Uncontrolled Experiment
written by:
Ethereal

I came to with a fuzzy view of the room. No headache, just a slight feeling of dizziness. I was on a sofa, very soft. A puddle of drool had formed where my face had been. (I could feel that more than see it.)

A woman was laying next to me on the sofa. She had thick, long brown hair that covered most of her face.

It was quiet.

I tried looking around the room, and I heard some groggy moans across from me. A couple was stretched out on a sofa across from me, each over one arm. The woman was a bit dark... Indian? A businesswoman, based on her skirt and blouse. The guy was black and looked thin, probably tall. The woman was making the noise.

"What's happened?" she asked.

"I dunno." I looked around and saw another couch with another man and woman to my left. They were still clearly out of it.

The Indian woman was coming to clearly more quickly than I was. "I remember arriving at the lab..."

That rang a bell. "Yeah, me too. The testing group... They bumped up the date."

She nodded. She was pretty, but a bit older--forties maybe--and her hair framed her face well. "I walked in the door, and... I remember the A/C being really cool. Then..."

"That's it," I said. "Same here."

She looked around at the other people passed out. "We should make sure everyone is alright."

I agreed, and we both checked for breathing and pulses on the others. Everyone seemed fine, but asleep.

We took roll of everyone there: myself, a tall brunette seated next to me, an tanned Asian woman wearing college gear (her school?), a slim black man seated on the loveseat next to her, and a frat boy-type on the next loveseat sleeping next to the Indian businesswoman.

A groan came to my left as the brunette started to wake up. The Indian woman was wobbling around trying to walk to a door at the end of the room. I stood up, but felt a bit dizzy as well. "Were we..."

She nodded. "I think so." Still, she pushed farther and stumbled up to the door--a bland, white door that sounded like steel when she hit it. She struggled with it for a moment. "Locked."

I drunkenly made my way over, making a significant and painful impact on the door. It was cold, as was the floor when I started to pick myself up. My only speaking partner in the room was next to me, and I sat down alongside her.

"Ted," I said.

She looked at me like I was crazy for a moment. Maybe I came across as too non-chalant? She shrugged. "Deborah." She blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Now what the hell is going on?"

"No fucking clue." I saw the frat boy start to lean up, right where Deborah had been sitting. "Hey. Hey! You alright?"

Blonde frat dude shook his head. "I still think I'm fucked up. But I can't remember from what."

"Join the club," I said.

Deborah pressed him quickly for more. "What's your name?"

"Jake."

"Okay, Jake, do you remember where you were going? Anything at all?"

"Uh... A test," he said. "Some lab was paying us a couple hundred bucks."

That sounded familiar.

Deborah's eyes lit up. "A lab... Not *my* lab... Yes!"

Jake and I looked at her.

"I'm a medical researcher."

"What do you research?" I asked.

"Blood and the circulatory system. But that's not the point--the last thing I remember was going to another lab. Not my own."

Memories returned, and things were starting to make sense. "We volunteered... Or at least, I volunteered, for a test. A few hundred bucks for a medical survey, and some experiment."

"Yeah, you're right," Jake said.

"So this is some experiment?" I asked.

"With a locked door," Deborah said.

Jake scratched his head, "I don't like this..."

---

We took inventory of our surroundings. We were in, more or less, a very boring room. Three love seats, one per two people. Deborah and I were more lucid, but still feeling very strange. Gradually, the other three "experimentees" came around. Laura was the tall, solidly-built brunette that I woke up next to. The black man was Mike, and the Asian woman was Bianca.

The room was getting warmer. Part of that was noticeable by all, part of that was likely in my head. I kept checking out Laura. She wasn't dressed too revealing, as she was in jeans and a t-shirt. But I suppose she was my type--tall, not too skinny, with amazing breasts. I was distracted a lot.

We didn't talk too much, other than in examining the materials in the room and trying not to fall over each other. Being awake seemed to clear our heads, but something still didn't seem right.

Mike seemed to recover fairly quickly. He cleaned his glasses and spoke loudly to the room. "Someone must be watching this, and no matter what forms we signed, this is highly illegal. Let us go immediately!"

