THE ANIMAL STUDENT
By Carlotta Graham


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself
for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those
who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Janet Pitman sat back in her hard seat and waited for the lecture to begin. It was her
first class on her first day at State University, and she tried to appear calm and
composed as she glanced back and forth from the clock to her open notebook. Five
minutes to go...
The lecture hall was bigger than anything Janet had ever imagined. Already there must
be over a hundred students occupying the front seats, and there was room for a good
two hundred more farther back. How can they ever teach so many people at once? she
wondered, remembering the classes at her small, rural high school. The biggest class
had been physical education, and there had only been thirty-one girls in it – the whole
female portion of the senior class at Thackery High School in Milltown.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, just as they did in a theater, and a yellowish white stage
light illuminated the podium. The professor, a stocky, imposing man, marched self
assuredly toward the spotlight, carrying a sheaf of papers in his hand. He set his papers
down on the podium, and gazed out over the earnest, slightly apprehensive faces of his
freshman students.
"I hope you're all in the right lecture hall," he began, his voice sounding gravelly and
unnaturally loud. "I am Dr. Kelsey, and the class is Psychology 169, Freshman Sexual
Education..."
He paused, and a few nervous students stood up and hurriedly shuffled out of the door.
Janet sighed with relief. She would have been too ashamed to admit that she had come
to the wrong room, and she was glad she had studied . the campus map so carefully
before she left her dormitory.
"Fine," Dr. Kelsey nodded, smiling slightly. He rolled over a green chalkboard, and
wrote down the names of three books that were going to be required reading, and seven
more that were optional. Janet carefully copied all the titles down in her notebook, and
waited for the professor to explain the additional requirements of the class.
"As you all know," he began somewhat pompously, "this university is famous for the
magnificent strides we have made in the field of human sexual response in the past ten
years. Our studies go on continuously, and as part of your requirements for fulfilling
freshman sex ed, we are asking that each one of your participate in one or more of
these studies. A list of on-going experiments is being handed out by my assistant,
Andrea Meyers..." He nodded toward a pretty brunette woman of about twenty-five
apparently a graduate student under his tutelage. She walked slowly up the aisle,
distributing yellow lists to all the students.
Janet got hers before most of the other students, and she took a couple minutes to go
over the list before Dr. Kelsey continued with his lecture. The titles were fascinating
and confusing: "Epidermal and Endodermal Response,"
"Sexual Behavior of Primates,"
"Shock Treatment and Inhibition,"
"Inter-Species Copulation". The words were too scientific for Janet to grasp completely,
but during the course of the lecture, Dr. Kelsey explained what most of the experiments
concerned, and he suggested that each student get signed up today, to avoid being
assigned an experiment later on in the semester.
"I know some of you are worried about what you'll be required to do in these tests. Let
me assure you that they have all been carefully and painstakingly designed to be
psychologically and biologically safe. You have nothing to worry about... For example,
the shock treatment experiment involves only mild shock, such as the type you might
receive from clothing you remove from the dryer."
Then, Dr. Kelsey pointed to a row of tables, where graduate students sat with sign-up
sheets. The titles of the experiments they were working on were printed on large cards,
placed in front of each experimenter, and the freshmen were asked to sign up for the
experiment that most interested them.
Janet looked around nervously at the faces of her fellow students. For several seconds,
no one approached the tables, and she was afraid the professor would be annoyed. She
looked over the faces of the ten young graduate students, not knowing quite what she
was looking for, but definitely wanting to stall. There was something ominous about
participating in a sexual education experiment... What if they wanted her to... well, have
intercourse... or something? God, I'm a virgin, she reminded herself, as if her sexual
status was somehow threatened.
She knew that many girls her age – almost eighteen – had had enough sexual
experience to be experts on the subject of intercourse, but she, Janet Pitman, had come
from a strict family in a small town, and she didn't know what to expect at all! For a
moment, she wished she had let her high school boyfriend, Danny Landers, do what he
had wanted to do that night, after the football game... It had felt so good, the way he
had stroked her large, budding breasts through the tight sweater of her cheerleader's
uniform. His hot, rough fingers on the insides of her legs had nearly driven her up the
wall, and she could almost feel the strange, seeping moisture growing between her legs,
just thinking about it!
But she had been a good girl – her father's only daughter, a top student, and active in
school affairs. She had realized her position in the minds and hearts of all the residents
of Milltown, and she had stopped Danny at the last minute... just as he was about to
insert the huge, eager head of his penis right between the virgin folds of her vagina. She
remembered with horror how angry he had suddenly become, and how she had tried to
placate him by jacking him off the way she had seen her brother doing to himself
once... But although it had temporarily calmed him down, Janet's relationship with
Danny had never been the same, and when she had decided to go away to college
instead of attending the junior college in the neighboring town, their romance had
cooled completely.
Suddenly, Janet's reverie was interrupted by the voice of Dr. Kelsey. "I notice some of
you are having trouble deciding what to sign up for... May I give you a few things to
consider? The epidermal and endodermal experiment measures skin reaction, and if you
have sensitive skin or scars, you would be better off with another study. If you grew up
on a farm, or are familiar with animals, you might try the inter-species copulation
experiment – it requires familiarity with animals..."
That was all Janet needed to hear. At home her father had raised dairy cattle, and she
herself had been a champion breeder in the 4H Club in her country. She made her way
through the knots of freshmen now gathered around the tables to the line forming in
front of a friendly-looking young man whose name tag read Lonny Simon.
He smiled when the corn silk blonde approached the table. "You look like you're fresh
from the farm," he greeted, nodding approvingly at her voluptuous, healthy curves.
Janet blushed furiously at his instantly correct assessment of her background, and she
could hardly speak when he asked her for her name, age, and phone number.
"Phone number?" she croaked, "why do you need that?"
"Well, we have to set up special appointments, for the experiments," he explained,
trying to slow the incredible inexplicable rise in her heartbeat. She didn't know what
was causing it, but it was the same feeling she got every time she sensed danger. "M-my
room number is 16, but you can just ask for me at the desk, too..."
"Okay, thanks, Janet," Lonny smiled warmly. "We'll be contacting you sometime next
week... Next?" he said, turning to the girl behind Janet.
When one of the girls in the dorm knocked on Janet's door to tell her she had a phone
call, Janet's heart immediately began to thud, and she knew even before picking up the
receiver that it was Lonny Simon and the sex ed experiment.
"H-Hello?" she whispered uncertainly into the receiver. "Janet? This is Lonny, from
your sex ed class... We're beginning the first stage of our study this week, and I'd like to
know when you'd have about an hour to go through the test..." Janet couldn't force her
mind to think. Her schedule of freshman classes suddenly left her, and she didn't even
know what day it was. "I – um... When would it be convenient for you?" The older boy
on the other end of the line laughed wryly. "I'm stuck in the experimental lab all day
every day, until I get my PhD... Do you have a class after sex ed tomorrow? That time
slot is free..."
"S-sex ed?" Janet repeated, as if she couldn't remember what it was. "Um, okay... I have
two hours off before Western Civ..."
"Great! I'll put you down for right after class, in lab 602, in the biology building..."
"Biology building," she repeated dazedly.
"Yeah, we have to do our tests there, because the psych building doesn't have the
facilities for taking care of the animals... See you after class," he said jauntily, and hung
up.
Janet was inexorably apprehensive the next day in class. She could hardly listen to Dr.
Kelsey's lecture, even though he was talking about the moral aspects of sex and how
they were different all around the country, and Janet had been looking forward to his
lecture all week. Her notes were scrawled and disjointed, and her mind kept wandering
over a collage of images from Milltown... Danny Landers and his probing fingers, her
father's bull Blackie, breeding with Daisy the cow to produce Janet's prize calf, Angie,
when she was only twelve years old. God, for someone who's seen animals copulating
all her life, you're sure being squeamish, she scolded herself, but it didn't help. There
was nothing she could do to beat down the nervousness. When the bell rang and Dr.
Kelsey dismissed the class, Janet had to force herself to stand up and walk out, heading
in the direction of the huge, plate-glass biology building.
In front of the door marked "602" there was another young man, who greeted her
before she had a chance to knock.
"Janet Pitman?" he guessed, covering the doorway with his body to block her passage.
"They're not quite set up in there. I'm Matt, Lonny's collaborator... I have to tell you a
little bit about the experiment before you go in..."
"Okay," Janet shrugged. Matt was considerably shorter than Lonny, and he had a thin,
studious-looking face, that gave the impression of a serious scholar, totally unlike the
open, friendly features of the other graduate student.
"Lonny and I designed this experiment to test human responses to various different
types of inter-species sexual involvement. Do you know what that means?"
Janet had to shake her head.
"Inter-species means between two different species... it's important in animal breeding."
"Oh," Janet said slowly. "I know about animal breeding, but it's all very simple, isn't
it?"
"Simple breeding is, yes," Matt went on. "but some of the most effective inter-breeding
of different species meets the resistance of a lot of farmers, because of their feelings
about sex, and we're testing the possibilities of behavior conditioning to remove this
resistance..." The graduate student's words were too technical for Janet to understand,
but she thought she grasped the gist of what he was saying. He was trying to teach
people not to be afraid to try new ideas... She wanted to tell him that her father was a
farmer and that he'd bred different varieties of dairy cows for as long as she could
remember, but she didn't say anything. Surely the older, better-informed student would
be well aware of anything she, a lowly freshman, could tell him. Instead of speaking,
she patiently listened to the rest of his explanation, and accepted a questionnaire that he
handed her to fill out, before going in the room.
Janet sat down in a chair outside the lab, and began filling in the answers to the
questions. At first, it was easy, and she thought the questions were dumb, but as she
worked her way down the sheet, she found herself blushing helplessly, and her stomach
seemed to have butterflies flitting around in it. The questions were becoming
increasingly more personal, such as "Do you think you are sexy?" and "Do you prefer
oral or anal sex over conventional genital sex?" Toward the end of the questionnaire,
the questions were completely beyond Janet's experience or imagination, and she had to
leave most of the answer spaces blank.
Sheepishly she handed the sheet back to the experimenter, and he silently let her into
the laboratory.
It was like no scientific lab Janet had ever envisioned. There were no test tubes, or
elaborate machines, no work tables, no mad scientists. Instead, the floor was carpeted
with a plush, deep wine colored shag carpet, and the only furniture it contained were
two huge off-white armchairs and a gigantic, king-size bed, with a rich red velvet
bedspread. The walls were papered with a busy, filigree design in red and gold, giving
the spacious room a closeness that was unnerving. The three doors leading into the
room were also covered over with wallpaper, so it was hard to distinguish them from
the walls. Janet sat alone, hardly daring to look around her, until Dr. Kelsey walked in.
He settled into the unoccupied armchair and began to talk to Janet in a soft, low
monotone, just the opposite of the voice he used in lectures.
"I'm Lonny and Matt's faculty advisor," he explained. "This experiment they're doing is
part of a research project I myself am conducting, so I'm asking you for your complete,
objective attention to everything that goes on in here..."
But her attention was distracted by the sudden opening and closing of one of the
camouflaged doors, and she watched with widened eyes as a young, dark-haired woman
entered. She was completely naked, but Janet thought she recognized her as Andrea
Meyers, Dr. Kelsey's assistant.
"Don't mind Andrea," the professor went on, as though nothing was happening. "She's
also part of the study. A very bright girl," he nodded approvingly, and Janet could see
that the older man's eyes were riveted on the girl's voluptuous figure. She was perfectly
proportioned and on her beautiful face was a smile of happy anticipation. She lay back
on the huge, soft-looking bed – completely oblivious to the presence of Dr. Kelsey and
Janet Pitman sitting not ten feet away from her.
"Just watch everything that happens, Janet," the professor droned on, laying his hand
over the back of her chair. The blonde farm girl flinched uncomfortably as the other
two graduate students, Lonny Simon and Mat Cox entered from yet another door and
they too were stark naked!
She averted her eyes and stared down into her lap. The split-second view she had gotten
of their two limp penises, hanging down between their legs was engraved on her mind
screen, and she wanted to remove it, before she could look up. But she didn't have that
opportunity. Dr. Kelsey gently urged her head up, cupping his big, meaty hand under
her chin, whispering soothingly, "Remember, you must watch the whole thing... It's
very important."
Realizing that she really had no choice, at least not while she was sitting right here in
the room with them, Janet forced herself to watch the spectacle that was going on
before her. Lonny and Matt were sitting on the sides of the bed, running their hands
over the sensitive, exposed skin of Andrea's body. Janet could see the girl tense,
trembling as the men's fingertips travelled up and down her torso, lingering
provocatively at certain sensitive areas.
Janet was completely embarrassed, and she tried to shake her long blonde hair down
over her face, so at least the professor couldn't see the fierce red blush that was
suffusing her cheeks. She gasped when Andrea's breasts began to quiver under the two
experimenter's finger's, and she watched in lewd fascination as their nipples sprang up
into visible, turgid, erection. Andrea eased herself up against the headboard of the bed,
posing languidly for the two men who didn't seem to be taking a personal interest in
her body. For a moment, Janet wondered if this was just a routine for them, something
they were so used to doing that it bored them.
Andreas didn't seem to be bored, though, and Janet could see her mouth opening and
closing in anticipation as they began to massage her breasts in tiny teasing circles,
tweaking her nipples into greater hardness. Her legs were pointed straight at Janet and
the professor, and she began to scissor them in and out in her mounting passion. As
they spread ever-wider between strokes, Janet could see the thin slit of her vagina,
nestling like a glistening pink blossom in the soft, dark pubic hair between her thighs.
Her buttocks began to squirm down against the velvet coverlet, and sheer, wanton
desire gleamed in her half-closed brown eyes.
As she sat completely engrossed in what was going on, Janet suddenly realized that she
was breathing harder and her mouth felt dry. Under the expert hands of the two
experimenters, Andrea seemed to be going mad, and as she thrashed about on the now
rumpled bedspread, Janet. could hear her pleading, mewling moans. She was
demanding some kind of release for the excitement her two fellow students had created
in her naked body. Janet squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, feeling the wetness
between her thighs as she wriggled slightly to gain greater contact with the cushions.
The nubby upholstery of the plush chair rubbed excitingly against her tiny clitoris,
through the flimsy fabric of her panties.
With a sudden burst of perspective, Janet realized that what was happening to her was
sexual stimulation. It was the very same feeling she had had with Danny Landers, only
then, it had been his fingers in her virgin pussy and not the salacious view of a
provocative sexual act that had caused the feelings of arousal to course through her
veins. She glanced up at the professor, but he didn't appear to be taking any notice of
her, except for the fact that his hand had slid down the armchair, and was now resting
directly on her shoulder.
Suddenly, Lonny and Matt moved away from the woman on the bed. Janet gasped
aloud in sympathy as she watched Andrea stare pleadingly into their unresponsive
faces. But the brunette was not to be denied... Her voice rose in a high-pitched, frenzied
wail, and Janet instinctively covered her ears to block out the piteous moan.
"Aaaaaah! Oooooooaahhh!"
"No dear," Dr. Kelsey whispered, pulling Janet's hands from her ears. "You've got to
listen to it, too..."
Matt and Lonny disappeared as surreptitiously as they had appeared, leaving Andrea
moaning and twisting on the bed. Tormentedly she began to run her hands madly over
her body, her fingertips dancing over her smooth firm belly and coming to a halt at the
silken dark hair of her pubic mound. Janet could hear her groan as her fingers slipped
downward to the soft, hair-covered lips of her vagina and spread them slowly apart
until the wet pink cleft was fully visible and the glistening mouth-like opening gaped
hungrily. The woman's wanton, grinding movements slowed to a halt as she slowly
inserted her own middle finger into the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
Janet felt petrified with shock as she watched the woman stroking her bud-like clitoris
while she and Dr. Kelsey were right there in the room. Didn't she sense their presence?
Or was she simply performing, specifically for their benefit? Her agitation seemed too
real, and Janet's own sympathy was too strong for it to be a contrived act. Andrea was
really suffering, alone on the bed, and now Janet, too, began to feel the need for sexual
release.
The professor's hand dropped suggestively over her shoulder, pulling her bra strap
down with it, right through the material of her blouse. Janet tried to push the strap up
again, with her fingers, but Dr. Kelsey again stifled her movement.
"The bed," he whispered. "Keep watching Andrea on the bed..."
Janet felt hypnotized into immobility by the sensuous movements of the woman on the
bed. The writhing brunette had already added her index finger to the other one working
itself inside the warm pink edges of her excitedly contracting cunt. Her legs thrashed
out and her hips rose and fell in time with the deep probing thrusts of her two fingers.
Then, Janet gasped as she saw the woman add a third finger to the invasion of her wet
vaginal passage, widening the surrounding pink lips until they were thin with the
stretching strain.
The shock of the sight brought the tense blonde freshman back to reality, and only the
professor's tight grasp on her upper arm and breast kept her from jumping up and
leaving the room. If the experimenters wanted to know how she reacted to this lurid
scene, they would have their answer, the girl thought, when she bolted from the room!
And this is supposed to be animal intercourse! she thought sarcastically, when she
suddenly remembered that it was an experiment. This was nothing more than
pornography!
Dr. Kelsey seemed to sense her inner turmoil, and he leaned over to whisper. "The test
hasn't even started yet, dear... Please try to be calm and watch what happens... We
don't want to spoil the experiment for the young men, do we?" His patronizing attitude
irked Janet a little, and that there were twenty-five other students participating in the
same series of tests, so it couldn't be all that dangerous.
Defeated, she slumped back into the chair. She tried to imagine what possible
connection the wicked sight of this beautiful woman masturbating could have to her
father's dairy cattle breeding. It occurred to her that maybe she had come to the wrong
place, and that this was some other experiment, but the presence of Dr. Kelsey, and the
realization that Lonny Simon had just left the room told her that she was most
definitely where she belonged. But she still couldn't fathom why she was being made to
watch this private forbidden act.
Andrea was rapidly becoming a crazed sex-demon, her face contorted with the effort of
her frantic manipulations. Janet could see her fingers driving in deeper and tighter into
the pinkly pulsating opening as her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Her
eyes were wild With frustration and she continued trying, her hand beating a mad
rhythm against the jogging, heaving cheeks of her buttocks, faster and wilder with each
passing second. Low, animalistic moans were streaming steadily from her lips now,
assaulting Janet's ears with their yearning, needing resonance.
"Oooooo! Mmmmmph... Aaaagghn!"
Suddenly, Janet herself cried out. "Oh, My God!"
The professor placed a restraining hand over her lips, indicating that she wasn't to
speak. But her eyes were wide with terror – Lonny and Matt had both re-entered the
room, this time leading a huge Great Dane dog on a leash!
The woman on the bed also responded with terror, her hand flying to cover her mouth
as she tried to keep from screaming. Janet shuddered in fear as she saw the woman try
to rise from the bed, but she stopped quickly as the dog bared his teeth and growled
from deep within his belly. Lonny and Matt exchanged lewd glances, as they gradually
loosened the leash, allowing the dog to leap on to the bed, straddling Andrea with all
fours.
"Bu-but... They c-can't do that..." Janet stuttered, turning to look the professor full in
the face. "That's wrong!"
To her surprise, the professor merely nodded, as if making a mental note of her
reaction. With a burst of insight, Janet suddenly though she realized what the
experiment was all about... It wasn't Andrea who was being tested for her sexual
responses; it was Janet, herself! The graduate students and the professor were
discovering and cataloging her own reactions to the salacious scene!
Well, she thought resolvedly to herself, they're not going to scare me with their wicked
act!... Maybe I'm just a farmer's daughter, but I'm not that gullible!
She settled back into her chair, as comfortable as she dared, but she couldn't help
identifying with the woman who lay paralyzed on the bed. The words "inter-species
copulation" kept running inexplicably through her head, and she couldn't seem to
shake them loose. "Inter-species"... between human and canine? It's impossible! She was
tense, no matter how much she tried to relax, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from
the new, horrifying element that had been introduced into the room. The thought of
that beautiful graduate student lying naked and defenseless beneath that monstrous dog
sent unexpected shivers of a strange, feverish excitement tingling through her body.
She trembled slightly, completely mesmerized by her thoughts and the scene, and she
didn't even resist when she felt Dr. Kelsey's hand move back down her arm to cup the
softness of her large, firm breast. She flinched uncomfortably, but she failed to dislodge
the suggestive palm; in fact, she felt his fingers pinching together, trapping the nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, just the way Danny Landers had done back in
Milltown. Oh, God!
What's going on?
Despite her apprehensions, the innocent freshman student was amazed to find that after
a few seconds, the professor's roving fingers actually felt good! Her nipple seemed to be
straining outward, right into his fingers, through the thin fabric of her blouse and the
flimsy lacy shield of her bra.
Suddenly, it seemed silly to her that she had been so frightened a few moments ago.
There was a strange fascination in the lewd debauchery of her surroundings and she no
longer struggled against it as she felt herself being drawn into a whirlpool of new
passions. She squirmed down tighter in her seat, feeling the cushion pressing deeper
into the rapidly moistening slit down between her thighs. The nubby pile of the
armchair fabric excited the sensitive lips of her vagina, right through the crotchband of
her panties.
The sudden touch of the professor's hand on her chin brought her attention back to the
sensuous red bed. The monstrous dog was lowering his head toward the helpless
woman's up-turned cunt, and suddenly his tongue lolled out and slid over the tender
pink flesh, all the way from the tight puckered anus to the tiny burning nodule of her
clitoris. The dog's stubby tail trembled as though he had found a wild bitch in heat.
Andrea tensed, trying to squirm away, and Janet watched as Lonny and Matt moved
closer to the bed, restraining her on either side by their presence. The dog dropped his
great head and lapped again, his long flat tongue parting her softly curling hair and
flicking relentlessly between the woman's widespread legs, stopping intermittently to
curl its way deep into her nakedly writhing pussy.
Janet's entire body was covered with goose bumps, and she wriggled around in her
chair, hoping the professor wouldn't notice her agitation. She couldn't believe the
change that was coming over Andrea on the bed. The older girl's terrified squirming
had ceased, and she had begun to raise her buttocks up off the mattress to meet each
stroking lick of the Great Dane's long, saliva-dripping tongue. Then, to Janet's shocked
amazement, the woman – her eyes bulging with desire – reached down and grasped
the dog's head, kicking her legs up to pull the dog's nose deep into her well-lubricated
vulva.
It was as though Andrea had gone mad! Jerking and writhing on the velvet coverlet, she
thrust her pelvis up to meet each ravishing thrust of the animal's giant tongue. Her lips
stretched out, baring her teeth, and Janet could hear her incoherent moans and shrieks
of delight, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal drooling between her grinding
upturned ass-cheeks for more.
But once again, Janet saw that the woman was apparently going to be denied her
fulfillment. Matt was pulling the animal back away from Andrea, commanding, "Back,
boy! Ease off, Thrasher!" Lonny leaned over and whispered something to the woman
that Janet couldn't hear, and then Andrea's face became a mask of indignance and
horror. But in a matter of seconds the expression vanished, to be replaced by a mixture
of resignation and uncontrolled lust. Her apparent resistance had dissolved under the
maddening torture of the Great Dane's tongue and now – Oh, God! She can't! –
Andrea was reaching down to touch the sheath that enclosed the beast's penis!
Janet's heart beat crazily as she watched the brunette woman take hold of the hairy
sheath and begin milking it, first gently, then with increasing confidence. Janet flinched
in fear as the animal began responding, his natural savage lust kindling and jerking his
muscles to life. Andrea labored slowly and carefully, squirming her own buttocks into
the velvet bedspread to further ignite the fires raging in her loins.
A strange combination of pleasure and fear showed on the woman's face as the
glistening wet penis slipped out from its furry casing, dancing and jumping in her hand
as Thrasher began to hump obscenely and squirt tiny jets of semen onto the bed. Then,
Lonny spoke in a clear sharp voice.
"Kneel up, Andrea... Thrasher's coming up..."
The beautiful, lust-driven graduate student obeyed instantly, twisting around on the
mattress until she was on her hands and knees.
Janet's mind was a whirl of confusion of mistrust, but her body was reacting of its own
accord. The insistent aching hunger deep in her belly was getting stronger every
moment she sat there viewing the obscene spectacle. She was breathing harder, almost
gasping for air as she squirmed frantically down against the soft cushion with the
dampened, swollen lips of her burning pussy, trying vainly to quell the newly-aroused
needs that were driving her to distraction. The professor's hands were working expertly
over her heaving breasts, making her feel more distressed, and yet she could not find
the will to ask him to stop. Glassy-eyed, she gazed in abject fascination at the strange
drama that was being enacted before her innocent eyes.
Andrea was kneeling in the center of the bed now, elevating her widespread buttocks
before the slavering face of the aroused beast who had leapt up behind her on the bed.
Matt still held his leash, though, holding Thrasher back until Andrea turned around.
"Let him go, Matt!" she pleaded through lust-contorted lips. "I can't wait any longer!"
Her impassioned plea was answered instantly as the serious-looking graduate student
released the sex-crazed brute. Thrasher mounted Andrea immediately, planting his paws
on her back. Janet noticed for the first time that some kind of cloth had been wrapped
around his forefeet to protect the lovely girl's back from his sharp claws. The dog's
turgid penis quickly found the hot wet crevice between the woman's parted thighs, and
the animal shuddered and humped as he tried desperately to find the opening to plunge
his thick, glistening shaft into.
Wild with desire, Andrea began to rotate her pelvis, trying to capture the dripping
scarlet rod in her starving vaginal cleft as the dumb beast mindlessly thrust forward,
missing the target each time. Again and again the narrow point slid unsuccessfully
down the hair-framed valley, rubbing maddeningly against the woman's distended
clitoris.
Janet held her breath, in agony with the woman on the bed, sharing her frustrations,
wantonly grinding her own pelvis into the fabric of the cushion. Somewhere, deep in
her mind, she desperately wished that she, Janet, not the beautiful graduate student,
was up on that bed, waiting for the huge animal to skewer her on his long, throbbing
scarlet cock.
At last, tossing aside all dignity and shame, Andrea boldly and deliberately reached back
to grasp the canine's long, slippery penis in her hand and guided the point of it into her
pink wet slit. Her body shook and jerked as the strain of the animal's weight was thrust
against her. Thrasher lunged forward, stroking into her, inch after inch of his thick
cock disappearing into her with each new pile-driving thrust of his lean furry flanks.
Unconsciously, Janet let out a great sigh of contentment when she saw that at last the
great cock had slid all the way into the other woman's tortured pussy, spreading the
vaginal lips wide apart. Wasting no more time, the Great Dane began to slam in and
out of the woman's cunt, his relentless power and rhythm making him seem like some
kind of huge furry machine created just for that purpose.
As his forelegs trapped her waist, Andrea began to undulate her body and move her
satiny ass in tiny lewd circles, grinding back rhythmically to meet each forward lunge of
the monstrous dog. Her face was contorted in rapture and her taut, swollen breasts
danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, as the beast pounded into her from behind, a
relentless piston of gleaming red flesh driving deeper and deeper into her hungrily
contracting belly.
Janet's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat as the strange scene before her
took more and more effect on her young body and vulnerable mind. Her breath was
now coming in tight, laborious gasps, and her whole body felt as if it had an electric
current running through it, making each nerve tingle with a fiery sensation that was
completely new to her. The casual skirt and blouse that she wore seemed to be
strangling her, and she felt as if she could just strip them off, and join in the
debauchery going on right in front of her.
Is this what's supposed to happen? she wondered briefly. Dr. Kelsey's wandering hands
seemed to be taking more and more liberty with her straining young breasts, and she
didn't seem to have the desire to make him stop. She was sure now that he could read
clearly the inner turmoil she was suffering, and she wondered if this was the kind of
reaction he was looking for. Was he remembering everything she did, to write down in
some notebook somewhere? Was Andrea a willing accomplice in this lewd, perverted
experiment?
The questions whirled crazily through the freshman's brain as she turned her attention
back to the scene on the bed. It was clearly evident now that Andrea was thoroughly
immersed in her task, whether her original sensuality had been play-acted or not. She
was completely mad with lust, and her continuous moans of desire pierced the thick,
heavy air of the room. She had been so poised and beautiful at the beginning of the
experiment... but now she no longer seemed human. She was nothing but a shaking
mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh, begging to be subjugated and defiled. She was
revelling in her debasement, uncaring, no longer capable of contemplating the nature or
purpose of the test designed by her fellow students. All she could imagine was the
tremendous shaft of animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her roundly stretched
pussy, causing her to grind back against the hairy, jerking body like an animal herself.
Gleaming rivulets of moisture trickled down from the crevice of Andrea's rotating
buttocks, trailing down the back of her thighs, soaking the velvet coverlet between her
straining legs.
Janet suddenly felt the intense gaze of the professor trained directly on her young,
innocently baffled face. She was afraid to look at him, and yet, her consciousness was
being invaded by his stare, his close presence, and the insistent touch of his hands on
both of her firm, mounding breasts. She wanted to squirm away, to shout out at him to
stop, but she was frozen to the chair in abject apprehension.
She tried to keep her eyes focused straight ahead on the jouncing deep red mattress, but
suddenly the perversely coupled pair began to jerk and quake in an even faster rhythm,
and Janet was filled with genuine fear. The woman was thrashing insanely on the bed,
screwing her buttocks back against the dog like a mare in heat bucking against a wild
stallion. Her head shook madly from side to side, tossing her long, dark locks around
her like a dark, evil halo. Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling as she entered the first
throes of her orgasm.
The huge dog's tongue hung from his mouth dripping saliva onto Andrea's arching
back as he fucked into her desperately grinding buttocks. Janet could see her
shuddering and tensing as she rammed back against the dog's flanks. At the same
moment, Thrasher almost jumped forward, driving his crimson cock deep into her
undulating womb as he began spewing his hot creamy sperm in hard jets deep into the
woman's hungrily contracting belly.
Absolutely mesmerized by the sight before her, Janet gaped as the woman's buttocks
tensed spasmodically and a violent orgasm turned her body into a taut, trembling vise,
squeezing the animal's penis so hard that thick streams of viscous liquid oozed out of
her clenching cunt and dribbled down her thighs in thin, sticky trails of expended
desire.
The dog growled urgently, his mouth and eyes glazed over with the uncontrollable
energy he was exerting. Andrea matched his growls with low, rapturous groans of her
own, and the heady aroma of their mutual orgasm filled the room and almost caused
Janet to cry out.
Andrea's backside glistened, displaying drenched, matted pubic hair and flushed pink
skin as she fell forward on her face, collapsing in utter exhaustion. Above her, Thrasher
regained his footing and stood on the end of the bed, head high, tail wagging happily.
Janet sat frozen in her seat as Dr. Kelsey removed his hands from their teasing position
on her breasts. Lonny and Mat disappeared through one of the camouflaged doors,
leading Thrasher behind them. Andrea remained motionless on the bed, totally
oblivious to the professor and student with whom she was sharing the room.
"What did you think, Janet?" the professor asked aloud, in his gravelly voice.
"I... um, well..." the embarrassed young girl stammered. She wanted more than
anything to leave this room, to get away from the scene of such a perverted and exciting
act as the one she had just witnessed. Dr. Kelsey sensed her desire to leave, and he laid
his hand over her wrist.
"Don't be shy, dear," the professor said gently. "Your feelings are perfectly natural, and
that's what this study is all about... Now in just a few minutes, Matt and Lonny will be
back, to ask you some questions."
"Qu-questions?" Janet stuttered. "You mean it's not over yet?"
"My goodness, no! After this post-test, there will be four more sessions-desensitizing
and resensitizing your attitudes toward sex. I think you'll find the study very
interesting, and I know it will improve your outlook on life and sensuality. I'm going to
leave you now, Janet, but remember, Andrea will be here until Matt and Lonny
return..."
The stocky professor strutted out of the main door to the room, leaving the confused
blonde freshman sitting in her armchair, not knowing whether she should try to talk to
Andrea or not. Oh, God, what is it all about?


