It Was For Science! - Sex Stories

It Was For Science!

... window ledge of her bedroom and looked nervously down at the busy street. All it would take would be for one of her fellow church goers to look up at her tits swinging wildly as Ray fucked her, and her reputation would be destroyed. The thought was exhilarating and made her pussy tingle.

"You like being fucked, don't you Hattie? You crave having your cunt filled with anything that will fit in your greedy hole. What have you tried this week?"

"Three fingers, handle of a cricket bat, eight pens, three of Harold's golf balls, his putter handle, another cucumber, Harold every night, and your cock. Twice. Does that make me a whore?" she panted.

"No, just a sex starved cum seeker. Whores get paid for what you enjoy doing for free."

"Oh, good. I'd hate to be known as one of them."

"You won't hear me calling you that." Ray grunted and thrust himself deep into her vagina. "Fuck yeah, that's so good. You're so good."

Hattie reached under and rubbed her clit again as she felt his cum ooze out. She was becoming an expert at knowing what her body required to orgasm, and Ray was becoming adept at getting her there. She still liked dick driven orgasms. Her best events were when Harold or Ray had their cocks in her and she could feel them writhing around, wanting to unleash their load. It was disappointing that Andy continually declined her request to fuck her, but she understood that having the research assistant's name on the activity form of the participant wouldn't be ...

... very good. It was, after all, still a scientific experiment. Not just for her enjoyment. "Thank you. I wish I could be fucked longer. I know you do your best, but I would like to try a solid half hour of rutting. That would lead to some very enjoyable sessions, I suspect." Hattie reluctantly slid off his softening cock and knelt down. She had discovered that a blowjob hastened a dick's resurrection, and she was keen for another round before Ray had to leave.

"I don't believe I'm suggesting this, but what about I tag team with Harold one day? You know... Oh, fuck Hattie, you're really getting some depth now. Are you sure you don't want to swallow? Anyway, Harold. Yeah, we swap just before we cum and hopefully give you a nice rolling orgasm."

Hattie frowned as she sucked. The idea of her having multiple partners never crossed her mind, even though she had watched a lovely young lady being what was called 'spit roasted', and another older lady being 'DP'd'. Two guys at once was appealing but the thought of something going back up her dirty hole scared her. She'd leave that to the professionals. "I think you're good and hard again. Can I ride you, please?"

"Sure."

Hattie settled onto his dick and started massaging her clit with a vibrator her neighbour had considerately purchased for her. It took some of the stress off her aching fingers. Harold and Ray. It was a nice thought, and she was sure her husband wouldn't mind. After all, it was for his project, but the timing ...