Chapter 2
Kirsch now disclosed that interviewing Edie Mayfield had affected him more powerfully than a casual observer would have thought. True, his prick had not been fully erect when he had first pulled it from his trousers, but he quickly brought it to a satisfactory degree of stiffness and lost no time in shoving the massive, flaring head of the organ into the heated lips of his wife's pussy. She groaned savagely when she felt the tool begin distending the rim of her cunt, forcing that tenderly aroused slit into a circular shape and then enlarging it; he pressed harder against her and soon had the head planted firmly within that delicately aroused opening.
Brigitte responded quickly. She kept her eyes open wide, a tactic that allowed her to devour Edie's handsome young pussy visually, and leaned back against her husband with genuine relish. She swayed her hips from side to side and then began rotating her pelvis, so that she could work her hot, slick cunt up and down the shaft of his cock as he fucked it into her. Edie, entirely unaware of the abandoned scene taking place at her feet, continued to sleep quietly.
As Kirsch increased the tempo of his thrusts, and directed them even deeper, Brigitte's language gradually took on a new tone. She switched from her lilting English to the Viennese dialect she had grown up speaking, the musical form of German she had acquired in the gutters and back alleys of her native city. It was the same dialect spoken by the whores and pimps who had formed her only family and it was exquisitely graphic in its depiction of her pleasure as she received Kirsch's increasingly violent thrusts. When she felt her cunt being pierced to the very bottom, she reached between her quivering thighs and began rubbing a fingertip over her stubby, rock-hard clitoris; the added sensation brought further charges of pure sexual arousal to her already tortured nervous system. She was intensely hungry for sexual stimulation of the broadest, most stirring kind and she allowed nothing to interfere with her search for that goal.
"Unngghhh!" she groaned. "Deeper, damn you, fuck my heart out! Agghhh! You're-oooooh-fucking me to death, you're tearing my cunt apart! Ugghhh! I'll suck your cock, I'll suck it with my cunt! I'll drain the come out of your balls! Oooooh, get it in deeper! Harder! Aurrgghhhhh! Owwwww!"
Kirsch said nothing. Only his glittering eyes and the labored pace of his breathing indicated the extreme state of his emotion. He held on to her hips to steady himself and continued whipping his lust-hardened cock in and out of her wet, hot sheath. There was nothing tender or loving about his fucking style at that moment: he was ramming her with a carefully calculated violence, a style that aimed only at total sexual release for both of them. At times he lifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, but immediately afterward he dropped back down and flexed his knees, thus ensuring that his prick slid into her lathered cunt from a variety of angles. He also twisted about slightly, further changing the angle of entry, and in all cases Brigitte responded more ardently than ever.
No man could have withstood the frightful pressure applied by Brigitte's artfully skilled cunt She had long ago mastered total muscle control and she could flex and contract her abdominal muscles in ways that made her cunt nip and grab at a prick or a finger with amazing virtuosity. Even as she rotated her hips and pelvis about the axis of her husband's big cock, creating a massive friction against the tool's surface, she added to that abandoned effect by clenching her muscles and forcing her cunt to squeeze down hard against the length of hard muscle. She did this in part because the effort strengthened her own sensations, through bringing the highly aroused surfaces of her cunt more firmly against his plunging prick, but also in part because she knew the stronger caresses would bring about a more devastating display of manly exuberance when finally he released the sperm locked in his balls-and she had long ago discovered that an exceptionally powerful climax on her lover's part ensured an accordingly greater degree of orgasmic release on her own part.
"There!" Kirsch grunted, heaving into her once more and then holding himself tight against her throbbing hips. The rough material of his fly rubbed harshly against the lips of her pussy but that only gave her yet another source of erotic stimulation. "There, now you have it! Ohhh, my dear, you have it now! You have my cream, all of it!"
His balls began pumping heavily and his thick, lust-stiffened prick leaped powerfully as it contracted, shooting the passionately heated jets of sperm into her cunt. Those contractions, together with the spurts of liquid fire-for so his sperm seemed to her to have become-sufficed to give Brigitte the last dollop of sexual pleasure she needed. She screamed out once and then pressed her face down against the couch. Her hand moved off her aching clitoris and cupped his massive balls, then brought the hairy, egg-filled bag up snugly against her vulva. She rubbed his balls against her pussy and derived yet another kind of sensual arousal from that unique feeling; at the time she even fancied that she could feel the huge eggs contracting as they pumped out the thick, hot squirts of come.
