Chapter 1

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Dr. Jackie & Ms Fuck Me

"OK, I'm rolling." said the voice behind the camera.

The shaky image stabilized to show a young woman in her early twenties. She had shoulder length dark hair that fell across her face and she wore thick rimmed glasses. The net effect was to hide most of her face from the camera. She was dressed in an oversized grey zippered hoody that went to her mid thigh over a green T-shirt, dark grey leggings, and black flats. She was standing next to a kitchen counter.

"God Henry, don't point that thing at me." She said holding her hand up to block the camera's view of her face. "You know I hate having my picture taken."

"Jackie, we already discussed this." The voice said with a laugh. "We agreed that we need video documentation of the experiment."

"Yeah, well, document him." She answered, gesturing to the other side of the small kitchen.

The view pans over to see a large athletic male with short buzz cut hair and a square jaw. He is also wearing a sweat suit, but this one fit tightly over his muscular bulk.

"Hey, so when do we get drunk?" The boy asks the camera. I'm going out after this and I want to get a good buzz going."

"Shank..." Henry explains from behind the viewfinder. He's clearly explained this to the hulking athlete a few times. "This experiment is not about getting drunk. We've designed a new kind of beverage that keeps you clear headed, actually improves cognitive function, and still makes you feel warm and happy. You get the positives or alcohol without the negatives."

"Yeah, but will it get chicks drunk enough to fuck?" Shank said, leering a little at Jackie.

"The whole point, Shank, is that it won't." Henry answers slowly, clearly exasperated. "Everyone has a good time, but they maintain control and feel great."

"Who the fuck wants that?" He spat back, folding his arms across his chest.

"Why did you volunteer for this test again?" Henry asked, the camera panning randomly down and around the room as the young man became exasperated.

"I told you, I need a lab credit to keep my athletic deferment." He growled, embarrassed.

"Ah, OK, cool." Henry says, the camera coming back up and aligning. He is keenly aware of the football player's growing anger and doesn't want to be on the receiving end if he loses his temper. "Well, let's get started then. You guys have your microphones on?" Both participants nodded indicating the small Bluetooth microphones pinned to their shirts. Shank tapped his making a loud thumping noise come from the speakers.

The camera swings to the institutional clock on the wall to show the time.

"It's three ten in the afternoon, January twenty first." He narrated in his most official sounding voice. "Our subjects for today's experiment are, uh, Shank, what's your real name?"

"Just call me Shank, everyone calls me that." He answered.

"Oh, OK, Shank, male ... How old are you Shank?" Henry fumbled.

"Twenty five." He answered grimly.

"Right, uh, male, twenty five." He panned the camera over to Jackie. "And Jacquelyn, female, twenty two. The subjects will now drink two hundred fifty milliliters of the test liquid in a simple syrup suspension."

Jackie looked up at Henry, gesturing that she didn't see the cups of liquid there for them to drink.

"Ah crap." Henry said, handing the camera to Jackie. Henry can now be seen. He is a slim guy in his mid twenties with short brown hair, a video game T-shirt, and slightly baggy jeans. Grabbing a glass bottle from the refrigerator, he opens it and sloppily pours the orange liquid into two clear cups. He takes the camera back from Jackie and straightens the shot.

"OK, the subjects will now drink the liquid." He continues. Jackie and Shank pick up their respective cups and, with a cheers motion, drink the liquid.

"Oh, it's good!" Jackie says as she puts the empty cup down.

"Yeah, it's a ten percent mix of the serum to a ninety percent mix of Orange Fizz." Henry said, the camera focusing on Jackie until she flicks her head over to Shank. "Oh, right."

Shank can be seen tipping the cup up to get the last drops out. "OK, so when do I start to feel drunk?"

"You don't feel ... Oh never mind." Henry answered, exasperated. "You should start feeling the effects in about fifteen minutes. In the mean time, would you both come into the other room so we can start the cognitive tests? I need you to do these quick tests every fifteen minutes for the next hour."

The camera bounced as the three made their way into a modest living room. The subjects sat down on either end of the couch in front of a coffee table. On the table were two binders containing the premade tests. Henry sat opposite of them, still recording. The each opened the binder and read the sheet.

