by J Beresford
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“They are quite the perfect pair, Jasmine,” Terrence comments warmly to his colleague.
“Why else would I have chosen them?” Jasmine replies with a smile. “As soon as the girl put her name forward for the study, I had to see that sweet body of hers at its most intimate and primal. The same for Jonathan… speaking of whom, it appears the sedatives are wearing off, he is becoming erect again.” says Jasmine. Looking through the one way mirror and watching the unconscious Kyra and Jonathan slowly stirring, the scientists observed undetected from adjacent seats.
“Okay, I’ll turn on the cameras. I do hope the delay lotion proves as effective as the aphrodisiac,” mutters Terrance distractedly. The awaking pair are naked and covered in oil, their shining bodies seeming to pulse with the pent up need for sexual release. “Clearly the effects of the aphrodisiac lotion have remained potent,” he adds, flicking on the recorder once the pair inside the padded cell starts to stand.
“Shall we tell them about the delay lotion?” Terrance asks, not taking his eyes off Kyra, who stands in silence. The woman’s hands automatically clasp around her breasts and between her legs, feeling the heat and losing the fight instantly against her need to come. Words escape her as she realizes the stimulation of the last few hours remains built up inside, burning throughout.
“No, I think they’ll figure it out soon enough. Besides, I am curious as to how they are going to react, whether their base urges have consumed them.” Jasmine’s words are cool, contrasting the heated pierce of her gaze into the black padded room hazed with yellow light. She is intensely focused on Jonathan’s cock, transfixed by how it instantly begins to twitch and pulse to its fullest erection without so much as being touched.
“If all is as planned, the male variant administered will be longer lasting and more efficacious,” Jasmine adds just as the pair within the cell stops paying attention to their own bodies and notices one another. The scientists are on tenterhooks with anticipation as they watch Kyra and Jonathan, curious to witness just how they will react. The outcome makes them both smile with delight.
Kyra and Jonathan almost instantly spring towards each other, grasping one another with a deep, primal longing beyond mere physical attraction. The wet clap of their bodies meeting mingles with the slight, near inaudible gasps of them trying to communicate their need for physical attention, though with the recent sexual build up and continued pent up desires, they both know that their needs are beyond words. They paw at one another’s bodies, pressing together, feeling the hot sexuality surging through each other, wanting to explore the other desperately. The sound of heavy breathing already fills the room as both of their bodies screams out for the fulfilment that has been denied for what feels so unbearably long.
Jasmine licks her lips at the sight of Jonathan’s throbbing shaft sliding beneath Kyra’s entrance, as if ready to thrust into her at any second. The scientist imagines the heat of her sex against that manhood, imagines just how intense the anticipation must be for Kyra, who Terrence had established had not experienced any penetration from a male in months.
“Perfect,” whispers Terrence just as Jonathan presses his palms around Kyra’s waist. There is a second of motionless apprehension, then he nearly throws her against the padded wall in a display of complete dominance before pushing his body to hers, lifting her up against the wall.
“Please, f-fuck me,” Kyra exhales as Jonathan presses the tip of his penis against her entrance, already dripping with arousal down her thighs. Instantly, he buries himself inside her, making her gasp as he feels every swollen inch of his cock bore into her delicate folds. Jasmine and Terrence gaze wordlessly at the pair, watching as Kyra wraps her legs around the man drilling into her, listening to every squeal of joy and moan of pleasure.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God… Please - !” Kyra whimpers in pleasure as she already feels the surges of orgasm course through her very core; with the way Jonathan’s pace was changing, she knew he was also very close. Jonathan presses his body close to hers, feeling her breasts squeeze against his chest, feeling her astonishingly stiff nipples press against his skin, wanting to hold her tightly when he comes. Even at a distance, Terrence can tell that they are both close, the way their breathing is escalating, the way those hard, wet sounding slaps of skin meeting skin seem to be getting shorter and sharper, the way they are pulling each other closer to one another, as if trying to feel their hearts pounding against each other’s chests.
“Fuck me harder… MAKE ME CUM!” Kyra screams out, knowing that something is wrong, her heels resting on Jonathan’s rear, feeling his buttocks tensing and realising that he must be experiencing the same thing.
Jonathan’s breaths are ragged and deep, the tight pussy sucking in his cock, wrapped around him like wet silk, feels like heaven, yet somehow he still hasn’t felt the gush of orgasm spring from him, even though he was sure he was on the verge after only seconds. Quickly he pulls Kyra from the wall and to him, making her wrap her hands around the back of his neck as she hangs elevated, her legs still wrapped around him. With his hands clutching her waist, he starts to thrust into her like his life depends on it. Kyra’s moans and squeals alone would be too much for him to take, yet somehow he still hasn’t climaxed.
“I think they are starting to realize,” Terrence whispers while the wet sounds of oily skin pounding from one another echoes through the speaker.
