Message-ID: <14636eli$9808222254@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: The Bear Subject: Story Repost: Better Loving through Chemistry (4/6) (mf tease lighht bd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-URL: news:alt.sex.stories.moderated?ALL Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6rjtn2$h51$4@oak.prod.itd.earthlink.net> Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any other characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co- incidence. The following work is for adults only. It contains graphic language, and depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities. If you are below the legal age for viewing adult material in your area, stop reading now. If you are legally forbidden from viewing adult material, stop reading now. If you object to this type of literature, and/or are easily offended by such material, stop reading now. If you fall into any of the above categories, and choose to ignore these warnings, you are about average. Better Loving through Chemistry Chapt 4: "Another Friday night alone, huh?", Carol asked. "Sorry", apologized Jenny. "I really do need to hit the books. Mid-terms are coming up, and we've been goofing off a lot lately. So...", she said, holding up her English Lit' book. "Shakespeare and I have a hot date tonight." "I could never stand that stuff. I mean, its so... dead.", Carol complained. "Not really.", replied the petite blond. "Listen to this: 'And I tell that love is madness, and deserves as much the dark house and the wip as any other madness. But the reason lovers are not whipped, and so cured, is that the malady is so common, the whippers themselves are in love.'" "Oooo. Kinky. Who wrote that one, De Sade?", asked Carol in her 'nasty- girl' voice. "No. It's Shakespeare, from 'As You Like It'", giggled Jenny. "Maybe that's the way", mused Carol. Jenny didn't like the look on the tall brunette's face, and said so. "Carol, you scare me when you start thinking like that. What are you about to get me in to?" "Well, we both have Prof. Pringle for English Lit. He's not real cute, but he likes to stare at pretty girls. Think he would let us do a little 'Extra Credit'", Carol asked, a mischievous look lighting her face. "Hold it.", protested the smaller girl. "Stop right there. The way I hear it, he likes to do more than stare. And that's more than I need to know. No." "What have you heard?", Carol asked. She had heard rumors too, but was still curious. "I hear he trades 'favors'. That he likes to spank girls over his knee. You know, the 'English girls school' fantasy. Mildly kinky stuff, but it always ends the same. But spanking or no, I am not sleeping with the teacher for grades. End of discussion." Despite having participated in one orgy, and helping organize two more, Jenny was still very conservative in many ways. "I could change your mind.", Carol said persuasively, making a gesture like pumping a spray bottle. "No!", repeated Jenny. "If it's such a good idea, then you do it." "I was thinking I might, as a matter of fact. That stuff would make anyone tolerable, even him." Jenny looked at her amazon roommate skeptically. "Really? You'd fuck him for a passing grade?" The tall brunette let out a sigh, and replied, "No, I guess not. I mean, I've heard of it, but I've never done it. I've got a life, but I'm not a whore." The two sat glumly for a bit, neither one actually looking at the books they were supposedly studying. Then Jenny started to smile. The smile grew broader as a plan took form. "Carol, I have an idea. Two 'A' grades, and no sex. Are you game?" Carol looked interested. "Tell me more?", she asked. * * * * * "Why me?", Carol complained, as she adjusted her outfit. "Because it's your turn.", Jenny explained. "Every time you come up with a plan, I get volunteered to lose my pants. This time its my plan, so you're the volunteer." "Ok", Carol said resignedly. "But you better not be late." "Trust me.", Jenny said with a smile. Carol tugged at her skirt again. It had taken her nearly half an hour just to pick out the right clothes, and she still wasn't happy. She was wearing a "naughty but nice" outfit: A V-necked sweater that covered everything, yet clung to her curves nicely and showed off her cleavage. Her skirt was a "good girl" one, dark blue with pleats, ending just above her knees. She wore 2 inch pumps, to accentuate her figure, and had her hair pulled back in a pony tail. "Hmmm. As American as apple pie.", Commented Jenny in a satisfied tone. "All that's left is the perfume. Quickly, before Carol could change her mind, she puffed a single spritz onto Carol's throat and chest. Carol felt the cool tightness as the magic potion soaked in, and braced herself. It would make her body emit pheromones in large quantities, but it would make her horny as well. "Do you think one shot is enough?", Jenny asked? "Yeah. I just hope it isn't too much. I want to be able to say no.", Carol said grimly. She felt the spray's effects already, her nipples hardening, rubbing themselves against the sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her panties were the skimpiest g-string set she owned. "Almost time for your appointment. Break a leg, kid.", Jenny said, by way of encouragement. Carol walked down the hall from the lady's room, where the final touches had been added, towards Dr. Pringle's office. The cool air swept up her flared skirt and chilled her naked bottom. She felt flushed and heated as she knocked on his office door. "Come in", came the answer from inside. Carol entered nervously. "Dr. Pringle, I'd like to talk to you about my grades.", she began, closing the door behind her. Dr. Pringle looked up from his desk and smiled. Carol was one of the prettier girls in his class. He found himself staring right into her cleavage, which was