Chapter 2

The tall, gorgeous brunette lying on the red velvet bedspread gradually regained her
strength and her breathing returned to normal. She sat up, apparently unaware that she
was completely nude and still carried the lewd scent of dog's cum on the insides of her
thighs and the backs of her legs. She looked around herself dazedly for a few seconds,
and then her eyes rested on the quivering little blonde student, still frozen in her seat.
Andrea Meyers smiled warmly. "I guess you're from Psych 169," she said, pulling
herself up into a full sitting position.
"Y-yes," Janet replied uncertainly. "I'm one of the subjects in the inter-species
experiment."
"You're lucky," the older girl responded. "When I was a freshman, the only experiments
they were doing were dull and boring. I think this one is the most fascinating and
daring in the whole history of sexual research... I'm working on my degree in human
sexual response," she added by way of explanation. "I think you're signed up for the
best study in the whole department right now."
"You do?" The innocent freshman was genuinely surprised.
"Oh, sure! This series of tests will really open your eyes to a lot of fantastic things," the
graduate student enthused. "By the way, are you a virgin?"
The frank candor of the naked woman's question shocked Janet beyond
comprehension. Back at home in Milltown, she had never discussed her sexual status
with anyone, except Danny Landers out of necessity, and her best friend, in strictest
confidence. Sex was just something you didn't talk about casually in Milltown, and
Janet was too taken aback to answer right away. Uncontrollably, she began to blush,
averting her eyes to avoid the older girl's inquisitive gaze.
"Oh, you are a virgin, then," Andrea guessed. "But don't worry about it... You won't be
by the time the tests are over..."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Janet demanded uncertainly. "I thought all the experiments
were safe!"
Andrea screwed her eyes up quizzically. "Sex isn't dangerous, honey! Where'd you get
that idea?... Come over here a minute," she added, patting the bed beside her.
The nervous freshman stood up hesitantly and inched toward the rumpled, cum-stained
velvet-covered bed. She couldn't help but look at the still damp spot of mixed canine
and human lust secretions glistening in a little pool at the foot of the bed. The dark
haired graduate observed her closely.
"Go ahead, touch it if you like," she instructed. "It'll help you get over your
inhibitions..."
Janet bent over, extending a trembling finger toward the sticky clear puddle. It was still
warm to her touch as she slowly flicked just the very tip of her middle finger over the
moist stain.
"Oh!... My God!" she exclaimed, raising her fingertip to her flaring nostrils so she could
inhale the pungent, lust-inspiring scent. "I-it... smells weird..."
"What does it make you think of?" the older girl prompted.
"I-I don't know... Sex?" Janet replied, as if she was only guessing.
"Sure, that's part of it," Andrea agreed. Again she patted the mattress beside her,
indicating that she wanted Janet to sit next to her on the bed. The blonde freshman
climbed up nervously beside the beautiful naked woman, sitting stiffly with her legs
hanging over the edge.
"Not like that, honey... Like this." Andrea reached over and pulled the young girl's legs
up onto the mattress, twisting her body around so she was half-sitting against the
headboard. The graduate student's hands felt strangely warm and comforting on Janet's
bare skin, and the flicker of apprehension that had been growing in her brain began to
subside.
Andrea's voice became huskier and soft, as she began to speak in a low, throaty
whisper. "I just want to test your sexual reactions, honey... I'm going to touch you with
my hands, and I want you to relax and let your mind wander. It's no good to allow
yourself to worry... Just relax... Let your body feel what's happening..."
As she spoke, her hands were rubbing up and down the exposed length of Janet's
young, white thigh, shoving gently at the hem of her skirt, pushing it farther up with
each long, slow stroke. The older girl's fingertips were light, teasing, and Janet began to
relax against her will and better judgment. Inexplicable little thrills were shivering up
her spine, not unlike the thrills she had experienced while watching the dark-haired
beauty and the canine beast engaged in their lewd copulation. The blonde girl even
dared to close her eyes, not thinking about anything but the low, melodious drone of
the older girl's voice.
"That's right, honey... Relax... I'm going to pull down your panties now, but nothing
bad will happen to you... You like my hands on your legs, don't you? I can feel your
skin getting all hot and tingly, just like mine got when Thrasher licked my pussy...
Would you like me to lick your pussy, dear?... Would you like to feel my tongue
between your legs...?"
Even the lewd words and suggestions failed to arouse Janet from the deep, lustful
enjoyment she was feeling, as the graduate's hands slithered closer and closer to her
forbidden triangle, tugging at the elastic crotchband of her panties. The younger girl
even flexed her hips slightly, in an unconscious effort to help the naked woman slide
her panties down over her creamy smooth thighs. She opened her eyes as she felt the
cool, moist air of the room wash over her exposed loins, and it was then that her mind
was jerked back to consciousness.
"What are you doing?" she demanded suddenly, blushing as she noticed the wispy
blonde vee of her pubic mound fully naked before the other girl's eyes.
"It's called de-sensitizing, dear," Andrea explained calmly. "You were doing just fine up
until now... Why don't you just lie back again and relax?... I'm only going to stroke
your little pussy..."
Janet regarded her mistrustfully. This wasn't supposed to be part of the experiment!
Janet was supposed to be talking to Lonny and Matt, now, about the perverted canine
human act she had just witnessed. What was this older student doing? And worse, what
was she intending to do? Did she really mean what she said about licking Janet's pussy?
Oh, God, no! It's wrong! It's forbidden! her distressed mind screamed. No one's
supposed to touch me down there, not until I'm married, she repeated mentally, the
way she had a hundred times before, ever since she had turned twelve. That time after
the football game with Danny Landers she had come close – too close for comfort –
and she certainly couldn't allow herself to give in now – especially to another woman!
And yet... And yet, even as her brain was telling her in no uncertain terms to put an
end to this obscene lesbian stimulation, her body and flesh seemed to be ignoring her
commands.
The woman's hands were snaking through her faint blonde pussy hair now, tickling
lightly over the thin, curling strands. Every so often a finger would seem to stray
downward, below the sparsely covered mound, and tease at the softly pulsing folds of
her untouched vaginal lips, sending shivers of excitement coursing through the young
girl's veins. The moisture that had gathered there in her private place during the
experimental exhibition now seemed to be reheated, re-encouraged, and Andrea stroked
it out from the tiny virginal opening of her cunt to spread over the entire area of her
swelling pussy. The initial droplets were soon joined by more and more of Janet's fresh
young lubricant, and after a short time she found herself undulating her hips slightly,
unconsciously begging the older woman for further stimulation.
Andrea was quick to notice the change that had come over the frightened young
freshman. Almost immediately she slid her whole hand down into the split between
Janet's legs, running her fingers rapidly over the dampening slit that nestled there.
Janet's imagination whirled with visions of the recently witnessed act between Thrasher
and Andrea, and her hips began to rotate involuntarily, in an unconscious simulation of
what she had seen. It felt so good! The poor girl couldn't control or believe the
messages her body was sending to her unaccustomed brain.
She relaxed completely and gave herself over to the delicious torturing sensations that
Andrea's fingers were creating in her most secret parts. It was incredible that such a
salacious, lewd act could produce such delicious thrilling sensations, and Janet was no
match for the erotic stimulation of her most sensitive flesh.
"Oooooooo," she breathed aloud, as Andrea's experienced fingers found the hardening
nub of her clitoris, squeezing and rolling it between her thumb and forefingers.
"Mmmmmmmnnnn..."
"That's right, honey... I knew you'd like it... I knew you'd love to feel my fingers on
your little clit... It's getting so tight, now, honey... And your pussy is so nice and moist...
What does your body want you to do, dear? Listen carefully to what your body is telling
you, and then you tell me..."
"I... I want you to... My body wants to... to... m-make love," she stuttered, through
slightly parted lips. Her tongue felt like a lead weight in her mouth, and her throat was
parched and dry. Her eyes were glazed over with unfamiliar lust, and her brain seemed
to stop functioning, being completely and unnaturally over-loaded with the power of
her passion.
"How, honey?" Andrea prodded, insinuating her long, tapered middle finger just inside
the pulsating lips of Janet's trembling vagina. "How does your body want to make
love?"
"Like that," the freshman replied instantly, shuddering with the intensity of the obscene
pleasure that Andrea's finger caused in her cunt. "Oooooh, God!" the blonde girl
moaned. "Make love to me like that... with your finger..."
The words sounded lurid and illicit pouring from her puritanical mouth, but there was
nothing she could do to control them. Her whole body was shaking spasmodically now,
rocking lewdly with the incredible slashes of arousal that shot through her every nerve.
It was a feeling she had never felt before, not even with Danny Landers, and she
couldn't believe that it was being perpetrated by another woman – a girl only a few
years older than herself, who seemed to read every sign and nuance of her helplessly
aroused young body with startling, lust-inciting accuracy.
Andrea plunged her long slender finger right inside the coralline folds of the freshman's
vaginal flesh. She inserted it carefully but swiftly, avoiding the hymenal membrane that
protected Janet's virginity! She worked it around inside the dark, damp channel,
probing against the tightly resisting wills of the young girl's tender pussy, stroking with
increasing pressure against the soft, yielding flesh.
The blonde girl was bucking up and down on the mattress, and her head was sliding
down into the huge, goose down pillow. Andrea looked up into her innocent, distorted
features, thinking how the mass of golden tresses splayed around her head made her
look like some kind of angel, or cupid, sweetly engrossed in some heavenly activity.
As she watched Janet's wantonly contorting face, Andrea slowly inserted another finger
into her throbbing pussy, listening intently for the girl's moan of acceptance.
"Aaaaaah... Oh, God!" she panted. "Oh, Andrea!"
"Yes, dear... yessss," the dark-haired beauty crooned, laying her face softly against the
girl's perspiring forehead. She planted a soft, butterfly kiss in the corn silk hair framing
Janet's face, and she circled her other arm under the girl's back, to stroke the outside of
her heaving breast through the thin cotton of her blouse.
Janet flinched at the new attentions, but she was beyond protesting. Her pussy was
jerking and the lust-moisture from her dark, hidden womb was seeping in a steady
rivulet all around Andrea's two intruding fingers. The girl opened her eyes and looked
into the graduate student's beautiful face. She let her eyes rove down the woman's lush,
ripened nudity, all the way to the dark curling triangle of her pubic mound, still sticky
with the semen from Thrasher's scarlet penis. For a single lustful second, Janet looked
at Andrea's finger, disappearing into the widely-stretched slit of her own trembling
pussy, and imagined that it was a penis – a long, hard, red throbbing penis...
She imagined that it was going to cum inside her, shoot it's full load of hot, sticky,
viscous fluids right up into her virgin womb, and at that instant, it happened...
"Aaaaahhh!" the blonde cried out. Her whole body seemed to freeze and stiffen just
before the first wave of orgasm came crashing down over her consciousness. She felt her
pussy walls contracting and dilating around the invading fingers of the older student,
and the heated gushes of her fresh young cum spewed out and around the wildly
pulsating opening of her cunt. Andrea's fingers worked feverishly inside the girl's
frantically milking channel, simulating as best she could the jackhammering thrusts of
an ejaculating cock.
Janet's brain seemed to explode simultaneously with her rocking, heaving body. All of
her senses were intensified, and the lights in the close little room seemed to flash like
fireworks, as she felt every square inch of her skin burning as if she was being branded.
The blood rushed hotly through her ears, creating a deafening roar that blocked out
even her own, wanton cries of abandoned pleasure.
"Ooooohhh!!! Aaaaauuuuugggghhh!!!" Andrea's throaty voice continued to purr, urging
the girl on to greater and greater heights of climax, even though Janet could not
understand what she was saying. "Mmmm, wonderful, honey... That's right... just let it
cum... Let your body release everything, my, it's beautiful, dear... Your little cunt is
sooooo beautiful, the way it's cumming... and cumming..."
It seemed like ages before the crashing waves of orgasmic release finally subsided, and
Janet lay gratefully back into the velvet bedspread, exhausted. Andrea carefully re-placed
her twisted little bikini panties and pulled her skirt down delicately to cover them, but
Janet was too drained to notice. She just breathed in huge giant gulps of air, as all her
muscles relaxed into the luxurious mattress.
She didn't even see the lovely, pleasure giving brunette softly step out of the room, and
she was only distantly conscious when Lonny and Matt came in through another door.


Chapter 3

Janet Pitman sat at the desk in her dormitory room and stared out the open window.
Her history book lay open to the first page of the week's reading assignment, but her
mind was in a fog. For two days now, she had been unable to concentrate on any of her
studies, with the exception of the profoundly interesting reading that had been assigned
in freshman sex ed. But no matter how hard she tried to do the reading for her other
classes, the same thing always happened.
Her mind reverted instantly to the plush red decor of lab 602, in the biology building.
In her imagination, she saw lovely Andrea Meyers, kneeling nakedly in the center of
the velvet bedspread while a huge, golden tan Great Dane fucked into her glistening
pussy from behind. Then the now-familiar moisture would gather in her loins, seeping
out to dampen the crotchband of her panties, as she remembered the powerful orgasm
that same woman had induced in her. Her fingers would start creeping down toward
her own crotch area, and she would stroke and probe experimentally between the folds
of her vaginal lips, sending nearly identical shivers up her spine.
Yesterday, she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm for the first time, and today, her
hand dropped uncontrollably to her pubic mound, cupping her wetly pulsing pussy
right through her slacks and panties. She threw her head back and moaned, mentally
counting the days until the next experimental session with Lonny Simon and Matt Cox,
the two graduate students working under her sex ed professor, Dr. Kelsey. She
remembered their whole conversation clearly, and again it began running through her
mind.
First there had been the questions, administered by Matt Cox while she lay on the bed
recovering from the galvanic orgasm she had just experienced. She remembered how
uneasy and nervous she had felt at the time, trying to answer truthfully the intensely
personal questions. She'd managed to respond to most of them without blushing,
mostly because she had heeded the older girl's advice and made a genuine effort to
relax. But as she had gradually become aware of both young men's fixed gazes, roaming
freely over the voluptuous young curves of her womanly body, Janet had become
increasingly ill-at-ease. Finally, she had summoned up the courage to ask them to
hurry, and it was then than Lonny spoke up.
"It appears," he began slowly, "that from your test answers and your reactions to this
experiment, you are responding just like a virgin... Is that true?"
Janet shuddered as she remembered how she had sat bolt upright on the bed, and slid
her feet down to the floor. The way he made the pronouncement, as if it was some kind
of accusation, or something to be ashamed of, made her bristle inwardly, and she stood
up for the first time during the interview.
"I-I... Well, I just don't believe it!" she had stuttered. "What kind of psychology
experiment is this, anyway? I've answered all your questions and I've watched that...
that dog act... What else do you expect me to do?" The flood of indignant words came
flowing out unchecked, and when she paused for breath, she was instantly appalled by
what she had said. Both Matt and Lonny were staring at her incredulously, and she felt
her face growing deep red as her knees threatened to give way under her weight. God!
What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into now?
"Are you finished?" Matt said finally, in a calm tone tainted with just a hint of sarcasm.
"If you'd rather not continue with this experiment, I'm sure Dr. Kelsey could reassign
you to one that would be more suitable to your taste..."
"I-I'm sorry," was all she had managed to say. She didn't remember what the rest of the
interview was about, but her mind mulled over Lonny's final remark.
"I'll be looking forward to correcting your condition for you, Janet," he had said, and
the warm smile on his face had been genuine.
Oh, what did he mean? the girl thought over and over again. Was he talking about her
indignance... or her unwillingness to participate fully in the experiment?... Or was it...
her virginity?!
She looked in despair at her open history book. She knew she wasn't going to get
anything done – not yet, anyway. If only it was already Monday, and she was already
back in the experimental lab...

