All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

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Chapter One
Raymond Siders was drenched with sweat as he watched the men spread wide the legs of the naked, young African girl. The girl could be no older than fourteen, Raymond thought to himself as he sat next to his two colleagues in the small, dark hut in the African village. A professor at a large West Coast university, Raymond and the two other professors from the Anthropology Department had been awarded a grant to study life in a remote and isolated African village. Heretofore, the village had been totally cut off from the outside world. So when Raymond, Carl Felton and Tom Jacobs, his colleagues in the department, convinced the tribal elders to allow them to live in the village and observe for three months, it was a major research coup.

Now, as the torches flickered in the stifling heat, the three men listened as one of the tribal elders explained. Holding up a large, green caterpillar, the elder declared that the life, fertility and family bonds of the village all centered on the green caterpillars of the region. He moved closer to the three sweating, white faces and held up the large insect, telling them to look closely at the back of the creature. There, on the back of the caterpillar, the elder said, are the "eggs of life." On the back of the large worm, the three scholars could clearly see eight, tiny white ovoid eggs firmly attached. With a steady hand, the elder gently detached one of the eggs, about half the size of a grain of rice, for the researchers to see.

With a nod from the old man to another elder holding the naked girl's legs, a second tribesman took a small knife and lowered it to the girl's exposed, hairless vagina. The young girl wasn't struggling, as the three white men would have expected. On the contrary, she was smiling, aglow with anticipation at what was about to happen to her. The man with the knife reached out with his fingers and spread the young girl's sex lips. With the knife, he made the tiniest of cuts, less than a quarter of an inch long, in the crease between one outer and inner lip of her vagina. With that, the senior elder chanted several words directly to the tiny egg resting on his fingertip, and then pressed the tiny white dot into the small pink cut on the girl's vagina. He squeezed the two vaginal folds together, nodded to the girl and she rose and left the hut. That was the first of five identical fertility ceremonies the three researchers would witness that night.

When the five rites were finished, the men all left the hut and gathered around the fire as the elder began to explain what the outsiders had observed. Only one egg could be harvested from a single caterpillar, otherwise the caterpillar would die and the village would become barren. The fertility rite was only performed once a year and only by the village elders. The tiny eggs of the green caterpillar were sacred seeds that were implanted into the skin of the young girls of the village when they reached the age to marry. Within three days, the elder explained, the eggs would make the girls fertile and aid them in finding a husband. In three days, the elder said with a laugh and an obscene gesture, the young women would ripen and become "man hungry." A woman's hunger would drive her to find the right man to put out the fire in her body, a fire created by the egg. Thus the woman would always be grateful and indebted to her husband for putting out the fire and would always be a good wife, he said. Again, the old man laughed.

Raymond, as senior faculty and spokesperson for the trio, thanked the elders for allowing them to watch the ceremony, and the three Americans retreated to their hut to make notes of the evening, talk about their good fortune at being in the village during the time of the fertility rite, and ultimately air their skepticism. They all agreed that almost certainly the eggs served as nothing more than a suggestive placebo to the young girls.

The next three days in the village passed uneventfully and the researchers had dismissed the earlier event completely. Just another superstitious ritual that spawns the quaint tribal myths of village life, Raymond had decided. That is until that evening. In their hut, Raymond, Carl and Tom were discussing what they should accomplish during the remaining two weeks of the three-month grant, when a young girl entered their hut. All three men instantly recognized her as one of the young women of the fertility ritual. It was clear something was different about the girl, but it was only when she untied the cloth that covered her body did the scholars realize what. As she dropped the fabric and stood before them naked, the men noticed that her tiny childlike breasts were now quite swollen, over half-again their original size. It was as if she was pregnant and her breasts had become engorged with milk. But that wasn't at all the case. The three men could also see that the girl's vaginal lips were now quite swollen and distended and of a bright pink color, bordering on red, Raymond thought, squinting through the torchlight.

