Invitation & Revelation

Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. Hayley looked herself over in the mirror, from the hem of her black dress at mid-thigh, past the flaring of her hips to her narrow waist, to the fuller curves of her… well, then to her face. There she met her own eyes, staring hard.

“Look at you,” said she to herself, “going out like this.”

“And look at you, standing there. I don’t think you have it in you.”

She broke eye contact, doubtful, and looked again to her dress. She was certain that one of her was right. How could she go out like this? She reached forward and tilted her floor mirror forward, revealing the reflection of her spaghetti string black heeled shoes. She had always considered her feet cute. At least she could agree with herself about that. Looking up again, the angle of the mirror now cropped her image at the neck, so she could no longer see her face in the mirror. Good.

She returned to her conversation. “Look at you, going out like this.”

This time there was no reply, but she casually acknowledged that she couldn’t look herself in the eye. A little more than four years in the Big Easy had gradually loosened her from her conservative upbringing, but this…this was hard. How had she come to this?

It was “the” season. Christmas had come and gone. Gifts had been given; gifts had been received. There hadn’t even been any returns this year. Provide Steven a list, show Steven the things on the list at the stores in which they are for sale, remind Steven where the list is, and receive the items on the list. Quite simply done. But she wasn’t as mercenary as that seemed. It had been a wonderful holiday.

New Year’s, too, had been great fun. They hadn’t painted the town red but spent a quiet evening at home with some friends, playing Hearts until an ageless Dick Clark acknowledged that another year had passed.

But four years of living in Louisiana had taught Hayley that the real holiday season was the two weeks prior to Fat Tuesday. She had heard of Mardi Gras growing up in North Carolina, but she had never really paid attention to it. There had a childhood friend that had gone to Mobile, AL for Mardi Gras, returning with cheap beads and moon pies. She was jealous at the time of the trinkets, but it was quickly forgotten.

That was then; this was now. After moving to Mandeville with Steven, she, like many of her neighbors, had pulled out the storage cases of gold, purple, and green knick knacks, flags, and beads, decorating her home on the inside, with a few flourishes outside. The addition of colored translucent plastic sheets in her patio lights put them one ahead of the neighbors. But that wasn’t really what it was all about. Decorating was a relatively quiet acknowledgement of the traditions of the area, including the wild things that went on in the city across the bridge and a bit east.

She loved Mandeville. She did. Clean city, nice shopping centers, good schools, excellent waterfront park… But it was at this time of year that, to some measure, she felt disconnected from everybody. All the native Cajuns always seemed to have a tradition about the way they celebrated Mardi Gras. This included the parades, surely, but they disappeared to family member’s homes for Cajun boils or were invited to other parties.

Therefore, it was the parades which were her participation in the festivities.

She remembered her first trip downtown to the big parades the first year they had lived here, accompanied by their neighbors, the Michells, John and Louise. The Michells had grown up in the area, mostly in Jefferson Parish. But they had wanted to try life on the other side of the lake, primarily for their kids’ education. They had surprised her with the invitation to go to a parade in New Orleans. She had expected to go to one of the small ones in Mandeville or perhaps Slidell. Most people had suggested they stay away from New Orleans when they had learned she was new to the area, including their realtor. “It’s so much safer out here. You just never know what might happen downtown; it’s a dangerous place.” But the Michells insisted that they try it, perplexed that she and Steven would even consider not going.

Well, her first experience was so wonderful that she couldn’t stay away. She had attended parades as a child… Memorial Day, Labor Day… she couldn’t remember which. It was mostly some floats, a few high school marching bands, uniformed veterans out for a march, and a lot of aging Rotarians dressed in silly costumes. It hadn’t been worth the time. But Louise had explained how extravagant the parades here would seem in comparison, and Steven and she had a natural curiosity. And too, she had a natural inclination to say “yes” when others told her “no.” Perhaps she would grow up some day…

Debauchery. She had never really understood the stupid things people do when they’re inebriated. And with each parade she attended over the last several years, she came to understand that people do stupid things even when they’re not drunk. They were just debauched. Was that a word?

And it had shocked her that first year to find that Louise and John were included. She would never forget when Louise flashed her breasts to a guy on a balcony, getting several strands of beads in the process. A process which had been repeated numerous times that night. And her husband, John, had just smiled and smiled. And so had Steven! And she had laughed too, the initial shock mellowing to amazement.

This was, after all, their neighbor! People they would see again and again. It hadn’t remotely touched her life to that point that people would expose themselves to others that they knew. As she had watched other girls and women expose their breasts, there was an excitement, yes, but, after all, she didn’t know them and would never see them again. As she watched, she realized that most of them were in small groups, obviously comfortable with their friends seeing them.

She hadn’t bared her breasts, that first year, or even been tempted. Nor had she the second year, despite some encouragement from Steven late in the evening. She wanted to, kind of, but just when she thought she had the nerves to do it, she would back out.

It wasn’t until the third year that she went without her bra, which, she remembered, was only because Steven had insisted. She knew what he wanted, at that point, because he had started asking her if she would flash people, starting some weeks before the season arrived. And she planned to, she had thought, but she never quite worked up the gumption to do it. As it turned out, thankfully, she didn’t have to. Louise was showing her breasts to a crowd of guys on the street, and suddenly, Steven grabbed her shirt and held it up. It couldn’t have been more than 2 seconds, but it seemed like forever. She still treasured the beads that had rained down upon them from a balcony, but she couldn’t even look up there to see who had thrown them. What if she knew someone? She knew that was unlikely, but it was just difficult to make eye contact with people that had just seen you half naked.

Then there was last year. A whole year of remembering her one indecent exposure had driven her to masturbate countless times. She hadn’t told Steven how excited it had made her. She had told Louise though, and it was for that reason that they had gone to all the parades on Fat Tuesday, rather than the smaller parades on a preceding weeknight. Louise had understood Hayley’s emerging daring, although she was surprised that it had taken so long. As Louise had set the stage for the parades throughout the day and evening, she had frequently reminded her, “More time on the street, more opportunity!”

She didn’t know exactly how comfortable Steven was, although, obviously, the first flash had been his doing. But still, she was married, and to go through with what she was planning, she thought it right to seek his “permission.”

The kids had been sent off to another neighbor’s house, who seemed to be babysitting for a number of kids in the neighborhood. Steven had come into the bedroom while she was dressing that morning, and had performed a “bra check,” gradually caressing her back to see if there was evidence of a bra. He hadn’t found one and had left encouraged, she had thought. But she had been wearing a conservative collared blouse that buttoned and tucked into her jeans. It was somewhat tight and gave evidence of her curves, but it was ridiculous to expect that she would be able to flash without seeming to undress. About 10 minutes before John and Louise picked them up, she hastily had changed into a clingy, satin purple halter-top. Louise would be wearing an identical one, but gold, as they had shopped together. Hayley had walked into the living room, watching Steven’s jaw actually drop, admiring her as she approached. She had stopped several feet short of his reach, curled the hem of her top around pinky fingers, lifted, and said, “How do I look?”

It had been a good thing the Michells had shown up shortly thereafter, or they wouldn’t have made the trip at all. As her hand had frequently, and, at times, rather openly confirmed, Steven had stayed hard throughout the day. And afterwards… it had been a night to remember. She also understood why Bourbon Street had a certain sour, earthy smell to it during the day.

