For the Sake of Science

Literotic asexstories – For the Sake of Science by MatteoAlDente,MatteoAlDente
It was a warm evening in June, close to the longest day of the year. The group of molecular physics at my University in south-west Germany was gathering for their traditional event to celebrate the end of the academic year. They always organize an informal meal in a typical German restaurant, outside on the terrace, if weather permits. This particular night weather was certainly permissive. It stayed warm until late at night.

I am one of the members of that group. My name is Axel, and I am an assistant professor. I was 35 years old at that time. There were about fifteen other people present. Professors, junior researchers, and students at various stages of their study.

The food was the usual German stuff: sausages, schnitzel, potato salad, etcetera, washed down with ample amounts of beer. There was music; fortunately not the traditional German Umpapa, but fairly loud contemporary rock and pop. We were all seated on a long wooden table, of the kind typical for German beer gardens.

The group consisted mostly of men, as is usually the case in the exact sciences, but there were two women. One of them, Emily, was about 27 years old. She was a PhD student, close to obtaining her degree. I knew her fairly well, and I really liked her. I believe that feeling was mutual. She had followed some lectures I gave, was very smart, and had a talent for always asking exactly the right questions. She was also very witty, and that was one of the things I found so endearing about her.

Emily had a partner named Oliver, whom I did not know personally. But I did know that she was deeply in love with him. They had been together for several years, but for some reason did not want to get married.

The other female was a master’s student, about 22 years old. She was very cute and wore tasteful hexagonal glasses that made her look adorable. Her name was Claire. She had only joined the institute recently for an internship that was to take about a year. I did not know her very well, but we had talked at lunches and coffee breaks. During those breaks she often approached me, so she seemed to enjoy talking to me. Or did she find me attractive? I did not even dare think about that, because she was still so young.

She once mentioned that she had a boyfriend. I would have known that anyway from the look on her face when she was using her phone. Girls get a special happy radiant smile on their faces when communicating with their boyfriends. I have often seen Claire walk through the corridor with that wonderful smile.

The fact that the smile was not intended for me made me a little envious, but even if it is intended for someone else it makes me feel warm inside. In her case, however, I remember being slightly disappointed hearing that she had a relationship. She was just too pretty to remove her from my mental cutie list. It made fantasizing about her a little harder, although my mind always finds a way out.

But in the hard reality of life, both girls were off-limits for me. Not only did they have partners already, but Claire was certainly too young for me. An additional problem was that they were both in my department. Any suggestion of inappropriate behavior from my side could very well cost me my position, which was still not permanent at that time. So I was behaving very discretely with them, even though I was single at the time, and actively on the lookout for a girlfriend.

However, I liked their company, even for nothing more than chatting, without any thoughts of sex. At lunch or group events, I always tried to maneuver to sit close to them. Since they liked each other’s company as well, the three of us were often together.

Female physicists are seen as nerds by their female friends, but they are not nearly as nerdy as the guys. The males preferred to talk either about their work, some new electronic gadget, a software coding problem, or subjects of that kind. I was a bit tired of that. With the girls, I could talk about more interesting subjects, as long as I managed to steer the conversation away from shoes and clothing.

That particular evening I had succeeded in sitting close to them. I was sitting at the end of the table, opposite Claire, and Emily was sitting at the head of the table. Because of the music, we had some privacy. Sometimes I could barely understand Claire, and the male members of the group would probably not understand at all what we were talking about. Which was good, because the conversation soon went into a somewhat risky direction.

I had “risky” conversations about sex with Emily before, but that only started happening after she passed my exam. During my lectures, I was so discrete that I think she basically saw me as an Eunuch, a person with no interest in sex. I did not even dare to make lame jokes like “molecular physics is better than sex.”

But later, a few weeks after the exam, we started discovering each other’s naughty side. During a reception with beer and wine, the conversation moved to erotic lyrics in popular songs. The nerds loved that topic and gave several examples. I mentioned a song I had heard the day before. It was by two cute, naughty girls who call themselves “Garfunkel and Oates.” I was in a small group with some of the nerds, a professor, and Emily, and I quoted one of the lines from that song: “Fuck me in the ass because I love Jesus.”

Some nerds needed an explanation of the context, but then they all laughed, and Emily looked at me happily surprised, and said “Wow, I did not know you ever talked like that.” The professor raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I knew we were roughly at the limit of what was considered acceptable in these academic circles.

I also remember a coffee break where one of the nerds tried discussing cock sizes. I don’t remember how we even got to that subject. Emily was also present and listened with great interest. I looked at her and we exchanged naughty smiles, indicating that she enjoyed that conversation. But the professor, a guy in his forties, said, “Very interesting, Wolfgang, but talk about that somewhere else please.”

That is roughly where the limit was. I think the professor saw young Emily as a delicate flower that needed protection from the raunchy men in the group. He had no idea about Emily’s true state of mind!