We quieted down and everyone looked at Mike. He looked at us through his glasses in a way that stated you were nuts if you didn't see his side.

He went on. "You cannot hold us here against our will!"

"Look," Jake the frat guy said, "So we signed up for some drug test or something, right? That explains why we blacked out and everything's hazy. They're probably just seeing how we react and then they'll let us go." He leaned back and shrugged with a light smirk. I also saw him check out Laura, but I think he let himself get noticed. I think even Laura did, and she seemed a bit flustered. Her ring noted that she was married. But she looked in her twenties still, maybe later twenties; must not have been married long.

I think Bianca wanted that attention from Jake. She sat up and brushed some long strands of dark hair from her face. "Yeah, let's just calm down for a bit. We just woke up. They're probably observing us for any side effects."

"Yeah, but who are 'they'?" Mike stood up and started pacing. He liked to do that since he fully came to. Things still seemed a bit slow, fuzzy, at least to me, but I think we were all slowly recovering.

Two things seemed weird: it kept getting warmer, and I was getting one hell of an erection. It was a weird one, it was slow. I've had my sex drive zip go from zero to sixty like a Porsche, but this was like an old steam engine. It was noticeable, and getting a bit uncomfortable. And it was going no matter if I checked out Laura or not.

My gaze was still lingering on Bianca. Her legs were a nice shade of tan and highlighted by her short shorts. She noticed me looking, and I tried to cover it. I gestured at Jake. "You two go to the same school?"

Jake shook his head. "Naw, my dad's a prof in town. I think... I think I heard about this from him. Or maybe it was the last time I was here?"

Deborah stood up. "No, this is weird. We shouldn't all be in the dark like this. Something's not right."

Mike nodded vigorously. "Exactly!" He turned his head up to look around the pale room, "So let us out!"

A whirring, humming sound came from my left. The plastic-y white wall slid slowly to reveal a stainless steel panel. The panel was mostly featureless, and held a sealed opening, almost like a deposit slot at a bank. It was about a foot-and-a-half by eight inches. Other than that, it contained a small speaker.

"Please calm down," an amplified female voice said from the panel. "You have agreed to be a part of this study, and you will be released as soon as we are complete."

"How long is that?" Laura asked. She had been quiet, and she was probably the one of us that was most visibly scared.

"You have been given a drug sample that can affect your behavior. If you are feeling uncomfortable, please approach the panel and we can provide a stabilizer."

Mike walked over to the panel. "That's fantastic. But I don't care. Let me out."

"Thank you for participating in the study."

Mike pounded on the panel. "Listen to me, dammit!"

And everything went silent.

Mike was rubbing his palm. "Take it easy, man," I said. "They're talking to us now. We do the study, and we'll be fine."

"But what is it all? We honestly don't know a thing more than we did before the wall moved and they said a few words."

Deborah walked over to us. I think her blouse might have been unbuttoned a bit more now. She was hot, probably. "Let's sit for a bit. If we took some new drug, we want to be calm in case of any strange side effects. Alright?" She spoke mainly to the group, but that last bit was directed at Mike.

"Sure," he said. "I'm sorry. I just got laid off last week. It's been rough."

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Software engineer." He sighed and chuckled. "Know anybody who's hiring?"

I patted him on the shoulder. "You'll be the first person I let know if I do."

---

We all gather back on the small sofas and did our best to make calm small talk. Laura was recently married just last August. Jake, for all of his laid-back chill attitude, was actually a chemical engineering major. Bianca came to the U.S. from the Philippines when she was in elementary school. Debroah grew up in New York. And I told everyone about my bakery. That seemed to make everyone hungry.

"Do you think we'll get lunch?" Jake asked.

"We don't even know what time it is," Mike said. And he was right. Not only did we not have our phones, but those of us with watches didn't have those either. Jewelry was still there. I suppose I would still have my wedding ring if that didn't fall apart like it did. Erin seemed like 'The One.' But she wasn't.

I was pulled out of the conversation now and then by a weird, intermittent tapping. But then someone said something that sounded interesting again, and I was back in the conversation.

Mike was much calmer now. He actually was making us laugh with some clever jokes. "If this doesn't end soon, eventually somebody's going to have to go to the bathroom."

