40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  Dr. Droll nodded at Olivia and turned toward the largest picture of a penis entering a vagina that she could possibly imagine. The pussy looked incredibly familiar to her and the cock looked strikingly like what she recalled from seeing the Doctor when he was being sucked off during their last experiment. The realization of the combination of images in the diagram made her blush. He had only seen her pussy briefly during a few of their experiments, but it apparently made an impression either consciously or subconsciously.

  He pointed to the secret button they had discovered inside and he showed where the head of his giant penis was pushing that spot where it would be located inside her vagina. Olivia swallowed and blinked as she tried to concentrate.

  “If we can locate this spot and educate men on where to find it,” the Doctor said, “this will utterly revolutionize sex, relations between men and women, and may well lead to peace in our time, I dare say.”

  Olivia narrowed her eyes. She thought the Doctor was putting quite a lot of stock in the power of really good sex. She said, “What have you decided to call this spot, Dr. Droll? If we expect common men to be able to find it, it will need a name that is easy to identify and remember.”

  “Quite right, Olivia.” The Doctor smiled and nodded. “I have deemed it to be THE G SPOT!”

  Olivia stared for a moment. She saw the Doctor’s smile falter and she did not want to dash his confidence right before the grandest presentation of his career. She said, “The G Spot, you say?”

  “Yes, what do you think? Be honest.”

  “I, ugh, Doctor Droll, what does G stand for in this case?”

  He shook his head and held out his hands waving the pointer stick out by his side. “Stands for? Nothing, dear. That is just its name the same way any person or any object has a name. That is just what it will be called.”

  “Why G then doctor?”

  “Oh, no great reason. My mother was called Gi Gi and I wanted to do something nice that she might be remembered in my work. Now every time a man finds the G spot they will be using my mother’s name in the very act.”

  Olivia swallowed. “I’m sure were she still around to know that she would be quite … proud.”

  “Thank you, Olivia, I think so too.”

  The door to his office opened and a male student leaned in. His eyes drifted up to the massive diagram and he froze with his mouth hanging open for a moment.

  Dr. Droll said, “Yes, son, what is it?”

  “Oh, ugh, they are ready for you, Doctor.”

  “Thank you. We will be over shortly.”

  “Doctor, I was told to tell you of a slight problem.”

  Dr. Droll waved the pointer stick. “Out with it. What is it?”

  “Your model has not arrived.”

  Dr. Droll dropped his stick on his desk with a clatter. “What do you mean? She is not even in the building?”

  “That’s what I was told,” the student said.

  Dr. Droll shook his head and closed both fists in his hair. “No. No. No. No. Are there any other women in the building? Female students? Other doctors perhaps?”

  The student tilted his head. “Female students and doctors? Here? I don’t think so. Have you gone mad?”

  “Don’t taunt me, boy, or I will bounce you out into the street.”

  “Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir. Sorry, Doctor. What would you have me to do?”

  “Find me a suitable woman. Any woman at this point. This is the biggest experiment of my life. I cannot fail. I simply cannot.”

  The student pointed at Olivia. “She is a woman.”

  “Another woman, I mean.”

  “I don’t think there are any others unless you want me to run through London door to door and I’m liable to get arrested for that,” the student said.

  “Just get out,” Dr. Droll said. “Leave us alone.”

  The student closed the door and the doctor dropped into his chair.

  Olivia said, “What are we going to do, Dr. Droll?”

  He looked up at her. “I will need you to do it, Olivia. There is no other option. You have been with me through my most intense experiments. You know exactly what I would need and there is no one else.”

  Olivia’s eyes widened and she swallowed. “You want me to be the model? In the theater with all those men watching me?”

  “You have to. There are no other options. These men will not return to hear a rescheduled demonstration of our discovery and definitely not after we fail to deliver when they did come. You must, Olivia. Everything is depending on this and you are my only hope.”

  Olivia blinked and glanced up at the diagram. She felt warm all over, but especially between her legs. She nodded. “Of course, Doctor. I won’t let you down. Anything you need.”

  “Excellent.” He clapped his hands and stood up. “Everyone in there is a professional or a student of science. You are being observed by experts in the field. Nothing to be nervous or self-conscious about, Olivia. I assure you.”

  She nodded again and stood with Dr. Droll on shaky knees. “Yes, Doctor.”

  He put his hand of her back and they walked out together. She felt dizzy, but focused on breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. They entered the theater a few doors down from Dr. Droll’s office. The stands were full and Olivia looked nervously from one face to another. She saw young men looking eager. Next to these fresh, young students, she saw older, dower men who already appeared skeptical.