The girl smiled and playfully asked them which one of them was going to have sex with her tonight. Somewhat confused, the three politely refused her offer. Outraged, the young woman began screaming and shouting, which brought the elders rushing onto the scene. The irate girl was sent away, on to an adjacent hut as the old man laughed. The elders explained that for the next two weeks all of the young women involved in the fertility rite would have sex with any man in the village - married, unmarried, young, or old, it didn't matter. For the next several weeks the village would be the scene of one large orgy, an elder explained. As men residing in the village, the Americans would be expected to participate, the old man added. As the two weeks passed, he continued, the women would become more passionate and allow potential husbands to sample them at their sexual peak. Then at the end of the two weeks, the pairing off for marriage would be done. But for the next two weeks, the women were "crazy with the sex heat," he chuckled. With that, the elders left.

There was little sleep in the American's hut that night. The three professors spent the entire night talking about the research implications of what they had just witnessed. Their published articles would be groundbreaking, their success in academia skyrocketing. Finally, they drifted off to sleep. All except Raymond Siders, who slipped unnoticed out of the hut and into the night.

The following morning, Carl and Tom were shocked to learn that Raymond had left the village and returned to the United States. They found the note he left, explaining that as a married man, he would have to leave before being unfaithful to his wife. He was returning to the University. Since Carl and Tom were single, he encouraged them enjoy the customs of the village. What neither Carl nor Tom knew was that during the night, Raymond Siders had ventured into the brush, found one of the green caterpillars with eggs attached, and packed the creature into his belongings before leaving. The two young researched just smiled and joked about the sacrifices they would have to make in the name of research.

Chapter Two
On the long flight home to the West coast, Raymond Siders was working the whole thing out in his mind. He would beat both Carl and Tom to the punch in publishing his article about the amazing fertility ritual, and thereby gain academic fame. Hell, he thought, this will insure his being named the next department chairman. He would not be passed over again for promotion, not now. But academic fame was not all there was, he realized. He could take the caterpillar eggs to a chemical research group, find out exactly what it was and sell the formula to a pharmaceutical company for untold wealth. There wasn't a drug company around who wouldn't pay millions for the formula for a real female aphrodisiac. Viagra was child's play compared to the money this stuff could make him, he mused. He dozed off to sleep as the plane soared westward, and Raymond Siders counted his millions

Many hours later, as the taxi pulled away from in front of his house, Raymond handled his small carry-on bag very carefully. He rushed inside and flew past his stunned wife, Helen, on his way to the study.

"Hi, Helen. Had to come home early. Important business. Grab my luggage, will you? It's on the curb," he called to her, and disappeared into the study, the sound of the door locking behind him.

Quickly, he dug into the carry-on bag and pulled out the toothbrush container. Slowly he opened the plastic cover and his heart surged as the big green caterpillar lifted its head.

"It made it!" he thought. "It's still alive!" and he sat down and began to plan his next steps. His fortune and glory crawled slowly across the desktop and Raymond suddenly looked worried.

What if the symptoms of the women in the village were psychosomatic results of years of mythical indoctrination, he thought? What if they reacted that way because they were expected to react that way? What if the caterpillar eggs really had nothing to do with it, he questioned? He would be made to look like a complete fool if he didn't test it for himself. He had to know for sure that it worked. But how, he asked? Who could he get to test the egg on? Then it hit him.

"Of course!" he said excitedly. "Helen! I'll test it on Helen!"

With lightening speed, Raymond began to plan out the events of the evening. Helen was not a sexy woman, he rationalized, so there would be no way anything else could induce her to sexual passion. Indeed, he thought, at thirty years old, though she was ten years younger than he was, but she always acted forty-five. A plain woman, she did little to make herself attractive. But then Raymond really didn't care if Helen was attractive or not, as long as she was dutiful and supportive as a faculty wife.

At dinner that evening, Raymond recounted is journey to Africa to Helen. She listened obediently and nodded with interest as he told her about tribal life, but omitting any mention of the fertility rite or the caterpillar. After dinner, Helen began clearing the dinner dishes and it was a simple task for Raymond to drop three small sleeping pills into her wine glass. Then, just to make sure she drank, he offered a toast, as she returned to the table.

