HOLY SHIT!
Her breath started coming fast and hard, and the pleasure interrupted her horror at even thinking such a sinful phrase as holy shit.
But holy shit! It was happening again… she was going to… she was almost there… almost…
Oh … my!
She leaned back, spreading her legs as wide as possible. He thrust a finger inside her and she felt something growing and gathering, a wave crashing… a fire raging… the earth moving…
No wait, that was Hemingway.
But whatever the metaphor, the most intense pleasure she’d experienced yet overtook her, lifted her to a burning hot place and then let her soar deliciously down, her core doing a celebratory dance of some kind, moving to a regular involuntary rhythm.
Oh my goodness. Oh sweet non-Purity!
She gazed dazedly at Milo, who was smiling at her with pride and tenderness, his face glistening with her juices.
Yes, her juices.
“What do you want now, Susie?”
I want more.
“I want … I want … I want …”
The words. She still couldn’t get her mouth to say the words. She looked down at his crotch, at his bulge, at his …
“Do you want my cock, Susie?”
Gracious! “Uh … um … yes.”
“Ask for it.”
“I …”
“Yes?”
“I want …”
“Yes?”
“I want your… cock.”
She’d done it! She’d said it! She was so excited about her victory, she was almost surprised when he pulled down the zipper in his leather underwear, and his entire, hard length sprang free. She shrieked, but instead of in horror or pain, this shriek was sheer delight.
Thick and long and lovely. She reached for him, skimming her fingertips over his silken skin, working from the base up to the tip, firm yet soft, like the head of a mushroom.
A delicious mushroom.
“What would you like me to do with my cock, Susie?” Milo asked.
Stick it inside me.
The voice in her head was growing clearer, stronger. She opened her mouth, closed it, then reached for his hips, pulling his magnificent Toole toward her Sacred Place.
He pushed the soft pink tip up against her opening. Then he pushed, and she watched fascinated as it started disappearing up inside her, and the most wonderful, wonderful feelings started licking all the way up and down her body, feelings she seemed to have an endless appetite for.
He started moving his hips, in and out, sweet and slow.
Dwanna wrapped her legs around his back. “Deeper,” she said.
Milo obliged, grabbing her hips, he scooted her closer, holding her as he thrust. With each plunge, he filled her, his body grinding against her sensitive nub. The delicious build started again, becoming hotter and wilder and more and more all-encompassing and then she fell into it, screaming.
YES! YES! YES! YES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
She wasn’t aware of anything but the thrust, the pleasure gripping her, bordering on pain. And when the wave subsided, she was holding fistfuls of Milo’s hair, which she was very glad to find were still attached to his head. She was panting like a crazy person, her body wrapped around him, probably half-suffocating him with her breasts, though he didn’t seem to mind.
His face, when he raised it, was pale and stunned.
“Milo?”
“You took me by surprise.”
“A good surprise?”
“The best.”
She was so relieved, so glad. She wanted this drunken, crazy feeling to go on and on. “I want more.”
“More?” He seemed a little breathless.
“Oh, yes! More… with you… to do everything… and then I want to try other men, too. At the same time. Just like Chastity said. How had I ever thought that could be disgusting? And then I want Chastity, too. I’d like to see her lose control like a wild mongoose. Not that I’ve had a lot of experience with wild mongeese, but it sounds naughty and funny to say so.”
“Susie.” Milo’s face softened into a grin. “I think I’d better call in some reinforcements. Would you like that?”
Dwanna was totally out of control of her desires. She knew it. But she just couldn’t stop now. “Yes!”
She was still breathing hard when he slid out of her. And as if her hand had a mind of its own, it moved between her legs and she started to explore her Sacred Place all on her own, to find out about all the special bits he seemed to know about, that she didn’t. Yet.
Her fingers found the little pink button and pressed it experimentally.
Oh… my.
