The Endowment Club Study

The night was magical, at least from my perspective. The porcelain white light shone in the tall bedroom window, but didn't reach the bed, where four bodies were in close contact.

Maya grumbled, "Do we really have to talk work on a night like this?"

I put a finger across lips and silence prevailed, except for final crunching on toast and sips of coffee. I closed my eyes and wondered if the coffee would let me sleep again. There was a worse problem, which was the rubbing of three women's bodies on me.

Sonja giggled, "Maybe he will pay attention if we keep offering sex."

Molly was about to say something when I pulled her closer for a long hot kiss. She couldn't seem to stop gently humping my thigh, which was making me hard even without her fingers playing on my big penis.

Her voice was low. "The idea is to study patterns of arousal in young males and females. We are looking for uninhibited study subjects with a healthy sex response. They have to be attractive, so that the arousal is clearly targeted on an individual of the opposite sex."

"Wait. What if I am aroused by persons of both sexes?"

Maya and Sonja were giggling. "Our professor is so straight she didn't understand bi. Not until we kidnapped her to bed with us and had all night girl sex."

My hand was between Molly's legs, rubbing firmly. "Just for that," I said fiercely, "she must come for us!"

Three attacks, in three erogenous places, and she was wailing and crying to stop.

Soon, she was a sniffling lump in my arms as I rubbed it in. "She must be demoted. Insufficient knowledge of the subject matter. A tutorial will be assigned."

She tried weakly to beat me about the head as I walked us to the kitchen and planted her naked self on the counter. "Bring the poor girl a tee shirt," I directed.

It was beginning to get light and breakfast was in order. I broke out the eggs and sausage while the study director was comforted, with giggles, by her assistants.

Alcohol was required. I put Sonja on the eggs, and found the makings for gin fizzes. It was very smooth and seconds were soon required. Molly's wonderful tits were pushing out the tee shirt, and I made sure to fondle them frequently. She was trying to recover, but our tickling was making that very difficult.

We sat on the living room sofa with plates. I forced her onto my lap and growled fiercely every so often. After they finished, Maya and Sonja lay by our sides with a blanket and hummed.

Molly pushed me back into the down pillow and licked my face while complaining bitterly.

"This could ruin my career. I can't have studs like you just molesting the staff any time they please."

Her immediate punishment was another tour of my cock, straddled across my thighs and clenching hard. I pulled her head down and whispered, "You are sexy as hell and the study males are going to be after you worse than I am."

The study helpers had a new complaint. "Molly, if you are getting fucked all the time, how will any work get done?" They pushed her off and fought to see which one rode me next.

After more byplay, I covered us up with the blanket and enjoyed a little nap.

The sun was in my eyes when she whispered, "Will you help rescue me and the study?"

Damn, a brilliant female researcher asking me for help? Better be nice.

I picked her up and walked us to the other room, which was a study with a leather sofa on which I could recline with Molly on top.

Her voice was soft. "I wish cuddling with you would make all my problems go away."

I worked my fingers in her scalp and said, "You've been going a zillion miles an hour with your career, and things are getting lost in the shuffle. Why don't we take a couple of days and enjoy a breather at my family's place at the lake? Maybe take those slutty assistants along to handle kitchen chores?"

She sat up, laughing and hollering for Sonja and Maya. They appeared in the doorway and she said, "He called you sluts. Wants to take you to the lake with us."

They swarmed, kissing and licking. "You will be sorry. We were on the swim team! Just wait!"

By noon, we were driving up the gravel road to the lake cottage, sitting snug with its dock at the edge of the water. I carried bags while they explored. Within minutes, totally naked bodies were splashing and shouting. I served the deli lunch, grabbed some beer, and went out to the deck in my board shorts. They clustered around, dripping and kissing.

"Alex! This is wonderful. Is there anyone around? Can we sun like this?"

They didn't wait for an answer but spread towels on the loungers and suggested I serve lunch.

It is hard work serving movie star quality females with nothing on. I was lucky my shorts were loose and made of heavy fabric. I made myself comfortable on the deck next to Molly and said, "It's ok if I ask a few questions about study design?"

She took a deep swallow from the beer I had been holding, and ran fingers through my hair.

