She could hear another sound too, a slurping noise. It sounded like a cat drinking milk, but it was coming from between her thighs.

The pink haze was turning darker as the man's tongue circled the button of her desire, then drew it between his lips and sucked it. Then she remembered something.

"What – what kind of experiment is this?" she panted. "You're not taking any notes."

"I'm not, but there are cameras trained on us, and delicate instruments are measuring your every response to each new thrill."

"Oh… ohhhh… ohhhhh!" she whimpered, moving her buttocks so that her sopping cunt rubbed wetly against his mouth. Flashes of pleasure lanced through her from the tip of his tongue, and Marcy began to go a little insane. She squashed her dripping honeypot all over Villiers' face, and reached blindly to grab him by the hair. Her fingers touched his ears instead, and without hesitation she used them as handles to pull his head deeper into the steaming juices of her perfumed slit.

Then, on an impulse she didn't understand but couldn't resist, Marcy dropped one hand back onto Dr. Villiers' giant shaft. Even in her frantic excitement, she couldn't help comparing it to her fiance's. Not that she had ever intentionally looked at Roger's prick. But once, when they had been swimming in the ocean, a gigantic wave had hit them unexpectedly, dragging his trunks down his legs and giving her a shocked glimpse of his organ. She supposed he was about average in size, but he didn't begin to compare with this enormous tool.

Just feeling it with her hand and thinking about it started the strangest, strongest urge in her. It shocked her to her puritanical depths, but she had to admit to an outrageous desire to take that awful thing in her mouth! She wanted to feel it bulge her cheeks out, she wanted to lick it and suck it – wanted to taste it! She must be completely out of her mind, but she wanted desperately to have that long, thick pole crammed into her mouth!