Student Bodies: Sex with the Grads

The first story in this series is Good Old Lazenby, Ch. 1. It introduces the main characters and the evil scheme two professors use to attract donors eager to sexually use graduate students. Sandra Weston is recruited and hypnotized.

The second story is Student Bodies, Ch. 1. It deals with the recruitment of a second student, Martin Benning. The Professor hypnotizes him for her own sexual enjoyment, and also shares Sandra with her bursary donor, June Hendricks.

Two Cougars for Marty

Ben Weston was rushing home as fast as he could. He had been thinking about his wife Sandie much of the afternoon, particularly all the hot sex they had been enjoying together of late. He was more than ready for some now, and had left his post the moment he could. Ahead of Wednesday rush-hour traffic, he would be home about 4:30 to surprise his lovely wife. Ben couldn’t wait to steer her directly into bed!

He barged through the door a bit early, his wife having been dropped off by The Professor mere minutes before. Ben rushed in to catch her by surprise. There she was in the bedroom, half undressed, ready to switch from skirt and blouse to jeans and t-shirt. Perfect timing. She was already half naked, down to her bra and panties.

“I want you, baby!” he surprised her, “Let’s fuck right now. Let’s do it!”

It took Sandie a few moments to recover from the surprise, but for some reason, she was feeling the heat again herself.

“Sure Ben. Get those clothes off and let’s go!”

Now that’s what he wanted to hear! In a flash both of them were naked and on the bedsheets wrapped in each other’s arms.

Right away, two things struck Ben. For one thing, his wife had a very sexual aroma about her. A check with his fingers found her absolutely soaked with her own juices. The other thing he noticed was the scent of a perfume in her hair, around her face and on her neck. He knew the few scents which Sandie occasionally wore for dress-up events, but this was certainly not one of them.

However, at the moment, Ben was a man on a mission and he’d ask her about these things later, if he remembered at all.

Ben was pleasantly surprised how eager his wife was today! She had never been shy about it, but today was a cut above normal. She was uncharacteristically aggressive, pushing him flat on his back while she mounted from above. No foreplay, no lubricant. Just spreading herself wide and sliding down on his stiff cock, right to the bottom. Then she leaned forward, offering him her shapely tits while she rolled her hips, working his rod in and out.

“Oh jeez baby! That feels so good. I’ve been thinking of having you all day!” Ben groaned from underneath.

“Oh yeah! Do me, Ben. Fuck me. Suck my nipples too. I want that!”

After some fucking, Sandie pivoted on his cock to face in the other direction. Now Ben was treated to an appealing view of her toned back and her shapely ass. As she set up a rolling motion, her husband could enjoy looking at her firm arse-cheeks as his cock disappeared into her pussy, then reappeared. He lifted his pelvis upward in little thrusts each time.

“I’m just so horny today, Ben. I might just fuck you all night!”

“You are hot, baby. Let me rest a minute. After all, we have all night,” he laughed.

Sandie gave him a minute, then dove for his cock to bring it fully back to life. Her cock-sucking was always a special treat because she had a special way of circling her hand tightly around the base of his cock and sucking the head that made him a little crazy. Just when he thought he couldn’t take much more, she would go for his balls, kissing and sucking each one carefully. Then it was deep into her throat. My god, the whole thing!

“No more baby! No more! You’ll make me come. Let’s fuck again.”

Now Sandie went onto all fours at the side of the bed and beckoned for Ben to take her that way, She widened her stance, then lowered her face to the mattress to prepare the way.

“Yeah, Ben. Do me now!”

Sandie wasn’t usually so vocal, but today she seemed especially hot! Ben had his engorged cock buried to the hilt, his hands gripping her hips firmly. From his standing position beside the bed, he would be able to give her the pounding that she seemed to want. This was no soft and gentle love session. This was raw sex: man and woman; husband and wife; hard and fast.

Ben began to thrust firmly against Sandie’s shapely arse, and she pushed back hard. The slap of bare flesh-on-flesh resonated through the bedroom as they moved together. Looking down, Ben could see his wife’s fingers furiously flying across her clitoris, working to bring herself off. Both of them were breathing very deeply, completely focused on their desperate desire to come. Maybe they could reach the top at about the same time?