We actually found that to be quite funny. Funnier than it should have been. And we weren't really worried about it.

I noticed that Bianca was returning and sat down, tucking her legs up underneath her. "Where are your shoes?" I asked.

"Oh," she said. "They took them."

"What?" Laura said.

"I wasn't feeling well, so I asked for the stabilizer. They just asked me for my shoes. I put them in the slot, and they gave me a tiny shot." She seemed to blush and she dropped her head, "And now I feel much better."

Mike and I looked at each other. "When?" Mike said. "We were talking, when did you get up?"

"Just a few seconds ago. You guys were talking."

Mike looked confused. "How, you were sitting right next to me!"

Bianca shrugged, "I don't know, I guess you were too caught up in the conversation."

"Are you okay now?" Deborah asked. She looked really good. With her business skirt and blouse she looked very professional, but she was undeniably feminine. I never really dated outside my race. I don't think I avoided it, it just never happened that the women I met were not white. Although, Erin was an eighth or a quarter Cherokee, she said.

I realized that I had slipped out of the conversation. No wonder Bianca walked away without us noticing. Deborah was still talking. "-and then we can see what this stabilizer is all about."

There was silence for a moment, and then Laura spoke. "Okay," she said. "I'll go. I'm feeling really weird right now."

Deborah walked over to her to help her up. "What is weird, Laura? How do you feel?"

"Like, hot. Almost- Almost like I need to go to the bathroom, but not. It's- it's just, weird."

Deborah nodded. They walked over to the panel.

"I'd like the stabilizer, please," Laura said. She half-shouted it, like someone ordering into a fast food drive thru speaker.

The speaker waited before it spoke. "Please submit your shirt."

"What!" she said.

Bianca spoke up. "All I needed were my shoes!"

"Please submit your shirt for the stabilizer," the speaker said again.

Laura made a grunting sound and put an arm to hold herself up against the panel.

Deborah moved in to help support her weight. It was tough, as Laura was squirming. "Laura, are you in pain?"

The busty brunette shook her head. "No, no... Just-" She pushed Deborah softly away, and quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head. She pushed the item into the slot, and held her arm there momentarily. Her face was tense, but then a wave of pleasure was easily visible on her face. Her muscles relaxed, and Deborah stepped in again, this time with Mike, to help Laura stay standing. They eased her back over to the sofa next to where I was sitting. I stayed standing to give Laura some extra room.

Deborah examined Laura's eyes. "Laura, can you hear me? Are you alright?"

Laura nodded, "Yeah, yeah... That was just a BIG relief."

This was another time Mike and I looked at each other, with even more of a "what-the-hell"-type face.

Laura's breathing made her bra-clad bust move quite a bit. The top of her breasts were pale, but they were wonderfully shaped. I was reminded again of my still-present erection, and I felt it getting even harder.

Deborah looked back at Bianca, "Did you experience the same thing? The, um, 'weird' feeling and then this... relief?"

"Yeah," Bianca said. "It's like all this tension was building and then you just... let it go."

Deborah examined Bianca's eyes and asked her how she felt. Deborah took Bianca's pulse, asked her to walk around... I kept stealing glances back at Laura. I looked at her chest, but then I looked up and saw she still seemed anxious.

"We'll be fine," I said to her. "You're doing fine."

"Thanks, Ted." We looked at each other for a moment. She was stroking the side of the sofa with her arm, back and forth. She stretched her neck, and adjusted herself.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine," she said. "I need more." She got up and walked to the steel panel again.

"Already?" I said. "You just got one!"

"Your shoes, please," the speaker chimed in.

Laura had some simple flats she slipped out of and stood barefoot on the plastic-looking floor. She dropped the shoes into the slot and left her arm there. Again, she shuddered and smiled when the stabilizer kicked in, and I was there, pressed so close to her bosom, to keep her standing.

The rest of the group was too busy working with Bianca about something to notice us until just then. We got Laura back to the sofa, and Deborah looked her over.

I pulled Mike and Jake into a huddle. "Look, are you guys feeling anything weird like Bianca and Laura?"