* * *

To Janet, the days between Thursday and Monday seemed like weeks, and when she
finally went in for the second session of the inter-species study, her mind was refreshed,
and her innocence of the week before had begun to return. She'd almost forgotten
about the weird, frightening, and at the same time arousing sexual copulation that had
been enacted for her, and her inexperienced brain was unconsciously ready to be
shocked again. She would never know just how perfect she was as a subject in Lonny
Simon's and Matt Cox's experiment.
The door to biology lab 602 was closed when she arrived, and this time, no one was
outside to give her instructions. She hesitated at the door a minute, checked her watch,
and looked up and down the hallway to see if there was anyone around. Maybe Matt
would be coming in a few minutes, she decided. After all, she was five minutes early.
She sat down in the desk-chair that was still outside the door, the chair she had sat in
to fill out the pre-test questionnaire a week ago.
From inside the room, Janet could hear strange, muffled sounds, creeping out around
the edges of the door in sporadic bursts, like someone coughing. She shuddered when
she imagined that it was Thrasher again, growling and drooling as he humped lovely
Andrea Meyer's kneeling body. But the sounds were human... Janet leaned her ear close
to the door, to try to determine whether the person was talking, groaning, or what...
"Mmmmmph... Uuuuuunnnnhhh... Oooooooooo!" the voice wailed.
It was answered by a deeper sound, a muffled male voice, Janet thought, but she could
only make out a few words. "... like... you bitch!... your pussy!"
What's happening in there?! It sounds like they're torturing somebody! Suddenly
Janet's natural fear and apprehension were awakened, and she strained to hear more.
Briefly she wondered if the person – she assumed it was a woman – needed help...
Should she open the door?
As if in answer to her imagined question, the wailing voice spoke, and her words were
clear and distinct: "Yesssss, do it like that... That's how I want you to do it to me..."
Somewhere in her consciousness, Janet heard the words ringing with familiarity. Wasn't
that almost what she had said to Andrea, when the older girl had. begun stroking her,
Janet's, moistly dilating little vagina? God, they must be... f-fucking her! Janet tried to
imagine who the woman – or girl – in the room was. Was she another participant in
the experiment? Was she an innocent girl like herself, being hopelessly aroused and
tortured by the expertise of someone's wandering hands – or possibly a thick, lust
hardened cock? Oh, no! What if that happens to me?
For an instant, Janet felt as if she should run away. No one knew she was out here,
yet... They would never have to know. She could just walk out, calmly, and never
return... She could sign up for another experiment, to fulfill her psychology
requirement...
But even as she mulled the idea, Janet knew she was helplessly rooted to the floor. She
wasn't going anywhere, and she knew it. She had looked forward to this all week, and
even though her memory of the last session had become distorted and vague, the tense
anticipation in her tingling body was definite and profound. She sat back down in the
chair, allowing her imagination to run wild, spurred on by the lustful sounds emanating
from the strange biology laboratory.
In a few minutes, the moans and cries from the room subsided, and Janet peeked up
again as she heard what sounded like several people shuffling around and moving
furniture. Seconds later, the door flew open, and Janet looked up to see the slightly
flushed, but still earnest face of Matt Cox.
"Oh, hi," he said, and his voice sounded breathy, as though he was panting. He wore a
white lab coat, but Janet looked down, and his legs were bare.
Oh God! she shuddered inwardly.
"You're a little bit early," the graduate student remarked, "or else we're running late...
Did anyone tell you what this experimental session was about?"
"Noooo," the blonde girl shook her head. She didn't tell him that she had been sitting
outside the door for nearly ten minutes, and that she had gotten an idea of what would
take place.
"Well," Matt said, breathing easier now, "this is the fantasy portion of the test... We
want you to tell us your sexual fantasies..." Janet nodded hesitantly. She stood up, to
enter the room, but Matt hurriedly shut the door and stepped out into the hall.
"They're not quite set up in there... You see, we have a lot of props, sort of, for this
experiment..." He leaned back against the wall in the corridor, and Janet sat back down
in the desk chair.
"Is there a... a questionnaire to fill out first?" she asked.
"No, not this time. This time we just want you to tell us... So we can help you act out
your fantasies..."
"Act them out?" Janet repeated, almost to herself. Her suspicion was aroused now, and
she thought she knew what had just happened to some other innocent young girl in the
lust-inspiring red room. The phrase "sexual fantasies" began to turn over and over in
her mind, although no concrete images sprang up to help her understand. Maybe
there's something wrong with me, she thought slowly. Maybe I don't even have any
sexual fantasies... She looked up helplessly into Matt's studious face. His expression was
blank, giving her no hints as to what he expected. In fact, his eyes were nearly closed,
and he seemed to be thinking of something else altogether.
Inexplicably, this made the farm girl from Milltown slightly angry. He was supposed to
be a scientist, interested in what she thought and said, and yet he seemed to be off in a
world of his own. She suddenly had a totally unexpected image of him being raped, or
seduced, by a gorgeous sex-goddess, who forced him to pay attention to her by teasing
and torturing him with her hands and body. Slowly the sex-goddess took shape in
Janet's mind – a tall, voluptuous shape, with a beautiful face... the face of Andrea
Meyers.
Janet was surprised to notice a twinge of jealousy entering her brain. Why should it be
Andrea Meyers that played the part of the sex-goddess? Why shouldn't it be she, Janet,
who had the power to subdue strong men, just with the influence of her sex?
And then, the freshman's eyes widened with sudden comprehension. This is a sexual
fantasy! I'm fantasizing about seducing Matt Cox! The revelation embarrassed her, and
she looked up fearfully to see if the graduate student had read her thoughts. But he
hadn't... He was still resting wearily against the wall outside the door to lab 602.
A slight knock from inside signalled that the room was ready. Matt stood up away from
the wall, and placed his hand on the doorknob.
"I want you to just sit down where ever you want, once you get inside," he instructed.
"No one's going to talk to you... We just want you to let your imagination wander..."
Then, he abruptly flung open the door, and walked in so fast that Janet couldn't even
see where he was going.
But she couldn't even make herself think about it, as soon as her eyes focused on what
was in the deep red confines of the room. All the lights were turned down, bathing
everything in a dull orange. The bed and the two armchairs were there as before, but
nothing else was the same...
Three naked men posed languidly in different positions. One lay across the bed, one sat
with his leg resting carelessly over the arm of one of the chairs, and the third leaned
casually against the wall, smoking a cigarette. It took Janet a full minute to recognize
the men as her psychology professor and the two graduate students who were
conducting the experiment.
But they weren't in the room alone... Andrea Meyers, also completely nude, smiled at
Janet from one corner of the room, and at her feet sat the calm, compliant form of
Thrasher, the dog who had so wickedly violated her only last week. And there was
another dog, too... a German Shepherd, lounging at the foot of the bed, his tail moving
slightly from side to side across the deep shag pile of the carpet.
And there were other animals!
Janet couldn't believe she was seeing right. Next to Matt Cox, nuzzling up against the
armchair where he sat, was a goat! A real, live, breathing male goat, whose nubby horns
had been wrapped with foam rubber cushions to prevent him from destroying any of
the expensive furniture in the room. And beside the goat was a long, sleek, wild-looking
animal, whose huge brown eyes were glazed over as if he was drugged. His red coat
glinted threateningly in the dim light of the room, and Janet knew immediately what it
was.
A fox!
My God! Daddy used to have to shoot them, when they came around the pastures! She
recoiled instinctively from the lithe-looking beast, but then she noticed that he was on a
chain, securely attached to the wall so he couldn't threaten the domesticated animals
relaxing happily in the room. God! What am I supposed to do? the shocked young girl
thought desperately. She had completely forgotten that this was supposed to be the
sexual fantasy section of the experiment... All she could do was look around her in a
daze, trying to decide where to sit and what to look at.
The humans in the room began to shift their positions, so subtly that Janet couldn't be
sure it was happening. The professor rose slowly from the bed, and went over to stand
by Andrea, who let loose of the leash around Thrasher's neck. Lonny extinguished his
cigarette, and began to approach the spot where Janet was standing, causing her to inch
backward imperceptibly, subconsciously feeling threatened by his nearness.
She backed almost into the armchair where Matt still sat casually, but when she was
within his reach, he grasped her firmly around the waist.
She whirled her head around in startled surprise, but instead of seeing Matt, her eyes
rested on the oblivious goat, whose jaws were rotating slowly, as if in anticipation of
being fed. The animal's protruding eyes were fixed firmly on her quivering form, as if it
was she that he wanted to eat. Oh, make it stop! I can't look! the girl's mind screamed,
but Matt's hands were kneading firmly into her flesh now, pulling her blouse up out of
the waistband of her skirt, She squirmed uncomfortably, but then she became aware
that Andrea was standing in front of her now, her curvaceous nakedness dominating
the scene in its sleek, sculpted beauty.
The voluptuous brunette began to unbutton the tiny pearls that fastened Janet's blouse
in the front, and the confused blonde girl was powerless to do anything about it. She
watched helplessly as the older girl slowly removed her blouse, revealing the heaving
mounds of her breasts, rising and falling within the tight confines of her skimpy lace
brassiere.
She heard Lonny's "aah" of approval, and she cast a worried look in his direction. Then
she heard the soft, firm gravelly voice of the professor, coming from the darkened
corner where Thrasher still sat peacefully.
"What are you thinking about, dear?" he began slowly. "As you look around the room,
what do you want to do...?"
Janet's voice came out as a constrained squeak, and if she hadn't been so shocked, she
would have been extremely self-conscious.
"I... I don't know... I... didn't think... it would be like this... I..."
The professor interrupted. "Lie down on the bed, Janet... Make yourself comfortable...
Relax... Let your imagination wander... When you think of something, let us know...
Your wish is our command..."
His voice sounded hypnotic, almost magical, as Janet unconsciously obeyed his
suggestions. The mattress of the bed was deep and luxurious, more comfortable than
she had remembered it, and from her vantage point lying against the headboard, she
could survey the whole scene at once, as she tried to force herself to think of something
to say.
The professor droned on, almost incoherently, but his words and phrases imprinted
themselves in her mind. "You're a virgin... You've imagined your first sexual experience
for ten years now... Yes, ten years, ever since you were seven years old... You don't
remember that, do you? But you saw a cat, or perhaps it was a fox, on your father's
farm... and you thought... you wondered about his furry penis, and what it did to other
cats or foxes... And you wanted it inside you, even though you weren't sure where it
went... You felt as if you needed it... just the way you need it now..."
Janet's imagination whirled, as Dr. Kelsey continued to call up images of her childhood,
with embarrassing, impossible accuracy. How could he know those things? Those
private things that she herself had never even verbalized? She closed her eyes as the
professor continued, in his soft, guttural voice, probing into her subconscious.
"And when you got older, you imagined it was a boy... You sensed that your body was
made for some young boy... a classmate perhaps... or a neighbor... And the boy would
look at you, and his eyes would smile, and you would get curious... And in high school,
you really wanted to know what it was all about! You could feel it! You needed
something, but you knew it was wrong... And you denied it... You tried to fight it
back... But it tortured your imagination, it wouldn't go away... You dreamed about it at
night, and you thought about it during the day... Now, Janet... We want you to tell us
what it was... Look around you, and tell us what you wanted then... and what you still
want now... How do you want to get rid of your restrictive virginity?...
His silence permeated the room as thickly as his speech had. Janet's eyes flew open
again, and she looked carefully into all the human and bestial faces that were turned
toward her. She spoke in a whisper, hesitantly, in disjointed phrases, as she made an
honest effort to describe the vision that was becoming ever-clearer in her imagination.
"It's a boy – a man, I mean... It isn't the fox that Daddy shot that time... But I think...
Maybe it used to be..." She fixed her gaze on the calm, reddish-gold fox in the corner,
as if she was remembering something far away. The professor had been right, she
mused, although she couldn't even remember the situation... But she had looked at the
fox's penis, poking out lewdly from its hairy sheath, glistening red and wet. And she
had imagined it snaking up inside her, in that mysterious place between her legs...
"No," she shook her head slowly... "Not anymore... It isn't the fox anymore... It was..."
She stopped again. She couldn't say Danny Landers, the boy back home. She hardly
ever thought about him anymore. Her sexual fantasies had expanded immensely in the
past week, even though she had not recognized it at the time... And now... She looked
at Matt, staring intently in her direction, his expression still calm and disinterested, as
though he was thinking about something else.
"I-It's Matt," she blurted suddenly.
The studious-looking graduate student raised his eyebrows, prompting her to go on.
Janet strained to vocalize the fantasy she had imagined just before entering the room...
The vision of herself as a sex-goddess... "I want... to, well, s-seduce somebody, like
Andrea does..."
Andrea's face showed mild surprise, but she knew where Janet's idea of her as a
seductress came from. "I want to... make Matt... n-notice me," Janet stammered, and
once she had said it, she lay back into the bed, closing her eyes again, against the illicit
admission she had just made.
After that, everything was a blur. Janet was semi-conscious of the four naked humans
converging around her on the bed. Thrasher and the German Shepherd stood up and
wagged their tails, but the goat only regarded her passively, and the fox was still
chained to the wall.
Lonny's hands were on her half-exposed body at once, gently tugging at her remaining
clothing, as Andrea lifted her legs and hips off the mattress to help him undress her. In
a matter of seconds she was completely naked, lying mutely under the gazes of the eight
intent eyes, wondering what was going to happen next, and whether she would have
anything to say about it.
Oddly, she felt no fear as she looked from one leering face to the next. The professor
seemed old and kind as he looked down on her, almost like a Santa Claus, telling her
she had been a good little girl. Lonny was deliberate and business-like, and Andrea
seemed sympathetic and understanding... But Matt was still off in the distance, and
Janet wished she could do something to gain his complete attention.
Tentatively, she shifted her position on the bed, thrusting her breasts forward slightly,
and crossing her legs over each other in an alluring invitation to be un-crossed. Lonny
and the professor both glanced at Matt, but it was Andrea who spoke.
"What do you want now, honey," she purred, in her sensuous, suggestive voice... "Do
you want to have sex with anyone?"
Janet was surprised to find herself nodding, but she was so confused by the elaborate
set-up in the lust-inspiring laboratory that she half-way expected her unforeseen
response.
"How?" Andrea prompted, letting her fingers run over Janet's quivering firm teenage
breasts.
"I-I don't know," the corn silk blonde girl stuttered uneasily. "I guess... like the usual
way..." Her breasts strained upward into the other woman's caressing hands, and she
felt her nipples pricking up into Andrea's palms. They were getting so hard that they
almost ached, but the feeling was so new and unfamiliar to her that she didn't know
what to do about it.
Desperately, she tried to put the whole lurid, insidious scene into some kind of
perspective. She remembered that it was only an experiment, and that she had come
here voluntarily, so she shouldn't really be afraid of anything. But what was the nagging
suspicion that still lurked in the back of her consciousness? What was it that prevented
her from giving herself over to the promise of the thrilling sensations the four
experimenters were waiting to create in her?
"P-Please..." she begged softly, not knowing quite what she wanted. Something in her
told her to stop before it was too late, and quit this experiment while she was still
relatively unharmed. But she thought again of how her mind had been muddled all
week, just in anticipation of this very session... If she went away now, would she be
confused forever? Unable to concentrate on anything but sex as long as she lived?
God, what if I'm a nymphomaniac? The thought struck her as funny, and she smiled as
she remembered how she had been afraid that she didn't have any sexual fantasies, just
a few minutes ago. Lonny caught her smile, and he reached down toward her nakedly
trembling hips, sliding his hands hungrily over her smooth, firm flesh.
Janet shuddered at the warmth of the new pair of hands on her body. Involuntarily, she
raised her pelvis up to meet Lonny's stroking fingers, wishing almost against her will
that he would caress the sensitive area between her thighs, and just below her wispy
blonde pubic mound. The light-haired student seemed to read her unconscious desire,
and he pulled and squeezed at the resilient mounds of her ass-cheeks, before raising her
whole lower body up off the bed.
Janet jerked as she felt his hands gliding up the tender crevice between the globes of her
buttocks. She was half-wild with mingled desire and fear, now, and there was no way to
avoid what was becoming increasingly apparent. She was going to be fucked, whether
she liked it or not, and she was going to be fucked in the way that she requested, unless
she continued to hesitate...
She worked her lips and tongue frantically, trying to force herself to say something, so
they wouldn't just go ahead and... and rape her, if that's what they were planning to do.
She looked fearfully into the dark, intense eyes of the other graduate student, the man
who had prompted her to voice her desire to be a seductress...
But Matt was still standing away, seeming to ignore the situation developing on the
bed. He was staring at her just the way the animals were, with passive disinterest, but
careful observation.
Lonny climbed up on the red velvet bedspread now, spreading her thighs open so he
could look at the pink pouting little lips of her pussy, surrounded by silky blonde
tendrils of hair. His eyes gleamed with salacious desire, as his hands leapt forward and
clamped down tightly against her, covering the whole of the junction of her thighs and
buttocks.
"Aaaah-ugh!" Janet moaned, as she tried helplessly to wriggle away. But Andrea laid her
hand against Janet's cheek, stopping her sudden movement.
"Relax, dear... It'll be so much better if you just relax..." she purred into the blonde
girl's ear. Her hands were kneading at Janet's breasts now, and the distraught freshman
was powerless under her ministrations. A third pair of hands had taken their place,
smoothing up the sides of Janet's ribcage, and she looked up hopefully, to see if the
studious graduate had finally joined in the lewd stimulation of her helpless virgin body.
But it was Dr. Kelsey! His large, meaty hands were gripping firmly at her flanks,
running the whole length of her body from her straining, aroused breasts to her
quivering buttocks and thighs, where Lonny had begun to increase the pressure of his
fingers until Janet thought it would drive her wild.
Why is Matt standing off like that? her mind demanded. Hadn't she told them that she
wanted him to... well, do what she wanted him to do? Why was everyone seeming to
pay more attention to her than the one man whose attention she had asked for? It just
didn't make sense. If this was their idea of an experiment to play out her sexual
fantasies, they were completely on the wrong track.
But the farmer's daughter was no longer able to think clearly. Interspersed among her
disjointed thoughts, lewd images were now flashing across her mind-screen. When she
felt the gently probing tip of Lonny's outstretched middle finger teasing at the
moistening folds of her tender vaginal lips, she saw a picture of Thrasher, nosing his
long, slick cock into the split between Andrea's upraised buttocks.
Then, as the professor's large wandering hands sloped down from her tiny waist and
slipped in underneath her firmly-sculpted buttocks, she imagined the warm pressure the
dog must have exerted on the beautiful woman's trembling backside, and the blonde
girl squirmed almost as if she wanted to turn over, and emulate the lewd position the
older girl had taken.
But she opened her glazed-over eyes, to stare directly into Andrea's face, and behind
her, into Matt's calmly approving features. Again, Janet wished fervently that it was
Matt who was being driven wild with lust by the young, voluptuous curves of her
teenage body. The sex-goddess image again assailed her consciousness, and she tried to
reach her long slender white arms up to beckon the dark-haired man to join in.
Her gesture was checked again by the woman, however, who again leaned down to
whisper, "You have to wait. Janet... Wait until he can hardly stand it, too, and then
you'll both enjoy it more..."
For the first time, Janet got an inkling of their strategy. She realized that they were
going to make her wait as long as she possibly could for the thrill of feeling Matt's
hands roaming over her body. They were going to torture her beyond comprehension,
until she would beg and plead with the dark-haired experimenter to fuck her with his
long, hard cock. The blonde girl looked down at that cock now... It was hanging limply
between the graduate student's legs, in sharp contrast to Lonny's penis, which had
sprung up into anticipatory hardness, pressing hotly into the inside of her left thigh.
And she looked down to the private place between Andrea's legs, too, and in the dim
orange light in the room, Janet could see the slight pink shimmer of the older girl's
swelling pussy lips, and she wondered vaguely if her own looked the same way.
She could feel the moisture gathering with increasing speed around the now relentlessly
probing finger of the friendly-looking graduate student. It was similar to the way
Andrea had made her cunt feel, but Lonny's finger was so much thicker... it was so
much easier to imagine that it was a hardened rod of animal penis... Janet began to flex
her buttocks up and down on the mattress, and Lonny gradually increased his finger
fucking motions to match her movements.
Dr. Kelsey was sitting on the bed, now, with his back to Janet's face and his full
attention on her wetly pulsating pussy. He had removed his hands from underneath her
ass-cheeks, making her skin feel vaguely dissatisfied, as if she needed to have some
presence behind her as well as on top. But the professor was apparently studying
something in the way she reacted, something that they needed to know for the
experiment, and Janet resolved to let herself enjoy the attention she was getting, without
worrying about the attention that she imagined was being denied to her.
Helplessly she fluttered her eyelids, as the stabbing thrills of arousal shot through her
young, innocent body. They were so much greater, so much more intense than before,
that Janet felt as if her nerves were being over-loaded, and they 'would explode with any
added stimulation.
Lonny inserted just the first digit of another finger between her stretching vaginal lips,
and the blonde girl moaned with mixed pleasure and apprehension. She knew that
there was a membrane, a tender monument to her virginity, hidden somewhere in the
depths of her dampening vaginal channel. She had felt the pressure of Andrea's finger
against it, just the other day, and she had explored the soft, thin edges of it with her
own finger as recently as yesterday... But now, as Lonny's teasing, tormenting fingers
inched upward into the dark, forbidden passage of her cunt, Janet was suddenly afraid
– afraid that he would destroy the delicate protection of her virgin status.
"Ooooh," she groaned, tossing her head from side to side... "d-don't," she added in a
whisper. "I'm afraid... I don't want you to... to..."
"I promised I'd help you get over your condition, didn't I?" Lonny asked reasonably,
hardly able to disguise his rising excitement. Of all the freshmen he had encountered so
far in the course of the study, Janet was the youngest, the most sincere and innocent,
and he had looked forward to this opportunity ever since he had first laid eyes on her,
that day in the crowded confusion of Dr. Kelsey's lecture hall.
It excited him tremendously to see her squirming and twisting as he jabbed his expert
fingers into her steaming cunt. His cock was like a hot pole of steel, the way it jumped
and jerked with lust, and it was all he could do to keep from ramming it right up her
moist ready channel, instead of following the pre-arranged plan of the experiment. He
looked up from Janet's pleading little pussy for a moment, to rest his eyes on the
indenting waist and flaring hips of his female collaborator, and he thought to himself
that at least he could have Andrea, if the delicious little freshman wouldn't let him into
her fresh little cunt.
His fingers searched for and found the burning bud of Janet's clitoris, already hard and
throbbing with the intensity of her growing desire. He took it between the thumb and
forefinger of his other hand and rolled it gently at first, and then increased his pressure
until he heard the farm girl cry out in pleasure-pain.
"Aaaagh! Ooooh, God!" Janet moaned. "I-I think I'm r-ready, now..." she stammered,
to no one in particular. She opened her eyes to see the lewd, obscene gathering of
beasts and men, closing in around the bed in increasing interest. Thrasher and the
other dog were both panting on the side of the bed, just in front of where the professor
was sitting. Looking down, Janet could see the scarlet heads of both their bulging
penises, slithering out of their hairy sheaths into the lust-thickened air of the sealed
room. She was fearful, for an instant, that the dogs might mount her instinctively, the
way Thrasher had mounted Andrea, but she was dimly aware that Dr. Kelsey was
muttering continuous commands, keeping them at their distance from the salacious
little drama on the bed. The goat had wandered to the foot of the bed, indiscriminately
nuzzling into Lonny's backside, spurred on by the heated sex-secretions that permeated
his instinctively flaring nostrils.
Janet's eyes searched for the fox, the object of her childhood desire, and she found his
eyes, glinting ominously from the corner of the room, even though his body was
camouflaged by the pattern of the wallpaper in the dim light. And finally, the helplessly
aroused freshman looked over to the other side of the bed, where Mat still stood apart,
but she was pleased that he was at least watching more intently now, his eyes riveted on
the slender, curving length of her lewdly spread-out young body.
She tried to look over Andrea's shoulder to the hairiness of Matt's loins, to see if
perhaps she had inspired his penis to life, but her view was completely obscured by the
older girl's provocatively molded body. Janet found herself staring right at Andrea's
heaving, melon-like breasts, and she was surprised to see that the older girl's nipples,
too, were spiking rigidly into the air, with the excitement generated by Janet's tender
young body. For an instant, the freshman felt sorry for the graduate student, because
she felt that Andrea must be getting jealous of all the attention being lavished on her,
Janet. But still the older girl continued to work and knead Janet's incredibly swelling
breasts, squeezing the creamy white flesh through her fingers, making them bulge and
heave into firm, jutting roundness.
"Oooooh," she wailed softly, "... I can't stand it..."
Every muscle in her helplessly trapped body had reached the breaking point, and she
couldn't struggle against the strength of the relentless fondling of her private parts. She
felt as if she was going to cum from this lewd woman-handling, before she ever had the
chance to capture and seduce Matt Cox's attention. Lonny had wrapped his hand
around his lust-hardened penis, and Janet stiffened suddenly in the fear that he was
going to guide it directly between the full, fleshy lips of her straining little cunt.
She tossed her head wildly, brushing Andrea's lovely face with the swinging blonde
whip of her hair. A shudder of electrical shock flashed through her, as she felt the peak
of her excitement rapidly and inexorably approaching.
"Oh, God!" she screamed, piercing the heavy air of the lust-filled room. "Fuck me! Fuck
me now!"
"Is that what you want, dear?" a soft, low voice responded incongruously.
Janet's eyes flew open again, and she knew the voice was Matt's.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, in rapid-fire like a machine gun. "Can't you see they're
driving me crazy? Don't you care?!"
And then, miraculously, everything in the room seemed to disappear – everything, that
is, except a small, sensitive portion of Matt Cox's tanned, compactly muscular body.
Andrea and Lonny seemed to fade into the wallpaper, leaving her flesh burning with
desire, as Matt slowly lowered himself onto the huge, soft velvety bed.
The freshman's eyes were fixed securely on the hairy brown triangle of the older
student's loins. His cock had sprung to life, all right... It was waving obscenely in the
air, like some huge battle standard ready to be carried into action. The blood-filled head
of it was jerking out of the thick, tautened, pulled-back foreskin, looking like a slick,
purple reptile, slithering out hungrily. The thick, muscular shaft of his mature cockflesh
was throbbing perceptibly, twitching and flexing right from its hairy base in his loins.
And just below, urging forward and up with the strength of Matt's massive erection, the
wrinkled sac of his balls hung tightly from the base of his cock, churning and bulging
with the load of cum heating up inside.
Janet gasped with apprehension. She looked frantically around the room for assistance,
but there was none. Men, woman, and beasts, had all been spirited inexplicably out of
the torturous little lust-chamber, and Janet was left alone with the aroused young man,
to act out the fantasy she had described. Oh, God! How did I ever get into this?
She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, while Matt slowly positioned
himself between her legs, guiding his blood-engorged member toward the pinkly
pulsing slit of her pussy. She jumped with the first electric contact of his cockhead on
her virgin flesh, and she almost cried out with the slowly increasing pressure. It was soft
at first, but as he met her virginal resistance, he flexed forward rigidly, determined to
make the obscene penetration of the freshman's cuntal passage.
"Oh!" she gasped in shock, as she felt the burgeoning head of his cock slip through the
tiny stretched lips of her tight resilient channel. Her legs kicked out to the side
automatically, as if to ease the burden of his hugely unfamiliar presence.
She looked into his face, and she was both secretly pleased and surprised to see it
twisted into a contorted, lustful grin, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the room. He
was relishing the sight of her uncertain struggling, and he could see the strength of her
desire.
"How is it, sweetheart?" he asked in that strange, low voice.
"It... it's too big," she blurted out truthfully, embarrassed, now, that she had ever
thought she could be the seductress she imagined Andrea was in bed. Why am I so
dumb and childish? she chastised herself dolefully. Her cunt was crying out to be filled,
and her whole body trembled with the urgency of her need, and still her mind
hesitated, unable to release its uncertain grip on her carnal desires.
"Too big?" Matt repeated, and she thought she detected the sarcasm he had used the
other day. "Well, why don't you just relax your cunt, then, and I'll push it in slowly..."
Janet tried valiantly to do as he suggested, remembering that she had been able to relax
when Andrea had finger-fucked her. But Matt's cock was so absolutely huge she didn't
see how any woman could take the whole thing all the way into that clenched little
passage between her legs! He was inching into her slowly now, and the intense pressure
on her vaginal walls was almost enough to make her forget just how much she had
wanted to feel it there only moments ago.
Then, "Aaaaggghhh!"
A clear, loud pop reverberated through the room, and Janet felt the excruciating
pleasure-pain as Matt's raging cockhead rammed through her thin, defenseless
membrane.
His head fell loosely back as his loins pressured forward and his thick, rock-hard cock
speared into the futilely struggling girl. It raced into her furiously, the final barrier to its
entry finally removed, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vagina in velvety waves
before it. Suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upturned
buttocks with a sharp slap.
Janet moaned in confusion as her vagina felt torn and abused. She had heard about,
and indeed anticipated, the sudden discomfort that a virgin was supposed to feel on her
initial violation. But somehow, the lurid interruption of pain into her new and exciting
pleasure annoyed her, and she actually felt glad that the burdensome symbol of her
virginity was finally removed.
Defiantly, the freshman tried to ignore the burning pain that her ravaged adolescence
left in her. She could feel Matt's thick, hard cock sinking to the hilt in her quivering
white belly, and she felt the hardness of its lust-bloated head pressed tightly against her
cervix. It was as if a white pole of fire had been forced into her, and there wasn't one
tiny ridge of its length that she couldn't feel as it pressed tightly into the soft, tender
walls of her no-longer-virginal cunt.
He lay unmoving above her for a moment, his face directly over hers. She did not stir,
afraid of what might happen if she did, but she relaxed when she felt his hands sliding
tenderly around the curves of her hips and grasp, one in each hand, the rounded globes
of her quivering buttocks. Slowly at first, and then with more power, he began to pump
into her, expanding the wet soft passage with each thrust he made inside her.
Sweat broke out on the earnest graduate student's forehead, as he seemed to push
farther and farther into her until their bodies met solidly. It seemed to Janet that there
was no feeling in her body anywhere except there in her vagina, where the pain of his
initial entry had completely subsided, to be replaced by even more powerful waves of
arousal than she had felt under Lonny's probing.
As he thrust into her with a slow, steady rhythm, Janet became aware that he was
talking to her, and she listened, amazed at what he was saying.
"Christ," he moaned, "... you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever felt... and the most
beautiful, tender young body... how old are you, Janet? Seventeen? God, how young...
Damn! How beautiful... How did you ever keep the boys away, Janet...?"
She could do nothing in response, as she felt his heated cock growing unbelievably
thicker and thicker inside her ravished belly, as he ground continuously into her,
contorted smiles of delight flickering over his passion-distorted face. She could hardly
believe that it had been her body, and her moistened cunt that had caused him to go
nearly wild with desire, and the thought nearly made her burst with pride.
At the same time, she could feel the intense, flaming pressure searing through her loins,
and she knew she would have to find release soon. She began to buck up off the bed,
meeting his ever-increasing thrusts with equal force of her own, feeling the thick, hard
pleasure of his rod of cockflesh stimulating every square centimeter of her sensitive
unaccustomed vagina.
She began to moan incoherently, half in response to his continued murmurings, but
mostly in response to the galvanic waves of pleasure that rolled over her writhing body,
and the promise of even greater floods of ecstasy with orgasm. She strained for it now,
wrapping her long, slender legs around the graduate student's back, pulling his slim,
muscular body ever harder into her demanding loins.
It felt to Matt as if she was trying to bury his whole body between her vise-like thighs,
and the sensation drove him nearly to cumming. He couldn't believe that this innocent,
fresh, young girl who had been so insecure about the experiment, could actually possess
such fantastic, incredible sexual power. It felt as if she was trying to suction the cum
right out of him!
And then, he felt the tingle and then the rumble in his balls, as they prepared to give
way and spew their churning load into her twisting, undulating depths.
"Get ready, honey," he warned her, and then it was upon him. With a deep-throated
moan, he rammed his driving cock deep into the teenager's warm, wet cavern, shooting
the first white hot jets of his lewd sperm into her wide-swept cuntal passage. She
bucked and quaked beneath him, feeling the searing stickiness of the graduate student's
ejaculation, as it splashed all the way up into her cervix, and ricocheted off the walls of
her dilating and contracting cunt.
And then it was there for her!
"Ooooh, aaaiiieee!" she wailed, tossing her head back into the pillow and clenching her
legs tightly behind Matt's straining back. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed
spasmodically as the shocking thrills of her first genuine orgasm split through her body,
causing her vagina to spray lewd showers of her teenage female cum all around Matt's
ejaculating cock. She couldn't control any of her jerking, thrashing muscles, and she
bucked furiously into him, her cunt automatically squeezing and milking the gushing
rod of his penis, as it slammed in and out of her feverishly working passage.
Even when she felt the older student's cock gradually slow down in its thrusts, and the
streams of his cum became weaker and farther apart, Janet's long-denied vagina didn't
stop. It continued to cling spasmodically around the deflating shaft of his penis,
vacuuming urgently to draw out every last drop of his hot burning semen.
"Ooooh, Godddd," she moaned, when the powerful intensity of her climax began to
subside. "Oooohhhh..."
Even after Matt's limp spent cock slipped wetly from her cum-filled passage, Janet could
feel the twitching muscles of her cuntal walls still jerking and undulating, as if around
some imaginary penis, in an effort to keep the orgasm going on forever. But the young,
blonde farm girl was completely overwhelmed by the massive power that had overtaken
her, and she gradually became tired, really exhausted, as she breathed heavily to try to
recoup some of her strength.
Matt collapsed over her, and then rolled off to the side, panting himself with the energy
he had expended. He regarded the girl thought-fully, but he saw that her eyes were
closed, and he didn't disturb her...
Soon, he felt the deep, regular vibrations of her sleep breathing, transmitted to him
through the soft mattress in the experimental room.