Then Ben felt his wife beginning to shake beneath him. A rising moan told him that she was almost there, and he was pretty close himself. Maybe. Maybe…

Yeah!… Fuck me!… Fuck me, Ben!… Fuck me!… Harder Ben!… Harder!… Yes! Yes!… Aaarrraggghhh!!”

Sandie’s body slammed back against her husband as she spasmed at the end of his plunging rod. Her muscles jerked uncontrollably as she came hard. It was just too much for one man to bear. Ben exploded inside her, his cock blasting missiles of male seed deep into his wife’s lovely body. Both were completely spent after that rush, gradually riding out their strong orgasms together.

Afterwards, the couple rested, then remained in bed talking, even though Sandie found it difficult to focus. She was feeling quite drowsy after her bedroom romp. She had no way of knowing that it had been her third orgasm of the afternoon!

“How did your work go over at The Professor’s place? I thought about phoning to say ‘Hi’ but I figured you’d probably be busy marking tests or something.”

“Actually, I did a lot of work today. Test marking, like you say.”

“Oh yeah. What were they all about?” Ben asked, really just making conversation.

“You know”… I really can’t remember. Something in psychology. I know that.”

Ben felt a twinge of suspicion again because this wasn’t the first time that his wife had been so vague about her time at The Professor’s house. He decided to slowly probe a bit more about what he had noted when they first went to bed.

“Was anyone else there today, or just the two of you again?”

“My bursary donor was there when I arrived. Mrs. Hendricks, an attractive brunette, maybe late-thirties or early-forties. Nice lady. You might have seen her at their party. Apparently, I met June and her husband there.”

“No, can’t place her. What did she have to say? Or did you spend all your time working?”

“You know, I can’t recall anything we said to each other except what I just told you. Maybe she left right away?”

“You said that she was nice. What made you think so?”

“She left me an envelope with money in it and a little Thank You card.”

“Money! Like a gift or something? What did the card say?”

“Is this an investigation, Ben? You are always so suspicious. Read the card yourself. It’s right here on the night table.”

“Hmmm…’Good luck with your studies. I hope we see each other again soon. June Hendricks’.”

“And there was $250 cash inside the card too. She is obviously a very generous person.”

“She gave you all that money! For what? Yet, you can’t remember talking with her.”

“Stop it, Ben. I met her. She had a gift for me. She must have known that I was coming, then probably left soon after that. Afterwards, I marked tests in the office.”

“And you hardly remember any of it, right?”

“That’s true.”

“Do know that your hair and neck smell like someone else’s perfume? Did either The Professor or Mrs. Hendricks wear any today?”

“Really! Let’s see…Mrs. Hendricks had a sort of flowery perfume, really different from that Hypnotique the Professor wears.”

“Yeah, that’s what I smelled all around your head. And, when we went to bed, your pussy had a very sexual aroma. It was really wet too, as if you were either recently having sex. Any explanation for that?”

“No. Come to think of it, I remember thinking on the drive home that I should take a shower to freshen up. Well…we’ve been doing it so much lately, I guess my body is just always prepared for it. Anything else, Mr. Detective?”

“That’s funny, Sandie. But, I do feel like there is something more to this than meets the eye.”

“Ben, I feel a bit tired, so I’m going to sleep for a while. Order us a pizza or something for supper. I’ll get up when it comes.”

No wonder Sandie was tired! In the past few hours, she’d had very strenuous sex with both her husband and Mrs. Hendricks. Her body was fully aware of all this exertion, but not her conscious mind.

****

Across the city, June Hendricks was very excited when J.C. returned from his office that evening. She had enjoyed a wild afternoon of sex with young Sandra Weston which left her in an almost euphoric state. Her gruff husband was quick to take notice. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t take long to turn her elated mood completely sour. He had a crude way of doing that, not even realizing how indiscrete he could be.

“How was your visit with Natalia today, June?”

“Wonderful. We had a wonderful time!” June gushed.

“Sounds like you got that Sandra into bed. Spent the afternoon fucking with her, no doubt? Probably gave her everything you could, eh?” he laughed.

“I’ve told you before, J.C., it’s ‘making love’ when two women are together. ‘Fucking’ is too coarse for what women do with each other.”

Now there was ‘tone’. Mrs. Hendricks was not happy with her husband’s rude comments.