Mike was hesittant, but Jake spoke up. "Okay, just being honest, but I've been getting this crazy boner the longer I've been down here. It's like I can't think about anything else without going back to sex."

Mike closed his eyes and gave a small, embarrassed nod.

"So that's what this is all about then. We get really wired up, and then-"

Mike cut in, "That stabilizer calms us down with like a mini-orgasm."

"Or them," I said, gesturing to the women.

I walked back over to Deborah as she wrapped up with Laura. I looked at her breasts and legs only briefly.

"Sex," she said.

"Yes," I responded, hoping that what she said was a question.

"They are- we are all getting very aroused. Almost overwhelmingly so. The stabilizer seems to quench that."

I looked back at the other two women, who were sitting up and chatting again. "Are they giving us something toxic?" I asked.

"I don't think so. I-" she paused as Mike joined us, sans shirt.

"Mike, did you just...?"

"Somebody had to. One of the guys, I mean."

Deborah was speechless. "And did you...?"

"No. It felt good, but I didn't... release or anything."

We looked back and saw Deborah with her arm in the slot, her own beige bra the only thing that covered her chest. She closed her eyes and arched her back, and a slim smile came over her face.

"Couldn't wait, eh?" I said.

"No. But I think I'm on to something..."

---

Deborah brought us up to speed on what she put together so far. The voice sounds a lot like Dr. Struthers, an epidemiologist. The symptoms we all suffered were strange, but they don't match up with being drugged.

"So you think it's some disease or vaccine?" Mike asked.

"Possibly. But the speed, and again, the symptoms... Our drives..." We looked at each other with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity of how others were fairing. Laura seemed distracted again.

"I'm sorry," Laura said, and walked away to the panel. I think, knowing that she could possibly expose her breasts, we all stopped and looked to see what she would do.

Instead, the machine requested differently, and Laura slipped down her tight jeans. She had a good, good ass, covered in tight white panties. Laura has a wonderful build, balancing a bit of extra weight with good height. She had a true hourglass figure, and we almost stood eye-to-eye.

I was getting harder by the second.

Laura's relaxation this time was short-lived. She started squirming almost immediately after she received the stabilizer. "I need more!" she said.

She pushed her knees together, looking like she had to pee. She was in her white bra and panties, and my heartbeat raced. I can only imagine how she felt.

Laura looked back at the steel panel. "More! Just one more!"

"Your panties, please," the woman's voice said over the speaker.

This was the moment we figured would come. We weren't sure how far we were being tested, but now Laura was there. She bit her lower lip and looked at us, her long brown hair falling down in front of her face. She ran a hand through her hair and spun around. "Okay!"

She displayed to us her magnificent, and now bare ass, as she slid the fabric down to her ankles. She picked up the pair giving us a brief glimpse of her labia. She had a short moment of mini-ecstasy as her knees buckled a bit. She turned, giving us a view of a bushy but maintained patch of brown hair on her crotch.

We were silent. After recovering a few seconds later, Laura covered herself with her hands and sat down next to me on the sofa we had shared.

"That was brave," Bianca said. She had her legs pulled up and tucked in, probably wondering if she could lose control like that. I think we all wondered.

Jake was already up and traded his shirt for the stabilizer. "How to Handle an Out-of-Control Boner in Two Easy Steps," he said as he walked back to his seat. A few minutes later, he was back trading in his shoes, and Mike followed suit.

Our lack of an exit was less of a conern for us, at that point. We really didn't think of it much at all. The only pressing urgent concern was getting so horny you felt you were going to go mad. I was still in control. I was afraid of the relief, I thought it might make me lose control. I fought it.

So the atmosphere was gettng... mellow? It was weird. Everyone seemed to lighten up and just chit-chat about the everyday things. TV gossip, new movies, TV... Laura sat tightly cross-legged- at first. But over time there were points where I could clearly see her bush and the hints of her lower lips. Of course, that didn't do anything for my self-control.

Jake stepped up and dropped his pants. It was odd seeing him in socks and boxers, but that's what the panel demanded and he complied. He did a little bow on his return, and Bianca mock clapped for him and laughed, rolling back onto the sofa, again showcasing her beautiful legs. I made brief eye contact with Bianca, and she smiled at me.

