Crystalised

I thought about how to best approach this. I would probably spend the next couple of hours inside both of them if my imagination was correct. I knew from my encounters with Joy, Sexual Repression made it difficult to enter her vagina properly, so I adjusted both their Sexual Repression to 5 from 10. For Bodily Disgust, it was important that both of them not be utterly disgusted with the process, so I adjusted their settings to 6 from 10. For Pleasure… It might be useful to limit the amount of pleasure/pain to Dr. Page, who is new to this, to 3 and keep Ms. Fleming’s Pleasure at the same rate as before. For Ms. Fleming, if things got too different, she would know I’m screwing around, or something is screwing around with her implant.

I put my device back into my pants, took them off, and neatly folded my pants, hoping to bury the thing deep within the folds of cloth. I took off my underwear and left it on top of my pants. I looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was stiffening at the aspect of two beautiful older women offering themselves for our sex research. It was an odd thing to look at it in the mirror, my engorged penis. This is how others must see it, too, like a freak deformity. Still, I got used to it eventually, even admiringly. I took my folded pants and underwear under my arm and got out of the bathroom.

I left the pants on one of Ms. Fleming’s dresser, besides a couple of books, hoping they were unobtrusive while resting there. Dr. Page’s eyes lit up in curious fascination as she stared at the swollen member between my legs. She wasn’t so much surprise I was naked from the waist down, she was surprised at the abnormality that was my cock.

“My my,” Dr. Page said. “Rita, you failed to describe how large it was. I thought it was more shaped like a pencil the way you detailed it.”

“I said no such thing, Angela. I said it was… well, I may have left the detail of the girth of it out,” Ms. Fleming said, embarrassed.

Dr. Page looked at her pussy and then back towards my cock, puzzling it out like all women who were not use to the idea of vaginal sex yet, do. “You manage to fit that thing in your vagina, Rita? How?”

“It was very tight, but it was doable,” Rita said. “There is room there for it, I can assure you, Angela.”

“Was it painful?” Angela asked, her wide silvery eyes still fixed on my cock.

“Errr… I’m not going to lie to you, Angela. You might experience discomfort at first, but… it felt pleasant after a while.” Ms. Fleming explained, then added, “Angela. It might be best if I do this first, and you watch.”

“No. I’m sure the ghost of Madame Curie would look down on me if I hesitated from a bit of discomfort in the name of science. I need to see it for myself and experience it for myself, Rita.” Dr. Page said.

“As you wish, Angela. Cliff, how did you get it so hard without the saliva reaction?” Ms. Fleming asked.

Oh crap. Forgot about that.

“I actually had my mom do it for me in the car… I knew you wanted it hard, so…” I blurted one word after the other.

Feeling a bit nervous now, my penis started softening, which caused it to droop down on an angle. Ms. Fleming and Dr. Page both looked in keen interest.

“Must have been a while ago. I’ll prep it up again,” Ms. Fleming volunteered.

Dr. Page sat upright on the bed, watching intently as Ms. Fleming came over to where I stood, getting down on her knees. Ms. Fleming held the softening rod gingerly with her fingertips and guided it into her open mouth. Her lips sealed around the tip, and she flickered her tongue over the opening of the urethra. I squirmed there as Ms. Fleming started swallowing my cock, it going inch by inch into her throat. Dr. Page’s eyes widened and then squinted.

“I’ve never heard about an allergic reaction to another person’s saliva,” Dr. Page remarked, rubbing her chin and contemplating. “I think it may be… mental more than physical.”

Ms. Fleming’s soft lips released my hardening cock and spoke, “What do you mean, Angela?”

“Hmm… I think maybe Cliff’s penis and mind are reacting by stimulating with the sight of your putting your lips on this young man’s cock. Like the reaction of sweat or goose pimples on your flesh,” Dr. Page mused. “It may be a past mechanism of the ritual of reproduction.”

Was that it? Stimulating? I did find Ms. Fleming attractive, and whenever I looked at her or imagined her sucking my cock or penetrating her, I got the tingles, fizzing within my loins.

“Maybe by presenting my mouth like a vagina and simulating it… it tricks the penis into thinking that it’s penetrating the vagina?” Ms. Fleming.

“That’s not a bad theory, Rita. Try pushing his penis deep inside your throat, so it acts as a simulated vagina hole. It needs to go deep in there,” Dr. Page suggested.

Ms. Fleming nodded her confirmation and took my penis inside her mouth again. She pushed her head towards my pelvic bone until her nose was touching my pubis. Her tongue licking the underside of my balls as her mouth was clenched towards the base of my cock, the entire shaft completely disappearing in her face. She held it there, gagging slightly and breathing heavily through her nose. When she came back up for air, my penis had been covered in her mouth slime. Ms. Fleming licked her blush lips.

