightly shut now as she struggled against the rippling waves of unwanted pleasure that rushed through her helplessly trapped body. She fought against them with all her might, but the machine created more and more indecent desire within her. The very thought of her own helplessness, instead of infuriating her as before, began now to weaken and infiltrate her with a new awareness of herself. Was this what she had secretly wanted all along? Someone, something? that could give her pleasure and take none in return? Was this why she could never treat anyone who loved her with respect, for fear of giving up too much of herself. It occurred to the 18-year old that there was nothing to lose here, no human being was touching her, despite the fact that the professor was obviously manipulating the sex-machine. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her sudden submission to the nefarious instrument.

My God, Jenni thought, I love it! I love this goddamned machine!

"Now you like it, yes?" Aaron inquired, regarding the distinctly lascivious expression on his captive's features through the two-way mirror.

"Ooooh!" she groaned helplessly, all the while feeling her tightly swollen breasts bewitched by the soothing vibration at their nipples. It seemed the full rounded mounds of naked flesh would burst from the exquisite pleasure coursing through them.

Jenni tried to arch upwards, flinging her long red hair from side to side as she felt all resistance fleeing her mind and body. Just as suddenly as the pleasure had come to her aroused young body, it was suddenly gone, as experimentally Aaron Sorkoff withdrew the thick head of the cock from the raging heat of Jenni's now-willing cunt.

"OH NO!" she gasped.

"No, what?"

"NO! No I... I..."

"You want it to fuck you some more now, don't you?" he asked, unable to erase the self-satisfied tone of his voice. "Then say it, my dear. Say it loud and clear, and you shall get your wish. Maybe you were on the verge of cumming? Tell me what it was like the first time you came with a man. Tell me all about it!"

"Oh Christ, you sadistic bastard!" Jenni writhed in frustration as all the vibrations of the innocent looking couch ceased. "I was fucking my uncle. My uncle's cock was fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around his neck, he was holding onto my ass! And I came!"

"Yes?"

"Oh give it to me, give it to me! Give me the machine!" All resistance had drained from the 18-year old's distorted mind.

"I still fuck him!" she said desperately, hoping that the machine would return to life faster if she gave more information. "I fuck him whenever I feel like it and I... make... him... lick... my... shoes-!!"

The maddening but thoroughly desired probing of the artificial cock returned, spiraling its way up into her unresisting pussy, fucking upward with new girth, the sucking cups alternating with the little rubber points white the over-all vibration of the bed resumed.

"OH GOD, it's good, go on, go on!" As best she could the young redhead bucked downward into the fucking machine and began to blurt out incoherently all the vile, filthy words she knew which was a considerable lot. "Oh, Christ! It's the best! The very best! Oh fuck me, machine! Fuck Jenni good!" she blurted.

Aaron Sorkoff looked out from the control room with lewd delight at the sight of the sweat-glistening body of the helplessly strapped-down waitress, his first subject at the lab. He could see the big white mechanical penis he had devised doing its upward skewering from beneath and below the redhead's widespread legs. He timed the thrusts to match the contortions of her face, carefully noting the exact speeds and strokes in his recorded notes. Back and forth, suction, ticklers, rotate, swell, double-time forward and backward flick. Dr. Aaron Sorkoff's fingers flew on the control buttons as he began to invent new combinations of the lewd series of actions.

There in the room which the professor called his "lab" the girl could feel the sudden rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. It had been a long time coming, and now it was upon her. The perfect lover had found a way to give her the kind of pleasure she truly needed, a pleasure that would in no way commit her, a pleasure which would not be reciprocated. No horrid man would get anything from her this way. No, there was nothing given, everything taken! The very hopelessness of her position, and the debasing ravishment of her nakedly trembling body brought a promise of a new orgasm, a different orgasm. She sucked in her breath as she felt her insides erupting with pleasure as though she were a volcano, dormant for too many years, now suddenly brought to life after sporadic rumblings.

