Professor Octagon's Wild Ride


Experiment Report #1
I held the soldering iron in my hand and finished connecting the final
two wires. I turned the power on and watched as the protrusion
sticking out from the machine began to pump rhythmically and violently.
I rotated its base, causing it to lean at a different angle. After
three weeks of hard work, my fuck machine (tm) was finally ready and
working. I couldn't wait for Molly and Sally to get home.
Even as I contemplated that thought, there was a knock on the door.
Well, two knocks, to be precise. Two sets of knuckles rapping in
harmony. I opened the door.
"Hi, Molly. Hi, Sally," I said, keeping my voice low, trying to
soundnonchalant.
"Howdy, neighbor," said Molly teasingly, in her voice just a few tones
lower than little girl's. She shook out her tight, flowing blond
tresses, and turned sideways so that both she and Sally could fit
through the door. "We missed you while we were gone."
"I missed you, too," I replied slyly. "How was confession?"
"Pretty good," replied Sally. "We told the priest about our...lustful
thoughts, and inappropriate actions...we had to say thirty Hail Marys."
"How did you manage?" I asked. I had never understood their
churchgoing tendencies. They were such free people in all otherrespects.
"Well, we helped each other out," Molly giggled, brushing her sister's
inner thigh lightly, her fingertips slipping inside Sally's short,
light brown shorts. "I had my rosary beads right here..." Sally
giggled, clearly embarassed.
"I'm glad you had fun," I responded. "What are your plans for the rest
of the evening?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Sally said. "We're both pretty tired from all
that praying ,Dr. Ludwig. Of course, I'd be willing to give it a shot,
and you know that whatever I like Molly likes. We're so much alike."
"I know," I said, eyeing their almost-perfectly identical, almost-
perfectly formed bodies. They both were about 5'4", 125 pounds, with
gently sloping bellies and curvaceously round breasts which rose like
two tiny hilltops of flesh. They were just as much a treat to view
from behind, with muscular backs which led down along a slight straight
curve, into gorgeous buttocks, like natural wonders. Some would have
said that the slight stretch of loose skin which hold those two bodies
together, attached between the waist and the hip.
Some have said that there is a certain attraction to repulsion. I
don't know about that, but I do know that I loved being with these
Siamese twins. Their two bodies shared the same pleasures, and they
had discovered in their early teens that if they masturbated each
other, they could layer their orgasms on top of each other's for some
truly phenomenal sensations. Now, at age eighteen, they were just truly
starting to experiment with the wide open world of their bodies. They
had moved in with me about a year ago--they made excellent subjects for
my experiments."I'm so tired," yawned Molly, with a guilty smile on her
face.
"I'm afraid that's not good," I said. "I just finished work on my
newest fucking machine, and I'd like for someone to test it right away."
"Where's Shakira?" asked Sally. "Isn't she supposed to be around to
give you head and things like that when we're not here?" Shakira was
one of my other subjects. If she were around, she would be the one to
test the machine. Of course, Sally had another reason for asking:
Shakira was great at giving oral sex, and Sally liked to follow up
masturbating with a little cunnilingus given by a hot woman. She had an
amazingly talented tongue, in addition to an earth-brown belly dancer's
body. She was as good at sucking cock as she was at licking clit.
Unfortunately for all of us, Shakira wasn't around.
"She's in Morocco visiting family," I told her. "I think you'll like
this new invention of mine. And of course, I'll give you something to
help you stay energized..." I pulled two yellow pills from my pocket.
Sally and Molly each took one and swallowed it down in one gulp. The
new strain of amphetamine I was working on would keep them up and hot
and horny and wild for at least a few hours.
"Well, let's see it," said Sally, with more excitement and a chipper
smile on her face. She had already started to unzip her shorts,
revealing her dark bush which belied the golden locks on her head. She
rarely wore panties; today was no exception.
By this point, dear reader, you can imagine my state of arousal. The
teasing and peeking had driven my penis to almost its optimal state of
arousal. Dr. Ludwig loves his twins, you know. I'm very passionate
about my research. I couldn't wait to see how the twins liked my
newmachine.
I pulled the blanket off the machine. "Taa-daa!" I said.
"How does it work?" asked Molly.
"Just sit here," I said, pointing to the saddle. "The machine will do
the rest. Get up on it, that's a good girl."
She slowly sat on it, letting the point of the hard rubber head slide
deep inside her, both she and Sally gasped as it filled Molly's pussyup.
"It's not as big as you are," sighed Molly, "but it still feels
good..."e
"I want one, too!" pouted Sally.
"Okay," I sighed. "I should've known better than to not build the two-
headed model just yet." I slipped off my pants and underwear. My cock
was grateful to be able to breathe; my pants were more confining than I
would've liked.
I walked over and began to caress Sally's nipples. I teasingly stroked
them while my cock rubbed against her beautiful, jewel-like navel. I
kissed her slowly, with deliciously delicately probing tongue. Then I
reached over and began to play with Molly's ample breasts. I ran my
hands over all four of the breasts, as if I were playing a song on the
piano. All 3 of us began to breathe hotter and harder... Then, as I
could see they were both about to burst from the build-up, I sat
underneath Sally and let her dripping pussy slide onto my cock.
Grinning with pure beautiful evil, I reached over and hit the "ON"
button on the fuck machine. It began to bounce the softly humming dildo
inside her, applying gentle but firm pressure to her vaginal walls.
She bounced up and down on it, moaning so hard that every breath was a
fight...Sally was riding me with the same intensity, and her breathing
was intensifying, although not as quickly. She was being fucked more
organically, not as intensely but with more passion--I was doing all I
could. She wasn't complaining at all, trust me.
Molly looked as if she might explode any second...then...
("I LOVE YOU!!!!" she screamed, "GOD! YES!!!")
she slowly, achingly returned to earth, holding herself, struggling to
return to normal breathing.
Sally came almost a second later, squeezing her pussy muscles around my
cock as I pumped my cum into deep into her
belly, she shuddered with a breathless smile, her breasts heaving up
and down as she slowly, achingly, wordlessly let the tension fall.
"Oh, god..." she said, in awe...she had still been feeling residue of
her sister's ecstasy when her own had hit.
"Thank you," she said. They pulled me close between them. They were
exhausted from their last, most intense orgasms of the day. They might
wake me later in the night, or they might just pleasure each other if
the need arose. We lay there, in a pile, feeling content and beautiful,
and softly drifted off to sleep. I made a mental note that the machine
was a success. I slowly sailed into Morpheus' arms between their
throbbing warmth, wondering when Shakira would get back from Morocco.
Respectfully submitted,Professor Ludwig OctagonDoctor of Sexology