Chapter 2
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Jennifer, staring at the posted grades for the examination. "I only got a 47 on the test. I was sure I'd get at least a 95!"
Mala shook her head sadly. "I only got a 71 and I studied like a greasy grind, too. Damn, but that test was a bear. A lot harder than I thought it would be for only a mid-semester." Jennifer didn't know what to do. She had failed the test even after she'd fucked Dean. She felt cheated and didn't know a damned thing she could do about it. There wasn't any way in hell she could complain. Could she freely admit she'd tried to trade her body for a good grade? No one had forced her into fucking the graduate assistant. She had willingly done it.
"That goddamn, cocksucking faggot bastard!" Jennifer raged. "I'll cut his balls off and feed them to the pigeons."
"Calm down," said Mala. "You're working yourself up over nothing. So you flunked the test. There's still the final. Now that we know what Professor Angst wants, it'll be easier studying for it. And the final counts twice
what this one does. If you make an 80 or better, you'll pass the course, Jen."
"It's not that," said Jennifer, still fuming mad at the graduate assistant. "I got myself caught. I wasn't cheating exactly but Dean said he'd give me a zero unless I fucked him. When I agreed I told him I wanted at least a 95, and that motherfucking son of a bitch backstabber graded my paper as if nothing had happened."
"He fucked you in a lot of ways, didn't he?" said Mala. "About the same thing happened to me last semester. It was in one of Professor Angst's classes, too. Jerry something-or-other was the graduate assistant on that course. He told me unless I sucked him off he'd flunk my ass right out of school. I was kind of shaky in the grade department so I went along with him. He just barely passed me."
"Does Professor Angst know this is going on?" asked Jennifer suddenly. "If we told him, maybe he'd get rid of both of them. Both Jerry and Dean."
"Don't kid yourself, Jennifer. The professors are all jockeying around for the best grad students these days. Without the draft, they can't keep people in school. Jerry and Dean are supposed to be the tops in the graduate psychology program."
"What they're doing isn't right," Jennifer protested bitterly.
"So, we didn't have to go along with them, did we?"
"Yes, we did. They threatened us. And what burns me is that Dean didn't deliver. He wasn't even a good lay."
Mala laughed. "That's rich. He's both a rotten person and lousy in the sack. Maybe you're right. We could both go to the professor and explain what's happening in his department."
"Let's go," said Jennifer resolutely. "Right now before we change our minds. I want to get a good grade out of this class, even if it kills me.
They went off to find the psychology professor. The man, dark and foreboding, looking vaguely middle European and speaking
with a faint foreign accent, scarcely looked up from his book as they entered his office. "Professor Angst? We want to speak with you. About your graduate students. Jerry and Dean," hastily added Jennifer, seeing she didn't have the man's attention.
When he finally looked up, his eyes narrowed. She felt that same appraising stare she had gotten when Dean looked her over. Jennifer wanted to button the top button on her blouse and prayed that her jeans would sag
just a little. But they remained skin tight and her blouse actually fell open another button, exposing the smooth, white flare of creamy titflesh.
"So? What can I do for you two?" he said in clipped, curt tones. "I am a very busy man."
Jennifer explained their predicament. " . . so Dean said he would give me a good grade on the exam if I'd let him fuck me. I need the grade, Professor Angst, so I let him. And the son of a bitch fucks me again by failing me on the test. He shouldn't have treated me like that. It's not fair!"
"Fair?" asked the psychology professor, one bushy eyebrow rising slowly. "What is fair in this world? He made a deal and did not stick to it. But you don't have it in writing. A verbal agreement is worth the paper it is written on." "So you're not going to do anything?" demanded Mala.
"You are in college to learn. Whether you learn psychology in my class or not does not matter greatly to me. But I see you both have learned valuable lessons, lessons that cannot be taught from books. You are learning to cope with the unscrupulous elements rife today in our society. In this particular case, it just happens to be my two graduate assistants." "But it's not fair!" protested Jennifer again. "They're getting away with murder!" "Murder? Hardly. But you are both sincere young ladies. I can see that from your attitudes. And brave, too, since not many would admit to being whores."
"Now look here, Professor Angst, neither Mala nor I are whores," said the young coed hotly.
"A whore," he said in a lecturing voice, "is a woman who sells her body for favors or money. A good test score is certainly a favor and you sold yourselves, did you not?"
"I can see we're not getting anywhere with him," said Jennifer in disgust. "Let's go, Mala."
"Not so fast, please," said the psychology professor. "I said you were couragous young ladies and I meant it. I will give you a chance to get A's in my class. How would you like to participate in a psychology experiment?"
"As guinea pigs?"
