Debra meets with Richard

After that, the women took our measures, asked us some questions about our sex lives (I lied about my early life), recorded the size of our loads, and then sent us home. That night, Debra rang me up on the contact number I gave and asked if she come over. I said yes, and let her in at 7 PM.

She was dressed in a rather fetching blue blouse and skirt, her hair done up in an elegant bun and colourful makeup was fresh on her face. She was shaking with glee as she took her shoes off and I led her into my bedroom. Lying on the bed, I let her do the work of pulling down my pants, revealing my half-hard cock.

Debra grabbed my dick with both hands, and moaned with awe as she felt up the warm muscles. Stroking my shaft and cupping my balls, Debra giggled, happy to spend twenty minutes fondling my big dick. I gave her some lube to grease her hands, then laid back as this hot Asian babe masturbated me. "Wow, you are a hung stud, Dick!." She reached forward with both hands, and I almost swooned with pleasure as she wrapped one around the thickening girth of my prick while her other warm slick hand cradled my sperm-laden nuts. Her circling hand fit wonderfully around my stiffening shaft, her slender fingers working their magic as she started to stroke back and forth. Much to my satisfaction, Debra quivered with an orgasm, still fully dressed, as she gave me a handjob.

She let go of my swollen nuts and brought both hands to the pulsing shaft. She wrapped them firmly around, one above the other, and then started that slow methodical cork-screw motion, her hot slippery hands sliding from the thick base all the way up to the broad flared head. Up and down, up and down, over and over, with a nice sliding twist that had me climbing the walls within minutes. Oh fuck, was she ever good. She knew just what to do with a cock. I tried to suppress the delicious feelings I was experiencing, but it was useless. I felt my balls drawing up close to my body and knew I was close.

"Oh my God. I'm gonna come already," I gasped, my heart racing as she mercilessly continued to jerk me off, her wonderful hands keeping up the same smooth teasing rhythm she'd been using all along. The contractions started and I felt my stomach muscles flex as I went off, a long thick rope of white cum shooting high into the air.

"That's it. Let it go," she said softly, her hands continuing to stroke deliciously up and down. I shot again, and then again, a fountain of semen spurting high into the air before falling, the gobs and ribbons of milky seed landing erotically on my stomach and her stroking hands.She kept pumping, and I kept shooting, wad upon wad of jizz spewing forth. Her young hands felt absolutely fantastic as she continued to jerk me off, her slender fingers pulling as much cum out of me as I had to give. My stomach and her hands were a gooey mess, but I kept coming, until finally, the last oozing wads of silvery cream spurted forth, sliding down from the oozing tip and over her cum-covered hands.

Debra leaned forwards and started licking my stomach. I sat there, trying to slow my beating heart as I watched her lick up my cum. She slurped it up wantonly, her lips and tongue searching out every stray drop. When she was finished cleaning my stomach, she started in on her hands, licking the warm milky goo off the backs before sliding her semen-covered fingers deep into her mouth, her lips closing around each slimy digit as she swallowed my potent swimmers. It was incredibly erotic to watch, the sultry wanton look on her face keeping my cock just as hard as it was before I came.

It was time to fuck her. I reached down and pulled her panties off as her warm womanly aroma filled the air, the intoxicating scent firing my libido even more. I tossed her panties aside and moved between her thighs as she opened her legs right up for me. I leaned forwards and angled my rampant cock down towards her waiting flower, the brilliant pink petals of her labia glistening wetly. I could feel the incendiary heat of her flowing juices as the broad flared head nestled between her parted lips, the sensitive tissues of my glans bathed by the oily fluids.

Debra's eyes went as wide as dinner plates and a great breath escaped her mouth as I pushed my cock inside.

"Aaaaahh! Dick, your cock is sooooo huge!! Fuck me more!"

The Vietnamese beauty screamed and squirmed as I fucked her hard, my long and thick prick plunging in and out. Seeing Debra melt into submission from my massive schlong made me feel like invincible. I was so hung, I could tame this gorgeous woman and make her beg for a pussy stretching.

She kept urging me to drive it deeper and harder, her hips in constant motion as she twisted and lifted about my shaft. Her breathy gasps of pleasure only spurred me on. The erotic power of my lust apparently kicked Debra into overdrive as her hips slammed down on mine as if her life depended on it. Her panting increased in frequency and volume until she was screaming out her orgasm as I felt the wash of fluids coat my dick still embedded in her. A few strokes later I let loose, feeling the energy drain out of me as I filled her up.

That morning, Debra walked out of my house bowlegged, with a look of **** satisfaction on her face.

Stacy and Debra did perform experiments on a number of other volunteers (usually just one at a time though). They gathered up their results and created a multi-media project called "Male Sexual Diversity, Classifying Men via their Primary Sexual Characteristics and their Sexual History." Their project actually trended on the internet and was discussed quite a bit. They became rather famous - and so Paul and I. Someone, they said, stole their notes and our identities were comprised. Neither Paul nor I minded much, though, since we got plenty of one nights stands out of it. Stacy and Debra would continue to study sexuality and sexual attributes for some years afterward, eventually making a dramatic scientific breakthrough, which brings me to my current situation...