When Marcy returned to consciousness, she became acutely aware of the pleasure-pain of being expanded like a rubber band around the combined cocks of Dr. Villiers and Kyle Karlow.
"You will note," Dr. Villiers was saying in his cool, objective voice, "that in spite of her recent virginal state, X-999 is fully capable of absorbing two good-sized male organs. You will also note that she lapsed into unconsciousness more from an excess of ecstasy than from the pain of the unusual penetration. This young woman has a remarkably high sexual quotient for one so recently a virgin. She must have been smoldering like a sleeping volcano for her first twenty-two years, and she has now burst forth into a person ready and eager to take part in any sexual excess."
"In other words, she's a hot little broad," Mrs. Swenson said.
Marcy found that she was now lying on her side. Dr. Villiers was behind her, with his hefty lance jammed between her legs into her aching pussy, and Kyle was lying facing her, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face as both men moved in and out of her with increasing force.
Marcy moaned and tried to wriggle in response, but found she couldn't. All she could do was lie there and let them slam into her.
"Do you like it, X-999?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Does the painful fullness arouse your passion to a higher degree?"
"I'm not even on this planet any more," Marcy said, flopping like a rag doll between them. "I'm in some wonderful other world, where there is only pain and pleasure and nothing in between."
"Shit!" Karla said. "Imagine that – poetry while she's being split open by cock over-drive!"
"You said we could join in too, but so far all we've done is watch," Mrs. Swenson complained.
"Shhhh! I must write that down," Dr. Villiers said, letting go of Marcy's breast to reach for the notebook.
"Oh, it feels so gooooood to rub my dong along his big, beautiful prick," Kyle said. "The heads are touching inside Marcy… it's so groovy! I'm really turned on to the homo trip now. I'm in a purple haze of lust, and poor little Marcy is only the vessel that holds us together."
Marcy's legs kicked a couple of times, and her head rolled to the side. She agreed with Kyle that everything was hazy, but she would have said it was more pink than purple.
"Sure, you guys are having a ball, but me and Mrs. Swenson are sitting here with our tongues hanging out, and nothing to groove on but our own fingers in our pussies," Karla said.
Marcy stared at the two women bleary-eyed, and saw that that was exactly what they were doing. The big Swedish woman was sitting in the lotus position, her wide-spread thighs revealing the immensity of the reddish cavern between them. She was plunging one whole hand in and out. She was so close that Marcy could smell the rich aroma of her sex juices as she masturbated and watched the fucking trio. Karma was lying on her belly, her head as close as she could get to the joined bodies; her bottom was moving up and down as she rode her rigidly held finger.
"There's really no reason for you two to remain aloof during this phase of the experiment," Dr. Villiers remarked, ramming into Marcy so hard he made her squeal, and produced a long squishing sound from her tunnel of love and a yelp of joy from Kyle.
"Just what would you suggest?" Mrs. Swenson asked. "X-999's equipment seems to be pretty well occupied."
"Oh, I think not," Dr. Villiers said. "This young woman has shown a great deal of versatility with her mouth, despite the fact that up until yesterday she hadn't realized it was a sex organ."
"Yes, she's a quick study," Kyle agreed, his eyes glazing as he felt the girl's vaginal muscles contracting and pressing his shaft tighter against Villiers'.
"Yeah, that's a groovy little mouth," Karla said, and got up and headed toward Marcy.
"Me first!" Mrs. Swenson said, and Marcy found herself staring up into the Grand Canyon of the older woman's sex.
"You first, nothing! I've got dibs on this hot mouth," Karla said. "Nice Marcy's going to make me cum and cum and cum."
"No, me!" Mrs. Swenson gave Karla a push.
"Out of my way, you Swedish cow!" Karla said, doubling up her fists.
"Get lost, you red-cunted bitch, or I'll kill you in your furry twat!" Mrs. Swenson yelled.
"Ladies, ladies, don't fight over me," Marcy said weakly, but they either didn't hear her or chose to ignore the words.