"To my loving wife," he said lifting his glass, "who will be an enormous help in my success."

Helen look puzzled for a moment, then smiled and swallowed the remainder of the red wine. Raymond feigned a yawn, and suggested they turn in early. Exhausted from his trip, he said. Within an hour, Helen was asleep in the bed, deeply sedated from the pills. Working quickly, Raymond tugged down the Helen's cotton pajamas shorts, spread her legs wide apart and dashed downstairs. With steady hands, he gently detached one of the small translucent eggs from the sluggish caterpillar and ran back upstairs to the bedroom. He wedged his fingers between her vaginal lips, pushed aside the thick matte of public hair, until he found an identical spot to the one used by the tribal elders. Just as he has seen the old man do, he made a tiny surface cut between his wife's vaginal folds. He quickly pressed the tiny egg into the small wound, press the lips together, just as he had seen, and pulled her pajama shorts back up.

Slipping back into bed, Raymond could hardly keep from laughing. If for some strange reason this thing really did work, he found it difficult to imagine his wife in a sexually aroused state. Their marriage had always been rather chilly and he could probably count on both hands the number of times they had sex in their eight years of marriage. But Raymond had preferred it that way. He supposed that Helen might be considered in some circles an attractive woman, but he preferred her drabness. It offered no distractions from his research, which is after all, was just what he wanted from a wife.

Helen Siders awoke the next morning feeling sluggish and with an enormous hangover. She couldn't believe that two glasses of wine could make her feel so bad. In the shower, she discovered a small tender spot between her legs. Probing the folds of her vagina, she discovered a small red patch. She must have managed to scratch herself somehow, she thought to herself, and she immediately dismissed it.

Downstairs she found that Raymond had already locked himself in the study and she could hear him transcribing his notes. It went like that for the next two days. When Raymond did come out of the study, she would occasionally catch him staring at her.

"Is everything all right, Raymond?" she would ask.

And each time over the two day stretch, he would say, "Just fine, dear. How are you feeling?"

Chapter Three
The morning of the third day started just as the others had. Helen awoke, climbed in the shower and began to bathe. It was then that she noticed the oddest thing. As she lathered up her chest with soap, she realized that her breasts were not only tender to the touch, but that they actually seemed larger. Not just seemed larger, she thought, felt larger. At first she just thought she was getting her period and it was the usual tenderness and swelling. And she notices some puffiness and redness in her vaginal areas. But no, her period was weeks away, she remembered. It was only when she finished showering and started to dress that her concern became real. She began to put on a bra, struggled for a moment and then tossed it aside. Must have put the thing on high heat in the dryer and it shrank, she thought, pulling another one out of a drawer. But that one too was small, ridiculously small. She hooked it, but her breasts just spilled over the tiny A cups like they didn't exist.

"Oh my God," she thought. "I need to see a doctor. Something is really wrong!"

Rushing downstairs, Helen wanted to tell Raymond. She found the door to the study locked and when she called in to him, his scolding response was, "Sorry, dear, not now. Working hard and I can't be interrupted!"

"Damn," she muttered to herself and stormed out of the door. If she was going to go to a doctor's office, she had to have a bra that fit her and didn't painfully pinch, she decided. At the mall, Helen was hit with yet another surprise. At the fashionable lingerie store, after several attempts she found a bra that fit. But it was two cup sizes larger than she regularly wore. And for the first time in her life, as she stared into the dressing room mirror, she had cleavage!

She bought an armful of flattering bras and tiny panty sets, and headed back along the shopping mall. As she walked, she couldn't help but notice that men seemed to be smiling at her, looking her up and down more, and she even drew an occasional wink from a couple of be-suited businessmen. Were men so shallow that they only noticed women with large breasts, she thought to herself? Or maybe it was her fault? Maybe she was staring at them? Maybe she was actually looking at men differently? She imagined that she could actually feel a tingling between her legs as she smiled and winked back at two young college men she passed. Well, whatever it was, she said to herself, she was really enjoying it.