"Ah nuts, you didn't say there would be a math test." Shank griped as he looked at it.

"It's just a quick test." Henry explained. "A few high school level math questions, a short written paragraph, and a few spatial relations tests. You can go ahead and do them now."

Henry continued to videotape them as they wrote, Jackie for about three minutes, Shank for about five minutes.

"OK, do you feel anything?" Henry asked. It had only been six or so minutes since they drank, so he didn't expect anything. Both subjects shook their heads.

"Maybe we should drink some more?" Shank offered. "I didn't get very much."

"It doesn't exactly work that way, it's less about how much you drink. Just drinking some should do it." Henry answered.

They waited until about the fifteen minute mark, making small talk. So far there were no apparent reactions to the drink.

"I like the orange flavor, I didn't taste anything strange." Jackie offered.

"Uh, yeah, it tasted good I guess, I didn't really taste any booze." Shank offered. Even Jackie rolled her eyes at that comment.

At Henry's signal they turned the page of their books and started the next testing stage. Every stage was designed to be about equally as challenging without becoming predictable. He noticed that the pair was taking longer with this round of testing. Jackie seemed to have to think more, and her testing took almost five minutes, while Shank seemed to get frustrated and tossed his pencil down after ten minutes.

"Those were a lot tougher." Shank said as he tossed his pencil onto the table.

"They shouldn't have been ... They're written to..." Henry tried to explain before he was cut off by Jackie.

"They were totally harder. And that writing one was so silly!" She said, breaking into a gale of giggles. Quickly she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my, where did that come from?"

Jackie suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She appeared to sway a little. "Oh wow, I just felt like a weird rush for a second. I'm OK now though."

"I guess this is a good time to ask you guys if you feel anything different?" Henry said, zooming in on Jackie.

Jackie looked around the room, not really focusing on anything before returning her gaze to the camera. Henry notices that her eyes look a little dilated, and her cheeks a little flush as she thinks about her answer. The shot lingered on her.

"I feel good, not, like, drunk or anything ... Happy I guess." She said, brushing the hair back from her face. "Yeah, I feel good, positive, a little warm. I don't know if it's the drink, or my expectation of the drink."

"OK, how about you Shank?" Henry asked, still keeping the camera on Jackie.

"Yeah, same here. I feel pretty fuckin' good." He said, leaning back against the couch and stretching while he grinned broadly.

Henry followed him with the camera. Then he paused and focused a little lower. It looked like the big athlete had a discernible bulge between his legs. No, probably not, must be the way the sweat pants were fitting.

Zooming back out the frame showed Jackie staring at Shank as he lay in repose. All of a sudden she hopped onto his lap and lay back against the arm of the chair, one hand in the air. She mugged for the camera.

"Photo op!" She yelled, dissolving into another fit of laughter. The big athlete put his large arm around her and looked at her, leering. Jackie gave Shank a hug and climbed off his lap, standing a little unsteadily while she fanned herself with her hand. "Wow, it is warm in here. Are you warm Shank?"

The tall college student slowly stood up. "Yeah, it is getting hot in here." He said, pulling his sweatshirt from his massive chest to reveal a muscular torso. Standing up also removed any question about a bulge. He sported a rather sizable lump on the front of his sweatpants. He stretched; apparently unaware of his growing state.

Jackie was definitely aware of the state of the young man, staring at the lump in his pants. She followed suit and unzipped her sweatshirt. She pulled it off to reveal her tight white T-shirt with a picture of giant glasses and the slogan "Nerd Girls Are Sexy". The glasses just happened to sit over Jackie's breasts. Henry focused on the girl, obviously centering on his friend's hard nipples as they pushed against the material. She continued to stare at Shank, slowly licking her lips.

"Definitely hot in here..." She said in a husky voice, closing her eyes and swaying back and forth a little. "Whoa ... Wow ... I'm definitely feeling something Henry. It feels really good. I mean really good."

"Yeah, really good!" Shank agreed, eagerly looking at the petite brunette's chest, his cock growing in his pants.