"I'm going to sit down on her face, and she's going to eat me until I drown her in my cum," Mrs. Swenson vowed, starting to squat over Marcy's face.
Marcy stared up at the huge white mounds of the woman's buttocks, at the heavy meaty thighs, and at the heaving belly with its clumps of blonde hair. She wondered if she would be swallowed whole by the purple cavern of lust. Maybe she would just disappear, head, shoulders, and all into that yawning void. No, she decided, at least part of her would remain. As long as Dr. Villiers' hugeness was lodged inside her, nothing could gobble her whole. That was somewhat comforting, and gave her another reason for hoping he would never stop pounding into her.
"No you don't, you fat whore!" Karla growled, and pushed the big woman so hard that she toppled over on her face. Mrs. Swenson came up swinging, and caught Karla with an uppercut to the chin that glazed the redhead's eyes but didn't daunt her. Instead, she put her head down and butted into the bigger woman's middle, knocking the air out of her in one loud whoosh.
Mrs. Swenson sat with her rump on Marcy's head, and the girl found herself almost smothered between the snow mountains of the woman's buttocks.
"Stop that at once! You're acting like fishwives! We will have dignity and decorum in this laboratory, or we will cease the experiment right flow!" Dr. Villiers said, as he finished making notes and turned his attention to what was going on around him.
"That bitch hit me!" Karla wailed.
"I saw that," Dr. Villiers said, fucking into Marcy while he frowned up at the other two women.
"That bitch pushed me and rammed her head into my belly," Mrs. Swenson complained, still holding her middle.
"I also saw that," Dr. Villiers said.
"Then tell her I'm to go first with that pussy-eater."
"Please, do not use such derogatory terms about one of my laboratory subjects, Mrs. Swenson," Dr. Villiers said, moving his larger cock around and around Kyle's in Marcy's now looser interior.
"Ohhhh, I'm going crazy," Kyle moaned, writhing and twisting in a delirium of passion.
"You tell her she's only hired help around here, that I'm one of the experimental animals, and so I get to have my pussy eaten before she does," Karla said.
"I told the two of you to cease and desist!" Dr. Villiers, not raising his voice but managing to get an edge of menace into it. "X-999's mouth is quite large enough to take care of both of you if you arrange yourselves properly."
"Huh?" Mrs. Swenson said.
"What do you mean?" Karla asked.
"Oh God! It's too much… too much…" Kyle groaned.
Dr. Villiers removed his glasses and began to concentrate on his fucking. He was driving steadily in and out of Marcy's raw, lusting flesh, sending her into contortions and causing her to almost black out again. It had an even more violent effect on Kyle. He screeched and grunted, grabbing Marcy by the buttocks as he jetted into her. His hot jism bathed his shaft and that of the doctor, then poured out of the too full-cup and soaked their bellies and thighs.
"I did it! You beat me into doing it! You oversexed man with a cock like a God's!" Kyle raved. "You have the super-prick of the whole world."
"My, my," Dr. Villiers said and reached for his notebook again.
"Hey, you've forgotten us again!" Karla said. "What are we supposed to do?"
"Oh, I'm so happy, soooooo satisfied!" Kyle's shaft had softened a little, and Marcy almost felt as though she were occupied by only one instead of two over-sized weapons. Kyle's eyes were unfocused, and his red hair was hanging down over his face, a trickle of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.
"It was just like he was in me… almost exactly like being penetrated by that monstrosity. Oh God, Marcy, you don't know how lucky you are to have a cunt! Admit you're lucky! Say something! Tell me how lucky you are!"
Marcy didn't answer. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Most of her was drifting through a cloud of male organs, all of which were pushing into her or waiting their turn to do so.
"No appreciation! You stupid girl! I always did say that only a man with a bisexual nature like mine can really appreciate being fucked by a supercock. Women are always being fucked, and they get blase about it, but oh God, what a thrill for me!"
