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"Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better
than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A!"
Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Randolph
was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the
four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam Randolph's special
combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the
most incredible combinations.
Betty blushed at the sight in spite of herself and then checked her
emotions, glancing sideways at the college professor to see if he had
noticed her unscientific response. But to her consternation the pretty
brunette saw that Dr. Randolph was leering in the most unprofessional
manner. "Leering," definitely, and she would almost say, he was drooling
as well! But even to think such a thing about the wise, well-thought-of
scientist seemed almost sacrilegious. Even though Adam Randolph was not
very old, forty-five at the most, he gave the appearance of an elderly
man. His prematurely gray hair was partially responsible, and the rest of
it was caused by his manner which was that of the absent-minded professor
to the extreme.
For several evenings now, however, Betty Johnson had noticed a distinct
difference in the professor's manner. He'd been muttering to himself for
one thing. Not in the usual way, which she was used to, but in another,
rather alarming way, his voice rising and falling in strange cadences as
though he were having an argument with some invisible person.
Night work at the University laboratory had been pleasant for the
attractive young graduate student up until now at any rate, and she felt
herself privileged to be working with the renowned teacher and researcher.
But Betty had a distinct feeling of discomfort as she turned back to look
into the cage. "But ... but ... that's not normal is it?" she inquired. "I
mean, this is not the result you expected, surely, Dr. Randolph?" As far
as Betty knew, Dr. Randolph was involved with studying the comparative
blood-pressure rates of test animals when injected with different degrees
of amphetamines.
"Of course, of course!" Randolph replied, his eyes glistening with a smoky
lust as he regarded Miss Johnson. "Haven't you ever felt horny after
taking a diet pill?"
"What?" The words had such an impact that Betty stepped back as though
she'd been given a push. It might not have been nearly so bad if---being
naturally inclined toward plumpness---the pretty brunette had not been the
recipient of many of the different varieties of diet pills on the market.
Not only that, but the 24 year old girl had noticed that she felt a very
definite tingling, a kind of urgent longing in her loins, usually be the
evening of the day which she had taken the pill. She had kept this
information to herself, of course, and it was more than disturbing to find
that her private feelings were more or less common knowledge.
"Don't tell me you've never felt horny, Miss Johnson! Come now, every
young woman does. Every healthy young woman at any rate. There've been all
sorts of studies. Surely you've heard of them!"
"Dr. Randolph! Really, are you quite sure ... I mean I think I must be
getting along home now." Betty backed steadily toward the door. She'd
never seen Dr. Randolph looking so strange or heard him saying such awful
things! It was so unsettling that the young woman stumbled against a table
and knocked over a beaker of water which was used for the test animals.
Flustered, she bent to pick up the broken beaker and attempted to mop up
the water, realizing that RandoIph was standing there looking at her
uplifted buttocks all the while.
But Adam Randolph was muttering to himself again while watching his pretty
young assistant scrambling about in an attempt to get the water up.
"Evidently," he said, "new studies are necessary. Studies which will prove
to the general public the efficacy of sex. The wonder of sex and its
natural purpose in this world! I could change the entire repressed
structure of society if I could make such a study!
Betty Johnson's sensually rounded buttocks jiggled pleasingly within the
confines of her tight fitting white uniform as she mopped up the water.
Randolph contemplated those salient nether cheeks with a new interest in
the light of his latest idea. He was tired of being a revered member of
the faculty of the big New York City college. Already it seemed as though
his best years were behind him rather than ahead of him. He was doing
comparatively unimportant experiments, teaching comparatively unimportant
classes. All the rest of his life could be foreseen in one fell swoop.
Adam had been depressed about this simple fact for weeks now, maybe
months.
Not that Adam hadn't known it for a long while. But knowing it and
beginning to let the idea affect him were two different things.
"You're just like an old man!" his wife Helen had said to him the night
before in one of her frequent fits of anger with him. And afterward when
Helen was asleep in her twin bed, Adam had gotten up and gone to look in
the mirror. He not only looked like an old man, but it was true, he felt
like one. It was then that he resolved to do something about the trend his
life was taking. To take things in hand as it were. Instead of letting
things happen to him, he would make things happen!
Adam thought now of Helen's tears. Almost nightly tears they were now, and
all about the same thing, sex! Well, sex was on his mind, too, but not the
same way it was on Helen's. Helen wanted romance, and Adam had anything
but a romantic nature. His interest in sex was more of a curiosity, and
therefore he knew that nothing he ever did would truly satisfy his wife.
Why bother to try then, was his attitude.