Chapter 4

Janet Pitman didn't remember waking up in the plush red interior of laboratory 602.
She didn't remember being escorted back to her dormitory by the friendly, light-haired
graduate student who was Matt Cox's accomplice. What she did recall was the next
morning, when she awoke in her own little dorm bed, a strange sense of forbidden
knowledge filling her entire consciousness.
What am I thinking about? she asked herself groggily. Why do I feel so mature? She
looked around the room, unconsciously expecting to find several pairs of gleaming eyes
staring down at her. But instead, she saw the four faint yellow walls of her tiny
dormitory room, covered with the posters and pictures she had brought with her from
Milltown. And on the built-in desk was the still-open history book, right where she had
left it, so many eons ago.
Wh-what happened? her mind demanded, as she sat up in the small, sea-captain style
bed.
And then she felt the peculiar, moistly dull ache in that private sanctuary between her
legs – and she remembered.
Oh my God! I'm not a virgin anymore!
Suddenly all the lewd visions and images came flooding back to her. She remembered
clearly the beasts and humans crowded into the lustful experimental lab, and the
suggestive monotone of Dr. Kelsey, urging her to act out her deeply buried sexual
fantasies. And she remembered the smooth, titillating expertise of the six hands that
had stroked her and stimulated her until she could hardly stand it, and she recalled how
they had all suddenly disappeared, leaving only the object of her imagined desire, the
long, hard, thick penis of Matt Cox.
Oooooh! she shuddered silently, feeling the tingling sensation in her loins, as her 
nolonger-virginal channel pulsed with the memory of how his cock had felt buried up
inside her. Mmmmm, it was soooo wonderful!
She reached her hand under the coverlet, and felt down to that little slit under the
sparsely curling hair of her pubic mound. It felt hot and damp, and she jerked as her
fingers contacted the tiny phallic bud of her clitoris.
"Aaaah," she moaned aloud'. It was true, then... She really had experienced the ultimate
sensations of carnal knowledge. She had made the transition from adolescence to full
womanhood.
But had she really, she wondered. Her brain was now filled with the picture of lovely
Andrea Meyers, the professor's assistant, kneeling under the assault of the massive
Great Dane... And she remembered that the professor had said there were four more
parts to the lewdly exciting experiment.
"Yesterday was only the first one," she said to herself, as she climbed out of bed and
went over to the dresser. "That means there are three more tests... Three more things
I'm going to try..." To herself, she wondered what they could possibly be. What more
could there be, to follow the complete and total subjugation of her sexual purity to the
studious graduate who had so mercifully robbed her of her virginity?
Janet dressed slowly, lost in thought. Today was Tuesday, and she had another whole
week to get through, before she would go back for the next lurid session with the three
students and their professor. Already her imagination was working quickly, flying back
to the four animals who had looked on so lustfully as she crooned and groaned under
the hands of the four human beings who had conducted the experiment. Would they be
in on it? she mused, trying to imagine how it would feel to have a slender, hard rod of
bestial cock shoving up into her forbidden flesh.
She knew she had missed breakfast, in the dormitory cafeteria, because it was already
8:30. Her first class, sexual ed, was at 9, and she barely had time to get there before the
bell sounded, indicating the start of the lecture.
The blonde farm girl listened with only half-attention to Dr. Kelsey, as he described the
female orgasm in clinical terms, drawing lewd diagrams on the chalkboard, to show
where the most sensitive erogenous zones were located in the female. Janet couldn't
help but compare his descriptions to the actual, fiery sensations she herself had
experienced. Everything the professor said was fundamentally correct, but the freshman
couldn't help thinking that everyone in the class should be given the opportunity to do
it, the way she had done for the experiment, so they could get the real sensual
experience of the idea he was trying to explain.
Again her. imagination wandered back down to the no-longer-sacred place between her
legs, and she shifted her position in the hard desk chair, trying to rub her clitoris
against the seat through her thin little panties. The effect was only mildly satisfying, and
served to kindle the sparks of fire that were growing deep in her belly as she heard the
professor's gravelly voice continuing his description. God, she thought to herself, as she
copied the diagrams into her notebook, I don't think I can listen to much more of this...
She reflected sadly on the date, thinking that she had seven whole days to go until
Monday, when she would again go to the biology building for the third session of the
salacious sexual study. I'll never make it, she thought wryly. What's happened to me?
The elastic crotchband of her bikini panties was damp with desire by the time the
arousing lecture was over. In the two hours that she had free before her history class,
Janet wondered what she could ever do about it, all alone... The thought of stuffing her
small, slender fingers into the excited little hole of her cunt was frustrating, now that
she had felt it filled by the throbbing hardness of a male cock. As she trudged
disconsolately out of the crowded lecture hall, she felt a gentle hand on her elbow, and
she whirled around, to see the beautiful brunette lab assistant following her out of the
auditorium.
"Hi, Andrea," the freshman greeted her shyly. She hesitated, letting some of the other
students pass, as she waited to see what the older girl had to say.
"I was wondering," Andrea said, smiling, "how you felt today... What do you think
about the session yesterday?"
Janet's eyes widened and her face lit up with a tentative, expectant smile. "It was
fantastic!" she enthused sincerely. "I was... just thinking about it, now," she confessed,
"and trying to figure out what the next session would be..." She looked directly at the
graduate student for a hint, but Andrea's dark eyes were sparkling mysteriously.
"Weeell," she began slowly. "I'm not allowed to tell you, but I can show you... See, the
girl that's supposed to come in today is sick, so... We thought we could continue with
you, if you want to... You did very well yesterday, better than any of the other freshman
so far, and Lonny and Matt and I thought that maybe you would be ready to continue,
if you're free..."
Janet tried to sound sophisticated and noncommittal, but the rapturous expression on
her face betrayed her. "I guess I can make it," she said, her voice shaking with
anticipation. She followed the older girl out the side door of the building, across the
lawn to the biology building, and up to the sixth-floor laboratory. The sight of the plain
undistinguished door to lab 602 sent shivers up Janet's spine, as she tried to imagine
what kind of wild, shocking test they had devised for her this time.
Andrea told her to wait outside, and then she disappeared around the corner in the
hallway. She must be going in one of the other doors, Janet thought to herself, sitting
down in the now-familiar desk-chair outside the main entrance. She didn't have long to
wait, this time, before Lonny Simon opened the door and beckoned her to come in.
Janet was oddly let-down when she discovered that the room was empty of all the
animals. The people were there – Dr. Kelsey, Andrea Meyers, Lonny and Matt – but
they were all fully clothed, and the lights in the room were all burning brightly.
"Wh-what's going on?" Janet stammered, instantly embarrassed that she had given
away her disappointment. To them, she was probably just a guinea pig, an experimental
subject, whose feminine desires and needs were nothing more than an object for their
observation. Suddenly she felt angry that she had been tricked into wanting them all so
badly. She stood there in shocked silence, unable to gather her thoughts into a coherent
pattern.
"What do you want?" the professor's voice countered her question. "Last time, we
helped your imagination... but this time, you have to do it alone..."
"I... I don't know," the girl whispered, looking into all their passive, uninspiring faces.
The lewdly clinical lecture, coupled with her own experimental knowledge of the
obscene subject, had built up inside her to the point that she felt she would burst if her
need was not satisfied, but the passive, unconcerned faces of the four older adults only
increased her frustration.
It was Andrea who answered her confused remark. "That's not what you told me in the
lecture hall, Janet... I think you do know what you want..."
Janet looked into the dark-haired girl's beautiful, expressionless face. She tried to find a
hint of malice there, or an indication of intentional cruelty, but there was none.
Apparently the four researchers wanted her to act just the way she had yesterday,
spilling her most private, personal thoughts and desires, until she could have them
fulfilled by one or more of their sexually stimulating ministrations.
But how can I say it? the distraught girl wondered. It seemed so out-of-place – so
embarrassing – to just sit down and talk about her tingling cunt, to four disinterested
listeners. How could she force herself to do it?
Hesitantly, she sat down stiffly on the edge of the huge, king-size bed. She sniffed at the
air, hoping to pick up the scent of the sexual secretions that had been expended only
yesterday on this same mattress, but she couldn't smell anything. Helplessly, she
demurely smoothed her skirt over her trembling knees, and took a deep breath before
she spoke.
"Y-yes," she whispered deliberately, "I do know what I want, but I don't know exactly
how to say..."
"You didn't have much trouble yesterday," Lonny pointed out logically.
"I know, but... but yesterday it was different," Janet replied. "The-then you w-were
helping me... with the lights all turned down and... and... well, you know... t-touching
me and everything..."
Her voice stopped, and the silence in the room was unbearable. "I want you to touch
me," she repeated with more conviction, but she wasn't sure that her request would be
granted.
Dr. Kelsey looked hard into her face. "Are you sure you're ready for it?" he asked
meaningfully. His eyes travelled up and down her stiffly seated form, undressing her
mentally, to show what he had in mind.
"Oh!" Janet cried in embarrassment. Hurriedly she pulled the tight knit sweater she was
wearing off over her head, and loosened the fastener on her skirt. She stood up
delicately to slip the skirt down over her full-rounded hips, and with just her underwear
on, she lay back in the soft, cushiony velvet of the bedspread.
She couldn't bring herself to look at the four staring faces moving in around the bed
again, but in her imagination, she tried to recreate the lust-inciting scene that had taken
place here yesterday.
As if from a great distance, she heard the professor's voice again. "That's better," he said
approvingly. "I can tell what you want... You want to be surrounded by men, touching
you, stroking you, putting their big cocks into your little cunt... That's what you want,
isn't it, Janet?"
"Yesss... that's true." Janet moaned, not truly comprehending the exact words she was
hearing, but understanding the smooth, hypnotic suggestiveness of the voice.
The professor leaned over and laid his fingertips gently on her cheeks, touching them
lightly, then moving down past the slim column of her throat, across her shoulders,
down her arms, along her naked sides. The fingers travelled slowly around the firm
globes of Janet's lace-encased breasts, then spread out to clamp down on each of the
lush mountains of erogenous flesh. Moving slowly back and forth, his hands tantalized
her nipples until they rose into spiky hardness, pressing through the thin fabric of her
brassiere. Every ounce of concentration she had was bent toward the thrilling sensations
that radiated outward from those gentle hands. Then she felt another hand slip down
across her smooth flat belly, inserting the fingers into the tight elastic of her 
pantywaistband. A moment later, the fingers rested lightly on the uppermost fringe of her
wispy pubic hair, then moved down to her naked thighs.
Janet moaned softly, her hips beginning to gyrate on the bed. Ooooh, she thought, it
feels so gooood... It's just what I want... She trembled a little as one of the fingers parted
the soft moist crevice between her legs, spreading it open inside her lust-dampened
panties, and one sharp fingernail touched the nub of her clitoris, bringing it
immediately into erection, stroking it carefully. Janet's hips began to thrust more
demandingly on the lushly comfortable mattress.
"Okay, Janet, reach up now..." she heard a voice command. Automatically she lifted one
hand, and another hand took it, wrapping her small fingers around something warm
and long and hard. She gasped and tightened her grip on the smooth surface of the
sausage-shaped pole in her hand as she felt a finger slide deep into the tight elastic
opening of her cunt, sending wild, electric shocks of pleasure through her.
She squirmed as she felt a hand stripping down her tiny nylon panties for easier access
to her enticing little lust-hole. At almost the same time, the hands over her breasts
slipped down behind her back, finding and unhooking the clasp that barely held her
brassiere in place. Suddenly, she heard the admiring gasps of at least two male voices, as
her lush, melon-shaped female mounds came into view. Almost immediately, the gasps
were quelled by the feeling of warm lips, encircling one of her nipples, sucking and
nipping at the peak. The lips moved away, dipping down to kiss her belly, lower still to
touch the silkiness of her damp pubic mound...
Suddenly something snapped in the freshman's imagination. Her eyes flew open to see
exactly what was going on... She couldn't imagine who was doing all these fantastic
things to her, and she had to find out what was in her hand.
My God! The professor had backed completely away from the bed, and Janet saw that
the fair-haired head of Lonny Simon was buried lustfully in the crevice between her
splayed-open thighs, and her fingers were wrapped tightly around the same cock that
had yesterday sent her reeling with massive sexual power. It was Matt who was leaning
over her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples as they strained upward into his
warm, slippery mouth.
Inexplicably, she felt a shudder of apprehension surge through her. Her brain became
clear and lucid for a moment, scolding her harshly for ever allowing herself to be lured
into this compromising position. It was bad enough that she had signed up for this
lewd series of experiments, but it was worse still to succumb to her unnatural desires
and actually beg to have the obscene actions performed on her! What's come over me?
she cried inwardly, as her mind struggled with her body for control of her rampant
emotions. But it was no use.
The tingling sensations in her loins were growing into searing flames, shooting the
length of her naked torso and causing her to twist and turn willfully as the hands and
mouths applied themselves to her sensate skin.
Her glazed eyes wandered over to the side of the room where the professor was
standing, and she watched with dazed interest as the most amazing thing happened. He
was staring at her large, naked breasts, the nipples straining upwards as Matt left them
one by one. Each time she took another gasping, heaving breath, she saw the expression
on the officious professor's face change gradually, from clinical interest to a sort of
confused admiration, and then, very slowly, the transformation completed itself.
She almost forgot what was happening to her as the features of the old scholar's face
became intense and dark, gleaming with lust and personal, carnal interest. His dark
eyes glittered hungrily, just like the eyes the fox had yesterday, as his gaze crossed over
her slender rib cage, her narrow waist, over the slight ivory rise of her belly, resting
finally at the sparse golden thatch of her pubic mound.
His voice was thick and dark, as he spoke slowly. "Tell us what you want us to do, dear
girl... I'm sure you want to experience something more than just stroking and teasing...
Where has your imagination gone since yesterday...?" Although his words were simple
and predictable enough, Janet was sure she caught a hint of desire in his voice, a twinge
of arousal that hadn't been there yesterday, or even earlier today, and it frightened her
to think that the staid, academic professor might have things on his mind-designs that
were not incorporated into the structure of the experimental setting.
Her suspicions were nearly confirmed when she felt Lonny raise up from her seething
pussy triangle, to remark excitedly to Andrea, "Holy shit! The prof's finally getting into
his work!"
The older girl smiled sweetly, and she looked over to the man who had been her
advisor for nearly two years. "By George, Lonny, I believe you're right!"
Janet flinched uncertainly at the unexpected turn the events had taken. What did the
graduate students' suggestive banter mean? Was something going to happen to her,
something that even Matt and Lonny and Andrea had not foreseen? Oh God! she cried
inwardly. Why did I let myself come here again today? Why couldn't I just leave well
enough alone?
But even as the reprimand crossed her mind, Janet's body urged upward, in answer to
her rhetorical question. She knew why she couldn't just leave it alone... Her body
demanded their attention, and there was nothing she could consciously do to avoid
leaping at the slightest chance to return to this little room which had become the site of
such intensely arousing pleasure for her.
She heard Dr. Kelsey speaking again, but his voice was more constrained this time, as if
he was trying to control himself. "Okay, fellows, I think she's had enough
preliminaries... Let her tell you what she wants to do." He looked down at the girl on
the bed, speaking to her while ostensibly addressing the graduate students.
For a few torturous seconds, everything stopped, and Janet felt as if her nerves would
explode, if somebody didn't do something to soothe them.
"Oh, go on!" she whined frantically. "Go on! Do it to me! I want you to... to... suck me
and lick me and fuck me, like you did to Andrea the first time..."
She shocked herself with the lewd requests, but she couldn't deny that she had been
thinking about it all morning. As the two excited graduate students shifted around on
the bed, preparing for their anticipated fulfillment, Janet thought defensively, at least
that's what they wanted me to say!


