Doctor August sat at his desk reviewing the read-out tape from room 107. Another sheet of paper sat on his blotter, a long series of building and falling lines undulated across the fine graph network. It was like a cardiograph chart, or a lie detector print out, but this one was entitled, Sexual Response Rate.
He referred to the chart, his eyes followed the lift and fall of the black line etched across it. It reached up high several times, each time followed by a dramatic drop, then a slow build-up, another fall. The black line never reached the straight red line drawn across the top, the line indicating a climax-level of excitement had been reached, until the very end of the chart. Doctor August looked disappointed.
He slid the papers into the folder marked 107, buzzed the intercom. "Yes?" answered his secretary. "Have the current results come from Data yet? The late results on the special readings I ordered for room 107?"
"They called just a moment ago and said they were on the way up. They also said everything read out normal."
"Thank you. Has Eric arrived yet?"
"Yes," the secretary answered. "He's here now."
"Send him in."
The door opened and the large-shouldered, stocky man with the massively thick cock who shared Darlene with the two other men stepped inside. He looked worried, distraught. His hands were clasped before him, he stood quietly just inside the door and waited.
August put the file away, looked up, without expression said, "Sit down, Eric."
Eric moved quickly to the chair and sat. His eyes never left those of August, he wanted to appear alert, awake, constantly attentive. The tight clamp of his hands on each other gave away his internal turmoil however, a characteristic Dr. August instantly perceived.
"I guess you know why I want to talk," August said.
Eric nodded. "Yes sir."
"Well, let's not make this any more painful than necessary. What happened?"
Eric's hands separated, he held them out in a gesture of helplessness. "I don't know. I've thought it all out and the only thing I can think of is that she was so dry, so tight. Her vagina was really scrubbing away at me… I guess it was just too exciting."
August looked away for a moment, then darted his piercing eyes back. Eric inhaled. "Perhaps she was too beautiful, too alluring, too practiced with her sexual movements for you to resist?"
Eric's mouth fell open, he slowly drew it shut. "I can't deny that she's a real beauty… and that she sure knows how to handle herself… but I don't think she's so practiced that it would ever happen again. It was pure accident, doctor."
August stood. He had Eric on the defensive now and wanted to use the situation to improve this man's future performance rather than let him leave thinking that his blundering ejaculation was unavoidable, a human error, something we can all shrug off and hope doesn't recur. No, that was definitely the wrong attitude.
"You're a trained specialist, Eric. A professional."
"Yes sir."
"That doesn't leave room for accidents. I know you could have avoided climaxing, I know it and you know it," August bluntly stated.
Eric squirmed. He didn't try to contest the statement with anything more than, "How?"
"Did you use the desensitizing cream?" August asked.
"Uhhhhh… " Eric squirmed. "That stuff never has done much for me. It's messy, it melts away… "
It was time to change this man's attitude. August snapped, "And it's there to avoid 'accidents' like you just committed! You almost threw the conditioning back by days! I know you may not enjoy the desensitizing cream but your function is not enjoyment, it's work. Work to rehabilitate people who have fallen prey to mistaken values! That's the only mistake we can afford to recognize… theirs!"
"Yes sir." Eric held his head low and took the scalding remarks of the doctor seriously.
"From now on you're required to apply the desensitizing cream liberally to your penis before every assignment. If we have another slip-up out of you I'll be forced to look for a replacement. Understand?"
Eric looked up at the doctor and nodded. "I understand."
"Fine. I want you to take today and rest up. I know this has been a nerve-racking experience for you and the desire to perform well may cause a real accident. That would be tragic, so take it easy, try to remember that it is past history, I hold no grudge, I have no fear of it ever occurring again."
Eric smiled, he knew the doctor's position, understood that the concern now was to make sure he was psychologically as well as physically ready for the next call.
Doctor August put an arm around his shoulder while leading him to the door. "You're a valuable man to me, Eric. You possess a very necessary physical attribute for our work. We must give the patients a variety of sex organs to excite them and yours is unique in many ways."
After instructing the secretary to inform Control Dr. August went to the washroom and scrubbed down. He dressed in his gown of bright blue and make-up placed the mask of Ken Williams onto his face.
"While I'm away please clean and change the adhesive on my goatee," he instructed the make-up girl. "It's beginning to itch."
