DELILAH
Dr. Smith did not seem to be offended at his question about her contentment with her job, though three little frown lines appeared between her graceful brows. She sat and thought for a moment.
"Mr. Dupree, I wouldn't be doing this job and this study if I found sex and sexuality abhorrent. I don't think I could do it if I were bored with the subject. It continues to fascinate me. It is the place where the physical meets the psychological, where humanity melds with nature, where the purely biological is confronted with something almost ... spiritual. And for people who have lost this capacity ... or never found it ...
"Which invites contemplation of our next volunteer; who indeed has become a bit impatient as we have explored these ... intriguing ...detours. Unlike subject "Ginny", for example, who has a tight, constricted vagina, 'Delilah' is a woman of late middle years who has lost some turgor, and her husband, though a dedicated partner of "average size", is unable to bring her to ...completion because of this. Sexual toys and other aids seem to satisfy her in a mechanical way. However, she enjoys and needs the warmth and touch of her partner. She would dearly love true coital orgasm. So this is indeed a woman with a need ... a need which your ... 'capabilities' could aid.
"We would like to discover if a particular size is most effective. Is "bigger truly better"? But start small, OK? Probably will disappoint her. That's expected. Then pump up a bit. We can remeasure you when you begin to have an effect. So you can excuse yourself to the restroom before each new adjustment. There is a door on the far side where I can enter and take the measurement. Is that clear?"
Alex took a quick shower, acutely aware that his rod was still like a flagpole; then dressed again in some clean pajamas, and exited to find Delilah already curled up on the bed in a slinky black lacy nightgown. She wasn't the sad older woman Alex expected to find. Under the filigree she had ample rich curves. But the nightgown she wore was a little out of character. Delilah wore little makeup. She was more like the gal next door, that nurse you want to see when you wake up in the hospital. A pretty cupid's mouth and nice dark wavy hair. Great eyes. Really thick wavy brunette hair.
"I'm Alex."
"Hi Alex. Call me Delilah. Hey. This is a pretty funny situation."
"It is. For us both. But we must soldier on."
"We must. I suppose Doctor Smith told you about my problem?"
"Yeah. I hope I can help."
"I hope so too. I understand your ... abilities ... may help me reach..."
"Yes, together we can find out if this new ... substance that can change my size might help ..."
"Yes, how, perhaps ... my husband ..."
"Your husband ... so you are married and he doesn't mind that you ... that we ...?
"No, I think he hopes that this product, that we are ... testing ... will be something he can use to ... fill ... my needs... and get me ... off ... and him too, you see."
"I do, and, well, of course I wish I could be him, but this way, this experiment will let us find out. And so it is safer for me ..."
"... to fuck me."
"To put it scientifically. So. How would you ...?
"Hmmm, if you don't mind ...?"
"Alex."
"Alex. Let's start in good old missionary. I want to pretend you are my long lost lover and we have found ourselves in some romantic spot where steel bands play and soft breezes come off the Mediterranean."
Calypso music backed by ocean waves crept up on the room speakers.
"Hey, I didn't expect that. That's nice. Maybe they could lower the lights ... I'm not as dewy as I used to be ..."
The lights reduced to a warm, pink glow.
"Now isn't that sweet ... and do you mind if we make out a little bit? It's not like a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am", wouldn't be exciting, mmm, I'm almost ready to change my mind, but still, I like a little warming up. So could you humor an old gal ..."
"Hey, you still seem to have 'got it', and I'm no green kid. So, yeah, let's make out."
Alex and Delilah cuddled up together. For the first time since the Experiment began Alex felt completely relaxed, despite his cock standing at attention between them. Alex found her full lips and held them with his own for a long, long time. He found her generous breasts and gently rubbed his thumbs across her nipples until until each large strawberry was plump and tight. Delilah was beginning to breathe more heavily and her warm thighs restlessly rubbed against his own. One of her hands drifted to his cock, and she began flicking her thumb back and forth over the tender head of his swollen organ.
Alex held her tighter and they tangled wet tongues. He could feel Delilah getting excited. How long was it since her old man gave her a serious French kiss?
He allowed one hand to slide down between those restless thighs. Delilah was an old-fashioned gal. His fingers tangled in her ample bush; then bumped her plump clit, and she surged against him with a little moan.
"Oh! That's so nice!"
But he avoided her sweet spot and dug gently through the tangle. Heat and damp. Her outer lips were very thick and becoming slick. He gently pinched them between his thumb and fingers, massaging, and Delilah shuddered.
"Oh, lord! Yes!"
Slowly, he tickled them apart, feeling the heat come from within her, teasing the ample ripples and folds of her inner lips. He let one finger enter and stir her in swift little circles, then two, churning the juicy porridge just inside her. Three fingers entered easily and he arched them upward, seeking the little sponge he knew must be there. Found it!
Delilah jerked against him and cooed.
He flicked and she jerked again with a small moan in his ear.
Now he gently drummed against her spot, pressing just a bit harder with each beat. Her chin dug into his shoulder. With one arm she held him close and with the other grasped his tight dick. She wasn't trying to get him off; she was hanging on for dear life.
Alex vigorously dug into her g-spot and she began pumping against his hand, her breath harsh in his ear. He could feel her getting close.
"Oh, shit! Why does Harold never do this?"
"He will, now, right?"
"Oh, yes. Oh don't stop. Don't you dare stop. It is so fucking good! I'm so close." OH, yes!"
Alex knew she was right there and he was ready to push her over. One flick of his thumb across her clit and she started to spasm. But, oh, that clit! Alex knew he had to see, he had to taste that thing. Without removing his hand or stopping the churn he slid down her body, now damp with their combined sweat.
"What ... what are you doing? I was so ... close. Please ... please don't stop now."
"Shhh. I'm going to eat you ... said the big bad wolf."
Alex pushed apart the crest of those thick, meaty lips, now dark crimson with excitement and surging up to meet his flicking fingers. There it was, Delilah's crowning glory, her super size clit, as big as his pinky and pushing its blushing head out at him like a saucy tongue. No subtlety required.
He ate it. Sucked it deep between his lips and tightened them around it. Pulled it deep into his mouth and scrubbed his tongue against it, gobbled as much of her juicy stuff as he could fit into his mouth.
She exploded.
Her hips ground hard against his face and she grabbed the back of his head with both her hands, pumping again and again against his mouth; and as she pumped she squirted, and her cum was in his mouth and on his face, and everywhere. And she kept crying ...
"Oh, oh, oh I'm so sorry. Oh, shit, I can't stop coming. Oh, no. Oh, sorry. Oh there I go again."
Finally, with one long wail she quivered into silence. But her mons pulsed and pulsed against his mouth and her vagina squeezed his fingers.
She was breathing hard. But when she finally caught her breath she reached for his hand and pulled him up to face her again. Without hesitation, she captured him in a deep tongue kiss.
"Wow. So that's what I taste like. That's not bad. Next time Harold tells me he won't eat me I'll tell him he's the pussy. But he will eat me. Yes, he will."
"So he hasn't don't that for you before? Fingered you like that?"
"Nope."
