The Study

Without the video screen to stare at, neither of us knew quite where to look or how to get things started. We were just three feet apart. It was awkward. Abby finally broke the silence.

"Before this study, I never would have believed that the absence of hardcore pornography could make a situation seem awkward." She broke into a smile, as I laughed out loud.

"Yeah, this whole thing is so surreal," I said. "When we're eventually allowed to talk about it, no one's going to believe us anyway." Then I got to the point. "So how should we do this?"

She thought for a moment and then replied, "well, I say we start by ditching these ugly gowns. We've already seen everything underneath, and I'm going to need something more exciting to look at if I'm going to make this work." She flashed the same mischievous grin I'd seen toward the end of the prior session.

"Hard to argue with your logic." We both rose and disrobed, throwing our gowns into the corner of the room. I realized, as I did so, that my penis wasn't nearly as impressive in its flaccid state, and I immediately set to rectifying that, grasping it with my right hand as I took in the view in front of me. Abby's body was just as stunning as I remembered. So lithe. So toned. By the time we sat back down in our recliners, I was already getting hard.

We started out slowly, staring at each other's bodies as we touched ourselves. By the 15 minute mark, we were both very into it, and Abby was starting to moan. I stared at her beautiful breasts, and watched as a drop of sweat trickled down between them when she arched her back. Her eyes were locked on my cock, which stood upright like a monument.

Then she startled me with a question: "what are you imagining, Jake? I want to know what you're fantasizing about."

I hesitated for a moment, wondering how honest to be. "I'm imagining taking your breasts into my mouth, kissing your nipples."

She moaned. "What else? Tell me more."

"I'm imagining what it would be like to go down on you, to make you come with my tongue."

"Oh god...that's a good answer." She seemed to stroke her clit even faster than before.

"Your turn. What are you imagining?"

"I'm imagining you stepping over here and driving that cock into me. Hard. Over and over. Feeling your cock deep inside me." Her eyes were wide with lust as she said it.

I was floored by her response. Truth be told, despite what I'd said to her, I had been imagining the exact same thing, from the beginning. I pictured myself saying 'to hell with the rules' and lifting her legs onto my shoulders and thrusting my cock deep inside of her. Her pussy was a mere three feet from my cock and the urge to bridge that divide was almost overwhelming.

We continued like that for a while. Eventually, I looked over at the door and realized that we were at the 40 minute mark. Somehow 20 minutes had passed since the last time I glanced at the clock. It was time to end this session before we ended up costing ourselves $10,000.

"I'm ready when you are," I said to Abby.

"I want you to come on me," she said. "It's not a violation of the rules. Just stand up, come over here and shoot it on my belly."

I didn't even hesitate. I stood and took a step forward. Her legs were spread wide, so I moved my legs right up against her recliner, my cock looming over her. Her eyes were wide and focused on my cock, as I stared at the toned body splayed out before me. I stroked my cock in a final flurry, felt my orgasm coming, and watched as my cum shot out in several volleys, landing on her flat belly, her arms, and her chest.

As her left hand touched the droplets of cum, smearing them into her skin like she was applying sunscreen, her right hand continued to furiously stroke her clit. Within 30 seconds, she climaxed as well, screaming "oh fuck," as her whole body shook. I just stood there, in awe of her sexiness, overwhelmed by the whole situation. Eventually, I gathered myself and gave Abby some tissues to clean herself off. I was about to help her, but I remembered Dr. Snyder's words and thought better of it.

We didn't say much of anything to each other after that, but we were both all smiles. Eventually Dr. Snyder and Dr. Carter came to retrieve us. There was nothing particularly notable about the debrief, though when I described how the session ended, I got the same eyebrow raise from Dr. Carter that I got when I'd described cumming on Dr. Kaur. I didn't know how to read her reactions, but she seemed satisfied that I was telling the truth and that there had been no physical contact.

SESSION 11 (DAY 24)

To my delight, Wednesday's session began just as Monday's had, with Dr. Carter leading me to a room where Abby and Dr. Snyder were waiting. Once I was seated, Dr. Snyder spoke up. "Good morning. So, as you know, this is the last week of the study and there are only two more sessions left, including today's. We'll wrap things up on Friday if all goes well. Today is going to be just like the session on Monday. We're going to leave you two alone, with no monitor. Your task is the same as always."

