Sexcapades

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.
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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.
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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 nodded.

"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 creme, 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."