After these events Emily and I had an unspoken mutual understanding that sex-related subjects were not taboo. We talked rather freely about such matters when no one else was present. I noticed it also from the way she always looked at me when such subjects came up. She wanted to see the expression on my face, and I often looked at her face for the same reason.

I liked her a lot and started fantasizing about her from time to time. I have ejaculated many times thinking of Emily. But her bond with Oliver was unbreakable. She only described him in glowing terms, so I had banned any thoughts of starting a relationship with her, or even just casual sex. She just was my “partner in crime,” where crime means dirty talk.

Our mutual understanding is nicely illustrated by a conversation at another group dinner a few years ago when I was sitting next to Emily.

She whispered in my ear: “I have to tell you something that happened yesterday. You will appreciate it, but I am not sure about the others.” She started saying that their neighbors were making loud sex noises that night.

“Fairly normal,” I said.

“Yes”, she replied, “but there was almost no end to it. I think they were active for about an hour. There was a woman who had very loud orgasms. I think she came at least five times! Can you believe someone can have that many orgasms within one hour?”

“Well, I know that men cannot do that, and I certainly can’t. But I have heard that some women can have even more than that.”

“Oliver usually grants me one orgasm, and then calls it a day,” she said. “And that is sufficient for me. But I am still curious.”

“Maybe you should have knocked on the door and asked if you could participate,” I said, jokingly.

“I suggested that to Oliver, but he did not want that.”

I am not entirely sure if she was joking. I replied, “That is a pity because you would have met me there yesterday.”

She looked at me and said “Really?” and then she read my face and realized that I was pulling her leg.

Another conversation with Emily concerned an older colleague named Joachim, who was her favorite teacher, with me as a close second (I hope). Joachim was very friendly but a bit timid and had never been seen with a girl, although by all appearances he seemed straight. Many of us were speculating he was a virgin. So during a reception, after perhaps too much alcohol, I told Emily that I thought he had never fucked a woman.

“He has,” said Emily, with a coy grin on her face.

“But how can you be so sure?” I asked puzzled. Then it dawned on me, “…… No, no, you didn’t, did you?”

“Yes, I did,” said Emily, with the same grin.

I asked if Oliver knew about this.

She answered, “In principle we have an open relationship, so it doesn’t matter, But I prefer that he does not know. One never knows how someone will react when confronted with reality. Please don’t mention this to anyone. I should not have told you either, but I am a blabbermouth when I am drunk.”

“Wow! When is my turn?” I said eagerly.

“Forget it, Axel,” she said. “You are not a virgin, so you do not need my help. I love to deflower men, if you know what I mean. The look on their face when their penis enters a vagina for the first time is just priceless.”

Of course, I had many more questions, but she did not want to talk about it anymore. But this conversation became like a running gag for us. Whenever I met Emily, without anyone else nearby, I would say, “Hi Emily, is it my turn today?”

She always responded with mock indignation, “Forget it, Axel!” Then we both smiled and continued talking about something else.

So this is why I was so pleased to sit next to Emily and Claire during that hot summer evening dinner. With the nerds at a safe distance, the conversation took a turn I knew Emily was comfortable with, and I took a small risk with Claire.

We started a meandering conversation that somehow led us to the subject of gender and gender fluidity. Emily said: “I believe in that. In fact I think I am partly male. That’s why, as a woman, I am interested in physics.”

I tried to tell her that what she said was a disservice to women. Is a female physicist less of a woman?

Then Claire got involved in the conversation, and asked me: “Axel, do you think you are partly female?”

I thought about that a little, and then I said: “No, but I have occasionally wished that I could be a woman for a couple of weeks or months. I mean a real biological woman, not a man in a dress.”

She said, “Why? Then you would lose all your male privilege.”

I ignored the hint of feminism in her remark and replied, “Well, first of all, women are absolutely gorgeous, although I admit I am biased. Furthermore, they live several years longer than men. And then there is female sexuality. I am very much fascinated by that.”

I observed Claire’s face for any sign that I might be crossing a line now, but she was glued to my lips. She leaned in my direction in order not to miss a word. I was speaking very softly because our conversation had entered risky territory.

So I continued, whispering, “I would love to be a woman for a while just to experience sex from the female side. For example, it is said that women can have at least three or more different kinds of orgasms. Some experts have said there might exist up to twenty-four distinct ones. And the irony is that none of these orgasms is needed to make babies.”

Claire responded very quickly, “No, the irony is that during sex men always get their orgasm, whereas women often get none of their twenty-four different kinds.”

She was of course referring to the “orgasm gap,” another feminist talking point.

Emily quipped, “It sounds like you should talk to your boyfriend, Claire.”

Claire got a sad expression on her face, and said, “We broke up last week. Not for this reason though. He was an asshole.”

Emily and I both said we were sorry to hear that. Claire said, “Never mind, please go on.”

