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“What are you reading, darling?”
“I’ve been researching my orgasms, Mum. You know the way I keep passing out when making love. Some sites say it’s like a sensory overload – my body just can’t take so much stimulation.”
Mum strokes Aila’s shoulder. “You mean like that time on Tuesday after the swimming lesson when you just checked out in the changing room?”
“Yes, Mum, it's so embarrassing. It keeps on happening when I'm, you know, having fun with my friends.”
I didn’t mention all the other times at the pub fucking Brian, the barman. “I found this article by a Psychology Professor working at the Bournemouth and Poole College and she is looking for trial subjects. Can I join up, Mum? Please, it would be so cool to be tested.”
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’; stating my date of birth as 28/09/2002, sexual orientation as bisexual and the maximum number of partners as 3+.
I signed the Consent Form using my best signature, ‘Ms Aila Jones’ dated 29/05/2019 and nervously clicked the Submit button.
The next day Professor Lola G-Spot called on Skype. She was gorgeous, with 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.
“Aila, could you come up for the weekend? I have some students who would love to run some tests on your orgasms. Of course, being only sixteen, 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.”
“Wait until Saturday, I’ll explain in the Sex Labs. Now, Aila, 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 keep some of them dressed.”
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 ripped 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 when he wants to be. Now, 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 girl? She is gorgeous. I want her!”
“That’s Sam, my step-daughter. She’s not really part of the team, but just sixteen, like you. 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 9 AM 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, Aila. You’re going to be pretty bare most of the time. One thing you must do is shave very carefully down there. We don’t want any pubic hair; the electrodes need smooth skin to stick properly.”
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 loads of 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 from getting stained.
Saturday Morning
The red Tesla arrived bang on time outside the house, nobody got out and the blacked-out windows stopped us from seeing inside. Mum locked up the house, held my hand and we walked nervously 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.
“Aila, 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, naked, looking much hotter than in 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 to 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.”
“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 left and added another processor in the trunk for my research project,” said Lola.
Peering over the seatback, I could just see the Professor’s long shapely legs encased in skin-tight, black latex leggings, with open slits, crisscrossed by laces. I had seen pictures of these in my Mum’s catalogue, but the opening always went down the outside of each thigh. Lola’s went straight down the inside of each leg and across the crotch, 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 her 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 in 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 Aila 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 around my butt hole and 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, 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, facing and kissing him. The monster erection 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 ready; looking over my shoulder, they just appeared as a mass of near-naked bodies.
Lola’s House
Lola drove like a demon up the A38 towards Poole, 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 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, in Sandbanks; she said it was more private. The huge garage door slid open and the Tesla reverse-parked itself inside next to the college 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 near-naked boys and girls waiting to start the experiment.
Lola introduced us to everyone, “Class, this is Aila; she’s on the pill, but she’s quite young, so show 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 I just tried to remember the 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.
“I want you to just relax – don’t fight the climaxes, just let them come”, Lola said, “so pick one more man and one more woman 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, Aila is here to regain some control over her climaxes. She has given her full consent to everything, but try to 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 two gentler, as the two girls’ tongues made my skin sizzle.
Mum was the first to notice I had passed out again; my juices were 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, Aila, 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 very 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 anymore; 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 was 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 my ‘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 Aila.”
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 – it 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 nervously, covering my rock hard nipples.
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 we stand really close to the edge.”
So 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 with a hot lesbian orgasm for their benefit 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 don't need the 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 overloaded; they can’t cope with so much red hot 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 I was too far gone to worry.
Every time Sam squeezed her thighs together around mine, this blissful, perfectly synchronised climax ripped through our bodies, leaving us dazed and dripping.
Matt just watched and wanked over his favourite teenage lesbian fantasy happening right before his eyes, eventually cumming in buckets into my mouth.
He stood up shakily, “You two had better stop. Sam, 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 playroom.
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, with 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.
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