Brigitte's cunt reverberated to the pounding insistence of her own climax, which became far stronger when she felt her husband's prick begin shooting sperm into her body. She continued twisting and writhing about against him, fucking hard, and did not stop until she had exhausted every semblance of sexual feeling in both their bodies. She pushed back against him one last time, just as though she might be trying to force her cunt even further down over his prick, and then rubbed against him with a slow movement of delicious pleasure. She pressed his balls against the lips of her pussy one last time and then allowed her hand to fall to the couch.
"A beautiful fuck!" she murmured, resuming her English. "So much spunk! Mmmmm, I love feeling it go off inside me like that!"
"Now you must clean me off," Kirsch replied. "Regrettably, we do not have enough time to enjoy the aftereffects thoroughly."
He pulled out of her and kept his stance at the foot of the couch. Brigitte sighed and then slipped off to kneel on the floor in front of him. His cock had lost part of its stiffness, now drooping at about a forty-five degree angle, but it was almost as large as it had been when he was pressing it into her cunt with the utmost fervor. Thick, ropy strands of semen clung to the broad shaft, which also glistened wetly with her cunt's joyous effusions; altogether the tool presented an aspect of unbridled licentiousness.
Brigitte's deep blue eyes sharpened noticeably when she contemplated her husband's wet prick. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she examined that well-fucked organ; she bent closer to inhale the aroma of fresh sexuality. The sight and scent collaborated to arouse her once more and she took his cock into her mouth with as much pleasure as she had showed when first it went into her cunt She moaned deep in her throat as the salt-savor of their fucking spree assailed her taste buds and sent her senses again reeling with an arousal so swift and complete as almost to be nauseating. She reached down to hike up her slip and began masturbating as she sucked. Her fingers pried at the slippery rim of her cunt, from which Kirsch's load of sperm had already begun to trickle; she began spreading the thick, creamy goo over the lips of her pussy. Feeling his come against her fingers affected her almost as powerfully as tasting his cock and she quickly fingerfucked herself into another climax. As the final wave of tempestuous joy rippled through her loins, she forced her lips all the way down his thick cock until she felt his pubic fur brushing against her mouth. The head of his prick had speared deep into her throat and she kept it there, relishing the sensation of fullness the extra-thorough penetration gave her.
"Enough," Kirsch said after a moment. "I would love to continue, my dear, but we have other duties to perform."
"Yes," Brigitte muttered when she had pulled her face away from his loins. "Eyerman will be waiting in our office for the recapitulation of the interview."
"True," Kirsch agreed. "By the way, you must congratulate her on the skill with which she deceived young Mayfield. Her lies seemed to throw the girl completely astray."
Julia Eyerman, Kirsch's executive secretary, had provided the mechanism by which he and his wife had duped Edie into submitting to the sodium pentothal examination. Julia, an elegantly tall brunette of about thirty, had directed Edie, her assistant, to search through Peter Armstrong's file for a report which she knew was not there. Brigitte, primed and ready, had entered the file room just at the moment when Edie was plowing through the manila folder and thus could claim, with a semblance of legitimacy, that she had surprised the girl in the act of reading a patient's file without authorization. Edie had, of course, answered that she was simply carrying out her superior's instructions. When asked for confirmation, Julia had denied giving any such order. Julia's sudden desertion of the girl had left her very much at sea and thus far more amenable to Kirsch's suggestions.
Orlando Kirsch had plotted the entire affair with his usual thoroughness. An honor graduate of one of the country's leading medical schools, where he had specialized in psychiatry, and also the holder of a doctorate from another major university-there he had specialized in the sexual behavior of emotionally disturbed adults-he had deep theoretical insights into human nature. He was also a gifted administrator and a better than average publicist. These varied skills, together with a boundless ambition, had enabled him to set up a clinic in a remote part of New Mexico, about sixty miles from Santa Fe, and to attract a very select clientele. Some of his patients were alcoholics, some were compulsive gamblers, some suffered from even more debilitating defects of personality, but they all had at least two things in common: they were all very rich-Kirsch's sanatorium charged a minimum of one thousand dollars a week for minimal care-and they had someone, a relative, lover or friend, who was willing to pay the bills for keeping them in seclusion in that remote stronghold. Rumor had it that a few of Kirsch's patients were in fact better equipped to cope with society and its pressures than the people who had committed them to his total care but few people put much credence in those rumors, which were certainly never repeated in public: Kirsch had a worldwide reputation in his field and he guarded it jealously.