Milo pushed a very different kind of button on the chair, and two comfortable stirrups appeared from the sides of the iCliner, supporting her legs and keeping them spread wide. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
But Dwanna hardly heard him, she was so busy rubbing at her little button, delicious and wonderful sensations coursing through her all over again. She moved her other hand to her breasts, pinching her nipples. She wondered if she could…
Why not try?
She grasped one large orb and lifted it, bringing her nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking it herself. She did miss the feel of Milo inside her Sacred Place, so she plunged two fingers up where he’d been, the velvety, wet walls firm and squeezing. She sucked and fondled and plunged and…
Oh… my!
That feeling gripped her again. Again!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Once wave after wave passed, Dwanna opened her eyes and found Milo watching her with a delighted smile on his face. “Milo, what is happening to my body, and will I ever stop wanting it to happen again and again?”
“That’s what humans are made to do, my sweet.”
Sweet. She loved that he called her that and that he spoke so gently. She loved being held, and she loved this thing called coming. “I feel like some beast inside me has been unleashed, and that it desperately needs feeding.”
“You’ve been doing without for far too long, babe.” He grinned, then leaned in and kissed her.
This kiss was as warm and lovely as Chastity’s, and her heart did a triple-beat of excitement.
“I really like you, Susie.”
“I really like me too.” She giggled at her joke, and then realized it wasn’t one. Maybe she could like herself. Even her body. Even her breasts. Right now, anything seemed possible. “And I really like you too, Milo.”
A knock came at the door.
“Ready?” Milo winked and went to answer. In stepped a tall very handsome man with dark eyes and Indian features. “Susie Jones, meet Rod Plunjir.”
Dwanna’s body responded to the kind eyes of this new stranger, warming and tingling. He smiled warmly as he took off his clothes and revealed a magnificent body and fully erect very, very lovely… cock. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.
“Hello, Rod.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Susie.”
“Same here.” Instead of shaking his hand, she reached out and touched the supremely soft skin of his shaft, impossibly naughty.
It jumped and reached toward her.
Dwanna giggled. “Oh, I like that.”
“Rod is our Anal Specialist. He’ll do a great job readying you for the experience.”
“Anal?” For a second, she couldn’t quite breathe.
“If this is moving too fast, it’s okay. Rod can come back another time.”
“Um…” Something trembled inside Dwanna. Should she tell him no? To come back another time? But what if this freedom of hers didn’t last? What if the euphoria wore off and all that was left was the old Dwanna Badlei, daughter of the Purity Foundation’s director? A girl who would never be good, and yet was too afraid to be bad?
“I want to try.”
Milo chuckled and lay beside her on the iCliner, adjusting the width so it would be comfortable for the three of them. “Come here, my sweet, insati
able Susie.”
He dragged her on top of him. She knew immediately what he wanted, because it was what she wanted too. While Rod took out a bottle of clear gel, she straddled Milo’s magnificently muscled body and lowered her hungry core onto him, feeling him filling her, and oh my goodness how much time she’d wasted at the Foundation by not living her life.
She rocked up and down to get Milo going deliciously in and out of her, not ashamed of her heavy breasts swinging back and forth, gasping in pleasure when Milo caught them in his large hands.
“You are beautiful, Susie. I could watch you all day.” Rod adjusted the iCliner so he could stand quite close behind her and Milo, stroking her back with a warm hand. “I’m going to start getting you ready back here. You’ll feel my finger and lubricant.”
Dwanna held her breath, but when the finger came, it was gentle, the gel cool and slippery-wet between her cheeks. He found her nether opening and circled it.
“Ohhhhh.” The feeling was wonderful with Milo up inside her, his lips and teeth on her nipple, and that finger pressing gently into her backdoor place, deeper and deeper.
Dwanna gave a little shriek of pleasure.
“Is everything okay?” Rod asked.
“No,” Dwanna answered. “I’m wonderful!”
More, bigger, farther.