Kyle's shaft was gradually slipping out of Marcy, but Dr. Villiers was going right on with his pounding into her. He didn't seem to ever have to stop to rest, and he never came until he was ready to. Apparently he had total control over his sexual response, and was able to use his organ for pleasure or for experimental purposes for as long as he wanted. He never let the pleasure overpower him as Marcy and the others did.
"Are you going to tell us?" Mrs. Swenson pleaded. "Please tell us before it's all over!"
"Oh yes, the position," Dr. Villiers said, deliberately letting his shaft massage Kyle's. It had an electrifying effect on the younger man. A minute before it had been limp and satiated, but now it started to move in Marcy and she realized it was rapidly filling with blood again.
The renewed swelling and the movement of both men in her again was more than Marcy could stand. She felt her vaginal muscles contract violently, and a surge of hot lava seemed to run through her. Marcy plummeted into unconsciousness as she came with a vibrating twist of her pelvis, with rolling hips and pounding buttocks.
"The little bitch is really creaming, isn't she?" Mrs. Swenson said as Marcy continued to thrash about, mumbling incoherently while rivulets of cunt juice ran down her thighs after inundating the two men who were still in her.
"She's soul-fucking the universe," Kyle said. "It's a psychedelic trip. Her mind's been blown and her cunt has been transfixed."
"Oh… so gooooood… so much… so far in… so full… out of my mind! Virgin… stupid virgin all I've missed…" Marcy babbled.
"Remarkable, most remarkable." Dr. Villiers was making hurried notes. "My scientific peers will never believe, this, but of course we have the film and the tapes to prove it."
"She's having a religious experience, I tell you," Kyle said. "She's undergoing spiritual ecstasy. The fucking trip is a religious pilgrimage, the way to groove on the music of God's great song."
"Yes, that screwing was a sacrament for her," Karla agreed. "That put her in touch with the ancient wonder inside us all."
"Just like in a holy roller church," Mrs. Swenson said. "She's talking in tongues. Personally, I've never seen anything like it."
"Yes, I believe you are all right," Dr. Villiers said. "Our X-999 has reached a state of religious ecstasy, a frenzy in which the upper cortex loses control over the voice, and the spasms known as glossolalia, or speaking in tongues, take place."
"What's she saying?" Kyle asked.
"If I am interpreting correctly, I believe the young lady is saying, 'More, more, more!' And I really do think we should oblige her, my friends."
"Let's go!" Karla approved. "My cunt is so hot I'm afraid the pubic hair is going to catch fire. Just give us the word, Doc. Tell us how to share old Glory Girl and her mouth."
"Obviously you have no imagination at all," Dr. Villiers observed, starting to thrust into Marcy again.
"So tell us what yours has come up with," Mrs. Swenson said.
"Simply face each other and join your genitals for a starter," Villiers instructed.
Marcy babbled incoherently as the two women followed his instructions.
"We may have achieved a real breakthrough," Dr. Villiers said, applying constant pressure on the sensitive center of Marcy's being with his engorged shaft. "I think we may have discovered that lust is the trigger of the universe, that the cosmic consciousness is passion, a vast untapped reservoir of energy that the human body can, if properly trained, seize and make its own."
"So it is like holy, you mean," Kyle said. "I think we ought to build a shrine to Miss Marcy McCall's super orgasm. It's kind of like Buddha under the tree, or Saul on the road to Damascus, or Doctor Leary when he dropped his first acid."
"This is of far greater significance than any of those events," Dr. Villiers said. "We may have witnessed the birth of the sixth sub-race, and Atlantis may rise out of the sea as a result."
"Hey, have you forgotten us?" Karla asked plaintively. She and Mrs. Swenson were standing pressed together full length, Karla's small breasts pushing deep into Mrs. Swenson's mammoth cushions, and her curly red clump of pubic hair almost lost in the dark blonde marsh between the Swede's huge thighs.
"Oh yes, you two. You must excuse me if in the presence of an event that at least equals the discovery of atomic power, I forget your childish belly rumblings."
"Please!" Karla wailed, rubbing frantically against the bigger woman.