  She looked away. Olivia started to climb onto the exam table. Dr. Droll pulled at the back of her dress and turned her around to face the center of the stands.

  He whispered. “Undress.”

  “Now.”

  “Yes, Olivia.”

  “Completely.”

  “Yes, do it quickly, please.”

  She unbuttoned her dress and folded it down away from her body. She saw pencils rise in the younger men’s hands and she realized in horror that they planned to draw her. Perhaps there would soon be more diagrams in the offices depicting her and what was about to happen to her.

  Don’t hesitate, she thought to herself.

  Olivia dropped the dress away from her bare breasts and pushed it down past her hips. The dress fell to her ankles leaving her exposed and naked before more men than she could count. She did not know what to do next. She stepped out of her dress on the floor and stood with her arms by her side.

  The Doctor’s hand moved over her pussy and pointed at the opening. She almost recoiled, but caught herself and remained steady. She realized that the Doctor had been talking the whole time, but her ears were ringing and her mind was blocking out the words. She only felt the sensations of her own flesh and the weight of all the eyes focused on her. Their rapt attention started to bring up excitement in her to replace the nervousness.

  She heard the Doctor ask, “Are you ready?”

  Story 8

  Callie flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and took a closer look at the outfit covering her svelte body. It was her first day of college and she was excited, but nervous too. She’d gotten there the day before, much later than most of the incoming freshmen, and she had a private room because her roommate had already fled the premises, something Callie didn’t understand at all.

  She fussed with the edge of her pink sweater and then checked to make sure her skirt was perfectly lined up so that the thin slit showed just enough leg but not too much.

  “I’m all grown up today. Eighteen and in college.” Her hands clapped together and a grin broke out on her face. This had been what she’d worked for and now that it was there she was excited, something she wasn’t often.

  The summer had been good to her. That extra thirty pounds she’d carried had finally melted away thanks to a stiff exercise and diet plan, and the clothes she wore now were several sizes smaller.

  She’d gotten a golden colored tan, and the hair, that had been a stroke of genius. The hairdresser had mixed blonde and brown together to create the burnished waves hangin
g around her heart-shaped face.

  “I look like someone else, and thank God.”

  Her brow wrinkled. In high school she’d been the nerdy girl with too much weight, thick glasses and a brain constantly tackling the toughest mathematical questions. She drove teachers crazy, incensed students because they found themselves having to spend entire classes listening to her argue a point with the teacher who then had hurry through a rapid explanation of the work that they would have to do that night as homework because she’d taken up all the time in class.

  But she’d left all of them behind. This was college, and they appreciated genius. They might really appreciate it now that it came in a much nicer package than the one it had been wrapped in in high school.

  Much nicer.

  Feeling confident now Callie set out, her smile huge and her hair swinging across her shoulders. Her first class was an easy one, and she wasn’t really interested in it but she was very interested in the class she’d be taking later—a ridiculously hard Mathematics class that only had a twenty five percent graduation rate. She had every intention of being in that graduating percentage.

  No matter what it took to do it.

  ***

  The class she was most interested in was Advanced Mathematics. She wanted to be a physicist, and so she needed the class. She had drawn Hunter as her professor and she was eager to hear what he had to say.

  She knew a little about him. He had won many awards in the field and had created algorithms that had set the Mathematics community on its ear. She’d seen his picture of course but she’d not really noticed what he looked like because she was far more interested in his lecture notes and findings than she had been in him as a man but as soon as she sat down in her seat that all changed.

  Professor Hunter was gorgeous in person. All his pictures ever showed was his admittedly handsome face but they could not show his broad shoulders, his lean hips and long legs, clad in rebel-professor jeans worn just a shade too tight. His shirt was a plain button-down but it clung to ever lean and elegant angle and she knew he had great abs just by the way he moved.

  All thoughts of math flew right out of Callie’s mind as she stared at him. He had a head full of wavy dark brown hair, and a way of moving that made her panties flood with juices. His voice was a low, sexy baritone, and his eyes were clear and sharp. Callie heard the girls behind her giggling and she turned her head to give them a quelling look but they ignored her.

  Hunter raised one hand and said, “Okay, so let’s talk math. Who’s familiar with the most advanced concept in mathematics?”

  Hands went up all over the room. Callie’s was the highest. Professor Hunter pointed to her, “You…”

  “Callie,” she supplied. “Callie Lewis. The most advanced mathematic concept is zero.”

  His eyebrow went up. “Oh really? And why do you feel that that is so?”

