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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any other 
characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co-
incidence.

The following work is for adults only.  It contains graphic language, 
and 
depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities.  If you are below 
the 
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 
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Better Loving through Chemistry

Chapt 4:

"Another Friday night alone, huh?", Carol asked.

"Sorry", apologized Jenny.  "I really do need to hit the books.  
Mid-terms 
are 
coming up, and we've been goofing off a lot lately.  So...", she said, 
holding 
up her English Lit' book.  "Shakespeare and I have a hot date tonight."

"I could never stand that stuff.  I mean, its so... dead.", Carol 
complained.

"Not really.", replied the petite blond.  "Listen to this: 'And I tell 
that 
love is madness, and deserves as much the dark house and the wip as any 
other 
madness. But the reason lovers are not whipped, and so cured, is that 
the 
malady is so common, the whippers themselves are in love.'"

"Oooo.  Kinky.  Who wrote that one, De Sade?", asked Carol in her 
'nasty-
girl' 
voice.

"No.  It's Shakespeare, from 'As You Like It'", giggled Jenny.

"Maybe that's the way", mused Carol.

Jenny didn't like the look on the tall brunette's face, and said so.  
"Carol, 
you scare me when you start thinking like that.  What are you about to 
get 
me 
in to?"

"Well, we both have Prof. Pringle for English Lit.  He's not real cute, 
but he 
likes to stare at pretty girls.  Think he would let us do a little 
'Extra 
Credit'", Carol asked, a mischievous look lighting her face.

"Hold it.", protested the smaller girl.  "Stop right there.  The way I 
hear 
it, he likes to do more than stare.  And that's more than I need to 
know.  
No."

"What have you heard?", Carol asked.  She had heard rumors too, but was 
still 
curious.

"I hear he trades 'favors'.  That he likes to spank girls over his knee.  
You 
know, the 'English girls school' fantasy.  Mildly kinky stuff, but it 
always 
ends the same.  But spanking or no, I am not sleeping with the teacher 
for 
grades.  End of discussion."  Despite having participated in one orgy, 
and 
helping organize two more, Jenny was still very conservative in many 
ways.

"I could change your mind.", Carol said persuasively, making a gesture 
like 
pumping a spray bottle.

"No!", repeated Jenny.  "If it's such a good idea, then you do it."

"I was thinking I might, as a matter of fact.  That stuff would make 
anyone 
tolerable, even him."

Jenny looked at her amazon roommate skeptically.  "Really?  You'd fuck 
him for a 
passing grade?"

The tall brunette let out a sigh, and replied, "No, I guess not.  I 
mean, I've 
heard of it, but I've never done it.  I've got a life, but I'm not a 
whore."

The two sat glumly for a bit, neither one actually looking at the books 
they 
were supposedly studying.  Then Jenny started to smile.  The smile grew 
broader as a plan took form.  "Carol, I have an idea.  Two 'A' grades, 
and no 
sex.  Are you game?"

Carol looked interested.  "Tell me more?", she asked.

* * * * *

"Why me?", Carol complained, as she adjusted her outfit.

"Because it's your turn.", Jenny explained.  "Every time you come up 
with a 
plan, I get volunteered to lose my pants.  This time its my plan, so 
you're 
the volunteer."

"Ok", Carol said resignedly.  "But you better not be late."

"Trust me.", Jenny said with a smile.

Carol tugged at her skirt again.  It had taken her nearly half an hour 
just to 
pick out the right clothes, and she still wasn't happy.  She was wearing 
a 
"naughty but nice" outfit:  A V-necked sweater that covered everything, 
yet 
clung to her curves nicely and showed off her cleavage.  Her skirt was a 
"good 
girl" one, dark blue with pleats, ending just above her knees.  She wore 
2 
inch pumps, to accentuate her figure, and had her hair pulled back in a 
pony 
tail.

"Hmmm.  As American as apple pie.", Commented Jenny in a satisfied tone.  
"All 
that's left is the perfume.  Quickly, before Carol could change her 
mind, 
she 
puffed a single spritz onto Carol's throat and chest.

Carol felt the cool tightness as the magic potion soaked in, and braced 
herself.  It would make her body emit pheromones in large quantities, 
but 
it 
would make her horny as well.