Her initial musings about the previous year had changed though. She had searched web sites looking at pictures posted from Mardi Gras. It was an absolutely fantastic finger fuck when she first found her own picture on the web. And Steven had satisfied her more “fully” when she had shown it to him. She had known, of course, about the picture taking, as John had taken pictures of Louise the previous years, which was really just an asterisk compared with the seeming thousands of other revelers that had taken pictures as well. So, she had taken and worn a little feathered mask. That had lasted about half the day. It was too uncomfortable. Sure, someone might recognize her in the photos, but Louise had convinced her that even if someone did, it was very unlikely that they would confront her with it. After all, who admits to looking at pictures of nude women on the internet? Louise had a point.

An unanticipated result of that day had been that anytime Steven needed inspiration for a little romance, she simply pulled out pictures that either he or John had taken of her flashing her tits. What a strange day that had been! And with such mixed emotions! It was wrong to show her breasts – that was the way she was raised, and she knew deep within that was what the majority of people believed, because their behavior confirmed it. You just didn’t see women flash their tits.

But then there was an excitement, too. Doing what was wrong somehow felt so right, especially down…there. Feeling a slight cool breeze on her bare nipples had opened a new world of sensation to her… men walked around without their shirts, so it was only fair. But even as she rationalized, she knew that the wrongness outvoted her desires by a solid 1%. But it was, after all, her desires, that had won the moment and, for that matter, the day.

Still, considering all of that, it had been somewhat of a surprise to find that in every picture, there was an enraptured smile. The photos also showed the gradual increase in the number of beads she had been given, to the point where she couldn’t properly expose herself. Steven had taken the overflow, gladly

But then there was the wrongness again. Every picture showed her raising her shirt, even holding a breast for a man to ogle, as she looked squarely at her admirers. But not once had she looked at Steven in the pictures. It didn’t change his excitement, certainly, but how strange it was to be putting on a show for others, almost to the point of neglecting her own husband.

But the beads… She had earned them. Only cents to a few dollars each, she guessed, but she took great pride in them. Her mom had admired them during her annual visit, not knowing that her little angel had fallen a step or three to obtain them.

They weren’t trinkets to her though. They had been earned. There was a contract of sorts. I’ll lift my blouse and show you my tits, and you’ll throw me some beads. It was transactional. It was like she was a celebrity for a day, and the masses were paying for her autograph. Well, that was stretching it a bit far. But certainly she had earned them. So many of the pictures showed plenty of guys staring, fighting for position to see, and even reaching. One had even shown a faceless stranger’s hand on her tit. She had assumed it was Steven at the time…

It was a catching atmosphere…the cool night air… shoulder to shoulder people… the costumes…the beads… the masks… the smell of the food… the junk vendors… the stuff thrown from the floats…

The floats. While there was a growing satisfaction in having dared to do what she had done, it was ultimately the floats that had caused her mood to gradually change. In October or so, articles started appearing in the newspaper about the secret societies that paid for, built, and manned the floats, with occasional snippets regarding past Kings and Queens, ballrooms committed for the societies, and Even fundraisers to be held.

She had turned to the internet for information about these groups. She had quickly found that her blood would never be blue enough for the local in-crowd to be asked to join one of the main societies, and that had caused a strange depression in her, and precious little was known about most. Her memories were treasured, but they began souring as she dwelled on the fact that she had participated in “their” event. Mardi Gras wasn’t “hers,” not that anyone would claim to own it, but it certainly would never belong to a woman from North Carolina. It made her seem a stranger in… not a strange land – strange as it was, but a known land. And that just made her mad.

Steven had noticed her turn in mood, and it was him, ironically, she thought now, that had suggested she talk to Louise about it. And she had, shortly after Thanksgiving, when she had invited Louise to lunch.

“So, you’re jealous of the local high society?” asked Louise. “Listen, people pay a lot of money to join those societies. And it’s basically just a party. They spend tons of money on the floats, their costumes, the ball, the parties leading up to the ball… It’s very expensive. Why can’t you just enjoy it as you have? After the way you finally joined in last year, we’re really looking forward to another Mardi Gras with you. You’re officially an exhibitionist, you know.”

“I am, am I?”

“Doing it once is a dare. Doing it, well, how many times? Honey, that’s the real you finding it’s way out. You’re official alright. John and I had decided that you didn’t have it in you, but then you, well, exhibited your true nature.” Louise laughed. “Look, I’ve been showing off down there since I was 16, but don’t tell my parents if you ever meet them! But I guess I had forgotten how people might be shy about it, if I ever knew that to begin with. And now, here I am, 38 years old, with a buddy to keep me young! And with John sharing in it, it’s just wonderful!”

“Well, in a way, it’s the sharing that’s been the problem. And I don’t mean the awkwardness of my friend and neighbor’s husband having seen my boobs, as awkward as that sometimes seems to be.”

Louise looked baffled.

“Oh, I’m over that! But Louise, haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to ride on a float, to take a peek at Mardi Gras from the inside? You’ve lived here a while. Have you ever been invited to join a society?”

Louise didn’t answer, then broke eye contact.

“I can see it! Don’t hold out on me!” said Hayley.

Louise shook her head. “No, Hayley. I’ve never been a member. I’ve… Well, John was once a part of… I guess you would call it a feeder group. A few of the societies have…well, they’re not members, but they’re relationships with others that do certain work to help the society get ready, like volunteers. There’s a lot of charities that benefit from the Krewes, you know. So, John helped once.”

Hayley sniffed a story and wasn’t about to let it drop. “And? That’s it? I don’t think so. Continue, please…”

Louise looked uncertain.

“Louise… Come on. And? You were invited to a ball? Or, you were invited to ride a float? What?”

Louise exhaled loudly, obviously making a decision to give in. “Yes, I got to ride a float. There’s this one all-male Krewe that sometimes hides a woman on the float, sort of. It’s kind of like a guest of honor, and it was John’s… I won’t call it work. But basically he got me the ride.

“Was it fun? Did you get to go to a ball? Did you get to throw beads and cups and stuff? When did you do that?”

Louise looked guilty. “Actually, two years ago.”

“Two… You never told me!”

“Well, you never asked! No really, it’s supposed to be a secret.”

“How about John? Did he get to ride, too?”

“No. I guess you could say I reaped the benefit of his contributions.”

“That’s so great! Were you invited back last year?”

“No, it was a one time opportunity.”

“Is there anyway John could work me in?”

Louise looked slightly distressed, and Hayley was surprised by it, but not enough to let her off the hook. This was something she really wanted, and she let the silence linger. Louise shifted, her face the picture of a petition to escape a hangman’s noose, or in this case, answering the question. Hayley stared at her, ready for a long term contest of wills.

Louise resigned the stand off, as Hayley knew she would. “Hayley, you really don’t know what you’re asking, you’re…”

“I’m what?”

“I don’t know. Naïve? Not from around here? Too good a friend? I just don’t know how to explain it to you without… Well, there’s a certain… Hayley, I just don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

Hayley considered this and made a decision. “Louise, whatever it is, I promise not to hold it against you. I’m a grown woman. I’m 36 years old, just a couple years younger than you. I can handle it. Please!”

“You’re 36? Maybe there’s something to numerology after all.”

“What?”

“Oh, never mind. You’re not going to like this, but I really, truly can’t tell you what the evening is about, other than riding on the float, obviously. I’ll have to talk to John, and then…well, maybe you’ll receive an invitation in the mail.” Louise looked at the hope on Hayley’s face. “Hayley, you really are naïve. I shouldn’t even say this, but I’ll tell you this. It’s not a free ride, but I am absolutely convinced it’s an evening you would enjoy. Oh, and I’ll tell you that the night makes sense afterwards.”

“That’s it? You can’t tell me anything more?”

“No. It’s one of those ‘I’d have to kill you if I did’ things. Like I said, let me talk to John.”