The 18-year old waitress's tongue flicked out to lick at her parched lips now as the building pleasure suddenly burst forth and the cry of unfettered joy came from her throat. Her orgasm flooded in great rocking waves within her and the cuntal muscles that surrounded the gyrating fake penis rippled crazily along the artificial surface as her liquid passion seeped outward and her vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base. It was an indescribable sensation for the young girl who had thought until now that she knew everything there was to know about sex. Now she knew that that was far from the truth. Whole new vistas were opened up to her now that she understood something about her true relationship to the world, to men, to life.

"I love you, fucking machine!" she gasped. "Oh you lovely, lovely machine!" Tears of pure bliss fell from her usually mocking eyes. She felt a sincerity of feeling that touched hitherto hidden recesses of her heart. Obscenely the young girl wallowed and wriggled about on the bed until at last the last button was touched, the last panel light gone out. She lay feeling the beautiful throbbing of her own insides, the low hum of pleasure that still dwelled in her streaming cunt.

Her eyes fluttered open as Aaron Sorkoff came into the room and stood watching her for a moment. If only he doesn't spoil it, the girl thought in a moment of panic.

She watched as the scientist reached into the front of his white coat, and brought out the thick raging shaft of his penis.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, tremulously.

"I already have," Aaron answered, his mind miles away. Why did he have to be thinking about Julie at a time like this? It was absolutely spoiling everything.

"No... no! It wasn't you! It was the machine!" Jenni gasped, for she could still feel the residue of pleasure that it had given her.

Aaron stood uncertainly, holding his nakedly pulsing penis in his hand.

"Can I ask you something?" Jenni said at length.

"Yes, what?" Aaron was already putting his dully pulsing cock away. It was no use fucking her now, his heart really wasn't in it.

"Can I come back some time?"



"Why I thought you weren't home nearly enough before! Now you're never here! What on earth are you doing?" Julie demanded.

Aaron slumped into a chair in the living room. He'd been trying to avoid this confrontation for days now, ever since he'd opened up his new lab. Getting subjects had proved harder than he thought, and the luck that the middle-aged scientist had had with his first two subjects had not held true for the rest. In order to be completely scientific about it, Aaron had been forced to decide that he must advertise for his subjects. He had just returned from placing three separate ads in what were known as "free" newspapers. He hoped that in this manner he might be furnished with a constant supply of new subjects. It was no good having Jenni the waitress come back again and again as she wanted to do. He'd already exhausted the wealth of information that he wanted from the young redhead and was ready to move on to other things.

"What I'm doing will make us both famous!" he retorted.

"Hah!" Julie turned from the counter where she'd been mixing herself a drink. "What do I care if we're famous or not? What I want is a husband!"

"What am I?" Aaron realized as soon as he said it that he ought not to have. With a moan, he kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes inside his socks. Worrying about his work at the lab, plus teaching classes and counseling students was beginning to exhaust him. But Aaron tried to be optimistic. Soon he would be able to devote his full attention to the Sex Lab. The holidays were coming up and he'd have a good two weeks in which to do all the research he wanted.

"What are you?" Julie downed a fast Bloody Mary, scarcely blinking as the stiff content of vodka hit her stomach, not to mention the spiced-up tomato juice. "That's what I've been wondering!" she spat out. "That is exactly what I've been wondering! Why I hardly know you anymore, Aaron. We're like two strangers living in the same house!"

"That's not my fault!" Aaron retorted, even though he was almost sure that it was. What could he do about it though? He was who he was, and what was it she wanted from him?

"I want somebody to love me, to hold me, to mix me a drink from time to time. To talk to me when we sit down to dinner!" Julie blurted out, her lower lip quivering as she regarded her seemingly impassive husband who had begun to rub his feet. Faced with Aaron's silence, Julie went on. "I want someone who cares what I've been doing all day!"

Aaron looked up at his wife. She'd done something different with her hair, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Did you cut your hair?" he asked.