After several more stops and more purchases, she hardly recognized herself in the reflection of the glass storefronts. She was wearing high heels, which she rarely if ever wore these days, a short, pleated flouncy skirt and a satin blouse, which she now had only partially buttoned. She had even stopped at a cosmetics counter for a makeover and a shopping bag full of cosmetics. It was now more than a perception and she knew it. Every man she passed in the mall lusted after her and she knew it. The stares were real. And it was making her hornier than she had ever been in her life. She could not remember a moment in her life that she wanted to fuck more than right now.

She drove home like a madwoman, forgetting all about the doctor's office. All the way home, she rubbed and fingered her swollen sex lips, gently stroking herself through the tiny satin g-string she had just purchased.

"God, I'm soaking wet!" she thought to herself, fingering her damp opening. Before she could even get home, she had pushed aside the small fabric swatch and was working her fingers into her pussy as she drove. When she arrived home, she dumped her purchases on the sofa and walked over to the study door and tried the knob. Finding it unlocked, she pushed the door open and stepped into the study to find Raymond sitting at the desk, the surface covered with piles of papers.

She could tell by the shocked look on her husband's face that he was surprised by the vision that stood before him. His mouth just flapped speechlessly with only small squeaks coming out.

"Ooooooo, I think he likes it," she said teasingly, and slowly began to unbutton and remove her blouse.

"I've got a multiple choice quiz for you, honey," Helen said, in a deep sexy voice, tossing the blouse aside and reaching back to unsnap her bra.

"Do you…." she said, pausing for dramatic effect, as she peeled the lacy bra off and tossed it onto the floor.

"A…" she said teasingly, slowly unzipping the short skirt and letting it fall to the floor, "fuck me, right here, right now, until I can't walk…"

"Or B…" she said, hooking her thumbs beneath the elastic band of the tiny g-string and pushing it down, "do I go out and stand in the street like this until someone comes along who will fuck me until I can't walk?"

She now stood in front on him completely naked, except for her shoes. She shifted her weight and slightly spread her legs. This would offer him a better view and perhaps help him decide, Helen hoped. But Raymond only sat stunned by the sight in front of him. Helen walked over to the desk and pressed her naked hips against the edge, while she rolled her shoulders back and jutted out her enlarged breasts.

"Well, what's it gonna be? A or B?" she said coyly and sat on the desk.

Raymond was about to object because she was not sitting on top of the pile of his research papers, but before he could say anything, she reclined flat on the desk, lifted her legs in the air, then spread them wide apart. Sitting in his chair, Raymond's face was now only inches away from Helen's red, swollen vagina. In an instant, Raymond sprang upright, unfastened his trousers, slid down his shorts and plunged his erection into his wife.

On the desktop, with paperclips and post-its stuck to her ass, Helen fucked her husband like never before.

"Yes! Do it! Fuck me. Oh, yes! That cock feels so good! Push it in! Stick it in my hot cunt! Deeper!" moaned Helen, the torrent of dirty words coming out of her mouth, words she didn't even know she knew. Raymond pumped frantically and it was only a matter of moments until he erupted inside her, as she felt his warm fluid fill her aching opening. She lay still on the desk, now sated, as she husband withdrew his softened, semen-covered prick.

"What was that all about," Raymond asked, hoping to learn more about what was happening to his wife, while not disclosing any of the details of the research experiment.

"I've never seen you like that," he said, hoping his wife would respond.

"Did you like it? There's more where that came from," Helen replied, now rubbing her swollen, red vaginal lips and spreading around the gooey semen just deposited there by her husband.

"Want to try it again?" she said, lift a sticky finger to her lips and licking off a dangling droplet of cum.

Now was his chance, Raymond thought. He had to discover if she was merely passionate out of some spousal attraction or if this truly was some lust driven by the caterpillar egg. He would push her beyond any normal boundary and see how she would respond, he decided.

"Yes, dear," Raymond said, "I would love to try it again. But…" He paused, making sure he had her attention. Helen lay on the desk fingering herself, making small circles around her protruding clit with her middle finger.

"…but, first I'd like to see you suck another man's cock," he said slowly and deliberately, waiting for her reaction.