Dr. Villiers consulted his watch, timing his thrusts into Marcy with the second hand.
Marcy continued her garbled babbling, her head rocking back and forth to an inaudible rhythm.
"Doctor, please, forget her for a moment and think about us," Mrs. Swenson begged. Her long gash had engulfed Karla's smaller one, and the two were undulating passionately. The smell of their excitement filled the room.
"No imagination," Dr. Villiers said. "Move to stand astride X-999."
Mrs. Swenson lifted Karla and staggered with her to position their joined bodies over the sobbing, mumbling Marcy.
"You know, I believe she is still cuming," Dr. Villiers said, consulting his watch again. "She has been in the process of this orgasm for almost ten minutes. That is utterly and completely impossible, according to any scientific study that I know of."
"I guess you'll have to ascribe it to divine intervention," Kyle said, grooving on the feel of his testicles touching the giant cannonballs of Dr. Villiers. "The Gods have looked down and smiled on this child of lust."
"What now, Doctor?" Karla screeched. She had dug her fingers deep into Mrs. Swenson's meaty butt, and was kicking at the woman's thighs with her heels as she ground her tight-lipped pussy between the furry labia of the big blonde's cunt.
"Why, sit down, of course," Dr. Villiers said. "Sit down on X-999's face, keeping your cunts joined, and she'll start licking."
"But the kid's out of her head," Mrs. Swenson said. "She won't know what to do. We'll just smother her."
"You missed the major point, Mrs. Swenson. She is out of her head with lust, so she will do the lustful thing. The moment she feels her mouth encounter hot woman flesh, she will start licking and tonguing it."
The semi-conscious Marcy looked upward as the two joined women began to sink toward her face. Her glazed eyes saw the tremendous thighs of Mrs. Swenson and the slender curved ones of Karla, saw Karla's flat belly pressed into the older woman's rounder one, saw the fiery red hair of Karla's pubes engulfed in the wiry blonde pelt of the Swede. As the joined cunts came closer, Marcy knew she wanted them, that it was her destiny to want them. She opened her mouth in anticipation, and a burning drop of their combined sex juice dropped onto her tongue.
That drop was like live steam, and it seemed to soak into her very being, arousing some primal instinct, turning loose some ancient power. Marcy screeched with lust and reaching up with both hands, gripping the slender and the fat bottom and drawing them eagerly down.
"I do believe I have created a superwoman," Dr. Villiers whispered in awe, as he saw Marcy's mouth open wide just before her red lips and bared white teeth disappeared into the melange of red and blonde hair, and burrowed into the flaming paradise that lay beneath.
"I hope I don't go down in history on the same page with Dr. Frankenstein," Dr. Villiers muttered. "Shouldn't care for that at all. But I do wonder what would happen if this Goddess of lust were to be turned loose on the world… yes, yes, very interesting postulation."
"You wouldn't dare," Kyle said, still moving lazily in Marcy's flooded pussy. "Even you wouldn't dare do that."
"Don't make foolish statements, young man. There is nothing I wouldn't dare in the name of science, nothing at all!"
"But Doctor, around ordinary people, X-999 would be a menace to society," Kyle protested.
"A menace, or society's salvation?" Dr. Villiers said, readjusting his balls against Marcy's wet cunt lips and lifting her bottom off the floor on his great, strong shaft. "Everybody is constantly saying that what the world needs now is love. Hmmmmm, I wonder."
"But not this much love," Kyle said. "Not the sort of sustained sexual orgy Marcy McCall is capable of."
"You must realize, my boy, that we have tapped the primal power of female sexuality. At a time when people are searching for new solutions and fresh alternatives, we have produced a creature out of the haunted past, a woman who is truly nothing but an appendage to the vagina."
"It's frightening," Kyle said.
"Frightening but fascinating. Imagine what the implications of this could be to… oh, to Women's Lib, for instance. To mile chauvinism, to war and peace. Imagine what the possibilities are to the entertainment world… to the United Nations. Think what the Russians will say, and what the Chinese will do to counter it."