Julia Eyerman was waiting in his office when Kirsch and Brigitte entered. A full-breasted woman with a glint of earthy humor in her large brown eyes, she could never look as business-like and professional as Brigitte. A close observer would have noticed, however, that her office ran like the proverbial clockwork and performed all its assigned functions with admirable punctuality and efficiency. She lolled in her chair, fully at ease, and waited patiently for Kirsch to begin.
"The interview was highly successful," Kirsch said; his wife's pencil flew across the notebook in her lap, leaving squiggles and symbols in its wake as he spoke. "Far more successful, in fact, than the objective circumstances would have led us to expect. It appears that the subject, Mayfield, is suffering from what she imagines to have been a misdeed in her past. Her guilt feelings are repressed, though very much in evidence once a beginning has been made."
He paused to gather his thoughts and Brigitte said: "That is very good, Doctor. If she is already suffering from a misdeed, real or imagined, she will be that much more amenable to serving us in the way we wish."
"Too true," Julia agreed. "And what did the poor thing do that was so horrid, might I ask? Did she perhaps steal a stamp from the mail room? Forget to wash out her underwear one evening?"
Kirsch frowned at the woman's levity but said nothing for a moment. He knew that Julia was valuable enough to be allowed a small amount of leeway, though her irreverent attitude caused him moments of sorrow.
"No, it is rather more serious than that," he said. "It appears that in the past she had a boyfriend. This young man harbored all the conventional lower class prejudices, as well as a consuming lust for young Mayfield's body. It seems that after she had violated her trust as a babysitter and permitted the lad to visit her while on duty, she allowed him to seduce her-though one might well wonder who was the seduced and who the seducer!-in her employers' living room."
Kirsch's announcement of Edie's sexual escapade with Bill Phelps brought a questioning look to Julia's handsome face. Although very attractive and possessed of a phenomenally beautiful body, Edie invariably acted prim and proper to a degree which caused Julia to believe that, somehow, the girl had remained a virgin. As she put it, drawing nods of approbation from Kirsch and Brigitte, it was ridiculous to imagine an attractive girl of Edie's age being a virgin, but it was very difficult to conceive of her ever letting her guard down far enough to allow a man to slip between her thighs.
"Yes, I can see your point," Kirsch agreed. "But this air of propriety is only a facade, it appears. Underneath she is quite a passionate creature, it would seem clear. At any rate, after they had performed the sexual act, Mayfield acted upon an irresistible impulse and tried to fellate the young man. He found this highly disturbing and accused her of being perverted, then left her abruptly. His accusation struck home, I believe, and since that time Mayfield has been accusing herself of being an extremely vile, unworthy person."
Kirsch proceeded to outline their future course with reference to Edie Mayfield. He pointed out that Edie would awake from the sodium pentothal injection in a disoriented condition, one that would make it much easier to implant suggestions in her mind, and he intended implementing his plan at once. Basically he intended proving to her that she was an extremely passionate individual-a fact which she had gotten into the habit of denying and that she could give free rein to her erotic impulses without fear of retribution. Her assumed pose of frigidity and lack of sexual interest was nothing more than a facade, he said, and he believed that once she had been made to face the truth about herself, she would not be able to deny her body's sexual needs. All they would have to do after that was simple: they had merely to point her in the right direction and Edie would carry out the remainder of their plan on her own, without knowing a thing about the ulterior purposes she was fulfilling.
"Masterly!" Brigitte breathed, contemplating her husband with awed admiration. "Truly a beautiful piece of scientific-ingenuity!"
"And potentially a very profitable one," Kirsch added. "Very well, Mayfield should be awakening from the injection within the hour. Brigitte, we should begin with a complete physical examination, merely to be certain that she is as healthy as she appears. We should be ready to begin our first training session by, oh, ten o'clock tonight."
Brigitte administered the physical examination, working with the aid of a nurse from the clinic's regular examining room. They performed their duties swiftly and efficiently and, within a couple of hours, had amassed an amazing amount of data concerning Edie's physical condition. The sodium pentothal wore off slowly and Edie submitted to the various tests without complaint. Brigitte dismissed the nurse after the last test had been completed, then ordered Edie onto the examining table in the room they had been using for the tests. Edie obediently lay back on the comfortably padded table. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Brigitte had fastened a thick canvas strap around her waist, effectively pinning her down. Two more straps went around her wrists, further immobilizing her. Brigitte fixed two stainless steel stirrups into clamps set into corners of the table and directed the girl to place her heels in them. She did so and more straps were fastened to her ankles. When Brigitte had finished, Edie lay flat on her back, knees drawn up and well spread. She could hardly move at all and thus could only gasp indignantly when Brigitte cut away the hospital gown which was her only article of clothing.
