Me Ben; And, Me Claim Delphine

Ben admired the cute bashful sheepishness of Delphine's face, as if she were some mere girl prankster instead of a woman scientist caught in flagrant violation of protocol. "I, ah, was just taking care of Ben!"

"And yourself, too," grumbled Dr. Wilson. "Get off the subject. Now."

"She already did," Ben joked, and Dr. Polkinghorne suppressed a giggle. Delphine tried to obey, but he weaved his arm around her waist and kept his rod of pleasure firmly embedded into Delphine's cherry blossom.

"Dr. Tremont, is excused from the remainder of this study," Dr. Wilson informed her frostily, though confusion began to cross his face. "No" Ben's low voice of authority reverberated off the cold walls of the empirical lab. "I claim Delphine as part of my spoils for my participation in this study." Delphine covered her mouth to stifle a giggle as she looked adoringly at Ben. The walls of her tunnel of love started to massage his cock, and Ben had to struggle to regain control as his cock swelled within her velvet glove.

"I'm sorry, I do not understand. Does Dr. Tremont agree to this arrangement?" Dr. Wilson asked, and it took Delphine a second to realize a response was expected from her. She looked up at Dr. Wilson and smiled, "Oh yes, of course..." She tried to regain control over her facial expression as she continued. "I am willing to do anything to further the study. Though, Dr. Polkinghorne, stifled her own giggle with biting on a knuckle, as all the women except for Dr. Wilson saw through the charade.

"I see" Dr. Wilson said neutrally, clearly seeing Ben as going slightly feral. Ben, decided to play along with that idea and claimed Delphine's mouth as he shoved his tongue down her throat. He kept molding his left hand to her ass; As, he savored the satiny feel of her skin with his right hand, as he traced her skin up to knead her breast. Dr. Polkinghorne echoed Delphine's muffled groan. A sharp look from Dr. Wilson helped her regain some modicum of composure.

"Ahh, Dr. Wilson," said Dr. Polkinghorne, "I do believe there has been growth." Not a shy girl, she stepped forward and ruler along Delphine's abdomen, as Ben's massive cock distended her stomach slightly. "It's true. It has grown to a length of eleven inches!" Delphine's eyes rolled into the back of her head from the feathery touch of Dr. Polkinghorne's fingers as she measured Ben's magical scepter.

Ben heard a sharp breath, and broke away to turn and see the blonde Dr. Corsetti enter the room and immediately take on a 'deer caught in headlights' expression as she gazed down at Dr. Polkinghorne's fingers. No sooner did he notice Dr. Corsetti, though, than Delphine gasped as an orgasm knocked her out as it ripped through her body from the center of her womanhood. Ben easily unleashed an battalion of virile seamen all crashing the gates of her spasming cervix like drunk sailors into her fertile womb.

After a moment of purely divine bliss. Ben slowly looked around himself to find a wet raven haired woman who favored wearing black spandex under a short denim skirt and a swimsuit. Dr. Corsetti seemed to have just come from a swimming pool at the college. Which seemed to be a good move for Dr. Corsetti; Because she had a rather lustful zombie like look of hunger.

"Oh no," moaned Dr. Wilson. "We were supposed to do this properly, but then we got ... distracted. Ben, this is Dr. Lilith Corsetti, the one we've been waiting for." Ben smiled. Introductions seemed a bit out of the question, as just about every woman except Dr. Wilson set into staring, hard-breathing silence.

Delphine was gracefully moved by Ben to a nearby medical bed that may have been meant for him. When he got to the bed, she moaned slightly in disappointment but seemed to curled up into a slight fetal position on the bed. Ben turned around to the remaining three women though his cock had softened slightly to a mere eight inches of granite hard blood engorged meat.