"Girls, he is going to pick our study to pieces. What if we insist that if he destroys what we have, he has to provide a substitute?"

This was met with low hums and closed eyes. The sun was warm. I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Just one more question. What were you going to do about a control group? Were they going to get any sex? I'm just a guy, but how would this work? A beautiful sexy girl is going to get attention no matter what."

I turned around and licked her pink nipple. "A beautiful, sexy girl like you, that is."

She moaned and said to the others, "I am completely undone. He's kidnapped us to his castle and set us up on his sun porch. All I can think of is sex."

I crawled around, kissing more nipples warm from the sun. Maya said, "There's no fight left in us. He gets whatever he wants."

"Actually, I have been proving something. If you invite a horny young guy to your house for dinner and start flirting, he will get aroused. If you keep flirting, you will end up with his cock in you, your own arousal very obvious from the wailing and screaming. If you sleep with him and are nice, he will take you to a vacation spot where you will get aroused all over again, like any other healthy girl.

"Now, doesn't that prove something about your study?"

Sonja and Maya were out of it, but Molly rolled off her lounger into my arms. "Yes. Please just hold me."

A long time later, a tongue was licking my face and a quiet voice said, "Your sluts are back in the water. Do you want to join them or do you want a private screw?"

"Is this a feature of the study? You get me all hung up and mushy over the Professor?" My fingers dug into her muscled behind and she rubbed herself harder on my stiff cock.

"No. You've already ruined the study. This is the part where the dumb professor loses her mind over the young stud."

My arms tightened around her. "You feel good. You feel like the woman of my dreams. You feel like someone I could get serious over.""

"Damn, damn, damn. I work hard, I get good grades, I get a medical degree, and then I go and prove I'm just a gushy female after all." She sniffled on my shoulder as two dripping bodies came up and shook their heads. "Alex, she's got it bad. You better treat her right."

I stood and put Molly high in the air above me, then walked to the edge of the dock and tossed her as far as I could. "She needs to cool off. We have to get the Professor back in charge so the study can be reconstructed."

The helpers pressed their naked selves into my side and we watched the Professor swim far out in the lake and turn around.

"Alex, she is terrifically smart, but hasn't had a decent sex life for years. You need to be tender and demanding at the same time."

"How am I to treat the two of you? What about your sex lives?"

"We are just sluts. When we get horny, we go find a one night stand. It usually has lousy results, but until you came along, it is all there was for us."

"Is that a polite way of asking for more sex?"

They didn't answer, but pulled me into the lake with them. We swam out to Molly, who was treading water and scowling. I lay on my back and gathered her to my chest, like a mother sea otter. My tongue licked her and made soothing noises.

"I should drown you."

"Maya and Sonya just finished a lecture about my behavior."

Molly turned for the dock, growling threats.

I helped her out of the water and over my shoulder. The sun was warm and I sat us on the deck, kneading her fine behind and making low noises.

"They told you to beat me?"

"We have to start over on the study and you have to get back in charge. I am a study subject of one, since none of my friends you signed up are around. Actually, I suppose it is my outsize penis that is the subject of the study. The three of you seem happy enough with it. What do you want me to do?"

The assistants applied lotion and made smartass comments about well hung guys. Molly tried to get up, but I told her, "You relax and let us work on you while you think about your study."

She closed her eyes and moaned. "My mind is a blank. Talk."

"This is either the dumbest idea I've ever seen, or one of the most inspired sex studies ever invented. It's up to us to launch your career by making it inspired."

Three pairs of eyes looked at me curiously, wanting more.

I went on, "What's the number one problem in dysfunctional sex between consenting adults?"

They looked at each other, wheels turning. I almost started to laugh, watching three of the finest naked female bodies anywhere, very relaxed from lots of recent sex.

Maya and Sonya waited for Molly to answer first. "Um, there are a lot of problems, but I suppose the number one problem is mismatched expectations and poor performance."

I pulled Maya into my lap and whispered loudly, "Why doesn't just watching a little porn cure that?"

I switched her around and started some stretching exercise. Her hamstrings were tight as a drum.

"Are you another one of these jocks who thinks massage is for dummies?" I drove my fingers deep and got an angry groan back.