Brigitte pressed a button on the wall and Kirsch entered the room seconds later. He walked around the tale, surveying Edie's naked body with a cold, clinical eye. Finally he nodded his appreciation and turned away. Going to a bank of machines standing a few feet away from the examining table, he took up a small cylinder about five inches in length, with a diameter no greater than his finger, and snapped a cord to one end. He returned to the foot of the examining table, stood between Edie's widespread thighs and applied a small amount of surgical lubricant to the white plastic cylinder.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" Edie whispered, watching him closely. "What's this all about?"
"We are merely preparing you for a more extensive examination," Kirsch said. "Nurse, if you will attach the electrodes for the electro-encephalogram? Very good. I shall proceed with my own work here."
He paused a moment to examine the details of the girl's pussy. He saw that the inner lips were exceptionally large, protruding from a fat little outer slit, and that the entire furrow Was framed by a delicate fringe of curling brown hair, almost tan in shade. The beauty and voluptuousness of the slit seemed not to affect him. He used his left hand to spread her buttocks further apart, then slipped the greased cylinder into the taut, puckered opening of her anus. Edie cried out, uttering a pitiful, whimpering sound, and again protested strenuously. Kirsch paid her no attention at all. After seating the cylinder firmly and taping its tip to her left buttock to prevent her anal sphincter from expelling it, he went back to another machine and brought back another cylinder, considerably larger than the one he had put into her anus. He slipped the second tube into the girl's cunt, again fixing it securely in place, and stepped back to admire his work.
"These are not torture devices," he told her. "They are measuring devices I have developed for my work. You now have an analometer in your anus-the part which perhaps you know better as your 'asshole'-and a vaginometer in your vagina, or should I say 'cunt'? They are simply to measure the strength of your sexual response, my dear."
"Why are you doing these things to me?" Edie cried out. "What are all these gadgets for? I don't understand anything any more!"
Brigitte finished fastening the last of the several tiny electric sensors to Edie's skull-a rubber cap held them in place; Brigette had deadened each part of the girl's scalp with a weak solution of novocaine to enable her to plant the tiny needles painlessly and then attached a series of devices for monitoring the girl's heartbeat, blood pressure and rate of respiration. Kirsch pointed out that each device was connected to a mechanical pen and a moving sheet of graph paper. When he had concluded his tests, he said, they would have a graphic display of the girl's physical responses through each stage of the session. Edie would be able to read the results for herself, he said.
"The sodium pentothal interrogation disclosed additional information," he added. "We now suspect that there is also a psychosexual element to your misdeed. We are now going to measure the strength of your sexual responses. If, as we suspect, you prove to be a strongly sexual creature, we will have additional guidelines for shaping your course of therapy."
Edie tried to protest that Kirsch had misjudged her drastically, to claim that she had no sexual interests at all. He did not even bother answering that assertion. Instead he motioned for Brigitte to slip an earphone plug into the girl's left ear. He said that they were going to play her a tape recording, one which she would easily be able to identify for herself. Edie continued babbling mindlessly for a moment but then found herself being compelled to listen to the tape being played into her ear.
She quickly realized that she was listening to a tape involving a passionate couple in a bedroom scene. As the tape began, she realized, the man was fingerfucking the woman; the effectiveness of his work was quickly demonstrated by her gasping moans of ecstatic pleasure. After the man had brought her to a climax, she complimented him lavishly on his handiwork, using the frankest possible language in doing so, and then proceeded to bring him to an erection. She used her mouth to perform that feat and the microphone even captured the soft, liquid, slurping sounds of her mouth and lips working over his cock.
"There, that's a fine hard-on?' she heard the woman say after a time. "Mmmm, a real pussy pleaser! Ohhh, darling, we'll fuck each other silly! You'll shoot a great, huge load of hot come into my cunt! And then we'll suck each other off again afterward! Ahhh, I'm going to love licking the come off that cock of yours!"
