Molly's New Mouth

"I've found it!" Molly cried, bursting into their crummy apartment there in Queensland, Ohio. She was laughing and waving a paper around, all happy high energy. "I've found the solution!"

Mark couldn't help but laugh along with her. She was so adorable when she got into a mood like this one. "Found the solution to what, babe?"

"My lip problem!" She crossed the small studio in three steps and plopped her ass down into Mark's lap. She waved the paper in his face.

"Is that really still bothering you?" Mark asked. "The lip thing?"

Weeks before, Molly had drunkenly confessed that she

hated

the way her lips looked. All thin. "Like a narrow, ugly scar across my face," she had said.

Mark was prepared to admit that Molly's lips were a bit on the thin side, but he didn't think they were

ugly

. They were part of Molly. He loved them, just as he loved her.

Anyway, apart from that small imperfection, Molly was a total knockout. She had high, cheery cheekbones and sexy siren eyes. A narrow waist over a plump, shapely ass. Perky, buoyant breasts that seemed to invite groping--especially since she often went braless. Not to mention her generally bubbly, adorable personality.

Mark was completely in love with her, even after three years jammed together in this tiny studio apartment. He could barely keep his hands or his mind off Molly for long.

"Mo," Mark said, "you are perfect the way you are!"

"Uh-huh. Just look at the paper, would you?"

Mark took it from her. Looked down at it.

It was a clinical trial solicitation. A call for subjects to volunteer at the local college.

"

TEST SUBJECTS SOUGHT FOR NEW LIP TREATMENT

C.U. medical researchers seek volunteers to help determine efficacy of a new cosmetic procedure--Coral Lip Augmentation (CLA). CLA utilizes reef-sourced material, implanted via injection, and purports to create and sustain the appearance / texture of what are known, in common parlance, as DSLs (Dick Sucking Lips).

This is part of an ongoing study, funded by the creators of the CLA procedure. Participants will receive compensation, as well as enjoying the benefits of this costly lip augmentation, free of charge (assuming all experimental conditions are met).

To inquire, please contact...

"

Mark stopped reading. Set the paper aside. "Dick Sucking Lips? Really? Who puts that in a clinical trial ad?"

"They're just using the words normal people would use! They probably want regular people in the study, not a bunch of nerds and fellow scientists. Come on, Mark! Don't you think I'd look great with a pair of DSLs?"

"Mo, I keep telling you--"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm perfect the way I am. Tell that to the guys at

Breasts and Thighs

!"

Breasts and Thighs

was the restaurant where Molly worked, an establishment better known for its sexy wait staff than the quality of its chicken dinners. According to Molly, the hottest waitresses got all the best-tipping regulars, while the rest of them were left to fight over scraps.

"I just know if I had a pair of plump DSLs," Molly went on, "I know I would start making real money. I could contribute just as much to our finances as you, Mark! Then we could finally get a real apartment, maybe even save up for a house! Also..." Molly shifted her ass against Mark's growing erection. She put her mouth beside his face so she he could feel her breath, hot against his ear, "imagine how it would feel to have my plump, new lips around your cock."

"Okay, we're signing you up."

Molly laughed and smacked him, lightly, on the chest. Then she climbed off him, took his hand, led him over to their narrow bed.

They spent a pleasant hour there, just loving each other.

# # #

"Dr. Ames is the name."

The fat, mustachioed scientist sat opposite Mark and Molly in a windowless, inner-office room. They were all sitting on desk chairs, the kind that roll and swivel. The room was so small that, seated, their knees almost touched.

"I'm the lead researcher on this study," Ames went on. "Sorry about the inadequate size of the room. Normally this is just a one-on-one consultation. We had to drag in another chair, Molly, when we heard you were bringing your boyfriend to observe."

Mark said, "never mind that. What are we doing here in downtown? I thought the C.U. campus was all north of Queensland. This looks more like a commercial building than part of the college."

"Right you are, young man. This is a rented office. Lots of buildings shut down at C.U. around COVID times, and with the slow return to onsite classes, they haven't figured out which all are worth reopening yet. So some of us find ourselves in 'temporary housing' here, eh?"

Mark nodded. It made sense.

Ames returned his attention to Molly. "How about you, young lady? I'm sure you have questions for me."

"This... CLA procedure. Will it hurt?"

