Chapter 3
Jennifer wished she and Mala could have shown up for the first day's experiment together, but her friend had one last class before the semester break. Jennifer was very self-conscious and fidgeted as she waited for Professor Angst to show up and tell her what to do first.
When the psychology professor came into the room, she jumped again. She cursed under her breath for being such a scaredy-cat, but the man bothered her greatly. There was something evil about him that the dark-haired coed hadn't noticed before. He always dressed in dark colors. Today he wore only black.
But it went beyond that. His superior attitude had always put her off. But the idea of getting money and a good grade for something she would probably have been doing anyway made her feel a little better. So what if she didn't know the guy fucking her? That had happened to her before, at parties. The young girl wasn't any prude. As long as she enjoyed it, why not do whatever turned her on? Life was for living, not sitting and thinking about I all the great things she might do.
Jennifer thought fucking was about the best thing life had to offer. She wanted to sample it fully.
"Ah, I see you are punctual. That is good. Come this way and we will begin right away." "What do I have to do?" she asked nervously. "I mean, I know what you want me to do but how do I do it?" She swallowed hard, knowing she was just making an ass out of herself talking like that.
Professor Angst smiled at her in his condescending manner. "I know what you are trying to say. All you have to do is lie there and do whatever comes naturally. The wires will record your physical responses and the computers will analyze it all. So simple."
"Almost too simple. How come you can't get people for this?"
"We get many, but most are not suitable for one reason or another. Failing to experience orgasm is the primary reason for disqualification among women."
Jennifer laughed. "You don't have to worry about that with me. Just the sight of a guy's cock gets me, sometimes."
"Yes, I know," he said. "How's that?"
"In here, please," the psychology professor said, without answering her question. He pointed to a white room, so sterile and businesslike that Jennifer couldn't possibly feel uneasy about the experiment.
"What now?"
"Strip off all your clothes."
She glanced around. "Don't I get one of those dippy white gowns? Or a place to undress?"
"Our budget does not allow for such useless luxuries. Jennifer, you will be watched most closely-intimately-for the next week. I assure you I have seen naked women before. And I will be watching you engage in the most erotic and intimate of acts with another man. Seeing you naked means nothing to me."
Jennifer almost believed him. "What does get you off, Professor Angst?" she asked. His eyes widened and blazed with a cold inner light.
"Research. My research. I am good at it and I will be the foremost authority on sexual arousal of all kinds before I am finished!"
The young girl shrugged, saying, "Whatever turns you on." She began stripping off her blouse, feeling more than a little nervous about it. Then she smiled to herself. The professor was right. He'd be watching her through the mirrored window while she was fucking. Just seeing her naked was nothing compared to that.
The dark-haired coed trembled in the cold room as she tossed aside her blouse and stood naked to the waist. But Jennifer couldn't help herself from modestly turning away from the man as she began skinning out of her jeans. She wiggled her ass and got the tough denim moving down over the silky half-moons of her asscheeks. She wiggled a bit more and kicked free of the jeans. With a single quick move, Jennifer pulled down her lacy black undies and stood entirely naked in front of the professor.
Jennifer almost backed out of the experiment then. The man's eyes drank in her beauty in such a way that she felt like a bug under a microscope. He said nothing as he walked around her, eyeing every smooth contour of her lush young body. Slowly shaking his head, he finally declared, "You will do."
"Thanks," she said acidly. "I'm glad. Now can we get on with it? I'm freezing to death." "That wouldn't do, would it?" he said quietly. "All you have to do is stand with your legs parted. I shall attach the electrodes."
"Electrodes? You're not going to shoot electricity through me, are you?"
"Nothing of the sort. These record your body's responses and transmit it to my computer. That's all. After the conducting paste dries, you'll forget you have them on."
Jennifer said nothing as the man began stroking his hands over her tits. She felt her heart beating more fiercely. The way he cupped her ample tits made her think he was going to do something more than just attach electrodes, but he smeared a gooey paste over the tips of her turgid, throbbingly erect nipples and that was all.
Her nipples swelled with blood as he tweaked them. She gasped when she felt the cold paste smearing all over the pulsating nubbins. The man fastened a tiny wire to her nipple and then stroked down the conical surface. He squeezed Jennifer's other tit and applied a second electrode.
"The paste feels sort of icky," she complained.
"It dries quickly."
She shivered even more from the way his hands moved across her trembling belly. He pushed down lower until his fingers burrowed into her fleecy black pussy-fur. His fingers probed around and finally parted her cuntlips. He exposed her tiny little clit and smeared paste all over it before sticking on another electrode.