“You are right, Angela. It’s gotten really hard thanks to that,” Ms. Fleming panted. “I think it’s ready for insertion into your body, Ange.”

“I’ll need to try myself. The technique of getting his glands swollen like that. If young Cliff and I am researching alone, I’ll need to figure out how to make him ready.”

Ms. Fleming made way for Dr. Page, who crawled over on the bed on her knees. I came forward towards the edge of the bed, placing my cock in front of the waiting Professor’s face. Ms. Fleming got out a notepad and started writing observations and notes while Dr. Page stuck out her tongue and went forward to take the cock inside her throat. Dr. Page’s ample backside was sticking out as she bent down over the edge of the bed, swallowing the cock presented before her. Her lips caressed it, her mouth was unsure how to handle it, so she rubbed it against her cheeks first and then tried going down deep, mirroring Ms. Fleming's attempt to "deep throat" the cock. This led Dr. Page to release the cock from her mouth’s grip and break into fits of coughing.

“Are you quite alright, Ange?” Ms. Fleming asked.

“Y-yeah,” Dr. Page coughed. “I guess I have *cough* much weaker gag reflex than you, Rita.”

“You always did bite more than you can chew,” Ms. Fleming smirked. Dr. Page looked a bit annoyed at this remark but resumed her fellation on my aching cock.

Ms. Fleming nodded, writing her notes dutifully while the room filled with wet sloshing as Angela’s tongue swiped against my cock. Somehow the feeling of being sucked by a woman I just met, a stranger, even turned me on. It was a thrill. I sighed and felt harsh longing as Dr. Page let go off my mouth. She ran her index finger along a throbbing vein, cupped my balls with her hands, her fingertips explored the areas of my penis.

“Interesting. Your theory about blood being pumped into his penis might be correct, Rita,”

“Maybe it’s the ‘seed’ being loaded into there,” Ms. Fleming suggested. “Like a gun.”

“Perhaps. It’s body temperature, though, whatever is underneath there,” Dr. Page pressed the side of the hard shaft on her forehead feeling for temperature. She then sniffed it and lap it again, this time clicking her tongue to get a good tasting of the precum that had formed and observed, “The ‘seed’ liquid in there comes directly from inside the urethra. This suggests that most likely, his blood is engorging his penis while his seed is coming through deep below like an oil well.”

Ms. Fleming nodded and wrote it down. Dr. Page cupped my balls again and then smiled as if she discovered something.

“These organs here. Of course. They have to be where the seed is produced, I think. Testicles aren’t useless dangling things, after all,” Dr. Page said.

“It’s too bad the Institute won’t ever let us do an autopsy. We’d be able to get in there. I’d really like to slice open some of those balls and see what is ticking there,” Ms. Fleming lamented, letting out a sigh.

“Oh, dear. His penis is going limp again for some reason, Rita. I’m going to apply more pressure on it with my tongue,” Dr. Page said.

“I will help you, Angela. We should do this quickly, I worry that Cliff’s penis won’t be able to take it in this constant state for much longer. I don't want to **** the poor boy,” Ms. Fleming said with a slight frown.

Ms. Fleming came over to where I stood before the bed, where Dr. Page was crawling with her mouth over the hood of my penis. Ms. Fleming added her tongue to the mix, brushing the side of my cock with her tongue while Dr. Page swallowed the tip, giving it a couple of shallow blows. Two women at once. It reminded me of the scene back at my house at the breakfast table. I would need to do this more often. The sight of the two Academics taking a turn on my cock made my legs wobble, barely able to stand.

"Ah, that is really good. Both your mouths feel great," I moaned, enjoying the two tongues fight over real estate on my penis.

Everyone once in a while, while the two fellate the sides of the shaft, their tongues would meet at the tip as if they were sharing a three-way kiss with the tip of my penis. The sight made me dizzy. Ms. Fleming would take turns sucking on the knob at the top and let Dr. Page lap the sides and balls. Then they would switch with Dr. Page holding her mouth over the tip and Ms. Fleming bathed her tongue over the other side. My dick got through roughly coated in their combined spit, looking and feeling like a fountain. This was so great. I would need more double blowjobs in the future. More double sex! Threesomes, I would call it. Think of possibilities of combinations!

“I think that’s hard enough, Angela. We should let him demonstrate the act of vaginal penetration before his penis gets overloaded,” Ms. Fleming suggested getting back upright, licking her lips, and resuming her notes.

Dr. Page gave me a good view of her bare backside as she crawled back to the center of the bed, giving me a preview of the place I'm going to put my dick in soon. Her lips were glistening, both on her face and down there. She brought a pillow up and leaned it against the bedstand, resting against it. Her marble legs opened up to me, her frail hands on her crotch, glistening with dew, spreading herself wide for entry.

“Are you ready to enter me, Mr. Dalton?” Dr. Page asked clinically.