Hayley remembered the strangeness of Louise’s parting comment. “You’re really 36?”

“Yes, why?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe there’s something to those Tarot quacks in Jackson Square, after all.”

For the next two weeks, Hayley’s thoughts had bounced between Christmas and Louise. Louise had said that she had talked to John the same day, and that John had agreed to start the process. She said to watch for a piece of registered mail. It would be addressed to Steven and not to open it.

Steven’s letter did finally come, but it had to be signed for by him, and it was another day before he was able to go to the post office to pick it up. She hoped it had answers. Still, Louise had told her to play dumb about it. It was part of the process, and she wasn’t to even let Steven know about their whole discussion. But she hadn’t said to ignore a registered letter, after all!

“Well, what’s the important letter?” she had asked oh-so casually as Steven arrived home. It was disappointing to have considered all sorts of strategies to find out about the letter only to have her excitement cut to the simplest of forms.

“I want you,” I breathe, my legs weak and my mind reeling from the most incredible orgasm I have ever experienced. I lift my lover so that her supple curves are again resting on the edge of the pool table; her shapely legs dangling in space.

“You are incredible,” I say looking deep into her crystal eyes, my hands massaging the insides of her moist thighs.

“Shut up and fuck me now,” Annette commands.

Her boldness and frank expression of her desire is more than arousing, so I readily comply. Our lips meet again and are intertwined for a prolonged moment. I ponder what to say next but I realize in a moment words are not necessary at this point for I know Annette needs me to shove my big hard cock in her hot pussy now. I oblige my lover as I thrust my cock deep inside her drenched cunt. The storm outside is whipping like mad and the raindrops pound on the roof of the bar like thousands of bullets. Annette’s state of arousal matches that of the storm outside. Annette grabs my hands and our fingers intertwine as my hips thrust and my cock fills her dripping pussy. I remove one hand and slip it between our bodies. I easily find Annette’s clit with my thumb and forefinger and Annette squirms ever so slightly. I see and feel her glare at me intensely, but passionately.

Annette pleads “Fuck me, fuck me now as hard as you fucking can, my clit can wait.”

While I was searching for romance and wanting to please her she wants, needs, and desires intensity bordering on violence. My hand slips from her clit and I pin her hands over her head. The other hand that was intertwined in hers does the same. A loud crash from outside the bar echoes as I am slamming my pelvis against hers. My tongue fills Annette’s mouth forcefully as I push her onto the table and crawl up between her legs. Annette lies back and spreads her legs until each foot rests on opposite rails of the pool table. I kiss my way down her body, pausing to suck each nipple into my mouth, causing them to stiffen even further. I continue to kiss and lick my way towards the object of my desire. I run my tongue along the outer edge of her neatly trimmed mound of fine hair.

“Lick that clit now you bastard” Annette moans.

Not use to such boldness, I am aroused but a bit put off. I am not offended by her choice of words but what has me a bit pissed is that Annette is ordering about like a boy scout. Orders/commands from a hot piece of ass was not my idea of kinky fun or even a good fuck. In an instant I decide to take charge and turn the tide in my favor. I see my necktie on the table above us. I lean over Annette and grab the silk as I plunge my hard shaft deep into Annette. A small gasp escapes her lips as she looks into my eyes in wonderment. I use the long red silk neckwear and tie her hands over head, wrists together and a firm knot making her arms joined until I decide otherwise. I now ravish Annette clit with my tongue as she told me to earlier. On my way south my teeth nip at each nipple, before savoring her moist yet stiff clit between my lips. My tongue flutters inside her and all around her sweet lips and clit. She is on the verge of cumming but I have other ideas.

I stand and thrust myself forceful into her wetness. I fill Annette completely, forcefully and repeatedly. I then place a pool ball between us so that it is resting against my pelvis and presses against her clitoris. The cold hard sphere massages Annette and rolls about her clit as I slowly fill Annette with only the tip of my cock over and over again. Annette is overcome by the stimulation of the head my cock inside her moist refuge and the pool ball massaging her stimulated bud. My pace is slow and steady in order to keep the billiard ball in place. Annette wiggles and moans at the onset of her orgasm. I press all my weight onto the ball that rubs Annette and thrust as deeply as I can while still managing to keep the orb in place. Annette arches her back and erupts in an orgasm that releases a flood of her juices as a long slow groan escapes her lips as a tidal wave climax crashes down around her. Annette senses only the glorious friction that brings her to climax more than I ever thought possible. Annette is consumed by the sensation and the lack of distractions. I continue to fill Annette as the final few waves and spasms of her orgasm subside.

I roll the ball away from us and plunge inside Annette’s dripping cunt. Her legs wrap around my waist in order to pull me deeper inside. Annette kisses me fiercely as the lights flicker to life disturbing the privacy afforded us by the shadows of the candlelight. We are bathed in light as the lamp above us comes to life. We see, in all their glory, Red and Joe at the bar. Clothing is strewn about the floor. Red is now on Joe’s lap. Her back is against the bar as she grinds her pelvis against Joe’s lap. The bar stool squeaks ever so slightly each time she rocks back and forth against him. They too see us, but only for an instant. I reach up and tug on the chain of the lamp hanging above us. With a click we are again are clothed in semi-darkness. The candlelight is now joined by the luminescence of the jukebox.

Annette implores me “Fill me up.”

With those words of lust and passion uttered, I ease myself off of Annette and the pool table. I grab Annette by the ankles and pull her toward me, her cheeks brush the felt of the pool table causing a slight giggle to slip from her lips. I grab Annette and kiss her with all my might. I tell Annette to turn around. Annette rolls over onto her stomach and the felt tickles her nipples. I pull her legs to me until Annette is perched on the edge of the leather corner pocket. Her feet barely touch the ground as I slide inside Annette to areas previously uncharted. The only thing keeping Annette from moving forward are my hands around her hips and the leather of the pocket, which holds her pelvis firmly in place. My body hurls toward Annette at a wonderfully erotic pace. My balls brush the dangling pocket of the table with each forward movement, while my shaft fills Annette to the point of ecstasy. I gaze at the two lovers on the barstool, Red, her legs spread wide and her head leaning back against the bar begin a series of high-pitched squeals signaling her arrival. Joe pants as he thrusts up inside her as Red’s climax reaches it zenith. He growls as he she cums. The sight and sounds of the two lovers in the corner triggers something deep inside me. My saber impales Annette; the force of each thrust grows in intensity. Annette is squeezing me as tightly as she can for she senses I am about to explode. I grab her hips firmly and erupt inside her pussy, firing my hot creamy potion all through out her luscious cavern. My body grows taught as Annette milks my cock inside her, draining my member of ever last drop of semen.

Annette slowly rocks here body back and forth against me for a few moments as I slowly start to soften inside her. By the door, we both see Red bent over bar stool. Joe, now standing, enters her from behind; we both watch as Annette slowly grinds against me and the now sticky leather pocket. I bend over and kiss her neck and back as Annette push back against me. Annette then turns around and lies on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the table. Annette kisses my drenched member as I caress her glistening body with my hands. Despite the wonderful feeling of her kisses, my erection gradually softens due to two incredible orgasms.

Annette sits up and smiles at me. Reaching for something to say, I kiss Annette before uttering, ” So, can I buy Annette drink?”

Joe is still plowing away at Red from behind; she is now standing clutching the edge of the bar. Annette glances toward them and says, “I think the bartender is a little busy right now.” “No problem.” I say, “Have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

Annette gathers up our clothes and sit down at one of the round tables near the jukebox. I grab my boxers and run behind the bar. There I find a bottle of schnapps, peach flavored. I return to Annette at the table and find her putting on her black bra and panties. “I don’t have anything to drink this out of, so I guess I will just have to drink it from you.”

