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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any other
characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co-
incidence.
The following work is for adults only. It contains graphic language,
and
depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities. If you are below
the
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Better Loving through Chemistry
Chapt 4:
"Another Friday night alone, huh?", Carol asked.
"Sorry", apologized Jenny. "I really do need to hit the books.
Mid-terms
are
coming up, and we've been goofing off a lot lately. So...", she said,
holding
up her English Lit' book. "Shakespeare and I have a hot date tonight."
"I could never stand that stuff. I mean, its so... dead.", Carol
complained.
"Not really.", replied the petite blond. "Listen to this: 'And I tell
that
love is madness, and deserves as much the dark house and the wip as any
other
madness. But the reason lovers are not whipped, and so cured, is that
the
malady is so common, the whippers themselves are in love.'"
"Oooo. Kinky. Who wrote that one, De Sade?", asked Carol in her
'nasty-
girl'
voice.
"No. It's Shakespeare, from 'As You Like It'", giggled Jenny.
"Maybe that's the way", mused Carol.
Jenny didn't like the look on the tall brunette's face, and said so.
"Carol,
you scare me when you start thinking like that. What are you about to
get
me
in to?"
"Well, we both have Prof. Pringle for English Lit. He's not real cute,
but he
likes to stare at pretty girls. Think he would let us do a little
'Extra
Credit'", Carol asked, a mischievous look lighting her face.
"Hold it.", protested the smaller girl. "Stop right there. The way I
hear
it, he likes to do more than stare. And that's more than I need to
know.
No."
"What have you heard?", Carol asked. She had heard rumors too, but was
still
curious.
"I hear he trades 'favors'. That he likes to spank girls over his knee.
You
know, the 'English girls school' fantasy. Mildly kinky stuff, but it
always
ends the same. But spanking or no, I am not sleeping with the teacher
for
grades. End of discussion." Despite having participated in one orgy,
and
helping organize two more, Jenny was still very conservative in many
ways.
"I could change your mind.", Carol said persuasively, making a gesture
like
pumping a spray bottle.
"No!", repeated Jenny. "If it's such a good idea, then you do it."
"I was thinking I might, as a matter of fact. That stuff would make
anyone
tolerable, even him."
Jenny looked at her amazon roommate skeptically. "Really? You'd fuck
him for a
passing grade?"
The tall brunette let out a sigh, and replied, "No, I guess not. I
mean, I've
heard of it, but I've never done it. I've got a life, but I'm not a
whore."
The two sat glumly for a bit, neither one actually looking at the books
they
were supposedly studying. Then Jenny started to smile. The smile grew
broader as a plan took form. "Carol, I have an idea. Two 'A' grades,
and no
sex. Are you game?"
Carol looked interested. "Tell me more?", she asked.
* * * * *
"Why me?", Carol complained, as she adjusted her outfit.
"Because it's your turn.", Jenny explained. "Every time you come up
with a
plan, I get volunteered to lose my pants. This time its my plan, so
you're
the volunteer."
"Ok", Carol said resignedly. "But you better not be late."
"Trust me.", Jenny said with a smile.
Carol tugged at her skirt again. It had taken her nearly half an hour
just to
pick out the right clothes, and she still wasn't happy. She was wearing
a
"naughty but nice" outfit: A V-necked sweater that covered everything,
yet
clung to her curves nicely and showed off her cleavage. Her skirt was a
"good
girl" one, dark blue with pleats, ending just above her knees. She wore
2
inch pumps, to accentuate her figure, and had her hair pulled back in a
pony
tail.
"Hmmm. As American as apple pie.", Commented Jenny in a satisfied tone.
"All
that's left is the perfume. Quickly, before Carol could change her
mind,
she
puffed a single spritz onto Carol's throat and chest.
Carol felt the cool tightness as the magic potion soaked in, and braced
herself. It would make her body emit pheromones in large quantities,
but
it
would make her horny as well.
