Elroy rolled his eyes. “Come on, Bea, I just dried off. It ain’t pleasant.”
She stroked his cock under her until he started to get hard again.
“Listen, Bea, I’m getting tired. Leave it for now. You already got yours. His spunk is still all over your face like you are some dirty street worker.”
“I’ll be your dirty street worker.” Bea slid Elroy’s tender cock inside her.
“What have you done to her?” Elroy shouted. “Change her back, Doctor. I’m exhausted.”
Olivia smiled. The Doctor paid them no further attention. “We’ll need to isolate the variables that led to the occurrence so we can repeat it in future trials.”
Olivia nodded.
Bea whispered. “I’ll let you have my ass, if you make me squirt off like she did.”
Elroy sat up with a new wave of energy and seriousness. “Well, anything for science. It was like this. She was using my rod to rub that spot inside and I think my finger found her ass back here.”
As Olivia and Droll left out down the stairs back toward the street, she heard Bea whisper. “I fucking love science, I do.”
***
“I just don’t see the practical application for it.” The French scientist shook his head and smoothed back the waves of his dark hair. As he looked out the window of the train rolling south toward Paris, Olivia thought she might want to do a little research with the young, muscular scientist herself.
Dr. Droll sighed on the bench next to her and spread his hands out. “Sometimes the practical application is found through extensive research. It is discovered during and after the process. You are a researcher. You know this.”
“Yes,” Olivia agreed. “We should see this research all the way through … all the way.”
The Frenchman scowled and looked back at the diagrams spread across his lap. “I understand that, but in this particular field it is much harder …”
He trailed off as the train rocked under them. He licked his lips and looked from the drawings to Olivia and back. She suspected that he was connecting that the intricate drawings of positions and nude modeling was of her. His fingers traced the lines of her drawn ass, her spread pussy, and the soft hang of her breasts with Olivia’s back arched in the drawing.
The center of the diagram pages across the French scientist’s lap rose in a ridge high enough for Olivia to camp under if she imagined it as a tent.
She stood and walked across to sit on the bench beside the researcher. She cast the extra diagrams off onto the floor to make space. He noticed, but Dr. Droll seemed utterly focused on convincing the man through reasoned argument. Olivia slid her hand under the diagram of her ass with Droll’s cock sketched hard and ready behind it. She imagined that she might have learned the skills needed to help persuade the Frenchman to the Doctor’s side of the discussion.
Droll continued on unabated. “All we ask is that our research be heard. We would like an opportunity to demonstrate our findings to the scientific community and the leading minds in Paris. I think we have earned a hearing at the very least.”
The Frenchman shook his head. “I can’t just allow just anyone to have a platform any time they decide that … oh, I, um, … well, I’m not an unreasonable man, if … we want to discuss this a bit more I’m open to the … discussion.”
Olivia’s hand worked up and down under the diagram. The paper rattled as she beat it rhythmically from underneath. The researcher gripped the seat and took more rapid, labored breaths.
“Good,” Droll said, “I knew you were open to reason.”
“Yes, quite reasonable when things are explained to me in this manner,” the Frenchman said. His hand slid back along the seat and squeezed her ass over her dress like he were comparing the real thing to the diagram folded over his hard cock in her hand.
“Squirting or female ejaculation may be the greatest discovery in our specialized field of human biology since my discovery of the G spot and even that needs better exposure.” Droll explained.
“Exposure.” The Frenchman looked Olivia up and down. “More exposure, yes.”
Olivia unbuttoned her dress with her free hand and folded it open and away from her breasts. The drawings were detailed, but still did not do the real flesh justice. He pawed at one and then the other.
Dr. Droll nodded and looked out the widow next to them. “An important discovery like this needs to be seen.”
“Yes,” The Frenchman pinched Olivia’s nipples. “More exposure.”
***
He pulled up her dress and explored her pussy and ass with his fingers. She folded the diagram up in the back and slid her mouth down over the head of his cock licking around in circles.
“This discovery could balance our society.” Dr. Droll stared at the Frenchman without acknowledging that Olivia was bobbing her head deeper and deeper down his shaft.
The researcher blinked trying to focus his minds on the Doctor’s words. “What? Balance? How could this create anything of the sort?”
“Finally, woman will be able to ejaculate on men as the men have long been able to do upon the faces, chests, asses, and pussies of women. It will bring us valuable equality and egalitarian social interactions.”
The Frenchman shook his head at Droll. “Why would any man want that?”
Olivia thought she needed to up the effort to convince him. She gave Droll a dark look thinking he did not seem to appreciate her work to grease the wheels. She slid off the Frenchman’s wet cock with her mouth and rose up over his lap. He took hold of her ass and dug his fingers into the flesh of her cheeks. She lifted his cock and teased the lips of her pussy until he felt sufficiently lubricated and she lowered herself onto him. The diagram crumpled under her between their bodies. She started grinding and the Frenchman began bouncing her up and down the length of his cock. She obliged him and let him work his shaft with her body without worrying about the G spot for the moment. The Doctor would know when to put on the demonstration.
