Milton Oscar, king of American porn, was born a Geek. While a subterranean love of porn is a trait of this shy ethnic group, the production of it is not. Milton's proud parents never dreamed their precocious little boy who studied calculus at ten would build an empire on sexual excess.
Milton graduated high school at the age of thirteen; he finished his undergrad work at Cal Tech at 16. At 19 he was standing behind the podium at MIT giving a graduation speech on the role of science in the future. His mother wrote his speech to make sure those in the audience would understand it. His work on sub- and hypersonic sound waves was understood enough by his doctoral committee to award him a PhD in physics, but not understood enough to realize the possibilities of Milton's discovery.
His discovery related to specific sound pitches and wave shapes that would cause repeatable reactions in the human brain. Milt's future was bright, and the benefits to humanity of his invention were enormous. Unfortunately, the machine required to produce these beneficial sound patterns was also massive as were the power requirements to operate it.
Milton left the podium for his lab and worked for the next six months attempting to reduce the size of the equipment and the power needed to generate the healing sound waves. He was sure the answer was just beyond his often-dirty fingernails. Then disaster occurred. Disaster in the form of a woman, specifically, she was the daughter of his new department head.
Milton was inside a coil of copper wire making current flow measurements when Delores Kelly stopped by on an errand for her father, the director of the laboratory. The twin dots of perfume under her ears sent out thin tendrils of scent inside the coil. Milton dropped his meter and stood up to see the quaking behind of Miss Kelly approach his desk.
His nose rested on the top of the coil to get a better scent. She looked around and saw no one. Milton watched every move as she stood waiting. His eyes took in the white summer halter-top dress that decorated her lush figure. His knowledge of women was more theoretical than his doctoral work. He noticed his body was touching the large coil in two places. His erection was harder than the second appendix to his high school science project report. The perfume and the soft sound her dress made while she paced around his desk led him to unzip his pants in the privacy of his audio coil and stroke his rather substantial shaft. Milton, unlike other members of the Geek ethnic group, was the owner of a very large dick, a very large, and a very underused dick. It's lack of use led to a large splash of semen painting the red copper wires and leaking down into the depths of the coil.
Quickly zipping up, Milton climbed up the access ladder and dropped down the side catching the attention of the remarkably beautiful Miss Kelly. She smiled at the man her father called a "fucking genius." The smile hit Milton like a pulsed laser beam. The stunned Milton fell back against the control panel and his elbow struck the coil activation button. The lights in the lab dimmed and a shower of sparks filled the interior of the coil.
Miss Kelly ran to Milton and knelt by him. "Are you alright?" She cried, worried that the "fucking genius" was hurt.
Milton looked up at her and a shiver ran through his body. Delores touched him. The current leapt to her. Milton saw large goose bumps break out on her chest and shoulders. Inside, Delores Kelly absorbed a surge of pleasure that flashed through every nerve. The shower of sparks inside the coil grew in height like a water fountain at the Venetian. Milton's body convulsed and his just satiated cock stiffened.
Miss Kelly could not miss the large lump in Milton's pants. As another plump of sparks shot toward the lab ceiling, the virginal daughter of his department head unzipped his slacks. Milton's hand reached up and cupped her substantial bosom. He could see her eyes blaze as he pulled down the shoulder straps and tugged the dress to her waist. A strapless bra covered her heaving tits. Her hand pulled out a cock that crackled with energy.
She threw her leg over Milton, she moaned and as she pulled her panties aside and sat on him. Her pussy ripped open as she took his cock in one swallow up her throbbing cunt. With no one else in the lab, the two young people on the floor rapidly fucked never considering a proper introduction or the niceties of conversation before sexual intercourse. The young couple frantically copulated on the lab floor not caring if anyone might make a late afternoon visit to the lab.
The erotica sparks flew from Milton and Delores until the current surge detectors shut down power to the coil. The room lights rose up in intensity as the couple ground to a halt. Milton pulled a still stiff prick from Miss Kelly's overflowing vagina. "Uh, I'm Milton Oscar." He stuck out his hand to shake hers.
She nodded and blushed. "Delores Kelly. Pleased to meet you, I think." She looked around for her dress, but didn't remember tossing it behind Milton's desk.
Milton helped her to her feet and tried not to bump his erection into her too many times. The young woman looked at Milton's rigid tool and decided her father was right. The young man was a "fucking genius."
She stuttered, "That-t-t was-s-s something." Her virginity was in tatters and small red blood stains dotting the concrete floor.
He grinned and said, "Yes, I've never done that before. I hope I was adequate."
"Yes-s-s very adequate." She kept looking around for now she was concerned someone might walk in on them while they were still naked.
Milton Oscar looked at the lovely nude woman before him. He remembered seeing in his new department chair's bio that his daughter was twenty-six. The high-speed neurons in Milton's brain crackled as he evaluated the situation. Milt decided only one course was possible after this. He pressed the overload-reset button on the control panel and activated the coil again.
The lights dimmed as the coil charged. Delores' eyes flashed and she leapt for Milton again. In the twenty minutes before the overload killed the power Milton had tasted Delores' carnal treasures four more times. The concrete floor carried the lovers like the softest down as they pumped, thrusted, writhed, and fornicated. Delores' had little sexual experience before that day, but when the lights came back up she had experienced penetration in every port and the ship of virginity had sailed from every harbor.
They stood toe-to-toe panting with their exertions. Delores Kelly was a rather smart woman too, but she easily reached over Milton's shoulder and reset the overload system and activated the coil. Again the lights dimmed and the couple coupled on the concrete pad by the flaming coil. When the over stressed copper strands finally melted, Delores was atop Milton riding him down the home stretch. The sounds waves faded and the couple slowed.
She screamed at the dead machine, "Don't fucking stop!" Milton, who was not watching where her gaze was directed turned over the screaming woman, switched holes and didn't stop. Silenced by her new boy friend's frantic thrusts, she turned her voice back to rather obscene vocalizations as to the grand quality of Milton's performance. Now carrying three coil charges in their loins the couple climaxed without the supplemental energy of the genius's device.
After exchanging fluids one last time Delores burst into tears. Milton was concerned about his new girl friend's feelings. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" He was frantic that she would leave him after such a titanic coupling.
Delores wailed, "The machine is fucking broken! Fix it, Milton!"
Milton's tornado mind spun and he said, "Honey, I need to evaluate the current parameters, the effects of the short caused by my ..... uh ... my uh ... the fluids I introduced. I have to analyze the data from the recorders to modify the coil to reproduce the necessary frequencies."
Delores found her dress and slipped it on without bothering to find her underwear. "Then fix the damned thing. I'll be back tonight at midnight. Get it done, Milton!"
"Yes, dear." Milton fretted. It was two-weeks work, but as he watched her gently cover her large, soft breasts, Milton knew he would get it done. He had to succeed. The industrial accident had changed Milton's priorities. He saw he was on the verge of a discovery that would make him legendary. It would also get him laid.
Milton poured intently over the erratic graphs of the coils audio output. He rewrote his evaluation software and fed the data through again. It was then he saw the pattern. A complex weave of high and low frequency sounds coincided with the intense sexual activity on the lab floor. He powered up the unit and seconds later his well-used prick snapped to attention. Milton added a safety timer. He didn't want rely on the thermal overloads to shutdown the system. With no Delores nearby, he shut off the power and waited for midnight. He dropped down across his desk and fell asleep.