Just the feel of his hands so close to her burning hot cunt made her weak in the knees. She leaned against the table in the room, but the man didn't notice. He continued to stroke over her cunt-lips. Jennifer felt her inner juices leaking out and boiling onto the man's hand.
"Professor, can you hurry? I . . . I don't feel so good about this."
The psychology professor didn't even look up. He continued stroking his fingers over her cunt-lips. When his middle finger plunged all the way up into her pussy, she cried out. The girl was both frightened and turned on by what was happening. She hardly understood her own body.
Turned on? Frightened? These weren't the types of things she normally felt when a man was clinically probing her pussy. She had been to the gynecologist dozens of times and had never once been turned on by him staring down into her cunt.
But this was different. Professor Angst was a doctor, sure, but he was a different kind of doctor. And she couldn't get the memory of what she had seen before from her mind. Soon enough she would be flat on her back, legs up in the air and getting all the fat, hard cock she could stand. Her fuck-tunnel boiled with the idea of getting laid while the cold, aloof psychology professor watched.
"Hurry, Professor Angst, hurry, please. Ummmm, that feels so . . . " Jennifer couldn't bring herself to say good, but it did feel good. His finger working around inside her twat was divine. She was slowly working herself up to the point of orgasm. If he didn't stop soon, he would finger-fuck her to orgasm.
"I'm about done. I had to conduct a small inspection of your privates to make sure you weren't a virgin."
"What? Why?"
"Some girls will lie for the money, the grade, who knows why else. I must make sure that you are not only sophisticated but able to experience peak emotions during the fucking. Nothing less is acceptable."
The dark-haired coed shook her head and wondered how long it would take for the paste holding the electrodes to her most sensitive portions of skin to dry. A crinkly, itchy feeling made her want to stroke over her nipples and the electrode on her clit was going to be in the way of any serious fucking.
"Don't worry about them coming off," said the psychology professor. "I used epoxy. A solvent is necessary to get the electrodes off. Feel free to move anyway you desire. In there."
He pointed to a door at the side of the room. Jennifer shivered as she crossed the cold bare tile floor. And then she was in the most sumptuous bedroom she had ever seen.
Luxurious draperies hung from the walls, muffling sound. A mirrored ceiling reflected every movement in the room. The bed dominating the center of the room took her breath away with its sheer decadence. Heavy piles of pillows and velvet covers hid the bed. She quickly jumped onto the bed and felt the softness under her ass.
"Hey, this is fantastic," the dark-haired coed cried out. "I can't wait to . . ."
"Meet Jerry. He will be your partner for the preliminary encounter. After I have calibrated my equipment, the real experiment begins."
"You mean this isn't part of the experiment?"
"It is only a minor part," said Professor Angst. "I need to get your normal reactions to fucking before we can go on to more ... sophisticated techniques."
Jennifer furrowed her brow worrying over what the man meant and then it didn't matter any more. Jerry came over to the bed and stood there, buck naked. His prick jutted up from his crotch at a jaunty angle. All Jennifer saw was the thick, purpled knob on the end of his cock pulsing wildly. She felt her mouthand her pussy-beginning to drool at the sight. While he wasn't the best hung stud she'd ever had, he was more than adequate to take care of her rampaging sexual needs now.
The bed bounced as he came onto it. On hands and knees he approached her, his prick aiming directly for her gooey cunt. She lay back on the soft pillows, feeling the velvet under her naked ass. She opened her legs wantonly for him.
"Hurry," she said in a husky whisper. "I'm so damned hot I feel like I'm on fire inside. Take me quick. And make me really burn!"
He smiled and lowered his face to her belly. His tongue snaked out as he licked over her slightly domed belly, dipping down into the deep depression of her navel and then moving even lower. Jennifer lost the power of speech. Only tiny whimpers came from her lips when he reached the black fleece of her pussymound. His tongue probed down into the thickly furred mat, and then worked even lower.
She couldn't control herself at all now. The young girl shook as if she'd been caught in an earthquake. His tongue pushed across the glued-on electrode on her clit and plunged forth to sink into her cunt.
She came. There wasn't any holding back now. Her legs spread so wide that her knees were almost pressing into the bed on either side of her body. The dark-haired coed loved the feel of his rough, pink tongue working all over her turgid cunt-lips, but she needed more than this filling her.
"Fuck me, stud. Drive that pussy pleaser into my cunt. I need your cock so baaaaad!"
She almost came again as he moved up her body like a monkey climbing a tree. His hands touched all the right places and he kissed hidden spots on her body. When his cock-head banged into her puffy cunt-lips, she shuddered heavily. But the real thrill came when his hips shoved forward. His cock parted her cunt-lips and then surged all the way up into her hot pussy.