"Of course. It is difficult to find suitable ... subjects. I think both of you will do nicely." He licked his lips and Jennifer again had the queasy, nervous feeling about the way he eyed her. It was as if the man were appraising a side of beef hanging on a hook in a meat packing plant.
"What is it you want from us?" asked Mala, not getting the vibes Jennifer received.
"A sexual experiment. One in arousal. Very carefully regulated, I assure you. But it is not the sort of experiment I would wish to have made public. You will both be sworn to secrecy and sign contracts to that effect."
"And you'll put it in the contract that we get A's in your course?" asked Jennifer. She was startled to see the psychology professor grin wolfishly.
"But of course. You see? You learn already. You do not simply take my word but demand written contracts. In addition to an A in my class, you will receive twenty-five dollars for every day you participate. You must participate for a minimum of one week, however."
"Full time? We can't take time off from our other classes," said Jennifer, but her mind raced ahead. That much money looked pretty good to her right now. It was enough to pay her rent for a month and still leave her money to live on.
"The semester break . . . " suggested the psychology professor.
"We can do it then? Let's see what sort of experiment you have in mind before we agree to anything," said Mala.
They were both startled by the man's laughter. "You are learning very fast, ladies. But of course. Come down to my laboratory in the basement."
"Basement? I didn't know anyone had an experiment going on down there."
"It is specially soundproofed. I have equipped it just for this experiment. A very special instrumentation was required, as you shall see."
Mala and Jennifer followed the man down flights of stairs and through a heavily locked door. They went down a narrow corridor with glass windows on either side. Most of the rooms were empty, having a bed inside and little else. But one room had a man and woman inside, both fucking their brains out.
Jennifer stared when she peered through the window and saw what was happening. She felt guilty about standing in the hall and spying on them, yet there was something strangely compelling about watching. She moved so that she could peer around the corner of the window without being seen. Professor Angst boldly stood in the center of the glass window, smiling broadly.
"It is all right," he said. "They cannot see you. This is a one way mirror. All they see is their own reflection. And what a reflection, eh? They have been inside fucking like that for almost a week. Tireless, both of them."
"A mirror?" asked Jennifer. She grew a little more confident and moved to a spot where
she got a better view. The sight of the mad's huge red prick plummeting down and into pinkly parted cunt-lips turned her on strangely. She had always wondered how guys got off on seeing porno flicks. She had never been to one in her life.
Now the dark-haired coed began to understand the attraction. Seeing another couple going at it, really fucking hard and fast, was a big turn on. She felt her own pussy beginning to tense up and slobber at the erotic sight.
The man doing the fucking had the woman bent double on the bed. Her legs were up and draped over his shoulders. In this position he pushed forward powerfully and drove his prick straight down into her wantonly spread gash.
In addition, her legs pushed down into her own tits, mashing them flat. Jennifer shuddered at the thought of what that must feel like. Her own nipples were springing hard and erect and she wondered if she could bend like the woman on the bed. This position was one only a gymnast could love-or a woman who really got turned on doing different things in bed.
Jennifer was one of those.
The idea of fucking only in the missionary position turned her off. The young girl had dumped boyfriend after boyfriend because they weren't inventive enough for her. But she had rapidly discovered Wally and he proved a never-ending source of new and erotically different things to do. Why, he had actually fucked her armpit at one of the basketball games last spring! She had worried that someone else in the packed arena might see what was going on, but that fear had actually fed her own desires. She had come repeatedly, and all from the feel of a swiftly moving cock under her arm.
"Would we have to let some guy fuck us while you watched?" asked Mala. She was obviously unsure that she wanted to participate in such a blatantly sexual experiment.
"It's more than simply allowing me to watch. I could go see a stag film if that was my intent. Rather, you notice the thin wires attached to their headbands? Those wires go off into a computer where the brainwaves are monitored. We are trying to see what happens inside the head during extreme arousal."
"And that's all that would happen? Just letting some stud fuck us?" demanded Jennifer. She couldn't take her eyes off the couple in the room. This was the very thing she'd been looking for. And it was all legitimate.
To actually be paid for advancing science appealed to her, and to be paid to do something that turned her on in a big way appealed to her even more.
"This is something to think about," said Mala. "It seems so immoral to me."
"As immoral as selling yourself for a good grade?" asked the psychology professor. "You will be doing nothing that you haven't already done in your immoral, futile search for the perfect grade point average. Think about it. I shall be in the office at the end of the hall. If you decide this sort of research is your meat, I'll have the contracts waiting for you."
"And an A in your course plus twenty-five dollars a day for a full week?" asked Jennifer again. She licked dried lips and watched as that long prick parted those turgid cunt-lips and rubbed against them in the most intimate manner possible.
