This vision, his head haloed against the bright morning sun, suddenly went into action. He whipped off my warm covers and exposed my body with it's heavy erection.
"Good morning Vickie. I heard from Artie that you have something that can make us both happy. I'm volunteering, give it to me babe."
I was still groggy, but a chance to get this living statue under my control by making him stupid was too tempting. I glanced around for my "room deodorizer" there it was, right at my elbow on the night table. I reached for it. I watched Chris's gorgeous face to see the change as I activated Dr. K's infernal machine.
When I pressed the button it made a rapid clicking sound instead of the former rushing of air, but never mind, I'll check the batteries as soon as...
I couldn't see his face because he was too close, kissing me. Besides, my eyes were closed in surrender. Oh those hot lips, those quick rapid kisses were sending me to bliss land.
Now he stood up and undressed quickly. I had never seen his cock although I had tried at the health center but always missed the chance. It was a beauty, slim with a nice lolly head, long as fuck, curving up in a lovely arc.
"You're going to love this science boy," he said in a more commanding voice than he should have, after getting rayed.
Uh oh, I thought. The damn thing was broken and I am in trouble, I thought as Chris took both my legs and hoisted them up and anchored them on his upper thigh bones. My ass hole was in perfect view.
"You ass hole is calling beaker boy."
It was true, my treacherous hole was opening and closing in invitation. I can't understand it. I've never been fucked, well yes, that one time when I was thirteen, at camp, but...I stopped thinking as I heard him moaning and pressing at my pucker.
What's with me, I willed it to open and his cherry colored cock head lodged just inside. Both of us would taking little puffs like weight lifters.
"You are such a whore, Vickie. You truly want it, don't you?"
"No you rapist, you're faking. The ray didn't work. You're a damn boy fucker."
"Yeah," he croaked out, "And you're my boy. You want me to enter now, don't you."
I didn't answer but without realizing it I was slowly advancing my ass and he was slowly entering. With a sob I now he had lodged in my to the bottom of his hilt. I broke out in sex sweat and I am ashamed to admit, I wiggled my butt. I heard him laughing slightly.
"I have dreamed of this. I love strong stocky boys like you with hairy legs. You are one hot pussy boy."
I loved the insults. It made it easier for me to turn myself into a needy bottom. "Stop talking, get busy. Do it! Fuck me!"
"Why sure, darling, long as you asked."
He reared back and shoved it rudely. I howled with surprise, but also I loved it rough. In again and out. Bang, bang. He was breathing like a rusty bellows. I was weeping with pleasure. Who knew I had finally found my sexual place in life.
The room was echoing with our cries and animalistic grunts. We were two pigs, wallowing in our slime, enjoying the precums. Then by some sense of knowing what I wanted, or maybe this was his fuck style, he slapped the side of my butt.
"Do it again, harder," I said to my own surprise. Where did that thought and utterance come from. He whacked again leaving a red imprint of his large hand.
Suddenly I my whole body began vibrating. I was sliding into a slow orgasm. He saw my face screw up and he groaned, "Okay you're ready lady, I'll cum with you." That was bull, I'm sure he just couldn't hold on.
I felt his cock flex rapidly and it got longer. My own cock, lying on my hairy belly began to dribble the beginning of my cum and then, seemed to draw into itself and shot a long rope that landed under my chin. I was helpless as my prick was in control of me.
Chris saw this and groaned loudly as his own orgasm froze his movements. He too was in prick control. He felt the oscillations as my cock began unloading and causing my ass ring to open and close.
He was helpless. He stretched over me like I was a rack and shot a stream of hot cum inside of me. His cum was so powerful that he fell on me, his cock shooting wildly and my cock blasting between us.
We lay there after all this, me too overcome to push him off (as if I wanted to) and he trying to catch his breath. Finally he said, "You want to zap me again?"
"Maybe, but I don't have a death wish. You realize that the thing was dead."
"Yeah, it made a dying sound. You better get back to your lab and get it fixed."
"Not my plan. I'm just going to give the doc my notes and get back to you for drinks and fucking."
"Yeah," he breathed enthusiastically.
Back at the lab I found Kleinmann puttering in the main room. He had what looked like a radio antenna that he was whipping around rapidly and saying, "Ach, gutt,"
"I'm back and I've got my notes all ready for you."
"Vut notes?"
"The Dumb Ray notes."
"Nein, nein, no gutt, the Government has decided not to use it." Seeing my perplexed look, he added, "They were afraid that if the vind blew back, our own troops would get dumbkoff and not be able to load up dere guns."
"You mean?"
"Yes, throw it away. Sorry I giff you so much trouble."
"Vell, I mean well, it wasn't all work. What are you working on there?
His face brightened. "This is just in the early stages, but it is a cootie ray."
"You mean..."
"Yes, ve vill giff the enemy bugs, hah."
I left the lab quietly before he could ask me to try it out. I needed a shower and a nap to get myself it top shape for tonight. I hoped Chris was doing the same.
End