More Coaxing

Admittedly, it would be fascinating to continue the experiment with a sort of half-sadistic bent by dropping Miss Dahl into your frozen realm and potentially toying with her -- because that is what it would most likely come to, in the end. It is highly unlikely she would react 'favourably'. You can see it play out in your mind: she would seek help, be unable to obtain it, and either opt to flee forlorn or fight forlorn. And if she didn't do any of that, if she turned your way, then she was fucked up in the head already. You know what you want, you've been pining for your Econ teacher's body since you realized it was the only good thing about your weekly exposure to her particular corner of the University. It's only because she's so attractive that you really bother to ask help of her an listen to her explanations; you get to see her in action a little more, and a little more animated than if you held back and let her preach to an uninterested and lifeless choir. If it were anybody else not so appealing you would be just like everybody else, a jaded zombie and no more.

You've spent your time so far simply preparing your puppet, now you want to feel her. Use her. Intimately. You lean on the table to see if it can hold any more weight. It doesn't budge an inch. Not even a soft whine, sturdy thing. You climb aboard. There's just enough room that you can hover with your knees either side of Miss Dahl's thighs. You lower your upper body, reach behind Dahl's neck and put your weight on that arm. Your other arm free you run your hand down her body, feeling the side of her face, her neck, shoulder, gripping her breast as you go by, then all the way down her stomach to her moderately bushy mound. You further lower yourself until your face connects with hers at the lips, while you play with her pubic hair. You take one of her lips in between yours, taste it, taste the skin around it, taste the artificial redness she would have applied in the morning, and the flesh just beyond, just inside the mouth, facing the teeth. You push your tongue in, feel her teeth, push them apart. Her jaw widening pulls her lower lip tighter and you relish the strange sensation. You smother your taste buds with hers, rouse her dormant tongue, pull it from its bed, feel under it, beside it, above it. Meanwhile you tentatively slide a finger into her cunt. It's warm, it's soft, and a tad sticky. It needs stimulus. You pull back out and find her clit, tease it out from under the hood, rubbing it and flicking, pressing it into itself, bending it out of shape as much as it will give. You shuffle backwards a few inches, break from your one-sided kiss, and trace slobber down Dahl's body until you find a nipple and suck it in. It has stiffened, and springs this way and that as you swipe it with your tongue.

After a little while you slip inside her again: her pussy is wet and your fingers come out slick. Her moist depths are ready for you, ready for your cock. You shuffle a few inches forward again and maneouver between Carolina's thighs, pushing her knees apart with one of your own, spreading her legs open so that they hang off the edge of the table. You remove your arm from behind her neck and grip the table with both hands to support you as you lower your pelvis toward hers, briefly freeing one only to help aim, before making the plunge. You ease the tip of your cock just past her generous outer pussy lips and linger there for a bit. You move your hips side to side with your rod still just at the gate, and, looking down, it looks like you are simulating a ball joint with your cock head. Finally, grinning, you let your own weight push you all the way in and you feel her hot cunt walls squeezing your dick like you just shoved it in a gentle hydraulic press. You bathe in the sensation for a bit, staying as deep as she will take you, before getting a good rhythm going. You watch her bosoms rippling up and down in sync with you. Then you drop down slowly to feel her chest against yours. Her body melts into you, skin rubbing skin in vast plains as you rotate your hips against hers, driving your cock into her pussy. Her face close up once again you trace the line of her jaw with parted lips, tasting it right from the chin to the crook beneath her earlobe. You suspend yourself in the air again and push up the pace, thrusting hard from your thighs and lower abdomen, increasing speed until you hear a wet slapping at each penetration, pausing only to reach down and take aim again when you occasionally pull out too far. Soon you feel your ballsack shifting, a herald of ecstasy to come, orgam nearing, your nerve-rich cockhead sending ever more saturated signals into your brain.

Now could be a good time to wake your lab-rat. She's wet, sweaty, you took care to rouse her **** body's natural, involontary reactions, she won't be in pain. With a little (enormous quantities of) luck she might completely forget the context and abandon reason to the moment. There is no data on people being in one situation with a particular set of stimuli suddenly being flooded with the full sensations of sexual intercourse...