"Do you think one shot is enough?", Jenny asked?

"Yeah.  I just hope it isn't too much.  I want to be able to say no.", 
Carol 
said grimly.  She felt the spray's effects already, her nipples 
hardening, 
rubbing themselves against the sweater.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and 
her 
panties were the skimpiest g-string set she owned.

"Almost time for your appointment.  Break a leg, kid.", Jenny said, by 
way 
of 
encouragement.

Carol walked down the hall from the lady's room, where the final touches 
had 
been added, towards Dr. Pringle's office.  The cool air swept up her 
flared 
skirt and chilled her naked bottom.  She felt flushed and heated as she 
knocked on his office door.

"Come in", came the answer from inside.

Carol entered nervously.  "Dr. Pringle, I'd like to talk to you about my 
grades.", she began, closing the door behind her.

Dr. Pringle looked up from his desk and smiled.  Carol was one of the 
prettier 
girls in his class.  He found himself staring right into her cleavage, 
which 
was directly at his eye level.  He could see her nipples poking through 
the 
stretch knit top, and felt a tightness begin in his own groin.  He loved 
his 
work, and this looked like another fringe benefit.

"I was wondering if you could help me?", Carol continued, swaying her 
hips 
as 
she moved closer.  The action worked her skirt like a bellows, pumping 
the 
scent of raw sex into the small office.  The aroma was faint, but the 
effect 
wasn't.

With a visible effort, the middle aged professor tore his gaze from the 
girl's 
gently jiggling breasts, and looked at her face.  "Well, what kind of 
help 
did 
you have in mind?", he asked.

"Maybe a special assignment.  You know, extra credit work?", Carol said 
wistfully.  She felt her g-string panties growing damp.  She wanted to 
fuck, 
but the urge wasn't overwhelming.  She tried to picture the man before 
her, 
naked.  Pale skin, bony knees, slight pot belly.  It helped.

Dr. Pringle was doing the same exercise, with very different results.  
Visions of the tall, busty brunette, naked and bent over his desk 
flooded 
his 
mind. "I'll be glad to give you all the help you need.", he said 
pleasantly.  
"Have a seat."

Carol sat on the chair by the edge of his desk, facing him.  She let her 
skirt 
ride up her thigh a bit, but not too far.  "Please.  I'll do whatever it 
takes 
to earn my grade.", she said earnestly.

Dr. Pringle shifted his erection under the desk, so it wouldn't be too 
visible 
as he stood.  "Let's see what I have on the shelf.", he said, trying to 
keep 
the bulge in his pants turned away from his guest as he walked to the 
corner.

Carol, with malice aforethought, followed him, feigning curiosity.  She 
stood 
next to him as he searched the shelves.

Dr. Pringle was acutely aware of the woman next to him, so close.  So 
close. 
He crouched, pretending to search the lower shelves, so he could get a 
closer 
look at her legs.  Magnificent.  He chose a large volume almost at 
random, 
and 
positioned it carefully.  As he stood up, he arranged that the corner of 
the 
book should catch the edge of her skirt, raising it to belt level as he 
stood. 
She seemed not to notice for a moment, and he got the magnificent view 
he 
craved:  Her long, shapely legs, and the sheer fabric that barely 
covered 
the 
triangle where they met.

Carol pressed her skirt back down, backing away in mock alarm.  "Doctor, 
please.", she protested.

"So sorry", he lied, shifting the book to hide his swollen crotch.  
"Perhaps 
you could write a paper on this.", he said, offering her the book.

"The Kama-sutra?", she asked in amazement.  "That's not even English.  
What 
are you suggesting?"

Dr. Pringle nearly dropped the book when he saw what his subconscious 
had 
guided his hand to.  "Sorry, wrong book.", he muttered in embarrassment.  
Then, 
hormones giving him courage, he pressed ahead.  "Maybe we could do some 
research in this area, anyway.", he offered, stepping forward.

Carol backed away from the amorous instructor, stopping only when her 
bottom 
met the edge of his desk.  He had been following her across the small 
office, 
and moved in quickly when she seemed to lose her balance.  For a moment, 
she 
had almost lain back across his desk, her hips thrust forward.