And then he left. The timer on the back of the door began to count upward. Within seconds, we had both disrobed and were completely naked except from the sensors on various parts of our bodies. The awkwardness that had existed even as recently as the last session was almost completely gone. We were touching ourselves almost immediately, drinking in the sight of each other's naked bodies. In no time at all, I had a raging erection.

We were mostly silent for the first 15 minutes or so, until Abby finally spoke. "Tell me what you're doing to me in your mind."

I smiled. "I've got you bent over that chair. I'm cupping your breasts as I pound my cock into you from behind."

"Oh god. That's a really good answer." She closed her eyes and tried to picture it too. Then, as if suddenly inspired, she spun around on her chair and climbed on her knees, leaning forward on the backrest and sticking her ass toward me. She wiggled it, teasing me, as she continued to touch herself, moving her hand up and down her pussy. She had such a tight, perfect little ass. At that moment, I wanted nothing more in life than to reach out and grab ahold of it with both hands. It took every bit of my willpower not to.

After a minute she flopped back down on her seat. It was my turn. "Tell me what you're thinking," I said. "When you close your eyes, what are we doing?"

"Mmmm, let's see" she closed her eyes, still touching herself. "I'm sitting on your lap, riding up and down on your cock." Her voice was so seductive. "It's such a nice, hard cock. You've got your hands on my hips, grabbing them tight, your mouth on my breasts. I've got my arms wrapped around your neck..." She trailed off, momentarily lost in her fantasizing.

I hung on her every word. And when she stopped talking, I took the opportunity to reach for some massage oil from the cart. Abby opened her eyes as she heard the sound of the oil squirting into my palm. Her eyes went wide, as if she'd just had an idea. She reached for the other bottle of oil on the cart. But instead of squirting a small amount of it onto her hand, as I had done, she slowly unscrewed the cap. Then, flashing a devilish smile, she turned the bottle upside down, letting the clear, thick liquid dribble out onto her breasts and down onto her belly. She moved the bottle around, letting it dribble onto other parts of her body, her shoulders, her thighs, her pussy.

Then she put the bottle down and began to rub the oil in, all over, moving her arms slowly, making sure she touched everywhere she could. Soon her entire body was glistening, and the oil was everywhere, all over her chair and the floor around her feat. She smiled as she slid around on her now slick seat, her hips sliding left and right, back and forth, her oil-soaked fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

Once I snapped out of my trance, I decided to follow her lead. I unscrewed the lid of my own bottle and quickly dumped a large amount of oil onto my chest. The oil ran down my stomach and onto my cock and balls. I put the bottle down and began rubbing the oil in, on my chest and shoulders, my legs, my ass, my cock. The oil was everywhere, and I couldn't help but slide around in my seat. It felt like being on a slip-and-slide. It was a sensory overload.

But the physical and tactile sensations I was feeling were nothing compared to the sight of Abby's lithe, oil-soaked body slithering around right in front of me, one hand stroking her clit and the other massaged her own breasts. I'd never seen anything more sexy in my entire life. I'd never been more turned on in my entire life.

And Abby looked like she was similarly overwhelmed by the intense eroticism of the moment, barely able to contain herself. She slid up and down, and then all the way down onto the floor, where she turned around and began sliding her chest up and down the seat of the chair, her knees on the floor, her glistening, oil-soaked ass cheeks just a foot in front of me, taunting me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she continued to touch herself, her fingers sticking out between her legs.

When it finally happened, it happened quickly.

"Oh god, Jake, just fuck me," she begged. "Please. I need your cock. I don't care about the money anymore."

At that moment, I didn't care either. Even today, far removed from that moment, there's no amount of money I would trade for that experience.

I was in motion almost before the words left her mouth. And I went straight for the prize. As slick and oil-soaked as we were, my cock slid into her instantly and completely, in one smooth motion.

The noise she made as my cock slid into her from behind is impossible to describe. It was part scream, part moan, part squeal, a sound of ecstasy and relief and pure animalistic passion. As I grabbed her slick hips and began thrusting into her, she came almost instantly, screaming "oh fffuuuuck yes!" I felt her pussy tighten on my cock as it spasmed and her whole body convulsed. I stopped and pulled out of her, using every ounce of my willpower to keep myself from coming. I didn't want it to end so quickly.