Her eyes widen in disbelieve as I kiss Annette and rub my hands all over her body. I remove her bra, for the second time. I then remove her panties which are now soaked with our emulsion. I turn Annette on to the bar stool so her back rests against the round table. I kiss my way down until my tongue traces the inside of her thighs. I move her buns to the edge of the stool so that her heavenly chasm is more accessible. My tongue now flicks in and out Annette and swirls about her labia. Annette grabs the bottle of schnapps from my hand and pours a several large drops over her heaving breasts. It trickles down her cleavage and into her valley of sin. It drips from her lips to my tongue, and I savor the elixir Annette and I have created. I fervently lick Annette as more of the sweet liquid flows from her body. My passion is transmitted to her engorged clitoris as I devour each drop. Annette writhes about on her perch as I am kneeling between her legs. Annette puts her arms out behind her on to the table to steady herself. My tongue penetrates Annette over and over so I can savor more of her cum mixed with the flavor of peach. I take her clit in my mouth and suck on it ferociously. Annette jumps slightly as my lips manipulate her incredibly sensitive clit. She grabs my head and forces my mouth over her pussy. I lick and swirl my tongue about as Annette clutches me. A tremendous climax floods my mouth with her sweet juices. Now I taste only a hint of peach mixed with a copious amount of her own intoxicant.

I hear a muffled hoarse scream from where Red and Joe are engaged in carnal pleasures of their own. The wailing in the back round continues as Annette moans the onslaught of her own sexual release with a series of “Oh my gods”. I continue to taste Annette as her orgasm subsides. I gently kiss my way up to her lips and hold Annette in my arms, she breathlessly whisper, “That was incredible!”. I continue to kiss her neck and hold her as, slowly, Annette comes back to earth.

Joe and Red have done the same and retired to one of the restrooms to freshen up. Annette and I sit in the candlelight bar naked, spent from our recent festivities. We kiss some more; Annette tastes a hint of peach on my lips.

“How about grabbing a bite to eat?” I ask, as we put our clothes on between kisses. “That chicken you skipped out on really wasn’t very filling. Of course that could be because I only had two bites.”

“How about if I whip something up back at my condo?” Annette offers.

“Well, that sounds awfully tempting. What did you have in mind?”

“Something to replenish your strength so we can continue our game of trivia.”

“Only if we can shoot some pool afterward.”I say

We both quietly laugh and then kiss. Our hearts begin to race and our blood boils anew as our passions are ignited yet again. We dress and kiss until Red comes out of the bathroom. She unlocks the front door and goes behind the bar to mix up a couple of drinks. Joe takes his place at the bar near the door. Red hands him a drink in a small rock glass with lots of ice. On our way out I throw a twenty on the bar. Red says “Darlin”, keep the money.” “You two already gave me the greatest tip of my life.” She and Joe both slyly grin at one another. “We’ll be back soon.” I offer as I put the twenty in my pocket.

“You can count on it,” Annette chimes in

Red smiles and says “We’ll be lookin” forward to it.”

We hop in our cars and I follow Annette to her condo, which happens to be all of four buildings away from mine. We drive through a light rain, but there is little wind and the thunder or lightening is now distant and sporadic. The storm rages on again once we make it to Annette’s bedroom.

The next day the pavement is still damp from the rainfall of the previous evening. The sun is rising and its light reflects off the pools of water that lines the streets of downtown. I am almost to work when I see our pub up ahead. Out front I see Red, wearing Joe’s golf shirt, sweeping up the fragments of shattered sign from the sidewalk. I just miss the green light and pull to a stop along the curb across the street. Red is standing against a newspaper vending machine that displays a headline “Storm Rocks Downtown”.

I get out of my car and briskly walk across two lanes of traffic before slipping two quarters in the slot and take out two papers, one for me and one for Red. The front page has several articles detailing the power outages through the area, most notably downtown. A small blurb appears in the lower corner of the front page about “Charitable Function at Museum of Art interrupted by Storm”. I grin as I read on. Apparently parts of downtown were hit by golf-ball sized hail, including the museum and the adjacent parking lot. The article went on the say that hail damage to buildings, rooftops, and numerous vehicles is estimated in the millions of dollars. As I read on I know that my buddy at the local Mercedes dealership will be buying good beer and lots of it at poker night for the foreseeable future.

Red scans the paper I handed her, She mutters “It was a hell of storm night last night wasn’t it.”

“It sure was, I can’t wait for the next one.” I reply.

“You invited me,” she said with a hint of sarcasm. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me.”

I stared at her for several seconds but the face, as singularly unattractive as it was, brought back no recollection.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

She sighed with displeasure. “I am Dr. Millicent Beechcroft, professor of the department of human bioengineering at Harvard University. Does that name ring a bell?”

She said it in such a condescending way that I felt an immediate dislike toward the woman. However, I did remember the name.

“Yes, I know who you are. I had invited you to attend my first experiment but you refused. I think you called it a ‘freak show’ if I remember correctly?”

She smiled uncomfortably. “So I did. But I have since renewed my interest in your studies with this drug and that’s why I am here. I explained all this to one of your assistants, who, after she had verified that I was who I said I was, graciously admitted me. I’m sorry if I crashed your party doctor.”

“Not at all,” I said, fighting to suppress a scowl. “May I ask what exactly rekindled your interest in my work for you to have come all the way from America?”

She tilted her head to one side and blinked her eyes a few times as if in pain. I thought she was going to peck at me.

“I’m here to discredit you,” she said smugly.

I, and everyone else in the audience, reacted to this statement with outright shock—that is, everyone except Bonnie.

“Oh, boy!” she said waving a dismissive hand in Dr. Beechcroft’s direction, “Shades of Jane Nordstrom all over again!”

“You’re here to discredit me?” I asked, outraged. “May I ask who appointed you to that task?”

“No one appointed me,” she said haughtily. “I learned of your work from a mutual acquaintance at your university here. After investigating some of your claims I took it upon myself to try and pull the plug on this useless and dangerous experiment you are conducting with these human guinea pigs.”

“Jesus Christ!” Bonnie exclaimed. “If I were you sis, I’d kick this ugly little bitch in the balls!”

“I don’t have balls,” Dr. Beechcroft replied, sourly.

“You should have!” Bonnie said angrily. “What gives you the right to sit in judgment over my sister?”

Again, the ungainly woman grimaced. “The same right that every free person has to express his or her opinions and beliefs. This is a free country isn’t it?”

Bonnie shrugged. “You Americans think you own the fucking world! Yes, we Swedes believe in free speech just as much as you do, but we don’t get off trying to create the world in our image. My sister worked on this project for many years with the hopes that she would be able to help people. She’s an accomplished scientist and doctor who has many more honors to her name than you will ever see in your lifetime. I would strongly advise you to treat her with respect or get the hell out now!”

“That’s enough Bonnie,” I said.

“I’m sorry sis,” she replied. “But this is inexcusable.”

In all my life I had never seen my older sister so livid. She had taken it upon herself to come to my defense as she had done innumerable times in the past when she felt my integrity was threatened. Her vicious attack upon the now startled and speechless Beechcroft was no doubt fueled by the doctor’s offensive attitude toward me, but it was the fact that the woman tried to pass herself off as our superior that had really made Bonnie so infuriated.

By this time Lynette had arrived with several of her crew, eager to discover the nature of the disturbance. Rebecca followed close behind.

Bonnie had expressed sentiments that would have sounded like bragging from me, and although somewhat embarrassed by her outburst, I was glad she told the woman off.