He found Darlene walking around the walled perimeter of her room, eyes slightly glazed, humming to herself. She was feverishly looking for something, anything that wasn't white. Doctor August, tall, strong, in the familiar mask of Ken and so elegantly dressed in the flowing robe of blue. gave her all the visual relief she needed.
With a sudden turn she started moaning toward him. "Oh… oh… " She had no name for him other than, "Ken. "
Doctor August nodded solemnly at her reference to him. A mellow, cheerful music began to filter into the room. For the first time since laughing at unfortunate Eric, Darlene smiled.
"Ken, I'm so glad you've come… "
"Kneel!" the voice of Ken boomed through hidden loudspeakers.
Darlene instantly dropped to her knees. Her smile grew wider, happier. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she eagerly asked.
Behind his mask Doctor August saw a great deal of progress in her treatment. In the control center two men feverishly worked to create the answer to her question in the voice of Ken.
"No!" finally carne the answer. "Kneel and be content to be in the presence of your man!"
"Yes." She bowed her head as if in prayer, folded her hands at her stomach, closed her eyes.
August took this opportunity to examine her physical condition. Ample amounts of bare flesh were exposed through the tears and ripped holes of her white garment, succulent, nude flesh with the healthful curves and delights which had driven Eric to his mistake.
She was in fine condition. No bruises, her torn finger where the busted nail caused bleeding was completely healed. She was weathering the therapy like someone years her junior. August circled her, gazed at the fully exposed roundness of her white, plump buns, the slender sweep of her rear thighs. She seemed more beautiful than ever in this humbled, prayerful state.
Darlene could feel the staring eyes of the tall man in the mask, she knew he was circling her, drinking in the parts of her body left bare by the torn garment. She thought he would gladly accept her offer at sucking his cock, it was such a nice, large cock. She wanted to appear willing, beaten, ready to do whatever is asked.
But what was he doing now? Walking around, not touching her, why? What was it he had in mind? A slight shudder ran through her shoulders, a reminder that she could really trust no one, not even him.
When she felt him lifting away the rags she wore Darlene started to open her eyes but the voice said, "No. Do not move except to raise your arms."
She lifted her arms above her head and felt him whisk away the shameful robe. She was bare, totally nude, arms still up, breasts thrust out like gigantic gourds, her stomach flat, her rump sloping back like a silken cushion. But still, he didn't touch her.
When she felt it in her hands she didn't have the slightest idea what it could be. It felt smooth, like fine silk, a new robe? No, it was thick, fluffy, like a pillow. She squeezed it tight between her fingers and felt the softness, the fullness, the comfort of down feathers under the silk, no, satin, fabric above her head.
"You may look up."
She opened her eyes and looked up. A sob filled her throat when she saw it, a heartfelt sob of gratitude, remorse, loneliness for her home, her family, her husband, all rolled into one. She held a. pillow in her hands, a pillow covered with a pink, satin pillowcase like her favorite one.
She slowly brought the pink pillow down to her face and smothered her wet eyes and nose into it. The smell, it was her own smell, it was her own pillowcase! The pillowcase from her own bed! The bed she shared with Ken and would jealously keep to if she ever returned!
"Mine! It's my pillowcase!" Darlene rubbed her cheek against the softness, hummed with happiness.
"Lay the pillowcase before you!" came the voice.
It made Darlene jump with fright, for a split second she thought she was at home, in bed, in her own bed. She placed the pillow directly in front of her. August took his time as he circled her and approached the pink pillow. With one step at a time he stood on it in his bare feet. Darlene gazed down at this impolite treatment of her pillow.
Then she saw his blue robe part, saw his strong, hairy thighs and long, hanging cock and balls. She knew what she must do. He waited patiently while she swallowed, ran her tongue around the rim of her lips and leaned forward. With one hand sliding beneath his balls to comfortably cup them she brought her soft, sucking lips to the head of his slightly erect cock and kissed.
The kiss was enough to bring color to the glans, to make the relaxed hose stiffen slightly. She circled the glans with her moist lips and gave it a tight suck and felt it swell, become firm meat in her mouth. Her tongue licked back and forth across the smooth skinned knob until she could feel it pressing up against the roof of her mouth.
As she pulled away a thin line of saliva hung from her red lips to his cock head. She pressed the flat of her tongue against his now hard shaft and rubbed with pleasure. The tongue glided down, then up, then around to hug the hot hardness of the pulsating pecker.
