Preparation H

Participants Frostie and Pierce were no strangers to each other. This allowed us to observe an interesting dynamic: it turns out Pierce has been sexually attracted to Frostie for some time, while Frostie displayed a cool, indifferent, even slightly hostile attitude toward him—but was nevertheless unusually permissive with his advances, even considering the nature of the study.

Sugarcoat idly tapped her foot as she waited in the clinic room. She'd opted to wear her Crystal Prep uniform and dark tights, and her air of cool indifference was firmly in place.

The door opened, and a labcoat-wearing researcher walked in, escorting one of her classmates, Royal Pin, who was dressed in a maroon sweater over a cream button-down and navy slacks. He blinked rapidly as he caught sight of her, then smirked.

"Alright, Frostie? This is Pierce."

"We know each other," Sugarcoat said. "We go to school together. We can drop the fake names."

"I see," the researcher said, pursing her lips. "Alright, I just have a few things to go over with both of you..." She frowned. "Is this alright, or will this be awkward for you two, or...? I mean, we have alternates."

"I'm good," Pin said.

Sugarcoat gave him a frosty glare, but shrugged. "I'll make do."

The researcher gave them both a curious look, but shrugged and left. Once she was gone, Pin grinned and walked over to Sugarcoat. "Well well," he said. "I finally have you right where I want you."

Sugarcoat snorted, folding her arms. "This is why I never went out with you," she said. "That and you grabbed my ass before you even asked."

"I couldn't help it," Pin said. "Your ass is so grabbable."

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. "Women are just sex objects to you, aren't they?"

"Not all women," Pin said. "Just you." He laid a hand on Sugarcoat's thigh and stroked it. "Just thinking about you gets me hard."

"And thinking about you makes me wonder if I left my hair dryer plugged in," Sugarcoat said. "Actually, that's not true. I just don't think about you."

"Ouch!" Pin said, moving further into Sugarcoat's personal space. "You know how to hurt a guy." He slid his hand further up her thigh, then shifted around so he had one knee on the bed and pulled her thighs apart, sliding his hand all the way up to her crotch and rubbing it through her tights and panties.

"You really want to get slapped right now, don't you?"

"Worth it," Pin said.

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him, giving a disgusted huff. "Are you going to be a creep all day or are we going to do this? I have things to do that aren't you." Even as she said so, she spread her thighs wider and leaned back against the bed, unfolding her arms to brace herself with her hands.

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With participant pair Frostie and Pierce, we had the additional opportunity to observe some interesting behavior. This pair had an unusual chemistry: Frostie has a brutally honest nature with a tendency to express herself rather caustically, while her partner in the study, Pierce, actually seems to enjoy being demeaned and belittled by his sex partner. To again use the vernacular, he gets off on having his balls busted. As for Frostie, her body language contradicts her words. Based on their conversation, Pierce has made an inappropriate pass at her on at least one occasion, and immediately upon entering the room, he had his hands on her body. Outside of some rather cutting words, Frostie did nothing to discourage this behavior—in fact, she appeared to encourage the groping. If not for the age of the participants, we would be tempted to label this behavior as "hate sex", a form of sexual tension and release that often exists in the workplace environment and is rarely seen in couples under thirty.

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"Why'd you wear your school uniform for this, anyway?" Pin asked as he untied Sugarcoat's uniform tie and began working on the buttons of her blouse. Her blazer lay tossed on one of the sofas, and her shoes were resting against the wall where they'd landed when she'd kicked them off.

"Private school uniforms are a popular fetish," Sugarcoat said. "I thought it might help get my partner aroused. If I'd known it would be you, I'd have worn full plate armor."

"And I'd have brought a can opener," Pin said as he spread Sugarcoat's blouse open and began working on the clasp of her bra.

"You're supposed to be humping my butt, not playing with my tits," Sugarcoat pointed out.

"I can do both."

"Right now you're not doing either."

"Well it'd be a bit hard to do the thing we came here for with you sitting in my lap."

Sugarcoat blew on her bangs in annoyance and stood up, bending over the bed.

"Uh-uh," Pin said. "On your hands and knees on the floor."

Sugarcoat glared at him. "Don't push your luck."

Pin growled and grabbed the front of Sugarcoat's bra, still clapsed, then pulled her down to the floor, sinking to his knees as he did so. He pushed her onto her hands and knees and flipped her skirt up, smacking her ass sharply with an open palm. "That mouth's gonna get you in a lot of trouble," he said. He finished with her bra clasp and loosened her bra, then seized one of her breasts with one hand while he rubbed her ass with the other. "God you're hot," he hissed.