“Is this person giving you a problem Dr. Swensen?” Lynette asked, eyeing Beechcroft suspiciously.

“I don’t know,” I replied, studying the odd-looking creature. “Are you going to be a problem, doctor?”

Her need to remain and observe the proceedings seemed to supercede any further attempt at rash conduct. I didn’t have to wait long for her reply.

“I apologize for my…my…”

“Rudeness and arrogance?” Bonnie interjected.

“Yes, I apologize for that. It was wrong of me to attack you doctor. I’m sorry. I would like to stay if you will allow me to.”

I nodded to Lynette to resume her duties and she and her staff walked off. Rebecca saw that I was still upset and gave Beechcroft an unfriendly glance.

“This woman is a bitch,” she said to me softly. “Why do you want her to stay?”

“If nothing more than to prove her wrong,” I replied. “How are the subjects doing?”

“Blood pressure results for all the men are normal. We’re just waiting for your word to begin.”

“Give me two minutes.”

Rebecca rejoined the others. Bonnie smiled at me and gave me a “thumbs up” sign to let me know that she was back to being her normal effervescent self.

“I have discovered that there is a unique correlation between the drug and the amount of testosterone available in the body at any given time,” I said, addressing the group. “But this correlation is only one factor in the overall scheme and doesn’t explain the incidence of recurring and insistent masturbation. The genetic code written into the drug seems to have mutated—something it never should have done. What I am attempting here today is to discover why the gene replicated itself, in effect, producing a series of abnormal gene sequences that have overwritten my original code. I ask that all of you remain seated and to please not interfere. This study should go no longer than a few hours. Thank you for your indulgence.”

I looked once more at Beechcroft. She gave me a polite if not glacial smile and began writing something in the notebook she kept on her lap. She was dressed in a two-piece black outfit that seemed to accentuate her rather stern appearance, and her presence was just another reminder to me that I would either have to conquer this problem or be subdued by it. The fact that she did not have much credibility in my work was a rather audacious presumption on her part, but it was a disturbing blow to my ego nonetheless. Bonnie must have been reading my mind because she discreetly pointed at Beechcroft and smirked.

“Don’t worry about her,” she said. “Everything is going to go just fine.”

“I hope so,” I said.

Jill and Laura were all smiles as they wished me good luck.

“Let us know if you need us Dr. Swensen,” Jill chirped.

“We’ll be happy to help out,” Laura added.

“Thank you girls. If I need you, I’ll let you know.”

With that I turned my back on them and headed toward the cubicles.

The seven units were arranged in a semicircle in the middle of the floor, each cubicle containing a reclining bed and assorted paraphernalia. Rebecca, Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer had finished their preliminary examinations of the subjects, calling upon Maria and Cheryl to assist as needed. Each of the men was relaxing comfortably on their recliners conversing with themselves and my team as they awaited my orders. Craig Lundquist occupied the leftmost cubicle, and I was not surprised to find Cheryl by his side, seemingly enchanted by the young man’s obvious charm. To his left was Jeffrey Ames followed by Adam Hildebrand, John Cardelli, Stuart Borg, my brother-in-law Philip, and finally, Barney Cole, who was trying to get his wife’s attention by thrusting his mid-section up and down, humping the air. He finally got her to look and broke out in a huge grin. She gave him a desultory look.

“Okay, let’s begin,” I said. “Although most of you have been off the drug for roughly a week or so, the concentration of EJAX-472 is still at its peak. The blood samples we took from all of you just after you arrived have shown this to be true. What we need to do now is to procure a sperm sample from all of you for comparison purposes. Before you ejaculate I want to measure each one of your penises to see if there have been any changes since the last time.”

“What kind of changes doc?” Stuart asked.

“Changes in girth, length.”

Adam chuckled. “No matter how wider or longer we might get, Barney over there is still going to be the King Cock!”

“You got that right young man!” Barney laughed.

“Your testicles will also have to be examined for any changes.”

“My balls have always been huge Dr. Swensen,” Jeffrey said, on the verge of cracking up. “Wanna feel ‘em?”

The whole room broke out in simultaneous laughter.

“No thank you. I can see it for myself.”

“What do you want us to do Christiana?” Philip asked.

“Okay. Does everybody see the mechanical hand by your bed? We are going to use “Mechanical Mary,” as I call it, to help bring you gentlemen to orgasm.”

All the men heaved a collective sigh of disappointment.

“Oh, you’ve got be kidding doc!” Stuart complained.

“I know it isn’t going to be as exciting as having our lovely assistants masturbate you, but I need to give the girls a break. All of you come forward and the ladies will assist you.”

Rebecca had all the men stand in a line facing the audience and were then ordered to disrobe. Gasps of delight issued from the group of women as each man’s body was exposed for their inspection. Even the repulsive Dr. Beechcroft stopped writing in her notebook to take a good look at the attractive array of male flesh on display. The men were then given a small dab of lube and were told to begin masturbating themselves. In less than a minute each man had succeeded in producing a full erection. I then had my assistants help each man attach the mechanical hand to his penis. Some of the men complained that it was demeaning to be masturbated in such a fashion, but I was adamant that this first in a series of orgasms be produced without the aid of human hands in order to keep the excitement level as low as possible. In this way, each man could relax and let his orgasm evolve naturally without attaching any emotion to the process, which would have been the case had the women of my team done the work. I was also curious as what results my investment in these devices would produce.

“Are all the devices securely attached?” I asked the men.

Everyone affirmed that they were.

“Lynette, move your girls into position please.”

Lynette directed her five girls to take the glass beakers and place them before the men. They would be soon be used in order to catch each man’s ejaculate. Seeing she was short two girls, I ordered Maria and Cheryl to each take a beaker.

“You told me I wouldn’t have to do this again,” Maria whined. “You promised.”

“Oh, stop complaining Maria,” Cheryl said, as she motioned for the girl standing in front of Craig to move away.

“No, she’s right. I did promise you didn’t I Maria?”

Suddenly I heard voices jittering behind me.

“I’ll do it!” Jill exclaimed.

I looked at Sheila. “It’s up to you.”

“Let her do it Chris,” Sheila said. “My daughter loves watching guys shoot their loads.”

“Like mother, like daughter,” I said with a chuckle.

I ordered Jill to pick up a beaker and stand in front of Adam Hildebrand whom I could tell she was already developing a crush on. The boy smiled at her, his modest erection bobbing in anticipation. Laura, however, looked disappointed.

“If you want to come up and help out, that’s fine by me Laura,” I said.

“Yes!” she replied with a big smile as she jumped out of her seat and ran towards Jill and Adam.

“If you gentlemen will notice, there is a small black button at the base of the wrist. On my mark you will press the button and it will activate the hand. You will feel a slight vibration effect coupled with a slow and gentle up and down motion of the fingers. Once you have pressed the button keep your hands to your sides and let the device do the work. Ladies, when the time comes, make sure to keep the beakers held parallel to the penis to avoid getting sperm on yourselves or the floor. You will notice that the long neck on these beakers is meant to be positioned directly in front of the penis so that just the head can be allowed inside. All right, gentlemen, you may begin now.”

As each of the seven mechanical hands were turned on, the room resonated with an eerie low hum. I myself had never seen the devices in action, so it came as quite a surprise when the latex fingers slowly closed around each penis and began to move up and down in an accordion-like fashion. It was actually very amusing to see these disembodied hands stroke each man’s prick; the red nails adding a touch of realism to an already lifelike appendage.