"You want what?" Helen asked in confusion.

"I'll be glad to fuck you again," Raymond said, "but first, I want to see you suck off another man."

"I wouldn't…. we haven't…" she said stunned. "I won't do it. I'm your wife and I just won't do it!

Helen rolled off of the desk and onto her feet and stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind her. Raymond looked down at his desk in defeat. His hopes for a fortune from a drug company, academic notoriety and fame had just disappeared. Clearly, Helen was still herself and unaffected by some stupid caterpillar egg, he thought to himself, fighting off the depression of the moment. He looked down at the desktop littered with pages of his notes. There, across the pages, was a long trail of cum that had leaked out of Helen's cunt as she climbed off the desk and fled. The slimy trail reminded him of the track of a giant garden slug moving over his notes.

"Damn," he shouted and swept all of the pages onto the floor.

Slowly, he took out the battered journal that had accompanied him to Africa and began to write down the results of his test on Helen. He documented everything in the journal, from the months in the village, the smuggling out of the caterpillar, to the drugging of Helen and testing of the egg on her. As the light began to fade outside and it grew dark, Raymond sat quietly and wrote every word and every observance of the past hours.

Maybe an hour had gone by, maybe two, he wasn't sure, but Raymond was still writing as the door to the study flew open and Helen walked in. She was still naked wearing only her heels as she walked up to the desk.

"All right, I'll do it," Helen said, a look of frustration on her face. "But will you fuck me first? Then I'll suck off anyone you want me to."

Stunned, Raymond jumped to his feet. Maybe the experiment wasn't over, after all, he thought.

"No," he said, "first I'll watch you do it, then we'll come back and have all the sex you want.

"All right," Helen conceding to his decision, and picking up her clothes strewn around the floor of the study. "So who is the lucky guy?"

"There's an adult bookstore all the way on the other side of the city. It has video booths in back and we won't be recognized," Raymond babbled, as he jotted furiously in the journal.

"The other side of the city?" Helen yelped, clutching her clothes to her breasts. "That's going to take forever to get there and back. Can't we just fuck now?"

Chapter Four
The drive across the city had been a wild affair. Helen had redressed in the short pleated skirt, added some black thigh hi stockings, one of her new bras and a skimpy knit top. As she sat in the car, she closed her eyes and rubbed her enflamed sex while Raymond drove. Odd, she thought to herself. Just a few hours ago she was shocked and revolted by Raymond's proposed deal. Now, as she sat in the dark and the lights of the city flashed past, she was excited and stimulated by the thoughts of sucking off some total stranger.

What was wrong with her, she wondered? She rubbed her puffy vaginal lips that were burning up as she rubbed faster and faster. She could hardly wait go get back to the house and get Raymond's cock inside her. She had dressed up in the hose, the short skirt, with the knit top and the scoop front showing her new cleavage, in hopes that Raymond would give this crazy idea up and take her. Now as she heard Raymond say that the adult shop was just up ahead, she wanted to have another man look at her and lust for her. Then she could suck his cock, they could go home and Raymond would fill her with cum, easing the fury that raged deep between her legs.

Inside the small adult bookstore, they moved quickly to the back room. Raymond hustled her past a row of empty booths and into an occupied row. He slipped her into a vacant stall between two occupied booths, their curtains drawn closed. Raymond pumped a handful of tokens into the video machine and the dark booth became alive with grunts and dancing shadows. Helen slipped her hand down between her legs as began grinding her hips as she watched large cocks plunge into gaping openings on the screen.

She had never seen a porno video before, only the milder versions on cable television. And that had been decidedly offensive to both she and Raymond. But here they were in a porno shop, Raymond now standing outside her tiny, narrow booth with the curtains drawn back and her exposed for anyone there to see as she masturbated to images on the screen.

"Uuuuuummmmm," she groaned loudly, as she fingered herself up under her skirt. "Raymond, please come fuck me!" she begged in a failed whisper as she turned to face him.

She felt the flimsy walls around her shudder as she heard the shufflings of the occupants in the adjacent booths.

