Research on Orgasm Intensity

She put her left hand over my mouth and said, "when you see the woman on the screen sit on her stud's cock I want you to take my index finger in your mouth and suck on it." I wanted her finger in my mouth. I wanted a cock in my mouth. The girl on the screen changed positions and was now in the reverse cow-girl position. I knew what the position was called. I sucked Nancy's finger into my mouth. I was soaked between my legs. I needed to be penetrated. I needed to be licked, sucked, and fucked.

She took her finger out of my mouth and whispered, "I'll get back to that." She reached her hands around my waist to unbutton and unzip my jeans. The sound of the zipper being pulled down seemed incredibly loud. Each click sounded like a firecracker going off. I was near panic. I was super excited. She put her right hand on my tummy and slowly moved it down inside my panties until her fingers reached my needy slit. She put her left hand back to my face and her index finger in my mouth.

"That's better," she whispered. "But if you're going to be my friend you'll need to get that thing shaved. Do that tonight. Nod if you agree." I nodded my head.

"Matt is going to cum soon," she said. "I want the three of us to come at the same time. Keep that finger moving in my cunt. Keep pushing it against my g-spot. You like how my cunt feels in your hand, don't you?"

I nodded that I did. It aroused me to hear her say the word cunt. I wasn't sure what I wanted more at that moment. Matt's cock in my mouth or Nancy's pussy.

My eyes were fixated on Matt's cock and his now rapidly moving hand. My hand on Nancy's pussy was drenched but I wanted it to be there. I loved the smooth feeling of her snatch. I wanted my own to feel that way.

I reached my left hand around and grabbed her left ass cheek. I pulled her closer to me and tried to reach around to the cleft of her ass. She knew what I was reaching for and moved her body closer to me.

"Reach for it," she said. "Touch my asshole."

Just as she said it I saw Matt shoot white ribbons onto his chest. The sight of it, combined with Nancy's words, sent me over the edge. I started to orgasm. The shudder of my body was the trigger for Nancy. Her body went rigid and she grunted into my ear.

I turned around and we kissed like I've never kissed anyone in my life. Our tongues fought like sword fighters dueling to the death. Unlike a short time ago, my mouth was now wet and eager. I had just experienced my first sexual encounter with a woman. I liked it.

We fixed our clothes and quietly exited the closet. I began to feel ashamed of what had just happened. We never spoke as we left the building. When we reached the parking lot Nancy headed to her car and said, "See you tomorrow. Feel good about it. I did."

"See you tomorrow," I said. When Nancy disappeared from sight I walked onto a strip of grassy land bordering the sidewalk and flopped down on my back under an old oak tree. I stayed there for at least twenty minutes, trying to understand what had happened during the day and trying to figure out how I was going to face Nancy tomorrow. My impulse, which I resisted, was to run back into the office and write a letter of resignation. I wanted to run away and hide.

By the time I reached my apartment I was feeling more relaxed. It was only a 20 minute walk but the small bit of exercise made me feel better. I decided that I would get my workout gear and go to the gym. Physical exercise has always been good for my mental health. I was afraid that I would be plagued by anxiety over the evening if I didn't have a workout.

By the time I got back from the gym it was almost 7 p.m. I needed a bath but I felt refreshed from the workout. I sat at my tiny kitchen table which was at the brightest spot my apartment, and wolfed down left-over salad and lasagna from the evening before. I had successfully blocked the day while I was at the gym but the visual of Matt, and my intense experience in the broom closet with Nancy, came flooding into my mind as I stared out the window onto the street one story below.

I lived in an ethnic neighborhood and it had been a hot summer's day. Most of the people on my street lived in Victorian era brick townhouses, most of which had been divided into apartments. My neighbors were often on the sidewalks or the front steps of their homes during the day and early evening. This was partly for social reasons and partly because most of the apartments had no central air conditioning. Different parts of the street were shaded as the day progressed and people followed the shade. I watched a young woman give a buff young man, probably her husband, a haircut on the sidewalk in front of the steps to their apartment. He was sitting on a chair with a small hand towel draped over his lean, muscular shoulders. Watching her with the scissors reminded me of what Nancy told me to do with my pubic hair.