As the hands did their work, I kept my eyes on Craig, John, and Philip. Outside of Luis and Joey Balls, these three men were the only ones who had experienced involuntary ejaculation. I wondered if they would suffer an attack even now. It was certainly possible. In any event, the sperm of these three men was very important to me. Once it was compared to the sperm of the other men who had not suffered involuntary ejaculation, a solution might present itself. It was my belief that my original studies had been correct: testosterone level plus the unknown, or “x”-factor, would be the key to unlocking this mystery.

Once all the men achieved full erection I had them remove the mechanical hands from their penises. They were reluctant to comply, as they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy this unusual form of stimulation. Barney was especially intrigued by the device, even giving it the nickname “Jilly Jerker” as he proudly displayed his enormous erection to the admiring girl in front of him.

“I bet you’re still thinkin’ about this fine piece of meat since the last time, eh girl?” he said to Lynette, who was standing alongside the girl.

“I think you’d better shut your mouth and not talk that way in front of your wife,” she replied amused, but slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m just teasin’. Just teasin’, that’s all!” he said amiably.

He rolled his hips back and forth causing his cock to swing from side to side. Lynette just shook her head and laughed.

“That thing should be kept under lock and key,” she said.

“Girls,” I said. “I want you to take your rulers and calipers and measure each man’s penile length and girth. Then we can reattach the hands.”

As the girls started to perform this function, I noticed that Craig was a little bit shy at having his penis examined by Cheryl. I didn’t understand his modesty at first since he had been so uninhibited during his performance at Bonnie’s birthday party. But judging by the way he looked at her, I think he was infatuated with the dark-haired beauty, and now wanted to present himself in a different light other than the way he was being portrayed.

“You’re not nervous are you Craig?” Cheryl said to him as she gently placed the ruler under his penis.

“A little bit.”

“Why? Are you afraid you won’t measure up?” she said jokingly.

He laughed. “No. It’s just that…I find you so beautiful.”

Cheryl’s face lit up just then, but she managed to maintain her professionalism. “Well, I find you very handsome. Does that make you a little less nervous?”

He nodded in reply. “I liked you the first time I saw you,” he admitted as she recorded his measurement on her notepad.

“Nine inches,” she said pertly. “I liked you too. Couldn’t you tell?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“Really?” she said reaching for the calipers, “I thought it was obvious. You guys can be pretty dense sometimes.”

“I guess so.”

I watched the two of them continue their conversation with interest. His casual, honest, and kind-hearted manner endeared him to me, and Cheryl was completely under his spell. She laughed at every one of his jokes and allowed him to touch her shoulders as she measured him. Maria stood on the opposite side of Cheryl, holding Craig steady as his measurements were being taken. Their combined effect upon him was a calming one, and knowing that his affections for Cheryl were returned did a great deal to help put him in a relaxed state.

“Somebody get a yardstick for Big Barney!” Adam suddenly said, looking over at the big man.

“What’s the problem Lynette?” I asked, seeing that the girl was having difficulty taking the big man’s measurements.

“The ruler’s too small doctor,” she replied.

“Of course it’s too small woman,” Barney said chuckling. “What you have here is the super deluxe, king-size version of what that boy over there,” he said pointing to Adam, “only dreams about.”

I noticed Philip staring at Barney’s huge prick as it bobbed up and down with a life all its own. He had a hungry look in his eyes and it seemed to me that his recent forced homosexual encounter with Luis Hernandez and Joey Balls must have unlocked some hitherto secret desire within him of which he was only dimly aware. From across the room, Bonnie noticed this too and smiled mischievously.

“A big dick needs a big stick!” Jeffrey shouted.

“Yeah!” said Stuart. “Get the man the big rule for the big tool!”

This remark had everyone in the lab laughing, except for Dr. Beechcroft. The expression on her face was one of apparent disdain for what must have appeared to her a very unprofessionally conducted lab test.

“Okay,” I said loudly. “That’s quite enough everyone. I don’t want this turning into a juvenile free for all. Lynette, use the tape measure on Barney.”

Lynette handed the girl her tape measure and she proceeded to measure him from base to tip.

“Is King Cock any bigger than he was the last time?” Adam joked.

Lynette bent down to look at the numbers on the tape. “Holy shit,” she said to Barney. “You put on another whole inch!”

“Oh fuck!” Adam shrieked. “Did you guys hear that? Another inch added to an already monster-sized cock! How long is it now?”

“Sixteen inches exactly,” Lynette said, holding the tape before her so that all could see.

“I don’t think there’s a man on record having a penis that size,” Jennifer said, eyeing Barney’s prick with lust.

“Let me take a look at that,” Rebecca said, running over to the black man.

She examined him a second time and verified the results. “It’s true Christiana. I took his original measurements two weeks ago. He’s added another full inch.”

“You mean EJAX-472 has added another full inch,” I said, surprised.

“Yeowee!” Barney cried. “Is this possible? I mean I don’t feel any different. Are you ladies sure about this? Jesus!”

“What about the girth?” I asked.

Rebecca applied the calipers to Barney’s cock and gave a loud whistle. “Three and one half inches wide! That’s a full half inch since last time!”

“This is incredible!” Jennifer exclaimed. “May I see for myself?”

Without waiting for a reply she rushed over to Barney and took all the measurements over again. Her excitement over his apparent gain in genital stature transferred itself to him, and he watched her with amusement as she busied herself in his nether region, feeling his balls and penis and all the areas around it with great interest. Michelle and Sheila, who had been sitting out the preliminaries, both got up at the same time to see for themselves what it was that had excited their colleague so much.

“I can’t wrap my fist around it,” Jennifer said, as her little hands tried unsuccessfully to encircle the thick, ebony pole.

“Here, let me,” Michelle said, as she took Jennifer’s place. “Wow! Just barely!”

“This is quite extraordinary Christiana,” Sheila said, casually examining Barney’s penis. “Your drug is almost behaving like a growth hormone.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than Dr. Beechcroft started to laugh derisively.

“Where did you get your medical degree?” she said to Sheila. “In a cereal box?”

This venom-laced remark, completely uncalled for, caused everyone in the lab to turn his or her full attention upon the impudent woman. Sheila looked at Dr. Beechcroft steely-eyed and then looked at me, unsure if she should offer a retort. While she vacillated I took up the gauntlet.

“You promised me that you were going to behave yourself, Dr. Beechcroft,” I said. “Why do you find it necessary to insult my colleagues?”

“Forgive me if I overstepped my bounds, “doctor”"—she said ‘doctor’ in a patronizing tone while looking at Sheila—”but from my own studies conducted on your drug it is impossible for it to cause any appreciable and sustained change in penile size.” She pointed to Barney. “To say that this subject’s penis has lengthened due to the drug’s influence is as ridiculous as your theory of involuntary ejaculation.”

What began as a defense of my friend now took on a more personal flavor as she made it clear that she was going to attack me as well. Bonnie was going to say something to her, but because the issue dealt with scientific matters that she could only dimly comprehend, she wisely held back this time, waiting for me to respond.

“I wish to remind you once again Dr. Beechcroft that, despite your lofty academic credentials, you are here solely at my discretion. And that I, at any time, can have you removed from these premises.”

“You have that right of course,” she replied tersely.

“I made it clear to you and everyone who has chosen to observe that you were not to interfere with this experiment without my consent. Yet, you have chosen to disregard my wishes and have gone out of your way to insult not only me, but my colleagues as well. My question to you is: why? If you are seeking to debunk my theories you are free to do so, but on your own time. Do not interfere again. And do not insult me or the other doctors here. Are we understood on this point?”

“I have a right to express my opinion based upon the findings I have made. I do not apologize for that.”