"Do you think one shot is enough?", Jenny asked?
"Yeah. I just hope it isn't too much. I want to be able to say no.",
Carol
said grimly. She felt the spray's effects already, her nipples
hardening,
rubbing themselves against the sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra, and
her
panties were the skimpiest g-string set she owned.
"Almost time for your appointment. Break a leg, kid.", Jenny said, by
way
of
encouragement.
Carol walked down the hall from the lady's room, where the final touches
had
been added, towards Dr. Pringle's office. The cool air swept up her
flared
skirt and chilled her naked bottom. She felt flushed and heated as she
knocked on his office door.
"Come in", came the answer from inside.
Carol entered nervously. "Dr. Pringle, I'd like to talk to you about my
grades.", she began, closing the door behind her.
Dr. Pringle looked up from his desk and smiled. Carol was one of the
prettier
girls in his class. He found himself staring right into her cleavage,
which
was directly at his eye level. He could see her nipples poking through
the
stretch knit top, and felt a tightness begin in his own groin. He loved
his
work, and this looked like another fringe benefit.
"I was wondering if you could help me?", Carol continued, swaying her
hips
as
she moved closer. The action worked her skirt like a bellows, pumping
the
scent of raw sex into the small office. The aroma was faint, but the
effect
wasn't.
With a visible effort, the middle aged professor tore his gaze from the
girl's
gently jiggling breasts, and looked at her face. "Well, what kind of
help
did
you have in mind?", he asked.
"Maybe a special assignment. You know, extra credit work?", Carol said
wistfully. She felt her g-string panties growing damp. She wanted to
fuck,
but the urge wasn't overwhelming. She tried to picture the man before
her,
naked. Pale skin, bony knees, slight pot belly. It helped.
Dr. Pringle was doing the same exercise, with very different results.
Visions of the tall, busty brunette, naked and bent over his desk
flooded
his
mind. "I'll be glad to give you all the help you need.", he said
pleasantly.
"Have a seat."
Carol sat on the chair by the edge of his desk, facing him. She let her
skirt
ride up her thigh a bit, but not too far. "Please. I'll do whatever it
takes
to earn my grade.", she said earnestly.
Dr. Pringle shifted his erection under the desk, so it wouldn't be too
visible
as he stood. "Let's see what I have on the shelf.", he said, trying to
keep
the bulge in his pants turned away from his guest as he walked to the
corner.
Carol, with malice aforethought, followed him, feigning curiosity. She
stood
next to him as he searched the shelves.
Dr. Pringle was acutely aware of the woman next to him, so close. So
close.
He crouched, pretending to search the lower shelves, so he could get a
closer
look at her legs. Magnificent. He chose a large volume almost at
random,
and
positioned it carefully. As he stood up, he arranged that the corner of
the
book should catch the edge of her skirt, raising it to belt level as he
stood.
She seemed not to notice for a moment, and he got the magnificent view
he
craved: Her long, shapely legs, and the sheer fabric that barely
covered
the
triangle where they met.
Carol pressed her skirt back down, backing away in mock alarm. "Doctor,
please.", she protested.
"So sorry", he lied, shifting the book to hide his swollen crotch.
"Perhaps
you could write a paper on this.", he said, offering her the book.
"The Kama-sutra?", she asked in amazement. "That's not even English.
What
are you suggesting?"
Dr. Pringle nearly dropped the book when he saw what his subconscious
had
guided his hand to. "Sorry, wrong book.", he muttered in embarrassment.
Then,
hormones giving him courage, he pressed ahead. "Maybe we could do some
research in this area, anyway.", he offered, stepping forward.
Carol backed away from the amorous instructor, stopping only when her
bottom
met the edge of his desk. He had been following her across the small
office,
and moved in quickly when she seemed to lose her balance. For a moment,
she
had almost lain back across his desk, her hips thrust forward.