But wouldn't it be interesting to see Miss Johnson's response to the
hardness of his impatiently throbbing penis? Adam was newly aware of the
raging erection that he had and found the phenomenon extremely
interesting. He couldn't remember ever having an erection in the
laboratory, and the fact that he had one now was certainly something new.
It was all in line with his new trend of thinking though, with his new
life, and Adam felt a surge of excitement, beyond the lust that he was
already feeling for the flustered Miss Johnson.
He advanced slowly, thinking to himself that Miss Johnson would make
experiment number one. The first in a series. The first indeed in what he
intended to make an extensive research project!
Betty Johnson looked behind her and tried to get up from her kneeling
position, but Dr. Randolph grabbed her by the arm and forced her to remain
as she was.
The feel of his hand, hard and oddly cold on her arm made the young,
dark-haired woman suddenly hysterical. She was certain that the professor
had gone stark raving mad and that he was about to do something dreadful,
kill her maybe. The papers were full of such things!
"Oh, please, PLEASE!" she cried, "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!"
"Just a simple experiment, Miss Johnson. I must say, you've been a
wonderful assistant thus far. Now with my new work, perhaps you'll be
equally as talented." Adam's voice was calm now, as calm as it was when he
was talking to his students in class, for he was on home territory, in a
way, and his mind was already taking note of Miss Johnson's reactions to
his advances.
Easily, he got down to his knees, unmindful of the cracking that betrayed
a lack of exercise. Betty was trembling and crying, begging him not to
hurt her.
"But why would you think I would hurt you?" he asked curiously. "I assure
you I have no such intentions." Already he could smell Miss Johnson's
crisp perfume, mixed with the heady sweat of her aroused emotions. The
scientist's nostrils flared as his fingers began to move along Betty's
arms. Then, still holding the girl firm with one hand, the professor let
his hand drop down to the hem of her white smock. He hiked it up
unceremoniously and thrust his fingers up underneath. The tips of his
fingers encountered her warm smooth thigh flesh and her panty-enclosed
buttocks that quaked as his fingers ran hungrily over their surfaces.
"Calm, calm," he told her as though speaking to a lab animal. "This won't
take long!"
Betty couldn't believe that it was happening to her. Many late nights she
and her roommate would stay up talking about such things, but Betty had
never dreamed such a thing would happen to her. She had contented herself
with the thoroughly predictable advances of her boyfriend, Carl, with whom
she made love approximately once a week at his minuscule Greenwich Village
flat. She enjoyed Carl, although it wasn't difficult to imagine a more
forceful lover, an energetic lover who would make her quiver with
anticipation at odd times of the day or night! Betty had never had the
chance to find such a person though, and Carl was really the first person
with whom she had had an intimate relationship. She couldn't really count
the boy who had first taken her virginity in the back of her father's
hardware store in Schenectady. No, that hardly counted at all.
But this counted! It was odd how just thinking about it could make the
strange behavior of her professor something totally different. Instead of
the horror that came with being forced to submit to the teacher's lewd and
obscene advances, somewhere inside, the experience was being changed into
something different, something real and much more exciting than anything
that she'd ever known. This is what her teacher was offering to her now,
an erotic experience that would top all the experiences she'd ever had!
The young brunette's moans of desperation slowly changed as she felt
Adam's fingers slipping upward to the elastic waistband of her nylon
panties. He was tugging them downward over the smoothly rounded mounds of
her buttocks. Already, sensing the young woman's compliance, Randolph no
longer used a restraining hand on her arm, but both hands were busily
peeling down the young assistant's panties. He gave a gasp of admiration
as he saw her warm, naked ass-cheeks, unblemished, delectable!
Despite herself, Betty couldn't help wondering just what he would do next.
But whatever she had expected, it was not what happened, for suddenly she
heard her professor moan hungrily, and then she felt him drop down behind
her nakedly offered buttocks. The next thing, the dark-haired graduate
student felt was his heated breath and then a thrilling wetness back
between her spread thighs. Dr. Randolph was tonguing her from behind,
sticking the quivering tip of his tongue deep into the wetly throbbing
lips of her pussy and licking lewdly within her sensitive layers of cuntal
flesh.
