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Going Native: Part One


By AnnabelleandJay

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 
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. 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 breast 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 a toy 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, 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 bra 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 an 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 a desk 
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, 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, slime-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 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 flattening 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, 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. 

Chapter Five

Helen awoke with a start, expecting to be tucked neatly in bed, but only to find herself 
still on the sofa in the darkened living room. She sat upright and could still feel the dried 
stickiness of the black man in the porno store from last night between her legs. But was it 
last night, she wondered? How long had she been asleep? She looked at her watch and 
realized that she had only slept for about three hours. It was still in the middle of the 
night. She moved through the darkened house and realized that Raymond had gone to bed 
and left her asleep on the sofa. She went upstairs and into the bedroom where she saw 
Raymond soundly sleeping. She stripped off her clothes and crawled naked into bed. 
Now wide awake, Helen snuggled next to her sleeping spouse, hoping that her 
movements would wake him up and that he would fuck her. Yes, there it was, the urge 
returning. That enormous fire that felt like it was consuming her last night was beginning 
to rekindle inside her. 

Well, maybe Raymond wouldn't object to a little middle of the night fun, she thought. 
Beside, she remembered, he owed her a fucking from last night. And now would be an 
excellent time to collect, now that the urge was back and she was beginning to feel sexy 
again. Quietly, she slipped her head beneath the sheets and within moments was softly 
sucking on her sleeping husband's cock.

Yes! Yes! His cock was beginning to respond to her warm mouth as she felt him start to 
swell. Harder and harder she sucked until she felt Raymond stir and awake.

"What the hell?" he said groggily, seeing his wife with her mouth clamped onto his 
erect prick.

"I want you to fuck me. Now!" Helen said, and not waiting for a response, straddled, then 
crawled upward over her husband until her hips were poised above his rigid member. 
Without a word, she reached down, lifted Raymond's cock toward her opening and slid 
down, pushing him up into her.

"Ahhh, yes," she growled, "Fuck me! Hard!"

The cock inside her wasn't nearly as big or as pleasurable as the massive meat she'd had 
in her earlier. But she knew that tonight's pleasure wasn't in the size of a cock but in 
what it would deliver inside her. Yes, she wanted to feel that spurt, that eruption inside of 
her signaling the coming of waves of wonderful cum. Cum that promised to bring ecstasy 
to her whole body.  She pumped her hips hard, grinding and pushing against the invading 
cock with an almost animal frenzy, until Raymond shook beneath her and began to spurt 
inside her.

"Oh, yes, shoot it in me! Fill me with that hot cum! Yes! Give it to me!" she yelled and 
Raymond willingly complied, draining himself into her. 

Just before they drifted off to sleep, Raymond, trying to gain some insights for his 
research, asked, "You never talked like that before. Or behaved like that before. What's 
gotten into you?"

"I don't know," Helen replied sleepily. "I just can't seem to get enough sex lately. Maybe 
I'm just making up for lost time. But it is heavenly when I feel cum inside me. Or 
anywhere on my body, for that matter."

And then she drifted off to sleep and into silence. Three hours later, Raymond awoke to 
find Helen's mouth wrapped around his cock once again. Within moments, he had 
emptied himself into her mouth and onto her face. He watched his wife writhe on the bed 
in agony and ecstasy, smearing stray droplets of semen all over her body, moaning with  
pleasure and delight.


A man possessed, Raymond threw on some clothes and headed down to the study, there 
to update his journal, harvest an egg from his caterpillar and take that egg to a nearby 
chemical research laboratory. The egg really did work. He knew that now. The sex-
crazed woman in his bed was all the proof he needed.  It was all within his grasp now  a 
promotion, fame, and especially fortune.

As he ran out of the bedroom, he could hear Helen calling to him from the bed. "Please, 
honey," she begged, "Please come back to bed and fuck me. Please?"

Down in the study, Raymond opened the small wooden box that had become the 
caterpillar's home and pushed aside the vegetable matter looking for the large green 
worm. But the box was empty. 

"Damn," Raymond shouted. Somehow, the thing had managed to crawl out of the box 
and disappear. For the next two hours, Raymond searched the study, tearing apart the 
room and all of it contents, but to no avail. He had looked everywhere in the room and 
now sat dejected amidst the havoc he had created. With his head down on the desk, he 
had no way of knowing that underneath the desk, in the dark recesses, there, firmly 
attached to the underside of the desktop, was a huge brown chrysalis.


Chapter Six
Helen had certainly been disappointed.  Raymond had no desire to stay in bed and play 
with her this morning. She could really have used a good fucking, she thought to herself, 
as she got dressed. Then she heard the huge disturbance coming from downstairs.  
Raymond was shouting, and carrying on about something. She went downstairs to see her 
husband tearing apart the study. He babbled wildly on about something saying, "Perhaps 
it was at the office, got in my briefcase by mistake." And then he dashed off to campus 
like a wild man.