“Sure, June. Especially when one of them has no idea what’s going on. Poor Sandra, being used like that,” Hendricks joked, only digging himself in deeper.

“She was satisfied. Believe me, we both were,” June retorted with some anger now.

“I could see that YOU were by the silly look on your face when I arrived. But she was hypnotized.”

“Well, if you must know, J.C., I gave her one too. A big one,” she said triumphantly. “The young woman is very responsive in bed. We had a wonderful time together today.”

“I’m glad to hear it, for all the money we pour into this, just for your dear old alma mater. There has to be some benefit in it for us too.”

“You get a tax credit, so stop complaining about the cost, you old miser!”

“Yeah, well, I expect to fuck her too. Oh sorry,” he said sarcastically, “I should say ‘make love’ to her.”

“You can be so crass, J.C.! I hope that the Lazenbys can delay that sad occasion indefinitely! In the meantime, you just talked yourself out of anything between us tonight. I’ll be sleeping in my own suite- with the door locked.”

J.C. Hendricks was never a sensitive man at the best of times. But he knew immediately that he had just made a big mistake.

“Sorry, June. I had a rough day at the business today,” the proud man mumbled.

“Sorry for what? That you won’t get fucked tonight, as you call it. Not a chance!”

Well, that was settled, and there was no telling how long that bedroom door would remain locked. Sometimes in past, it had lasted for months, especially when the Hendricks were financially supporting an attractive male graduate student.

June knew that she could continue this as long as she chose. You see, she had swept old J.C. off his feet with her charms, and he had married her in a heated rush. No pre-nup! It was one of the most impulsive things he had ever done, and June would take full advantage of it.

****

Old Lazenby and The Professor were talking about the same afternoon session immediately after he returned from the university. She was rather unsettled, even a bit upset. Old Lazenby was always quite a perceptive fellow.

“What is troubling you, Nattie? I can see that you have something on your mind.”

“I hope not, Gerry. I hope not.”

“Things didn’t go well with Sandra today? You weren’t able to control her?” he asked carefully, for he was on alert himself now.

“Oh no, she was putty in my hands. June was the problem.”

“She didn’t accidently bring her out of it, did she? That would be disastrous!”

“No, she just came to the house a bit too early, and Sandra’s bus was late. The result was they met before I had her hypnotized. That has never happened with any of our students before!”

“Ohh… I see. So, the young woman knows that June was there at the same time. Let’s talk about that. You seem to think there could be negative repercussions.”

Old Lazenby was a trained psychologist and quite skilled with analyzing situations and their potential outcomes. This one begged for detailed scrutiny because the two of them had so much to lose. Everything in fact!

“What if Sandra remembers that June was there?” Natalia started.

“She will if she wasn’t yet hypnotized. Did June say anything about what was to come- the photography and, I presume, the sex afterward?”

“No. They were only introduced and made small talk. But June gave her married name and the fact that she had attended the university herself. She also said that her husband was part of their sponsorship.”

“I can see why you are concerned. Too much information. Do you think that Sandra will remember anything that might make her suspicious in any way?”

“I don’t think so. June did leave a cash envelope for Sandra in the kitchen knife drawer. It was sealed, so I just passed it to her as we were leaving. I don’t know if there was anything besides money in there, but it did feel firmer than just bills. I hope June didn’t write a ‘Thank You’ note! Really, sometimes she is so naive about all this. I must talk to her about using more discretion.”

“The usual amount of cash, I suppose?” Gerry asked, trying hard to control his own rising concern.

“Yes, $250 each. The regular encounter fee.”

“Did you tell her anything when you handed it to Sandra? Anything that might explain its purpose.”

“Yes. I told her it was a welcome gift from her donors, with their hopes that she would have a successful school year.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think we have reason to be worried about repercussions. Sandra seems to be someone who wouldn’t question much beyond what you told her. It seems perfectly reasonable that rich folks would give her a welcome gift. You needn’t worry about her, Natalia,” Old Lazenby said in his most soothing voice.

“It’s not her I’m worried about. It’s her husband, Ben. Do you know that he is a policeman, with aspirations to be a detective? That’s what has me concerned!”

