My PHD in Sex (Part 1)

I embarked upon my task eagerly
one Saturday night
explaining carefully
to the randomly selected girl at the frat bar
in the clearest way possible
how impassioned I was
regarding my latest project
My methodology
would be (in not exactly those words)
to fuck her brains out
then write up the findings
for my research

I imagined that after a good dinner
and a good licking
those hourglass hips
would be bouncing and quivering
their high tech yo-yo on my cock
the type of gizmo
that crackles and glows in the dark
then tells your fortune in a sexy voice
making the world go aaah...

And I started to wonder
how long it might take
before my fingers
would be twanging her strings
to JS Bach on shrooms

Fortunately,
for my puny researcher's budget
it turned out she couldn't hold
more than a few dollar's worth of cheap liquor
and in short order she'd agreed to assist me
back at my improvised
bedside laboratory

It wasn't long
before her creamy
camel toe skimpies
were peek-a-booing my way
as they dangled on a chair
and with long legs
spread out wide on the bed
beckoning like a freeway exit
when the gas gauge moans empty
I discovered immediately
she possessed
the wettest,
tightest,
daintiest,
crinkliest pussy
any educated inquiring young mind
could ever hope to skitter his tongue across

I noted specifically
the smoothness of her thighs
pale and trembling
the gash already glistening
wet and wild and warm
In fact she was equatorial hot
every zone engorged
damn about to burst
and all fired up
to squirt me a gushing river

But for reasons I've yet to fully comprehend
I soon found myself a victim
of my own wayward tongue's indiscretion
by loosely repeating the words 'brains' and 'fuck'
in the same sentence
I must have triggered a conflict within her mind
somehow lighting a fuse
to out of control and crazy

She began to struggle and yell
louder than a bag lady
being DP gang-banged
by junkies in a dumpster

In an attempt to soothe her
and allay unfounded fears
I stroked her ear lobes
slowly and gently
using the warm tip of my cock
hoping its effect would calm her
but still she refused to be quiet

Then it occurred to me
strong action was required
so I jammed the nearest thing to hand
deep into her mouth
as far as it would go
and as hard as I possibly could
hoping at least it would prevent
her deluded drunken antics
from waking my elderly neighbors
who had a habit of calling the cops
every time a pin twitched
in its box after midnight

I never expected her to bite
well certainly not as hard as she did

And now it's for that reason alone
at any rate until the bandages are removed
for a few weeks at least
and with a certain degree of regret
my research
albeit temporarily
is having to be postponed