I had no intention of being Nancy's lover. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed what happened between us but I was craving a man. I was craving Matt. I reasoned that Nancy knew she could get me excited by getting me to watch Matt masturbate and that she took insidious advantage of my sexual vulnerability. Obviously I wasn't repulsed by touching and kissing her but it was Matt who I craved.

I glanced around my kitchen trying to remember where I put my scissors. I had never shaved before. I had trimmed a few times and shaved my bikini line but I had never shaved the way Nancy was shaved. I was shocked at how good it felt to touch her smoothness. I had only met her today and we never spent more than an hour and a half together but already I had a strong sense of who she was and what she was capable of. I knew she would want to know tomorrow if I complied with her request... her command.

The thing that amazed me, and frightened me, and excited me was how easily she was able to get into my pants. I was determined to get into Matt's pants. We hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words but I wanted to touch his naked body, to caress and kiss every inch of it, to take his cock in my hands, my mouth, my womanhood, possibly my ass. But Nancy had power over me. I needed to shave. I don't know how but I knew she would find a way tomorrow to see if my pussy was as smooth as hers. That's what frightened me about her. I felt helpless against her, and in a weird sort of way it turned me on.

I finished eating and went to check my junk drawer. I had three drawers in my kitchen. One was for cutlery, one for big utensils like tongs, spatulas and ladles, and one was for everything else. That one was my junk drawer. That's where I found my scissors. I picked them up and stared at them. It excited me a little to think about what I was about to do. I imagined momentarily that Matt might get excited if I asked him to do it for me. I wondered what score he would get on his orgasm meter if he masturbated to the thought of shaving my pussy. I let the thought drop and walked to my bathroom letting the scissors swing from my index finger.

I quickly doffed my cloths and threw them in the wicker hamper in my bathroom. I stood in front of a small garment mirror that I had propped against the wall opposite the toilet. I liked the way my body looked after my workouts at the gym. I felt sexy standing there naked. But Nancy was right; my pussy was an unruly mess of hair.

I grabbed an old newspaper from a magazine rack I kept beside the toilet and spread it out on the floor in front of the mirror to catch the hair. I wished I had a pair of electric clippers at that moment but the scissors would have to do.

I felt exhilarated as I cut the long hair down as close as I could get it. I was excited to see what it would look and feel like to be completely smooth, but it excited me more to think about who might see it and get aroused by it. Nancy would want to see it. Would Matt like it? How would he ever know if the Introvert in me always drained my initiative and confidence?

Nancy had done more than just seduce me in the closet. She had given me a life experience that was completely beyond a reality that I ever believed could exist. It's the stuff that you only read about in fiction; it didn't really exist. I was enraptured. In a matter of hours she had turned my life upside down. Here I was in my bathroom cutting my pubic hair because a woman at work told me to.

When I cut everything that I could with the scissors I folded the newspaper and put it in the trash and poured my bath. It seemed that every act that led up to my final objective was making me excited. My nipples got erect as I watched the water flow into the tub. I put my razor on a stand next to the tub and I got goose bumps. I realized that I would need to masturbate again. It would be my third orgasm for the day.

I then and there decided to get over the inhibitions that had been keeping me back all these years and to follow my desires. There were clearly many other people in the world who were getting much more enjoyment out of life than I was, and I was determined to belong to that group rather than being the prissy, 'good girl' type of woman that I had cultivated in my mind.

I stepped into the warm water and lowered my body until I was horizontal, except for my head that was propped up on the end of the tub. I soaked for a few minutes and then sat up and grabbed a cloth and some soap. I began to scrub the sweat and the demureness from my body.

My ablutions complete, I drained some of the water in the tub to bring it below the surface of my tummy, and lathered up my mound. I grabbed the razor and began to sweep away the hair. I felt like I was being progressively transformed with each stroke of the razor. When it was done I stared at it and caressed the smoothness. My clitoris was raging for my touch but I wanted to get out the bath and on my bed before I gave myself relief.

When I had dried myself off I stood in front of the mirror. My hairless pussy made me feel sexually bold. It's a look that demands attention. I was tacitly saying to whoever I might allow to see it, 'look at my sex... look at my pussy...come to me.'