Edie displayed a quick and highly visible reaction to the tape. The knowledge that she was overhearing a couple engaged in the most intimate acts possible affected her deeply. A fine film of sweat broke out on her brow and her cheeks turned a bright red. She licked her lips nervously as her breathing became short and shallow. Her nipples turned a darker shade of pink, then darkened still more until they were maroon in hue. At the same time, a large, brown ring appeared around those swelling cones, spreading over a fair part of her breast and providing a highly attractive setting for her nipples. She became acutely conscious of the probes Kirsch had inserted in her cunt and asshole: both the rods seemed to grow inside her as she listened to the couple. She knew that the lips of her pussy would be even larger and darker and she could feel the warm trickle of musk-scented oil flowing from the depths of her cunt, just as it always did when she became highly aroused. Her clitoris, swollen to twice its normal size and still enlarging itself, throbbed with every beat of her heart. She knew that Kirsch, seated on a low stool at the foot of the table, would be able to look directly at that livid wound at the base of her belly and see the obvious truth, a realization which made her even more uncomfortable.
"Unngghhh! Ooooo!" the woman moaned into Edie's helpless ear. "Omigod, Jackie, it's so big, so fucking big! Mmmmm, you're splitting my cunt apart! I never felt a cock so big, so long and thick! Ohhh, get it in, baby, all the way in! Let me feel your balls rubbing against my asshole! Oooooh, fuck me deep, fuck the heart outta my cunt!"
"Oh, wow, honey, you've got the hottest cunt in town!" the man gasped. "Jesus, I never felt one that tight! Mmmmm, it's peeling the skin right off my dick, it's scalping my cock! Ahhh, shake that ass, shake it and milk the come outta my balls!"
Had she been able to do so, Edie would certainly have torn the earphone off and flung it away. Not only did she think it wrong to eavesdrop upon such intimate affairs, she also objected to the tape because it affected her so powerfully. Even now, strapped to a table and festooned with scientific instruments, she could feel her body tingling with sexual awareness as it had rarely done before. She knew that if she could touch so much as the tip of one finger to her raging, lust-stiffened clitoris for no more than a second she would go reeling with orgiastic frenzy.
"Ooooh, please stop it!" she begged, tossing her head from side to side and writhing under the thick straps binding her to the table. "It's making me feel so awful! I can't listen any more, honest I can't!"
Kirsch did not bother responding to that plea. He had no intention of disrupting the tape, of course; he wanted to drive the girl to the breaking point and beyond, if possible. He knew that the slightest touch would send Edie into paroxysms of orgiastic release but he had no intention of giving her that favor: as part of his testing, he wanted to know if she could achieve a spontaneous climax without being touched at all. If his suspicions were correct and the girl was as passionate as he thought, she would probably be able to climax at some point during the course of the demonstrations he had planned for her. In that case, he would be even more assured that he had selected wisely in picking her for the role he had in mind.
Brigitte, meanwhile, found the tape almost as irresistible as Edie was doing. The tape recorder sent the sounds of the erotically entwined couple through an auxiliary speaker, as well as the earphone, and she too detected every moan the couple uttered. After listening for a few moments, she began stripping off her white uniform. Kirsch watched, smiling slightly, as she peeled off every article of clothing. When she was completely nude, she leaned back against the wall and spread her long, superbly formed thighs wide apart. Her position, directly at Edie's head, kept her out of range of the girl's vision, though she could look down that beautifully feminine body and derive additional excitement from contemplating those lushly turned curves and valleys.
Brigitte began masturbating in a slow, casual way. At first she was content merely to rub the tip of her right index finger over the dark, flushed lips of her pussy. Deeply aroused by the sight of Edie's beautiful body, as well as by the lustful sounds coming from the tape recorder, she had only to touch that highly excited flesh in order to receive dramatic proof of her sexual alertness. Once her lusts had intensified, however, she felt a need for stronger stimulation. She reached into a drawer at her side and brought out a cream-colored dildo, carved from some semi-flexible material, that was at least as large as Kirsch's king-sized prick. She began working the brutally large tip of the tool into the rim of her cunt and was soon fucking the obscenely shaped instrument deep into her ravenous body. Kirsch watched her from time to time and smiled softly, though he gave no other indication of being affected by the strange sight.