That pushed me to the limit. I can't explain exactly how it felt. It was enough that I wanted to just do anyone or anything that was in front of me. It was overriding, all that went through my thoughts: fuck.

I went to the panel.

"Your shoes, please."

I quickly untied and removed them, throwing them into the slot. I felt something grab my arm behind the metal, and a slight prick on my forearm.

I got dizzy. A wave of warmth poured over me. It was like cumming, but not. I let out a little laugh. That was good, but what I realized was even better was that I wasn't driven to screw like I was just seconds before. I blinked. It was like waking up from a vivid dream.

But I could already feel it crawling back. I needed to push it down more. I didn't want to be in that spot again, it was too extreme. The panel obliged, and the woman's voice asked for my socks. It was done.

I took a moment to catch my breath, bracing myself against the panel with my hands flat on the cool metal. I was looking down, when I noticed those gorgeous legs from the corner of my vision.

"Need to get in here?" I asked.

"Yeah," Bianca responded.

I stepped back and looked up at her. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and I can imagine how she was feeling. It was overriding, and it needed to be pushed back.

I knew there would be a show. My dick was half-hard; I suppose the stabilizer calmed me down there, too. But I felt twitching in my loins as I watched Bianca slide off her t-shirt in order to get her stabilizer. She was a bit short, but she had great curves. Her belly was as tanned as her legs, and it was smooth and toned. Her breasts were covered in a black bra, and they were bigger than I originally estimated.

Bianca was recovering her breath and slipping back into normal. I stilled stared at her. "You look amazing," I said.

She smiled again, bright white teeth that stood out from her bronze skin. "Thanks."

And then our group went back to chatting. It was still warm, but it seemed more bearable. My hunger was down, and no one else made any show of it. Again, looking back on it, our conversation seemed very out of place. It was almost like a Sunday brunch. We learned more of each other. Mike was married for fifteen years to his college sweetheart. Bianca was ready to graduate in May and was looking to move to San Francisco to be with her boyfriend.

Of course, that didn't last forever. Laura stood up, now not really trying to hide herself. "I think I don't have much you haven't seen already." She slipped her bra off, and her breasts were on full display. They were round, beautiful, with perfectly sized nipples and areolas. Everything was in the right proportion.

Her feet padded on the floor as she walked to the panel and slipped the bra in. "This is it, right? My last stabilizer?"

Laura's body slackened and she took a long exhale. "Finally," she said. She walked back to the spot on the sofa next to me casually.

I made no effort to hide my stare. "I think your husband won the lotto," I said.

She smiled lightly, more to herself. "Oh, he earned it."

"Fuck me," Jake said, as he moved off to the panel. He turned in his socks, leaving him in just his boxers. He looked at Laura. "Pardon me, but your tits are absolutely phenomenal."

She laughed. "Thank you, too, Jake."

He sighed. "Fuck it, this isn't gonna cut it." He dropped his boxers and put them in the slot.

Jake's dick seemed as average as the next guy's. He was visibly excited, though, and even the stabilizer didn't calm him totally down. He walked with relaxed confidence back to his seat next to Deborah. He shot a sideways glance at Laura. Laura and the rest of the ladies had their eyes glued to him. Despite several years of college, he had no beer gut, and actually seemed to be pretty in shape. And he knew just how attractive he was to these sexed up women right then.

And I watched just how this was affecting the women. Bianca, the femme who pushed me over the edge to needing my stabilizer, looked like she needed some now. She fidgeted in her seat, and her toes tightened and relaxed as she struggled to find a way to adjust. In just her bra and panties, something would be left exposed if she went to the panel. Still, she did.

At the panel, she hesitated for a moment at the voice's request. Then, slowly, she complied, hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and sliding them down. She stood profile to me, but I could still tell she also had an amazing ass. It was tighter than Laura's, but still enough was there to grab a good hold of. She hesitated for a moment, and looked back at Jake. She dropped her bra, which held magnificent C-cup breasts. Dark brown nipples went well with her tanned skin. She got her last stabilizer and walked back to her seat on the sofa next to Mike.

"You, ah, don't have much in the way of tan lines," Mike said.