"Um, OK..." Henry said, trying to figure out how to gain control again. "Well why don't we sit down again, it's time for the next round of tests."

Shank shrugged and sat down, leaning back, his erection becoming prominent in the grey cloth.

Jackie walked over and stood close to Henry. Her eyes were extremely dilated; looking almost black. "Henry, I feel strange, maybe we should stop." She whispered, biting her lower lip. "We could just hang out or something?"

Henry could be heard to take a deep breath. Judging from the camera angle he was having a tough time keeping the frame off her pert breasts, the picture cutting off just below her eyes now. "We agreed ahead of time that we need to finish the test, it won't be long. Please, Jackie, sit down so we can do the test."

"Ugh, Henry, I don't want to do the stupid test again!" Jackie harrumphed as she sat down, pressing herself against the athlete. She looked over at his obvious bulge hungrily. "I want to have some fun!"

"We'll have some fun as soon as this test is done, I promise." Henry offered, not quite sure what to do.

Jackie was noticeably breathing heavier right now, having trouble concentrating on the test before her. She kept glancing over at Shank, shifting herself in her seat, and fixing her hair.

"I need to go to the bathroom!" She blurted before quickly getting up and running from the room. Henry panned the camera as she left before returning to show Shank still sitting there. The camera floated on Shank, occasionally drifting over towards the short hallway.

The microphone was still picking up Jackie's audio. The volume of her breathing began to get louder, faster, shallower. She was almost whimpering, the sound reverberating off the bathroom walls. Henry decided to investigate.

Forgetting about the camera shot he walked down the hallway, the camera frame pointed at an odd angle towards the floor. "Are you OK Jackie?" he asked through the door. He could hear her heavy breathing through his earphone. In fact, the sound of her breathing right in his ear was kind of turning him on.

"Fuck!" He heard her quietly curse. "I'm fine! Just be a minute!" She called cheerily through the door.

"Uh, OK." Henry answered back. "Just checking..." He added timidly as he slowly started back down the hall.

"Now fuck off and let me finish." She whispered obviously not remembering that she was mic'd. Her breathing quickly intensified again, and Henry could hear a moist sound almost like she was scrubbing something. "Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... oh yeah..." she whispered urgently. The pace of the noise and her breathing increased until she let out a long hushed groan of pleasure. "Ohhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh yeah ... Oh fuck yeah..."

It finally dawned on Henry that she had been in the bathroom masturbating, and he had just heard his friend enjoying an intense orgasm. He adjusted his erection in his pants just before the bathroom door opened.

Jackie stepped out of the bathroom, looking around a little furtively, unsteady on her feet. The camera caught her silhouette, backlit from the bedroom behind, accentuating her hard nipples as they pressed against her T-shirt. She slowly turned and walked towards Henry. It was clear in the video that she weaving as she walked.

"Are you OK? An obviously concerned Henry asked.

"Mm-Hmm." Jackie answered with a smile as she passed him in the kitchen. She bent over, mugging for the camera as she passed. "I feel great."

The camera focused on her as she walked into the living room, it tilted down a little to focus on her ass, tightly wrapped in her leggings. There was a pronounced sway to her hips that was not normally present. Henry followed behind, not sure what to think.

Shank looked up from the test paper as she entered; obvious lust in his dull eyes. Jackie spread her arms wide as she approached him.

"Hey baby! Didja miss me?" She exclaimed as she sat down on his knee. She put her arms around him and hugged him. He reciprocated, one big hand sliding down to cup her tight ass. Henry was amazed that she didn't protest. Normally she would have slapped anyone that tried to touch her like that. Instead she looked up at the camera, her eyes glazed.

"I don't wanna do any more tests Henry." She said with a slight slur in her voice. Henry was shocked, she always spoke with perfect diction, and this wasn't like her at all. "They're a total buzz kill."

"Uh, OK, sure. No more tests." Henry said as he focused on his subjects. Jackie remained perched on the football player's muscular thigh. She giggled and flicked Shank's nose with her finger. The athlete, on the other hand, only had eyes for Jackie, or rather only for her body. His hand stroked up and down her thigh between her knee and her ass. He stared intently at her breasts as they moved beneath the tight material.

