It Was For Science! - Sex Stories

It Was For Science!

... open, and I had to knock people back!"

"No! You didn't! That's so embarrassing. I'm just an old frump. Nothing special."

"I keep saying you're too hard on yourself. Ready, lads? On the count of three."

As soon as Ray said 'three', the team dropped their shorts and put their hands on their hips.

"Ooh, umm, oh my. Well... that's very exciting. They're all very exciting," Hattie said, giggling as her face slowly blushed crimson.

"Yeah, and they're all excited thinking about you. Especially the two virgins. They really want to slide their dicks into you."

"That's so rude, Ray, but I do like it. How did you get so many men here? It can't just be my nasty photo."

"Well, we're also doing it for the children. I thought that you'd be upset if it was all about you, so everyone here has made a donation to go to your church's orphanage fund. I hope you don't mind," he said, leading her to a table set up beside the bed with the wine and cheese.

"Oh, that's nice of them. So this is a charity event? I feel better about that. I wouldn't want to be a harlot that has sex with random strangers for no reason."

"Nup," he said, pouring her a large wine, "it's all for the children, but the decision to go ahead or not is yours."

Hattie sat on the bed and drained her glass. She looked around at the semi-naked team surrounding her. So many cocks. There were more here than she had ever seen in real life, and such a variety. Circumcised, uncircumcised, long, short, ...

... fat, thin, erect, wilted... She held her glass out, and Ray obligingly refilled it. "And you're all here for me. Thank you for making an old lady feel wanted." She raised her glass. "For the children!"

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"Hi Harold, I'm home. Sorry I'm so late. Or early. I don't know. Anyway, how are you?"

Harold looked up from the sheaf of paper he was reading as Hattie tottered into the kitchen. Her hair looked like a bird had been nesting in it, her makeup was smeared, and when she slumped onto a chair, he could see she wasn't wearing underpants. He slowly shook his head and sighed, "Hi Hattie. It looked like you had a good night. How was the party?"

He half listened as his wife explained something about it being a charity event and her assisting the team with bedding in a bonding exercise. There was also talk about her being late because she got tied up, and the team all took turns in showering her with their affection.

"Good, good. Glad you had a good night. Well, the project's been cancelled. There wasn't a strong enough response in the test group to make it worth pursuing." He let out a deep sigh. "So that's it. Onwards to the next idea."

"Oh. I'm so sorry Harold. It really seemed to work for me."

Harold nodded glumly. "Yeah Hattie, about that." He pushed the papers across the table. "Normally I shouldn't see the groups." He pressed his fists into his eyes and started sobbing.

"Harold, what's wrong?"

"You were in the control group. You took the placebo."