“Now I am too, Nattie,” Gerhard Lazenby replied softly. “Now I am too. But, there are things you can do to ease our minds a bit.”

“What’s that, Gerry?” Natalia asked earnestly.

“Phone June, and have a kindly chat with her about discretion, especially the need to keep at arm’s length from the students, concerning identity and so on. Remind her firmly about the consequences of our scheme being found out. And, try to determine exactly what she might have written, if she included a card or note in her cash envelope.”

“Yes. Sandra mustn’t encounter June again, except in a controlled state,” she added, as much to reassure herself as anything.

“And in future, we will receive and distribute all cash gifts. That way we can avoid this wondering that is on our minds right now.”

“Agreed. Beginning with June’s first meeting with Martin. I’m sure that she’ll be eager to try out that young man soon. He is quite a specimen compared to that beastly husband of hers. Repulsive man!”

“Ah yes, Nattie. But wealthy,” Old Lazenby chuckled.

And they both laughed, lightening the weight of their present worries.

****

A few days later, Friday afternoon, Martin was scheduled for another visit to The Professor’s home, officially to discuss his progress with narrowing down his doctoral thesis topic. Natalia had very much enjoyed her past experience with him in her bed. She was eager to do it again, and wickedly spent time thinking about how she might further enhance her pleasure. Some new positions perhaps? Some preliminary studio photography? There were infinite possibilities.

However, it was all for naught. The young man had come down with a case of the flu, with two results. One, there had been too much time abed for him to do any reading and research. He hadn’t made any progress to report to his advisor.

Furthermore, Martin still did not feel well the day before his appointment. He phoned Old Lazenby to pass on a message to The Professor that he wouldn’t be coming on Friday. Of course, she was quite disappointed. But he would come the following Friday at 2:00.

On the weekend, Ben dropped over to Marty’s place to see how he was feeling. Sandie had mentioned that she hadn’t seen him in the department all week, and that another friend told her Marty was ill. By the weekend, he was definitely on the mend, so he and Ben chatted about common interests like sports. Ben had a few other things that he wanted to press Marty about.

“Been over to Lazenby’s place lately, Marty?” Ben led, with a direction in mind.

“I missed Friday afternoon. Was supposed to be meeting there about my research topic but had to cancel ’til next Friday. Does Sandie work there much, or out of the department workroom?”

“She’s been there a couple of times to mark tests. So far, that’s been on Wednesday afternoons. The Professor must have those two afternoons free, Wednesday and Friday.”

“Yeah, probably,” Marty replied, wondering where Ben was going with this.

“Marty, do you ever feel anything unusual when you come back from their place? Like, Sandie is always drowsy and can’t seem to remember much about what went on over there. Anything strange to you?”

“Maybe…Take a look at this because it is a complete mystery to me. I saw it as soon as I got back from my last appointment with her.”

Marty pulled his T-shirt over his head and turned his back to Ben.

“I don’t see anything, Marty. Well, some faint pink stripes across your shoulders, but that’s all. Why? What should I be looking for?”

“Look closer. When I came home a week- no eight days ago now- all those pink stripes were raw and some were bleeding. It looked as if somebody had ripped something sharp across my shoulders. I can’t figure it out.’

Ben came closer and had Marty move so the light went across his back.

“OK, I can see individual stripes, separate but not very far apart. About an equal number on each side. It looks like someone with fingernails was tearing into you from the front! Reaching over you or around from the sides. What the Hell!”

Then Ben laughed at what he was about to say.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that a woman underneath you clawed into your skin as you were fucking her! And she really scratched you deep, if it was that long ago. Maybe she was really getting off, you animal!”

Marty forced a laugh too. It was a reasonable explanation except for one thing. He was with his thesis advisor.

“Very funny, Ben. There must be a real explanation because that one is just plain ridiculous. I was with Lazenby.”

“Well, OK. Maybe it was Chantal? You tell me that she is one hot babe.”

“But, I’d remember that. Besides, she’s been pretty busy for the past few weeks and I’ve been sick, so there hasn’t been any action with us for a long time.”

That door seemed to be closed so Ben tried to open another one.

“I keep smelling other women’s perfume on Sandie, as if she’s been really close to them for a long time.”

“Yeah, same with me. I come back with that Hypnotique scent The Professor wears.”