"Stick your tongue in my cunt," I said aloud. I had never said that word before but I wanted to say it, to hear myself say it. It gave me an adrenaline rush when Nancy told me to slide my finger into her cunt. I've heard it used a few times in porn and I liked the edginess but I never had the courage to say it. "Lick my horny wet cunt," I said as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I walked around my apartment a few times to get the feeling of being an exhibitionist. I pretended that Matt was sitting on my couch, naked, his cock rising to attention as he watched me strut around flaunting my hairless cunt and my bountiful tits.

I finally walked to my bed and sat on the side closest to the sliding mirror door of my closet. I reached into my side table drawer and pulled out my toys and a small bottle of lube. I bought them about three years before on a trip to Chicago. I didn't have courage to go into a sex toy shop in my own city. I had a realistic black silicone vibrator and a thin Pyrex glass beaded dildo. I had never had anal sex but I discovered in my first year of university that I sometimes liked to have something in my ass when I masturbated. Stuffing my glass anal dildo in my ass was my most adventurous sexual decision prior to shaving.

I propped pillows behind my back and moved my ass back far enough on the bed so that I had room to plant the soles of my feet on the top of the bed at the edge. I looked at my freshly shaved pussy in the mirror and began to pinch my nipples. I could see my juice glisten as it oozed between my labia. I grabbed my vibrator and turned it on low and closed my eyes. I could see in my mind Matt pumping his throbbing black cock. I put the tip of my vibrator just to the side of my clit and began to talk out loud.

"Watching you stroke your cock is making my cunt wet," I said. "Lick my cunt Nancy. Let him watch you lick me." I drove the vibrator into my sloppy wet hole and pumped it in and out. "Watch me Matt. Watch me fuck my cunt for you. Make your cock hard babe." I opened my eyes, put the vibrator on the bed and grabbed the lube. I squeezed some onto the head of the glass dildo and massaged my sphincter with the tip, urging it open. I coaxed it in to the fifth bead and grabbed the vibrator with my other hand and stuffed it back in my cunt. I looked at myself in the mirror and recalled Nancy's voice telling me about how Matt was watching a black stud fuck a white woman in the ass. I suddenly reached my limit of stimulation and convulsed in orgasm. I clamped down on both toys and groaned.

*****

I arrived at work at 7:45 a.m. the following day. Most people didn't start work until 8:30 but Nancy had told me that Matt often arrived earlier. I wanted to catch him alone before the rest of the people in the group arrived.

I decided to wear a bright floral printed halter dress with a string neck. It didn't allow for a bra so my breasts had the freedom to sway and move. It was a completely respectable look but also sensual and seductive. Nancy would certainly have comments to make. I like my jeans but a dress is so much cooler. That was what I was planning to say to Nancy if she commented, even though I knew she wouldn't accept it as the real reason.

As I opened the door to my office I could see that Matt's door was open and his light was on. He was in. I threw my purse on my chair, fluffed my hair and walked to the door of his office.

"Good morning Matt," I said. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here this early in the morning."

"Morning Andrea," he said with a bright smile. "I'm often in here early in the morning. I prefer this time to crunch data. What brings you in here this early?"

"I'm often up early and I'm still very excited about my new job. I just decided to come in and get at some of the work Dr. England has left for me," I said. I wanted to get him into a discussion about his orgasm work and didn't want to waste time. I had no idea when Nancy would be in and I was hoping to be back in my office before she arrived.

"Nancy told my about the research you're doing on measuring brain activity during orgasm. It's fascinating. If you can convert what you learn into a treatment for people with chronic pain you could be in the running for a Nobel Prize."

Matt laughed. "I don't think that will happen but I would like to see if there is some way of leveraging the brain's own capability for pain management. Pain is experienced because of the brain so the brain is the key to controlling it. Nevertheless, it's not an easy topic to get funding for, especially from Government. But at this stage I'm just trying to calibrate and refine the measurement device and trying to determine what types of stimuli lead to what levels of brain response. Except for me and Heidi, nobody else has participated as subjects. That's another issue. It will take a large number of subjects and a large number of orgasms to determine the continuum of brain response. It's not going to be easy to get subjects to participate."

