Mr. Black wrapped up his 'disrobing' experiments and moved on to the next phase — one-on-one interviews with students and faculty that he chose randomly.
The basic questions were very simple and straightforward: "If you and a person you didn't know, of the sex you are attracted too, were in a room naked together, would you feel compelled to engage in sex with that person?" The overwhelming majority of answers was "no, I would not feel compelled to have sex with that person."
"If it was a scientific experiment, and you were encouraged to act out your feelings, would you feel compelled to have sex with that person?" Again, the overwhelming majority said, "no, I would not feel compelled to have sex with that person.
"If there was an observer present, would you have sex with the person who was naked?" An even higher majority said, "no."
There were more questions, but the answers were the same, almost everyone thought having sex of any kind in those situations was preposterous. And yet in the disrobing experiments, of which there were twenty, Nineteen of them ended with sex of some kind, seventeen with full coital penetration. The only one that didn't result in sex was Vice Chancellor James, due to her lack of comfort as an administrator in that situation. The experiment did continue at her home however, resulting in sex but not the official kind for the study.
Mr. Black published his research and the school was proud of it, even though it drew some criticism from some circles as too controversial a subject. Vice Chancellor James was pleased that it was published, because it drew attention to the school and its psychology department. She had also become something of a 'sex research' groupie, regularly reading up on the subject.
A celebration was planed at the James' household, with Mr. Black as the honored guest. Despite the best of intentions, he hadn't been back there since Mrs. James' birthday, when her own part of the research experiment reached its 'both holes filled' climax. She had encouraged him to bring a friend the next time he stopped by, so as his date for the evening he brought an open minded woman named Jayla. Her last name was never given.
Jayla was a dark brown skinned black eyed beauty from Montreal, long legged and lean, with a big shock of nappy hair that surrounded her head like a bleached-blonde halo. She wore thin, black framed glasses on her face and not much else, her dress being the briefest of wispy things — thin, shimmery fabric that draped over her curves like a wet tissue. Her high-heeled shoes were off as soon as she walked through the door, and one quickly got the impression there was absolutely nothing under her tiny wisp of a dress but skin.
Mrs. James was dressed in her own alluring finery, a 'little black dress' with a difference — long sleeves of see-through lace, an open back and a beautiful lace detail at the hem. It hugged her slightly plump womanliness with a vigor, her lovely tits oozing upward and looking delicious. With her to greet Jayla and Mr. Black was Mrs. Davis. As Mrs. James' assistant in the office for many years the two had become close friends, and Mrs. Davis was eager to get to know the handsome Mr. Black better, after admiring him at the school from afar. She also had on a little cocktail dress, deep blue with a diagonal swath of silvery blue across the chest and up over one shoulder. Her husband and Mr. James brought up the rear, dressed in their finest suits, hands extended for greetings all around.
As the cocktails flowed tongues and ties loosened. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. James let their high-heels slip off their stockinged feet. The sound of a richly burnished trumpet mingled with the conversation and laughter — Dizzy Gillespie provided the soundtrack to a slow six-way seduction.
"Mr. Black, can I interest you in participating in an experiment?" Mrs. James asked. She took a larger than normal sip of her martini, letting the elixir slip slowly down her throat.
"Why yes Mrs. James," he said. "Men of science can never get enough of that kind of thing, looking into the new, the different."
He glanced at Mrs. Davis when he said it, her eyes flaring for a split second, her face registering excitement tempered by uncertainty.
Mrs. James caught her eye and nodded at her friend. Mrs. Davis's eyes flared again, with even more excitement. She blushed as she stood up from the brown leather couch, straightening her little dress nervously.
"It seems we have a volunteer," Mrs. James said. "If you'd both disrobe please, we can proceed."
Mrs. Davis had less to take off, so she let Mr. Black get a head start on her while she watched. There was also the state of her nerves — this would be her first foray into any kind of recreational sex outside of her bedroom. She and her husband had had a very normal 'white bread' sex life. Married for a little over twenty years, they did the usual in bed — missionary, girl on top, oral on special occasions. She had been taken from behind, doggie style, only once, before she was married. She loved it, and the hazy memory of it sometimes came back to her, but she always felt awkward bringing it up to her husband, so she never did.
At a 'girls day out' of shopping and lunch two weeks before, she had gotten her good friend Mrs. James to break her silence about what had happened that day at Mr. Black's experiment, and also what had happened at the James household during the birthday celebration. She was shocked but intrigued, and as the conversation between the two women went on that day she knew her own sex life had to improve.
That night, as she made love to her husband, she took the top position. Unlike their routine however, she sat up and rode him like a cowgirl. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of her big tits bouncing freely, and when her husband's hands came up and took hold of the wildly flailing orbs she lost her mind in the best orgasm of her life. New was indeed better.
In the two weeks leading up to the party at the James', she had discussed things with her husband they had never talked about before, and tried things they had never tried before. It was a whirlwind of nightly sex and frank discussions about fantasies. She was very nervous when she brought up the subject of having sex with other people, but her husband surprised her when he told her of his fantasy of watching another man fuck her. It took a few days to process her thoughts. As that was happening Mrs. James told her of her desire to invite Mr. Black to a party to celebrate his paper being published. Mrs. Davis knew she wanted to be there. It was a deep feeling that she couldn't seem to regulate. Instinct, she guessed.
The lights in the James' living room were low, and Miles Davis's Kind Of Blue was on the stereo as Mr. Black's shirt came off. Mrs. Davis couldn't quite believe the enormity of his powerful chest and shoulders, his smooth, dark, almost black skin so different from her husbands thin, pale body. As Mr. Black's hands went to his belt, Mrs. James stocking covered toe touched Mrs. Davis's leg, reminding her it was time to get on with it.
She nervously reached behind herself, lowered the zipper on her little dress, and let the blue fabric loosen it's grip on her petite, curvy body. She looked down at her tits, much more visible from above with the dress loose, and a shot of warm air exhaled through her nose. As Mr. Black's nicely pressed pants came off, revealing the massive lump in his silk boxer shorts, she swooped the dress off her shoulder and let it fall, guided down by her trembling hand.
Mrs. James took the dress from her, smoothing it over the arm of the big leather couch as Mrs. Davis stood nervously. Wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings and lacy panties, her body was on display as never before. Her tits looked fairly massive out in the open, too big for her short stature but balanced reasonably well by her full, round ass and voluptuous belly. It was a smooth voluptuousness, with no fat rolls to grab the eye and disrupt the flow of her womanly curves. Most eye grabbing at the moment were the goosebumps that seemed to cover every inch of her, and the huge three-inch diameter areolas framing rock hard nipples that stuck out nearly an inch. For a small woman she certainly sported magnificent breasts.
Mr. Black took notice, and when he nonchalantly removed his boxer shorts his cock was rising, the massive shaft as big around as her lovely areolas and twice as long as her husbands.
"Good Lord!" Mrs. Davis said under her breath.
"You can leave your stockings on dear," Mrs. James said to her friend, gesturing to the panties she still needed to remove.
She took them off and Mrs. James took them from her, putting them to her nose and inhaling their scent deeply. Mrs. Davis was shocked as she watched it happen, and more so when they got passed around, everyone inhaling her scent into their lungs.
"Very sweet," Jayla said in her thick French-Canadian accent after her sniff, kissing the air in Mrs. Davis's direction.
Mrs. Davis felt like she was deep into a dream. Standing with her body on full display in front of a group of people who were sniffing her panties as they sipped cocktails and listened to jazz — it was beyond extraordinary.