Pressing her lips against the saliva-soaked muscle she rode it down to the testicles and lapped out. They jostled against her tongue as she maneuvered them one at a time into the snug wash of her mouth. They were big ovals, like walnuts, rolling across the constant movements of her tongue. She let them slide free and kissed his inner thighs, licked forcefully upward until digging back to busily brush across his anus.
He separated his legs somewhat and Darlene was able to press her face into his crotch like a feeding calf and press the tip of her tongue forcefully against his asshole. He was very relaxed and she easily found herself probing up inside the dark hole, scooping, swirling, exploring this new region of sexual pleasure.
She kneeled back with pride. It was something she never thought she could do, eat out a man's asshole, but she just did it. Did it voluntarily, without the voice ordering her to. She wondered if he was as pleased as she.
August enjoyed her aggressiveness for two reasons. One, it was a sign of great progress. Two, the feel of her squirming tongue as it tried to touch every portion of his rectum was absolute bliss. She had a talented, versatile tongue which passed on pleasures with great expertise.
He lay flat on his back with the pink pillow cushioning his ass and reached for Darlene. She came to him with her mouth, pressing her lips to his. But August moved her around until her lower lips, the pink lips of her twat, came to his face. Darlene understood and instantly wrapped her mouth around the upraised root at her mouth.
August went straight for her anus. His tongue circled her colon, tasted, moistened, dug inside with sliding ease. She felt the soft, mushy insert of his rolling tongue, felt her asshole begin to fill with the stroking, rubbing, scooping worm of rubber.
Darlene moved off his cock and pressed her face deep. She too wanted him to enjoy how good it felt. She separated his buns with her hands, was amazed by the abundant hair, licked it all flat and stabbed his tongue at his puckered hole. It moved inside and felt the tight squeeze of his colon moving up and down each time she inserted and pulled back.
She flexed, tightened her asshole on his tongue and felt him tighten back on hers. Communication. No words, but still a communication of the most explicit form. It felt so good, the warm squirm of her asshole, so relaxing, so pleasant. She was transported, completely unaware of the room, where she was, what was going on.
"Uuuuuughhhhhhh!" she happily groaned. He was drawing her up to an orgasm, turning her on completely. By stroking the inside of her ass with his tongue! Darlene couldn't believe it, then she could, then she remembered the three men and their cruel withdrawal every time she came near.
"Please… oh, please don't disappoint me," she begged.
August had no intention of leaving her half-baked. He slammed his tongue deep, swirled it, dug down toward her cunt and tried to jab through to come out her pussy lips. Her sweet ass was washing against his face, buns snuggled on each side of his nose, her rose-colored crack felt as if it was in flames as he worked his tongue faster and faster.
She was bucking now, jerking her ass back at his mouth, trying to bury his head up her asshole and have him chew her guts out. The tip of his cock was warmly nestled between her billowing tits as she burrowed down deep into his ass and jabbed back just as powerfully.
"Oh! Yes! My God! That's it! I love it! Oh!" she screamed with delight.
Her body rolled, jerked, shuddered on top of his. She clamped her thighs around his ears with joy, streams of juice drained from her cunt onto his masculine chest and she pulled back to express her absolute joy by burying his cock totally inside the howling hole of her throat.
August waited until her orgasm ebbed, then moved down two inches until her soaked cunt met his lips. She was rocking her head on his pecker, twisting back and forth to rub it thoroughly all around the gurgling softness. He licked out and drank away the golden dew of her slit, kissed it up, sucked and nibbled until all the flesh glowed with husky redness.
Then he stabbed inside, licked the slithery walls, sucked the lips inside his mouth, pressed against her bursting clitoris. With his fingers he separated the lips of the twat until it was like a deep pink cave before his eyes. It was a fresh, inviting vision, a cavern so beautifully constructed and colorful that no explorer could resist entering. It was the hidden cave every man dreams about as a boy, a place to make his secret fort, a warm cozy clubhouse.
He watched the wetness accumulate on the walls and lips, tested the slickness with his tongue, decided how lucky every man was to feel the warm cling of cunt walls as his first sensation upon entering life. The hole was where we all come from, the delicious hole where every man desires to journey back again and again.
His mouth came fully down on the tremendous creation and he flared his tongue to give it lick after lick. Darlene felt his cock-head rubbing against her tonsils, scrubbing her throat, pumping in and out of her. She wanted to swallow it, to keep it in her mouth forever because this man had made her so happy, this Ken.
