This story is fiction. Fantasy. Not real. All characters are over 18.
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Mr. Black was preparing for another of his 'natural instinct' experiments. He interviewed members of the school's athletic teams, looking for young men with strong, muscled bodies and attractive looks. The equivalent of 'young bucks' from the animal kingdom. He had them strip to their underwear, and asked them a series of questions, one of which was, "How big is your penis when erect?" He chose the four biggest amongst the best looking young men. They were indeed handsome boys—two with dark ebony skin and two well tanned but creamy white.
On the morning of the experiment Mrs. Higgs from the library walked into Mr. Black's large room, the old wooden floor creaking a bit as she approached his desk. She looked very unsure of herself.
The boys walked in as a group, smiling and joking with each other as boys do, but the quiet of the big room and Mr. Black's serious expression silenced them and they stood off to the side of Mrs. Higgs, also looking unsure of the situation.
"I'm conducting experiments here that study natural instinct," Mr. Black said, his voice somehow quiet and booming at the same time. "If any of you are uncomfortable with what happens here you are free to leave at any time. Please read this carefully and sign it."
He handed out a clipboard to each person with a paper attached, a standard confidentiality agreement about the experiment. The five subjects look them over, and the sound of pens signing names was the only sound in the big room for a few minutes.
"Nothing that happens here is spoken of outside these walls," he said when they were through. "And as you just witnessed, I also signed a contract." He handed it to Mrs. Higgs to examine. "It states that any of the study materials generated during this experiment are only to be seen by myself and those assisting me. Any written hypothesis or published papers will not include names or anything that will link you to these experiments. Your confidentiality is assured."
Mrs. Higgs smiled politely, wondering what all the fuss was about as she handed the paper back to Mr. Black. Schools are way too careful these days about legal matters, she thought.
"Gentlemen, please remove your shirts," Mr. Black said.
He walked to a work table and picked up a plastic container and a paintbrush.
"This is water-soluble paint designed for skin. I'm going to mark each of you with a number on your chest and on your back. When we're through here you'll be able to wash it off easily in the athletic department showers."
What he didn't tell any of them was that the numbering would be most useful upon playback of the video that was being recorded by four cameras up on the ceiling. He thought knowledge of that type of thing happening would color the experiment, perhaps even keeping Mrs. Higgs from participating.
The boys were marked 1,2,3 and 4, smiling as it happened, but keeping any good-natured ribbing to themselves in the face of Mr. Black's seriousness.
"All right," Mr. Black said. "You may disrobe completely now, while the paint is drying."
The boys eyes grew, and they looked at each other.
"You mean...everything?" Number Three asked.
"Yes, please," Mr. Black said.
The boys looked at each other again and started slowly unfastening their pants. All of them glanced at Mrs. Higgs at one point or another in their undressing, and just moments later they were all naked. Two of them held their hands nervously in front of their crotches, and two of them stood proudly, hands at their sides.
"Please undress now Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said.
"Undress? You want me to undress as well?" she said, her eyes growing as she thought about the request. "But...what...what would the board say about this Mr. Black?"
"They know of my experiments."
But...my husband. What of my husband?" she said, her voice fainter and tightening as she looked in the direction of the naked young men.
"These experiments are confidential, Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said, and he gave her the quiet time she needed to gather her thoughts.
"Confidential," she said quietly as she slowly rose from her chair.
She tugged her skirt down instinctually, and almost smiled when she wondered why she bothered if it was all coming off. Her mind raced, questioning her motives and thinking about her proud 'proper lady' status in the community. Would taking off her clothes in this manner, for science, jeopardize that? And would it even be possible for her to do it? Would her hands let it happen? How could she possibly take her clothes off in front of four stunningly handsome naked young men, all of them students that she saw in the library often? And then there was Mr. Black, a man she had fantasized about more than once when her husband made love to her.
The question of whether her hands could even do it was answering itself— her fitted blazer was sliding down her arms as her mind spun, and her arms laid it on the chair without any sensation of touch or movement. It was like all her senses had shut down—there was no sound, no feel, she wasn't even sure what she was looking at anymore as her hands went to the buttons on her blouse. She did feel the slight change in temperature as her blouse slipped down her arms, the dry air of the big room hitting the moist skin of her bare belly.
She removed her clunky, big-healed shoes, and the next thing she knew she was lowering the side zipper on the below-the-knee length skirt that matched the blazer, a nice looking tweed that she was glad she had chosen that morning. Gravity took the skirt down, guided by the hands she still couldn't feel, and she stepped out of it and laid it on the chair with the rest of her things. A white satin slip with pretty lace at the bottom was next, moving with a smooth shimmer down her slightly plump legs.
She was less happy about her morning's choice of underwear. Not quite granny panties, but something disappointingly close to them covered her round behind. Her bra was also something her grandmother would probably have been comfortable with. Without understanding why, she removed them both, and the dry air caressed every inch of her, her somewhat large breasts sagging only slightly, their chunky fullness a highlight of her middle-aged body. She didn't look at herself, but she knew from instinct that her big nipples were standing proudly at attention. Mr. Black did nothing, watching quietly as all his naked subjects slowly got used to the situation. Mrs. Higgs' breathing was the loudest thing in the room.
The biggest change, other than Mrs. Higgs being on full and glorious display, was the state of the boys penis's. All had grown into erections, and even the previously proud 'hands free' boys were now covering up and holding them down. They were a magnificently large bunch, and their hands weren't big enough to keep the hard appendages from view. Mrs. Higgs tried not to look, but she was unable to keep herself from some direct glances, and her peripheral vision was full of young cock, which did nothing to quiet her heavy breathing.