Chapter 5

Janet gazed down to the foot of the bed where Lonny stood, loosening his zipper and
belt suggestively. His eyes were glimmering lustfully, and she felt strangely defenseless
under his stare. He had been the member of the experimental team she had been most
attracted to, she remembered, when she had first signed up for the series of tests. But
now, his usually friendly face was contorted with need, and she found herself becoming
apprehensive. Everything is so different today...
"Oh!" she whispered, startled by the sudden weight of the graduate student's body,
resting on his elbows right between the wide split of her thighs. She felt the rubbing of
his muscular roving hands as they smoothed over her cringing flesh. She could almost
feel each nerve ending blossoming under his fingertips as they danced along the inner
softness of her thighs. All the excitement she had ever felt before, all the sexual
frustration she had been feeling all morning, had been secretly stored up in some
unknown vault of her nervous system, waiting to be released by the salacious touch of a
man. Tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her skin as his hands stroked
magically over her sensitive flesh.
She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling to accommodate the pin-pricks of
sensation following the path of his fingers digging info her flesh. Somehow she felt that
they were teasing her, the way they had yesterday, when they had tortured her so
relentlessly with their stroking and manipulations of her erogenous zones. She didn't
really trust them to go through with her fantasies, and yet... Her body was surrendering
helplessly to Lonny's flicking fingers, and she could hardly wait until he would stick his
burgeoning penis right up into her eagerly stimulated cunt.
Her mind droned on as his fingers travelled the rest of the way to the tingling folds of
her nakedly exposed pussy. She could feel the moisture rising there again between her
open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow, involuntary contraction,
throbbing wetly against each other. Then, suddenly Lonny's thumbs were on the fleshy
ridges, pulling them apart. Janet lay holding her breath, anxious and yet hesitant, not
quite sure whether she or the grad students were in control... It was supposed to be her
fantasy, wasn't it? Then why did Lonny seem to be going ahead with whatever he
wanted to do, before Janet had even described her desires to him?
She tried to mouth a question, or a lurid desire, but the words refused to come to her
lips. Instead, she gave herself over to the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising
bud of her suddenly exposed clitoris, destroying her illusion that she was somehow in
control of what went on.
"Mmmmmmm... Oh, yesssss," she moaned softly, as the strained muscles of her body
began to relax and her legs fell limply out to the side. The beautiful thrills of pleasure
were rippling up her now quivering belly and into the nipples of her throbbing breasts,
drowning out the agonizing worry that she was being used, or abused, by the older,
more experienced researchers. Lonny grinned, his eyes dancing with desire as they
feasted on her involuntarily squirming body. Crawling up on the bed, now, the tall,
well-proportioned man crouched on all fours over her white twisting body, pushing her
unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. He crawled between them until his face was
a bare few inches above the golden down of her genitals. He stared down as she rotated
it sensuously, expectantly, and his mouth gaped open pure, unadulterated lust. Janet's
eyelids drooped to a half-closed position, as she watched him slowly lower his head
closer and closer to the steaming slit of her cuntal vee.
"Oooohhh," she gasped breathlessly, as his mouth suddenly clamped over the soft
mound at the base of her belly. As his tongue licked snaked-like into the moist, tight
ring of her vagina, a shudder rippled through her at the electrifying contact of his thick
tongue with he quivering clitoris.
The student began to work slowly and hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair
brushing tantalizingly across his cheeks. With a wild feeling of power in him, he heard
her groan huskily, from deep in her throat, as the hot probing tip of his tongue worked
its way up and down the length of that narrow wet slit, beginning at the peak of her
pubic mound and flicking downward over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping
vagina and into the crevice of her softly flexing buttocks. There it stopped to do a
momentary wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole that lay nestled
below. Of all the beautiful freshman he had become involved with for this study, he
thought she was the most exciting – the most innocent to begin with, and already the
most volatile, threatening to explode under the practiced stimulation of himself and his
partners.
Her groin drove him on faster as he worked his way up and down the steaming hot
valley. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs as the searing tongue shot out, its
hard darting tip' circling the trembling erection of her clitoris. As his tongue continued
its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, he sucked his lips in,
drawing the warm soft folds of her vaginal lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his
mouth. The young girl's hips were now grinding uncontrollably into the bed, soft
mewling sounds of animal passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Janet was already ecstatic. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that anything
could feel so exquisitely beautiful... and this was just the beginning! She was confident
now that they would take her all the way. They would lead her slowly and torturously
to the peak of excitement, as they had yesterday, only this time, they would take her
beyond it, higher and higher, until she reached the absolute limits of carnal rapture!
The two men on either side of the bed, Matt Cox and the professor, chuckled
knowledgeably as they saw the young blonde reach down with her hands and begin
desperately clawing at the longish hair of the graduate student whose face was buried in
her loins, trying to guide his face closer to the palpitating opening of her cunt. Lonny
let her force him more tightly into the steaming crevice, pressing his mouth directly
over the tight little hole in her squirming valley.
As his mouth surrounded and covered the hungrily clasping cleft, his tongue suddenly
snaked out, burrowing up into her straining cunt like a racing lizard. In response to the
maddening sensation, her hips jerked involuntarily forward, burying the flicking tongue
to its roots, and a deep guttural groan escaped from the girl as her soft warm thighs
closed around his head. The blonde teenager's heels pushed down against his back,
pressing his body into the flesh trap until he couldn't feel the wet fleshy walls of her
invaded vagina opening and closing in a sucking motion around his tongue, attempting
to pull it in deeper and deeper.
Unable to tolerate the position she had put him in, the excited student reached up and
grabbed her flailing legs just behind the knees, shoving them up over his shoulders so
that he could breathe. He lowered his head again into her glistening cunt, hearing with
satisfaction her moan of approval for the new position.
"Oooooh, yesssss, that's wonderful..." she breathed, not even opening her eyes.
Lonny's tongue worked like a pile-driver in the flame-searing hole of her upturned
cunt, withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sluicing noise with each eagerly
powerful thrust. Her cries became one long low continuous moan, as he withdrew his
lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage and found the hard
throbbing clitoris and licked voraciously. He moved his face higher up in her cuntal slit
and began to tease and suck at it wildly with his teeth, while she writhed and churned
her buttocks above the mattress in a lewd dance of uncontrolled desire.
"Mmmmmm, aah, mmmmmmmm, aah," she chanted, her body and mind completely
lost to the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. She wouldn't have known what
she wanted them to do now, even if they had asked her. All she could do was shiver
with the lewd, illicit excitement of actually having someone suck her down there,
drinking the juices of her tender teenage sex. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider,
and her moistness increased with each passing second, as Lonny's mouth worked at her
nibbling hair-lined hole. The cords of her neck stood out with all her strength, as she
pulled the older student's head in closer and harder.
The young blonde freshman was aware of nothing but the mass of exquisite pleasure
centered somewhere deep in her belly, over-powering all other thoughts than the
magnificent pleasure building deep inside of her. She was going to cum! This was it!
She had never dreamed that she would actually be able to cum from this lewd mouth
on-cunt sucking that she had only read about up until now. God! It's incredible!
And suddenly it was there for her. Her body began vibrating uncontrollably, as the
juices of her orgasm oozed around Lonny's deeply thrust tongue, coating it with its
sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her white globular buttocks and over
his chin, still pressing hard against the tight brown puckered hole of her anus.
He continued to nibble and suck between her widespread thighs until her body went
limp and then he lifted his head. Her suddenly released legs fell exhaustedly back on
the bed, splaying out lewdly on either side of his panting torso. Janet's heart beat in her
chest as though it would burst, and her head was still whirling with the rapturous
effects of her unnatural orgasm. It wasn't until several minutes later that she
remembered that she was supposed to be acting out her fantasies for a leering group of
university researchers, and she opened her eyes to look around the room.
Her gaze met Dr. Kelsey's first, as he stood near the head of the bed, right beside her
shimmering cheek. He smiled calmly, regarding her through heavy-lidded eyes, as if his
imagination was carrying him beyond the confines of the experimental lab. "You
certainly enjoyed that, didn't you, dear?... But isn't there more to your dreams than
that? Didn't you say you wanted two men, or three? Or more?... Tell us whatever comes
to your mind, Janet. Tell us what you want us to do."
This sounds like some kind of psychiatric exam, Janet thought fleetingly. But just as
instantaneously, she realized that this type of research was what psychiatrists based
their treatments on. Just think, she mused, I'm getting all this incredible pleasure, and
the scientists use it to help psychiatrists' patients... It's amazing! and sooooo wonderful!
She tried to remember what she had hoped would happen during these two hours of
experimentation, so she could say something to the older students, and they would
continue to carry her to even greater heights of sensual ecstasy. The professor's words
echoed in her mind – "two men or three!" My God, the young, impressionable girl
thought, Lonny and Matt, both at the same time... How could a woman possibly do it?
Janet lifted herself to one elbow, and looked directly at her psychology teacher. The
question was forming on her lips, but she couldn't quite utter it. Dr. Kelsey sat down
beside her on the bed, running his hand languidly over her full rounded hip that rose in
profile as she lay on her side. She made no move to stop him, or pull away from his
tender caress. She didn't wonder anymore at his salacious attentions, it was becoming
obvious to her that he was going to take part in this experiment whether it was in the
plans or not. She'd already allowed herself to be used, deliciously used by both the
graduate students, and their female collaborator – why not go the whole distance, and
let the professor take her as well?
As soon as the excitingly forbidden thought crossed her mind, Janet's mouth twisted
into a sly, almost guilty smile. The professor caught it immediately.
"Aaaah," he said knowingly. "I see you're interested in bigger and better things," he
suggested lewdly, standing up so she could see his massive erection standing out from
its base in the unzipped fly of his suit pants.
Janet didn't answer. Her eyes were glued to the professor's penis, jutting out straight
and hard, the veins on the underside throbbing madly. Her eyes flickered over the
rampant cocks of the other two men, standing out from their loins in unfulfilled lurid
desire. How could I have ever taken one of them inside me? she wondered briefly,
seeing that they were several times larger than she had remembered.
"What are you thinking of, my dear?" the professor prompted her impatiently. "This is
your third session – you're nearly half-way through the experiment, now... Isn't there
anything else you want to find out about, before the test is over?"
Janet nodded mutely, but the words wouldn't come.
"Hmmm?" Dr. Kelsey urged, taking his gigantic cock in his hand and waving it at her
suggestively.
"Um... yes," Janet stuttered, shaking slightly, as she became aware that her imagination
was running away with her. What could she say? How could she tell them she wanted
it – needed it – so badly, when she couldn't even be sure of what she wanted, or how it
could possibly be done?
"C-can you do it... all at the same time?" she asked finally, in a small, unsure voice. She
looked again at the professor's hardened penis, standing out straight and throbbing at
her. It looked like a giant oak, growing up from the black underbrush of pubic hair,
poking out through the opening in the front of his pants. Her eyes widened as he began
to stroke the heavy foreskin back, revealing the pulsing, shiny redness of its massive
spongy head.
He stepped toward her, his eyes drinking in the long, slim lines of her legs, the full,
fleshy globes of her heaving breasts, the whiteness of her flat, smooth belly above the
still damp fuzz of her blonde pubic vee. His gaze frightened and attracted the trembling
teenager at once, and she gasped out in confusion.
"Oh, I think I made a mistake... I mean I think it can't be done... I'm not ready yet...
I'm not ready for this!"
"No, my dear," the professor contradicted her gently. "That's a fallacy of puritanical
thinking... If you imagine it, even in your most private dreams, then you're ready for
it... And you've thought about it; you can't deny that you've been thinking about it,
ever since the first day you came in here!"
"No, no!" Janet cried out. "No, I mean it... I never thought... I only imagined what you
suggested... Really, I..."
"I know you'll enjoy it, Janet," Dr. Kelsey said firmly, precluding any further discussion
of the matter. For the first time, in all his professional life, years and years of careful,
painstaking study, the professor was finding himself drawn into the very entanglement
he had spent his whole adult life researching. He was being sexually lured, inexorably,
by the quivering young nakedness of the voluptuous freshman student, who, for the
moment, was completely at his mercy.
Janet lay back into the mattress in helpless submission. Waves of shame and
humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She had gone too far.
She had let herself be tricked into asking for something she didn't really want, and now
she was resolved to suffer the consequences, with as little participation as she dared.
The three exposed penises engraved themselves in her imagination, as they seemed to
be closing in around her on the bed, like some frightening scene from a nightmarish
movie. Oh help me! she cried mentally. I didn't know what I was saying!
"Aaaah, that's better, now," the professor nodded smugly, seeing her look of hopeless
resignation. "We'll just see what Lonny and Matt can do about playing out your fantasy
for you..."
He looked over to his two graduate students, who immediately began stripping off their
clothes, tossing them carelessly in heaps on the floor. She felt the weight of their bodies,
as they positioned themselves on either side of her, sinking into the soft mattress of the
bed. Looking past them, down between the rising pyramids of her breasts she could see
the professor climbing up on the foot of the bed, and she clenched her thighs tightly
together as her gaze fell on his long, thick cock that bounced heavily with his deliberate
movements.
"Now sweetheart," he said somewhat sarcastically, "is that any way to receive a lover?...
Relax and let yourself go... You won't enjoy it if you resist it – and if you don't enjoy it,
our experiment will fail... You wouldn't want to ruin Matt's and Lonny's chances of
getting their degrees, would you?"
When he put it that way, Janet looked fearfully into the eyes of the two graduate
students pressuring into her from both sides. Matt was nodding seriously, as if he fully
believed what the professor had said, and suddenly the freshman girl began to feel
guilty. I don't have any right to wreck their study, she thought sadly, and yet, how can I
ever do what I seem to have asked to? It's just impossible! I know it! She looked again
into Lonny's dark blue eyes and Matt's brown ones. They looked back at her passively,
as if waiting for some direction from her, some assurance that she was willing to
continue with the experiment...
Then, as if on signal, the two students each grasped one of Janet's full white breasts and
began softly pinching the nipples to a throbbing hardness. One after the other, they
bent down and began gently sucking at the rosy, tingling tips and she felt a hand
working at her pubic mound, slowly massaging its way down into the hidden crevice
between her still-clamped legs.
The gentle suction at her tender, sensitive nipples was already driving her mad and
goose bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before,
and a second later, when she felt her legs being pried open, she quickly lost all will to
resist. She could feel the weight of the professor's body moving up between her wide
splayed legs and she braced herself for the searing entry of his huge, stone-hard penis...
But instead, she felt the long rod of thickened flesh begin a gentle movement up and
down along the sensitive outer edges of her vagina, staying teasingly just outside the
moist, pink slit of her awakening pussy.
Janet was caught unaware by the gentle probing touch of Dr. Kelsey's cock. She had
expected a more violent attack on her defenseless vagina, just because she had noticed
the lustful look in the older man's expression. Now she found herself almost
disappointed by the subtle pleasure that was gradually igniting her body. The
combination of the two men sucking on her captive breasts and the softly titillating
pressure of the professor's cock as its tip moved slowly over the tender, pink flesh of
her vaginal lips was wearing down her resistance, slowly but inexorably, more
completely than any of the previous sessions had. She groaned, feeling the sensitive,
unprotected parts of her defenseless flesh already giving way under the massive planned
assault on all her senses.
She could feel the slit of her throbbing pussy opening wide to the gentle touch of the
professor's cock and her ass-cheeks jerked involuntarily as she felt the smooth,
mushroom-like head slip over her distended clitoris, sending a new shower of tingling
sensations over her captive body. The blonde teenager clenched her teeth tightly
together, as she felt the tiny licking sparks threatening to burst into sudden
uncontrollable flame and devour her in helpless desire. The two men at her sides were
sucking even harder and faster on her nipples, and the long, thick cock of their
professor teased mercilessly at the portal to her vagina.
And then, she felt the dam burst. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked
spasmodically and began a slow, abandoned movement as she allowed herself to sink
deeper and deeper in the waves of delicious sensation that were coursing through her
body. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward, toward
that maddening hot probe between her legs. She could feel the full length of the fleshy
hardness sliding up and down her quivering open slit. The jerking head of the
professor's cock rested throbbingly between her widely splayed thighs, insinuating itself
up and down, in a maddening, teasing torture that sent her pelvis undulating toward it,
her hungry cunt searching desperately for the hard, blood-engorged tip.
She had to have it in her!
The professor sensed her sudden submissive surrender, and with a lewdly gloating grin
he whispered hoarsely, "You see? You did want to feel three men all around you, didn't
you? You've got to learn to do what your body says, Janet..." Then, to Lonny and Matt
at her sides, he said, "I can take it from here... She's as turned on as she'll ever get!"
The two graduate students quickly released her breasts and scrambled off the bed. Dr.
Kelsey grabbed her straining legs behind the knees and shoved them back over his
shoulders, slithering up her rhythmically moving body as he did so. His long, stiff penis
grazed lightly against her damp golden pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side
of her shoulders and her ankles locked tightly behind his neck.
Looking down between their bodies, he could see her upraised ass, the expanded
narrow slit visibly throbbing its lips in invitation to his jerking cock. The pressure of his
thighs pressed tightly against hers held the hot moist furrow widely spread.
Janet frantically reached down beneath the rotating cheeks of her ass and tightly
grasped the length of his stone-hard penis. Her small hand could barely surround the
circumference of the thick shaft of flesh, and she could feel it pulsing in her fingers.
This was what her belly craved! This was what she needed!
Carefully, so as not to hurt the precious instrument of pleasure, she gently guided it up
the valley of her buttocks and wedged the fat, throbbing head between the swollen, wet
lips of her pussy. Then, she placed both hands on the professor's buttocks and tried
with all her strength to pull it into her starving pussy, and let it drown the gnawing
heat that was burning her up inside.
The scholar looked down triumphantly at her lust-contorted face. She was just how he
knew she would be, absolutely frantic with desire. He could spot them a mile away,
these inhibited, demure little sex volcanoes, who looked so innocent that nobody dared
to touch them. But when they'd gone through the whole series of five graduated tests,
almost all of them, he was proud to admit, were ready to accept the most bizarre,
potentially humiliating sexual combinations imaginable. And little Janet Pitman was
well on her way to being able to explode with the full volatile fury of her no-longer
inhibited sex.
It was all the professor could do to keep himself from shoving forward to skewer the
squirming little freshman on his aching cock, but he knew he had to wait until she
couldn't stand it anymore. In order for her to realize the full power of her sexual
potential, he knew, she had to be made to appreciate it for just what it was, so she
would be ready to beg for even the most degrading of acts.
Janet gasped as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina being pushed open. The
tight elastic opening resisted for a moment, then gave way before the professor's loins,
allowing the huge, blood-filled head of his cock to slip just inside.
The older man flexed his muscles, feeling all the agonizing .frustrations of the series of
experiments he had been overseeing since the beginning of the semester. He gasped
aloud in the breathless heavy silence of the red room, as he felt the tight hot walls of
her spasmodically contracting cunt slipping soothingly over the rock-hard length of his
thundering cock. He lunged forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated
thickness of his member into her cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist
flesh before it in rippling velvety waves, until his balls smacked heavily into the
upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
The blonde teenager's face was contorted with the lustful shock of his first raging stab.
She groaned aloud, at first in mewling helpless cries of surprise and discomfort, as her
body struggled to adjust to the massive presence of the older man's mature, enormously
enlarged cock. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched unnaturally, as though she were
being impaled on a telephone pole as she fought to relax and stretch, both at the same
time. My God! How do other women do it? she thought frantically, as she tried to twist
her body around on the gigantic rod, in order to facilitate his entry. But it was futile.
There was nothing she could do to make her searing vaginal walls accommodate the
huge throbbing cudgel that was forcing itself all the way up to the tip of her cervix.
The scholar smiled to himself as he felt the throbbing pressure exerted against his
buried penis, knowing that her useless struggles would soon become automatic,
involuntary spasms of delight, as soon as she allowed herself to relax and her muscles
naturally adjusted to his thick presence rammed so deeply in her belly. Not moving his
hips, he flexed his huge rod gently, expanding it inside her nearly virginal channel.
"Ooooh," she whispered, her eyes tightly shut as she battled with the fine line between
tension and pleasure.
Dr. Kelsey waited a moment and flexed again, waiting for a reaction to show that she
was becoming accustomed to his monstrous intrusion.
She groaned again, but more softly, as she felt the buried cock expanding and stretching
the narrow walls of her throbbing passageway.
He confidently flexed again, this time setting a slow, teasing rhythm to the throbbing of
his impaling cock. Suddenly, he could feel her urgent, answering throbs beginning
around the head of his penis. He glanced over his shoulder, to catch the attention of the
two naked male students, so that they would know that Janet was finally making the
transition. Andrea was sitting calmly in one of the armchairs taking notes, and both
Matt and Lonny nodded imperceptibly.
The blonde freshman was groaning helplessly now beneath his spasmodically lurching
cock as her hips again began the slow, involuntary roll that signalled the rekindling of
the uncontrollable fires burning deep in her loins. He could barely contain himself as
he felt her hungrily nibbling cunt begin to screw itself up tighter against his pelvis.
Janet felt her body coming to fiery life again. God, he was right! she thought in
amazement. The tension had magically disappeared, giving way to a maddening tingle
that was rapidly spreading from deep in her womb throughout the far reaches of her
raw nerve endings. The sensations throbbed out in waves that danced like fire across
her white skin, from her head to her toes, each time the huge impaling rod lurched
deep in her belly. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath the motionless
professor and she groaned incessantly, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete
abandon up into the air, groping for his mouth. She could feel his huge, hairy testicles
brushing against her exposed anus between her wide-spread buttocks and a strange,
unanticipated joy rippled through her. I'm actually doing it with Dr. Kelsey! she
thought wildly... Me, Janet, a simple freshman, doing it with one of the leading sex
authorities in the whole country! Even the idea that two male students and their female
collaborator were looking on failed to dim the sudden ecstasy she felt. In fact, their
presence as witnesses actually increased her pleasure, as she waved her hips up toward
the fleshy member of her professor, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.
"You like it now, don't you, Janet?" the scholar murmured, sending a particularly
forceful throb deep into the center of her being.
"God, I dooooo... I really dooo," she confirmed helplessly, as she rotated her hips
around the hard fleshy rod. The dilated lips surrounding her pink cuntal slit nibbled
hungrily at his inflated cock, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches, then
working slowly back up, until his dark pubic hair entangled with her own soft curling
fleece and the full length of his penis was embedded in her soft belly.
"Okay, tell me how you want it now," the professor prodded her, pulling his loins a
teasing few inches away from her. He watched with interest as she tried to strain up to
capture his length again as he kept pulling his cock just out of her reach.
"Wh-what?" was all the preoccupied girl could manage to gasp.
"You know, Janet... this is a fantasy test... Tell me what you want."
"Oh, Dr. Kelsey," the needful blonde girl groaned. "I want... just what you said I would
want... I want to be fucked... Fucked!"
"Yesss...?" the professor prompted teasingly. "So how do you want it? What is your
body telling you to do?"
Janet had to force her conscious mind to concentrate on finding the words to describe
the lustful fire that was threatening to consume her entire being now. She wanted to be
fucked, she knew, filled to the hilt with nothing but huge poles of male cock...
Poles?! More than one?! But where would they ever fit? Dr. Kelsey is practically
splitting my belly in two with just his one cock!
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" She couldn't stand the forced
hesitation of the professor's interrupted thrusts. The burning need deep in her loins
screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing mattered anymore but to still the
maddening hunger within her, and she was willing to go to all lengths to do it.
"Then tell me what you want, dear," the professor repeated, in a slightly annoyed tone.
His balls were aching, too, with the unpleasant break in the stimulating friction
between his cock and her cunt. He felt that he just had to continue his wild jack
hammering into her, but he knew that he had to hold out.
"I want to be fucked by two cocks," the girl fairly screamed, piercing the thick silence in
the room with her high-pitched wail. "I don't care how you do it... I want to feel two
cocks in me, now..."
"Aaaah, that's better," the older man said reassuringly. He slowly withdrew his deeply
imbedded cock until just the tip rested in the tight opening of her cunt. Then, he
surged forward with all his stored up frustration. The thick, hard length of his lust
bloated member sank powerfully into her helplessly upturned vagina. The slap of his
sperm-swollen balls slamming against her buttocks resounded through the room, as he
panted instructions to one of his two male students.
"You heard what she said," the professor barked harshly. "She wants to be stuffed with
cock... Now which one of you is going to stuff her?"
The two aroused students both came forward at once, glancing at each other and then
back at their professor. Lonny nodded toward Janet's flailing head and gaping mouth,
while Matt looked down to the naked white orbs of her ass-cheeks, raising his eyebrows
questioningly, to see if it would be all right.
Receiving no response, from either his professor or his fellow student, the earnest 
darkhaired experimenter knelt up on the bed beside the panting, sweating form of Dr.
Kelsey. Just below the stretched coral lips of Janet's pussy, straining valiantly around
the gigantic circumference of the professor's over-sized cock, Matt could just make out
the dark, clenching elastic ring of the young girl's anus. Inserting his hand carefully
under the flattened upturned smoothness of her nether flesh, the grad student urged
her pelvis up just a little higher, until the wrinkled little hole was clearly exposed to his
view. Then he looked again at his oblivious professor, and back to Janet's enticing little
orifice... He slipped his long middle finger into the wide-split crevice of her asscheeks,
smoothing it up and down the slit hesitantly, deciding how to make his unnatural,
forbidden entry.
Janet was only barely conscious of the gently probing between the soft firm half-moons
of her ass. She had become supremely conscious, now, of the pair of warm hands
kneading and squeezing at both her breasts, the same hand that had stimulated her so
effectively only a few minutes ago. But this time, her nipples were already pebble hard
and spiky, and it made her breasts ache torturously as Lonny continued to stroke and
caress them. with increasing fervor. She looked up momentarily, to see the light-haired
student crouching beside her shoulders, allowing the lust-hardened length of his cock to
spear lewdly out from between his legs.
She jumped involuntarily when she felt him grasp her tiny wrist, guiding her hand to
that heated veined pole that was staring her right in the face. He wrapped her small
hand around it tightly, squeezing his own hand around hers, and smoothing it up and
down along the hardened rod. He grinned lewdly when he caught her cornflower blue
eyes, focusing on his inspiring pole of male flesh.
"Go ahead, Janet," he whispered urgently, "put it where you want it."
"Wh-what do you mean?" the innocent freshman hesitated. There was a glistening tear
of pre-cum, oozing out of the tiny gland slit at the tip of the purplish red head, and
Janet's eyes were riveted to it, mesmerized by its close proximity.
"You wanted to be filled with two cocks," the older student explained simply. "So here's
another one... Where do you think it should go?" He flexed his penis suggestively,
nearly making her loose her tenuous hold of its unnaturally expanded circumference.
The tear of ejaculate slid down the slick, rubbery head and dribbled over the rolled-back
foreskin, before dropping obscenely off his cock to land with a splatter on her chin.
"Oh!" the girl exclaimed, shocked by the incredible heat of the viscous fluid. Her
tongue snaked out between her lips, stretching down toward the point of her chin,
flicking over the surface of her skin until she tasted the hot salty flavor of Lonny
Simon's seminal droplet.
"Right on!" Lonny encouraged her enthusiastically. "I think you're getting the idea!" He
flexed his tightened rod again, only this time, he knelt up to force it right above her
ruby lips, poising there for her enjoyment.
Oh, no, I couldn't possibly! the lust-incited girl was thinking. It wouldn't fit in my
mouth, and besides... it's forbidden... But as the word flashed through her mind, Janet
suddenly realized that she had already gone far beyond simply "forbidden"! She had
witnessed an obscene act of sodomy, and she had been a party to an illicit lesbian affair.
She'd fucked a graduate student, been sucked by another, and now she was allowing
herself to be used by the professor! What harm would it do to degrade herself
completely, in the interests of science? She knew that oral sex was something that some
people did... so why shouldn't she just see what it was like?
Lonny's eyes were watching eagerly as he saw her expression change from one of
hesitating disapproval to wholehearted desire. He leaned over her face even farther,
until the moist slick tip of his cock touched gently at her upper lip, and then she
opened her mouth wide, ovaling it around the whole flaring head. "Oooooaaargh," the
older student gasped, settling into the pillow next to the gorgeous young girl's head. It
was all he could do to keep from ramming it right down her throat, as he felt the
delicious warmth of her salivating mouth envelop his lust-hardened rod.
Janet mumbled something around the thickness of Lonny's penis, but it was muffled by
his unnatural presence in her mouth. She could feel its head slithering up the length of
her tongue, lifting her concentration from the professor's huge penis ramming deeply
into her belly. Her whole body felt as if it was nothing more than a mass of tingling
nerve-endings, and she could barely distinguish between the burning hot flesh thrusting
into her vagina and the searing hard length pushing slowly back into the saliva-slick
cavern between her cheeks.
His eyes glazed over with lust, the muscular graduate student began to jerk his pelvis as
he half-inclined beside her, sliding his long, fat cock in and out of her stretching
mouth, never quite withdrawing it. Janet tried to keep up with his increasingly rapid
thrusts, flicking her tongue tentatively over the hot, swollen head each time it withdrew
to within half an inch of her ripe, moist lips. As she established a delicate, uncertain
rhythm with his violating fellatious cock, the blonde girl became aware for the first 
time of a burning presence in the tiny virgin hole of her rectum.
"Mmmph!" she groaned around Lonny's cock, as she felt what seemed to be a huge log
battering into her sacred nether passage. In reality, it was just the first jointed knuckle
of Matt Cox's middle finger that had forced through the tight elastic ring guarding her
most private channel, but she squirmed away from it frantically, bucking up against the
professor in her inadvertent convulsion.
"Calm down, dear," the older man advised from above, but she couldn't see him for the
thrusting presence of Lonny's pelvis, flexing forward into her unnaturally contorted face
with each massive in-stroke of his slippery hard cock.
Janet twisted and thrashed, in an automatic effort to avoid impalement on the long
probing finger of the student who had taken her virginity. Her frenzied movements
only served to jerk against him harder, though, and she heard a definite pop as the
second knuckle of his finger slipped past the restraining membrane of her anus. She
could feel his fingertip clearly now, and his fingernail was outlined in the ridged inner
flesh of her rectum. As Dr. Kelsey's ever-expanding cock continued to skewer into her
from in front, Janet was sure she was going to be split in half, between the force of the
professor's pile-driving lunges and the student's experimental probing.
But she couldn't protest, as her mouth became moistened with the combination of her
own saliva and Lonny's lubricant, and she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking.
Lonny looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the captive girl
skewered between his thick cock in her mouth and the professor's cudgel in her pussy.
Unconsciously, he began to follow the older man's rhythm, and he relentlessly sawed in
and out of her mouth, forcing her lips apart with each forward jerk until he felt the
huge blood-filled head of his penis slamming into the slippery nubs of her tonsils. His
hands held her head on either side, as she coughed and sputtered with each of his
thrusts. He watched her tender lips gradually becoming accustomed to the debasing
intrusion, and he smiled at his collaborator, when he saw what the other student was
doing with Janet's cringing little anus.
Matt's unbelievably erected cock was branding into Janet's milky white ass-cheeks, and
she shuddered as she imagined that he was planning to use it the way he was using his
finger, to force up into that sensitive little opening in her nether crevice. But she
thought miserably to herself, hadn't she asked for it, explicitly? Hadn't she wanted to
know what it felt like to be completely and totally stuffed with the hot hard cock-flesh
of two, or even three males?
She was so close to feeling that now, that her whole body tingled in lewd excitement.
The penises bludgeoning into her at both ends were incredibly satisfying while at the
same time lust-inciting, and she felt the involuntary muscles of her cuntal walls
contracting and dilating in frantic anticipation, and she knew it would not be long.
The professor was nearing his own climax, and he cast an annoyed glance at the
studious graduate on his left, whose finger was still two joints up into the dark 
rigidwalled vault of the young girl's rectum.
"You're in my way," the older man hissed. "Can't you do that later? We can't both fit
down here like this..."
Matt was agreeable and compliant with the professor's wishes, but it made him a little
sad to watch the brown ring of her anal elastic poking out as he slowly withdrew his
finger, as if in an unconscious invitation for him to stay. His cock was aching
impossibly, now, and he didn't think he'd be able to wait much longer for release. His
eyes roved desperately over the slickened, sweating surface of the beautiful girl's creamy
skin, as if he was looking for another opening through which to enter her interior,
secret core. Finding none-indeed, both her orifices were incredibly stuffed to the hilt
with the two throbbingly alive cocks of his fellow student and professor – the lust
driven student reached for one of Janet's small hands, placing it around the jerking
circumference of his pole of searing flesh.
She recoiled, automatically, at first, but soon she felt him reaching for her other hand,
too, and he placed it over and around the first. She felt the thick, hot skin between her
palms, and she began to stroke it tentatively, exploring it with her fingers, and even
touching the already moistened tip. For a crazy second, she imagined that she could
stuff it into her mouth, or down into the flowering slit of her pussy, but her
imagination boggled at the overload of information. Every hole is already filled!
The lewd thought suddenly brought on the rising tide of orgasm, beginning deep in her
quivering belly. The very incredibility of her position sparked strange new pulsing
waves of excitement that danced like demons through her shredded nerve ends. The
saliva in her mouth was sticky with Lonny's lubricating emissions, but she continued to
lick and suck at the fleshy staff disappearing into her mouth, her head bobbing madly
beside his straining hips. She sucked for it all to end as she felt her own insides
exploding in a cascade of sparks and meteors, tunneling through her veins like liquid
fire.
As if in response to her own orgasm, the student lying next to her jerked suddenly and
writhed his hips up tight to her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep into her
grasping throat. She groaned around the erupting cock in her mouth as hot, thick
liquid squirted into her throat and she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and
hollowing from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. At the same time, her own
orgasm was flooding in great sensual waves of cum around the jackhammering cock in
her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its 
base. It was indescribable and the whole of her crotch felt wet and used beyond belief.
Unconscious tears of joy rolled from her eyes.
Janet was vaguely aware that the cock in her quivering cunt seemed to be getting bigger
and bigger, as the professor thrust forward without mercy. At the same time, Matt's big,
familiar cock in her hand seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and she knew it was
going to explode soon, and send geysers of sticky cum all over the velvet smoothness of
the bedspread.
It happened all at once.
Dr. Kelsey's semen began to spurt, and she could feel the delicious white liquid
shooting into her undulating channel like burning fire, trickling down the walls of her
contracting vagina like streams of molten lava. At the same time, Matt's pelvis
convulsed like a jackknife, and his burgeoning cock was nearly wrenched from her
insecure grip. The explosive force of the thick white orgasmic streams shot from the
bloated head of his penis into the air, spiralling upward for three feet before splashing
down in heated droplets all over the naked skin of the writhing, gyrating students and
their professor.
The muscles of her cunt clasped greedily around the professor's ejaculating cock, wildly
milking the deep-sunk instrument for all it could produce. Nothing else existed for the
wanton freshman girl, except the heated throb in her vagina, and the still-jerking cocks
in her mouth and hands.
Then, as she realized that all three cocks were subsiding simultaneously, she knew that
it would all end soon. Frantically she reached down to Dr. Kelsey's balls with one small
hand, desperately milking at them in an effort to keep his ejaculate streaming into her
pussy. The other hand she slid down to the base of Matt's still half-hardened cock, to
do the same with his wrinkled sac of testicles. With her tongue, Janet lapped at the
third man's balls, still swinging slowly against her chin, as the final drops of Lonny's
cum trickled down onto the surface of her pleasure-giving tongue.
"Ooooh, more, more," she sobbed incoherently around the deflating cock that was
slipping limply down the side of her cheek. She groaned in frustration as the huge
member in her vagina continued to jerk its completion, filling her womb and foaming
out the contracting fleshy lips around its base, soaking the softly matted pubic hair it
was buried in.
Only Matt's hot penile length held the promise of any further relief for the sex-crazed
young girl. She took it in both her hands again, this time pumping at it furiously,
attempting to build it up to rigid erection again, so she could feel it pulsing up inside
her still excited little cunt. It sprang up lewdly under her now-expert caress, standing
out from its hairy base with all the virility of his original hard-on. She didn't wait for
any foreplay this time, and she nearly yanked Matt up onto the bed, pulling him over
her tingling body, so he could jack-hammer into her still aroused young pussy, feeling
finally the intense satisfaction of warm, moist female flesh around his hot, thick rod.
Together they raced to their second mutual orgasm in as many days, wildly thrashing
and rocking together, oblivious to any other activity in the room.
Her climax hit her suddenly, like a fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing
incomprehensible joy broke over her quaking body and she groaned out her release as
Matt's long, thick, cock pumped frantically into her. A moment later, the graduate
student's penis spat uncontrollably into her, overflowing with its hot spewing sperm her
already cum-filled womb.
Janet's strength was suddenly gone, and she lay limp and panting in the center of the
massive red velvet bed. The dark-haired experimenter lifted himself up off her body,
withdrawing his finally deflating cock with a lewd sluicing sound. Her body was
incapable of any further movement, as she watched the two male students and their
professor slowly retrieving their clothes, and pulling them on again, before they had to
conduct their next experimental session.
Only Andrea Meyers remained passively silent, sitting calmly in one of the over-stuffed
armchairs. She was watching the others with mild interest, but her attention seemed to
be mostly on her notebook. Janet suddenly felt overwhelmingly sympathetic for the
older girl, who had again been forced to watch a scintillating sexual performance in
which she could not participate. The freshman wondered in amazement how the other
woman could stand it, especially when she concentrated on the delicious, fulfilled
sensation that was now pervading her fully satisfied loins. She must be super-human!
the confused freshman thought guiltily. She resolved right then that if she was ever
given a chance to play out her fantasies again in the experimental session, she would
request that Andrea be a part of whatever activity took place.
My God, she thought wonderingly, I'm a lesbian, too! Was there no end to the steady
stream of soul-shattering changes that were coming over the farm girl, with every
passing day that she spent on the university campus?
Janet closed her eyes, but she soon became aware that Andrea was now sitting on the
edge of the big king-sized bed. She didn't look up right away, but soon the older girl's
smooth, soft crooning voice demanded her attention.
"I have to know how you feel, Janet, before you go to sleep or leave this room," she
said. "I want you to think back to the fantasies, the pictures you imagined in your
mind, before the start of this session... I want you to tell me if they have been fulfilled,
and if they haven't, I need to know what things you still have on your mind... Think,
now..."
It was easy for Janet to close her eyes and imagine sexual visions, because her cunt was
still twitching with the after-shock of her galvanic double-orgasm. But when she closed
her eyes and tried to imagine what she still wanted to experience, she drew back in
shocked surprise.
She had pictured a fox... a fox, and a dog... a fox fucking into her wildly clasping cunt,
and a dog pumping into her from behind, into that tiny cringing hole that Matt Cox
had been exploring earlier.
Oh, God! I've gone crazy! the frightened girl thought.