"Oh God! That was last year, I cut my hair. I'm wearing it down instead of tied back," she snapped, starting to make another drink.

"1 knew there was something different," Aaron muttered. Why did this interminable conversation have to continue when he had so many other important things to think about?

"You BASTARD! There's something different all right! I'm starting a new life. I'm a woman and I need a man, and I'm gonna get myself one!" Julie whirled and flung the glass she'd been holding across the room aiming it despite her anger so that it whizzed just above her husband's head and crashed behind him on the wall, creating an enormous blotch of dripping red. Then she stood there, still dressed in her blue wool dress, the one she'd worn to her meeting with her psychiatrist, her fists clenched, neck tendons taut, her whole being defensive and belligerent.

To Julie's surprise, she saw her husband rising, anger contorting his features in such a manner that he looked truly unrecognizable to her. She had wanted to get a reaction, anti for a split second she was pleased to have gotten some kind of rise out of her usually passive husband, until she realized that it was going to be a reaction over which she would have no control whatsoever. Aaron looked crazy, like he'd suddenly flipped out just the way she was often threatening to do! She was smart enough to recognize that she'd gone too far and that she'd struck some subconscious chord which was making her husband respond violently. Quickly she backed away from him as she saw him coming toward her.

"How dare you?" Aaron growled. "How dare you even bother me with this petty crap? Here I am trying to do the best thing for us, for my career. Trying to show the world! Here I am knocking myself out and for what? To come home and get nagged by a shrew"

Aaron took hold of his wife's shoulders and began to shake her hard, so hard that her head snapped back and forth and her teeth chattered against each other.

He's touching me, he's touching me! Julie realized, even as she struggled to get away from her husband. He's paying some attention to me!

She pulled away and spat out, "So what? Now you won't have to worry, I'll go get myself somebody young, somebody who can still make love!"

That did it! Julie turned and ran out of the living room, terrified by her own boldness and by the fact that Aaron was coming after her fast. She zipped into the bedroom and slammed the door trying to lock it before Aaron got inside. Already the scheming blonde wife was wondering if she could get into the bathroom fast enough to lock that door and then perhaps pretend she was going to take some pills. Maybe she would take some! Maybe she ought to! The distressed wife didn't have time to think this plan through however, for Aaron pushed the door open just before the lock caught.

"Too old!" he bellowed. "If you only knew!"

"What! Is there something I'm supposed to know?" Julie sneered, moving to the far wall trying to reach the bathroom door. "All I know is that you can't last more than one-two-three! Mr. Wham Bam, thank you ma'am!" The blonde wife turned and dashed into the bathroom and closed the door as quickly as she could, but a robe that was hanging on the back caught in the opening, and Aaron was there before she could get it closed and locked.

He pulled his wife by the hand, with such strength that she came flying out of the bathroom. Taking advantage of this momentum Aaron threw her bodily upon the bed.

"I'll show you!" he said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah?" Julie was defiant still, unable to believe what was happening between her and her husband. Perhaps Stan was right, perhaps a new approach, was all that was needed. Perhaps this was it? Flushed and excited, Julie continued to provoke Aaron even as he hiked up her dress unceremoniously. "Some rapist you'd make! Hah!" she gasped, panting from the exertion of rolling against him and struggling in a half-hearted attempt to get away.

Goddamn! she was treating him worse than an animal, talking to him like that. He'd show her a thing or two! With a growl Aaron yanked off the sheer panties that covered her loins. If only he could tell her the things he'd already done, the experiments, the advances he was making for mankind! And womankind! Of all times for her to question his virility! His manhood! He stood staring down at the nakedly revealed split of his wife's blonde pussy. Julie lay completely still now, hardly daring to breathe. She was painfully aware of her husband's lascivious stares at her near naked body and wished that she hadn't started all this, despite the fact that he was obviously interested in her sexually. But he seemed so strange that for the first time Julie felt really frightened of him.