"No," Bianca said. We were also able to see a nice tuft of hair still between her legs. We didn't comment on that.

Bianca's body was fantastic, and very different from Laura. I looked back at the tall, pale brunette next to me and was surprised to find her hands hovering around her breasts. One flicked a nipple while her eyes aimed intently at Jake.

"Laura, are you alright?" Deborah asked.

We watched in fascination as Laura took one hand and circled her left breast. Her right hand slowly slid down as she parted her legs, moving her fingers down into the thatch there and beyond.

Jake was locked in back at her. His own hand slipped down to his rapidly hardening cock. Laura slipped fingers into herself, and Jake firmly grabbed his own cock and started moving his hand back and forth.

I tried to find words for what to say. "Laura... Are you...?"

She said nothing. She moaned slightly and slid back against the sofa, giving all of us a better view of her hand movements and making my cock even harder. I'm sure Mike experienced the same, and I could see Jake was.

Jake stood up and slowly walked toward us, still wanking his cock. He stopped a foot in front of Laura and me. She reached out a hand and cupped his balls while keeping her right working on stimulating her sex. Jake sighed and Laura moaned. Then Jake let go of his dick and knelt down in front of her, burying his head in to lick her pussy.

Laura let out an orgasmic scream. We jumped, unprepared to see her hit her spot so quickly. But she kept going, and so did Jake. She spread her legs wider, and I stood up to get out of the way. I moved over near Deborah, where Jake sat.

"It just... It just keeps going," Deborah said.

I gulped. "Maybe. Maybe it's a test. We should keep fighting it off."

Mike and Bianca were fixated on the show in front of them while Deborah kept talking to me. "The stabilizer just postpones it." She still wore everything but her blouse. She was in control, more than I, having made the trade to go barefoot so I could get my two stabilizers. But I felt the urge welling up.

Seeing Bianca didn't help. Her own hand slid to her crotch, and her legs parted. She touched herself as Jake stood up and slipped his cock into Laura. Bianca's whispers of pleasure were drowned out as Laura got even louder.

I was so hard. And so fired up. "Fuck," I said. I stood up and traded for a stabilizer, this time costing my pants. My dick tented my boxer briefs still, but I could think clearly for a moment.

Deborah was right behind me with a weak, guilty smile as she handed over her shoes. She had a small tattoo on her ankle, which still surprised me for someone who was a little bit older and so... professional? She was a doctor, after all.

"How old are you?" I asked. I only realized how inappropriate that sounded after I said it.

"Forty-two," she said.

My eyes did a dance up and down her without even thinking about it. "You certainly don't look it."

If I did any rudeness she didn't seem bothered by it. She smiled. We looked back, and Jake was now fucking Laura from behind. Her tits bounced amazingly as she gripped the edge of the sofa for support. Her eyes were filled with lust, and I caught her attention for a moment. If I didn't control myself I could have easily just put my dick in her mouth right then, I was sure. But this all still seemed so... strange.

Mike was next to us, naked with his own hard cock out. "This is crazy," he said, looking back at Bianca. She was watching the couple fuck with her legs pulled up next to her and wide open, exposing her hairy pussy for everyone to see. She was also much louder now.

Mike got his stabilizer, but he didn't even seem to notice. He walked right back over to Bianca and slipped himself right into her wet folds. She grunted as her body took his cock, and soon they added their own sounds to the furious lovemaking from the other sofa.

I looked at Deborah. There was an inevitably in the air that we let go unspoken, and even deny. "Maybe they want to see which of us has the strongest control? This could all end when it's down to just one."

"Maybe," she said, as she gazed up at me. She loosened her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders. Slowly, she stripped off her bra and offhandedly slipped it into the panel slot. She didn't seem to react much to the stabilizer, but perhaps I was just distracted by her breasts. Her areolas were bigger, and darker; overall, she was darker compared to Bianca. He breasts were smaller than the other ladies, but still plenty to engage my eyes and mind. And she definitely kept fit.

I fought the urge to reach out and grab one of her tits. Instead, I traded the panel for another stabilizer. I stood before Deborah with my cock fighting to get out of my underwear. My chest was bared to her, my own fairly tanned skin looking light next to hers.