Dr. Droll stood and took a step toward them. She reached out and unbuttoned his trousers. Olivia realized that he was probably coming closer to be heard over the crumple of the paper under her. She had already started and he wasn’t stopping her, so she figured she should continue. As she had discovered, a good blowjob solved many a man’s issues.
“If women can learn to enjoy it,” Droll said, “then men may find the exotic pleasures of it too.”
“I’m not sure I could learn such a thing,” the Frenchman said.
Droll said, “You should try it before you make an assumption based on no data.”
Olivia took the Doctor’s cock into her mouth and pulled at his balls. He visibly softened in his stance even as he hardened in her mouth. She reached back and pulled at the Frenchman’s balls under her. She heard him suck in a breath as he drove up into her with greater passion.
“Oh, I could be open to a quick experiment before we arrive in Paris and make a final decision.”
“Where did Olivia get off to?” Dr. Droll looked around as if he had lost track of her as she sucked his cock and the Frenchman gripped her hip as he enjoyed her pussy. She hummed over the top of his shaft and used her teeth a little. The Doctor grunted and looked down at her. “Oh, hey, there you are. Always at work. Lean up, would you, please?”
Olivia sat up and leaned back into the researcher’s chest. Her head laid back on his shoulder. He kissed her necked and took hold of her breasts again.
Dr. Droll knelt down and said, “Olivia, dear, does his cock feel long enough to reach where we need it?”
The Frenchman glared over her shoulder. “Hey, I’m quite long enough, thank you.”
Olivia smiled. “I believe he has sufficient length.”
The researcher gritted his teeth and gave two mighty thrusts up into her as she ground her hips. Olivia gasped and sighed.
Dr. Droll nodded. “Excellent. Sir, are you opposed to taking her in the ass?”
“In the ass?” The Frenchman paused in his counter th
rusts to Olivia’s motion.
Olivia whispered in his ear. “It’s for science.”
The researcher nodded. “Anything for science. How can I help?”
“Olivia, will you see to the transfer, please?”
“Of course, Doctor.” Olivia lifted over him and moved him back from her pussy to her ass. The researcher spread her cheeks apart to help her. He was quite helpful in that regard. He was nicely lubricated from her pussy and slid right in. As she spread apart, her weight brought her down and she sat with his balls against her ass and him buried inside. Olivia reached back and stroked his balls. She parted her fingers and gripped his cock to feel him inside her.
“Very good,” Droll said. He spit in his hand and stroked over his shaft.
Droll took hold of her stomach just above her hip and her muscles there quivered under his touch. It surprised her and brought her a thrill up through her body. She wondered if the sensation indicated feelings developing for Droll. Science didn’t have an answer or a test for such things. He slid inside and she felt so full from both cocks. Without a word, both men took up separate rhythms as they fucked her. She started counting the intervals and preparing herself for when both slammed into her simultaneously.
As the Doctor angled down, she felt him hit the spot and she moaned.
“Do you see that, sir?” Dr. Droll said.
The Frenchman lifted her breast and peered under. “What is that now? Up near the front, if I understand the diagram.”
“Quite right,” Dr. Droll said.
“It seemed it would be easier to strike it with her on her knees.”
“Sure,” Droll said, “but that is not the only option.
Olivia pulled at her nipples and licked her lips.
The door to the seating area slid opened. The porter leaned in and tilted his pillbox hat back. “Do you gentlemen need anything?”
Droll slapped into Olivia and said, “No, I think we have all we need. Thank you.”
The Frenchman said, “I could eat. Could I get a beef sandwich with sauce? Maybe a wine too?”
“Sure.” The porter began to leave.
Droll tilted his head back. “Wait. I could use a sandwich too. Wine all around. Olivia, do you care for anything else?”
Olivia heaved for air as she took both cocks. “I think I have all the beef and sauce I can handle. Thank you.”
The porter nodded. “Two sandwiches and three wines. Do you want me to close the door back?”
“Probably best,” Droll said.
As the door closed, Olivia said, “I’m close.”
“Ah, here we go. Watch closely,” Droll said.
Olivia looped her arm up over his head and neck and the Frenchman stared down at her pussy from about breast level. Droll pulled out and started frigging the head of his cock over her outer button. She reached down and spread her pussy with the Frenchman’s cock still deep in her ass.
“Now.” She breathed.
The stream of her squirt arched up and splashed the Doctor’s face. He smiled through it and licked his lips.
“Oh, my,” the researcher said, “I’ve never seen such a thing.”