Those words were my opportunity to open the door to something very exciting.

"I'll gladly be a subject," I said. "I know that the intensity of my orgasms can vary widely. My masturbation orgasms are slightly different in intensity depending on whether I'm thinking about men or women or both," I said. That was a bit of a lie because, except for the previous evening, I generally only thought about men when I masturbated. But my resolve to make change in my life was high, as was my resolve to get this hunk of a man inside of me.

Matt didn't skip a beat. "That's a very nice offer," he said. "Heidi is back in the office today. Let's arrange to have a discussion later this morning. Heidi and I were scheduled to chat about something else at 11:00 but we can postpone that to a later date. Why don't we meet in the lab?"

"That sounds perfect," I said. "I don't know yet but I get the feeling that Nancy might want to participate too. If she's interested can I bring her along?"

"Absolutely," he shot back. "I think that between the four of us we can make some headway on the very preliminary stage of this research. The good thing about this work is that, if you're uninhibited about sex, being a research subject can be very pleasurable. But research on orgasm and sexuality isn't new. Masters and Johnson did some pioneering work starting in the late 50s and of course there was the research done by Alfred Kinsey from the mid 1940s to about the mid 50s. We're in very good company. The difference is that my ultimate goal isn't to provide insights into sexuality per se but to develop a method to manage chronic pain."

"Great," I said. "I'll meet you in your lab at 11:00.Thanks Matt."

As I left Matt's office and headed to mine I saw Nancy standing in my doorway looking at me. It wasn't yet 8 o'clock and I didn't expect her for another 30 minutes. She was wearing a strapless black tube dress that looked liked it was made at least partially from Spandex. She was striking. The dress emphasized her hour-glass figure. The skin on her face, shoulders and arms had a beautiful, healthy glow. As I approached her she wagged her finger at me and said "naughty girl".

"Somebody has a voracious little cunt between her legs," she said as I sidled by her to get into my office. "Did you tell him that you watched him jerk his big black cock yesterday?"

"No!" I said in a loud whisper. I just wanted to get to know him a little better.

"You volunteered as a subject for his study didn't you," she said. I felt as if she could see right through me. She made me feel that way the day before too. Without thinking about my body language, I dipped my head slightly.

"I thought so," she said. "Did you volunteer me too?"

"All I said was that you might be interested too. I'm meeting with him and Heidi at 11 o'clock in his lab to talk about it. You're welcome to join us."

"Don't you think that it was very presumptuous of you to suggest that I might be interested?" she said in a stern tone.

I felt a tingle in my clit and wetness forming between my folds. I could have just kicked her out of my office but she had a talent for building tension and excitement about what she would do next. I had never met anyone like her. She had me completely captivated.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It was presumptuous of me but I desperately hoped that you would want to."

"You hoped that I would want to, did you? Well", she said and closed the door to my office and locked it. She walked up to within a couple of inches of my face and said in a low voice, "Did you shave your cunt like I told you to?"

I felt my clit get hard as soon as she closed and locked the door. Her question made my panties wet. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties to my knees and let them drop to the floor. I pulled up the front of my dress. She reached down and cupped my wet cunt in her hand. As soon as her fingers touched me I grabbed each side of her face and plunged my tongue into her mouth. The heat in me was so intense that I wanted to suck the marrow from her body.

She lifted her tube dress above her waist and grabbed my right hand and pulled it to her mound. She wasn't wearing any panties and she was just as wet as I was. As soon as I touched her I let out a grunt that echoed in her mouth.

Nancy pulled her head back and looked into my eyes. "We have to stop," she said. This isn't the right place or time. I knew she was right but my body ached with desire. I had never felt this type of intense lust for any man and I here I was, ready to drop to my knees in my office, on my second day of work, and perform cunnilingus on a woman I really knew nothing about.

I pulled my panties back on and we both adjusted our dresses and I opened my office door. Nancy started to leave and I said "will you be joining us in Matt's lab at 11 o'clock." She swivelled around and winked at me and flicked out her tongue in a licking motion.