Ben continued to press. “Recently it was another one that her bursary donor, Mrs. Hendricks wore when Sandie met her over at the Lazenbys. And Marty, she reeked of sex the last time she came back from an afternoon of marking test papers. Like I said, she seems to be drawing blanks recalling what she does over…”

“Oh come on now, Detective Weston!” Marty interrupted. “You aren’t thinking your wife has been having sex over there, are you? It isn’t just me fucking somebody at Lazenby’s, but Sandie too! Just think how impossibly stupid that sounds, Ben! I wouldn’t mention it again. People will just laugh at you!”

Ben could see that he wasn’t going to be able to go any farther with Marty, but at least his friend had put it into words. Maybe there was something sexual going on over there? There were a lot of little things that just didn’t make sense. There was no way to connect them, but there just might be something to all this. Ben was not about to just let it go.

****

There were a few important phone calls out of the Lazenby household during the same weekend that Ben was visiting Marty. Both concerned the two graduate students financially supported by the Hendricks.

The particular issue was The Professor’s continued worry about Sandie’s accidental contact with June at the Lazenby residence. The couple had always been so careful to cover their tracks, to leave no gaps in the tight defensive shield they had built around their illicit enterprise. Did discovery threaten them now?

On Saturday, The Professor called Sandie ‘just to chat’ for a bit. She hoped to find out more about the young woman’s impressions of her time with June Hendricks and that cash envelope she left the student.

The Professor didn’t know that Sandie’s husband had already raked over the same ground with her after she came home. She found her rather guarded as they spoke on the phone.

“Were you surprised to meet with Mrs. Hendricks this past week at my home, Sandra?”

“Not especially, no. She is your friend and my bursary donor, so it didn’t seem unusual to me.”

“What did you think of her?”

“I don’t know really. Seemed pleasant. How long was she there with us anyway?”

This question seemed to put The Professor on her back foot, and she was slow to respond.

“Ah… she just came by for a little while. Yes, she knew that you were coming and was there to drop off her gift for you. Your welcome gift. When you and I went upstairs to work, she left.”

“I thought so! That’s almost exactly what I told my husband when he asked me!”

“Ohhh… he was asking you about her too?”

“Yes, he wondered why she would leave me such a large gift, since the Hendricks are already providing my bursary. It does seem a bit odd to us, to be honest.”

Far from putting Natalia’s mind at ease, this conversation was causing her increasing concern. She decided to find out more about the gift envelope itself, to ascertain whether there was a card or note inside.

“It is not unusual for our donors to do that, Sandra,” Natalia replied in her most soothing tone. “June is a warm and generous person, genuinely interested in your success.”

“Yes, she included a nice note wishing me well. And saying that she looked forward to seeing me again soon. My husband wondered about why she seemed eager to meet me again. He is a policeman, you know. Always looking out for me, I guess.”

The Professor came to a quick decision after Sandra’s last comments. She would have to keep the two women apart for a while to hold Ben at bay. She couldn’t risk another chance encounter between June and Sandie without hypnosis. Perhaps it would be best to stop having the young woman come to the house for a time? Knowing that Sandie’s husband was a policeman only multiplied her worries.

“Sandra, I really phoned to have you to come to my departmental office this coming Wednesday afternoon instead of my home. I’d like to explore some ideas for your doctoral thesis. It may seem a bit early, but you could develop something on multiple personalities as your major paper for my husband’s Psych Issues course which you take. It would be an excellent trial run for your thesis.”

“I like that idea. Should I do some general reading about multiple personalities for Wednesday?”

“Yes, and jot down these topics too. Ready? Compartmentalization… Defense Mechanism… Cognitive Dissonance. Got them? Come by at about 2:00 to my university office. We’ll talk, and I’ll give you a set of tests to mark for the following week. Good. See you then, Sandra.”

Afterward, The Professor phoned her friend June Hendricks, again seeking some way to calm herself from what was worrying her. She picked up right away and was delighted to hear from her friend, Natalia Lazenby.

“I was thinking about you, Natalia. I had such a wonderful afternoon last Wednesday and I have you to thank for it. I’ve been so excited to see …”

The Professor cut her short.

“That’s what I’m calling you about, and you probably won’t be too happy with what I have to say.”