"So, ah, tell me, how do you feel?" Henry pressed on. The two of them were definitely altered, almost as it they had been drinking or stoned, but something was different. "You seem a little out of it?"

"Oh, I'm totally fucked up." Jackie said, bursting into a gale of laughter. "I feel amazing! It's like my whole body is tingling! It's like I'm a fucking million watt light bulb!"

"Yeah, heh, yeah me too." Shank added, lasciviously looking up and down Jackie's body. He reached over with his other hand to stroke along her torso, stopping short of her breasts.

"OK, you feel really good. What else? Do you feel drunk? Stoned?" Henry asked, unable to do anything but continue videotaping.

"Stoned..." Shank murmured.

"I don't know, not drunk exactly..." Jackie said, pausing to think, pressing her thighs tightly together, stroking Shank's arm. "I've never been stoned, so yeah, stoned ... and..." She looked at Shank and started to laugh, he started to laugh too. "Yeah, right?"

"What?" Henry asked; feeling left out of the joke.

Jackie turned to look directly in the camera. She suppressed a giggle, and tried not to smirk.

"Henry, I'm horny as fuck!" She managed to get out before laughing.

"What?" Henry asked. He couldn't believe his timid friend would say something like that.

"I'm horny as fuck Henry." She said resolutely. "My pussy is fucking wet. That shit you gave me is great. Shank is fucking touching my ass and it's making my pussy drip. Oh god I want him to touch me all over!"

Shank obliged by grabbing her right breast with his huge hand, rubbing it through the material of her T-shirt. Jackie moaned loudly and leaned back against his shoulder, one hand sliding between her legs. She looked up again at the camera. Her eyes were heavy and glazed. She was breathing heavily.

"Fuck yeah, that's it, grab my tits!" She said to the unblinking lens. "See Henry? I'm so wet it's soaked through."

The material between her slim legs was dark and wet from her arousal. She leaned back her head and moaned again as Shank slid his hand under her shirt to touch her breasts. The outline of his big hand pressed against the thin cotton. She reached back and began rubbing her hand down his broad chest then down to his erection. The oversized student moaned as a big greasy smile slid across his face.

"Fuck it's big! God, I want to get fucked Henry. I want his cock so bad!" She moaned before looking back up at the camera. "Do you know what I did in the can Henry? I fucked myself. I had to cum. So I went in there and fucking rubbed my clit until I came. Did you hear me Henry? Did you hear me cum?"

Henry started to mumble something, but Jackie sat up and took the lens of the camera in one hand. Shank slid both hands up her shirt to grab her breasts; her eyes fluttered as he pinched her hard nipples. "I know you fucking heard me Henry. At first I tried to be quiet when I 'membered that had the mic on. But then I wanted you hearing me ... your cock gettin' hard when you heard me finger fucking my pussy." She reached down with her other hand out of camera range. The microphone picked up a quiet moan from Henry. "See? Your cock is hard, just from listening to me fuck myself. I like making your cock hard Henry. Speaking of which..."

Jackie let go of the camera and slid back against Shank before standing up in front of him and took his hand. Pulling him to his feet she turned back to the camera.

"Lessee if Shank is expermincing the same effects from your little cocktail." Kneeling down Jackie looked at the large bulge in the front of his track pants. She ran her hand up and down the outline of his big hard cock before slowly pulling the waistband down. "Oh, he's totally feeling it babes." Slowly she revealed a thick hard shaft, pulled down by the elastic waist, until his large cock popped up and bobbed in front of her face.

The camera lens swung around the room. "Hey Jackie..." Henry started to say.

The picture froze.

"Wait! Why did you stop it?" Jackie asked. She was seated in front of the monitor on the desk dressed in a puffy white bathrobe, her damp hair hanging around her face.

"That's kinda when things got out of control Jackie." Henry said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't want to see that do you?"

"Henry, we agreed before we started. And I need to see what I did." Jackie said firmly. "I don't really remember what happened yesterday and I really need to know. Plus, how can we learn anything about the experiment if we don't review the results."

