Professor Lola G spot And Aila
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Episode 86: Professor Lola G-spot free porn video
Mum: “What are you reading baby”?
Alia: “I’ve been researching my orgasms – you know – the way I keep passing out. Some sites say it’s like a sensory overload – my body just can’t take so much stimulation”.
Mum strokes Alia’s shoulder: “you mean like that time on Tuesday when you just checked out”?
“Yes Mum, it keeps on happening” I didn’t mention the time at the pub fucking Brian “I found this article by a Psychology Professor working at Exeter university and she is looking for trial subjects. Can I join up Mum – please – it would be so cool.”
I showed Mum the article – it said there was a post-graduate Sex Therapy course looking for volunteers and there was a web form for applicants. Mum and I filled it in together, briefly describing my ‘problem’; ignoring the minimum age limit, and our intimate mother-daughter sexual relationship.
The next day Professor Lola G-Spot called on Skype – she was gorgeous – short bleach-blonde hair, rock-hard nipples and a West Coast deep tan (probably all over). Lola explained that she was the Visiting Professor teaching Sex Therapy and loved my orgasm videos that Mum had sent.
Lola: “Alia could you come up for the weekend – I have some students who would love to run some tests on your orgasms. Of course being rather young – don’t worry - I won’t ask – we’ll need to have your Mum here – is that OK, Mary”?
Mary – my Mum, putting her hands on my shoulders: “of course Professor – happy to help. Tell me – is G-Spot your real name – I guess it could explain your profession”.
Lola: “wait until Saturday – I’ll explain in the Sex Labs. Now Alia, I need you to select two students to be your fuck-buddies – one male and one female. I’m sending you a video of the team – you’ll have to excuse the nudity, it’s difficult to get some of them into clothing”
Three seconds into the video I’d already chosen the fit black guy – he was wearing boxer shorts, but it was easy to see he was hung like a horse.
I drooled: “that one, please Professor – in the black boxers”.
“Good choice” replied Lola “you know that not all black men are hung like stallions, but you’re lucky I know Dale is. He can be very gentle or rough if you prefer that and what about a girl to help you?
The video had continued playing – a smaller version of Lola had briefly appeared at the back of the group, picking up discarded underwear and sex toys.
“Can I have that baby girl – she is gorgeous – I want her!”
Lola: “that’s Sam, my step-daughter, and not really part of the team – she’s probably about your age, so OK – I’ll ask her”.
A moment later Sam came onto the call – all smiles and cute bare tits: “yes of course you can have me babe – Dale and I will be your perfect fuck-bunnies for the weekend. See you on Saturday – here’s Mum again – I’ve gotta go”.
I just managed “bye Sam” before she handed the phone back to Lola: “OK, now to business – I’ll pick you both up around 9AM on Saturday morning – it’s a bright red Tesla – Californian plates ‘LOLA G3’ - she shouldn’t be too hard to spot. Don’t bother with any spare clothes, Alia – you’re going to be pretty bare most of the time. One thing you must do is shave very carefully down there – you don’t want any pubic hair – the electrodes need smooth skin to stick properly.
Saturday Morning
It was agony waiting those days to the weekend – I shaved every morning – Mum checked my lips were baby-smooth, even that patch before the bum-hole that is so difficult to reach.
“Mum – what do you suppose the electrodes are for; are they going to experiment on my pussy”?
“Nipples too, I expect baby girl – they’ll probably have you wired up to weird machines for measuring your funny orgasms”
At school, my panties were permanently damp with anticipation – I stopped wearing any by Friday; wiping away the pussy juices with tissues to stop my skirt getting stained.
The red Tesla arrived bang on time outside the house – nobody got out and the blacked-out windows stopped us seeing inside. Mum locked up the house – Grace had gone to stay with friends - held my hand and we walked out to the car. The left side front window slid down revealing a near-topless female driver – her deep tan looking perfect against the white leather seat. Mum stuck her head in to kiss Lola; they snogged for ages, staring down each other’s cleavage.
“Alia you should sit in the back and Mary you can sit up front with me” patting the right hand passenger seat.
The back door opened – I was amazed to see Dale and Sam, looking much hotter than their videos. I had barely sat down between them when Sam kissed me full on the lips, while Dale eased my shorts down over my skinny thighs and then came back up remove my tee-shirt. Soon I was as naked as everybody else in the car as it silently pulled away into the traffic.
Looking around “what is this car – it’s beautiful”.
Lola: “she’s my baby ‘model 3’ – probably the first in the country – I insisted the university shipped it over for this sabbatical. The service guys here are great – they had to reprogram her to drive on the right and added another processor for my research project”.
Peering over the seat back, I could just see the Professor’s long shapely legs encased in skin-tight, black latex leggings, with open slits, criss-crossed by laces. I had seen pictures of these in my Mum’s catalogue, but the opening always just went down the outside of each thigh. In addition, Lola’s went straight down the middle instead of a zip – her dark pubic triangle clearly visible above hot pink lips. Mum had noticed too – running one hand up the inside of
Lola’s thigh to slip between the lacing and massage wet pussy.