“Oh no…Is something wrong, Natalia?”

“I hope not. You and Sandra met by accident, I know- you were a bit early and she was quite-a-bit late. That’s not supposed to happen with these encounters. The student must be hypnotized first, so there’s no chance that they might connect their experience in any way to you.”

“How do you mean by ‘connect their experience’?”

“I mean, we don’t want Sandra to know that she was with you at our house, except at a larger social gathering, of course. As it was, you told her your full name and that the university is your alma mater. And I presume you signed your name to the card you left with the money, right?”

“Yes, but how is that a problem?”

“Suppose some evidence of a sexual encounter emerges. She knows that you were at my home that day. That’s the problem that can bring all of us down.”

“She was hypnotized. How would she remember anything?”

“The brain is a very complex organ. We barely understand its capabilities. Suppose that something triggers a memory in her conscious mind. Maybe some stimulus, like a smell, for example, connects her to having sex with a woman that day.”

“Like my perfume? Oh my god! I didn’t know that! I am so sorry, Natalia.”

“Discretion is of the utmost importance, June. To make matters potentially worse, Sandra’s husband is a policeman and he’s already been asking her questions about your gift card. I think that it would be best if you stay away from her for a while. I’ll meet with her at the university instead of my home.”

“That is so disappointing. She is such a pet! But, I understand and I apologize for causing you concern. I’ll let it go for next week. Does this affect my other graduate student too? I hope not.”

“Martin doesn’t pose any problem. But you must not be with him unless he is firmly under my control. That’s my only concern.”

“I promise, Natalia. How soon can I meet with him? Could you arrange it for this week?”

“Yes, if you insist. Friday afternoon at 2:00. I’ll have Martin come an hour earlier so that he’ll be controlled when you arrive. We’ll probably be upstairs, but the house key is on a nail under the front right corner of the porch. Ring the doorbell once, then let yourself in to come upstairs.”

“I am already looking forward to it. Will you have my photographs of Sandra ready for me by then? I have been thinking about her so much.”

“Yes June. They’ll be ready.”

As she ended her call, the Professor couldn’t help but think that June Hendricks was a silly, selfish bitch. All that woman could think about were her sexual escapades with the grad students. Didn’t she realize that all of this could land them in prison?

****

“Jeez, that stuff was expensive! I sure hope that it’s worth the hundred bucks,” Marty thought as he waited for his current girlfriend to come out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later he had his answer. Chantal was naked and excited, so happy with his expensive gift. She came in front of him where he sat on the sofa and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling it into her firm tits. She hugged him tightly, pressing his face against her smooth freckled skin.

“Oh Marty. I love this perfume! Hypnotique. I know that’s a very expensive French scent. You are so sweet!” Chantal gushed and hugged his head against her bare tits again.

Chantal was an attractive young woman, the latest in a long string of Marty’s conquests. While she was a Science major, she was definitely not the studious type. Chantal found plenty of time to party and had lots of bedroom experience as a result. A tall, slim redhead, her cute, freckled face belied what a hot number she really was when the right buttons were pushed. Marty’s gift pushed those buttons.

“I have something for you now. My way to say thank you so much, Marty. Enjoy this.”

Chantal dropped to her knees and pushed his legs apart before deftly releasing his belt and zipper. In no time, her hand had his already-rising cock, pumping it slowly to even greater heights. Lowering her head, Chantal took his stiff rod into her mouth, where she sucked the head, rolling her tongue around the tender pink flesh there. Marty groaned with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Chantal! I love how you do that!” he moaned, his eyes closing.

Marty was drifting away, somehow remembering another time just like this. His cock between a woman’s lips- her tongue swirling around the tip. His cock sliding deep into her mouth again and again and she sucked it.

The sucking and slurping sounds from below- it all seemed so familiar. And there was that same pungent air streaming up into his nostrils, a intoxicating aroma rising from a woman’s head. Chantal’s Hypnotique perfume was affecting Marty, bringing his subconscious memory of sex with Natalia into his conscious mind.

“Damn, Hele…Chantal. Let’s fuck now before I lose it too soon.”

Fortunately, his girlfriend didn’t notice that he’d almost said “Helena”- the name The Professor used in hypnosis. Marty quickly marched her into his bedroom and had her lay back so he could push into her wet pussy. He entered easily enough and began to thrust slowly into her willing body.

