Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her face had a dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs pulled back, her pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened cock.
Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of what Brad would do to Angie if he didn't fuck her now.
Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis into the waiting vagina. It's slipping warm walls pressed tightly against his cock, as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full erection. A breath caught in his throat when his penis started burning. Automatically, his whole body started working over her, pushing in and out. He could feel his penis pull the walls out and push them back in. He pressed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the trigger that would shoot the semen into her.
Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his hands. Angie's tortured face stirred his desire but Doug's exertions, the flexing muscles in his buttocks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his loud gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual excitement even more. Gently he tickled the head of his penis as he watched Doug's body writhe grotesquely over Angie's body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding it faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in his hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to stop.
Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body pushes shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the vagina less and less. He could see Doug's body make the last anguished push into her and his whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down to the mattress like a butterfly and Brad could imagine the feel of his semen squirting into her — each spurt a delicious agony.
He stood up ready to go. When Doug's body collapsed, he pushed it off of Angie's body. A triumphant feeling rose in him as he surveyed her exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his fingers lightly up her inner thighs and wormed a finger deep up in her vagina.
Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to accommodate the entering penis.
'Good girl,' he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body and rammed his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller than the last time, but the tighter pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more. Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of the pressure. He pushed into her as hard as he could. He couldn't wait for involuntary rhythm to start. He pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.
Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a rock, pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and scraping her with each pull.
Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her as hard as he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His buttocks flexed and forcibly pressed his penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He pressed faster and deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of his penis hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad ground his body down harder and harder between Angie's widespread legs.
Now Angie was groaning continually.
At last his climax came — he could feel the ejaculate coming. His body contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite sensations as the ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in the sensation; it encompassed his whole body, and then it melted away.
Brad rolled off Angie's body and flopped limply on the bed beside her. After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to see Doug dressed, sitting on a chair, observing him.
'Giving up?' Brad taunted.
'Yes,' Doug said firmly, 'and you are, too.'
Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert beside him, her body still spread-eagled open, ready for intercourse. 'Well, she's not much good now anyway. Didn't help at all the last time,' he complained.
'Get up and get dressed,' Doug said. 'We'll go.'
While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He straightened her exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the blankets. He got a washcloth and a glass of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her face and held her head up to force a little water into her mouth.
'Are you ready, nurse?' Brad asked impatiently.
Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and glass back. 'Coming,' he said.
Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed. 'Get plenty of rest, baby,' he said with a snicker. 'I'll be back with more ammunition. We'll have a fucking good time.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Doug couldn't put the degrading sight of Angie out of his mind. He tried and tried but the sight of her lying on the bed, head thrown back, legs parted and pulled back unnaturally, and pelvis pushed up with the bright red swollen lips hooded over her gaping vagina haunted his mind in psychedelic colors. No matter what he did — read his lessons, measured chemical ingredients for an experiment, or repaired the lawn mower — that obscene vision of her would come back and fill his mind, cutting off his logical thoughts. What bothered him even more was that when he thought of her that way his penis swelled and burned. He would find himself remembering the exquisite sensation of her hot pussy caressing his engorged penis. He felt confused. Not in his wildest imagination had he ever imagined that their harmless experiment would end that way. Unable to work, he wandered around his home, pale, shaken, forlorn.
His mother noticed his condition right away. 'Due you feel ill, dear?' she asked anxiously.
'No,' Doug said crossly.
'Then something's troubling you.'
'No!' Doug said violently.
His mother felt hurt. They had always been close in the past, sharing thoughts and secrets. She knew something was bothering him. Why wouldn't he tell her?
She tried another tact. 'Don't you have anything to do? You're pacing up and down like a wild beast.'
'No,' Doug said gloomily.
'What happened to the research project you were working on?' she asked, too casually.
Doug didn't notice her tone. 'I gave it up,' he said listlessly.
Immediately his mother's sixth sense buzzed her alarm. Things must be even worse than she'd imagined. 'Gave it up?' she asked worriedly. 'That's not like you.'
Only then did Doug notice her reaction and realize how he'd revealed himself to her. 'Oh,' he said hurriedly, 'it was just a small project. Of no real consequence.'
His mother studied his face slowly. If the project was of no consequence, then what was? She decided to talk the situation over with B.C. at the first opportunity.
Doug turned on the TV and pretended to watch it. His mother sat quietly, industriously working at her needlepoint and watching Doug. She was thankful when she heard the car drive into the garage. Soon her husband stepped into the rumpus room.
'Home early, B.C.? How was the lecture?'
Mr. Fleming bent over and lightly kissed her cheek. 'Just what you'd expect of old Buckner. All theory and no fact.'
'If he'd change at his time of life, he'd be a God, not a scientist.'
'He's already a God by definition,' Mr. Fleming said jocularly. 'Only a God performs miracles and he performed one tonight. He seemed to have most of the audience believing him, especially the graduate students.'
Husband and wife laughed together.
'You must be tired, dear,' Mrs. Fleming said. 'Would you like some tea?'
Mr. Fleming heaved a deep sigh and relaxed in his chair. 'You're reading my mind.'
'Would you like some, Doug?' his mother asked.