I already had a firm grip on Dale’s massive erection before Lola turned right around from the front seat to see that I was settled OK. She must have noticed my concern at no-one appearing to be driving: “It’s OK babe the Autopilot copes well on these roads. Now Sam, why don’t you introduce Alia to the Special Bikini”.
It was certainly ‘special’ – just a thin strappy outline of a bikini really. The triangular top pieces surrounded each breast without providing any cover for the nipples and the bottoms seemed to just hold my pussy lips further apart than usual. Sam smeared some jelly onto the electrodes inside each black strap – the metal felt cool against my skin, raising the nipples even further. When she and Dale were satisfied the two strange items of clothing were correctly attached to my body they each flipped a switch on the attached battery packs.
At first I could just feel a slight buzz across my skin, then the nipples hardened and my clit poked out of her hood – it felt like the hottest girl’s tongue sliding up and down between my pussy lips. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was a dark blur – I think I overloaded again. When I came to, Sam’s face was jammed between my thighs just sucking down the last of my sweet sticky ejaculate: “baby you came like a train – I guess we got the voltage a bit too high”.
Lola had stopped the car and was sitting next to me, holding my head against her bare breasts: “poor baby girl – we fucked you up again – I’m sorry – we’ll try to be more careful; but we have some amazing measurements to process.
Once we figure out what is going on inside your body, we can train that g-spot to be kinder to you”.
Once underway, Dale sat me on his cock – it slid unimpeded up inside my juicy cunt – the electrocardiogram display on the massive touch-screen up front went off the scale. He eased out and slammed back in, bouncing my body against his, Sam gently held my tits, massaging the nipples.
A video call from the team briefly flickered on the screen to confirm they were all ready – I just saw a mass of near-naked bodies
Lola’s House
Lola drove like a demon up the A38 towards Exeter – one hand never leaving my Mum’s crotch. The enormous screen displaying a three-dimensional live heat map of my vagina – you could clearly see the outline of Dale’s cock pounding against my cervix and the inner walls glowing bright red. When my Mum swiped the screen to rotate the image for a better view, she accidentally touched the g-spot. It felt like an electric shock through my entire cunt – I jumped off Dale’s lap into Sam’s arms quivering, blabbing “Mummy don’t do that – I can’t take any more”.
Sam held me close, gently stroking my thighs and bottom, keeping well away from the crotch until she couldn’t resist any more and dipped two fingers between my slick lips. The heat map lit up again as the cuntal area sensors picked up the insertion. This time the whole team in Exeter cheered through my climax as they picked up the live streamed data from my bikini.
Suddenly we were there – not at the university, but at Lola’s ultra-modern house – she said it was more private. The huge garage door slid open and the Tesla reverse-parked itself inside next to the mini-bus the sex therapy student team had arrived in. Steps led us up to the huge playroom with panoramic sea views, but I couldn’t look beyond the naked boys and girls waiting to start the experiment.
Lola introduced us to everyone: “class this is Alia, she’s on the pill, but she’s quite young, so show so some respect – treat her like she’s your own daughter”. Mum laughed and then Sam laughed. “OK Mary, perhaps not like your daughter”.
I’m hopeless with names, so just tried to remember hair colour and bust size of each girl I kissed and cock size for the boys. The team had already reviewed the videos and sensor data and now had the opportunity to touch the real thing. Sam held my breasts from behind as each student took turns to stroke or lick my pussy – I was so wet.
Lola: “I want you to just relax – don’t fight the climaxes – just let them come. So pick one more man and one more women for your first session – don’t worry you’ll get to fuck them all before tomorrow – perhaps even all at the same time if you’re lucky. Now remember team, Alia is here to regain some control over her climaxes – so be gentle, but firm – we want to re-sensitise her, not destroy her”. Lola stretched out on the white sofa holding my Mum’s tits to watch the fun.
Now Sam was on her knees between my feet, grasping my thighs and burying her face in my cunt – she had such a fabulous tongue. Dale stood behind me – erection pressed between my buttocks, ready to fuck as soon as I bent forward. We all sank to the thick carpet; the other boy angling his cock into my mouth, the other girl very gently sucking my tits. Dale entered me from behind as Sam lifted me onto hands and knees and slid underneath to keep her tongue in my cunt.
“Take it easy guys – don’t let her cum yet – we need to collect loads more sensor data. You can see the results up on that screen – if the calibration is right she should be at 50% arousal about now”
I could only nod in agreement as my mouth was stuffed with cock – I think they were seeing how much stimulation I could take before passing out again. Dale and my face-fucker had the spit-roast perfectly synchronised – alternating between one deep hard thrust then 2 gentler as the two girls’ tongues made my skin sizzle.