Chapter 6

Janet Pitman sat immobilized on the bed, unable to give voice to the lewd, perverted
picture that assailed her inner consciousness. She looked helplessly at the older girl,
who was waiting patiently for her to speak.
"Well, what is it?" Andrea prompted. "Most subjects, by the end of their third session,
begin to experience a sort of imagination expansion, thinking of things that have never
occurred to them before... For example, Janet, I noticed Matt playing with his finger in
your ass – did that give you any new ideas?" She paused, as Janet's face took on a
serious, reflective expression.
How did she guess? the teenager wondered. If the three students and their professor
were always so accurate in their apparent mind-reading abilities, why did they even
need to bother with the tests?
"Yes, I... I did think of that," Janet answered slowly, "a-and some other things, too..."
"What other things?" Andrea asked, pencil poised and ready to record whatever the
young blonde girl said.
"Welll," Janet hesitated. "They were, um... animal things, like at the very beginning of
the experiment." She blushed as she heard herself saying it, but the older girl didn't
seem to be surprised.
Instead, Andrea scribbled something in her notebook, and then looked up to the
freshman girl for elaboration.
"I th-thought of dogs... and foxes," she admitted softly, hanging her head so her chin
was nearly touching her still sweat-slick chest.
The researcher nodded approvingly, as if this was exactly the kind of response she was
looking for. These innocent types from small towns and rural areas never ceased to
amaze her. Normally, a research subject didn't begin to picture herself in inter-species
copulation until after the fourth or even fifth experimental session, but the supposedly
prim and proper little teenagers from the farm seemed to be so much more receptive
than normal. Why, if Janet was already prepared to have sexual intercourse with a fox,
which was considered the furthest removed from a human being's typical expectations...
My God! Andrea thought to herself, careful not to betray her thoughts by her facial
expression, Janet could go all the way to HORSES!
The graduate student didn't suggest anything to show what she was thinking, but she
hurriedly copied down the notes of the pretty freshman's most recent sexual fantasies.
God, wait til Dr. Kelsey hears this one! she thought excitedly. Janet didn't offer many
specific details of the vision flickering across her mind-screen, and the older girl was too
anxious to talk to her collaborators to pump her. As soon as she had copied down the
basics of the young girl's sexual fantasy, Andrea stood up abruptly and walked out of
the room, leaving the freshman to dress and alone.
Behind the plushly decorated experimental lab was a small, crowded office. Dr. Kelsey
was sitting behind one of the two desks, and Matt Cox was doing some writing at the
other. Lonny Simon was looking over a series of lewd photographs that were tacked to
the wall, to decide which position would be the best follow-up for young Janet Pitman,
who seemed to be progressing so fast.
Andrea burst in excitedly, waving her notebook in one hand.
"Look here!" she nearly shouted. "Look at her newest fantasies!" She tossed the
notebook in front of her professor, who glanced at it quickly, his eyebrows raised in
interest.
"Are you sure about this, Andrea?" the professor asked slowly, in his gravelly voice.
"Positively," the lovely brunette nodded, her cheeks flushed with expectation. "She's just
perfect! I'd bet anything that after the fifth session she'll be ready for – for the new set
of tests!"
Lonny and Matt crowded around the scholar's desk, hastily reading over the notes
Andrea had made. As their eyes travelled down the scribbled page, both their
expressions brightened, as the same idea crept into both their imaginations at once.
"I think Andrea's right," Matt said, nodding. "This is the first girl we've ever had who
mentioned foxes this early in the tests... And nobody has ever thought about two
different species at once before. Christ, I bet we're dealing with a nympho!"
The idea was oddly stimulating to both the male graduate students. They exchanged
meaningful glances, as their imaginations set about formulating a whole new set of
tests, different from any they had already planned before, for any of their normal,
everyday experimental subjects. Dr. Kelsey and Andrea Meyers failed to pick up the
private signals passing electrically between Matt's and Lonny's brains, and as the four
continued compiling data from their observations so far, they slowly forgot about the
excitement Janet's response had initially caused.

* * *

In the red experimental lab, the pretty blonde slowly picked her abandoned clothes up
off the floor and began to pull them on. Her body was completely limp and exhausted,
but she forced herself to hurry, so she wouldn't miss her history class. She sat through
the hour-long lecture passively, barely able to take notes on the information, and by the
time the class was dismissed for lunch, Janet was ravenously hungry.
The dormitory cafeteria wasn't crowded when Janet sat down with her tray. Most of the
freshmen had lunch an hour earlier than she did, so while she didn't always get the best
selection of meals, she always had a place to sit quietly and think, while she ate her
lunch.
Today, she couldn't believe what had happened to her. For some reason, although her
body was completely satiated, Janet couldn't think of anything else but the lust
inspiring experimental lab where she had recently undergone such a radical change. It
had only been eight days ago, she reflected, that she had been in the room for the first
time, and had witnessed the debauchery between the lab assistant and the Great Dane.
Yesterday, she had deliberately given up her virginity, which she had been brought up
to prize above almost everything else, and today...
My God! Today I've been fucked by two different men! And I've sucked cock, and I've
had my pussy licked! What would Mother ever think?
A small twinge of guilt stole into the young girl's consciousness. She tried to beat it
down, telling herself that it was a requirement for her psychology 169 class, and if she
didn't take part in the series of tests, she wouldn't pass the course. But even so, her
conscience insisted that everything that had happened in the experimental situation was
her own fault... Their activities were brought on by her own requests and suggestions,
and if she had been careful, she could have avoided almost everything that had
happened so far. She could have said she imagined something simple, like a kiss, or
another adolescent form of affection... and then they wouldn't have an excuse to tease
and torment her with their long, thick cocks, sending her nerves reeling with the force
of promised orgasm.
But if she had said she only imagined a kiss, when in reality her body was demanding
ever-better stimulation, she would be ruining their experiment. She would wreck all
their results, and make them think they had planned the tests wrong. It wouldn't be fair
for her, a simple freshman from a small town, to jeopardize the importance of the
research going on at the university.
No, she told herself calmly, as she spooned up her soup, I had to do everything I've
done so far... And Dr. Kelsey was right... Nothing has hurt me; I'm perfectly safe and
unharmed. So why should I feel guilty about what I've done?
As if suddenly relieved of further responsibility, the young girl's imagination flew back
to the four red-and-gold papered walls in lab 602. She pictured what would happen
during the fourth session of the obscene series of tests, if they actually tried to help her
act out the lewd imagined sexual act she had confided in the lovely female researcher.
Janet smiled to herself, and her recently ravished loins began to tingle again with illicit
desire, as she stood up to put away her cafeteria tray, and felt the seeping moisture
already dampening the sex crevice between her milky white thighs.
She had two more classes in the afternoon, and all during both of them, Janet could
think of nothing else but next Monday, right after Sex Ed... when she would again be
admitted into that incredible little chamber of rampant pleasure. By the time she got
back in her small dormitory room, the girl's imagination had again run away with her,
and the first thing she did was throw herself down on her little bed, locking her hands
between her legs, filling and pressuring against the split of her crotch.
"Ooooh," she moaned aloud, twisting on the bed so she could kick off her cum-soaked
bikini panties. Her small hands felt cool and insignificant compared to the raging fire
that was burning out of control in her loins, and she wished fervently that she was back
in lab 602, on the huge red bed.
Her slender little fingers sought the burgeoning bud of her erect little clitoris, rubbing
and stimulating it mercilessly, as the fingers of her other hand slipped easily into the
hole between her legs, the warm, still-swollen vaginal lips flowering open expectantly.
"Goddd!... I want to go back there nowwwww," she groaned to herself, as she flicked
and fingered at the whole sensitive area of her cuntal vee. Her little finger had popped
unexpectedly inside the clenched brown ring of her anus, and she suddenly jerked with
the remembered passion of this morning.
"Aaaah, Matt... Do it to me... Do it to me there," she crooned deliriously, sliding her
tiny digit around in the tight dark rectal hole. With her other fingers, she teased and
tickled inside her vaginal walls, feeling the muscular undulation of their involuntary
pulsing. Her mind was aflame with the same lewd visions she had been imagining all
day, grand impossible chains of copulating humans and beasts, joined obscenely in
illicit sexual entanglement.
Matt was ramming into her ass from behind, and a vague hairy dog plunged into her
pussy from in front. The dog's long rough tongue was dribbling and drooling at the
moist throbbing slit of Andrea's coralline cunt, and the beautiful woman's lips were
ovaled around the shaft of the other grad student's cock. Janet licked her lips as she
imagined the pungent flavor of male sperm in her mouth-sperm from a sleek male fox,
pumping frantically above her face.
"Aaaggghhh!" the freshman cried out involuntarily, as her body wracked and quaked
with the visions exploding across her mind-screen. Now she saw a goat, balancing
above her precariously while his rampant penis throbbed out between her own
flagellating pussy petals. Someone's cock was in her mouth, and his mouth was
clamped tightly to Andrea Meyers' seething cunt. The older girl's softly rounded mouth
accepted another dog's cock, and she stroked a human penis in each of her slender
white tapering hands.
Janet's fingers were aching now and she strained and shoved into her cunt and rectum,
pushing relentlessly for her illicit orgasm. She was perspiring freely as she thrashed
around on the small built-in bed, feeling the synapses of her nerves exploding with
electrical shocks. Her mind and body were completely overloaded with sensation and
imagination now, and her uninhibited cries pierced the close stillness of her private
dormitory room.
Suddenly, her brain jumped up with the image of Andrea, Thrasher, Matt, Lonny,
herself and Dr. Kelsey all jerking and writhing with a massively volatile orgasm. She
didn't know that it was her own release overtaking her senses, and she wasn't aware
that she had rolled screaming off the bed, to lie in the center of the little hooked rug on
the floor, ramming viciously with her whole wrist into the climaxing hole of her cunt.
Her body convulsed spasmodically around her own invading hands, and she moaned
and twisted incessantly to release the full power of her orgasm. Finally, one last wail
escaped her passion-contorted lips, echoing resoundingly off all four walls of her room,
assaulting her ears with its shrieking high-pitch.
"Aaaaiiieee! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
"What's going on in here?" a stern voice demanded.
Janet's eyes were still blurry, and her face was dripping with perspiration. Her hands
were still lewdly clenched between her limply twitching thighs. She bent her head
backward, toward the source of the voice.
"What's going on in here?" it repeated. From her upside down view Janet couldn't quite
recognize the housemother of the women's dorm, and in any case, she was too
exhausted to reply.
For the third time, the older woman's harsh voice demanded an explanation, and Janet
rolled over and sat up.
"M-Mrs. Daggett!" she breathed incredulously. She looked down sheepishly at her
rumpled, lewdly aromatic clothing, wondering when the housemother had come to the
door, and how much she had seen of Janet's perverted self-stimulation.
"It sounded like someone was being tortured in here," the older woman explained,
regarding the girl stiffly. "Now suppose you come down to the office and tell me what's
happened!"