One finger became two, sliding, stretching, filling. Patient, gentle Rod spent a good long time stroking up and down Dwanna’s channel. Finally he said, “You’re ready.” And she could hear the moist sliding sounds of him lubricating his beautiful thickness.
Then he held her hips still, and she felt the tip of him, hard and soft at the same time, nudging her nether place, then pushing, pushing, widening, stretching, sliding in farther and farther, until she felt so full, she thought she would burst.
“God you feel good, Susie.” Rod’s hands joined Milo’s sliding up and down her breasts. “I’m going to have trouble lasting.”
Dwanna was breathless, trembling, stretched and sandwiched between two gorgeous male bodies.
They began to move, Milo up and down, Rod in and out
“Oh, God. Rod, I can feel your cock moving against mine.” Milo pushed harder, his breathing becoming labored. “It’s good, man. Really good.”
“Yes,” gasped Rod, thrusting up to the hilt, slippery sliding in the darkest most forbidden place on Dwanna’s body. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Ungh! Omgh! Glrgph!” Dwanna couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only experience the twin pressure and thrill of the dueling erections, stroking her, stretching her, slowly increasing in speed and pressure. She opened her mouth to scream out the coming orgasm, and realized she was wasting a perfectly lovely orifice.
It was a crazy idea, but she asked anyway. “Can I have another?”
“Another?” Milo said, his smile growing.
“Another… uh, cock. To suck on.”
Two minutes later, she realized she’d said the words out loud, because another man walked calmly into the room and dropped his trousers, displaying shaved balls and a glorious cock with a large head that she was immediately ravenous for.
“Hi, Susie. I’m Peter Bonebury.”
She didn’t answer, just opened her mouth wide. Peter climbed onto the iCliner and knelt straddling Milo’s head, placing his shank into position. She slid him between her lips.
Oh, yesssss.
He was warm and sweet, she took his length deep into her mouth. Peter’s indulgent smile gave way to surprise, then pure pleasure.
Dwanna looked down and saw Milo peering up at Peter sliding in and out of her lips. He reached up to fondle Peter’s soft sack, and Peter’s rock-hard thighs started shaking.
The pressure built in Dwanna yet again, clenching all her muscles, heating her like fire. She swirled her tongue around the tip of Peter’s cock before taking him deep in her throat, tightening her pelvic muscles to drive Rod and Milo over the edge with her.
Milo wedged a hand between their bodies and found her sensitive center. She gave in with a yell around the perimeter of Peter’s thickness. Ecstasy burned, hung, then swept her over the edge, making her squeeze Milo and pulse against Rod.
Milo began to groan loudly, his hips spasming.
“Milo.” Rod moaned harder. “I feel you coming. I’m coming, too.”
As Milo and Rod exploded inside of Dwanna, she heard female moaning that wasn’t her own and noticed someone standing in the corner of the room.
It was Fanny Lueber, her head thrown back in ecstasy, impaling herself with the largest vibrator Dwanna had ever seen.
Peter suddenly withdrew from her mouth, then pulled back and spurted onto Dwanna’s chest and neck.
Everyone was exhausted, sated (except for Fanny, who was still going at it like she had something to prove), and they collapsed onto the iCliner in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Dwanna stared up at the ceiling mirror to admire the scene.
“Oh…my,” Dwanna said, because right there, strung around her neck and draping down to the tops of her breasts was the most exquisite pearl necklace she’d ever seen.
And not the type of pearl necklace the Purity Foundation would approve of at all.
That both thrilled Dwanna, and shocked her to the very core.
Because Mother wouldn’t be happy about this.
And Mother didn’t forgive.
Chapter 8
“I’m canceling the meeting. Dwanna has failed us.” Vera would never be able to get the filth of her daughter’s performance out of her mind. She’d turned her Most Sacred Place into a den of depravity. It would have been disappointing enough if she had just done her filthy fornication with the shaggy-haired one. But when she invited the other two and their wicked wands, one into her mouth and the other into her putrid passage? That was far too much alliteration for Vera to take!