Carol had to fight for control as the man wrapped his arms around her.  
Her 
body wanted a man, but her mind didn't want this one.  She felt his hand 
fumbling at the back of her skirt, pawing it upwards so he could reach 
her 
ass.

"Doctor, please.", she protested again, pushing him away.  But not too 
hard.

Dr. Pringle nearly creamed his pants when his hand encountered the 
girl's 
bottom.  She wasn't wearing any panties, and her naked flesh felt like 
warm 
satin in his hand.  He clutched the marvelous globes of her ass with one 
hand, 
while his other hand between her shoulder blades pulled her heaving 
chest 
towards his face.  He buried his nose deep in the canyon of her chest, 
pressing her back into a sprawl across the desk.

Carol fought to keep him from parting her legs, and twisted away from 
him, 
rolling to her left.  He stayed with her, and she found herself face 
down, 
bent over his desk.  She also felt the rigidity of his cock pressed into 
her 
bottom. His hands clutched at her breasts as he tried to pull the knit 
top 
over her head.  He succeeded partially, drawing it up to her chin, 
bunching 
it 
up at her armpits.  She reached back, trying to draw her skirt over her 
naked 
ass.

With two quick motions, the doctor seized her wrists, pulling them into 
the 
small of her back.  "This is what you came here for, isn't it?", he 
demanded. 
Unhooking his belt, he used it to secure the struggling girl's hands in 
place. 
"You are such a bad girl, coming here this way.  Do you need to be 
punished, 
bad girl?"  Hoisting her skirt once more, he feasted his eyes on her 
glorious 
ass, presented perfectly by her pose.

"No, please, let me go.", Carol continued to protest.  She felt his hand 
probing the crevice of her bottom, felt it slip down into the cleft of 
her 
pussy.  She knew it would come up wet.  His touch brought a moan to her 
lips, 
and she felt her resistance slipping.

"Such a nasty girl.  Would you like a spanking?", he continued, lost in 
his 
desire.  He unhooked his pants, dropping them to his ankles.  "Spanking, 
or 
something better?", he offered.  He wanted her, like he had never wanted 
a 
woman before in his life.  He could already feel her, ready to cum as 
soon 
as 
he could get inside her.  He would make her cum, over and over again.  
She 
would beg for more.

Carol continued to whimper protests as he unhooked her g-string panties.  
He 
stepped between her thighs, opening them like the gates of heaven.  
Freeing 
his cock from his own shorts, he began to slap his hard meat against her 
upturned ass, watching her cheeks jiggle with each blow.  "Yes", he 
murmured.  
"You deserve a spanking."  He continued to slap his manhood against the 
incredible body spread before him.

"Now, it's time for your reward.", he said with a smile.  Taking his 
cock in 
his hand, he aimed the glistening tip at Carol's dripping pussy and...  
froze 
in shock.

"Doctor Pringle, what are you doing?", Jenny cried in shock as she stood 
in 
the open doorway.  She watched the man sputter for a few seconds as she 
closed 
the door behind her.

"It's not what you think.", he protested, striving to cover himself as 
he 
backed away from the bound girl on the desk.

"I think I had an appointment, but not for this.", Jenny said firmly.

"I told him no.", sobbed Carol, struggling to free her hands from the 
crude 
restraints.

"Look, I can explain", said the red faced professor.

"Well, go ahead.  Explain.", Jenny challenged.  "But put your pants on, 
first, 
ok?."

Carol gathered up her own panties, and tugged her clothes back into 
place.  
"I 
came here to see about my grade.", she sobbed.  "He wanted me to do 
something 
with that.", she continued, indicating the volume of eastern pornography 
on 
the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry.", he said, desperately.  "I thought you were offering 
to..."

"Well, I wasn't", Carol said, cutting him off.  "I'm calling the police.  
I 
have a witness."  She reached for the phone.

"Please, wait.", he cried in fear.  "Look, I'll make it up to you.  I 
mean, 
nothing really happened."

"You call that nothing?", asked Jenny.  "It sure looked like something 
to 
me."