She looked at him, lifting her head up a little from the bed and became aware of the bulge which was growing up between her husband's legs as he knelt on the mattress before her. She stared at it fascinated and even while she was staring, Aaron's hand pulled down on the zipper of his pants. The thick length of his hardening penis leaped into view, the head smooth and glistening, the length of it sinewy and pulsing.

"Like it? Want it?" he leered down at her, waving its length up and down obscenely.

"Aaron!" Despite herself, Julie was profoundly shocked by her husband's behavior. She'd never seen him do anything like this. Never! It was a far cry from the love-making she desired, from the tender arms holding her, wringing pleasure from the tender depths of her soul.

The disturbed scientist's wife wanted to, indeed tried to look away, but somehow her eyes were magnetically glued to the immense male instrument in front of her, and she found herself shivering in lewd anticipation.

Calmer now that he knew what he was going to do, Aaron began to strip off his clothes. He was thinking of the next day's experiment, if someone showed up from the ads he'd placed. It was all planned out, but this way he'd get a little advance information. "Damn you, Julie!" he grunted, "I don't want to do this, but you force me to!"

"Force you to what? What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy?" Julie was alarmed by her husband's words, beginning to feel distinctly vulnerable and foolish for having gotten herself into such a predicament with her normally innocuous husband.

Aaron then reached down and, tangling his fingers in his wife's long blonde hair, pulled until she was forced to turn her head, and eventually her whole body. Then he pulled her hips upward towards him into a kneeling position so that Julie was unable to do anything other than balance herself on her elbows, with her naked buttocks waving lewd and helpless in the air. She tried to struggle but the tight grip her husband maintained on her hair caused her such pain that she confined her resistance to heart-felt moans.

"Quit whining, you! You brought this on yourself. But at least it's all for science!"

Then kneeling up behind her, he flicked his hand, further bunching her wool dress up around her hips so that it would be out of the way. Aaron once more regarded the smooth naked asscheeks that were mercilessly exposed to him.

With painful slowness, the professor spread apart the quivering cheeks of her ass. Julie desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his grasp, but her husband dug his fingers into her buttocks, his nails scraping the tender flesh, holding her in place.

Julie began to sob softly. It was no use! She knew that she could scream her lungs out and still her determined husband would not release her until he was ready. Somehow it felt as though this moment had been predestined, that her whole life had been leading up to this dreadful second of time when her husband would turn into a madman and humiliate her so profoundly that she would never get over it. Her life was in a shambles. She'd made a muddle of everything. Hadn't she known all along that she would? Hadn't her own mother once said as much to her once, long long ago? Psychologically, the distressed woman felt absolutely helpless, his to be used as he wished.

Aaron ran his hand up the inside of his wife's sleek-fleshed thigh, all the way up to the softly curling tendrils covering her pussy. His hand grazed her silken pussy hair and he felt his enormous cock give an excited lurch. He wanted to subjugate her now, to hurt her the way she'd just hurt him, to make her see that he was a man, an important man! Just when he needed the most support at home, here she was undermining him, drawing his attention from his work. It wouldn't do. It just wouldn't do at all.

A shiver of excitement coursed through him as he saw for the first time in their marriage the tight puckered ring of Julie's anus as it nestled teasingly down between the milk-white loaves of her flesh. He sucked in his breath as he saw it clench and contract in fear under his gaze, the dark ring of flesh flexing-relaxing in a most enticing manner. Experimentally, the scientist probed his outstretched middle finger at it, feeling his wife cringe under his touch.

"You'll have to spread them wider than that!" he snarled, and Julie moaned again. She didn't know what Aaron wanted from her and was afraid of what he might do. His thumbs were pressuring her nakedly quivering buttocks even further apart when suddenly his tongue snaked down and traced along the soft yielding crevice, and then it was wetly probing at the exposed anal orifice, darting and teasing at it unmercifully.

Julie had never in her life experienced such an obscene thing, and the fact that her normally staid husband was performing such an act only served to frighten her all the more.