Chapter 7

Janet Pitman was miserable. She couldn't remember a single moment in her entire life
that had been more depressing than the moment she had emerged from the
housemother's office. Everything seemed to be caving in all around her, and all because
of that exciting series of experiments she had been doing for her sexual education class.
It just wasn't fair!
Mrs. Daggett hadn't come right out and said that she knew what had been causing the
girl to cry out with such animalistic abandon. But it was clear from what the widowed
woman did say that she had witnessed more of the perverted act than Janet cared to
admit, through the door that she had carelessly left open.
"The purpose for the quiet hours rule is to allow all the students living in the dormitory
time to study," the glinting-eyed woman had begun. "It's absolutely essential that we
maintain this quiet time... and any activities" – here the housemother paused for
emphasis – "that require excessive noise, will have to be curtailed."
Janet had been trembling shamefacedly, trying to beat down her rising heartbeat and to
regain her composure. But with the ecstasy of her self-induced orgasm so nearly past,
she couldn't force her mind to think of anything to say. Oh, how did I get myself into
all this? I was never in trouble back home!
"I won't embarrass you," Mrs. Daggett had continued, "by asking you the cause of that
bestial outburst. But I will take this opportunity to warn you, that the rules of this
dormitory must be followed."
"I-I understand that, Mrs. Daggett," the young girl whispered, and then her
punishment had come.
"To give you a chance to get used to dormitory rules, Miss Pitman," the staid woman
had said, "I will give you one chance. That means you will be on probation for a month
– no late hours, no weekend leaves except on your parents' request, and no
extracurricular activities. That way you'll learn how important it is to follow the
dormitory rules. Is that clear?"
The quivering young girl nodded mutely. Mrs. Daggett gave her a long pink form,
which had to be signed by all her professors, certifying that she had attended their
classes. At the end of her month's probation period, Janet would have to turn the form
in to Mrs. Daggett, to be analyzed to confirm her good behavior.
It was so humiliating! How could she face Dr. Kelsey, whose massive penis had only
this morning snaked up into her squirming pussy, with the degrading punishment form
that he had to sign? And what would happen next Monday, when she was to go to the
lab for the fourth inter-species copulation session? Would she have to have the form
signed then, too?
In a way, all the events of this afternoon and evening had been strangely tied together
by the lewd series of experiments. If she had not signed up as a subject in the inter
species experiment, she would not have found herself thinking about all the weird, lust
inciting sexual positions. And if she had not been thinking about the positions, she
would not have been inexorably driven to masturbate, to relieve the fiery tension her
visions caused in her pussy. And if she had not been finger-fucking herself while her
mind ran wild with passion, Mrs. Daggett would not have had the chance to hear her –
or maybe even see her as she rolled around wantonly on the floor of her dorm room. It
just didn't seem fair!
And yet, that was exactly the way the coincidental chain of events had happened. There
was nothing Janet could do about it now, except abide by the terms of her probation
and hope that she could learn to live with it.
But by the next morning, when the freshman was on her way to class, her hopes were
dashed. In her purse, the folded pink form for her professors to sign seemed to be
burning a hole right through the leather, and her face burned correspondingly, as she
imagined that everyone on campus must be aware of her disgrace by now. She hung her
head shamefully, afraid to look anyone in the eyes, and when she got to the sexual
education lecture hall, she deliberately chose an anonymous seat in the back, where she
hoped that Andrea Meyers would not recognize her.
Dr. Kelsey's lecture subject for Wednesday couldn't have been worse. He was talking
about the values of masturbation, and the history and future of this widespread but
little-talked-about practice.
"The art of self-stimulation is as old as life itself," the professor said, in his gravelly
speaking voice. "I'm sure those of you who have lived around animals are aware of their
frequent licking and pawing of their private parts. People will tell you that this is due to
their natural instinct to keep clean, but if you will observe them closely, you will see
that they get excited by their unconscious stimulation of their genital organs..."
Janet tried to write notes in her binder, but her hand was shaking with insecurity. She
slid down in her chair, hiding her face behind the boy who sat in front of her. Dr.
Kelsey went on with his lecture, explaining how the Greeks and Romans used
masturbation and homosexuality to keep the population down, and how in some
societies self-stimulation was regarded almost as an art form. It was when he got to the
part about the present-day status of masturbation in a changing society that the
freshman from Milltown thought she had heard enough.
She closed her notebook and laid down her pencil, unable to continue to pay attention.
She wanted desperately to get up and sneak quietly out the door, but she knew that she
had to stay until the end of the lecture, to get Dr. Kelsey's signature on the humiliating
pink form. Why did it have to happen now? she wondered. It was as though the whole
circumstance was part of a big master plan, designed specifically to make her feel guilty,
for deriving such pleasure out of the wonderful things she had only recently come to
know.
It seemed like hours before Dr. Kelsey had finished explaining some of the most
common forms of both male and female masturbation. After he had given the students
a few examples of unorthodox methods of achieving self-induced orgasm, the dismissal
bell rang mercifully, and as the other students filed out the back door of the lecture hall,
Janet pushed her way down toward the stage. Dr. Kelsey was gathering his papers
together when the nervous girl reached the podium.
"Aaah, Janet Pitman," the professor nodded approvingly. "I've heard some good reports
on your performance in the inter-species experiment."
Janet blushed uncontrollably. In a small voice she said, "That's partly why I came to see
you."
"Oh?" the man said, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. "Why don't we go over to my
office? We can have a nice, private chat there..."
The blonde girl was too embarrassed to explain the real object of her mission, so she
nodded silently and followed him out of the lecture hall.
Dr. Kelsey's office was in the psychology building, right next to the dorms. At the sight
of her residence hall Janet shuddered nervously, but she kept a few steps behind the
professor so he wouldn't sense her uneasiness. Fortunately, his cubicle was facing the
opposite direction, so as she settled down into the worn leather chair across from his
huge, messy-looking desk, she could look out the window toward the biology building,
where she had learned so much in such a short time.
"Now, Janet, what's on your mind?" the older man asked kindly, pouring himself a cup
of coffee from a desk percolator. He offered her some, but she refused politely, not
wanting to let herself forget why she was here.
"This," she answered simply, pulling the humiliating pink form out of her purse. She
held it out for him to inspect, marking the space reserved for his signature with her
pencil.
"Dormitory probation," the professor guessed instantly. He'd seen many of the forms
before, in his long experience at this institution of higher learning. The system of rules
and punishments meted out by the dormitory officials was not at all to his liking, but
he had gotten used to their strictness after so many years as a professor. He looked over
the blank sheet that the girl had handed him, nodding thoughtfully.
"What did you get it for, dear?" he asked Finally, after applying his signature in the
designated space. "Having a man in your room?" That was the reason most girls got
put on probation, he knew, although last week he would have thought it impossible in
the case of Janet Pitman.
"No, not exactly," she answered slowly. "It was for... making too much noise during
study hours..."
Dr. Kelsey didn't really understand the meaning of her evasive answer, but she could
tell that she didn't want to talk about it. "Oh, having a party at midnight, then," he said
lightly, with a friendly half-smile.
"D-Dr. Kelsey, I was wondering. Does this mean I can't go on with the... experiment?"
she asked hesitantly. "Does someone have to sign for the laboratory time too?" The
fearful apprehension was plainly evident in her voice.
"That depends," the professor mused thoughtfully. He was thinking about what his
pretty graduate assistant had told him just yesterday, about her conviction that Janet
was ready to go on to the next series of tests. He chose his words carefully, so as not to
upset the innocent young freshman with his proposal.
"Andrea and the boys think that you're one of the most promising subjects they've
encountered in a long time, Janet. It seems that your imagination is clear and
progressive, and your fantasies are reaching the point where they can no longer be
accommodated by the structure of the series of tests..."
The scholar's words were almost incomprehensible to the freshman, but she listened
attentively, catching the subtle underlying suggestion of the professor's proposition. My
God, he wants me to do something else, something that's not part of the experiment!
Her brain raced forward instantly, like a pent-up bull suddenly released from his pen,
charging around frantically in search of satisfaction.
"We were discussing a new format for your last two sessions with us... possibly
involving animals."
"But I thought," Janet interrupted hastily, "that the experiment was supposed to be
about animals!"
"Normally, all we do in the five sessions is break down the subject's resistance to the
idea of inter-species copulation. We do this by showing her, through a series of acting
out situations, that she has the potential to appreciate these things built right into her
imagination. That's why we encourage fantasizing before and after each session, to see
how much the subject's attitude's have changed."
Janet nodded interestedly. Already she had forgotten about the degrading pink sheet she
had presented to the professor, and her imagination was careening over an uncharted
course of fantastic sexual possibilities.
"In your case," the professor continued, "Lonny, Matt, and Andrea find that your
fantasies are running far ahead of normal progress, so they don't think you really need
to finish up the original series they had planned. What we'd like to do, Janet," – he
leaned forward in his chair, bracing his elbows on his desk to steady himself – "is use
you in a new series of tests, Inter-species Copulation Part Two. You'd be the first
subject ever to go through this experiment, but for a girl of your obviously colorful
imagination, I think it would be stimulating and satisfying."
"Wh-What would I have to do?" the farmer's daughter asked hesitantly. She had grown
to enjoy the originally planned sessions so much that she wasn't ready to give them up
frivolously.
"That hasn't been entirely worked out," Dr. Kelsey told her. "But next week, when you
come in for your fourth session, we'll do something different..."
Janet could hardly believe her ears. Here she had thought she was ruining the graduate
students' experiment, when actually she was the best subject they had ever had. And
now they wanted her to jump ahead, and try things they hadn't even thought of yet!
But then she remembered the prohibitive dormitory probation.
"What about that?" the young girl asked soberly, pointing to the pink sheet still on Dr.
Kelsey's desk.
The professor merely patted the back of her hand. "We'll take care of that," he
promised.


Chapter 8

As the week wore on, Janet Pitman's new sense of confidence began to wane. The
conditions of her probation had been strictly enforced, and she honestly began to doubt
Dr. Kelsey's ability to get Mrs. Daggett to ease up a little. By Friday, the first night that
Janet would miss the late hours free time that all the other girls were given on
weekends, the poor girl was downright depressed. Sitting alone in the empty dormitory
lobby was no way for a beautiful blonde to spend a Friday night.
She tried to read, as the TV flickered noiselessly, but the huge recreation room was so
lonely that it was eerie. She kept imagining that there were spies lurking in the
shadows, taking notes on her every move, reading her thoughts and desires, recording
them for that horrible Mrs. Daggett. Unconsciously, Janet crossed her legs in protection
of her precious sexual core, cringing there between her thighs.
Oh, God, how will I ever be able to stand this for a whole month?
Her tormented imagination was working overtime, and now she felt the crotchband of
her panties becoming warm and damp and she began to feel increasingly
uncomfortable, as she tried to shift her thoughts to something else. Her book slipped
heavily from her hands, landing with a plop on the cushion beside her, and her head
inclined backwards, resting on the back of the sofa. Her cornflower blue eyes roved
aimlessly around the lobby, seeing nothing but the emptiness of spending Friday night
alone.
"Janet!"
What was that? The blonde girl whirled around and sat upright again. She perked up
her ears, but heard nothing. Am I having a hallucination?
"Janet!" The voice seemed closer this time, beckoning to her like some invisible
conscience. "Over here, by the refrigerator..."
The freshman stood up, looking over her shoulder to make sure that the housemother
wasn't watching. Casually she approached the refrigerator, as if she was just going to
get a coke.
"Who is it?" she whispered urgently, reaching the corner of the room where the voice
had come from. "Where are you?"
"Outside," the man responded, and Janet looked through the louvered windows next to
the refrigerator. It was dark outside, and there was a large, nondescript bush growing in
front of the window, so she couldn't even make out a human form, much less a face.
She squinted and peered through the screen, and then suddenly whirled around to see
that Mrs. Daggett was still occupied at the desk.
"It's okay, Janet," the voice reassured her. "I can see the old witch from here..."
"Lonny!" the girl suddenly cried in a hoarse whisper, finally recognizing the man's
voice. "What are you doing here? Why don't you come into the lobby?"
"Shhh," he cautioned. "I don't want your housemother to know you have company...
We were wondering..."
"We?" the girl repeated.
"Andrea and me... We thought we might be able to have... another session tonight-"
The freshman's mind was in a jumble. Her depression of a few minutes ago had given
way to a strange confusion, as she tried to make sense of what the graduate student was
saying. Another session? Tonight? I thought Dr. Kelsey was going to arrange that for
next week, like we usually do... What's going on?
Aloud she said, "Is this part of the experiment?"
"Sure," the woman's voice answered, speaking for the first time. Then she added, "Sort
of... We're sure you'll enjoy it, and we figured this would be easier than trying to beat
your restriction..."
"Trying to beat my restriction? What do you mean?"
"Well," Andrea continued calmly, "Dr. Kelsey doesn't think you'll be able to participate
in the regular sessions because of that pink sheet with all your classes listed on it... See,
the experiment isn't listed as a valid excuse to be out of the dormitory. So the only way
to get out is to sneak out. Now, when I was a freshman, I stayed in this building, and
all my friends and I had a way to sneak out after hours. You know the door at the end
of the hallway on the second floor?"
Janet whispered back that she did, and listened incredulously while the older girl
explained a clever way of disengaging the alarm that was operated by the movements of
the door. All the blonde girl had to do, Andrea said, was insert a pencil into the space
between the door and the frame, to keep the alarm from sounding. Then she could
easily climb down the fire escape and be free for as long as she wanted. If she was
lucky, no one would check the door, and she would be able to sneak back in the same
way, without ever being observed or missed.
"How about it?" Andrea inquired expectantly.
"I... I don't know..." Janet whispered back. She had to admit that the idea sounded
awfully tempting, compared with the prospect of spending the whole month cooped up
in the recreation hall. At the same time, however, the young girl sensed something
illicit in the daring plan – she wasn't sure that Lonny and Andrea were being perfectly
honest with her. Hadn't Dr. Kelsey assured her, after all, that the experiment would go
ahead as scheduled? And if it couldn't, wouldn't somebody have told her in class today?
Why would they be so stealthy and secretive about it, if everything was aboveboard?
The blonde freshman pondered for a long time. She opened the door to the refrigerator
and pretended to be looking for something, while she listened to the impatient whispers
of the pair of graduate students outside the window.
"Are you going to do it?"
"It's all part of the experiment..."
Janet glanced back over her shoulder toward the stooped form of the housemother, who
was still seemingly unaware that the girl was talking to someone outside the residence
hall. Then she looked back into the bushes outside the window, not seeing, but sensing
the presence of the two anxious graduate students. Why not, she mused thoughtfully. I
was going to start some new experiments anyway... Suddenly, she closed the refrigerator
door with a loud bang, whispering out the window, "Okay, I'll try..."
She didn't even wait for a response from the two older students. She scooped up her
book from the couch, walked rapidly past the hawk-eyed housemother, and mounted
the stairs. The second floor looked just like the third floor, where her room was, so
Janet had no trouble locating the emergency exit at the end of the long hall. She slipped
a pencil in the crack between the door and the alarm button, just as Andrea had
advised, and then, carefully, she tried the latch.
The click of the unused latch was unnaturally loud, causing the girl to jump, but
mercifully no alarm signal sounded. Janet quickly closed the door behind her, making
sure that the latch didn't click shut, and ran down the heavy steel fire escape to the
ground in the back of the building. She hurried around to the front, where she saw
Lonny Simon and Andrea Meyers, waiting anxiously on the sidewalk by a parked car.
"Hop in," Lonny greeted her, holding the door of the old model Volkswagen open.
Janet ducked under his arm and slid into the back seat, feeling the odd impression that
she was being kidnapped. Oh, stop it, she told herself sternly. You know these people
well!
Nevertheless, the blonde freshman began to feel more than a little nervous as Lonny
seated himself behind the wheel and roared off campus as if his old VW was a hot
sports car. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes later when he pulled up in
front of a staid-looking fraternity house, announcing that this was where he lived.
Andrea didn't seem at all surprised, and Janet guessed that the older girl had probably
been here before... but to Janet herself, the idea of going into a strictly male residence
was somehow unnerving, and she began to wish she hadn't let herself be talked into
coming.
Surely this can't be part of the experiment, her reasoning mind told her. If it was, Matt
and Dr. Kelsey would be here too...
Lonny led the two women up the back steps, through the gigantic communal kitchen,
and into a large, well-fitted recreation room. It was at least ten times better than the
meager rec room in the dorms, Janet noted, her eyes widening as she looked at the two
pool tables, a ping pong table, huge stereo system, and an enormous record collection.
There were two color TV's, facing opposite directions, and at least four massive, soft
looking sofas, occupied now by several clean-cut looking young men and their gorgeous
dates.
The men didn't even look up as Lonny led the two women through a curtained
doorway, clearly marked, "No Women Beyond This Point". It must be normal, Janet
mused, for a guy to break the rules here. She followed closely behind Andrea as they
wound their way through a maze of hallways, twisting this way and that through the
old, converted mansion. Finally they came to a door with a lewd calendar pin-up tacked
to the front, and underneath it was a handwritten label: Sex Research Conducted Here
– Enter At Your Own Risk! And although the freshman knew that it was probably a
joke between Lonny and his fraternity brothers, Janet couldn't help being a little
apprehensive. What if the sign was right?
Lonny's room was luxurious beyond comparison, when Janet remembered the shabby
car he drove and the long hours he spent in the lab room on campus. It was dominated
by a circular waterbed, right in the middle of the floor, and the ceiling was covered with
a parachute-like silk hanging which draped down around the waterbed, so it could be
completely curtained off from the rest of the room. The silk curtain was black, and it
began to shimmer and glow fantastically when the older student turned on a fluorescent
light in the center of the ceiling.
"Ooooh, wow!" Janet breathed.
"You like my room, then?" Lonny asked proudly. "I tried to get the professor to set up
the laboratory like this, but he's convinced that red is a more sensual color... But we'll
leave that decision up to you, after you've had experience in both places..."
The grad student's suggestion was clear and unmistakable, and Janet tried to tell herself
not to worry. After all, what did you think he wanted you to come over here for? she
taunted herself. She stood almost mesmerized as she watched both Lonny and Andrea
casually strip away their clothes, until they were both stark naked in the weird purplish
glow of the black light.
"Come on," Andrea urged, coming over to help Janet off with her clothes. "You were
always so anxious in the other sessions..." Janet could hardly help the other woman pull
her sweater over her head or unhook her lacy brassiere. Andrea's teeth and eyes
sparkled demonically in the eerie light, and the freshman began to feel genuinely afraid.
She stood absolutely still while the beautiful nude woman pulled and twisted at her
clothes, until finally, Janet, too, was completely naked.
"Wh-what do we do now?" the blonde girl stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, before we go into animals," Andrea explained, "there's one more thing we have
to do... Do you remember what Matt Cox was doing with his finger, the other day?"
Did she remember? My God, that was the very thing that had gotten her into trouble
with her housemother at the dorms! If her imagination hadn't been totally captivated by
that lewd, suggestive, obscene act, Janet might never have been restricted to dormitory
probation!
"Okay," Andrea nodded, taking her silence for affirmation. "That's what it is... Now you
lie down here," she instructed, pointing to the shiny satin sheets of the waterbed, "and
Lonny and I will take care of the rest."
Obediently, the pretty blonde farm girl crawled up on the bed, exclaiming in surprise at
the way the sealed mattress rocked and swayed under her weight. She knelt up on all
fours, according to Andrea's instructions, her buttocks quivering apprehensively in the
sensual black light. She gasped when the bed rocked with Andrea's weight, and she felt
the older girl climbing up behind her, mounting her just like a dog!
Andrea's full warm breasts pressed softly into the small of Janet's back, their nipples
poking spikily into the young girl's sensitive skin. What was she going to do?
As if in answer, the lovely brunette leaned forward over the blonde's body, reaching
down to cup Janet's swinging fleshy breasts, one in each hand. She began to knead and
squeeze at the girl's heaving melon-shaped orbs, stroking over the pinkly quivering
nipples until they sprang up hard between her expert fingers. Janet felt the blood
rushing through her veins as her heartbeat speeded up automatically, to accommodate
the increase in sensations coursing through her nerves.
Lonny stood close to the round rocking mattress, his eyes bulging in excitement at the
unfamiliar sight. He and his fellow graduates had never before performed the act that
he and Andrea had planned for tonight, because they had never found a subject who
seemed suited for such advanced forms of sex. And now that they were finally getting
the chance to try it, Lonny could barely contain his excitement. The two gorgeous
women tangled together animal fashion on the bed presented an image that was more
than he could bear.
Christ! he muttered to himself. Two broads making love like a couple of bitches in heat!
The mashed lushness of Andrea's huge mature breasts contrasted obscenely with the
hanging trembling flesh of Janet's firm young globes, and it was all Lonny could do to
keep from jumping down there on the bed with them, to feel his blood-engorged cock
sliding up and down in the valleys between the women's ripely inviting breast.
He reached down between his legs, to massage the throbbing length of his massive,
fully erected organ, while his eyes remained riveted on the salacious scene the two
female students enacted on his own bed.
Andrea removed one of her hands from Janet's breast, and moved it down across the
blonde girl's taut, flat belly. She trailed it over the freshman's lightly curling pubic
wisps, insinuating it between her clenched thighs, and pulled them apart gently,
exposing the coral slit of Janet's already excited pussy.
"Look here, Lonny," the older girl panted to her companion, as she leaned back from
the girl's quivering ass just long enough to let the man get a view of the tempting
young cunt that had brought them all so much joy and excitement.
"God, it's gorgeous," the student responded appreciatively. "Hurry up, Andrea, and get
her ready... my cock's about to burst."
Janet flinched at the man's suggestive words. What did they intend to do to her,
anyway? Hadn't Andrea just said they were going to do what Matt had done, in the last
experimental session? Didn't that mean they were going to stick their fingers into her
cringing little asshole? What did Lonny mean about his cock! Surely it would be
impossible for the graduate student to shove his whole, lust-engorged cock into that
tiny virgin hole!
Shudders of apprehension began to quake through her, as Andrea pulled her ankles
apart with both hands, spreading Janet's backside like a giant pair of scissors, until the
freshman could feel the strain in the stretching membranes of both her cunt and her
rectal orifice. She was totally exposed to both graduate students' eager gazes, as she felt
their stares penetrating her very skin.
Janet began to chastise herself for being so gullible. Not only had she allowed her
uncontrollable anticipation of sexual fulfillment to make her agree with Lonny's and
Andrea's wild plans for her, but she had also jeopardized her position in the legitimate
experiment, right when she was on the verge of breaking new ground, trying things
that no other subject had tried before. How could I be so stupid?
It was hard for her to hold herself up, her body was so unnaturally spread. She
trembled and winced as she felt the pressure of Andrea's fingers between her legs,
flicking over the tender flesh of her exposed vaginal opening, trailing a line all the way
from her clitoris to the tight brown ring of her anus.
"What's wrong, Janet?" she heard the older girl ask. "You're not relaxing..."
The corn silk blonde couldn't answer her, as her fingers thrust suddenly deep into her
moistened cleft, bringing another helpless twitch from her body. Janet moaned
involuntarily, as her cuntal lips began to flower open in invitation to be ravished, and
she screwed her buttocks up higher, to allow Andrea to enter her pulsing pink slit.
"Don't worry, Lonny, she'll want it soon enough," Andrea said over her shoulder to the
hungry-eyed student standing by. "I guess she's just not used to the new
environment..."
Janet squirmed and flinched, torn between her own extraordinary carnal desires and her
apprehension of the uninhibited advances of the two graduate students. She tried to
escape the unnatural impalement of the older girl's finger, as it now snaked upward
into her undulating vagina, but her body seemed to be reacting of its own volition,
suctioning against the woman's digit as if to prevent it from slipping out.
"Let it go, Janet," Andrea advised from behind. "You know what we're going to do,
don't you... last Monday you even asked for it!"
"Tuesday," Janet corrected sullenly, but it didn't make any difference. Once again her
impossibly intense sexuality had gotten her in trouble and she resolved to let nature
take its course, and then get out of there as quickly as she could. Everything that had
seemed so beautiful and promising earlier in the week had been twisted and bent out of
shape, until it was no longer recognizable. If only she had had the strength to listen to
her conscience!
Her pussy was trembling helplessly now, dilating and dampening around the graduate
student's teasingly invading finger. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, meeting the
older girl' illicit plunges, wishing with all her will that Andrea would put another finger,
and maybe a third, into her tortured passage.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, straining around the student's slender probe. "Ooooh,
more... more."
"Yesss, that's better," Andrea crooned approvingly behind her. But instead of
acquiescing, the older girl twisted her hand around, pivoting it on the finger imbedded
securely in Janet's palpitating cunt. She turned her hand until her little finger brushed
against the wrinkled tight surface of Janet's little anus, and then she pushed mightily
downward, forcing her middle finger even deeper in the girl's seething pussy, but at the
same time insinuating her little finger into the clenched elastic nether ring.
"Ooooh, not that!" Janet wailed helplessly. But she couldn't fight it, because her belly
was burning up with the licking flames of desire, and if Andrea removed her little finger
from Janet's asshole, she would also be pulling her middle finger from its sheath in her
cunt.
As the farm girl's hips undulated steadily, in rhythm with Andrea's finger plunging into
her vagina, she felt the increasing pressure forcing into her backside, pushing away the
almost untouched tightly clenched flesh with each forward thrust. She trembled and
cowered in the center of the rocking waterbed, as her concentration centered on the
forbidden invasion of her rectum.
God, a man's penis will never fit in there! she thought again. She wondered how she
had ever managed to take Matt Cox's muscular masculine finger in that private little
sanctuary, only three days ago. Already the tormenting pressure of just Andrea's little
finger was stretching her nether passage beyond belief.
She clenched her legs and buttocks together, feeling her softly rounded asscheeks
squeezing sensually around Andrea's hand. I can't let it go on, her benumbed brain was
chanting. They can't make me do it if I don't want to...
But even as she vowed internally to put a stop to this salacious torture, Janet knew she
was wrong. She knew that she had said she wanted to try this very thing, even though
she had imagined it with a slender stiff animal penis rather than the thick hard
instrument that was jutting out from Lonny's hairy loins. She twisted her face around
so she was looking straight at the man's cudgel now, and she could barely believe her
eyes.
Oh, God! What have I done?
Abruptly, she felt a gush of cool air wash over her tormented backside as Andrea raised
up from her body and knelt on the mattress behind her. She pulled her fingers from the
girl's two private orifices with a wet sluicing sound, leaving Janet feeling empty and
frustrated. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked back to where Andrea was
sitting.
"Wh-?" she began, but then she saw what was happening.
Andrea waved her hand over Janet's nakedly trembling buttocks, indicating to Lonny
that she was ready. The male student eagerly climbed up on the bed beside his
collaborator, sending massive waves rocking over the waterbed so that Janet lost her
balance.
Moments later, she felt the sudden wild slithering of lips, licking all around the smooth
ovals of her buttocks. Lonny was licking and sucking her backside without control,
bringing tiny gasps from her as she ground her groin into the mattress in shock. But
every time she pressed her hips into the waterbed, she set off a chain reaction, as the
waves responded by heaving her right back up against the man's slithery flicking
tongue.
He spread her asscheeks apart with his thumbs and she could feel his tongue trailing
down to lick the crevice between them. He pulled at the soft flesh around her naked
anus and she could feel the strain on the tight puckered hole. She felt completely
helpless and obscenely naked as his hulking form hovered over her buttocks, pillaging
the tiny brown opening with his tongue.
Andrea had backed away from the bed now, and she was watching with the intense
interest she had in all sexual experiments. It pleased her almost as much to see other
people writhing and thrashing in complete ecstatic abandon as it did to feel the
pleasurable stimulation of her own naked genitals. Now she was watching closely for
the moment when Lonny would insert his huge long penis into Janet's forbidden
depths, not wanting to miss a second of the wild, frenzied sensuality she was sure they
would both experience.
Lonny raised his head from the girl's slickly shining backside now and reached out for
Janet's ankles. He pressed them wider apart, until her feet were reaching almost to the
edges of the round waterbed, dividing the circle into thirds along with her naked torso.
She felt his thick finger probing at the puckered little inlet like a teasing needle and she
jerked automatically from the penetration that she knew was coming. He poked for a
moment at the outer edges of the small elastic circle, then shoved forward, sinking his
finger up to the first knuckle.
"That's right, Lonny," she heard Andrea say. "Just stretch it a little more like Matt did,
and I think she'll be ready to take you."
Janet jumped and flinched, her muscles involuntarily contracting around the nowfamiliar 
intrusion in her anus. Lonny's finger was big and hot, and perhaps if she had
had a nice warm penis slicing in and out of her cunt, Janet might have been able to
enjoy the unnatural presence in her rectum. But there was no cock plundering her
vagina, and the girl's attention was riveted securely on the searing impossible entry of
Lonny's finger in her rectum, and her only thought was to get it out.
She sucked in her breath as she felt him begin to move his middle finger around in her
tight anus, sawing it in and out in preparation for what was to come. She moaned and
pressed her face down into the undulant mattress as he burrowed deeper, slipping his
finger in to the second knuckle, and then slowly and methodically twisting it around in
her tightly contracting asshole.
Janet forced herself to relax, in spite of the impossible invasion of her rectum and the
soaring fire burning out of control in her loins. She imagined that if she could
concentrate on her cunt, and the needful ache in her belly, she would forget about
Lonny's lustful intrusion into her most private orifice. Perhaps she could even pretend
that it was her seething pussy he was playing with, teasing and torturing beyond
control.
But she jerked unexpectedly as she felt the student insert a second finger into her
stretching nether channel. She wriggled her pelvis automatically, trying to escape the
added presence, but it only set the water-mattress to rocking, establishing a lewd
suggestive rhythm for his plunging fingers into her ravaged anus.
She was certain now that his monstrous cock would never fit in her unused passage. It
would absolutely split her in two. She tried to cringe away from him, but he pushed her
down tightly into the undulating mattress by placing the flat of his other hand right in
the center of her back. He screwed his fingers into her relentlessly, stretching the tiny
puckered anus until she began to groan with apprehension.
"It's impossible," she moaned into the mattress. "L-Lonny, I think I was wrong when I
said I wanted it " Her voice was a frightened mewl, and the male student responded
kindly. "No, Janet, you weren't wrong... You'll really enjoy it, once you get used to it...
and if you want to try the special experiments, you'll have to get used to it."
Janet had forgotten about the promise of new and more exciting things she would learn
from the new series of tests. For a hesitating moment, she thought that maybe she
wouldn't really want to be the first subject in the new experiments, but almost
immediately, she realized that Lonny was right.
At the same time, she felt the tight elastic ring of her anus clinging to the graduate
student's fingers as he slipped them slowly out. Finally, she heard and felt the pop of
his knuckles, as they slipped with a sucking sound through the rubbery membrane, and
her back passage felt strangely empty, as her cunt did.
Lonny trembled in sexual fervor as he contemplated the stretched but still miniscule
opening of the young girl's virginal rectum. Never in the whole series of experiments
had he fucked a girl in the ass – they had all been too reserved and puritanical to ask
for it, and it was their policy to do only what the girls imagined they needed, to
eliminate their sexual inhibitions. His eyes gleamed wildly as he stroked his hugely
swollen cock, bringing it to its full gargantuan size.
Andrea looked on lustfully, as hungry for the girl's tiny rectum as she was for the
sensation of feeling Lonny's massive instrument worming up between her legs. She was
proud that it had been she who had discovered the adventurous tendencies lurking in
young Janet's imagination, even if the girl was balking now out of apprehension.
Andrea knew it was going to turn out splendidly, and she urged Lonny to get on with
it.
"Don't keep her in suspense, Lon," she prompted him. "Her ass isn't getting any bigger
while you stall around." She knew that her fellow researcher was amazed by the glaring
difference in circumference between his huge organ and the girl's tiny orifice, but she
also knew that the only way to accommodate for it was to forge right ahead.
Janet felt his hands on her hips, forcing them up into the kneeling position she had
taken when Andrea had first begun to stimulate her. Her buttocks waved high in the air
behind her, waving as if in open invitation to the unnatural ravishment about to begin.
She felt him kneel up between her widespread thighs directly behind her, the head of
his huge cock coming to rest in the split of her ass as he positioned himself.
His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the
tiny puckered anus, stretching it widely open. Then, she felt the blunt probing between
his thumbs, soft and rubbery at first, and then growing into a deliberate, unresisting
pressure.
"Oooooh, I c-can't..." she stammered apprehensively, as she felt the tight elastic ring
give way before the pressure. There was a loud snapping sound as the huge head
popped inside her virgin ring with a sudden forceful rush.
"Relax, Janet," Andrea coaxed from the sidelines. "I know it feels strange at first, but
just relax!"
The male student wrapped his hands around her writhing hips and strained forward
again, trying to hold her involuntarily jerking body still at the same time as he
attempted to continue his forward plunge. Slowly, relentlessly, he thrust forward,
feeling every groove of her ridged anal walls giving slightly under the pressure of his
unnaturally thickened organ.
"Unh!" he grunted, with the expended energy of his efforts. "Shit, I'm only halfway in,"
he reported, partially to Andrea, but mostly to himself. Damn, but her little asshole was
tight! No wonder she had protested so much about its miniature size!
Still, Lonny knew that Andrea had been right about how much he was going to enjoy
it. The clenching pressure of Janet's elastic rectal walls was sending shock waves of
pleasure through his body, even though his penis was so trapped that he couldn't move
it. He felt his balls churning with the weight of their load, and he took a deep breath
before plunging forward again.
Janet was crushing down into the mattress, and rocking lewdly with the waves she
created in the waterbed. Her shattered nerves were screaming with horror at the reality
of what was happening to her as she felt the blunt intrusion of his impossibly thick
cock pressing forward with incredible strength, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her
stretching rectum ahead of it in waves. She bucked backwards and forwards
involuntarily, as he rammed forward continually, burying his rock-hard cock all the way
to the hilt in her unbelievably straining anus.
"Ooooh," she groaned as she felt the coarse hair of the graduate student's loins
smacking into the softness of her buttocks. She felt as if she was being cored like an
apple, skewered on Lonny's huge, stone-hard cock in the most perverted, inhuman way
possible. That's probably why they think they have to do this first, before they let me
do it with an animal, the girl thought wryly. They're probably trying to make me beg
for it.
She remembered the first session of the experiment, when she had witnessed Andrea
Meyers for the first time, begging and pleading to be fucked silly by that huge dog,
Thrasher. Janet wondered if Andrea, too, had allowed herself to be so misused – to be
fucked in the ass – before she had tried the obscene animal copulation.
Finally, Janet's brain seemed to cease functioning, as her whole consciousness became
directed down to her stretching anal passage. Lonny was withdrawing slowly now, for
the first time, and Janet could feel the tightly clenching walls of her rectum clinging
around his huge throbbing rod as he drew it slowly out of the dark, violated channel.
When just the flaring head of his bloated cock was still imbedded inside the brown
puckered ring, Janet felt him shift his weight again, preparing for the next forward
lunge.
"Feel better now, Janet?" she heard Andrea's voice ask from the sidelines.
"A-a little," the struggling girl admitted. It was true, for as Lonny strained forward the
second time, Janet could feel her rectum stretching more easily, and she felt the first hot
drops of the student's pre-cum, squeezing from the tip of his glans opening to lubricate
her clenched passage. She felt her anal walls giving way, slightly at first, but relaxing
nonetheless, to allow for the monstrous entry and withdrawal of Lonny's gigantic cock.
Her back channel felt strained beyond all normal endurance, but she knew she was
becoming accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Tentatively, she tried to dilate and
contract her rectal muscles, feeling a little thrill of excitement with each successful
movement.
Janet's efforts were not wasted on the graduate student. Her voluntary muscular
contractions squeezed suggestively around his burgeoning penis, and he throbbed
automatically in response to her efforts.
"Christ, baby," he panted behind her, "you've got it!"
"What's she doing?" Andrea broke in from the opposite side of the bed. "Is she relaxing
more?"
"Better than that," Lonny grunted, but he didn't explain. There would be plenty of time
for explanations later, but right now he had to ease the insistent ache that threatened to
explode in his balls. Janet was gripping softly now around his buried column of
cockflesh, causing him to groan in ecstasy. His penis tingled with the sensation as he
felt her smooth white buttocks begin a slow, methodical rotation beneath him. He
almost couldn't believe how much she seemed to be enjoying it already, but then he
reminded himself that he was dealing with Janet Pitman, the freshman who never
ceased to amaze him with her sexual prowess.
He gasped and panted as he felt her secret flesh throb and tighten around him like a
warm, velvety second skin. This was even better than he had dared to imagine, the way
the pretty little blonde was responding so completely. Gradually he began to saw deep
into the soft depths of her back passage, establishing a slow, definite rhythm with his
thick, distended rod. He propped himself up on his hands to watch his long, white shaft
pull out, drawing the tiny ridges of her pink clasping flesh with it, and then plunge in
again, shoving forward with full force, until just the hairy base of it was still visible
between her milky soft buttocks.
Janet knelt beneath him, amazed and overjoyed that she had found the way to adjust to
his presence. As she continued to exert the firm, rhythmic control over her nether
muscles, it occurred to her that she might actually be able to get pleasure from this
potentially debasing act. Lonny's cock was plunging all the way to her sphincter on
each forward thrust, and she was sure that she could feel the pressure of it right
through the thin dividing membrane between her rectum and the tip of her vagina.
Experimentally, she tipped her pelvis back slightly, so that his huge rod of cockflesh
rammed down against the membrane, sending shivers of excitement through her loins,
setting all her nerves on edge.
"Aaahh," she breathed in satisfaction, as she rocked her hips back even farther, meeting
the student's next thrust with even greater stimulation. Soon, the undulating rotation of
her pelvis became automatic, moving with each plunge of his massive cock as it
completely stuffed and vacated her rectum alternately.
Andrea climbed back up on the bed now, sending waves rippling through the waterfilled 
mattress. She leaned forward, just behind Lonny's working body, so she could get
a better view of the indecent sodomizing of the teenager's rectum by the huge thrusting
shaft of hard male flesh.
"God, it looks so gooood," the older girl whispered admiringly, as she watched the girl
wildly gyrating around her lab partner's cock. Janet's brown anal ring flowered open
around Lonny's penis, just like the petals of a cunt. Her face twisted from side to side
on the bed and her teeth were bared in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in
time to the increasingly powerful strokes that carried the full length of his long driving
cock into her flesh. Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the strangely lit room
glowing like coals in the purplish ultraviolet light.
"Ooooh, oooh, ooooh," she chanted beneath him as Lonny pressed forward as hard as
he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go even deeper
into the tight resistant passageway, reaching far into her shaking belly with each
massive thrust. His eyes were bulging with the spectacle of her young body bucking
before him as his still-expanding penis disappeared all the way up her undulating ass
with each stroke.
"Mmmmmm," she crooned as he flicked again deeper. "Yesss, fuck me, Lonny... fuck
me like that... It's just as good as I imagined it would be!" Nothing else mattered
anymore to the skewered corn silk blonde, as long as she was filled to the hilt with his
rampaging cock.
He pressed tightly against her soft buttocks and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep
in her asshole, his hands crawling over her buttocks and back kneading her flesh like
fresh dough. Her moaning added immensely to his pleasure and as she ground back
against him, Lonny pulled his mammoth organ out almost to the tip of the blood-filled
head, then watched in delighted satisfaction as the frantic girl squirmed back, trying to
recapture the monstrous impaling rod.
But Lonny couldn't wait any longer. His balls ached and throbbed as her hand reached
down under her body and began scraping her fingernails over them in a maddening
teasing motion. Gripping the tops of her thighs, he squeezed with all his strength to
pull her back like a soft warm glove over his pulsing cock and began driving into her
with hard, almost vicious smacks that resounded lewdly throughout the room. His
breath was coming in short puffing rasps and his eyes locked on the whiteness of her
quivering body, slipping over his plunging cock like a tight-fitting boot. He had lost
control of himself and he felt his penis inflating like a balloon, the pressure in his balls
building until he was sure they would burst if they weren't emptied soon.
Janet mumbled incoherently as she waved her ass back against his pistoning cock,
building toward the delicious moment when he would shoot his boiling sperm deep up
into her warm young belly. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and
there was no longer any discomfort, only the feeling of being filled, filled as she had
never been before. Once again, as her face lifted from the bed in ecstasy, she groaned
aloud in pure sensuous joy at her new discovery of pure sexual rapture.
And I thought it would be impossible! she marvelled to herself.
Suddenly, the bed rocked with a mighty lunge, as Lonny shoved forward with a final
powerful thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly. Beneath his
convulsing body, Janet felt the first shooting waves of the hot white liquid shuddering
into her rectum. His huge, bloated balls smacked hard down against her tingling
clitoris, triggering her own release at the same time, and she screamed out her joy as
her own cum creamed out from her clenching cunt, she could feel the hot sticky sperm
overflowing around his still-jerking cock, forcing its way out of the tight nether ring of
her asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his throbbing white cock. The
graduate student groaned with delight and toppled forward, causing another huge wave
to rock the waterbed, and Janet collapsed into the undulating surface of the shiny satin
sheets.
For several long moments the pair lay exhausted, while Andrea beamed happily above
them. God, I knew I was right, she was saying to herself. I knew that little freshman
was a live one, the minute I saw her!