"It sure felt like something to me!", Carol snapped.  "You pawed at me, 
tied 
my hands, tore at my clothes, groped my breasts, and if Jenny hadn't 
interrupted you would have, have...", she stammered to a halt, near to 
tears.  
She couldn't let him know that they were tears of frustration, that she 
had 
wanted him as much as he had wanted her.  The only thing that had kept 
her 
under control was the bondage:  She hated being tied up.

"Please no.", he begged.

"That's cute.  'Please no', huh?", Carol said harshly.  "Seems to me 
like I 
said that a few times.  Why should I listen, when you wouldn't."

"Look, I'll do anything.  Just don't turn me in.  I mean, I've never 
done 
anything like this before."

"That's not what I hear.", Jenny said knowingly.  "I'll tell you what.  
We'll 
wait a bit before we decide, so everybody has a chance to cool off.  
We'll 
let 
you know."

She ignored the open-mouthed look of fear on his face, took Carol by the 
arm, 
and helped her out of the office.

Carol waited until they were clear before she spoke.  "You sure cut that 
close. He was ready to rape me, and I was ready to let him.  God, but I 
need 
to cum."

Jenny guided her friend towards the ladies room.  "I have your toy with 
me, 
so 
you can have some relief in a few minutes.  And yeah, I guess I did cut 
it a 
bit close.  But I was peeking through the doorway for a couple of 
minutes 
before I came in.  I mean, we needed to catch him with his pants down or 
it 
wouldn't work.  I had to wait."

Much of what she said was lost on Carol, who had grabbed the long black 
vibrator from her smaller roommate as soon as they reached the privacy 
of the 
restroom, and was busily diddling herself with it.

"Ooohhh yes!", she exclaimed in satisfaction as she felt the ribbed 
surface 
slide into her quivering hole.  Rotating the base in small circles to 
accentuate the friction, she clicked the rod to its highest setting, and 
sat 
down in one of the stalls.

Jenny drew the door closed, affording her friend some privacy.  "So", 
she 
mused, "What should we ask for?  He said 'anything'".

"We're getting our grades, and I'm getting satisfaction.  What more 
could 
we 
waaaant!", Carol replied, her voice trailing into a near shriek as she 
came. 
The hard rod inside her wasn't as good a a cock, though she was more 
expert 
than any man could be.  But it wasn't the same as having a man's hands 
on 
her 
body, her arms around him, his lips against hers.  She kneaded her own 
breast 
and imagined herself in the arms of a handsome young man.  Pumping the 
power-
dildo faster, grunting with the effort, she pictured him with his arms 
around 
her, pulling her tight against him.  His lips nuzzled gently at her her 
nipples as he eased her down into his lap, impaling her on his manhood. 
Holding her with a hand on each side, gripping her lower ribs, he 
bounced 
her 
up and down on his cock, bringing her to ecstasy again and again.  Her 
breasts 
bounced up and down in his face as they picked up the pace.  She could 
feel 
his passion matching hers.  He looked at her and...

"Carol?  Are you all right?", asked Jenny in a worried tone.  "Are you 
ok?", 
she asked again, rattling the door to the stall.

Carol opened her eyes, the spell broken.  "Yeah, I'm ok.  It's just the 
drug."

"Then we better be careful with that stuff.  You were gone for almost 
five 
minutes."

Carol groaned as she withdrew the long vibrator.  She still wanted more, 
but 
the need was manageable.  Grabbing some paper, she cleaned the quiver-
stick and 
herself, then straightened her clothes and came out.

"So", she asked her petite roommate.  "What are we going to do with the 
perverted Dr. Pringle?"

* * * * *

Dr. Pringle gulped as he signed the confession.  "You agreed", he 
reminded 
the 
girls.  "You get your grades, and we forget that this ever happened."

"That's right, but don't forget the rest.", Carol warned.  "If we ever 
hear of 
you trying to trade for grades again, this goes to the police."

The instructor nodded silently, wishing that this could all be over.  He 
wouldn't get to play with the little girls again, but that beat losing 
his 
job, and was definitely better than going to jail.

Carol accepted the paper from the sweating instructor and placed it 
inside 
her 
notebook.

As the two lovely conspirators filed out of the office, Carol couldn't 
help 
but smile.  "Once again, the campus is safe for pretty girls.  Come 
Tonto, 
our 
work is done!"

Until the next time.

End of Chapter 4

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