Mum was the first to notice I had passed out again – the boys just kept on fucking my lifeless body – juices spewing out all over the carpet – oh shit another mess to clear up. She had to beat Dale and the face-fucker off me, then the girls helped me onto the sofa between Lola and Mum. She said my thighs didn’t stop twitching for ages as the orgasm ran its course through my overloaded body. When I came to, everyone was crowded around a flash-looking Surface Tablet displaying my internal data. I walked over, just standing at the back of the team, holding Sam’s hand.
One tall well-built, nerdy-looking lad, that I had hardly noticed was demonstrating his theory to the group, using all sorts of words that I didn’t understand. He was pointing to a cutaway diagram on screen - the few terms I had heard of before: rectal, anterior, vagina made a warm glow between my legs. I asked Sam about the columns of sensor data scrolling up the screen, which jumped whenever he touched a place I recognised.
Matt – that was his name – went bright red and apologised: “sorry Alia - I didn’t realise this end was ‘live’ – come over here and sit down”. He was pretty much the only one still wearing shorts – but there was a definite bulge when I stroked his knee.
“Look – I think your ‘problem’ is just here” pointing to my bottom. He had added an outline to the three dimensional heat-map, with labels ‘cervix’, ‘g-spot’, ‘clitoris’ and ‘anus’ – I guess for my benefit. “Normally the wall between your vagina and colon is about this thick” holding two fingers apart, “but yours is much thinner. So any anal stimulation in just the right place goes straight through to your vagina and tips you over the edge”.
I only managed “wow”.
Lola continued “so that explains the first time in the pub garden. We watched Grace’s video very carefully and saw that Brian – the barman – twisted your anal plug, just as your cunt descended fully onto his erection and your friend Amy pulled a nipple. Your body went into overload and you collapsed from the intensity of the orgasm. Now all we need to do is figure out a way to control it”.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you....all. I was afraid I’d have to give up sex completely – what do you suggest”?
“Well as Matt found the problem and suggested a solution, it only seems right for him to try it”.
Matt
All the time Lola had been speaking, my hands had released the IT nerd’s cock from his shorts. It was gorgeous – long and thick and shiny and only inches from my face. He abandoned the Stylus and held the back of my head in both hands – easing the cock tip into my wet mouth. Nobody was interested in the data any more – they were watching me taking the fattest cock in the room to the back of my throat. He only managed 5 or 6 upward thrusts into my mouth before a torrent of red-hot cum erupted, splashing all over my face and dribbling down onto my tits. There were no shortage of girls and boys ready to clean up and carry me over to the massage table.
The hastily created plan was to reprogram the bikini bottoms to detect anal activity and de-sensitise my arse with a mixture of slippery anal lubricant and gels, so that any penetration wouldn’t interfere with cuntal activity. Once Matt completed the mods, he was to try it out. He lay me face down on the table – a padded cushion across the middle raising my butt and filled my arse with the cool liquid.
“Is he going to fuck my arse”? I demanded to know.
Lola replied “we prefer to call it ‘ass’ – but yes he is going to put that beautiful erection up your backside to test his theory”.
Matt clambered up on the table behind me and fed that beautiful erection into my butt until his balls slapped against my thighs. I was so nervous; I barely felt his girth stretching my tight hole, bathed in the amazing lubricant. Having already cum once, he was able to fuck my pretty bottom for ages, fast and slow, at different angles and rotations until he was satisfied that the gel was working.
The team had crowded around the big wall-screen, showing my cunt and now his cock too, buried to the hilt in ‘arse’ or ‘ass’.
“OK” said Lola lifting me up into a kneeling position “now we need to try your pussy at the same time. Dale put a condom on and get inside our lovely Alia”.
Dale clambered up on the massage table, kneeling face to face; he parted my pussy lips with one hand, sliding his cock into my gooey depths. I had never been DP’ed before – I felt amazing – two cocks plundering my young body and both guys holding onto my tits. The Professor stood very close, loosening the ties on her trousers to allow my hand better access. She counted three perfectly normal orgasms before Matt and Dale came inside me, so declared the trial a complete success and suggested Sam and I go for a lie down.
Sam’s Bedroom
Sam led me by the hand first to the amazing kitchen for a drink of iced water – I hadn’t realised how thirsty you get sucking cock and cunt. Then through a glass door into her bedroom – two walls were entirely windows overlooking the beach, the other two mirrored floor to ceiling. The only furniture in the room – a huge white bed appeared to float over the water. I just wanted to lie down and ravage her naked body, but Sam had other ideas:
“Come on – in here” she said dragging me into her en-suite bathroom – a mirrored door slid aside and we were outside on a glass balcony. Sam turned on the shower – spraying me from head to foot, then directing the powerful jet between my legs.
“Can’t everybody on the beach see us?” I asked covering my tits.
Sam didn’t look concerned “Nah it’s fine – I shower out here every day – the glass walls have a special coating so we can see out, but they can’t see in unless you stand real close to the edge”. She pushed me up against the glass, flattening my tits then did the same with her butt. Some lads on the beach below us cheered, so we finished the shower and headed back into the bedroom.