directly at his eye level. He could see her nipples poking through the stretch knit top, and felt a tightness begin in his own groin. He loved his work, and this looked like another fringe benefit. "I was wondering if you could help me?", Carol continued, swaying her hips as she moved closer. The action worked her skirt like a bellows, pumping the scent of raw sex into the small office. The aroma was faint, but the effect wasn't. With a visible effort, the middle aged professor tore his gaze from the girl's gently jiggling breasts, and looked at her face. "Well, what kind of help did you have in mind?", he asked. "Maybe a special assignment. You know, extra credit work?", Carol said wistfully. She felt her g-string panties growing damp. She wanted to fuck, but the urge wasn't overwhelming. She tried to picture the man before her, naked. Pale skin, bony knees, slight pot belly. It helped. Dr. Pringle was doing the same exercise, with very different results. Visions of the tall, busty brunette, naked and bent over his desk flooded his mind. "I'll be glad to give you all the help you need.", he said pleasantly. "Have a seat." Carol sat on the chair by the edge of his desk, facing him. She let her skirt ride up her thigh a bit, but not too far. "Please. I'll do whatever it takes to earn my grade.", she said earnestly. Dr. Pringle shifted his erection under the desk, so it wouldn't be too visible as he stood. "Let's see what I have on the shelf.", he said, trying to keep the bulge in his pants turned away from his guest as he walked to the corner. Carol, with malice aforethought, followed him, feigning curiosity. She stood next to him as he searched the shelves. Dr. Pringle was acutely aware of the woman next to him, so close. So close. He crouched, pretending to search the lower shelves, so he could get a closer look at her legs. Magnificent. He chose a large volume almost at random, and positioned it carefully. As he stood up, he arranged that the corner of the book should catch the edge of her skirt, raising it to belt level as he stood. She seemed not to notice for a moment, and he got the magnificent view he craved: Her long, shapely legs, and the sheer fabric that barely covered the triangle where they met. Carol pressed her skirt back down, backing away in mock alarm. "Doctor, please.", she protested. "So sorry", he lied, shifting the book to hide his swollen crotch. "Perhaps you could write a paper on this.", he said, offering her the book. "The Kama-sutra?", she asked in amazement. "That's not even English. What are you suggesting?" Dr. Pringle nearly dropped the book when he saw what his subconscious had guided his hand to. "Sorry, wrong book.", he muttered in embarrassment. Then, hormones giving him courage, he pressed ahead. "Maybe we could do some research in this area, anyway.", he offered, stepping forward. Carol backed away from the amorous instructor, stopping only when her bottom met the edge of his desk. He had been following her across the small office, and moved in quickly when she seemed to lose her balance. For a moment, she had almost lain back across his desk, her hips thrust forward. Carol had to fight for control as the man wrapped his arms around her. Her body wanted a man, but her mind didn't want this one. She felt his hand fumbling at the back of her skirt, pawing it upwards so he could reach her ass. "Doctor, please.", she protested again, pushing him away. But not too hard. Dr. Pringle nearly creamed his pants when his hand encountered the girl's bottom. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her naked flesh felt like warm satin in his hand. He clutched the marvelous globes of her ass with one hand, while his other hand between her shoulder blades pulled her heaving chest towards his face. He buried his nose deep in the canyon of her chest, pressing her back into a sprawl across the desk. Carol fought to keep him from parting her legs, and twisted away from him, rolling to her left. He stayed with her, and she found herself face down, bent over his desk. She also felt the rigidity of his cock pressed into her bottom. His hands clutched at her breasts as he tried to pull the knit top over her head. He succeeded partially, drawing it up to her chin, bunching it up at her armpits. She reached back, trying to draw her skirt over her naked ass. With two quick motions, the doctor seized her wrists, pulling them into the small of her back. "This is what you came here for, isn't it?", he demanded. Unhooking his belt, he used it to secure the struggling girl's hands in place. "You are such a bad girl, coming here this way. Do you need to be punished, bad girl?" Hoisting her skirt once more, he feasted his eyes on her glorious ass, presented perfectly by her pose. "No, please, let me go.", Carol continued to protest. She felt his hand probing the crevice of her bottom, felt it slip down into the cleft of her pussy. She knew it would come up wet. His touch brought a moan to her lips, and she felt her resistance slipping. "Such a nasty girl. Would you like a spanking?", he continued, lost in his desire. He unhooked his pants, dropping them to his ankles. "Spanking, or something better?", he offered. He wanted her, like he had never wanted a woman before in his life. He could already feel her, ready to cum as soon as he could get inside her. He would make her cum, over and over again. She would beg for more. Carol continued to whimper protests as he unhooked her g-string panties. He stepped between her thighs, opening them like the gates of heaven. Freeing his cock from his own shorts, he began to slap his hard meat against her upturned ass, watching her cheeks jiggle with each blow. "Yes", he murmured. "You deserve a spanking." He continued to slap his manhood against the incredible body spread before