“You purposely insulted my colleague,” I said. “It’s one thing to express an opinion. It’s quite another to cloak that opinion in an offensive remark. I will not tolerate it.”

“I want to say something here, Dr. Swensen,” Craig said, suddenly.

I was taken a bit off guard by the young man’s request, but welcomed the interruption.

“What do you wish to say?” I asked him.

He turned to Beechcroft. “I want to say is that this involuntary ejaculation thing is true. It happened to me and a few other guys here. So before you call Dr. Swensen a liar you should keep an open mind. Isn’t that what scientists are supposed to do?”

“Bravo ‘bro!” Barney exclaimed. “That’s tellin’ her!”

“So you claim,” she said to Craig, almost as a rebuke. “But my studies on the drug do not confirm this theory, young man. I think you simply suffer from a hyperactive sex drive.”

Now several of the men and some members of the audience were starting to get riled. Sheila, finally finding an opportunity, went on the offensive.

“You’re not content to insult the doctors in attendance, but you also have to insult the patients too, I see. Well, that may be the way you behave back in America, but in this country it is the sign of a uncultured person.”

This statement was greeted with a round of cheers from all.

“And on top of that,” Sheila continued, “what makes you think you know everything about this drug when its own creator can’t explain why it is behaving the way it does?”

“I only offer my findings for your scrutiny,” Beechcroft replied coldly. “I did not say that I know everything about the drug, only that the claims made for it are not substantiated or consistent with the evidence on hand.”

“Then why don’t you shut your mouth and sit down and then maybe the doctors can give you some evidence,” said Janine, much to everyone’s surprise.

She hadn’t said it in a nasty way but Beechcroft glowered at Barney’s wife nonetheless, her mouth set in a frown.

“Excuse me, ‘doctor’,” she said with thinly veiled malice, “I thought you had something relevant to say.”

Barney quickly jumped in. “Hey, don’t you go insultin’ my wife!”

“You really are an asshole Dr. Fuckcroft, do you know that?” Bonnie finally blurted out, unable any longer to hide her frustration.

Rebecca looked at me and threw her hands up in disgust. “Get rid of her Chris. She’s ruining everything!”

Even Michelle, who had been quietly witnessing the proceedings, urged me to have the nuisance removed.

“This is your show,” she said, “not hers.”

More heated words were exchanged between Beechcroft and the audience with the subjects also finding it necessary to fling their unscientific opinions in the argumentative woman’s face. Several barbs about her personal appearance were made and she countered by poking fun at the apparent shortcomings of the men’s penises, saying that Barney was the only ‘real’ man among them. This prompted even the good-natured Craig to lose his composure, commenting that his nine-inch prick was more than adequate to stuff down her throat and shut her up.

Eventually it all boiled down to a shouting match, and I had to resort to having Lynette set off the fire alarm in order to get their attention. By this time all the men were quite angry at the insolent bitch from Harvard and were demanding blood. The women in the audience who had tried to reason with her and failed, sat silently in their seats waiting to see what I would do.

“Dr. Beechcroft,” I began, “you have shown me and my colleagues no respect. Therefore I am not going to show you any. Lynette, throw this woman out, and you have my permission to use whatever force necessary to remove her from the premises.”

My trusted black Amazon moved quickly to where the troublemaker sat. Beechcroft looked at the tall security officer with fear, already starting to move away to avoid being touched.

“What are you afraid of doctor?” she said to me with a trembling voice. “Afraid that I may expose you for the fraud you really are?”

Before Lynette could reach her, Bonnie sprung up out of her chair in a flash, climbing over two other women in order to get to Beechcroft.

“You fucking bitch!” she screamed at the frightened doctor. “I’m going to tear your tongue out of your fucking head!”

Before Bonnie could get at the woman, Lynette had pulled her away safely out of my angry sister’s reach.

“Throw the asshole out!” Bonnie screamed. “Throw her out before I kill her!”

“And if she don’t do it,” Barney said, referring to Lynette, “I’ll do it for you doc!”

“Yeah, get the fuck out of here you stupid bitch!” Stuart yelled. “Go back to Harvard!”

Some of the women now too, especially Janine, were trying to get at Beechcroft, having taken all the verbal abuse they could withstand. Lynette frantically called on her girls to help keep the maddened woman at bay. Relinquishing their positions by the men, five of her crew rushed to her aid, managing to put themselves between Janine, several others including Ann and Denise, and Beechcroft. Cheryl and Jill moved closer to me, both girls visibly upset. Even my three colleagues were hard at it, flinging insults at the terrified American, and threatening worse to come. It was pandemonium.

Amidst all this confusion one woman had managed to retain her composure. Trying to shout over the din she kept repeating the words “look!” over and over again and pointed in the direction of the naked men. While all our attention was being focused on Beechcroft’s forced expulsion from the lab, it was Priscilla Ames who first noticed the transition that was taking place right before our eyes. She rose up from her seat and looked straight at me screaming to be heard. Bonnie, who was sitting next to Priscilla, now also got up from her chair and began shouting for me to look behind me.

As I turned my head I beheld the face of John Cardelli, its natural beauty now transformed into some hideous parody of itself as his hands worked feverishly on his penis. John, who had remained uninvolved with the altercation from the beginning, now displayed almost demon-like speed as his right hand flew up and down his shaft while he cupped his sperm-laden balls with the other. It seemed as if his entire body was on fire. He jerked his cock this way and that, as if trying to force an ejaculation. Suddenly I noticed that the room had grown quiet, as all eyes were now focused on the frantic masturbator.

“Oh my God!” Ann cried. “It’s happening again!”

There was no doubt about it. The involuntary ejaculation response was now taking control of John’s body, and all he could do was look helplessly at his wife and the rest of us as he was compelled to fulfill its directive.

“Ow!” Lynette hollered suddenly, letting go of her captor. “You fool!”

Beechcroft had taken advantage of the interruption by kicking Lynette in the shins. She ran down the steps onto the platform where the men were standing, avoiding the arms of my crew who were trying to intercept her. As she came off the landing she tripped and fell flat on her face before me. I reached down and pulled her up by her hair.

“You want evidence Dr. Beechcroft?” I said, nearly spitting the words in her face. “Look no further!”

As I said this I yanked her head back and flung her spindly little body forward so hard that she came crashing down face first directly in front of John Cardelli’s 10-inch weapon. She lay breathing heavily on the floor in front of the distracted man, looking all the while like a rag doll with the stuffing knocked out of her. Both Cheryl and Jill made a motion to aid the fallen woman, but I restrained them both with a warning glance.

“Stay back!” I ordered, sensing that John was now on the verge of giving up his white-hot seed.

The other men backed away too, seeking protection behind the walls of their respective cubicles.

The expression on John’s face was a combination of extreme agitation and absolute bliss. I had noticed from the very beginning of the test that he appeared to be preoccupied and visibly distressed. When I questioned him about his apparent apathy he assured me that it was just attributable to his mood. I should have seen through his artifice. But in my desire to find a solution to his problem, I neglected to delve deeper into the cause of his depression. Little did I know at that time the magnitude of his neuroses, and how significant a role it would play in helping me to find the answer to the missing part of the EJAX-472 equation.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed, as his fist now became a blur.

And then I heard a very soft moan that began in the pit of his stomach and worked its way up into his throat until his body could no longer contain the expulsive force within.

“I’m fucking cumming!” was all he could say as his body went completely rigid.

Dr. Beechcroft raised her head slowly, trying to regain her equilibrium. She had heard John’s exclamation but she was too late to do anything other than look on in amazement, her thin-lipped mouth gaping in awe at the monstrous prick that was only a few feet in front of her, already starting to release its creamy burden.