When I'd regained my composure, I slid my cock back in. She looked back over her shoulder at me, a puzzled look on her face. She must have thought I'd come when she did. When it became clear to her that I was not done with her yet, a wicked smile flashed across her face. I leaned in and scooped an arm under her chest, lifting her torso up toward mine. She turned her head and we began kissing, passionately, as my hands caressed her oil-soaked breasts. The sensors attached to her chest popped off. I continued to fuck her from behind, our greased bodies sliding against each other.

Within minutes, it was clear that she was again building toward climax, moaning in between kisses. It was then that I pulled out of her and spun her around, lifting her back onto the chair. She immediately spread her legs and lifted them up, beckoning me to re-enter her. As I moved in, she held her hands out to touch my chest. As I entered her, she watched my cock, wide eyed. Soon we were kissing again, her legs up over my shoulders as I drilled her with my cock. The sensor above her clit popped off under the relentless pounding. Before long she was nearly gasping in pleasure.

Then her eyes widened. She started saying "oh god...oh god...oh god...," over and over, her voice rising with each iteration. Finally, she cried "you're gonna make me come again! Oh god yes!" and she threw her head back as her second orgasm gripped her.

As her pussy tightened on my cock, I'd finally reached my limit. I knew my own orgasm was imminent. Not knowing whether it was okay to come inside her, I pulled out. Not missing a beat, she reached down and grasped my cock with both of her hands, pumping it rapidly. I blurted out "oh fuck, Abby!" as a tremendous orgasm washed over me. As my cum shot out all over her belly, her expression was one of pure joy and accomplishment, without even a hint of regret, even though we both knew we'd just made ourselves $10,000 poorer.

When it was all done, I collapsed back on the floor on my knees, emotionally and physically spent. Abby slid down to join me. She kissed me again, gently, and pushed me down until I was lying flat on my back on the floor. She then nestled into me as I put an arm around her, her head resting on my shoulder. We both looked over at the clock on the door. Only 38 minutes had passed since Dr. Snyder had shut the door.

After a minute or so of silence, I was the first to speak. "There's no point trying to lie about this, is there? They'll know."

"Yeah, they'll know," she replied.

"So much for that $10,000."

"Yep. It's gone."

"You know, as badly as I needed that money, I don't think I'll ever regret what we just did. That was so...so..."

"Mind-blowing? Life-changing? Fucking amazing?"

I laughed, "yeah, all of those things."

Abby lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbow as she looked at me. With her free hand, she carefully removed the sensors that were still attached to my chest, as well as the one remaining on her belly. "You know," she said, as she delicately untwisted and removed the sensor attached to my cock, "we've already blown the money. Let's not waste the rest of this time." She leaned in and kissed me.

Then she slid over on top of me, straddling my waist. She reached over and grabbed one of the massage oil bottles again. She turned it over and dumped the remaining oil down her chest and onto mine. Then she leaned forward and began sliding up and down on top of me, our bodies so covered in oil that she move frictionlessly. As her legs and pelvis slid up and down over my cock, I could feel the blood already returning, my erection growing. After a minute of this incredible full body massage, I was once again as hard as a rock. As she slid down, my cock slid between her legs and up between her ass cheeks, halting her progress. No longer able to slide down, she moved from side to side, squeezing and sliding my cock between her legs Then she'd slide up again, letting my cock fall back onto my stomach, only to lift it up again on her way back down.

Eventually, she reached back with her hand, grabbed my cock, and guided it inside of her. Once it was all the way in, she sat up. Placing her hands on my chest to support herself, she began grinding her hips into my cock. I put my hands on her hips, still slick with oil, and felt the rhythm of her movements. Otherwise, I stayed still, content to let her do all the work, admiring the stunning beauty of her glistening, oil-soaked body and the skill and confidence of her movements.