"I don't know Jackie..." Henry said while trying to come up with a good reason not to continue. "It's pretty embarrassing..."

"Just play it Henry."

"I don't think we should..." Henry started to reply, but Jackie reached forward and tapped the spacebar on the keyboard, setting the video in motion again.

" ... let's, ah, OK, let's call the experiment done." Henry's voice continued, the camera pointed at the floor. "I think we proved the effects of the beverage."

"Henry, point the fucking camera at me!" Jackie's voice demanded.

Henry could be heard to grouse behind the camera, but did hold it up and point it at Jackie. The image stabilized on the brunette as she looked at the camera. Her right hand was holding Shank's impressively long and thick erection at the base. Her other hand was shoved down her tight leggings playing with her pussy.

"Look at the size of this thing?" She said as she turned back to the cock in her hand, looking at it in fascination. The football jocks erection was big, easily the length of her forearm. The shaft was rock hard and heavily veined up to the dark flaring head. It swung in front of him like a thick tree limb. Her delicate hand looked tiny as she slowly started to stroke the shaft. "God, it makes me dizzy just looking at it..."

The video paused again.

"Wow, I remember that part now." Jackie said as she examined the freeze frame of the huge cock. Her eyes were almost as glazed as in the video. "I just assumed it seemed that big because of the psychotropic properties of the serum. It looked like the most beautiful thing in the world at the time. I wanted that big cock more than anything I could imagine. It still is fucking huge though, and beautiful in a coarse way. God, his balls are big too. He's really hung."

"Uh, yeah, I guess..." Henry reluctantly agreed.

"Oh, it totally is, it's huge." Jackie corrected.

The video started up again to see Jackie on screen reach up with her other hand to cup the athlete's large testicles while she continued to stroke him with the other. Shank moaned and thrust his big cock through her fingers. A small spurt of cum erupted from the thick cockhead and proceeded to drool down the shaft. Jackie giggled and licked it from the shaft like it was a drip on an ice cream cone. As she reached the head she slipped it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing inward as she sucked on it.

Jackie actually squealed with pleasure as she pulled the hard cock from her mouth with a pop. "Oooh! It tastes so good!" She exclaimed as she looked up at it adoringly. "I wanna make it cum!"

The video froze as Jackie reached up to tap the space key.

"Why am I talking like that?" She asked quizzically. "I sound like a moronic high school cheerleader. Well, a slutty moronic high school cheerleader anyway."

"Um, I noticed that..." Henry fumbled looking around in his notes, trying not to look at the frozen image of Jackie with a big cock in her mouth. It's not that he'd not like to see that, but it was embarrassing with her sitting right there, and he would rather it be his cock anyway. "Yeah, here it is. Your test scores dropped with each successive test. Your baseline test was what I expected. Your time was just under three minutes. Your math and problem solving were perfect, and your creative test was excellent."

He flipped through his papers for a second until coming up with the next test set. "Your next round took you about five minutes."

"Five? But these tests are designed to be virtually identical in challenge." Jackie replied.

"They are. These tests have been used hundreds of times for their repeatability and predictability." He confirmed. "And on the second round you scored only four out of five on the math, three out of five on the cognitive, and your creative was, um, interesting."

"Interesting? How?" Jackie asked.

"Well, um, here." Henry handed her the paper. "Look at the last line."

Jackie read aloud: "And the warriors charged their enemy, their bodies naked and gleaming in sweat, and their cocks engorged and hard as they charged?" She looked at the paper, checking the first page to see where she had written her name. "I wrote that?"

Henry looked down at his notes, not quite able to look her in the eye. "Yeah, it was you. And you made a couple of spelling mistakes too."

"I remember the test seeming a lot harder the second time. I had a lot of trouble concentrating, it's like words I knew wouldn't come to me." She stared at the paper. "I don't remember writing this though. I must have had cocks on the brain already."

"You could say that." Henry said, trying not to sound too sarcastic. "You only got through part of the third test. You only got one math question right, only two attempted. You only attempted on cognitive test, got that one wrong. And as for the creative ... Well, here, you read it."