On his last upstroke he cried out again, as the first sticky jet of hot cum sailed up and outward away from his body and into the air. Beechcroft followed the spectacular trajectory as it washed over her head, portions of his offering falling about her in pearly drops before the main onslaught splashed into a coffee machine over 20 feet away. She tried to get up but her legs gave way under her just as John fired off a successive array of hot spunk that found its way into her hair, face, and lower body. The force of the ejaculations prevented her from getting up, so she could only hold her outstretched hands in front of her face while using her legs to propel herself backwards out of the way of the oncoming barrage.

“That’s real nice John!” Barney exclaimed upon seeing the miserable woman run for cover on all fours. “You got that bitch all slicked up real nice!”

Everyone in the lab went wild. I found myself joining in with the rest of the crowd, cheering each time one of John’s creamy missiles found its target.

“Give the bitch a sperm bath!” Bonnie shouted with glee.

Dazed and confused, Beechcroft managed to rise to her feet and wheeled around looking desperately for the exit. Instead of heading toward the door closest to her, she ran towards me, slipping and sliding on a lake of sperm until she again lost control and crashed into the side of the cubicle where Craig was hiding, trying to avoid getting splashed with John’s errant emissions. The young man caught her in his arms and held her there momentarily until he realized that she was dripping with cum. He quickly released her and she ran out toward the farther exit. The retreating woman was greeted with jeers of derision as she ignominiously ran, tripping and falling, out the door.

“Good riddance to an asshole!” Janine yelled.

“Amen!” Barney shouted in response.

John had stopped ejaculating and was now breathing heavily as he dropped to the floor in a heap. Ann came running to the aid of her husband and I followed close behind.

“John, honey, are you okay? Are you okay baby?” she said, kissing him all over his face.

He didn’t respond for a few moments, but then he looked up at her and smiled. “God honey,” he said between gasps, “that felt good.”

She laughed. “Oh, it’s always good when you cum baby.”

“No,” he corrected her. “It felt good to cum all over that stupid woman!”

“She’s gone now,” I said. “We don’t have to worry about her anymore. How are you feeling?”

“Well, for a guy who just shot off a gallon of sperm I’d say I’m feeling pretty fucking great!”

Ann seemed pleased at her husband’s revival. “You’re actually smiling honey. That’s nice to see.”

“What do you think triggered this ejaculation John?” I asked.

“I don’t know doctor. I was feeling kind of angry inside…you know from losing my job. And then those students of mine…they just left me to the wolves. Not one of them admitted any responsibility in the matter. Then I started to worry about Ann, and if she and I were going to make it…”

His words seemed to catch in his throat.

“We’re going to be just fine honey,” she said consoling him. “Don’t worry about it.”

John raised his hand and caressed his wife’s face. “I guess I just had all this anger building up inside of me, and finally I just had to let it go.”

“Are you saying that it was your anger that made you want to jerk off?”

Ann seemed perplexed. “That can’t be right, can it doctor? Whoever heard of somebody having an orgasm when they’re angry? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I agreed, but yet feeling unconvinced.

John remained adamant. “I’m telling you that it was these…these negative feelings that caused all this to happen. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, you couldn’t have picked a better time,” I said. “That woman is going to have to rethink her theories. And maybe next time she’ll learn to treat others with more respect.”

Stuart poked his head suddenly in between us. “John, you are the man! You had Ms. Ugly running for her life!”

John laughed. “I didn’t mean to hose her down, but she was right in the way.”

“That’s all right,” Stuart replied. “She needed a good hosing down. You did her a favor, believe me.”

In a short while all the men, and most of the women in the audience, gathered around John, who was now standing dressed once again in his medical gown and acting like he had never suffered a dismal day in his life. I ordered Lynette to clean up the pool of sperm that had collected on the floor and to wipe down the coffee machine and any other objects that had been soiled with John’s abundant seed. It was too late to collect a sample as the sperm, now lying around for several minutes, had become useless. I called for a ten-minute break while the room was being cleaned and joined my colleagues who were huddled in one corner of the room.

“Could you believe the nerve of that woman?” Jennifer said. “What a horrible creature!”

“If you had to wake up to a face like that every morning,” Michelle said, “you’d feel horrible too.”

“But poor Sheila! She didn’t do anything!”

“I’m glad she got what she deserved. She was the most rudest person I have ever met,” Sheila said solemnly.

“What do you think Christiana?” Jennifer asked. “Do you think she’s going to retaliate in some way?”

I pondered the question before answering. “I hope not. At this point all she has are suppositions, not facts. And her arrogance forced her in a direction I don’t think she was even aware of. I hope that’s the last we’ve seen of her.”

“Me too,” Rebecca said. “I thought Bonnie was going to commit murder.”

“My sister…”

“Yes? Your sister?” said Bonnie, suddenly coming up from behind me. “Go ahead sis, continue.”

“I was going to tell them that you are a tough son of a bitch, but I guess they already know that.”

Bonnie put her arm around me and smiled. “You know, being your older sister makes me very protective of you. But from the way you handled Dr. Fuckcroft, I don’t think you need my help any more.”

“Fuckcroft!” Jennifer squealed. “A perfect name for her too!”

“‘Fuck off’ sounds even better,” Michelle quipped.

We talked for several more minutes until Lynette advised me that her crew had finished cleaning up the residue of sperm. I asked the members of the audience to return to their seats and decided to shift gears in the middle of the experiment to test a theory that had been forming in my mind ever since John Cardelli had raised the issue of anger in connection with his involuntary ejaculation.

“Gentlemen, please return to your cubicles and put your gowns back on. Craig, stay as you are please.”

Cheryl, who was standing nearby, looked at me perplexed.

“I want you to assist me,” I said to her.

Craig looked suspiciously at me for a moment and then at the rest of the men, who gave him curious sidelong glances as they moved off. “What’s going on doctor? I thought we were all supposed to be up here.”

“A change of plans Craig. And with your permission, I would like to test out a theory of mine.”

“That’s fine with me. Is it going to hurt?”

“No, of course not,” I laughed. “But you will have to exert yourself a little.”

“Whatever you say doctor.”

I had him stand next to me in the middle of the lab facing the audience. Rebecca, Michelle, Sheila, Jennifer, and Cheryl stood behind him and to his left. Maria, Jill, and Laura stood a short ways off to his right whispering to each other and giggling every so often. I told him and the staff that I was going to begin with a series of questions with subsequent answers determining the protocols that would follow. I did not divulge the details of my theory because I did not want to compromise the test in any way. I think this annoyed my colleagues, who felt left out of the loop. They looked at me with puzzled expressions, especially Rebecca, but I believed secrecy was necessary to help prove my theory.

“All right Craig, let’s begin. When was the last time you experienced the involuntary ejaculation phenomenon?”

“The last time it happened was a few nights ago,” he replied.

“And where were you when it happened?”

“In the bathroom. I had just finished taking a shower.”

“Did the incident occur while you were in the shower?

“No. It started after I had dried myself off.”

“If I recall, it happened when you were on the phone with me.”

Craig blushed and hung his head down as everyone in the lab began laughing.

“You’re a naughty boy, Craig,” Cheryl said coyly.

He looked at my assistant with a forlorn look on his face but Cheryl seemed more amused than surprised.

“I’m sorry doctor, I didn’t mean to…”

“That’s all right. I realize it was beyond your control,” I said, trying to ease his embarrassment. “Do you remember what time the incident happened?”

“About 5:30 PM I think.”

“Do you recall what you were doing prior to ejaculating?”

“Well, on Wednesdays, it was a Wednesday right? Well, I go to the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”