She said nothing as she looked at me. She bent down but kept eye contact as she dropped her skirt and put it into the panel slot. I don't even know if our stabilizers were doing anything at that point, but it's all we had.

I finally dropped my boxer briefs letting my cock breathe free. Deborah breathed out when she saw it, and we were close enough together that it bounced and brushed her stomach when I go my dick free.

I just started stroking. She was right there and so beautiful. Words couldn't describe that. And just stroking, WOW, there was no feeling like it. I never felt anything so alive before. I could almost cum right there, but I wanted to save that for her.

Deborah placed her palms on my chest and stared up. Her hands slowly slid down, as did she. She grasped my cock and squatted in front of me, at eye level with my dick. Without breaking our stare she slipped me into her mouth, and the world went electric. I let myself wash in the sensations. My eyes wandered aimlessly until the sounds of release were building from the tall brunette with the bouncing breasts. Laura, Laura was riding the blonde guy, and she screamed as she came hard. Below her he grunted and thrust, the motions I had done with others, but not with her, not yet.

The feeling on my cock dropped as Deborah stood back and slipped off her panties, exposing a small "v" of hair pointing to her sex. I grabbed her and lifted her back to our sofa, slipping myself into this beautiful brown beauty. She was slick and welcomed me readily. Our hunger for each other moved us. This was not slow love-making, this was hard, passionate fucking. We watched each other as we fucked, her brown eyes closing and opening with sensations, her moaning growing louder. Her legs were up in the air, and I grabbed one and licked along it. I was so hard, feeling better than I ever had fucking. I didn't want to cum, not yet.

I stood back from her and grabbed my cock. I sat down next to her on the couch and motioned for her to mount me. She arched a smooth brown leg over me as she settled in to find a place on my lap. She grabbed my cock and lined it up to take it, and from where I sat it disappeared into her trimmed black bush. I felt her again, and I almost lost it just from that. Her mouth made a wonderful "o", and we kissed again, hard, as she raised and lowered herself on my dick.

I focused on the sensations and this beautiful woman in front of me. Her dark brown nipples brushed my chest, and I licked at and kissed them as I could. Deborah leaned down and kissed my neck as she continued to fuck me. I looked over and saw Laura and the blonde guy exhausted on another couch. Then a scream of ecstasy, as I turned to see Mike fucking Bianca from behind. Her tits bounced as Mike's paced picked up, and he screamed again. His pumping slowed down, as he emptied himself into her. His hand came around her to caress her breast. He slipped his dick out and she spun around, and they kissed passionately.

Mike sat down but Bianca looked at us. She wanted more. She walked over to us and I slowed my pace a bit as Bianca slipped her hands around Deborah. Deborah may as well have expected it, for she turned to her left and was face-to-face with Bianca. Bianca touched Deborah's face, guiding her mouth to a passionate kiss. All this while Deborah still grinded me up and down.

Bianca toyed with one of Deborah's nipples, making her gasp. She slowly put pressure on Deborah's breasts and chest to guide her down. I angled myself to half-stand to keep in her. Bianca pushed me back, pulling me out of Deborah and lowering herself to Deborah's pussy. Starved, her mouth moved with intensity as Deborah looked up and smiled before the sensations overwhelmed her.

Bianca was bent over, and I was right behind her ass. I traced a finger between her folds and she shivered. My finger was wet, and I saw a mixture of her own juices and Mike's cum trailing out of her pussy. I wanted inside of her. I easily entered her, and fucked her as hard as I could.

Deborah watched as Bianca stopped eating her pussy. The woman I fucked moaned hard and loud. I kept going, waiting to hear the crescendo of her moans and her body tense up. I went until I could do no more, and I let loose inside of her as I released myself to orgasm.

While we fucked, Deborah brought herself to the edge with her fingers. She climaxed moments later. I lay down on the floor, next to Bianca. The white surface was warmer than I thought it would be, and not uncomfortable. Bianca and I kissed, and I stroked her hair. We laughed. I saw Deborah's foot in front of me for a moment, and I turned to watch her cuddle up next to Mike on a sofa. Bianca gave a light tug at my still-dripping cock and said, "Awesome."

I loved to see her smile.