She groaned helplessly down onto the bed, feeling the wetness back there. The over wetness that was lewd to the extreme as it coated her hidden flesh with a slippery coating of his saliva.

There was a motion on the bed behind her, and she realized that Aaron was rising up behind her. The captured housewife cringed and jerked uncontrollably as she felt the immense length of his bloated penis press into the middle of her widespread anal crevice She could feel the unrelenting hardness of the tip pressing against her defenseless little anus, and then Aaron's strained and unfamiliar sounding voice reached her, filling her with even more dread. "Let's see if you like it back there!" he announced, almost as if he were talking to himself.

"No-no!" she sobbed piteously. Oh God! He was depraved, holding her like this, saying such awful things. She wouldn't, couldn't, give in to him!

Already her fearfully cringing rectum felt as if it were on fire as Aaron began to grind the bulbous tip of his lustfully engorged penis into the tight entranceway. Even though Julie tried to block out the very thought of it, she knew that he was going to try to put his long hard thickness up into her rectum, to take her anally. The thought of her husband perpetrating this inhuman, perverted act upon her brought shame and loathing to every portion of the subserviently kneeling young blonde's being. In her most secret thoughts she could never imagine such a thing happening to anyone, let alone her! Yet here it was happening!

Here she was kneeling like a captive slave in front of him, and his obscenely swollen cock was still prodding at her? worming upward into her painfully stretched rectal channel, trying to split her wide apart! Vainly, Julie clung to the last bit of hope she had. That perhaps her husband would come to his senses and realize what he was doing.

"Please! Please? I didn't mean it, Aaron! I swear I didn't mean it. It's just that I get so lonely. I can't stand not having you as a husband!"

But it was too late, and the terrified wife knew it. Without even bothering to answer her, Aaron looked down angrily at his wife's tightly resisting, virginal anus.

Christ, her asshole is tight! But it's good on my cock like that, squeezing and twisting. What's it going to feel like once I get it up all the way inside?

Grunting, the scientist lurched forward with renewed strength and felt her futilely straining rectal orifice popping slightly and then giving way to the inward motion of his swollen cock-head.

"Aaaaaaah NONONONO!" Julie cried, flailing herself from side to side trying to escape this barbaric invasion.

"Oh, Aaron stop, Oh God, I can't stand it!" forward, pushing her tightly resisting nether flesh before him with the lust- hardened shaft of his penis.

Julie was engulfed in a shattering, soul-warping agony, which built up and up to a horrid crescendo as her angry husband continued to worm his thick rigid cock forward inch by inch creating a torturous path into the depths of her bowels.

"Uununuunnnnnnnnn!" Julie sobbed as she felt the rock-hard shaft of her husband's sodomizing penis sink to the last centimeter in her tightly clenching anus. Then he held it there, embedded deeply up inside her for a long moment. Julie's sensitive rectal passage could feel its surface pulsing unnaturally, stretching the sensitive walls beyond their normal limits. Then he began to fuck slowly in and out of her, each sodomizing thrust widening the already strained channel of her rectum.

Aaron moaned through clenched teeth, happy at the steady whine for mercy that came from his helplessly kneeling wife's lips, glad of the pain he was so obviously causing her. Glad without knowing why he was so glad! He could feel a turmoil in his sperm-laden testicles and his massively pulsating hardness felt near to bursting.

She'll think twice now before tangling with me! he thought, confusedly as he viciously fucked in and out of Julie's wide- stretched anus. The middle aged scientist's breath was short and ragged, and he knew he couldn't keep up the savage pace much longer.

Dear God, please let it soon be over! Julie prayed. The pain had finally somehow stabilized into an overall ache that she was sure would never leave her, compounded by the fact that Julie knew that she was living the most horrifying moments of her life thus far. She saw herself as a young and innocent little girl, and then as a romantic lovely teenager, then the starry-eyed young woman who had married Aaron Sorkoff, visualizing a life filled with honors and quiet satisfactions. None of these things was true. Nothing she had thought about the world had fumed out to be so!