Carol had to fight for control as the man wrapped his arms around her.
Her
body wanted a man, but her mind didn't want this one. She felt his hand
fumbling at the back of her skirt, pawing it upwards so he could reach
her
ass.
"Doctor, please.", she protested again, pushing him away. But not too
hard.
Dr. Pringle nearly creamed his pants when his hand encountered the
girl's
bottom. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her naked flesh felt like
warm
satin in his hand. He clutched the marvelous globes of her ass with one
hand,
while his other hand between her shoulder blades pulled her heaving
chest
towards his face. He buried his nose deep in the canyon of her chest,
pressing her back into a sprawl across the desk.
Carol fought to keep him from parting her legs, and twisted away from
him,
rolling to her left. He stayed with her, and she found herself face
down,
bent over his desk. She also felt the rigidity of his cock pressed into
her
bottom. His hands clutched at her breasts as he tried to pull the knit
top
over her head. He succeeded partially, drawing it up to her chin,
bunching
it
up at her armpits. She reached back, trying to draw her skirt over her
naked
ass.
With two quick motions, the doctor seized her wrists, pulling them into
the
small of her back. "This is what you came here for, isn't it?", he
demanded.
Unhooking his belt, he used it to secure the struggling girl's hands in
place.
"You are such a bad girl, coming here this way. Do you need to be
punished,
bad girl?" Hoisting her skirt once more, he feasted his eyes on her
glorious
ass, presented perfectly by her pose.
"No, please, let me go.", Carol continued to protest. She felt his hand
probing the crevice of her bottom, felt it slip down into the cleft of
her
pussy. She knew it would come up wet. His touch brought a moan to her
lips,
and she felt her resistance slipping.
"Such a nasty girl. Would you like a spanking?", he continued, lost in
his
desire. He unhooked his pants, dropping them to his ankles. "Spanking,
or
something better?", he offered. He wanted her, like he had never wanted
a
woman before in his life. He could already feel her, ready to cum as
soon
as
he could get inside her. He would make her cum, over and over again.
She
would beg for more.
Carol continued to whimper protests as he unhooked her g-string panties.
He
stepped between her thighs, opening them like the gates of heaven.
Freeing
his cock from his own shorts, he began to slap his hard meat against her
upturned ass, watching her cheeks jiggle with each blow. "Yes", he
murmured.
"You deserve a spanking." He continued to slap his manhood against the
incredible body spread before him.
"Now, it's time for your reward.", he said with a smile. Taking his
cock in
his hand, he aimed the glistening tip at Carol's dripping pussy and...
froze
in shock.
"Doctor Pringle, what are you doing?", Jenny cried in shock as she stood
in
the open doorway. She watched the man sputter for a few seconds as she
closed
the door behind her.
"It's not what you think.", he protested, striving to cover himself as
he
backed away from the bound girl on the desk.
"I think I had an appointment, but not for this.", Jenny said firmly.
"I told him no.", sobbed Carol, struggling to free her hands from the
crude
restraints.
"Look, I can explain", said the red faced professor.
"Well, go ahead. Explain.", Jenny challenged. "But put your pants on,
first,
ok?."
Carol gathered up her own panties, and tugged her clothes back into
place.
"I
came here to see about my grade.", she sobbed. "He wanted me to do
something
with that.", she continued, indicating the volume of eastern pornography
on
the floor.
"Look, I'm sorry.", he said, desperately. "I thought you were offering
to..."
"Well, I wasn't", Carol said, cutting him off. "I'm calling the police.
I
have a witness." She reached for the phone.
"Please, wait.", he cried in fear. "Look, I'll make it up to you. I
mean,
nothing really happened."
"You call that nothing?", asked Jenny. "It sure looked like something
to
me."
"It sure felt like something to me!", Carol snapped. "You pawed at me,
tied
my hands, tore at my clothes, groped my breasts, and if Jenny hadn't
interrupted you would have, have...", she stammered to a halt, near to
tears.