“It is so hot seeing these two suffer,” adds Jasmine, watching the young man pummel Kyra’s sex, every hard thrust so deep and fast it makes her breasts thump up and down while she holds on tightly.
“What… h-have… they… done?” Kyra gasps between thrusts, lost in horror at the sensation of not being able to climax even though it had felt like merely having his length slide into her would send her over the edge.
“I can’t come… I can’t…. come!” Jonathan yells out in desperation, though continuing to drill himself into Kyra’s swollen red pussy. With a final thrust, he stops, breathing deeply but not allowing himself any rest before placing Kyra on the ground impatiently, keeping the tip of his cock resting at her entrance. They look into one another’s eyes, seeing desperation shining back, both of their bodies glistening in a mixture of oil and sweat. With a sharp thrust, he drives himself into her; the wet slap of his balls against her ass cheeks with every thrust mingles with the frustrated moans.
“Please… please… oh God oh God I’m still so close,” Kyra whimpers.
Faster and faster he pounds into her as juices drip down Kyra’s ass cheeks, both locked in a continuous cycle of need, constantly held on the edge but unable to peak. As more minutes pass, tears of agonised frustration trail down Kyra’s cheeks. With one final thrust, Jonathan keeps himself buried inside her, feeling her sex convulsing continuously around him as if responding to the constant twitching and pulsing of his length inside.
“We’ve… got to keep… trying,” he says breathlessly before sliding out, seeing the trail of her essence from her glistening pussy cling to the tip of his swollen cock, making him surge even more with overbearing lust.
Jasmine and Terrence give a knowing look and a smirk to one another before turning back to watch as Jonathan pulls Kyra to her feet. Without a word of notice, Jonathan quickly slips his fingers inside her, making her gasp in surprise before moaning in pleasure. Instinctively, she grips onto his length but is unable to do anything other than feel how much it throbs. She is seized in her own little world of ecstasy the moment Jonathan’s fingers start to explore her. The masculine feel and speed of his hand slamming back and forth brings her to the brink again in seconds. Her legs buckle but he holds her upright, determined to finger fuck her to orgasm.
After a while, after hearing Kyra spend minutes begging that it is too intense, that the sensations are driving her insane, he turns her around and takes her from behind.
It seems like hours since they had woken, yet still neither had clima
xed. The procession of intercourse had now become a base, animalistic need; the two researchers could see how now they were truly fucking one another with a machine-like furiousness.
No matter what angle Kyra was penetrated from, her overly swollen clitoris was always being stimulated; whether from Jonathan’s balls slapping against it, his pelvis pressing against it or his fingers manipulating it, her clitoris was constantly being tended to. The ache was desperately intense, yet anything to bring her closer to release was something to cling to. Finally, after surely a lifetime of unstoppable penetration, something seemed to be flooding through her system, a heat which seemed so familiar and so different at once. Somehow, she was certain that this would be her time to come.
Jonathan could see that something was different. While they had long passed the stages of speech, and having almost tuned out one another’s constant moans, shouts and screams of agony bound frustration, he could see in her eyes a sense of realisation, as if she felt something different.
He carries on pumping his hips back and forth, with her lying on her back while he thrusts into her from on top. Again her legs clench around him hard, feeling her heels press against his lower back.
“I… I… I think… This…,” she tries to speak, the new sensations of heat cutting through her consciousness. Suddenly, she lets out a scream of ecstasy so intense that even Jasmine and Terrence gasp and smile in response to. A sensation as if every orgasm in her life had been bundled in one and poured over her erupts from her body, through her sex, through her spine, through every inch of skin. Even as the scream subsides, her mouth hangs open as if there is not enough air in her lungs to vocalise the pleasure ripping through her.
Jonathan feels her pussy tighten as if to push him out of her, but he stays inside, wanting to feel every convulsion. Her eyes closed, her mouth open still in tortured pleasure, he continues to pummel her pussy while she twitches, her body trembling from head to toe.
“O-okay… okay… Pl – oh, oh… pleas - …please!” Kyra finally manages to breathlessly murmur. “It’s… too much!”
Even while the shocks of her orgasm seem to surge through her with an unspeakable intensity, Kyra can do little to stop Jonathan’s relentless need to fulfil himself. Her entire body is on fire with oversensitivity, she would just want to curl up in a ball and not be touched or spoken to, to recover from such a monstrous climax, yet still she is being fucked like a sex toy.
“Oh God… Stop… Please… I can’t take anymore!” Kyra begs with no effect as Jonathan quickly turns her around and fucks her once again from behind. Taking her wrists, he holds her arms back, allowing him to thrust into her with brutal intensity while she hangs in his grasp.
“What a lovely sight,” Jasmine gleefully says to Terrence, who is admiring the scene and delighting in the little screams escaping from Kyra’s lips with every deep thrust.