him. "Now, it's time for your reward.", he said with a smile. Taking his cock in his hand, he aimed the glistening tip at Carol's dripping pussy and... froze in shock. "Doctor Pringle, what are you doing?", Jenny cried in shock as she stood in the open doorway. She watched the man sputter for a few seconds as she closed the door behind her. "It's not what you think.", he protested, striving to cover himself as he backed away from the bound girl on the desk. "I think I had an appointment, but not for this.", Jenny said firmly. "I told him no.", sobbed Carol, struggling to free her hands from the crude restraints. "Look, I can explain", said the red faced professor. "Well, go ahead. Explain.", Jenny challenged. "But put your pants on, first, ok?." Carol gathered up her own panties, and tugged her clothes back into place. "I came here to see about my grade.", she sobbed. "He wanted me to do something with that.", she continued, indicating the volume of eastern pornography on the floor. "Look, I'm sorry.", he said, desperately. "I thought you were offering to..." "Well, I wasn't", Carol said, cutting him off. "I'm calling the police. I have a witness." She reached for the phone. "Please, wait.", he cried in fear. "Look, I'll make it up to you. I mean, nothing really happened." "You call that nothing?", asked Jenny. "It sure looked like something to me." "It sure felt like something to me!", Carol snapped. "You pawed at me, tied my hands, tore at my clothes, groped my breasts, and if Jenny hadn't interrupted you would have, have...", she stammered to a halt, near to tears. She couldn't let him know that they were tears of frustration, that she had wanted him as much as he had wanted her. The only thing that had kept her under control was the bondage: She hated being tied up. "Please no.", he begged. "That's cute. 'Please no', huh?", Carol said harshly. "Seems to me like I said that a few times. Why should I listen, when you wouldn't." "Look, I'll do anything. Just don't turn me in. I mean, I've never done anything like this before." "That's not what I hear.", Jenny said knowingly. "I'll tell you what. We'll wait a bit before we decide, so everybody has a chance to cool off. We'll let you know." She ignored the open-mouthed look of fear on his face, took Carol by the arm, and helped her out of the office. Carol waited until they were clear before she spoke. "You sure cut that close. He was ready to rape me, and I was ready to let him. God, but I need to cum." Jenny guided her friend towards the ladies room. "I have your toy with me, so you can have some relief in a few minutes. And yeah, I guess I did cut it a bit close. But I was peeking through the doorway for a couple of minutes before I came in. I mean, we needed to catch him with his pants down or it wouldn't work. I had to wait." Much of what she said was lost on Carol, who had grabbed the long black vibrator from her smaller roommate as soon as they reached the privacy of the restroom, and was busily diddling herself with it. "Ooohhh yes!", she exclaimed in satisfaction as she felt the ribbed surface slide into her quivering hole. Rotating the base in small circles to accentuate the friction, she clicked the rod to its highest setting, and sat down in one of the stalls. Jenny drew the door closed, affording her friend some privacy. "So", she mused, "What should we ask for? He said 'anything'". "We're getting our grades, and I'm getting satisfaction. What more could we waaaant!", Carol replied, her voice trailing into a near shriek as she came. The hard rod inside her wasn't as good a a cock, though she was more expert than any man could be. But it wasn't the same as having a man's hands on her body, her arms around him, his lips against hers. She kneaded her own breast and imagined herself in the arms of a handsome young man. Pumping the power- dildo faster, grunting with the effort, she pictured him with his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. His lips nuzzled gently at her her nipples as he eased her down into his lap, impaling her on his manhood. Holding her with a hand on each side, gripping her lower ribs, he bounced her up and down on his cock, bringing her to ecstasy again and again. Her breasts bounced up and down in his face as they picked up the pace. She could feel his passion matching hers. He looked at her and... "Carol? Are you all right?", asked Jenny in a worried tone. "Are you ok?", she asked again, rattling the door to the stall. Carol opened her eyes, the spell broken. "Yeah, I'm ok. It's just the drug." "Then we better be careful with that stuff. You were gone for almost five minutes." Carol groaned as she withdrew the long vibrator. She still wanted more, but the need was manageable. Grabbing some paper, she cleaned the quiver- stick and herself, then straightened her clothes and came out. "So", she asked her petite roommate. "What are we going to do with the perverted Dr. Pringle?" * * * * * Dr. Pringle gulped as he signed the confession. "You agreed", he reminded the girls. "You get your grades, and we forget that this ever happened." "That's right, but don't forget the rest.", Carol warned. "If we ever hear of you trying to trade for grades again, this goes to the police." The instructor nodded silently, wishing that this could all be over. He wouldn't get to play with the little girls again, but that beat losing his job, and was definitely better than going to jail. Carol accepted the paper from the sweating instructor and placed it inside her notebook. As the two lovely conspirators filed out of the office, Carol couldn't help but smile. "Once again, the campus is safe for pretty girls. Come Tonto, our work is done!" Until the next time. End of Chapter 4 Replies Welcome The Bear thkbear@earthlink.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----