She couldn't let him know that they were tears of frustration, that she
had
wanted him as much as he had wanted her. The only thing that had kept
her
under control was the bondage: She hated being tied up.
"Please no.", he begged.
"That's cute. 'Please no', huh?", Carol said harshly. "Seems to me
like I
said that a few times. Why should I listen, when you wouldn't."
"Look, I'll do anything. Just don't turn me in. I mean, I've never
done
anything like this before."
"That's not what I hear.", Jenny said knowingly. "I'll tell you what.
We'll
wait a bit before we decide, so everybody has a chance to cool off.
We'll
let
you know."
She ignored the open-mouthed look of fear on his face, took Carol by the
arm,
and helped her out of the office.
Carol waited until they were clear before she spoke. "You sure cut that
close. He was ready to rape me, and I was ready to let him. God, but I
need
to cum."
Jenny guided her friend towards the ladies room. "I have your toy with
me,
so
you can have some relief in a few minutes. And yeah, I guess I did cut
it a
bit close. But I was peeking through the doorway for a couple of
minutes
before I came in. I mean, we needed to catch him with his pants down or
it
wouldn't work. I had to wait."
Much of what she said was lost on Carol, who had grabbed the long black
vibrator from her smaller roommate as soon as they reached the privacy
of the
restroom, and was busily diddling herself with it.
"Ooohhh yes!", she exclaimed in satisfaction as she felt the ribbed
surface
slide into her quivering hole. Rotating the base in small circles to
accentuate the friction, she clicked the rod to its highest setting, and
sat
down in one of the stalls.
Jenny drew the door closed, affording her friend some privacy. "So",
she
mused, "What should we ask for? He said 'anything'".
"We're getting our grades, and I'm getting satisfaction. What more
could
we
waaaant!", Carol replied, her voice trailing into a near shriek as she
came.
The hard rod inside her wasn't as good a a cock, though she was more
expert
than any man could be. But it wasn't the same as having a man's hands
on
her
body, her arms around him, his lips against hers. She kneaded her own
breast
and imagined herself in the arms of a handsome young man. Pumping the
power-
dildo faster, grunting with the effort, she pictured him with his arms
around
her, pulling her tight against him. His lips nuzzled gently at her her
nipples as he eased her down into his lap, impaling her on his manhood.
Holding her with a hand on each side, gripping her lower ribs, he
bounced
her
up and down on his cock, bringing her to ecstasy again and again. Her
breasts
bounced up and down in his face as they picked up the pace. She could
feel
his passion matching hers. He looked at her and...
"Carol? Are you all right?", asked Jenny in a worried tone. "Are you
ok?",
she asked again, rattling the door to the stall.
Carol opened her eyes, the spell broken. "Yeah, I'm ok. It's just the
drug."
"Then we better be careful with that stuff. You were gone for almost
five
minutes."
Carol groaned as she withdrew the long vibrator. She still wanted more,
but
the need was manageable. Grabbing some paper, she cleaned the quiver-
stick and
herself, then straightened her clothes and came out.
"So", she asked her petite roommate. "What are we going to do with the
perverted Dr. Pringle?"
* * * * *
Dr. Pringle gulped as he signed the confession. "You agreed", he
reminded
the
girls. "You get your grades, and we forget that this ever happened."
"That's right, but don't forget the rest.", Carol warned. "If we ever
hear of
you trying to trade for grades again, this goes to the police."
The instructor nodded silently, wishing that this could all be over. He
wouldn't get to play with the little girls again, but that beat losing
his
job, and was definitely better than going to jail.
Carol accepted the paper from the sweating instructor and placed it
inside
her
notebook.
As the two lovely conspirators filed out of the office, Carol couldn't
help
but smile. "Once again, the campus is safe for pretty girls. Come
Tonto,
our
work is done!"
Until the next time.
End of Chapter 4
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