Once Vera got a hold of her daughter, she would subject Dwanna to a purification ritual every day for the rest of her life.
“Cancel the meeting?” A Sachs-Yule scoffed. “Are you crazy?”
“What am I supposed to use to shut down the institute? I can’t very well release video of my daughter filled with three smutty spears of Satan, now can I?”
“We don’t need the video.”
“What are we supposed to threaten them with then? Hmm?”
“We have the audio.” A Sachs-Yule rubbed his hands together, which seemed a little clichéd, even to Vera.
“The audio?”
“When Dwanna first arrived at the institute, they covered the cameras in her strand of pearls with some kind of collar. But the audio came through as clear as a very clear audio track. Listen.” Sachs-Yule tapped his iSpy iRecorder and Dwanna’s voice filled the room.
“I don’t want to do this.
“No. Stop it.
“No! You have to stop!
“No more. Please, no more. I’m begging you.”
A rustling and clanking joined her voice, the sound of a body thrashing against restraints. “You bastard! You cruel bastard!
“You’ll never break me. I don’t care what sick, perverted thing you do to me. You can try anything you want to. But I won’t succumb!”
And then the seemingly endless screaming began.
Vera frowned. Sure enough, her daughter sounded as if she was being tortured and was refusing to give in. “That’s not exactly the way I remembered it.”
A smile slithered across Sachs-Yule’s face. “You’ve never heard of editing?”
Vera had to admit, she liked this edited version of Dwanna. Righteous. Heroic. Willing to sacrifice herself for her mother’s cause. “And we can release this to news outlets? Destroy the Seimann Institute’s credibility? Bury them in investigations and bad press?”
“Of course, we can. The tabloids and cable news stations are always in search of sex scandals.”
Vera smiled at A Sachs-Yule. Or tried to. It was a lot harder to smile since the face-lift. Good thing she didn’t generally have much cause for smiling. “The mee
ting is on, then. I’ll release the recording today.”
A Sachs-Yule threw back his head and let out a moo-hahahahahahaha.
Vera joined in.
The vile, depraved history of the Seimann Institute would soon come to an end, and Vera was going to enjoy watching it burn.
THE END
Or is it?
What will happen to the Seimann Institute?
Will Peter and Fanny ever express their love for one another?
Will Milo and Dwanna ever express their love for one another?
Will Chastity get her DP?
Will Vera and Dwanna ever reconcile?
What the hell is wrong with A Sachs-Yule anyway?
All of these questions, plus a full scale interplanetary invasion of earth, will be revealed in:
THE SEXPERTS: LOVING THE ALIEN
50 GRADES OF SHAY: THE SEXPERTS
by Melinda DuChamp
IN THE FUTURE, SOME PEOPLE ARE STILL PRUDES…
But Fanny Leuber and Peter Bonebury, instructors at the Siemann Sex Institute, are doing all they can to make sure everyone can enjoy a healthy, prosperous sex life. Even if that means kidnapping clueless men to teach them how to please a woman, giving BDSM lessons, and creating group sex instructional videos.
But when a gorgeous, naive blond with sexual super powers arrives at the institute, everything Fanny and Peter know will be exposed and turned upside down … including their secret feelings for each other.
Written by bestselling erotica author Melinda DuChamp, THE SEXPERTS is another hilarious, romantic, and downright naughty adventure for readers who are daring enough.
It’s erotica for smart people who like to laugh, just like you.
50 SHADES OF ALICE IN WONDERLAND
by Melinda DuChamp
BEYOND 50 SHADES OF GREY…
Eighteen-year-old Alice is unhappy. Her boyfriend is nice and polite, but he’s also quick and careless in bed, and doesn’t give Alice the attention and variety she craves. But he’s not entirely to blame, because Alice herself doesn’t understand her own needs. She’s heard about what sex is supposed to be like, but has never felt anything remotely close to what she’s read about in runaway bestselling books.
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