She screamed at the sudden penetration of her young, tender body. The sudden filling of her cunt with his prick made her feel as if he intended ripping her apart all the way to the chin. But when her resilient inner membranes began stretching to take his huge prick, she felt a lot better.
She felt more at ease-and hornier than hell. "Fuck! Don't just sit there, fuck me good. I need it moving inside me. Give my poor hungry cunt all the cock it can eat!"
He thrust deeper into her pussy, causing her ass to lift up off the bed. She ground her snatch down powerfully into his crotch. They were locked together in the most intimate embrace possible. The young girl's entire body trembled in response to the prick hidden inside her pussy.
Jennifer tensed and relaxed her cunt-walls around his buried cock, but she didn't get the kind of response from him she wanted. She needed him fucking her so hard that it felt as if he'd rip her in half with his fleshy sword of cock. Nothing of the sort happened. He was berthed in her snug cunt and nothing seemed to make him want to move.
Grinding her hips gave her thrills so intense she finally got off. The feel of his cock pulsating powerfully against her most sensitive innermost nerve endings was nice, but it could have been lots better if he'd gotten down to serious fucking.
"Move," she begged. "Get that cock moving inside me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you fucking me!"
The young girl thought she would lose her mind when he actually obeyed her. He pulled back, his cock making a lewd sucking noise as it leaped free of her cunt. The intense vacuum formed between her juicy cunt-walls and his cock was broken only when he slid free of her pussy-lips. But she didn't have the time to feel the emptiness inside her cunt-hole.
He lunged forward, his prick shooting between her blue-tinged cunt-lips. He thrust powerfully. His movement inside her made her cunt-walls contract in one huge snapping motion. They both gasped as she collapsed around his entire buried length of prick.
"God, fuck me like that more! I'm on fire inside. Fuck me goooood!" The movement he used now was designed to get her off in a hurry. He fucked using short, quick strokes. The power and speed burned and tore at her most sensitive flesh. Her cunt-lips tingled from the short, swift movement of his cock. The entire length of her pussy trembled at the mere touch of his prick. He rocked to and fro so fast that she felt carnal heat consuming her loins like a forest fire blazing through a wooded hillside.
"Oh, oh, AM!" she gasped. The orgasm smashed into her mind like a hammer blow. The dark-haired coed rocked on the velvet covered bed, grinding her ass down into the softness and experiencing the best come she could remember.
She soared high and then slowly drifted back to the reality of the situation. Opening her eyes, she managed to focus them on the ceiling. The sight of the man's hairy ass tensing and relaxing as he drove that monster prick into her cunt thrilled her even more.
Jennifer remembered the sight from the window while she'd watched the other couple fucking. Was anyone watching them now? A tiny shiver of anticipation passed through her. The tingling of the electrodes on her nipples and clit weren't a sign of people watching. She normally felt like this when she was getting a really first-class fucking.
Her fingers raked along the man's back, urging him to greater speed with his cock. The mirror faithfully reflected every single movement of his body and her fingers. She saw tiny red lines of blood appear on his back as she scratched with her fingernails. The sight spurred her on and made her demand even more from his prick.
"Fill me up good, dammit. Fuck me more. Faster, oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me as fast as you can with that cock of yours!"
Jennifer wasn't wholly rational now. The sight of her cunt being fucked in the mirror turned her on. The feel of his body pressing her down into the softness of the bed turned her on. The huge cock reaming out her tender, softly yielding young pussy turned her on.
Jennifer came again and again. She felt orgasm smashing into her and making her something more than just a college coed. She was transported and became a woman, a real woman, a woman able to enjoy all that life had to offer.
The hot rush of his jism into her cunt was almost a letdown for her. She felt the cum gushing into her aroused pussy, but she didn't get off on it. The dark-haired coed had wanted a longer, better fucking. Relaxing, feeling the warm afterglow from a climax, the girl smiled up at the man who'd been fucking her.
"Do I know you?" she asked dreamily. "I'm Jerry, one of Professor Angst's graduate assistants."
For a moment, the name didn't penetrate her sex-numbed mind. Then she remembered. Jerry. He was the one who'd blackmailed Mala into giving him a blow-job. She tensed a little and tried to move away from him but Professor Angst came into the room
"Very good, Jerry. I have all the proper baseline responses from her. And you did quite well, Jennifer. I am now ready to begin the real experiment."
"The real one?"
"Of course. I told you this was necessary to record your normal reactions to fucking. Now we move into the real experiment-seeing how you respond to pain and sexual abuse."
A coldness filled the young girl's body and paralyzed her. A voice inside told her she should have known better than to get involved in a scheme as mad as this. And now it was too late to quit. She was trapped.