"And you're a pig." Sugarcoat wriggled around a bit, shifting to put less pressure on her knees and balance her weight forward onto her hands even as she raised her ass a bit higher.

Pin rolled Sugarcoat's tights down, taking a moment to knead her bare blue buttocks before pulling her panties down as well. He stroked her bare, flushed sex with a finger. "You know," he said, "as much as I'm looking forward to pounding your smoking hot ass, it'd be a shame not to get some of this too." He spread her pussy and crooked a finger inside, stroking slowly.

Sugarcoat glanced back over her shoulder. "Don't get any funny ideas," she said. "You're lucky I'm even letting a pig like you touch me."

"Oh, I'm definitely taking all of you," Pin said as he unfastened his pants and pulled out his stiff, twitching cock. He spread Sugarcoat's pussy with his thumbs and lined himself up at her slit.

"You should really put on a condom first," Sugarcoat said.

"I want to feel you," Pin said. "I want to come inside you."

Sugarcoat bit her lip. "That's really not a good idea," she said.

"Seeing my cum dripping out of your ass and your pussy would be the most amazingly hot thing," Pin said, his voice hoarse.

Sugarcoat sighed. "Fine," she snapped. "If I get pregnant or get a disease, you'll be responsible."

Pin smirked and shoved his dick into Sugarcoat's flushed, wet sex. She hissed, her body bucking with the motion. Pin grabbed her hips firmly and pounded furiously into her. Sugarcoat cried out, balling her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms. Strands of saliva dangled from her mouth as she cried out over and over again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Flesh slapped and fluids squelched as Pin hammered into her over and over again. "Ngh...! Oh shit, I'm going to—!"

Pin came inside Sugarcoat; her body arched once, twice, a third time with the force of his release. She cried out, eyes half-open, cheeks burning red, then pitched forward onto her elbows, her face pressed against the floor. Pin's half-masted dick slid out of her pussy, dripping mingled fluids on the floor. He took his phone out of his breast pocket and snapped a picture of her heaving blue ass and cum-filled cunt.

Sugarcoat's eyes shot open. "You didn't just—"

"I want to remember this forever," Pin said silkily as he leaned forward, showing the picture he'd just taken to Sugarcoat as he kneaded one breast with his other hand. "Don't worry, nobody else is ever going to see this." Putting his phone away, he took firm hold of Sugarcoat's ass and spread her crack wide, probing her rim with his thumbs. Once he returned to full readiness, he flicked the tip of his dick up and down against her pucker, then unceremoniously shoved it in.

A raw scream ripped out of Sugarcoat's throat. She clawed at the floor as Pin hammered her ass urgently, nearly hilting with each desperate thrust. This time, he only lasted a little over a minute before he came; as he pulled out and leaned back, spent, his seed welled up in Sugarcoat's asshole. She pitched forward, landing flat on her stomach on the floor, breathing ragged. She looked back at Pin and glared heatedly. "That really hurt, you prick," she said.

"You loved it and you know it," Pin said as he slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. He rummaged around in the cabinets and found some wet wipes, with which he cleaned himself up and patted himself down. He took another picture of Sugarcoat, lying on the floor covered in cum, then sketched a bow, zipped his pants, and left.

A few minutes later, Sugarcoat sat up, disentangling herself from her panties and tights. The door opened again, and the researcher from before rushed in, eyes wide and panicky. "Are you alright?" she asked. "We can stop him before he leaves and—"

"I'll be alright," Sugarcoat said. "Do you have a plastic bag I can put my panties in? Also, I might need a ride home. I'd rather not take the bus in this skirt if I don't have on underwear."

"Uhh...sure, we can help with all of that," the researcher said. "But...you're really okay with—"

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. "He wanted to dominate me, I let him," she said. "He'll get his when he least expects it." She frowned. "You do have the plan-B pill here, right? I'm seriously not ready to have that pig's baby right now."

Frostie and Pierce are one couple we could write several papers on, across a breadth of sexuality and relationship topics. We honestly aren't entirely sure what was going on with these two and we're a little afraid to ask, but we certainly witnessed some...unique behavior in this study. As an aside, Frostie and Pierce are either going to end up married or kill each other. Or both. Yikes.