"You wrecked our study, now you are wrecking me."

"Sonya, in the closet off the back porch, there are mats. Bring them with more towels. While you think about rescuing your study, I will see about rescuing these muscles."

An hour later, in the late afternoon sun, they were curled under blankets, smelling of liniment and sound asleep. I walked to the kitchen and started browning the meat and unions for stroganoff.

In a while I heard the shower going, and a while after that three bodies in sundresses arrived and attacked the salad and vegies. I put the meat in the oven to simmer and asked, "Is this with fettuccini or rice?"

Both answers came back and they laughed. "Maya is a rice nut, but she will eat fettuccine and be happy. Which do you prefer?

"I like both, but what about noodles tonight? They make a bigger mess, and we have a mess here."

After the very fine dinner and two bottles of Chianti Classico, the research team was feeling no pain.

We were too full for dessert and collapsed in a pile on the queen bed upstairs. I was asleep in an instant.

It was still dark, but beginning to lighten, when whispers woke me. "What are we going to do?"

I reached for a body, and got a handful of firm boob. She turned into me with a wet kiss. Others joined in, wiggling and giggling.

Her soft voice said, "Alex, sex isn't going to fix the study..."

I flopped to my back and allowed my hands to wander gently. They made a pile and used tongues on likely places. Their hands stroked the hard result of the kissing. I guessed this was going the wrong direction. They were right. What about strong coffee and some brain power?

"I thought young horny guys like you didn't have any discipline?"

In an irritated voice, I asked, "Are we going to kid about this, or are you going to be straight with me?"

Molly sat up, "Damn it, Alex, I thought you said we were coming up here to relax and regroup?"

I stood up, grabbed my pants, and walked out of the room. Behind me, I heard a loud "Fuck!"

I was being a bastard, and I knew it.

Shit! I'd never been around three brilliant females who freely shared their bodies with me. How was I supposed to know how to act? They were the ones with the PhD's. I was a high school jock who got A's. That was about all there was on my resume. Since when was I a research study rescue artist?

I heard a noise and turned around. Three grim faced females were advancing on me. Bulldozing me right up against the wall.

Molly's voice was low, husky, and full of venom. "All right, Buster, the party's over. This isn't your lake house anymore, it's our study hall. You sit on that chair and keep your mouth shut."

She changed her mind. "I have a better idea, make coffee and breakfast while we get started. This is going to be a hard day."

I served coffee and disappeared down the hall, returning with a large white board on a stand. "Maybe this will help. My dad does work retreats here once in a while."

No response. I started prepping the ingredients for made to order omelets, and found English muffins in the freezer. Even made little slips of paper with lists of ingredients to be checked off and handed them around as I refilled the coffee cups. They worked at maintaining frowns in my direction.

With plates warming, I began the first omelet for Molly and started a second in another skillet. Muffins were toasting as I carefully folded the first omelet and got ready to serve.

From the doorway came another loud "Fuck!"

Maya added, "Double fuck! Sonya completed with "Triple fuck!"

They rushed me, but I held out the peacemaking plate. "No rough stuff. Eat this while it is warm."

Molly was still forking hers when I handed the next two omelets to Maya and Sonya.

I was standing at the stove with my own omelet almost ready when someone behind me said, "Asshole," and another added, "How can we be mad at him after this?"

Molly pointed at the chair next to her. "Sit."

I sat where directed and concentrated on the omelet, which was excellent. The women were bringing something out of me despite myself. A first ray of morning sunshine fell across the table. Life was really shitty.

I couldn't take it anymore. I snatched her up and walked out the back door, across the deck, and jumped as far out into the lake as I could.

I stayed under a while, until she had a grip on my hair, pulling me to the surface. I expected a curse, but got a long, hot kiss. We kept sinking underwater. Maya and Sonya stood on the edge of the deck, trying to decide what to do. When it didn't look like the study director and the high school kid were getting out, they threw off the tee shirts and dove in.

"You are very bad. We were scared. Why aren't you fighting?"

The water was cold, but three women and a guy locked arms and traded kisses and tears, treading water.

It was my turn to be nice. "I'm sorry I was an ass in there. It won't happen again."