Edie's pleas for mercy counted for nothing, of course, and she had to listen to the couple fuck their way toward the inevitable conclusion. The woman's deep, throaty voice grew more strident and her language became even more obscene as she churned herself into a frenzy of lusty arousal. Edie had never heard such language used in the presence of a man before and she found it difficult to believe that words could have a place in the sexual act, which she had always believed to be a very romantic, sentimental occasion. Nevertheless the frank and vulgar language heightened her own arousal and made her even more eager for the thrilling blast of orgasmic release.
"Ooooh, fuck!" the woman moaned, punctuating her words with deep gasps of pure physical agony. "Unngghhhh! Fuck the shit outta my cunt! Ohhh, baby, let it go, let the come go shooting right up my guts! Ooooh, I want it, I want it all the way up my cunt! Oh, fuck, you long-dicked cunt-slicer!"
"Fuck my cock harder!" the man grated in response. "Grind it down, grind it with your cunt! Fuck the come outta my nuts! Milk it dry!"
Their encouraging phrases turned into harsh cries of agonized distress as their passions mounted to a crescendo and then burst. Edie could feel her own body yearning to respond, to experience exactly the same kind of cunt-slicing, mind-blowing ecstasy as the couple exhibited. Neither Kirsch nor Brigitte made any move toward helping her, naturally, and as the sounds of erotic passion faded in her ear her pussy remained as lively and full of feeling as ever. She moaned softly and writhed against the restraining straps but no one stepped forward to give her the deliverance her cunt wanted so desperately.
Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder and turned back to the girl. He questioned her about what she had been hearing, deliberately torturing her further, and Brigitte stepped into view as well. She asked Edie if she did not wish that she could have such a formidable lover, one possessed of an enormous prick and almost miraculous staying power. Brigitte painted a glowing picture of such a lover: she dwelt in great, exquisite detail on the pleasures one could experience with such a man and she made a special point of describing the peculiar joy of taking his prick into one's mouth after he had flooded one's cunt with hot, rich sperm. Edie squirmed terribly as Brigitte described that act-the woman had chosen it deliberately, knowing of the girl's desire to suck on a cunt-wet prick-but she steadfastly maintained the pretense that such activities were entirely repugnant to her. Neither Brigitte nor Kirsch was taken in by that facade of propriety, nor were they offended by Edie's stubborn refusal to admit the truth. They realized that the girl's resistance would have to suffer additional erosion before she succumbed enough to admit to her own desires.
"We have now tested your ability to respond to overhearing explicitly sexual episodes," Kirsch explained. "Now we propose to measure your enjoyment in seeing them, as well. What do you think? Will you find it exciting, watching people writhe in the throes of the utmost passion?"
Edie did not answer but Brigitte, who had been watching the recording instruments carefully, saw several marking pens make abrupt squiggles upward when the girl understood what Kirsch proposed doing. That marked reaction was enough to tell them that Edie would find the demonstration intensely moving, however much she might deny it, and they proceeded with more confidence.
"You mustn't mind me being naked," Brigitte said when she saw Edie's look of surprise. "I, well, I am not a sufficiently scientific mind to be able to close my ears to every nuance of the experiments, you see. Like you, I find them highly arousing and ... well, I cannot help giving myself pleasure as I listen! You mustn't mind me, though. After all, I am only doing what you would like to do to yourself!"
Kirsch dimmed the room's lights and hit another switch governing the projector, directed at the ceiling directly above the examining table. At first Edie closed her eyes and refused to watch but the film's sound track soon forced her eyelids apart. Looking up, she saw an exceedingly attractive young blonde lying beside a tall, well-built man of about thirty. Both were naked. The blonde had the man's penis in her hands and was caressing it into a throbbing erection. The camera zoomed in for an exquisitely clear close-up of the way the blonde's fingers pulled the loose foreskin over the bulging, purple head, then slowly stripped it back until the skin was drawn tight along the incredibly thick shaft. The big head completely overshadowed that shaft, notwithstanding its superlative diameter, and flared out in a dramatically masculine way that made Edie's clitoris ache with hungry desire.
Even though Edie had found it intensely compelling to watch the blonde fondle that big prick, she found it far more exciting when the woman began fellating the man. Her brain pounded until she felt sure her skull would burst as she watched the blonde's lush red lips open wide and then engulf that massive prong. The woman twisted about to get herself into the correct position, then forced her lips down the thick shaft until she had every inch of his cock in her mouth. The head of that brutally large tool must be halfway down the blonde's throat, Edie realized, and yet the woman betrayed not the slightest sign of discomfort at having his prick there. She had never known that a woman could train her throat muscles to open wide, so as to accommodate even the largest cock, and the demonstration brought her senses to another quivering, aching peak of readiness.