Ames shrugged. "There

will

be some swelling during the first week following the injections. Ice helps. When you return for phase two, we will stress test the area and assess the efficacy of the treatment. Some subjects find that assessment procedure a bit uncomfortable, to start, though I find they grow accustomed to it over time."

Molly said, "what is the assessment procedure?"

Instead of answering, Ames swiveled his chair around with a squeak. He began rooting through the desk drawers behind him. Mark noticed that the fat man made a lot of wheezing noises when he moved. Finally, he produced a clipboard with some document on it, along with a pen. He swiveled back around, his fat, khaki-covered knee brushing against Molly's pretty, bare one.

"The mundane details of the assessment will become clear to you over time," Ames said, his pen poised over the clipboard. "First, I must ask: how many blowjobs would you say you give in a typical week?"

Molly said, "how many... blowjobs?"

At the same time, Mark shot up from his chair. "Blowjobs? What the fuck is this? Mo, let's get out of here."

Dr. Ames held up a hand to stop them, wheezing and chuckling fatly. "Please. I get this all the time. Your reaction is understandable, but hardly necessary. Look: I'm a researcher in a lab coat, not some weird old pervert. Please, sit back down and let me explain my question."

Reluctantly, Mark sank back into his seat.

Ames said, "as you already know, this trial is testing the efficacy of a lip augmentation procedure. Specifically, it is testing that procedure's ability to produce--both in appearance and performance--the lately-so-fashionable phenomenon of 'Dick Sucking Lips,' or DSLs."

"Wait," Mark said. "We thought that was just a phrase you used to, like, interest regular people in the study."

"I'll admit it helps with marketing," Ames said, "but it also describes the main thrust of our study: will the CLA injections objectively improve the dick sucking properties of a pair of lips? You're going to help us determine that. You both are. Once the swelling goes down, you will help us assess whether there's been an improvement in Molly's so-called 'DSL Factor.' So you understand why I have to establish some baselines." He turned back to Molly. "Am I correct in assuming you've some experience pleasuring men? With your mouth, I mean?"

Molly's face turned bright red. She nodded.

"How many men?"

"Just Mark."

"Of course," Ames said. "Of course, just Mark. I've been doing this kind of study for a while and I know when a female subject has a strong connection with her partner. I can tell you are faithful to him. But... what about before? It said on your intake form that you are 24 years old, and have been with your current partner for three years. That means you were 21 when the two of you met. Surely you fellated at least a few men before that?"

Molly gave Mark a desperate, drowning look, but this time Mark didn't jump in to save her. He was interested in spite of himself. Mark had had two girlfriends before Molly, and Molly knew all about them. But Molly was so secretive about her own sexual past. This was Mark's chance to finally hear about it.

Molly's eyes dropped to the floor. Reluctantly, she said, "seven."

"Seven boyfriends?"

"Yeah."

"And what about non-boyfriends? One night stands? Any flirtatious, first date cock sucking? Bar guys who've maybe just enjoyed you for a time in their cars? Anything like that?"

"It was just the seven."

Ames sighed. He looked up at Mark. "I see this a lot in my clinical trials. When asked about sexual history, Men tend to exaggerate, while women try to minimize. You know, pretend to be a lot more chaste and innocent than they really are?" He looked back at Molly. "Come now. We are all adults here and this is a scientific inquiry. How many have you fellated besides the boyfriends?"

Reluctantly, Molly said, "Eighteen."

"Eighteen dicks."

"Yes."

"So, besides Mark, twenty-five men in total. Enough to fill a classroom. That's actually quite high for your age."

"If you say so." Molly was starting to cry, a little.

Mark did not reach out to comfort her, however. He felt locked against his chair, too shocked to even move.

Twenty-five men! Twenty-five cocks inside his beautiful, cheery, lovely Molly, whose feet and breasts and sex he had worshipped, whose open mouth he had repeatedly kissed.

For three years he had been running his tongue inside that dirty mouth, where twenty-five (

twenty-five!

) cocks had been before him.

Dr. Ames said, "when men use your mouth, where do they normally finish? Do they come down your throat? Or perhaps on your lips or tongue?"

"No," Molly said. "They... I mean, me and Mark. We normally start with mouth stuff then move on. Like... regular sex, you know?"

"Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, or doggy style?"

"Does it matter?"

"I'm trying to see if your lips provide part of the visual stimulation for men, or if most prefer you not face them during intercourse."