The young girl wondered if the woman were uncomfortable. The sight of her face convinced Jennifer the woman didn't even notice the twisted position. She was caught up in the throes of almost constant orgasm. She was coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off.
"Do we get to pick the men?" she asked, having Wally in mind. Being locked up in a room with him for a solid week would be more than a vacation.
"No, I'm afraid not. Everything must be controlled precisely and that is one of the factors. But you will not be disappointed in our choice, I assure you."
"Well, I don't know," said Mala. "Could we talk privately? I've got a couple more questions."
The psychology professor motioned her to his office. Jennifer stayed and watched, glad to be alone. She had a hard time convincing herself that the pair in the room fucking like rabbits couldn't see her. And then it occurred to her that, even if they could see her, they wouldn't really notice. They were too busy fucking.
The dark-haired coed unfastened the front of her jeans and pushed her hand down into the warm cunt between her legs. She shivered in delight as she drew her fingers lightly over her agitated cunt-lips. When her middle finger plunged all the way up into her seething hot pussy, she came.
The orgasm smashed through her young body and made her weak in the knees. She had to lean against the glass to keep from falling over. But it was worth it. The young girl blinked rapidly to keep her eyes focused on the fucking couple in the room. They provided the visual stimulation she required to get a really potent orgasm.
Her middle finger fucked in and out of her tight pussy, giving her more and more arousing pleasure. Swirling that finger around like a berserk tornado, she got off again. Her finger stroked over her velvety cunt-walls and then smeared her fuck-juices all over her clit. The feel of her finger moving against the shivering little spike of erectile tissue got her off again.
Weakly propped against the wall, the darkhaired coed watched the hot and heavy action going on inside the room. The sight of that huge prick parting the woman's pussy-lips and then plunging all the way to the hilt made her wish she and the woman could trade places. Jennifer wanted to be on the receving end of that huge cock.
"Ummmm, oh, God, why am I doing this to myself?" she wondered out loud. But the soundproofing in the hallway kept her words hushed, and for that Jennifer was glad. It wouldn't do to have Professor Angst hear her.
Her finger worked in and out of her pussy until she got off again. She moved her cuntjuice-soaked fingers to her clit and began rolling that nubbin around. The sexual tensions inside her belly mounted until she wanted to scream.
Her mind disconnected from her body. She experienced in full everything going on between her legs, but was able to think about other things at the same time. Jennifer wondered if she could take part in an experiment just like this. It had good money tied in with it and she'd get an A out of the psychology course. After she finished a pleasant week of experiment, even those things might seem minor to her.
Getting her tight little pussy fucked by some stud she didn't know hardly seemed bad to her.
Sobbing, gasping, trembling all over, she tried to figure out what turned her on the most. This was for science, she told herself. And the idea of being fucked by some guy she'd never met before made her even hotter. The very idea was even kinkier than picking out some stud at a singles bar and homing in on him knowing it would only be a one night stand.
Her fingers twisted her pea-sized clit around. She felt it growing until the ball of fleshy clit throbbed to the beat of her frenzied heart. The more Jennifer tried to stop, the more insistent her body became.
She needed this stimulation. The sight of the pair fucking in the secluded room was too much for her.
Did they know they had observers? Would she know if anyone was watching her when she was in there, bare-ass naked and having a stud fill her cunt all the way with his rock-hard cock? Would she even care?
Jennifer's fingers stroked from the base of her clit all the way to the pointy tip. A shudderingly intense come washed over her body again, drenching her hand with gushing cuntoils. But she couldn't stop. It was like eating potato chips. She had to have more, lots more! Lots, lots, lots more!
The young girl blinked when she saw the man's balls tensing up. She guessed what the woman was experiencing. That cock would be swelling up to heroic proportions in that clutching, tight fuck-tunnel. And when the man's hips went berserk with desire, he fucked into that cunt as if he wanted to plunge his prick through her body and impale her heart with the tip. Both the man and the woman were locked in ecstasy. The sight of his hairy ass tensing told Jennifer he was coming. He pumped' wildly and then collapsed, his prick dribbling from the valley of the red, quivering cunt-lips. A tiny white river of his jism leaked out, and then they moved so that Jennifer couldn't see any more of the intimate details.
She jumped a foot when Professor Angst said, "Are you satisfied with our academic credentials?"
Jennifer pulled her jeans together guiltily and tried to look calm. She failed. Her hands were covered with her own fuck-juice and she was flushed from the repeated climaxes she'd given herself.
"Yes, Professor, quite satisfied," she heard herself saying. "And where do I sign up for the experiment?" Jennifer hardly noticed the tiny sneer forming at the corner of the psychology professor's mouth as he silently held out the contract.