"Isn't it lovely, watching a woman suck a man up to a perfect erection?" Brigitte purred into her ear. "It's one of the most intimate ways of loving a man, you know; it's also one of the best ways to make him horny enough to want to fuck you!
Doesn't it make you want a cock of your own, one you could suck on and get hard?"
Edie vehemently denied the fact, even though she herself knew that her words were ringing hollow. For the first time in several years, she admitted to herself that she did indeed want exactly that and the thought terrified her even as it brought her pussy to a still more excited condition. The sight of the blonde's lips encircling that grotesquely huge prick, moving up and down the broad shaft, sent thrills of unsurpassed sexuality pulsing throughout her body and honed her long-repressed desires to an even sharper edge.
"Watch them now," Brigitte purred. "Now that she has him properly prepared, she is going to enjoy him to the fullest possible extent!"
Edie tried to will her eyelids closed but she could not do so. Her advanced stage of sexual excitement had completely sapped her willpower and she no longer had any control over her body. Filled with raging lusts, she could do nothing but watch, even though the very act of watching made her all the more aroused and even more ill at ease.
The blonde mounted the man, squatting over his loins and facing his feet. He held his prick upright-it reared up from his loins like a fence post, she thought-and the blonde maneuvered herself into position against it. By squatting down and spreading her knees wide apart, she had necessarily forced her pussy open and the inner lips flared out in an extremely suggestive fashion. The man rubbed the head of his cock over those half-opened lips, a move which made Edie's cunt ache harder than ever, and then the woman took over.
Reaching down, she grasped his cock and pressed the head between those deeply flushed inner lips. Edie cried out involuntarily upon seeing that; she could not conceive of a prick that large fitting into a woman. The blonde did not show any sign of hesitancy, though, and she levered the stout shaft into place with total assurance. Once she had the broad, arrow-shaped head of his cock securely placed against the rim of her cunt, she began lowering herself down upon that uplifted spear. At the same time, the man began thrusting upward and sent the head of his cock slithering into the mouth of the woman's cunt. Edie's eyes widened and she visibly flinched; she felt sure that the initial thrust must surely split that tender, feminine opening apart and deal out a paralyzing agony to the woman. The blonde's face, clearly visible, upset all her expectations. Instead of registering pain and discomfort, the woman exhibited signs of vast pleasure upon feeling the big tool slice into her flesh.
"This is a highly edited version of the original film," Kirsch said to the girl. "We cut out a great many passages in order to show you the climax and its denouement. I can assure you, though, that they spent several minutes in enjoying each other before getting to this point!"
The camera zoomed in for another tight close-up and Edie could see the thick vein running along the man's cock begin throbbing and pulsing with steady beats. She sensed that that vein was transmitting his sperm from his massive balls and that thought made her own cunt throb all the harder. The sound track registered the couple's moans and cries of ecstasy, reinforcing the dramatic effect upon the watching girl. Edie felt as though a gigantic hand was stretching her cunt and womb apart, wrenching the tender organs into strange, unaccustomed forms, and she became almost nauseous from the excessive excitement.
"Watch closely now," Kirsch purred. "If you doubted the reality of the man's orgasm, watch very closely!"
After a moment's rest the woman slowly lifted herself off the man's loins. Gradually his thick cock slid from her pussy's clinging lips and then dropped free, falling down onto his belly. The cuntal opening remained open for a moment; the camera's angle was such that Edie could actually look inside that intimate cleft. She saw thick blobs of sperm, creamy and rich, a sight that made her own cunt cry out in agonized despair. The woman's cunt slowly closed but not before a huge drop of semen had slipped from the oval opening; it trickled down from her pussy's lips and dropped down onto the man's balls. She then tightened her abdominal muscles and forced an even larger dollop of that lust-cream from her cunt; the mucilaginous goo slipped from her pussy and again fell down onto the man's prick.
No power on earth could have prevented Edie from watching the conclusion of the film. The blonde edged farther up the man's body and looked down at his prick. That organ was still large and firm but now bore ample evidence of the lewd work it had been performing. Thick, ropy strands of sperm clung to the shaft and the come which had dripped from the woman's cunt had collected at the base of the broad-beamed shaft. The blonde looked up at the camera and smiled; her face showed a combination of delight and sheer lust which could only have been genuine. She continued edging up his body and then bent down to bring her lips to bear against his wet prick.