Marcy wasn't hearing any of this. Her face was buried in a dense wet forest of pubic hair, where the two cunts rubbed together. Avidly she nuzzled into the meatiness and delighted in the squishy feel and sound of it. They were so wet that the combined juices ran down her chin. Blindly, lustfully, she nibbled at the liquid, spongy flesh, savoring the sweet, piquant woman taste, laced with a stronger male flavor. She was being served a gourmet feast fit for the most discriminating connoisseur, she was being offered a God-like nectar concocted of the sex juices of four people. She sipped at it gratefully.
Both women were moaning as she licked at their yearning, dribbling meat. She began using her teeth on Mrs. Swenson's thick lips while she slipped her tongue deep inside Karla, searching for the residue of her brother's incestuous sperm. Mrs. Swenson shook violently as the teeth clamped down harder, and her groans of pleasure filled the room.
Marcy's body thrashed between the two men who held her impaled, and they looked at each other in wonder.
"Truly remarkable," Dr. Villiers said. "A phenomenon of the highest order of importance."
"Oh, that hot cunt! It's squeezing me like a vice! Groovy, girl, groovy!" Kyle was more interested in the immediate personal implications.
"I really must think about this. I may have to alter my whole plan of operations… set up a whole new series of experiments to more adequately investigate this unforeseen development."
Marcy's tongue had found Karla's hard little clit, and also Mrs. Swenson's, which was anything but small. It reminded Marcy of the penis of a small boy like Jimmy's had been when he was little. But Jimmy was a big boy now, a big boy in trouble. And she had to help Jimmy, and keep him out of jail. Because if Jimmy went to jail, she'd never get to… to fuck Jimmy… to fuck and blow and ball and screw and eat and… oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!
Mrs. Swenson ground her cunt against Marcy's face, forcing her clitoris deep into the girl's mouth, thrusting it in and out as a man might his cock. Marcy sucked and rolled it between her teeth, her nose pressing into Karla's slippery slit. She chewed and rubbed, chewed and rubbed, feeling the flow of cunt juice increase as the two women shuddered and pulled at her hair. Marcy felt that she could go on forever, go right to heaven on a river of sex juice.
"What are you thinking, Dr. Villiers?" Kyle asked, sounding apprehensive. "You've got such a funny look on your face."
"I think I'm going to do what I said – turn her loose on the world," Dr. Villiers said, "and frankly, the prospect causes me some uneasiness."
Marcy was fully conscious now, and she could feel the two hard cocks stabbing into her overextended pussy, feel them rubbing together and surging against her strained flesh. She could hear what they were saying over the slurping sound of her mouth, and the squishiness of the two cunts she was serving with her mouth.
"You wouldn't dare do that," Kyle said.
"Don't be too sure," Villiers said. "I have in mind some field trips with definite objectives, but with always the possibility of some new discoveries, perhaps some of unprecedented significance and with world-shaking implications."
"Master, great master, I stand in awe of you," Kyle said and rubbed his prick affectionately along the other man's.
"Don't care… don't care what he tells me to do… field trips or acid trips… all I want to do is fuck… fuck… fuck… and eat cunt and blow cock. So good… so filled with cock… mouth filled with cunt… lick… lick… eat… fuck!"
"I do believe she is completely out of her head," Dr. Villiers said. "She has totally lost touch with reality."
"She's cuming again! And wow, so am I!" Kyle yelped, as Marcy's jerking body spun him into unexpected climax. "That's about the third time, isn't it?"
"Yes, foe this round," Dr. Villiers said, and then gasped in surprise. "Oh my, I do believe… I hadn't thought to lose control so soon."
"Glory Hallelujah! I'm making it!" Mrs. Swenson said, bucking like a berserk elephant against Marcy's face and Karla's pussy. "Eat it, girl, eat it all!"
"Don't leave me behind! I'm cuming… cuming… cuming!" Karla howled, and joined in the general overflow of lust.