Jackie took the proffered papers and started to read. "I don't even remember taking the test. Holy cow, my handwriting is almost illegible. Henry, is this really what I wrote?" Henry nodded at her. "Shank hasa big sexy cok. He's hard fer me. I want him in my wet little pussy." She looked up at Henry quizzically. "And then I drew this crude picture of a giant erect penis? Oh my. You know, this might be consistent with over stimulated Limbic Amygdale coupled with suppressed Occipital Gyri."

Jackie closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to waver. When she opened them again her eyes were definitely dilated and glassy. There was a slight blush to her cheeks. "I wanna to see more cock." She said before she started the video again.

The on-screen Jackie continued to work on the large cock. Shank looked down at her, an evil grin on his face, as she slowly pushed his cock through her hand and into her mouth. Jackie moaned in pleasure, her free hand reaching up under her T-shirt to play with her breasts before sliding down between her legs to play with herself again. It wasn't long before her thighs shook, and she started to hump her hand, her arousal nearing a peak.

Jackie broke off before she came, pulling at her T-shirt to get it off. Shank reached down and helped pull it over her head to reveal her perky breasts. He reached back down to grab them with his hands eliciting a loud moan from Jackie as he pinched her hard nipples. She quickly stood up and started to pull off her leggings, but the muscular athlete grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over with one arm while he grabbed the waistband of her tights and pulled them off. Taking her hips with either hands he effortlessly lifted her up so that her legs went over each shoulder and placing her wet pussy against his mouth. It also served to place her head right at the level of his aching hard cock.

Without missing a beat Jackie started to suck on the fat cock before being interrupted by her own cries of pleasure, coinciding with the loud slurping sounds of the jock sucking on her clit. Her suspended legs flailed as she came. Unable to pleasure the big cock she instead held it close to her face as if hugging it.

"Oh god that was amazing!" She cried as her orgasm subsided. She started to bob her face back and forth, sucking on the huge erection. Shank continued to suck on her erect clit eliciting moans of passion from her before she quickly succumb to another orgasm. "Oh god oh god oh god!" She squealed in pleasure as she again shook with ecstasy.

"Wow, he's good." Jackie said as she intently watched herself on the screen. "I feel my pussy tingling just watching him." She watched, fascinated, as the jock spun her back around and placed her on the couch. Jackie inhaled deeply. "Oh, look, typical simian dominance play by him! He's really strong, and what a big cock."

The on-screen Jackie spun around, leaned up against the arm of the couch, her legs apart, arched her back so her ass thrust out and looked back at Shank. She reached back to spread her ass to give the Neanderthal a good view of her dripping pussy and her little pink asshole.

"Oh god! Look!" Jackie exclaimed while looking at herself as she enticed the big stud to mount her. "I look hot! Um, but I mean look, I'm totally putting on a, um, that word I just said, the monkey thing..."

"Simian dominance display?" Henry offered. He noticed that Jackie's robe had slipped open allowing him a peek at her breasts. He tried to ignore the sensation of his penis engorging in his pants.

"A what?" She said looking at him briefly before turning back to the screen.

"Simian dominance display." Henry explained, confused at her seeming change in concentration. "Where a great ape poses in such a way as to make itself more masculine and to dominate other apes in the group?"

"Yeah, that, but no." She said thinking for a moment. "I'm doing the monkey thing to him so he'll fuck me."

"Oh, a simian submissive sexual display." Henry realized what she was talking about.

"Yeah, a fuck me pose." She said watching intently. "It's working too. Look he can't wait to drive that thing into me!"

"I don't know, it might be a result of an over stimulated Limbic structure, but it doesn't look like a suppressed Occipital Gyri to me." Henry discussed clinically.

"Whatever you say silly!" Jackie said laughing. "Let's watch me get fucked."

The camera focused on Jackie's face as Shank lined up behind her. He rubbed the end of his hard cock up and down her wet slit to lubricate it. She opened her mouth in a gasp of pleasure as she felt his swollen cockhead start to press against her pussy lips.