Edie groaned aloud at seeing that. The woman was actually performing the act she had attempted with Bill, that act which had aroused his deepest contempt, and the young girl felt another heady surge of sexual excitement sweeping over her body. Seeing the woman act out one of her own deepest fantasies had an incredibly erotic effect on her and she felt certain that her cunt was going to explode at any moment. She surged upward against the restraining straps, shoving her loins into the air and unconsciously parodying the motions she would be making if a man were between her thighs, but she could not generate enough muscular tension to release the flood of excited desire which had accumulated inside her loins. Groaning and sobbing with distress, she could only he there and watch as the woman devoured the man's prick with slow, superlatively erotic movements. The woman even licked the collected sperm off the base of his belly; the camera got an excellent close-up of her tongue stirring a small pool of semen before she closed upon it with her lips. She sucked his balls into her mouth, caressing them gently and licking them clean, and then began mouthing his cock once more.
"And at the same time," Kirsch added, "he was working his tongue into every part of her cunt! Think of it, Edie, the thrill of feeling a man explode with lusty joy inside your cunt, and then having him lick his very own come from out of that orifice! Doesn't that make you writhe with desire?"
Edie could not answer, though in fact the thought set off additional chain reactions of lusty arousal within her flesh. She felt a drastic hollowness in her loins, a vast emptiness, and at that moment she knew that only a man would ever be able to satisfy the intense longings which the film and tape had generated within her cunt. She longed to cry out for deliverance, to beg for the kind of release which she wanted, but she sensed that Kirsch would only smile and advise against it.
"Come now, you must admit the obvious truth," Kirsch said. "The very sight of fucking, the sounds of a couple in deep heat, they are enough to make you ravenous for sex, isn't that right?"
"No, it isn't so!" Edie cried out, though it took her last reserve of will power to make the denial. "It's not true! I won't say that!"
Kirsch then nodded to his wife. Brigitte had again been thrusting the massive dildo into her lasciviously anointed cunt while watching the film and she was extremely aroused. The woman moved around to a spot between Edie's uplifted thighs and knelt down until her face was only inches away from the girl's tortured slit. She could see the plain evidence of Edie's intense arousal: the girl's highly active pussy had generated a profuse flow of rich, sweet oils and the lips glistened wetly.
"You are so aroused, in fact," Kirsch said, "that you will respond to Brigitte's oral stimulation! Yes, she will kiss and lick you, just as though you were both lesbians, and you will experience the release you want!"
With that Brigitte extended the tip of her tongue and flicked it over the girl's distended clitoris. That frighteningly enlarged nub of pure sexual feeling had swelled until it protruded from the sheath formed by the apex of her pussy's lips; Brigitte's warm, wet tongue glided over the tiny little shaft and loved it tenderly. She then transferred the tip of her tongue to the dark, swollen lips of the girl's pussy and stimulated them with slow, artfully applied strokes, barely touching them but effectively bringing a wealth of sensual feeling to the task.
That initial touch sufficed to unleash the forces of sexual tension which had been building up inside Edie's supple, highly excitable cunt. Even though she had always felt an intense repugnance toward homosexual contacts, the amazing touch of Brigitte's skilled tongue overcame every inner resistance and propelled her into a tornado of ecstatic glory. A multitude of conflicting emotions worked within her mind and body but all were overcome by the frantic, throbbing urgency of her sexual release. Her cunt and womb exploded with lusty fervor and she began writhing against Brigitte's tongue. The woman licked skillfully, seeking only to trigger the orgasmic mechanism, and she did so with a completeness which surprised even her.
Again and again Edie shrieked with lusty pleasure as her cunt throbbed in climactic frenzy. Gradually her cries mounted to a peak, then trailed off into sobs and moans as the climax died away. Brigitte pulled back, licked her lips with pleasure and looked up at Kirsch. The man smiled and nodded approvingly. Brigitte then kissed the girl's pussy once more, fastening her mouth firmly against those dark, swollen lips and shooting her tongue far up into the youthful cunt with devastating effect. Edie moaned in agony at the sudden, totally unexpected penetration and squirmed once more. Brigitte then stood up and kissed her husband; Kirsch's dark, beady eyes glittered more brightly than ever as he tasted the sweetness of Edie's ripe young pussy on his wife's lips.
"Very good," he murmured when Brigitte moved away. "You may now remove the test instruments and send her back to her room. Then come to my office."