She had already gotten dressed once this morning, and ended up taking off all of her 
clothes and masturbating on the bed. She worked her hand furiously against her swollen, 
red cunt lips, frantically rubbing her throbbing clitoris, which had become a huge red 
knob, perched between her vaginal lips. But nothing helped. If anything, she only felt 
worse now. She wasn't able to have an orgasm, wasn't able to make this terrible craving 
go away. She was going to have to have some cock this morning, she thought to herself, 
or she was going to lose her mind. Now, here she was, getting dressed for the second time 
this morning. And her plan was simple. She would get all dressed up, go over to 
Raymond's office on campus, and she would look so hot that he would take her right 
there.

She slipped on the tiny, red silk dress she bought yesterday and buttoned it up, leaving 
several strategic buttons undone. This would be just enough to reveal to Raymond the 
fact that she was braless. And the dress was so short that it certainly would be evident 
that the garterbelt and stockings she wore were just for him. She even decided to forgo 
panties in the hope that this would be a little extra incentive.  She slipped on a pair of 
heels that she had picked out yesterday, red slides with ankle straps and dashed off to the 
car. "Boy is Raymond going to be in for a treat," she said to herself, feeling the powerful 
urge beginning to swell again deep inside her pounding vagina.

As she drove, Helen couldn't tell if the loud thumping she heard was the sound of her 
heart as the blood coursed through her ears, or if there was something wrong with the car. 
A flat tire perhaps. But no, she knew that it was the sound of her own body. The 
pounding pulse between her legs matched the drumming in her ears. Instinctively, her 
hand dipped down, opened the dress and slipped between her legs as she fingered herself 
and drove at the same time.

She was zipping the car around campus now as she pleasured herself, couldn't 
concentrate and managed to take a wrong turn onto one of the many maze-like streets on 
the huge campus. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and realized that she 
was totally lost. Frustrated, Helen pulled the car over to the curb and called out to a 
young male student catching a Frisbee on the lawn of an older building, the big Greek 
letters hanging boldly over the doorway.

"Excuse me," she said to the young man who had come up next to her car door. "Can you 
tell me how to get to the Anthropology Building?"

The young man, sweat dripping from his naked chest and clad only in a pair of nylon 
running shorts, stared down at her. At first Helen couldn't figure out why he didn't 
answer her, but it was only when she followed his stare that she realized that her dress 
was still pulled up and her hand was still wedged into her naked crotch. She quickly 
pulled her hand out and struggled to pull her split dress flaps back across her legs and 
hips.

 "Excuse me," she said again, looking back out the window at the young man, but as he 
stood next to the car, she realized that he had moved closer and that his orange running 
shorts now filled her car window. She was looking right into his crotch and could see that 
her unintentional display was causing an erection in the young student. She could clearly 
see the outline of his circumcised cock pressing against the nylon shorts.  There was 
obviously nothing underneath the shorts and as the young man shifted his weight, Helen 
could see the head of his semi-erect cock now sticking out below the edge of his shorts.

"Ohhhhhh," she thought to herself, and it was all she could do to control herself from 
reaching out and grabbing it. Now the young man seemed to be teasing her as he pressed 
his hips forward and leaned against her car door.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" the young man said.

"Ummmm, oh yes," Helen stammered, still staring at the growing erection just inches 
away. "I'm looking for the Anthropology Building. Can you help me?"

"Oh, sure," he said, and with a casual ease reaching down and stuffing his penis back into 
the shorts, as if it was nothing to have his manhood hanging out all of the time.

"It's sort of hard to tell you how to get there from here. If you want to come inside, I can 
draw you a map," he offered.

Before she remembered saying yes or getting out of the car, she found herself standing 
next to a table in the large living area of the fraternity house. Her body ached as she stood 
next to the nearly naked young man while he sketched out a crude map. She was keenly 
aware that he was looking down the front of her dress as she leaned over the map. She 
was also aware that his penis had managed to work its way back out of the running 
shorts. As she stood next to the table looking at the map, Helen reached out and held a 
corner of the map while letting her hand come to rest against the young man's freshly 
exposed cock.

"Ummm," he grunted and pressed back against her hand.

Unable to hold back any longer, Helen slipped her hand around the erect rod and pulled 
the young man to her. Slowly, she stuck her tongue out and took a long lick of the salty 
sweat drops on his naked chest. With her other hand she unbuttoned the top of the dress 
and pulled aside the red silk, exposing her jutting breasts to the lad.

"You like anything you see?" Helen teased.

"Yeah, lady, you got great tits," the boy replied. "So let's see the rest."

At that, he reached out and undid the two remaining button of the dress and clumsily 
pushed it off her shoulders and onto the floor. While he undressed her, Helen simply 
grabbed the elastic band of the orange nylon shorts, and gave a quick tug, leaving the boy 
naked in front of her, his erection jutting stiffly into the air. There was urgency to her 
actions now.

