TWO MINUTE ORGASM
Answering a bizarre newspaper ad at a research clinic, Janine Taylor’s life is turned topsy-turvy when she agrees to be a test subject for a study on extending the length of orgasms for women.
Caught in a debauched world of sexual nirvana, Janine, soon becomes their star pupil. Can she go back to her old life? Given the choice would she even want to.
Warning: Two Minute Orgasm is a sometimes zany sexual farce that some may find offensive.
BATHING SUITS OPTIONAL
When Steven and Lisa attend a big pool party presented for Hollywood’s most beautiful people, they learn, to their surprise that bathing suits are optional at the party and that’s not all. As they enter the pool enclosure from the conservatory, they are shocked to find themselves in the middle of a massive, wanton orgy, with naked bodies coupling everywhere
Steven wants to leave, but Lisa wants to stay and apparently participate. Heating up fast, Steven wants to participate too, as long as Lisa doesn’t. What follows is a sexy hilarious romp, which is liable to excite you and leave you smiling.
WARNING: While told in a humorous vein this story is quite naughty.
TWO MINUTE ORGASM
Resolved, but still nervous, I signed in and took a seat. A minute or so later a nurse opened the door and called my name. “Janine Taylor.” She smiled when I rose and led me to Dr. Charles’ office.
He rose from his desk as I walked in, a winsome smile plastered on his beautiful face. He held out his right hand. “I’m so glad you decided to come back.”
I didn’t take a seat, deciding to stand beside the chair instead. “I’d shake your hand, but my palms are all sweaty.”
His eyes narrowed. “Nervous, huh?”
“I guarantee after you’re first climax, you’ll be looking forward to the next and your shyness will have been purged. Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
He took my hand and he led me into a small room across the hall. He handed me a small white shroud. “Get undressed, including your jewelry, when you’re finished lay on the gurney and pull the sheet over you. I’ll return in two minutes.”
I laid on the gurney about thirty seconds before he returned. My palms were clammy. I tittered nervously. It looks like the doctor is going to tickle my fancy.
He slipped in wearing a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’m going to reach under the sheet and do things to you similar to what your gynecologist would do. The only difference is I’m going to make you feel good. Hopefully, good enough to make you climax. Any questions?”
“How long will it take?”
“Usually, five or ten minutes. If nothing happens in twenty minutes we’ll try plan B.” I watched him pull latex gloves onto his good-sized hands. Then they disappeared from view and I felt them on my thighs.
My mouth was dry and my heart started beating hard and fast. As his hand moved up my thigh to the juncture of leg and body, I stiffened. So far, everything felt good, but my nervousness increased having a strange man’s hands near my goodie box, even if he was a doctor.
“I can tell you’re jumpy, so I’m going to do this slow and easy. I want you to know I’ve done this numerous times. It’s my profession and I’m very good at it. So good, I’ve never failed to bring on an orgasm. Are you ready?”
My breathing had become stilted. “Yes,” I said in breathy voice.
His right hand slid over my mound. I gasped when his thumb hung over the edge and rubbed the length of my clitoral sheath. “Ooh,” I said, as tickly little tendrils of pleasure threaded their way throughout my torso. I gasped as his thumb moved the very tip of my protuberance. Concentrating on my clit, it seemed grow in size and sensitivity. As my pleasure purred from within, heat and dampness built within my core. His thumb wandered down and back transferring some of the lubricating juices, which had formed near my opening, to my little pearl. With his thumb slick with my crème, each stroke sent tingly sensations crashing through my wriggling body. After warming my love bud, I felt his other hand glide into position at the rim of my moist recess. I sensed heat and wetness building in my pussy in anticipation of his fingers.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and another man in a physician’s smock looked in. “Ah, there you are.”
“Robbie, come in. Janine, this is my colleague, Robin McDonald.”
He stepped in and offered his hand. “Hi, I’m pleased to meet you. We’re on a casual basis here so everyone calls me Robbie. I believe we talked on the phone, yesterday. It’s always nice to get new subjects. Especially, pretty ones like you.”
Rolling my eyes at the thought of meeting another man in this compromising position, I shook his hand. He was every bit as handsome as Dr. Charles, with brown eyes and dark hair graying at the temples. “Janine Taylor. I’m pleased to meet you, doctor.”
“What area are you volunteering for?”
“I came for the orgasm portion, but since it’s full, Dr. Charles is testing me, for other study groups, until I can get into orgasms.”
Robbie glanced at his colleague. “Like what, Charlie, fellatio, toys, anal, bond…”
I noticed Charlie subtly shake his head. “We’re not sure. Why don’t you put on some gloves and give me a hand. You can take Janine’s upper body. She has never had an interactive orgasm and I’m trying to induce one, so she can get in the program.”
“Oh, yes we have to get Janine in the program.”
As he installed a pair of large latex gloves, Charlie picked up where he’d left off and thrust two fingers into me and caressed my magic bud. “Oooh!” I inhaled sharply.
He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry, it shocked me. Please go on.”
BATHING SUITS OPTIONAL
We continued toward the hazy doorway to the pool, and stepped through the doorway into a mist filled den of debauchery, where hardly a prick or cunt wasn’t occupied in some fashion. Though it was difficult to see through the ubiquitous fog more than thirty feet in any direction, I suspected, an orgy the likes of which would make Caligula envious was taking place.
I didn’t know where to look. Fucking and sucking were taking place all over the place. I didn’t know where to step as writhing bodies lay everywhere. We came to squirming mass of beautiful flesh that had formed itself into a circle from the wall to the pool—a daisy chain. Since we couldn’t walk around, I helped my wife step over the chest of a man whose face was buried in one woman’s snatch while another woman energetically dined on him and into the circle.
Standing in the center of the libidinous encirclement, I surveyed what was visible of the room. As I’d assumed, the mist originated from the large heated pool. Though the fog was even denser above the water, our close proximity allowed me to see some twenty feet into the pool. Couples who were obviously engaged in some form of coupling dotted the aqua blue water.
No one wore a bathing suit. I looked and looked and everyone as far as I could see was naked, including…my wife! My jaw dropped again. I raised my hands to cover her breasts, “What did you do with your suit,” I screeched.
Her nostrils flared again she pursed her beautiful lips. “I’m not going to be the only oddball wearing a suit.”
Her mons was still uncovered so I moved a hand there.
Realizing I was short a hand, I pulled her in close and looked both ways to see if anyone looked our way. Thank God, they didn’t.
To say I was getting exited was an understatement. “I’m wearing a suit!” I shrieked, “Am I an oddball?”