The Doctor drove back into her pussy and pounded her with great speed.
Olivia said, “Again. It’s coming again.”
***
He pulled out, teasing over her pussy again. Her spray splashed out around the head of his cock and splattered the Frenchman’s face and over her own tits. He tried to pull back, but Olivia had her arm over his neck.
As his face dripped, the Frenchman said, “Oh, Lord, she can go again that quickly? This may do more than balance the sexes. Men can’t go twice in such a short span. This may make women superior.”
As Droll entered her again, he gripped her thighs and slammed her harder than before.
Olivia whispered. “What makes you think we were not superior all along, sir?”
The Frenchman watched Droll fuck her with abandon. “Are you going to make her squirt again? I have gotten the point. You will get your demonstration, Dr. Droll.”
“I might make her squirt again, but I wanted to finish myself before my sandwich and wine arrived,” Droll said.
“Oh, quite right.” The Frenchman took hold of her sticky breasts and bounced her as he resumed fucking her ass. “Olivia, do you mind terribly if I were to cum in your ass before we eat?”
“For science?” she asked.
“No,” he said, “I just enjoy cumming in a woman’s ass so and get to do it very rarely.”
“Oh, certainly,” she said. “Fill me up, please.”
Olivia screamed and Droll pulled out. He was jerking himself, but she squirted blasting the doctor and splashing the face and wavy hair of the Frenchman too.
“Fascinating, indeed,” the researcher said.
Dr. Droll shot off splashing his cum over her pussy and stomach. Olivia trailed her fingers through it spread it over her belly. The Frenchman groaned and made good on his desire as he came inside her ass. His hands collapsed away from her breasts and she laid over him with his spent cock still clenched in her ass.
Droll winked and dropped on the bench across from the others. “Thank you for you assistance as always, Olivia. I couldn’t do any of this without your unwavering dedication to the scientific process.”
“Any time, Doctor.”
The Frenchman used Olivia’s juices to smooth his hair back.
The porter opened the door and carried in a tray with three wines and six sandwiches. “I took the liberty of increasing your order as you appeared to be building up quite an appetite.”
“Well done,” the Frenchman said.
Dr. Droll reached for his money clip, but then realized he was naked. He looked about the damp drawings on the floor of the car looking for his pants to pay the porter.
Olivia leaned up with her ass still filled and took up one of the sandwiches. As she took a big bite, she said, “When did you order food? I must have been quite distracted.”
***
Olivia looked out from behind the curtain. She was already naked. She didn’t want to waste any time and risk losing the attention of all the French scientists in the audience. Over the last several days, Olivia had come to learn that the French knew a great deal about sex. They were tougher to impress, but once Dr. Droll demonstrated the G spot and the squirt, they paid attention.
Still, the men had trouble replicating it. Droll had spent hours fucking hundreds of women and the wives of important people defrosting them enough to make them squirt for the men to see. Still, they struggled to achieve it themselves. Droll pressed on fucking woman after woman after woman leading up to this mass demonstration. She had never seen such dedication to the importance of learning and pure research.
Olivia turned and said, “Doctor, I think we are about ready. Doctor? Doctor Droll, where are you? It is almost time to begin.”
She walked through the back stage and through the hallways searching for him. She stopped several men. They paid close attention to her and what she said, but they weren’t much help. They watched her go on her search even though they did not know where the Doctor was. One man gave her a long hug to be sure she was okay, but she eventually had to continue her search.
As she started opening doors on the offices in the back halls of the auditorium, people stared with jaws open. They did not know where Droll was when they did actually find their voices.
Olivia looked down and remembered that she was naked. She thought that she should probably have covered up before wandering off to search, but this was science and they needed to get started. They had worked too hard and too long with countless cocks and pussies to not present their data now that they had the chance.
Olivia opened the last door and found Dr. Droll sprawled naked on a sofa. His hand fell aside and a wine bottle rolled away from his grasp. Three French girls in various states of undress worked him over even though he appeared to be mostly asleep. He was still rock hard with his eyes clo
sed and his head turned to the side breathing out breath that smelled stronger than the inside of a wine vat.
Despite her desperation to get him bodily up for the demonstration, she was impressed by his ability to stay hard even in this state. If they could invent a pill to do this for other men, the world would line up for them instead of them having to beg for demonstration times.
“Doctor, we have to be on stage now. The scientific community of Paris is waiting on us.”
One woman with dark hair and the largest ass Olivia had seen since she became the Doctor’s assistant lowered herself onto Droll’s cock for her turn. With her mass, she still managed to keep a quick, able pace riding up and down on his stiff shaft. A blond sat on the back of the couch using the Doctor’s limp hand to finger herself as she gripped his wrist with both hands. A red head bent over the arm of the couch and alternated between licking the Doctor’s balls and the giant ass having her way with his cock.
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