"I've got a great place for that," Helen offered, and stepped back, pressing her ass cheeks 
against the edge of the heavy table and opening her legs. The boy reached down, raised 
one of her legs, and with the back of her knee now resting it the crook of his arm, he 
moved between her spread legs. In an instant, he positioned purple knob of his stiff penis 
against her moist slit and shoved forward. Then he was inside her, his cock driving 
roughly into her hot opening, his hand all over her swollen breasts, pinching and tugging 
with 19-year-old zeal. 

"Yes! Fuck me! Come on, stick that hard cock in me, baby!" Helen yelled, her voice 
booming through the old house. Within moments, her cries had drawn a crowd from 
rooms and hallways, as clusters of young men gathered around. She opened her eyes to 
see jeans and shorts dropping and an ocean of young men with stiff penises protruding 
toward her. The boy in her arms battered her up against the table edge, his glistening cock 
disappearing deep inside her with each grunt and thrust. 

"Damn, Bobby, take it easy." Helen heard another boy in the crowd shout, "Save some of 
her for the rest of us."

She felt her lips curve into a smile, in part at the thought that in seconds she would be 
filled with Bobby's soothing cum to help ease her hunger, and also that there would be 
even more to follow.

"Ummh! Ummh!Ummh" the boy grunted and he clutched her body tight, crushing her to 
him as he pumped  once, twice, three time into her. With each violent bump, she could 
feel his hot seed exploding deep within her, momentarily soothing the madness inside.

"Ahhhhh," she exhaled, as the young man slid out of her and stepped back. Her swollen 
breasts rose and fell, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Smiling, she 
pushed herself off of the unforgiving table edge, and walked over to another nearby 
fraternity boy.

"There has got to be a more comfortable place that this," she said, grabbing the boy by 
his jutting erecting as if it were a handle and leading him to a nearby sofa. Crawling onto 
her knees, she offered herself to the lad, and as he filled her from behind, she could see a 
flurry in front of her as young men pushed and shoved to position their eager cocks near 
her now open mouth.

Two hours later, Helen Siders emerged from the fraternity house a much different woman 
than when she went in. Now her body was cool, peaceful, and satisfied. The strange heat, 
the fire that drove her there, onto the campus seeking her husband and sex, was 
quenched. As she walked down the sidewalk and back to the car, she could feel the cum, 
the wonderful, soothing cum, trickling out of her cunt and down her legs. Inside, she had 
been fucked by over a dozen boys, and probably swallowed the offerings of equally as 
many. She wasn't interested in counting, only relieving the demons inside her. 


As she sat in the car, Helen momentarily relished the pleasure of the moment, the peace 
inside her body that had disappeared several days ago. She dipped a finger into her 
dripping crotch, a mused at the stretched sized of her previously underused vaginal 
opening.

"I wonder if Raymond will even notice," she pondered, lifting a slime covered finger and 
spreading it across her throat and onto her chest. Ahhh, the pleasure from the semen 
seemed to penetrate to her very soul, as she rubbed it onto a well-worn nipple.

She was about to head home, but decided that as long as she was on campus, she would 
complete her mission and find her husband at his office. You never know, she thought to 
herself, we might still be able to fuck in his office.

Reading the crude map the fraternity boy had drawn, Helen parked and walked into the 
large campus building, up the flight of stairs and to the second floor. She briefly 
wandered the hallways, not finding Raymond's office and  stopped a passerby for more 
directions.

"Professor Sider's office?" the older man puzzled. "And he's in the Administration 
Building?"

"No, the Anthropology Building," Helen replied, realizing that she had mistakenly gone 
into the wrong building.

"Oh, that's the next building over," chuckled the older man. "Are you a student?"

"No," Helen said, flattered by his assumption. "His wife."

"Oh, well, I always enjoy meeting the spouses of the faculty. Won't you come into my 
office? I don't get as much of a chance to do this as I'd like, " he said, directing her 
through an outer office and smiling secretary and into a large inner office. 

It wasn't until she sat down in the cool, high backed leather chair that she recognized the 
older gentleman as the University President. Now sitting in the chilled office on the cold 
leather chair, she felt more than unusually uncomfortable. The nipples on her braless 
breast were rock hard and jutting out against the silk dress.  And she only now became 
aware of how short the red dress really was. She sat in the chair, the smiling President 
sitting across from her, and Helen realized that the tops of her stocking were clearly 
visible as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.


They chatted and Helen wasn't sure whether she was flirting with him or him her, but the 
conversation was delightful and they were both having a wonderful time. It was clear that 
the man was obviously enjoying the sights up under her dress as she now teasingly 
shifted her hips in the chair and opened her legs slightly.  Despite the suit jacket, Helen 
could see the large lump growing in front of the man trousers as he rose and rather 
indiscreetly adjusted the package in his pants. He smiled politely at her and went over 
and quietly flipped the lock on the office door.


"I don't know about you Ms. Siders, but discretion is a large part of my position here at 
the U," he said. "And somehow I think you are a person who can be trusted.





but her abundant cleavage and protruding nipples.






 