Chapter 9

It was a cold November morning when Janet Pitman emerged from laboratory 602 in
the tall glass-and-steel biology building. Her whole body ached with exertion, but her
mind felt free and refreshed. She had just completed the last of the inter-species
copulation experiments, the climax of an exciting nine weeks of intensive research.
Lonny Simon, Matt Cox, and Andrea Meyers escorted her down the hall. Their faces
were beaming with the knowledge that they had finally achieved what they had set out
to do: they had conditioned a human being – a lovely young girl of seventeen – to
enjoy, and even to crave sexual intercourse with beasts of all sizes and descriptions. It
was the first time it had ever been proven scientifically that such behavioral training was
possible. To them, it meant that they would be assured of receiving their graduate
degrees in the spring. To Janet, it meant that she had found the area of college study
most suited to her talents and desires. And for Dr. Kelsey, it meant that he would have
at least one graduate student sometime in the future, who would carry on the daring
research that the three older students had started.
Lonny smiled down at the pretty blonde farmer's daughter and squeezed her arm
warmly. "Remember that night Andrea and I brought you to my place?" he asked
smiling.
Janet grinned in reply. "Remember? How could I ever forget! You know, when you first
showed up at the window of the lobby, I thought you were kidnapping me or
something."
Andrea laughed softly. "I know. I could tell. You were so afraid that you'd be caught by
Mrs. Daggett that you thought you didn't even want to continue with the study!"
It was Janet's turn to laugh. She recalled clearly how apprehensive she had been,
especially after receiving word from Dr. Kelsey that she had been selected from the
twenty-five freshmen in the original inter-species experiment to continue with the 
lessstructured inter-species copulation tests. She knew she had been frightened and
apprehensive about breaking the rules of her dormitory probation, and yet, when she
had returned from the session on Lonny's huge round waterbed, the only thing she
could think of was sneaking away for more.
"I told Dr. Kelsey about what you two did to me that night," the freshman confessed to
the three older students. "I thought he would be angry or something, but he was really
glad. He said, 'Well, I guess you'll be ready sooner than I thought'."
Lonny nodded. "I know. But we sure had a hell of a time with that craggy housemother
of yours..."
Janet's rapturous expression fell. The episode with Mrs. Daggett had been the only
unpleasant aspect of the whole lewd series of experiments. It had begun innocently
enough, with the older woman disciplining her for making too much noise during quiet
hours. Of course she didn't know what caused me to make all the noise, the girl
remembered ironically. But when the housemother had found out that Janet had been
sneaking out of the dorms on a regular basis, to participate in research sessions with
various combinations of the graduate students and their animals, serious problems had
arisen.
Janet had been turned in to the Dean of Women, who warned her that she could be
suspended from the university for breaking the rules. She'd been put on an even stricter
probation, being forced to stay in even on week nights and having her meals brought to
her in her room. But Dr. Kelsey had devised an absolutely brilliant method of working
around even the most restrictive prohibitions.
Matt chuckled to himself. It had been his idea to enroll Janet Pitman in four more
classes a week, saying that because the girl could no longer spend time on social
activities, she could spend more time on her studies. The professor had agreed whole
heartedly with the plan, and he had gone directly to the Dean of Women. He'd added
Jane's name to the class lists of all the courses he taught, and he had signed the pink
probation slip for every hour she was supposedly in his class.
In fact, of course, she spent every minute of the four extra hours a week in lab 602,
with Lonny, Matt, and Andrea.
First, there had been the animal conditioning test, when her naked body had been
rubbed with a special cream, and she had lain still in the middle of the red velvet bed
while two dogs, a fox, and a goat had sniffed her naked flesh with interest. She
remembered how her cuntal juices had begun to flow, even without physical
stimulation, as she shuddered with the assortment of cold noses and warm animal
tongues exploring her every private crevice and orifice. It had been nearly impossible
for her to control the urge to grab one of the beasts around the torso, and pull him
bodily up onto the mattress with her, to feel his long hot penis stabbing into her
aroused young pussy.
But that had been postponed for the second experiment, when she had teased and
stimulated the Great Dane, Thrasher, the way Andrea had during the very first session
in the series. Her vaginal muscles contracted involuntarily with the memory of his
dripping scarlet cock, throbbing uncontrollably inside her private fleshy walls, just
before he had spurted his spasmodic hot jets of fiery cum all the way up to the tip of
her cervix.
Then there had been the time when Thrasher and his German shepherd companion
Konig had both taken her at once, one in the cunt and the other in her mouth. It was
supposed to be impossible for two animals to react at the same time to the same
stimulation, but Janet had bravely and deliberately stroked and teased Konig's long,
hair-sheathed rod with her hands, making him forget that only inches away the other
canine was pumping his lewd sperm into her seething pussy! God! It had been so
fantastic!
The three graduate students and the freshman experimental subject reached the ground
floor of the biology building. Matt held the door as they filed out onto the campus, the
nippy cold air biting their warm flesh and invigorating their senses.
Andrea shivered inside her thick furry coat. It was the same coat Janet had worn over
her voluptuous nakedness the day she had been fucked by the fox.
God! the young girl thought to herself. That was something else! Her crotchband still
got damp with the memory of the fox's flaming orange, slender penis slithering up and
down the exposed length of her cuntal slit. The coat had protected her from the
animal's long claws and ecstatically bared teeth, but her pussy tingled with the heated
contact with his tapered cockhead. He had cum prematurely, spewing his obscene
bestial semen all over the flowering folds of Janet's trembling vagina, and it had trickled
down between her buttocks, landing in a hot sticky pool in the back of the lining of
Andrea's coat.
I wonder if she ever got the stain out, the freshman thought, looking over to the pretty
brunette graduate student.
Andrea smiled knowingly. She had been thinking the same thought, and she nodded
reassuringly. "You can't see it any more," she said softly, "but sometimes I can smell it,
and it makes me get all nervous and hot inside. I wish I had your guts," she added
frankly. "Then I could have tried more of the experiments myself."
"But you did!" Janet responded, thinking of the licentious chain of writhing sex they
had both participated in just today.
It was a fitting culmination to the long, sometimes frightening and humiliating, but
always intensely interesting series of tests. Janet had lain on a specially constructed 
flatbed, that slid easily underneath the standing body of the goat. She had wrapped her
long, slender legs up over the animal's back, pulling his pelvis hard against her
moistened swollen pussy. With her arms, she steadied the humping dog who leapt up
over her face, pointing his burgeoning red cock toward the alluring little oval of the
girl's ruby lips. It had been difficult, but extremely satisfying in the end, when she had
finally managed to make the dog's member slide into her warm oral cavern, and she
had sucked and licked it to its lurid completion.
Andrea had stood above the dog's drooling mouth, just to the side of the flat-bed, and
Janet had had a close view of the other girl's hot churning cunt as Thrasher drooled and
lapped between her legs. He began by licking upwards along the firm white expanse of
her perfectly sculpted thighs, and his spittle had dribbled down both columns of her
legs. The brunette squatted down a little, so her twitching pussy would be within easier
reach of the beast's frantically hungry mouth, and Thrasher responded immediately.
His long, rough pink tongue slithered out of his panting mouth, to stroke over the
budding erection of Andrea's little clitoris. She had jerked and moaned aloud with the
teasing contact, and she thrust her pelvis forward frantically, accidentally bumping the
flat-bed with her knee. Janet looked straight up into the seething depths of her pussy,
seeing the creamy white lubricating fluids seeping out to land on the dog's slavishly
working tongue.
The heated sexual odor of her excitement permeated the freshman's nostrils, urging her
on in her own efforts with the billy goat, who was still trying to embed his hairy penile
length in her warmly inviting vagina. Janet hunched her pubic mound up off the
platform, so she could feel the animal's penis rubbing between her wetly churning
pussy lips, striving for but never quite achieving complete entry. Finally Janet reached
down with one of her hands to guide the strangely hot rod into her burning slit, and
she felt the whole flat-bed shudder as the goat throbbed forward eagerly with his
penetration.
His cock had felt prickly and warm as it pressured instinctually up through the
undulating walls of the freshman's cunt. Janet began to rotate her hips to establish a
stimulating fucking rhythm, and her mouth unconsciously adopted the same rhythm
around Thrasher's fellatious organ.
The flat-bed rocked gently back and forth as the girl and beasts pushed and drove
toward their lewd, sodomistic orgasm. Andrea, to the side of the platform, twitched and
jerked in time to the heathen beat that had been established.
Her cunt was almost directly in Janet's line of vision, and the sight off the older girl's
frantically responding vaginal orifice as it milked and flowered around Thrasher's
slaving tongue was almost more than she could bear. She urged her pubis up into the
goat's working loins, feeling the hairy sac of his balls slapping into the widely spread
crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Andrea's soft mewling moans mingled lewdly with the drooling, animal pants being
emitted by the dog and the goat, and Janet grumbled uncontrollably around Thrasher's
staccato invading penis.
"Mmmph, nnngh... mmmph, ooooohh, nnnngh..." she grunted, the sounds coming out
muffled by the animal's hotly expanding organ. He rammed it violently all the way back
in her throat until she could feel it stabbing into her tonsils, while his smooth, furry
loins tickled around her nose and outer lips. The salty pungent flavor of his pre-cum
filled her mouth, now, and she began to swallow rapidly to keep from choking.
The goat's massively bloated cock drove inward with wild abandon, and when Janet
looked around the dog's hairy pelvis, she could see the other animal's protruding eyes
glazed over with uncomprehending lust. His mouth worked unconsciously, as if he was
nibbling some female goat's cunt, and his whole body thrust and jerked, almost
throwing him off-balance with each forward plunge.
Thrasher's cold wet nose was buried in the upper folds of Andrea's cuntal slit, pressing
and rubbing over the pebble-hard nub of her clitoris. His tongue continued to thrust in
and out of her pleading pussy as she gasped and groaned with the unbelievable
pleasure. From where she was standing, the graduate student could see the whole lewd
chain of human and animal fucking, spread out before her like a vision from an
obscene sexual fantasy. Thrasher was drooling and licking up between her legs, sending
shivers of electric shock coursing through her nerves. The shocks seemed to be
transmitted through the dog's heaving body, as he struggled to maintain his balance on
his hind legs.
His paws slammed down onto the huge quivering mounds of Janet's firm ripe breasts,
sending ripples of flesh shuddering out in expanding circles. But the pretty blonde
freshman didn't even flinch. Her mouth maintained wet sluicing contact with the
animal's almost-ejaculating cock, and her lower torso was frantically writhing around
the skewering male penis of the lustful billy goat. In a second, Andrea knew, the whole
chain would explode in a soul-shattering orgasm, setting their bodies to thrashing and
quaking, and filling the little experimental bedroom with animalistic sexual cries.
The billy goat set off the dynamite explosion. His hairy body jerked violently, pulling
his two forelegs momentarily off the floor. He landed again with a thud, and Janet felt
the incredibly hot thin spurts of his bestial semen shooting up into her vagina,
splashing at the tip of her cervix and ricocheting back against the walls of her churning
cunt.
Her own reaction was triggered by the strangely inspiring battering of the ejaculating
goat cock, and she felt the erratic contractions of her pussy muscles, automatically
clenching and milking around the animal's organ.
"Mmmmmphhh, uuunngggh," she groaned as the first creamy jets of sperm began to
fill her oval cavern as they spurted from the searing cock of the dog humping her face.
She swallowed voraciously to keep up with his copious supply of tangy cum, and she
had to steady his wracking body with her arms, locked up over his straining pelvis.
Andrea suddenly cried out shrilly, and her standing torso began to gyrate wantonly, like
some pagan priestess doing a fertility dance. Her huge jutting breasts jiggled and rocked
like firm-mounded jelly in a spasmodic, convulsive rhythm established by the ecstatic
release in her belly, as her cuntal walls gave way around Thrasher's lapping tongue and
her orgasmic juices flowed freely over and around his pink oral organ.
Janet could see the other girl's creamy fluids, dribbling and spraying out from her
undulating cunthole. Her own sex slit responded automatically, to the visual suggestion
before her eyes. Even though the billy goat had ceased his rapid-fire pumping into the
depths of her belly, Janet's cuntal walls clutched tightly around his deflating rod, as she
pushed forward to a second powerful orgasm.
"AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH" she cried out, spitting the dog's spent penis from
between her cum-soaked lips. Her upper body twisted convulsively with her new
freedom, as she clamped the goat's loins down into her pelvis.
"Oooooooohh..." she gasped, feeling the walls of her vagina still twitching
uncontrollably.
The goat pulled back, succeeding with his superior strength in breaking the girl's tight
grip around his back. His hair-sheathed penis slipped wetly from her cum-drenched
vagina, as he disentangled himself from his stance over the specially built platform, to
settle down in a kneeling crouch on the carpet.
Andrea removed the dog's head with her hands, and Thrasher plopped down on all
fours, happily wagging his tail in the air. The two exhausted girls looked at each other
and smiled.
The brunette graduate student looked over to the blonde freshman. "Yes, I did
participate," she agreed, visualizing the obscene sex act they had just completed. "But
my main contribution was discovering out star research subject for the year!" she added
smiling, throwing her arm over Janet's shoulder happily.
To this, Matt and Lonny agreed whole-heartedly.


THE END