"There! There!" Raymond said, hurriedly, pointing inside her booth. "Suck it! Suck it!" he urged

Helen looked down and protruding from a hole cut in one of the walls was a stiff penis - the penis of the man in the next booth, she knew immediately. She looked at her husband as if seeking approval.

"If I suck it, will you fuck me?" she said in a loud voice, sure to be heard over the moans and screams playing from the video.

Raymond didn't reply, merely nodded and with that, Helen dropped to her knees on the sticky floor and took the waving erection into her mouth. The wall seemed to come alive with thumping and pounding as she could feel the owner of the cock trusting his body forward. She wrapped her lips firmly around the throbbing cock and pressed her face into the hole. She sucked faster and faster as she rubbed herself, hoping for relief. Oh, she thought, what she wouldn't give if Raymond would step in behind her and fuck her right now. What heaven that would be!

As her mind wandered and she longed for her husband to step into the booth, drop to his knees behind her as mount her. At that moment the cock in her mouth exploded in a wash of salty, warm ooze, surprising her. Droplets of the milky fluid dripped from her mouth as she swallowed desperately to catch all she could. Amazed how the semen seemed to quench her burning desire, she sucked harder and harder, try to drain every drop from the depth of the balls that hid on the other side of the hole. As the cock grew limp in her mouth, Helen took it in one hand and thrust her tongue as deep as she could into the small opening in the head, hoping to scoop out one last drop or two. With that, the shrunken penis disappeared into the darkness of the other booth.

On her knees, Helen pulled off the small knit top and began smearing the several escaped dropletss of cum onto her chest. She didn't know exactly why, by the sticky substance felt like a balm on her burning skin. As she rubbed the cum onto her chest, it reminded her of how burn ointment eased the pain. In another instant, she unhooked her bra and started rubbing her exposed breasts. She looked up at her husband standing outside the booth. Then in a flash, she saw the man who's cock she had just sucked erupt from the booth and dash out into the store area.

Helen heard him exclaim, almost in shouts, "Man, there's a good looking bitch back there in one of the booths givin' great blow jobs! I'm tellin' ya, she sucked my balls dry!"

Helen closed her eyes and lingered in the ecstasy of the brief moment, rubbing the remnants of the sticky droplets onto her sweating breasts, and kneading the soft skin between her fingers. A voice from the booth on the opposite wall croaked, "Try this, bitch."

She looked to that side of the booth and another rigid cock had sprung up from an identical, opposite hole. On her knees, she shifted her position and without any hesitation this time, crammed the erection into her mouth, closed her eyes and began thrusting her face hard against the unidentified hips on the other side. With her eyes closed, she didn't notice the dark figure that paused at the opening of the booth, stared briefly at Raymond, and disappeared into the vacated booth next to her.

Harder and harder Helen worked, hoping for the magic explosion, hoping for the moment the cock in her mouth would burst open and offer up more of the hot, yet cooling, balm. She opened her eyes, saw Raymond, saw Raymond staring and tried to track the object of her husband's look. With the meaty rod still stuffed in her mouth and plunging into her cheek, Helen looked sideways back at the other hole. There, extending from the darkness was a massive, black cock bobbing and waving in the air. She reached up and grabbed it with her hand and began stroking the huge member.

Oh, God, it was gigantic, Helen thought to herself, her mind now torn with decisions. She wanted to shift her attention and her mouth to this new monster poking into the booth, but she didn't want to miss the sweet salve soon to come from the cock in her mouth. She knew it would only be a matter of moments before the sweet soothing fluid would be hers. And then her decision was clear! She moved with deliberate speed, rising to her feet without releasing the swollen member in her mouth. She bent over and with her face pressed to one wall of the narrow booth, lifted her short skirt and eased her ass backwards. Spreading her legs and edging her ass back, she reached behind her, grabbed the huge tube that emerged from the wall, and plunged it into her gaping vagina. She pushed back hard as she could, and felt her bare ass cheeks flatten on the cold wall of the narrow booth. The walls were now shaking as the owner of the enormous cock pounded his body against the partition and drove deep into her.