Jonathan keeps pounding into her, feeling the soft cushion of her ass cheeks hit against his pelvis, growing more and more worn out with each second. Slowing down until finally he stops pushing into her, he speaks to the girl at last.
“Please, stroke me off, suck me! Do anything, just make me come,” he pleads.
Without a word, Kyra turns around to face him as he lies back. She slides her body over him, giving him the temptation to grip her and fuck her once again, though he stays in place and controls himself. Kyra unexpectedly turns, positioning her knees on either side of his head, letting him look up to her brightly swollen red pussy still shining with her juices. In this 69 position, she finally presses her mouth to his length and closes her lips around it, placing her hand around the base of his shaft. She can feel every beat of his heart echoing through his cock, pulsating in her mouth. She sucks him, teasing the tip with her tongue while her hand works up and down. The sensations are unbearable for Jonathan, who wraps his arms around her waist to pull her delicacy towards him. The moment his lips press around her hypersensitive clitoris, Kyra pulls her mouth away and lets out a sweetly pained scream. Knowing he won’t stop even though she can’t take anymore, she works him faster, stroking up and down along his stiff shaft, masturbating him at a much faster motion than sex could ever provide. It takes a few minutes and she feels the base of his cock pulse on the edge a few more times, but soon the thrusting of his hips falters. That lets her know that a different sensation is sweeping him: the feeling that this time might be different.
As Jonathan becomes lost in the sensations, unable to focus on tormenting Kyra’s sex, he begins to breathe even more heavily, moaning in delight that this might be the last time. Kyra continues to rub him, sliding around so that she is now off of his body. While his balls could not get any tighter than before, Kyra can feel the swelling of his cock as his orgasm begins to flow through his shaft, every muscle tightening.
“FUCK!!!” Jonathan yells and continues yelling as his body seizes, his mind going blank for the moment that he ejaculates like a volcano, shooting up his sweat and oil drenched body. The orgasm pulsates unendingly through his shaft and his essence drips down her hands while Kyra continues masturbating him, determined to give him every possible second of fulfilment. Jonathan throws his head back, his eyes shut tight as the fire of pleasure ensnares him, feeling like something buried deep within him all of his life is being finally unleashed. The surges of the orgasm continue as if echoing through his cock repeatedly every few seconds, with each throb, another surge of cum seems to be squeezed from his shaft. Finally, hearing the deep breaths as the echoes of pleasure seem to die down, Kyra’s motions also begin to slow and she knows that it is over.
Outside the cell, Jasmine presses a button and turns to Terrence. “I would consider that a resounding success,” she says while smiling, gas filling the cell.
“Yes,” agrees her colleague. “Though I am sure we will need to test it much more extensively before ever releasing it to the public.” He smirks as Kyra and Jonathan succumb to the gas, their bodies slumping into an instant sleep.
“Naturally,” replies Jasmine, “I’m sure after these results there will be countless willing subjects, though I always enjoy perverting those that think they are innocent of such desires,” she adds.
Terrence smiles absent-mindedly and responds, “A pity we had to ever let them finish.”
“Oh I’m sure they will find themselves always drawn to these pleasures now. Now that they have tasted it, they will always crave it.”
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The piercing morning sun filters through the cracks in the curtains, spilling along the large hotel room like a liquid trying to rest at every surface. Kyra and Jonathan wake at almost the same time, facing one another, and wordlessly they sit up fast. A glance around leads them to the conclusion they are alone in this magnificent room. They both collapse back down on the bed, remaining silent as waves of both embarrassment and disbelief crash through them.
“That… that was, um, something else, wasn’t it? It was like a dream,” Kyra finally says, broaching the inevitable. With a deep breath and a sigh, Jonathan smiles weakly and agrees; the same sense of comfort he had felt with her before the ordeal, when they had just been sitting in the waiting room together, seems to come back. While avoiding the more explicit details, they spend much time discussing the events they had shared; speaking of it like it had merely been a cinema trip together.
After a little, Jonathan notices two envelopes on the drawer at the foot of the bed, his eyes widen as he opens it before passing Kyra her own. Having undergone such a period of unspeakable pleasures, and having spent so long engaging in one another’s company, the pair had entirely forgot about the reason they had taken part in the study in the first place.
The pair gasps and murmurs their joy upon opening the envelopes and seeing a higher payment than expected, nearly the equivalent of a whole year’s wages. In silence they each read the accompanying note…
‘Thank you very much for taking part in the study, with your help we h
ave all of the information we needed. Your confidentiality and security is always of our highest priority, therefore no recordings or records of participation will be kept other than that which is needed for research purposes. Please find enclosed your payment. We greatly appreciate your involvement and if you would be interested in taking part in future studies, or wish to inquire about any other associated research, please do contact us (contact details overleaf). Kind regards.’
As the two get dressed, they each read the note again, both with the same question in their minds; Jonathan is the first to ask it. “So… would you consider it? Would you be interested in doing any other research for them?”