She could feel his gentle, yet firm strokes against her clitoris, could feel how deftly he worked to bring her back to another climax. She sucked warmly at his cock and only wished a man were capable of several orgasms in as short a time as she was… it would be so nice to please him as often as he can please me, she thought.
His tongue drove the tenderness of her cunt into a flashing frenzy of spasms. Even before she realized she was climaxing it was rumbling through her, that nonstop tremble of absolute release and happiness. She jammed her cunt back to his tongue as it rolled her little rod back and forth.
Her ass flexed, she grabbed with fists at the soft floor, her lips plunged far enough down his cock to feel the hair on her nose, her belly trembled violently and she once again issued honey from her delighted box. But the tongue kept working, scooping at the juice, drawing it away, drinking her up as fast as she could produce.
But his cock was still hard, powerfully erect and stubborn. She pounded her head down on it, impaled the long spike deep inside her throat and sucked hard each time she lifted up. She rolled the slick glans back and forth in her lips and tantalized it with her tongue. But no, it refused to come in her mouth.
Darlene's heart jumped for joy when she felt his hands on her hips urging her around. She quickly obeyed and sat astride his hips, the long, wet cock flat on his stomach nestled securely under her snatch. The grinning face of Ken leered up at her and she smiled back, it was a nice face, it had pleased her thoroughly and now she hoped to please it.
He eased her up with his hands and she could feel his cock-head as he lifted the rod into place below her well-sucked cunt. She lowered down on it gradually, swinging her hips slightly to work the massive shaft up and inside. It felt wonderful, filling, stretching, inflaming.
Once she was completely settled down on his cock August gave his hips a short lift and watched her breasts roll. He liked that, watching her abundant, unsupported breasts jostle when she moved. They were like two bulging eyes with pink pupils rolling gleefully each time the cock was driven home.
She leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders as he plowed his cock in and. out of the tight cavern. The tits swayed, banged together, wobbled in circles, kept in a state of constant, fascinating, motion. She started to clip her ass down on him with short strokes, the meaty sound of her rump on his thighs playing a chorus of music to their rhythmical screwing, to her dancing breasts.
"Ummmmmmm," she hummed as she felt the flared head of his glans drawing fresh juice from her cunt. She knew she would be climaxing again soon.
His firm rod was completely engulfed in the trembling gash when she started to buck herself violently. She lost her pace, started gasping with gulping heaves, closed her eyes and grimaced as the fires of orgasm engulfed her body. August stroked fast, deep, without stopping to catch up with her sudden climax.
"Oh… I lave you!" she moaned as the waves tore through her torso.
August lifted up until his rump was off the satin pillow and she rode high in the air. His imbedded cock shuddered between the clapping walls of her cunt. It was close, so close, so overwhelming. He felt the white cream coming along the whale length of his red pecker, felt it rise like the mercury in a thermometer, knew that now was the time for his graph to hit and pass the red line.
"Ughhhh!" he moaned as his cock erupted and spewed its steaming payload into the cunt.
"Yes! That's it! Oh! My pussy! Fill me up! Make it fill me up and drown me!" she cried.
His hips bolted up even higher as gush after gush of his milk blasted inside her. And Darlene's face was flushed with joy as she pounded her fists down on his chest to urge him on and on and on. The jism filled her hole, frothed inside the pump-like action, bubbled from her lips to leak down his balls, the meat of his ass, and trickle into a little puddle on top of the pillow with the pink satin cover.
After August withdrew his cock Darlene rolled to her back and tried to catch her breath. He closed his blue robe about him and went to the door. Before she could look up he was gone. Darlene was once again alone.
"Where are you?" she asked. The empty room made her want to cry, she wanted to suck at his cock until it grew stiff again, until it could fill her twat and pound it back to fulfillment. But he was gone. She looked around and discovered she wasn't alone, though. And the room was no longer all white, it now had just the right amount of color.
Pink. The pillow in the satin pink pillowcase was still in the room. To keep her company. Or, maybe it was a reward because she performed so well, behaved and cooperated so fully and eagerly. She crawled to the pillow and lifted it up to her beaming face. That's when she saw the jism.
But that was no reason to frown, in fact she smiled. Her pink tongue moved from her mouth to taste the lumpy delicacy, to touch it softly and savor it.
"Cream, my dear Ken's cream to keep me company while I sleep," she whispered before pressing her lips to the pasty whiteness and sucking it into her mouth.