Chantal wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug in to pull him closer. It still hurt a little, but she kept her fingernails short. However, this all seemed so familiar to him. Close to her like this, with her expensive new perfume wafting over him, Martin was looking down and fucking The Professor again!

“From behind now, Marty. I like it that way. Finish me like that,” Chantal ordered.

Where had he heard that before? Why did this seem like it had already happened? What the Hell was going on here? It was all so very strange.

Marty was on fire as he plunged into Chantal’s juicy pussy. She wanted to finish off this way, and that is what he would do. Soon, the pair of them were moaning and grunting rudely as they slammed their bodies together in urgent lust.

“Fuck me, Marty!…Fuck me hard!…Yeah, fuck me!…Harder, harder…”

Chantal was really driving her boyfriend on now, wringing every last bit of strength from them both. They hadn’t been together for a few weeks, and she really wanted this. Marty was doing it again, a willing slave who would give this woman the orgasm she was craving. He obeyed her commands, pounding into her young, strong body like a man possessed, chanting the word ‘Fuck!’ over and over as he picked up his pace. Then it was done, Chantal calling out:

“I’m coming!…I’m coming… Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!…Mmmmppphhhhffff!!”

Chantal’s body lost control, bouncing on her knees as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Somewhere in there, Marty came too, his spasms lost amid hers, but his load delivered deep, nevertheless. They continued to move together a little more, then fell to the bed to rest.

“Amazing Marty!” Chantal gasped. “What got into you today? It was like being with a super-stud!”

“So you’ve been with studs before, have you?” he joked before continuing, “Must have been that perfume. It really got to me. It seemed like it was leading me forward the whole time. Like I was on automatic. Wear it whenever we are together, OK?”

“Just when we’re going to be alone, Marty. It does seem to have a strong affect on you, that’s for sure!”

After Chantal left his place, Marty thought about what they had done together. He was aware that while they had sex, it seemed like a replay of earlier experience. And, he had these images of The Professor in his brain as he fucked his girlfriend. Naked images of Natalia underneath him clawing at his shoulders. Strange! Was the perfume having some sort of hypnotic effect on him?

****

“Hello, Sandra. Thanks for coming to my department office today. Shut the door and take a seat in the chair there,” The Professor pointing to a big wing chair, like those in her home library.

She didn’t offer coffee or tea, the friendly style favoured by Good Old Lazenby. No, Natalia was always one to get right down to business. But first, some small talk about the bursary, and Mrs. Hendricks, might help The Professor put her misgivings to rest.

“Have you received your first bursary installment yet? If not, it should come soon. My husband sent it up to Finance as soon as they signed on.”

“Yes, thank you. Last week and it’s already in the bank. Nice to have that little cushion now.”

“Well, you can thank the Hendricks for that. Maybe you’ll see them next time we have a party.”

“I really do appreciate their support. Please tell them that for me.”

This little exchange helped to settle The Professor’s anxieties, so she went on to the other purpose of this formal office meeting.

“So, to your possible thesis topics, Sandra. What interests you about multiple personalities?”

Sandie reminded The Professor that she had first introduced the topic in one of her undergraduate courses. Sandie had done a short research paper which focused on some of the well-known cases where people had developed two, three and more personalities to help themselves cope with negative family situations.

“These were often victims of abuse, weren’t they, Sandra?”

Her student concurred with this and moved into another concept which the Professor had asked her to investigate.

“Yes, they used these other personalities- probably unknowingly- as a Defense Mechanism to shield themselves from psychological harm. It’s almost as if the victim put on a suit of mental armor and the new persona absorbed the traumatic impact of some sort of abuse, for example.”

“Could you give me an example to illustrate this, Sandra?”

“Hmm… well, suppose a person is being taken advantage of, say sexually, by someone manipulating them. The victim’s psyche might create an alternate personality as a defense mechanism to deal with the problem. That persona would come forward when facing the perpetrator.”

Sandie had no idea how close her example fell to what was actually going on between her and The Professor, who had been manipulating her through hypnosis ever since the party. The significance was not lost on Natalia, and she struggled hard to maintain her cool. She decided to steer away from the example Sandie gave.