  She smirked. “Because when we figured out that zero was actually a number we then made one of the great advances we have made in human history so far. Thinking of zero as a number instead of a null and void thing led us to the idea that we can study concepts. It also helped us to conceive the idea that we can study concepts that are not necessarily in the world.”

  Professor Hunter smiled, “Great. So who else in here was going to say zero?”

  The hands that had been up shot back up but Callie saw the confusion on some of the faces around her. She also had a feeling that quite a few women who were in there weren’t in there to learn but to ogle the teacher.

  Not that she blamed then, she had almost forgotten that she was there to study for a minute herself. Still, no matter how hot he was, and he was hot, she had to keep her mind fixed on her goals—which was to pass that class so she could get into the classes she needed the next year.

  The other students glared at her but she didn’t care. They should have known the answer was zero, and they should have known it long before they got to class!

  ***

  That evening as she was walking back across the campus she spotted a group of girls standing under a tree giggling. In high school she’d been the geek and the girl that had always been made fun of. Well, it was time to change all of that, and right then. She put a smile on her face and started toward them. One of them gave her an annoyed glance as Callie said, “Hi, I think you have …”

  “Hunter’s class with you.” The girl said, flipping her long golden hair back with a careless hand.

  “Yes. Great class.”

  “Great teacher,” One of the other girls said and they all giggled.

  “I’m Callie, by the way.”

  The girl who’d been in class with her didn’t say anything back, at least, not to Callie. She pointed to a trio of guys coming across the campus, “Hey! Look, it’s the guys from the frat.”

  “Oh my God,” a pretty brunette standing beside Callie breathed, “That’s so hot, and I hear they are having a huge party tonight. Come on, we have to get in!”

  The four girls practically ran to get to the guys walking toward them. Callie was left standing alone. She clutched her books and stared around. Then she got bold.

  She thought, I spent all summer dieting and working out. I know I look way better than I used to. It’s time to stop being so shy and try to get out there!

  She took a deep breath and walked up to the group of mingled guys and girls and said, “Hi there.”

  The boy who’d been talking to the blonde in her class gave her a long assessing look. He looked like a model for a high-end department store, all glowing skin and streaky brown hair. His teeth were even and white. “Goodbye, nerd.”

  Callie blinked. Had he just called her a nerd?

  “I’m sorry?”

  Oh come on, you’re the brainiac that Hunter was all smiling at today in class. Nobody takes that class to pass except the nerds. The rest of us just take it to get a drop card.”

  She blinked. “A drop card?”

  The blonde sputtered and then the others began to laugh too. She said, “Yeah, a drop card. When the easy classes are all taken you have to take something and so you get into the hardest class you can so you can get a drop card and then you’re excused from classes during those class times because there’s like, nothing open.”

  “Oh.”

  They all turned and walked away, and again Callie was left standing alone.

  Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked them away. An amused voice spoke from behind her. “Nobody told you about the drop cards I take it?”

  She knew that voice. Her face burned and she turned around slowly, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. “Hi Professor Hunter.”

  “I’m actually happy that you don’t know about the cards, and that you knew about the concept of zero. It tells me I have one dedicated student anyway.”

  “I am dedicated.” She looked away then back at him. The wrinkles around his eyes were nice, sexy even. He had laugh lines around his mouth, and now that he was closer to her she could see a faint trace of gray in his hair, right near his temples.

  That gray was incredibly hot too. He said, “Good. You know, I have a rather complex problem I’m working on right now. Maybe you’d be willing to give me a hand with it sometime.”

  Her heart thundered in her ears. “I’d love that!”

  She knew she would. She loved math yes, and helping to solve a problem with a man who was already established in the field would give her a leg up in her academic career, but more than that—it would give her time with him.

  Things were looking up.

  Who needed to hang out at some really cool party with a bunch of hot frat guys? That thought was not as encouraging as she had hoped it would be.

  Professor Hunter said, “Great. See you in a couple of days, enjoy your first week in college, it’s always hard to adjust but you’ll get the hang of it.”

  She nodded. He walked off and when she started to walk again there was a smile on her face.

  Things would get better. Th
ose girls were just bitches, and there were bitches everywhere. So she’d thought that they wouldn’t be here, but she should have known that they would be. She should have considered the bitch to normal girl ratio, she told herself and a girl played out on her lips.

  ***

  The next few weeks were difficult and yet exciting. The girls on the hall of her dorm weren’t too bad, and she found she actually liked a few of them, and that they liked her. That none of them would have gotten invited to that party either had not escaped her notice.