"Mark and I do all positions. I guess we do missionary the most."

"Uh-huh. And the other twenty-five?"

"Mostly... doggy style."

"Any of them fuck your ass?"

"A few."

Mark's mouth dropped completely open now. Anal!? He and Molly had never done anything like that. He had thought Molly so sweet and innocent, he hadn't dared even raise the subject.

"Did the men seem to prefer your asshole over your mouth?"

"I guess..." Molly agreed. "They all seemed really excited and, I don't know, proud? Like it was a big accomplishment, talking me into anal. Every guy who used my butt ended up coming inside it. But they never came in my mouth, no matter how many times I tried to... you know... suck them off." A tear ran down her cheek and she sniffed.

Dr. Ames gave a woeful sigh, as though this were the saddest thing he had ever heard. "Molly, I can tell how much this upsets you. Your insecurity about your lips, your inability to make men come using your mouth alone. You've carried that pain for far too long. But the good news is we can definitely help you. You can start by signing this form."

Ames handed her another clipboard which she quickly passed to Mark. Reading was Mark's job. Being cute and fun and sexy

and, apparently, a huge fucking slut,

was Molly's job.

Mark glanced down at the form. A whole lot of blah-blah legalese. Some stuff about the mild risks of the procedure. A small part about compensation ($200 just for participating, regardless of outcome, and god knew Mark and Molly could use it), and a much longer, multi-clause section about the need to carry out and complete "the entire course of the study."

Mark barely read it.

His mind was too full of Molly. Molly on her knees. Molly on her back. Molly getting filled by twenty-five different dicks. How had Ames described that staggering number? "A classroom full of men." And all the while, Mark had been just waiting his turn to love and dote on her.

He shrugged. Passed the form back to Molly. "Sign it, I guess."

Molly signed.

Dr. Ames clapped his hands together. "Great! Now head on over to this address." Ames passed them a business card for a cosmetic surgery clinic. "Tell them you want the CLA. Don't mention this C.U. study. This experiment is 'double-blind' by design. If they know you're participating, it could alter their behavior. Encourage them give you special treatment or something, understand? It's important they see and treat you like any other CLA patient."

"I get it," Mark said.

"They'll want your billing info, but don't worry about that. When you get the bill, just bring it here to the office. We will pay it for you once our testing is complete. And... that's it! Pretty simple. Don't forget to ice the swelling and we will see you back here in one week for the assessment. You're gonna look great, Molly! And you're gonna be so happy. Both of you!"

He tipped Mark a knowing, lecherous wink.

# # #

Mark spent the following week taking care of Molly.

He didn't exactly

want

to take care of her. He was too busy feeling betrayed and tricked. Taken advantage of.

He kept thinking,

25 men by age 21!

No wonder she'd been so secretive about her past! She'd really played Mark a fool. Tricked him into loving her, developing possessive feelings toward her, as though she were "the one" for him, "his girl" instead of the used up, trashily-accessible community property she truly had been.

Then, as the procedure's anesthetic had receded, and Molly had started whimpering from pain, Mark's betrayed feelings were replaced by sympathy, protectiveness, and the old, familiar love. Her comically swollen lips began to look bruised and discolored, and Mark knew his sweet Molly was hurting. He started rubbing her back and fetching her ice packs, telling himself he'd been immature and stupid. So what if she had a past!? She was his now. His! And wonderful. Faithful to him. Even Dr. Ames, he of the lecherous winks, had noticed that.

"Shh," he said to Molly, lying with her and rubbing her back. He made a "little spoon" of her, snuggling against her, and kissing her neck while he cooed and soothed. "Shh, Molly. I'm here. I love you. The pain will be over soon."

After the second day of soothing and snuggling her, pressing up against her--and with none of the sexual release their cuddling normally led to--Mark started feeling pretty aroused.

He got harder and harder, even as Molly whimpered and moaned in pain. It was shameful.

He excused himself. Took his laptop into the bathroom, intent on just "rubbing one out" so he could return to what was important: helping Molly through this painful time.

He opened up a porn site, scrolled through the normal charcuterie of filth. Then he stopped, suddenly, as something caught his eye.

It was a gangbang video starring a petite blonde who looked quite a bit like Molly.

The girl in the video was

not actually

Molly--her lips were a bit different. Still, if Mark squinted, he could pretend...