After a quick dry, Sam pulled on her red sensor-bikini, adjusting the straps to get a snug fit between the buttocks: “you can take off that bikini top babe – it’s only really for show – the cuntal one does all the work”.
At last we were on her bed, lips locked together hands exploring soft places, getting wet again. Sam spun around, lifting one leg to grind our pussies together – she was very good at tribadism. Whenever the metal studs on our bikinis clashed, small sparks flashed into both our cunts – I was pretty close to cumming. Suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in, clutching his Tablet: “look at this – what are you two doing? The servers in the basement are overloading – they can’t cope with so much sensor data”.
“We’re only tribbing – it’s a pussy-fight, now fuck off” demanded Sam “or I’ll tell the Professor you’re perving on us again”.
It was clear Matt wanted to stay and watch – his shorts were tenting again, but he had been instructed: “You’d better come in – your Mum’s had a call – I think we’re finished here”.
“Bugger – I was really enjoying that” I smacked Sam’s ass as we untangled our legs and staggered back into the play room.
Tantra Chair
My curvaceous Mum was sandwiched between Dale and Sam’s Mum, Lola, on the curvaceous white leather Tantra Chair. Dale was underneath, Mum on top riding his cock, then the Professor still in her black lace-up latex pants straddling his knees. Sam and I stood there amazed, watching my sweaty Mum with rock-hard nipples, being double-fucked, panting towards an orgasm.
Lola G-spot pulled the purple feeldoe out of my mother – she said they had been checking my condition wasn’t hereditary or something. I think it was just an excuse to fuck my Mum’s ass – the criss-cross ties holding the strapless strap-on firmly in place.
“Thank you Professor – that was most enlightening” my Mum laughed, slapping Lola across the tits.
Leaving
Back in charge, Lola said: “OK you lot – party’s over – we’ve ‘fixed’ Alia and I need to catch a plane. The department messed up the European tour schedule and I have to attend an extra Sex Therapy Conference in Copenhagen starting tomorrow”.
Doesn’t sound too bad, I thought, but then wondered about Sam: “I know we’ve only just met, but we’re in love - can Sam stay with us while you’re away Professor”?
Mum seemed to like the idea.
Lola: “OK Mary, I should be away for about three weeks –I’m giving papers in Amsterdam and Stockholm and then setting up a sexuality research team in Turin. It’s a hard life – but someone’s got to do it. Alia – I’ve prepared you a box of lubricants – you can either spread them on a suitable cock before anal sex or use a finger to insert them – I’m sure Sam would be happy to help. Mary - tell you what – if you can drop me at the airport early morning, then you can keep the car until I get back”.
Mum looked a bit nervous: “I’ve never driven anything faster than an ancient Renault Clio – doesn’t that Tesla have a top speed of 130”?
“Don’t worry” replied Sam “it’s dead easy – no gears or clutch to worry about – just a go-faster pedal and it navigates you to Supercharger stations when the battery is getting a bit low”.
After a hurried naked breakfast, we all piled into Lola’s room to ‘help’ her pack for the tour; she threw a few tee-shirts, shorts and panties into a small holdall, along with her shiny laptop.
Mary: “is that all the clothes you need for a four week trip”?
Lola: “we try to be informal - most of the sessions are clothing-optional. Here check out the photos”.
We all crowded around the phone, delighting in the lecture theatre full of attractive men and women, with barely a wisp of clothing between them. Lola looked gorgeous in a belted white tee-shirt dress that showed off her deep tan and bright red thong.
I piped up: “but what about the sex toys – I thought you would need a whole bagful for the practical sessions”.
Sam kissed me and Mum stroked my bottom. Lola replied “great question – you hussy – the place is awash with them. All the suppliers give out free samples, for us to test their latest designs. So I take none, but bring back a load – customs must think I’m smuggling. That’s where your sensor bikinis came from; the early models had a single strap up the back that most of the girls found uncomfortable so Matt modified these. The blokes loved his male version with a direct prostate simulator – we sold dozens”.
Mary: “so if you’re not taking the Feeldoe – can I borrow it”?
“Of course, lover – take anything you like from the toy cupboard – but we have to get going”.
In the Tesla, we pulled out into the Exeter traffic – Lola driving, Mum watching carefully, Sam and I kissing on the back seat. Lola punched in our postcode in Plymouth as the final destination (45 miles south-west), but via Heathrow Airport (160 miles due east). The navigator paused, then gave us a route up the M5 and M4 then back, listing the Supercharger Service Stations where we could ‘re-fuel’. Lola swapped with Mum at Gordano Services outside Bristol, flooring the accelerator at the first opportunity. Mum was already doing 105 mph before we actually reached the motorway.
“Slow down baby” Lola’s long fingers were exploring Mum’s slick vagina, quickly finding her sensitive g-spot. Mum moaned “I love this – you know, you never did say if your real name is G-spot”.
Lola laughed; Sam laughed, changing the subject: “you’re so lucky in this country Alia – only needing to wait one more year until you’re legal”.
Sam slid two fingers into my slick vagina searching out my g-spot – I think this is going to be a very interesting few weeks...