Shame and mortification clouded her brain. How could she ever hold her head up again after this bestial anal rape? It was with nothing but loathing and revulsion for both of them that she endured the rest of it.

Moaning, Julie felt sick with shame as she felt her husband's fleshy cock fucking faster and faster into her, his loins flattening harshly against her nakedly upthrust buttocks with each slamming stroke.

Suddenly, Aaron stiffened and groaned out, "Aaaaah I'm cummmming! Oh your ass! Your beautiful ass. Oh, I'mmmmm cumming!" and he was pumping his hot cascading sperm deep into her defensively clasping back passage, sweeping her thighs wider apart as he crushed his loins up against her one last time, ejaculating the last of his heated semen even deeper than before into her impossibly widened anus. Finally, Aaron slipped down in a semi- swoon upon her as Julie lay stunned beneath him.

"1'11 get even with you! I'll get even!" she muttered under her breath, feeling a shame and anger that was unequaled in her memory.

"You'll pay, you rotten son of a bitch!"



It was six o'clock the following evening when Aaron heard a brief ring at the lab door. He hurried to answer it for fear that whoever it was would change their mind and go away again, the ring was so timid. After unlocking all the locks he was surprised to discover a young woman with such a prim look about her that he couldn't imagine that she had actually answered one of the ads he'd placed.

"Yes?" he said carefully. She was probably a student who'd made a mistake in the apartment number of one of her friends.

"Uh, I saw your ad," the young dark-haired girl commenced.

"Oh, yes! Please do come in!" Aaron was formal as he ushered the neatly dressed girl into the apartment. Which ad? he was wondering to himself. But the nervous looking girl searched in her pocket-book and brought out a slip of paper which proved to be his ad.

Serious scientist seeks young women interested in furthering researches. Small remuneration in return for linguistic efforts. Apply between 6 and 8PM. 933 West 119th Street. Apt 24.

Aaron rubbed his hands nervously. "Ah, yes," he said. "Please come in and we will begin. The girl followed him down the hall to the living room. The professor waved toward the bed and suggested she sit down. "I'll be right back. Must get some instruments first."

The girl looked around her curiously and then sat down, placing her handbag on the floor beside her. From the other room Aaron watched her with interest, and then he spoke into the microphone. "Before I return, I would like to ask you a few questions. Your answers, of course, will be confidential. Would you mind?"

The girl looked startled and then glanced all around her looking for the hidden speaker that was transmitting Dr. Sorkoff's voice to her.

"No, no, I don't mind," she said simply.

"Tell me about your linguistic abilities," Sorkoff said.

"I uh... well what do you want to know?"

"How they began perhaps," Aaron coaxed.

"I used to suck my little brother all the time. That is until mother caught us. After that I just looked for people to suck all the time."

Aaron carefully recorded the information he was seeking while gathering together the equipment he needed for the experiment. When he went back into the other room at last, the young girl was still talking for the "record".

"Just thinking about it gets me excited," she said in a voice that indicated a good solid family background. When she looked up and saw Dr. Sorkoff returning too the room, the young girl licked her lips with anticipation.

"Let me just attach these electrodes first," Aaron said, his hands trembling. He, himself, could hardly wait. What a find! This girl was the perfect subject for this portion of the experiment.

"They hurt in the least," he said, as he taped little recording devices to the girl's neck and wrists. The subject couldn't be much more than nineteen or twenty years old, Aaron thought as he made sure the instruments were in working order. She was pretty, but so expressionless, that Aaron wondered how she managed to get through life. Even her most intimate revelations were revealed in the same dull-toned voice, the same proper pronunciation. A curious case! Yet she was nicely built, from what Aaron could see of her, well dressed, if a bit somberly, with good legs which she held tightly closed and pressed together. The girl's big brown eyes were dull and listless as she allowed Aaron to complete his adjustments.