“Umm… interesting example. Could the victim cope by using other techniques that you researched? What do you think?”

“Well, the person could Compartmentalize their experiences and feelings. If there is a discomfort- a Cognitive Dissonance- between what the relationship between them should be, and how it actually is, the victim might do that.

It’s a way to deal with conflicted feelings. The person would literally put the unpleasant experiences or feelings into a separate mental box. Then they could function most of the time because the bad stuff is all locked away.”

“Sandra, you seem to have a good grasp of this topic, and we can continue from there next time. Here’s something to think about before we meet like this again: can a person actually WILL themselves to have multiple personalities, or is it a process of the subconscious mind?”

She continued. “This might be an excellent focus for a major research paper, perhaps even a thesis. Continue reading on the topics we discussed today and add ‘the Stockholm Syndrome’. You will find that very interesting.”

“Is that for next Wednesday afternoon?”

“I haven’t decided on that yet, but I do have a new batch of tests to take with you. Here’s the Answer Sheet. You can do them at home or in the departmental work room.”

That covered their time together for the current week, but The Professor needed caution about having Sandra Weston come to her house again. But as she looked upon the young woman’s appealing face and fine body, Natalia felt an urge that over-ruled her better judgement. Memories of Sandra in her bed, naked and aroused, took away all other thoughts! Even next Wednesday seemed too long to wait for more of this sweet delight.

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Old Lazenby had flagged Marty down in the hallway earlier in the week and told him to report to their home at 1:00 on Friday to have some further discussion about his thesis research. He said to allow plenty of time- at least a couple of hours- because The Professor would have reading materials for him.

Actually, she wanted to make sure that she got enough of him in bed before passing him on to June Hendricks when she came at 2:00. Any discussion time would come after June left. Marty was in for a busy afternoon!

At one o’clock sharp Martin Benning was at the front door. The Professor welcomed him in and led the young man straight upstairs. There would be no dalliance today except in her bedroom. She had decided to try a different means of hypnotizing him today, a method she had used successfully with others before. She directed him into her library-sitting room where very soft, soothing music was playing.

“Martin, you seem a little tired,” she said softly, slowly. “Make yourself comfortable … Rest your mind for a minute… Think about a quiet place… You are alone there… No-one to disturb you… Think of this place… You can go there… Listen to the wind… Feel the sun… It is so relaxing… Just rest a minute.”

She said nothing more for a short time and watched Martin’s eyes begin to close. He was drifting into that quiet place now. She began to speak softly again.

“Martin, look at me… Who am I?… My name is Helena…Yes, call me Helena… Do you understand, Martin?”

“Yes Helena, I understand.”

The Professor could see that her student was coming under her control now, but she needed to be sure.

“Do you like me, Martin?”

“Yes Helena.”

“Will you love me, Martin?”

“Yes, Helena.”

“Take my hand… Come with me now.”

Natalia led him through the office-hobby area, through the short passageway and into her bedroom. The covers were turned down in preparation. The Professor had been waiting for this moment for days.

“Undress me, Martin… Then I will undress you.”

“Sit there, Martin,” she whispered, pointing to the side of the bed. “Now, move your knees apart.”

“Can I love you, Martin?”

“Yes, Helena.”

The Professor took his cock into one hand and fondled his big balls with the other. She began to stroke slowly and deliberately, smiling as his rod stretched to its full length. Martin’s eyes stared down into hers, further mesmerizing this very compliant subject. Then she lowered her head and brought her lips to the head, where she kissed and sucked his most sensitive flesh. Natalia smiled as Martin began to groan with pleasure.

“Do you like this, Martin?” she whispered to her captive under a spell.

“Yes, Helena.”

Natalia had always liked giving head, and with Martin it was an exquisite thing because of his girth. She opened her mouth wide and lowered her head slowly, feeling it press firmly all the way back to her throat. Then she moved back to let most of it back out again. Plenty of saliva lubricated a slow and steady rhythm as she guided him to gently fuck her juicy mouth.

Judging by Martin’s groaning, he was enjoying it as much as she was.

Now The Professor slowly pushed Martin back onto the bed as she continued to gobble down his cock. It was her turn now. She brought herself over his neck, a knee planted out beyond each side of his head, looking down at her afternoon fuck.