Alia: “I’ve been researching my orgasms – you know – the way I keep passing out. Some sites say it’s like a sensory overload – my body just can’t take so much stimulation”.
Mum strokes Alia’s shoulder: “you mean like that time on Tuesday when you just checked out”?
“Yes Mum, it keeps on happening” I didn’t mention the time at the pub fucking Brian “I found this article by a Psychology Professor working at Exeter university and she is looking for trial subjects. Can I join up Mum – please – it would be so cool.”
I showed Mum the article – it said there was a post-graduate Sex Therapy course looking for volunteers and there was a web form for applicants. Mum and I filled it in together, briefly describing my ‘problem’; ignoring the minimum age limit, and our intimate mother-daughter sexual relationship.
The next day Professor Lola G-Spot called on Skype – she was gorgeous – short bleach-blonde hair, rock-hard nipples and a West Coast deep tan (probably all over). Lola explained that she was the Visiting Professor teaching Sex Therapy and loved my orgasm videos that Mum had sent.
Lola: “Alia could you come up for the weekend – I have some students who would love to run some tests on your orgasms. Of course being rather young – don’t worry - I won’t ask – we’ll need to have your Mum here – is that OK, Mary”?
Mary – my Mum, putting her hands on my shoulders: “of course Professor – happy to help. Tell me – is G-Spot your real name – I guess it could explain your profession”.
Lola: “wait until Saturday – I’ll explain in the Sex Labs. Now Alia, I need you to select two students to be your fuck-buddies – one male and one female. I’m sending you a video of the team – you’ll have to excuse the nudity, it’s difficult to get some of them into clothing”
Three seconds into the video I’d already chosen the fit black guy – he was wearing boxer shorts, but it was easy to see he was hung like a horse.
I drooled: “that one, please Professor – in the black boxers”.
“Good choice” replied Lola “you know that not all black men are hung like stallions, but you’re lucky I know Dale is. He can be very gentle or rough if you prefer that and what about a girl to help you?
The video had continued playing – a smaller version of Lola had briefly appeared at the back of the group, picking up discarded underwear and sex toys.
“Can I have that baby girl – she is gorgeous – I want her!”
Lola: “that’s Sam, my step-daughter, and not really part of the team – she’s probably about your age, so OK – I’ll ask her”.
A moment later Sam came onto the call – all smiles and cute bare tits: “yes of course you can have me babe – Dale and I will be your perfect fuck-bunnies for the weekend. See you on Saturday – here’s Mum again – I’ve gotta go”.
I just managed “bye Sam” before she handed the phone back to Lola: “OK, now to business – I’ll pick you both up around 9AM on Saturday morning – it’s a bright red Tesla – Californian plates ‘LOLA G3’ - she shouldn’t be too hard to spot. Don’t bother with any spare clothes, Alia – you’re going to be pretty bare most of the time. One thing you must do is shave very carefully down there – you don’t want any pubic hair – the electrodes need smooth skin to stick properly.
Saturday Morning
It was agony waiting those days to the weekend – I shaved every morning – Mum checked my lips were baby-smooth, even that patch before the bum-hole that is so difficult to reach.
“Mum – what do you suppose the electrodes are for; are they going to experiment on my pussy”?
“Nipples too, I expect baby girl – they’ll probably have you wired up to weird machines for measuring your funny orgasms”
At school, my panties were permanently damp with anticipation – I stopped wearing any by Friday; wiping away the pussy juices with tissues to stop my skirt getting stained.
The red Tesla arrived bang on time outside the house – nobody got out and the blacked-out windows stopped us seeing inside. Mum locked up the house – Grace had gone to stay with friends - held my hand and we walked out to the car. The left side front window slid down revealing a near-topless female driver – her deep tan looking perfect against the white leather seat. Mum stuck her head in to kiss Lola; they snogged for ages, staring down each other’s cleavage.
“Alia you should sit in the back and Mary you can sit up front with me” patting the right hand passenger seat.
The back door opened – I was amazed to see Dale and Sam, looking much hotter than their videos. I had barely sat down between them when Sam kissed me full on the lips, while Dale eased my shorts down over my skinny thighs and then came back up remove my tee-shirt. Soon I was as naked as everybody else in the car as it silently pulled away into the traffic.
Looking around “what is this car – it’s beautiful”.
Lola: “she’s my baby ‘model 3’ – probably the first in the country – I insisted the university shipped it over for this sabbatical. The service guys here are great – they had to reprogram her to drive on the right and added another processor for my research project”.
Peering over the seat back, I could just see the Professor’s long shapely legs encased in skin-tight, black latex leggings, with open slits, criss-crossed by laces. I had seen pictures of these in my Mum’s catalogue, but the opening always just went down the outside of each thigh. In addition, Lola’s went straight down the middle instead of a zip – her dark pubic triangle clearly visible above hot pink lips. Mum had noticed too – running one hand up the inside of
Lola’s thigh to slip between the lacing and massage wet pussy.