"Oooooh!" The dark channel of Betty's hair-trimmed pussy began to twitch
in heated arousal. No one had ever done such a thing to her. Could she?
she wondered. Could she actually enjoy such an obscene act? Her nakedly
exposed buttocks were oddly still as Betty's humiliation turned into a
blatant carnal excitement. It was a stirring deep in her loins as well as
in her mind as wicked tingles of pleasure wove in and out of the pores of
the sensitive flesh up between her legs. The gentle stroking of her
attacker's tongue made her feel totally wanton, totally free in a way she
had never dreamed was possible! Her very position, half naked with her
panties halfway down, kneeling on the floor of the lab like this, brought
a greater excitement, and the pretty young assistant felt all control
slipping away. All thought was mercifully blotted from her mind, whereas
with her boyfriend, all she did was think, think, think through the whole
thing. This was something wildly different, though, and she was a writhing
mass of feminine sensuality, created for loving, and nothing more or less.
"Mmmmmm," Betty begged, squirming her ass-cheeks backward to meet Dr.
Randolph's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as the scientist
changed his position so that he had an even better vantage point between
the twenty-four year old's quivering white thighs. At the same time, he
parted Betty's legs as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of the
young woman's streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched
pinkness of her inner flesh with new enthusiasm.
"Ooooohhhh!"
Suddenly, she felt Dr. Randolph's hands creeping up to her waist and then
clasping her heavily swaying breasts. His fingers began to play through
the material of her lab smock, feeling the pebble hardness of the
assistant's fully erected nipples. With a little squeal that signaled her
surrender, Betty abandoned herself to the sudden rushes of pleasure as the
fingers that were so familiar to her in the laboratory or during a class
tantalized her erotically tingling breasts. And now, down between her
widespread, trembling thighs, her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot,
glowing coal that would reach greater and greater heights of lust the
longer the forbidden sucking continued.
"Mmmm! Mmmm?" Randolph murmured inquiringly into Betty's succulent young
cunt. This was the best idea he'd had in years! He would remember each and
every detail for recording in his notebook, for this auspicious evening
marked the very first experiment of the work that would soon make him
famous.
"Going to put it to you! Gonna give it to you! Mmmm? Mmmm!" he declared,
raising his glistening wet face. The ardent researcher's jowled cheeks
reflected the excitement he was feeling as he quickly opened his zipper
fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt rock-hard in his steady
hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him was the submissively kneeling
figure of his lab assistant. He took in the lewd image of the young
woman's nakedly exposed buttocks, of her glistening wet cuntal hair that
pouted in a small triangle below. She was just ready and waiting for his
long, hard cock. And he was really going to take her right then and there!
Betty stirred and moaned at the sudden loss of contact between her
yearning pussy and his wonderfully licking tongue.
"She really wants it bad!" Randolph noted for future reference. As if to
echo his own thoughts, he spoke the words out loud and kneeled up toward
the dark-haired woman's widespread buttocks and thighs. He looked down at
the shapely mounds of silken flesh and bent to ease her ass-cheeks still
farther apart.
Beneath the dull pink of Betty's anal opening lay the pulsing aperture of
her almost hidden vagina. He felt himself drooling over the mouth-watering
sight of the young woman's nakedness and wondered about the fact that she
wore no stockings at all. Only a pair of low-heeled pumps and the panties.
In his time, all women wore stockings unless they were at home, and even
then they were apt to be more than fully clothed unless getting ready to
bathe or bed. It was clear that he had a lot to learn as he went about his
research. With a pained expression, the middle-aged scientist pushed his
heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of
it in between the dark pubic curls and up, up into the wetly heated cuntal
flesh that was now spread wide before him. It was all perfectly clear in
every detail in the bright laboratory lights, and Dr. Adam Randolph felt
that nothing had ever been so important to him as this moment.
"OOoooaaahh!" Betty responded to the hotly throbbing penis that slowly
slid up inside her helplessly aroused female flesh. Her pleading whimpers
filled the laboratory as Randolph thrust the lust-thickened head of his
cock up into the palpitating entrance of Betty's willing pussy, pushing
upward, continuing in a slow, constant act of relentless penetration until
his long hard penis was completely buried to the hilt within the soft
warmth of the trembling grad student's belly
"Goooodd God! OOoohh GOD!!" Betty cried as behind her, Randolph gritted
his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of his pretty
assistant's cuntal muscled tightly massaging his deeply embedded penis.
The scientist's thick-set body inclined back from the pliant flesh of Miss
Johnson's naked buttocks as his probing penis tried to reach the farthest
depths of the young woman's totally filled pussy. He did not want to stop
until it was completely out of sight, buried so deep up inside the young
brunette's hair-lined vaginal opening that his sperm-filled testicles
would fit snugly up against her warm flesh. From his excellent position
behind the straining twenty-four year old, Randolph shuffled forward just
as Betty began to rotate her hips lewdly backward to meet his rigid
cock-flesh. Again and again, the kneeling Dr. Randolph thrust up against
her wide-held pussy, forcing his rigidly throbbing cock deep into the
liquid heat of his young assistant's hungrily contracting vagina.