Swallowing, his heart beating hard, Mark opened the video and watched as the almost-Molly girl was used and abused by ten different men. Mark watched the men form a line, take their turns in her.

He thought of the twenty-five men who'd had Molly before him, each of them taking

their

turns. He felt both sick and... deeply aroused. More aroused than he'd ever been in his life.

On the muted video, the girl cried out in pleasure.

At the same time, in the tiny apartment, Mark could hear Molly crying out from pain. Her cries became the audio track for the video of the chick getting gangbanged.

Mark couldn't hold back any longer. His scrotum rose and tightened, his eyes clenched shut, his hips began to buck as thick rope after thick rope of ejaculate blasted down his urethra and out into the tiny bathroom. Seven thrusts, seven ropes, followed by even more bucking and trembling.

Small gasps escaped Mark's mouth, though he was trying his best to be quiet.

He couldn't help it. He'd just experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life.

# # #

After that, Mark felt a seismic shift in his sexual proclivities.

He still spent the better part of each day caring for Molly--they'd both called off work that week, citing a medical issue--cooking her meals, rubbing her back, changing her ice packs. But, twice per day, when he found he could not tolerate his built up horniness anymore, he would creep off to the bathroom, laptop in hand. He would find more videos of the young starlet who looked like Molly. He would watch her suck and fuck and be abused.

Molly's bruising and swelling was starting to go down, and the lovely, inviting plumpness of her new lips became more apparent each day. The new lips made her look even more like the porn girl. With Molly's new mouth, the two of them could have been twins.

Mark watched the porn girl and thought,

there's my Molly, taking dick as usual.

And,

there's Molly, my 'popular' girlfriend.

These thoughts surprised and distressed him, but not nearly so much as they aroused him.

On day four, Molly felt well enough to make her own food, get her own ice packs. By day five, she was back to her normal self. She, too, started spending long stretches in the bathroom--not masturbating, but only making kissy faces at herself, squealing in giddy excitement over her gorgeous new lips.

On day six, she told Mark: "lie back. I'm going to suck your dick."

"Really, Mo? Are you sure?"

"The post op instructions here say 'no oral sex for the first five days.' Anyway, I feel fine. And I want to try my new lips on you. Lie back, babe."

Mark did as he was told. He was a bit nervous about his own ability to perform--he'd already beaten off twice that day to the idea of Molly using her new mouth on someone else--but the sight of her sexy new lips hovering over his crotch soon got him going.

She gripped the fabric of his sweatpants just over his thighs. Yanked the pants and underwear down with a jerk.

Mark's cock sprang up and slapped her in the face. Molly laughed and started kissing it all over. Kissing the tip, the shaft, kissing the sides of his ball sack with her soft, plump lips.

Then she took him into her mouth. Mark watched with amazement as Molly's new, plump, bimbo lips wrapped around his tip. Felt their pillowy, sweet softness begin to descend the length of his shaft.

"Fuck, Molly! That feels amazing!"

It did. From a pure sensation perspective, it was a matchless blowjob, better than anything Mark had ever felt. Her new lips alone would have been enough to get him off, regardless of how many times he'd already come that day.

Still, Mark could not remain present. Even as she worked on him, sucking and licking and kissing, his thoughts turned back to what Molly had said in Dr. Ames's office. Twenty-five men. Twenty-five cocks in her, all before Mark came along.

Suddenly, he reached down, grabbed the back of Molly's head, and began to thrust himself into her dirty slut mouth. Six thrusts, seven, then he was dumping his load down her throat, trembling and twitching, groaning loudly in his animal pleasure.

Molly pulled back, coughing, and Mark looked up at her in alarm, afraid he'd gone too far.

"Are you all right?"

"Better than all right!" Molly coughed. She grinned down at him. "That's the first time someone's ever come in my mouth. What did you last, like 90 seconds? Your cock must really love the new me!"

"It does," Mark admitted. "It really.

Really.

Does."

# # #

The next day, they were in Dr. Ames's office again--that tiny, windowless room in the middle of an anonymous commercial building.

Mark was dressed casually, sweatpants and a tee, but Molly had actually dressed up for the occasion in bright red lipstick, a skimpy tube top, and booty shorts that showed the bottom halves of her ass cheeks. Mark supposed she was feeling sexy with her new lips and wanted to strut her stuff. That was all right.