I already had a firm grip on Dale’s massive erection before Lola turned right around from the front seat to see that I was settled OK. She must have noticed my concern at no-one appearing to be driving: “It’s OK babe the Autopilot copes well on these roads. Now Sam, why don’t you introduce Alia to the Special Bikini”.
It was certainly ‘special’ – just a thin strappy outline of a bikini really. The triangular top pieces surrounded each breast without providing any cover for the nipples and the bottoms seemed to just hold my pussy lips further apart than usual. Sam smeared some jelly onto the electrodes inside each black strap – the metal felt cool against my skin, raising the nipples even further. When she and Dale were satisfied the two strange items of clothing were correctly attached to my body they each flipped a switch on the attached battery packs.
At first I could just feel a slight buzz across my skin, then the nipples hardened and my clit poked out of her hood – it felt like the hottest girl’s tongue sliding up and down between my pussy lips. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was a dark blur – I think I overloaded again. When I came to, Sam’s face was jammed between my thighs just sucking down the last of my sweet sticky ejaculate: “baby you came like a train – I guess we got the voltage a bit too high”.
Lola had stopped the car and was sitting next to me, holding my head against her bare breasts: “poor baby girl – we fucked you up again – I’m sorry – we’ll try to be more careful; but we have some amazing measurements to process.
Once we figure out what is going on inside your body, we can train that g-spot to be kinder to you”.
Once underway, Dale sat me on his cock – it slid unimpeded up inside my juicy cunt – the electrocardiogram display on the massive touch-screen up front went off the scale. He eased out and slammed back in, bouncing my body against his, Sam gently held my tits, massaging the nipples.
A video call from the team briefly flickered on the screen to confirm they were all ready – I just saw a mass of near-naked bodies
Lola’s House
Lola drove like a demon up the A38 towards Exeter – one hand never leaving my Mum’s crotch. The enormous screen displaying a three-dimensional live heat map of my vagina – you could clearly see the outline of Dale’s cock pounding against my cervix and the inner walls glowing bright red. When my Mum swiped the screen to rotate the image for a better view, she accidentally touched the g-spot. It felt like an electric shock through my entire cunt – I jumped off Dale’s lap into Sam’s arms quivering, blabbing “Mummy don’t do that – I can’t take any more”.
Sam held me close, gently stroking my thighs and bottom, keeping well away from the crotch until she couldn’t resist any more and dipped two fingers between my slick lips. The heat map lit up again as the cuntal area sensors picked up the insertion. This time the whole team in Exeter cheered through my climax as they picked up the live streamed data from my bikini.
Suddenly we were there – not at the university, but at Lola’s ultra-modern house – she said it was more private. The huge garage door slid open and the Tesla reverse-parked itself inside next to the mini-bus the sex therapy student team had arrived in. Steps led us up to the huge playroom with panoramic sea views, but I couldn’t look beyond the naked boys and girls waiting to start the experiment.
Lola introduced us to everyone: “class this is Alia, she’s on the pill, but she’s quite young, so show so some respect – treat her like she’s your own daughter”. Mum laughed and then Sam laughed. “OK Mary, perhaps not like your daughter”.
I’m hopeless with names, so just tried to remember hair colour and bust size of each girl I kissed and cock size for the boys. The team had already reviewed the videos and sensor data and now had the opportunity to touch the real thing. Sam held my breasts from behind as each student took turns to stroke or lick my pussy – I was so wet.
Lola: “I want you to just relax – don’t fight the climaxes – just let them come. So pick one more man and one more women for your first session – don’t worry you’ll get to fuck them all before tomorrow – perhaps even all at the same time if you’re lucky. Now remember team, Alia is here to regain some control over her climaxes – so be gentle, but firm – we want to re-sensitise her, not destroy her”. Lola stretched out on the white sofa holding my Mum’s tits to watch the fun.
Now Sam was on her knees between my feet, grasping my thighs and burying her face in my cunt – she had such a fabulous tongue. Dale stood behind me – erection pressed between my buttocks, ready to fuck as soon as I bent forward. We all sank to the thick carpet; the other boy angling his cock into my mouth, the other girl very gently sucking my tits. Dale entered me from behind as Sam lifted me onto hands and knees and slid underneath to keep her tongue in my cunt.
“Take it easy guys – don’t let her cum yet – we need to collect loads more sensor data. You can see the results up on that screen – if the calibration is right she should be at 50% arousal about now”
I could only nod in agreement as my mouth was stuffed with cock – I think they were seeing how much stimulation I could take before passing out again. Dale and my face-fucker had the spit-roast perfectly synchronised – alternating between one deep hard thrust then 2 gentler as the two girls’ tongues made my skin sizzle.
Mum was the first to notice I had passed out again – the boys just kept on fucking my lifeless body – juices spewing out all over the carpet – oh shit another mess to clear up. She had to beat Dale and the face-fucker off me, then the girls helped me onto the sofa between Lola and Mum. She said my thighs didn’t stop twitching for ages as the orgasm ran its course through my overloaded body. When I came to, everyone was crowded around a flash-looking Surface Tablet displaying my internal data. I walked over, just standing at the back of the team, holding Sam’s hand.