"Ummmmm," Helen groaned aloud in a huge sigh of pleasure, as she could feel the massive black penis split her burning opening and fill her tight vagina. She didn't know how anything that big could have fit inside her, she only knew that she could feel the walls of her vagina resisting, stretching, then yielding and the giant pushed deeper and deeper into her opening. She lifted her hands, spread her fingers and pushed hard on the facing wall, forcing herself back as far as she could go. The cock in her mouth was pounding at a frantic pace as she pushed her face forward and her ass backwards in opposite directions.

She tilted her head to one side and caught a glimpse of Raymond standing outside the booth. Helen momentarily lifted her face off of the wildly thrusting penis in her mouth, and started to ask her husband if this was what he had in mind by bringing her here. Before she could speak, the saliva-coated cock inches away from her face exploded with two huge spurts of semen, spraying onto her face before she had time to plunge it back into her mouth and cap it's wild spray. Ribbons of cum draped on her hair and face as she finally recaptured the loose cannon and buried it again in her hot mouth.

"Uhhhhmmmm! Uhhmmmmm!" she grunted and sucked desperately as the penis drained itself into her mouth. She wasn't about to lose any more of the precious liquid. She sucked with all of her might, and with each swallow came a wave of relief, a cool wash filling her insides. In another moment, she could feel the wilted penis pulling out of her and saw it disappear on the other side of the booth wall.

Helen now felt the man behind her pumping madly into her upturned slit. The booth shook violently as she could hear his body smacking against the partition dividing them. His grunts echoed throughout the darkened room, as he slammed again and again against the wall and deeper into her. She unconsciously knew that whatever satisfaction she could find rested in the jets of semen ready to erupt from the balls she heard slapping against the side of the hole. She began bucking wildly, as she jammed backward against the wall of the booth, feeling the quickening thrusts behind her. It was there! Almost! Just a moment more! Yes…! Yes…!

"AHHHHHHHH," she shrieked.

Then the rush of pleasure hit her. Like a cloud of a painkillers descending upon her, she could feel the burning deep within her being doused by the showers of cum now bathing her insides. She straightened her arms and pushed against the opposite wall with all of her might, straining, forcing her swollen sex lips deeper and deeper into the hole in the wall, driving them as deep as she could, and onto the spurting giant inside her. Then there was peace. Then there was calm. The fire that had grown larger and hotter between her legs had been extinguished.

Both she and the unseen man were frozen, still - peaceful. His massive cock was wedged as deeply into her as the absurdity of a hole in a porno booth wall would allow. Then she felt him move, slowly, slowly, pulling the huge hose from its buried nest deep within her. As they broke apart, Helen fell forward, leaning against the cool booth wall. The pleasure that took her was not from an orgasm. She hadn't been able to climax in the last two days, thought she had tired desperately. Over and over she had masturbated, doing things that had always allowed her to achieve orgasms in the past. But now there was no relief, only a worsening of the burning inside her. No, this was the pleasure of peace, the ecstasy of the absent and extinguished fire.

She pressed her face and cheek against the cool booth wall. This was a filthy, graffiti-scrawled piece of fiberboard that she would never have even touched before. But now it was a cooling perch from a storm. Exhausted, Helen turned and saw a huge black man looming in the opening of her booth. Hanging from an open zipper in the front of his trousers was a gigantic black cock, still glistening and shiny from being inside her. Her gaze drifted up to his face, but the darkness of the room obscured all but the twinkle from his eyes. A deep voice boomed from the shadowy face.

"You're one hot fuck, baby," the man said, pressing his dangling cock into his pants. "You be back here tomorrow night."

Helen cast her eyes down, then looked back up only to see the black man gone and Raymond standing in his place.

"Fascinating," Raymond uttered. "I never would have believed it. We have to get home."

When they returned home, Raymond rushed into the study and began scribbling the night's events into the journal. Helen, exhausted, fell asleep on the sofa, her first peaceful sleep in three days. But it was a solace that was all too short lived.

Continued in Going Native: Part Two

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