It was only as the scientist stood before her, undoing the buttons of his white coat, that the girl began to show a little interest. Even though she was "wired", Aaron had made the attachments so that his subject would have the utmost freedom of movement. He would have the benefit of knowing exactly what her bodily changes were as she progressed in the experiment.

He released the bloated hardness of his fully exposed penis, noting that the girl's eyes opened wide in anticipation.

"Shall we continue?" he asked pleasantly, observing her minutest reactions.

"God, yes!" she said, reaching forward and pulling the older man toward her until his nakedly pulsing cock was directly in front of her face.

"I want to suck it!" she whispered hoarsely, so softly that she might not have spoken at all.

"Then suck it!" Aaron said, placing his hands on the completely clothed girl's shoulders and pulling her further toward his heavy-veined penis.

"Yum!" said the girl. And Aaron noticed how pretty she had become, her entire aspect was changed just by the sight of his long, thick penis. Now she was lively, animated, her eyes sparkled with unabashed excitement.

Aaron shuddered as he felt the girls fingers closing around the pulsing hardness of his fully erected penis. As he looked down the university professor could see the girl as she began to rub the wetly lubricated tip with her thumb and forefinger, and then enchantingly she moved the swollen cock-head until it touched her lips. Then with a sudden gasp her mouth opened wide. Instantly, unable to control himself a second longer, Aaron flicked his hips forward, sliding the full length of his blood-filled penis deep within the confines of the young stranger's wetly availed lips. Aaron could feel the heated saliva of her oral cavity closing around his pulsing hardness as he tangled his fingers into her hair and held on as she began a gentle sucking motion.

"Ah, yes, ooooh oh, YES, Aaaaa Mmmmmmm!" the middle aged man murmured, as the young girl's lips willingly hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her tightly compressed mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her oval lips each time he drew back, and Aaron couldn't help enjoying the sight of the "subject" as she happily slavered over his raging hardness.

Passion mounted in his loins as the professor's thoughts wandered. Automatically he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his hardened thickness all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside the warm moisture of the brunette's wide-stretched mouth.

But he was thinking of Julie and how she had responded to his punishing treatment. He'd never in their life together done such a thing to her, or to any other woman before for that matter. Interesting how Julie had, at one point, almost seemed to like it. Interesting, too, that she had been gone the following morning when the alarm clock buzzer woke him up. Where could she have gone to anyway. Probably off seeing that crazy psychiatrist of hers!

What a waste of time and money! Christ, why didn't I ever get Julie to suck me off like this? It just had never happened, that's all. In the early days they'd made love all right, and a great deal too, but always she same way. It had just never occurred to him that they might do anything else. Interesting!

Aaron groaned as he thrust his loins far forward into the warm buttery mouth that was eagerly accepting his cock. It was far, far better than he had imagined it would be. The girl was, without a doubt, talented! Her glimmering dark-eyes were alternately wide open and fixed on his entering penis, or closed in delight as she sucked hungrily, his rock-hard penis. Aaron knew that her physiological reactions were being meticulously recorded by his devices, and that later he would be able to set the record straight as to his own feelings. In a way he was free then to luxuriate in the astounding pleasure that this young girl was giving him. He sighed ecstatically now as the girl he'd never seen before in his life licked his massively swollen cock with a slow almost tickling motion, running the length of his sturdily throbbing penis and back again, then moving down to lap at the soft flaccid skin of his desire-tautened testicles. Shudders raced up and down the scientist's spine as he felt his manhood more alive than ever! How could his wife have ever doubted his capacity? How could she dare to think that he was "over the hill" where such matters were concerned? He bet her backside hurt enough today to remind her that he was still virile!