One tall well-built, nerdy-looking lad, that I had hardly noticed was demonstrating his theory to the group, using all sorts of words that I didn’t understand. He was pointing to a cutaway diagram on screen - the few terms I had heard of before: rectal, anterior, vagina made a warm glow between my legs. I asked Sam about the columns of sensor data scrolling up the screen, which jumped whenever he touched a place I recognised.
Matt – that was his name – went bright red and apologised: “sorry Alia - I didn’t realise this end was ‘live’ – come over here and sit down”. He was pretty much the only one still wearing shorts – but there was a definite bulge when I stroked his knee.
“Look – I think your ‘problem’ is just here” pointing to my bottom. He had added an outline to the three dimensional heat-map, with labels ‘cervix’, ‘g-spot’, ‘clitoris’ and ‘anus’ – I guess for my benefit. “Normally the wall between your vagina and colon is about this thick” holding two fingers apart, “but yours is much thinner. So any anal stimulation in just the right place goes straight through to your vagina and tips you over the edge”.
I only managed “wow”.
Lola continued “so that explains the first time in the pub garden. We watched Grace’s video very carefully and saw that Brian – the barman – twisted your anal plug, just as your cunt descended fully onto his erection and your friend Amy pulled a nipple. Your body went into overload and you collapsed from the intensity of the orgasm. Now all we need to do is figure out a way to control it”.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you....all. I was afraid I’d have to give up sex completely – what do you suggest”?
“Well as Matt found the problem and suggested a solution, it only seems right for him to try it”.
Matt
All the time Lola had been speaking, my hands had released the IT nerd’s cock from his shorts. It was gorgeous – long and thick and shiny and only inches from my face. He abandoned the Stylus and held the back of my head in both hands – easing the cock tip into my wet mouth. Nobody was interested in the data any more – they were watching me taking the fattest cock in the room to the back of my throat. He only managed 5 or 6 upward thrusts into my mouth before a torrent of red-hot cum erupted, splashing all over my face and dribbling down onto my tits. There were no shortage of girls and boys ready to clean up and carry me over to the massage table.
The hastily created plan was to reprogram the bikini bottoms to detect anal activity and de-sensitise my arse with a mixture of slippery anal lubricant and gels, so that any penetration wouldn’t interfere with cuntal activity. Once Matt completed the mods, he was to try it out. He lay me face down on the table – a padded cushion across the middle raising my butt and filled my arse with the cool liquid.
“Is he going to fuck my arse”? I demanded to know.
Lola replied “we prefer to call it ‘ass’ – but yes he is going to put that beautiful erection up your backside to test his theory”.
Matt clambered up on the table behind me and fed that beautiful erection into my butt until his balls slapped against my thighs. I was so nervous; I barely felt his girth stretching my tight hole, bathed in the amazing lubricant. Having already cum once, he was able to fuck my pretty bottom for ages, fast and slow, at different angles and rotations until he was satisfied that the gel was working.
The team had crowded around the big wall-screen, showing my cunt and now his cock too, buried to the hilt in ‘arse’ or ‘ass’.
“OK” said Lola lifting me up into a kneeling position “now we need to try your pussy at the same time. Dale put a condom on and get inside our lovely Alia”.
Dale clambered up on the massage table, kneeling face to face; he parted my pussy lips with one hand, sliding his cock into my gooey depths. I had never been DP’ed before – I felt amazing – two cocks plundering my young body and both guys holding onto my tits. The Professor stood very close, loosening the ties on her trousers to allow my hand better access. She counted three perfectly normal orgasms before Matt and Dale came inside me, so declared the trial a complete success and suggested Sam and I go for a lie down.
Sam’s Bedroom
Sam led me by the hand first to the amazing kitchen for a drink of iced water – I hadn’t realised how thirsty you get sucking cock and cunt. Then through a glass door into her bedroom – two walls were entirely windows overlooking the beach, the other two mirrored floor to ceiling. The only furniture in the room – a huge white bed appeared to float over the water. I just wanted to lie down and ravage her naked body, but Sam had other ideas:
“Come on – in here” she said dragging me into her en-suite bathroom – a mirrored door slid aside and we were outside on a glass balcony. Sam turned on the shower – spraying me from head to foot, then directing the powerful jet between my legs.
“Can’t everybody on the beach see us?” I asked covering my tits.
Sam didn’t look concerned “Nah it’s fine – I shower out here every day – the glass walls have a special coating so we can see out, but they can’t see in unless you stand real close to the edge”. She pushed me up against the glass, flattening my tits then did the same with her butt. Some lads on the beach below us cheered, so we finished the shower and headed back into the bedroom.
After a quick dry, Sam pulled on her red sensor-bikini, adjusting the straps to get a snug fit between the buttocks: “you can take off that bikini top babe – it’s only really for show – the cuntal one does all the work”.