Revived by five minutes under the hot shower, I was wrapped in towels and shepherded to the sofa. Face down. They took positions on top.

"Alex, we have to do this together. Is that ok?"

I mumbled something that sounded like yes.

"Look, things are not all bad. We have a good cohort of volunteers. The guys are well hung. The women have all the right curves. If we put them in a room together, they will be paired off in minutes. All we have to do is find something to measure, analyze and publish."

They stopped talking when they realized the body they were sitting on was laughing. I heaved up and over, gathering them in.

"God, the three of you are priceless. With this buildup, the only option is to ditch the study and go into the online porn business!"

Pushed to the floor, they took turns walking up and down my back, cracking my spine, which made alarming noises. Maya turned me over and Sonya provided a real pillow. The three of them prodded parts of me into pillows.

I tried to be creative. "If you want something to measure, what about time to first orgasm following various stimuli?"

Maya asked, "Do you suppose that is repeatable?"

Molly was giggling and I pulled her into an armlock. "Be careful, we might decide to use you to test some of the stimuli."

"Damn, Alex, this is making me so horny I can't stand it!"

My hand found its way under her fleece and cupped a firm boob with a stiff tip. Definitely a hot woman.

"Let's see if we can't be analytical for a moment. We lie around with each other, semi-aroused. We start trying to imagine a study, and talk about arousal, orgasms, intercourse, and elapsed time. Somewhere in there is a good study topic."

Sonya whispered, "Somewhere in there better be a good fuck."

I fastened on a covered boob and thrust my hand between her muscled thighs. "No fucking until we have a study definition."

"Shit, this is worse than med school."

I sat up sharply, scattering bodies. "Voila! I think Sonya has given us the study topic: 'Somewhere in there is a good fuck!' "

Three heads resting on their knees. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone is always worried about a good fuck. What does it take? Who is the right partner? What about the foreplay? Am I going to come?"

I poked Molly, "All right, turn that into a sexy title for the study."

She lay back in my lap and waved her arms. "Ok. What about 'Aspects of Coitus: Subject responses following perceived successful intercourse.' "

The interns were overcome. "Perceived successful intercourse? That's the same as a good fuck?"

It wasn't appropriate, but there was rolling around on the floor and intervals of pounding on the high school kid.

I wrestled them down. "Enough. Remember she holds the key to your residency chances."

Maya stretched on me. "PSI Alex, and that doesn't mean pounds per square inch!"

Sonya punched her and said, "Or maybe it does!" Molly frowned.

Everything went into high gear. Clustered around their laptops and portable printer, a rapid cut and paste and edit job took place. By three o'clock, there was a pile of sheets containing a revised study, complete with protocols to satisfy the Human Subjects Committee and the departmental research committee. I had been to the store to gather ingredients for a celebration dinner, including fresh limes for the necessary margaritas.

From the doorway, I suggested, "What about a run, a swim, and a cocktail?"

Later, relaxing in the fading sunlight, three tired bodies smiled at me and said, "Alex, that was a miracle this morning. We never would have seen what you did."

I said, "The study writeup reads well. Terrific in fact. I have just one question, in the middle you talk about criteria for PSI. Do you need any help sorting out how to tell a good fuck from a bad fuck?"

I ran for the kitchen as they shouted threats after me. The dinner, prepared by yours truly, was linguini ai frutti di mare. My Italian grandmother would have been proud of me. The broth had been simmering for an hour. The clams and calamari and other fish were ready. Time to boil the pasta and set the table.

Three bodies came to sniff the delicious odors. "A recipe from my Nonna. She would be pleased if you had dresses on for dinner."

There were more than dresses. Hair up and styled. Fragrance. Light makeup. I pointed to the wine and ran for my better clothes.

In the very last of the sunlight, I sat with my elegant ladies at the table overlooking the lake and toasted Nonna. They eyed me, all of the earlier tension dissipated, and toasted Alex. His fine mind, his manly attributes, his wizardry in the kitchen. It was enough to swell my chest. Not to mention a certain other item.

Sonya slipped away to fix espresso, and the Italian gelato I had found at the store. Molly said dessert should be on the bed inside. I piled dishes in the sink and followed.