"OH God!" he gasped, burying his hands deeper in the thick mane of the girl's dark hair which now hung down like a veil around her face. She smiled at this heartfelt compliment and then brought her mouth down again over the burgeoning head of the professor's lustfully aroused penis, enclosing its thick circumference completely within her velvety mouth.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Aaron Sorkoff moaned, giving himself over completely to the excruciating sensations which engulfed him as the excited girl caressed the imprisoned head with her tongue, flicking with the tip at the tiny opening at the top. She continued to greedily suck and lick his impossibly swollen member while, with one hand, she massaged the soft wrinkled sac of his balls while she stroked and rubbed the base of his penis with the other. Then she really settled down to business! The agitated girl released the now bulbous head of the professor's blood- engorged masculinity from her mouth and easily lowered her working tongue to his balls again. With a deft almost artistic motion, she used the flat of her tongue to coat the sperm-bloated testicles with her warm saliva, increasing the riotous sensations that were already going on there.

Aaron planted his feet wide apart to maintain his balance as the heady sensations engulfed him. Christ what a tongue! He could see the top of the orally oriented girl's head as she bent lovingly over his thickly heated shaft. Then her tongue swirled once more around the protuberant column of rigid flesh, and she began to suck on it with renewed strength. She slid her availed lips down the full glistening length of it until the spongy head grazed her tonsils and then her mouth slithered up his heated hardness again, stopping just under the smooth rubbery head.

Flurries of steaming impatience were gathering inside his belly, and the lewd revelation that he was being sucked under such controlled circumstances added to his growing passion.

"Oh keep on, keep on!" he groaned, feeling uncontrollable, undeniable surges of fiery warmth sweeping him along on the road to final ecstasy. It occurred to the dedicated scientist that almost any man would want to be in his place. Definitely, sucking in his book was as good as, if not better than fucking! The muscles of his stomach had tightened until he thought they might snap under the pressure, and now the middle-aged man worked his lips silently uttering inaudible exhortations to suck harder.

Then, suddenly, he gasped!

The moment had arrived and it corresponded with the lewd moaning that was coming from the girl's throat. He could feel his pent-up sperm beginning its wild race from the sanctuary of his cum-filled testicles heading toward the tip of his penis. They both moaned in lewd delight as heated streams of his semen ejaculated into the wildly sucking girl's open mouth. Aaron's hands tangled cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head down to his climaxing loins as he rammed his madly jerking cock almost all the way down her greedily accepting throat.

The girl with the oral fixation went on sucking voraciously as he emptied all his white-hot sperm into her greedy little mouth. And then, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, Dr. Sorkoff softly moaned his last and grunted finally as the last drops from his battered penis dribbled into the beautiful young creature's willingly gulping throat.

"Christ, she's sucked me dry!" Aaron announced for the benefit of his tape recorder, for he felt as though he had never been so fulfilled in all his life. His insides felt sapped, drained of all life, and yet a fierce eager tingling still inhabited his boiling loins.

Abruptly he could feel the young stranger withdrawing. Cold air struck his sensitively pulsing cock and he was startled to look around him and see that he was still in the sparsely furnished living room of his "laboratory". He had never really forgotten where he was, but until this moment, all awareness of his surroundings had been on a purely minimal level.

"The dark-haired girl looked up at Aaron, a crazed expression in her eyes. "More? she said. "More!"

"Uh... right now?" Aaron asked.

"Yes!"

The girl made a new attempt to gather up the professor's rapidly deflating penis, licking her lips with a lewd hunger all the while.

Aaron backed away and offered a compromise. "You stay right here, and I'll get you as much as you want.

"Oh yes, more cock," the girl muttered, dazedly as though she were an addict who needed a fix.

With this promise, the professor slipped out of the room and hurried to the door. Downstairs at the fraternity apartment he knew there would be at least three or four young men who would be more than willing to satisfy his subject's odd craving.

Within two minutes there were five eager, but somewhat doubtful, studs trooping into the laboratory. Aaron had very carefully refrained from telling them too much about his experiment in advance, but he was pleased to note from his vantage point in the next room that the girl rapidly clued them in, and the boys were all too willing to accommodate her, no questions asked.

Could one girl do it? Aaron was curious to see just how she would go about it. But instead of doing them one at a time as he had anticipated, he was astounded to see that the young brunette turned into