"Go, go!" he said, deciding that some encouragement was called for. "Go!"
The excited professor could not help but think of his wife at a moment
like this. Poor Helen with her restricted ideas. This was what sex was all
about. It was a test of wills, a sport!
And if this wasn't what it was all about, he, Dr. Adam Randolph was going
to find out what was. Maybe one day he would even bring old Helen around
to his ideas!
Meanwhile, he was completely satisfied to have had such initial success
with the lewdly moaning Miss Johnson.
Dr. Randolph could feel the young assistant's soft cuntal lips clasping
tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his
desire-hardened cock. She was grinding backward against him letting all
the hidden perversity of the moment fill her mind and body.
The young brunette girl could feel her warmly tingling breasts being
manipulated by her teacher's hands, and each burning touch created a
conflagration within her that only heightened the fiery lust between her
legs. The powerful upstrokes that buffeted her farther forward with each
thrust were striking hitherto untouched upper regions of her womb, filling
and stretching the tender flesh with a strangely fulfilling pleasure. The
aroused young woman could feel a joyful culmination being wrung from her
tormented loins.
Betty tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and tight. There was a
sudden sensation of floating, drifting unmoored through space. With eyes
tightly closed, her whole being present and participating in the lewd act
being performed upon her, the dark-haired twenty-four year old felt a
bursting within her, and it seemed she was walking a narrow line between
sanity and insanity. How could she be doing this, and yet how could she
have waited so long to know such mind-boggling delights? From every point
inside her outraged body there was a hurtling of sensations that started
in her ecstatically pulsing vagina and spread like wildfire:
"NNggaah! AAH! Oh, Professor! Professor RANDOOLLPPHH! I'm cummingg!
AAIIEEEE! I'M CUUMMIINNNGGG!"
"Yes? Yes? Like it? Feel good, does it?" The perspiration-soaked Adam
Randolph held on tight to his student's convulsing ass-cheeks and, leaning
way back, gave her everything he had. Grunting, sweating and trembling as
his burgeoning cock wormed its way into the hotly contracting channel of
female flesh, Adam could feel his own orgasm spreading from his cum-filled
testicles along the length of his rock-hard penis until at last, the
scalding hot sperm shot forth up into the heated depths of her tight
little womb.
"OochhH! Oh, Christ!" His head jerked backward, the thin gray strands of
his hair wet and glistening with sweat as Adam's eyes rolled toward the
brightly lighted ceiling of the laboratory. For the first time he saw
those lights with a new perspective. Science, he felt, was going to be
another story from now on. His life was going to take on new dimensions!
Adam lifted Betty's erotically trembling and quaking hips upward now,
after releasing the soft warmth of her ass-cheeks and drove his wildly
jerking penis to the hilt one final time. His fingers gripped so hard on
the pale, naked flesh of her buttocks that the skin turned red where he
touched. The married scientist emptied his ejaculating cock deep, deep
into his assistant's wildly climaxing pussy and rejoiced at her lewd
response.
Betty made herself a willing receptacle for his copious discharge of
sperm, receiving the jism within every fold of her ecstatically quivering
cunt, feeling its warmth feeding the throes of her second tumultuous
orgasm as she babbled forth a steady stream of jumble words.
"Oohhh, me, meee! Oooh NOoow, now, now! Oh, needed it! Needed it!
Aaaagghh!"
Adam Randolph watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He
felt so many things at once that it was amazing. So many things that he
worried about whether he would be able to record it all in detail later.
Why, for example did he think of his wife Helen at this crucial moment?
Helen who had never let herself go enough to have an orgasm like this in
her life. Had Helen really ever had an orgasm or had she faked them all?
While Betty shuddered in carnal delight before him, Adam pulled out
slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and limp. But he felt
more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what new and wonderful
worlds of scientific achievement were opening up. Clumsily, the scientist
got to his feet and, panting a bit, stood over the lewdly kneeling body of
his young laboratory assistant. Then he turned and headed toward the
bathroom. Before he went in, he called over his shoulder, "Miss Johnson.
Oh, Miss Johnson. Don't go before I have a chance to talk to you. I have a
few questions to ask about what you felt."
The cute laboratory assistant's eyelids fluttered, and she rolled over on
her side, too weak to remain kneeling any longer.
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