Steadily she increased her pace and began to moan more frequently. After five minutes or so, she sat all the way back, resting her hands on my thighs, and she continued to grind her hips into me. I reached forward and fondled her breasts, sliding my hands up and down her chest. By now, even her hair was covered in the oil, much of it plastered against her face, but it somehow made her look even more sexy and wild. She was just so beyond caring at that point, so lost in her own lust.

And then, abruptly, she stood up, letting my cock slide out of her. She stood over me, a foot on each side of me, and extended me a hand, clearly indicating that she wanted me to stand too. As soon as I was up, she grabbed me around the waist, turned me 90 degrees and then push me in the chest. I fell back into the leather recliner I'd started the session in. Then she crawled onto the seat with me, straddling me, her knees on either side of me, and deftly lowered herself down onto my cock.

As soon as I was inside her, she put her arms around my neck and began to move, pistoning up and down on my cock. Her breasts were right in face, and I took each of them into my mouth in turn. Eventually she lowered her lips to mine and we began kissing again, passionately. I could tell from her increasingly urgent motions and noises that she was nearing another orgasm, which was good, because I was too.

As she neared climax, she stopped kissing me and leaned forward until her mouth was near my right ear. She began whispering in my ear, "oh, Jake, I love your cock...it's so deep inside me, Jake...you're gonna make me come on your cock again...oh god...oh god..." She was almost there. "Oh god...I want you to come inside me, Jake...it's okay...oh fuck...oh my god...here it comes...oh god...oh god...oh god..." Then she came hard, nearly crushing my neck with her arms as she shuddered and convulsed. I came too, grabbing her hips tightly as I released everything I had inside of her.

When we finally came to a stop, we both looked over at the clock on the door. 58 minutes and counting. It was time to get cleaned up and face the music. We did our best to wipe the oil off with the single hand towel on the cart and a lot of tissues, but there was only so much we could do. Before I hit the button on the wall, I looked over at Abby. "Moment of truth. Are you sure we shouldn't try to lie about this?"

She shook her head. "No, let's go out with dignity." We looked at each other, at how ridiculous we both looked, clad in hospital gowns with oil-soaked hair and skin, and we burst out laughing. We looked liked we both just escaped from the insane asylum.

"I don't think there's much dignity left to preserve," I said, once I stopped laughing, "but I take your point. Let's at least take the honorable path." I reached out my right hand and we shook. Then I pressed the button.

In the debrief with Dr. Carter, I didn't even wait for her to ask the question I knew was coming. I just came out with it, telling her that we'd violated the protocol and made physical contact. She didn't seem terribly surprised by my disclosure. She just asked me to describe the entire encounter, from the beginning, sparing no detail. So I did. I told the entire story, and as I did so, the surreal eroticism of the experience really started to hit home. Just describing it made me once again rock hard, and I could tell that Dr. Carter herself was getting a little hot under the collar. She was paying virtually no attention to the readout of the polygraph. And while she tried to maintain her poker face, there were moments where it cracked, and I could tell that my story was turning her on.

When I was finally done, she thanked me for my candor and told me I could go. She told me to go ahead and show up on Friday morning and that we'd have a final discussion then. I took that to mean that I was kicked out of the study, but that the details would be worked out when I came in on Friday.

THE LAST DAY

When I showed up on Friday morning, I was not taken to an exam room and asked to change, as I had been in every prior session. Instead, Dr. Carter came and led me into the lecture hall where the introductory meeting was held on Day 1. A few minutes later, Dr. Snyder entered the room, followed by Abby. When she saw me, we briefly made eye contact and she flashed me a quick smile, which I reciprocated. Abby took a seat in the same row as me, about five seats over. I was certain we were both about to be told that we wouldn't be completing the study or receiving our $10,000.

But then something I wasn't expecting happened. The door opened and Dr. Kaur stepped into the room. She winked at me as she walked to the front of the room. Right behind her was one of the male faculty I'd seen at the intro meeting, though I didn't know his name. He was young and broad-shouldered. A handsome guy. He looked right at Abby and smiled in a knowing way. When I looked over at her, she blushed.

When all four of the faculty members, all wearing their lab coats and carrying clipboards, had made it to the front of the room, Dr. Snyder finally broke the silence, "Jake, Abby, first of all, I want to thank you for volunteering for this study and for all the time and effort you've put into it." He didn't sound at all upset with us.