At last we were on her bed, lips locked together hands exploring soft places, getting wet again. Sam spun around, lifting one leg to grind our pussies together – she was very good at tribadism. Whenever the metal studs on our bikinis clashed, small sparks flashed into both our cunts – I was pretty close to cumming. Suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in, clutching his Tablet: “look at this – what are you two doing? The servers in the basement are overloading – they can’t cope with so much sensor data”.
“We’re only tribbing – it’s a pussy-fight, now fuck off” demanded Sam “or I’ll tell the Professor you’re perving on us again”.
It was clear Matt wanted to stay and watch – his shorts were tenting again, but he had been instructed: “You’d better come in – your Mum’s had a call – I think we’re finished here”.
“Bugger – I was really enjoying that” I smacked Sam’s ass as we untangled our legs and staggered back into the play room.
Tantra Chair
My curvaceous Mum was sandwiched between Dale and Sam’s Mum, Lola, on the curvaceous white leather Tantra Chair. Dale was underneath, Mum on top riding his cock, then the Professor still in her black lace-up latex pants straddling his knees. Sam and I stood there amazed, watching my sweaty Mum with rock-hard nipples, being double-fucked, panting towards an orgasm.
Lola G-spot pulled the purple feeldoe out of my mother – she said they had been checking my condition wasn’t hereditary or something. I think it was just an excuse to fuck my Mum’s ass – the criss-cross ties holding the strapless strap-on firmly in place.
“Thank you Professor – that was most enlightening” my Mum laughed, slapping Lola across the tits.
Leaving
Back in charge, Lola said: “OK you lot – party’s over – we’ve ‘fixed’ Alia and I need to catch a plane. The department messed up the European tour schedule and I have to attend an extra Sex Therapy Conference in Copenhagen starting tomorrow”.
Doesn’t sound too bad, I thought, but then wondered about Sam: “I know we’ve only just met, but we’re in love - can Sam stay with us while you’re away Professor”?
Mum seemed to like the idea.
Lola: “OK Mary, I should be away for about three weeks –I’m giving papers in Amsterdam and Stockholm and then setting up a sexuality research team in Turin. It’s a hard life – but someone’s got to do it. Alia – I’ve prepared you a box of lubricants – you can either spread them on a suitable cock before anal sex or use a finger to insert them – I’m sure Sam would be happy to help. Mary - tell you what – if you can drop me at the airport early morning, then you can keep the car until I get back”.
Mum looked a bit nervous: “I’ve never driven anything faster than an ancient Renault Clio – doesn’t that Tesla have a top speed of 130”?
“Don’t worry” replied Sam “it’s dead easy – no gears or clutch to worry about – just a go-faster pedal and it navigates you to Supercharger stations when the battery is getting a bit low”.
After a hurried naked breakfast, we all piled into Lola’s room to ‘help’ her pack for the tour; she threw a few tee-shirts, shorts and panties into a small holdall, along with her shiny laptop.
Mary: “is that all the clothes you need for a four week trip”?
Lola: “we try to be informal - most of the sessions are clothing-optional. Here check out the photos”.
We all crowded around the phone, delighting in the lecture theatre full of attractive men and women, with barely a wisp of clothing between them. Lola looked gorgeous in a belted white tee-shirt dress that showed off her deep tan and bright red thong.
I piped up: “but what about the sex toys – I thought you would need a whole bagful for the practical sessions”.
Sam kissed me and Mum stroked my bottom. Lola replied “great question – you hussy – the place is awash with them. All the suppliers give out free samples, for us to test their latest designs. So I take none, but bring back a load – customs must think I’m smuggling. That’s where your sensor bikinis came from; the early models had a single strap up the back that most of the girls found uncomfortable so Matt modified these. The blokes loved his male version with a direct prostate simulator – we sold dozens”.
Mary: “so if you’re not taking the Feeldoe – can I borrow it”?
“Of course, lover – take anything you like from the toy cupboard – but we have to get going”.
In the Tesla, we pulled out into the Exeter traffic – Lola driving, Mum watching carefully, Sam and I kissing on the back seat. Lola punched in our postcode in Plymouth as the final destination (45 miles south-west), but via Heathrow Airport (160 miles due east). The navigator paused, then gave us a route up the M5 and M4 then back, listing the Supercharger Service Stations where we could ‘re-fuel’. Lola swapped with Mum at Gordano Services outside Bristol, flooring the accelerator at the first opportunity. Mum was already doing 105 mph before we actually reached the motorway.
“Slow down baby” Lola’s long fingers were exploring Mum’s slick vagina, quickly finding her sensitive g-spot. Mum moaned “I love this – you know, you never did say if your real name is G-spot”.
Lola laughed; Sam laughed, changing the subject: “you’re so lucky in this country Alia – only needing to wait one more year until you’re legal”.
Sam slid two fingers into my slick vagina searching out my g-spot – I think this is going to be a very interesting few weeks...
Alma
- 09.04.2021
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