I continued, “When you google any of these things you find that the science of female sexuality is still in its infancy. Very often you find that the scientists don’t agree on some basic facts. I have even thought that I have chosen the wrong profession. I should have become an expert on female sexuality.”

Emily said, “Sure Axel. You want to study pussies the whole day. Sounds like the right thing for you.”

I said, “Another fun fact about women is that they have an organ that has only one function: to provide pleasure.”

“The clitoris,” Claire said.

“Yes, but isn’t that remarkable? I would call it ‘female privilege.’ Men don’t have such an organ. Our penis can give us a lot of pleasure, but it also has two functions. And male orgasms are not just for pleasure, but they are needed to make babies, as you undoubtedly know.”

“Don’t be a dick, Axel, of course we know that, we are not children anymore,” said Claire. “In fact, you’d be surprised how much experience I have. Tell me something I don’t know yet.”

“OK,” I said. “Let me try. Have you ever heard of the ‘vestibular bulbs?'”

“No,” she said, and Emily nodded in agreement. “What’s that”?

I said, “Almost every year I learn something new about female sexuality. Last year I saw an article entitled ‘The part of the female sexual organs nobody has heard of.’ It was about the vestibular bulbs, a part of every woman’s body. So both of you have them.”

“But where?” Emily asked.

I said, “It is attached to your clitoris, and it extends to both sides of your vagina.”

Just before I uttered the word “vagina” the music unexpectedly stopped, and the sound from my mouth spread across the length of the table. Some of the nerds heard it and one of them said, “So you are on your favorite topic now, Axel?”

I had no idea why he thought I had a special interest in vaginas, but he was not wrong.

All the other guys laughed loudly, and one of the older professors looked at me with raised eyebrows. I realized it was time to change the subject. The rest of the evening we talked mostly about molecular physics.

It started getting dark, and Claire looked at her watch and said: “Shit, I just missed the last bus.”

Emily said, “Don’t worry, I also missed it, but we can walk home together. It is only about 45 minutes, and we are in good shape.” It turned out that Emily and Oliver lived just around the corner from Claire.

I said, “I have a car. I would be happy to give you a ride home.” Of course they accepted that offer.

We arrived at Claire’s apartment building. It was a typical somewhat unattractive building with small apartments for students, unpleasantly far from the center of town where students liked to go in the evening.

Claire said, “Why don’t you come in so that we can continue our conversation.”

Emily assumed that she was talking to me, and said, “OK, I can walk home from here. I guess the two of you want to be alone.”

Claire said, “Come on, what are you thinking? I just want to continue the interesting conversation we had. You were involved in that as well. I would love it if you also joined us.”

I assumed she was not referring to our conversation about molecular physics.

Emily said, “OK, I am not sleepy yet, and Oliver is attending a conference in Toulouse. He returns tomorrow afternoon, so nobody is waiting for me at home. So I will join you if you like.”

I parked the car, and we went inside. Claire had a small room, dominated by a double bed, which undoubtedly had seen some action. There was also a small kitchen and a table with two chairs. On the table was her laptop, an indispensable tool for a scientist.

It was clearly a girl’s room. Fluffy pillows on the bed, pastel drawings of hearts, bears, kittens and cartoon characters on the wall, and all of it in shades of pink and soft yellow. There were also esthetic drawings of couples having sex; erotic, without being explicit.

I asked Claire, “So what are you so curious about?”

“Many things,” she said. “Orgasms, for example. You said there are twenty-four kinds. So what are they?”

“Do you have an hour? I think one could fill an entire library with studies about the female orgasm. It is so fascinating.

“I only remember part of what I have read about this subject. I have heard of clitoral, vaginal, G-spot, cervical, nipple, and anal orgasms, but I am sure there are many more. The experts do not even agree. Then some people talk about avalanche, wave, and volcano orgasms. Sounds like something I would like to experience, but I never will.

“Then there are multiple orgasms. Some women can get twenty orgasms in a row, with an interval of just a few seconds. Women can have sex all day and have orgasms all day. That is why I said I would like to try being a woman for a while.”

“Yes, for a man that must seem like heaven, I understand that,” said Emily.

I said, “If I were changed into a woman right now, the first thing I would do is get myself gang-banged by a group of ten or twenty men. The other way around doesn’t work. Men cannot fuck twenty women within a few hours. Only in their dreams!”

Emily said, “I think you have seen too much porn, Axel. In reality, women just get saturated. It is true that men cannot get an erection anymore after a few times, and that women can just open their legs and perhaps put some lubricant. But I don’t think they are still enjoying it. I certainly wouldn’t. But maybe I should try a gang bang once.”

“You may be right about the porn,” I admitted. “But I find it enormously fascinating to imagine how women experience sex.

“Sometimes I fantasize about an entire room full of naked women. In my imagination, I am there as a reseacher in a white lab coat, and I have to bring them all to orgasm. And then I would like to develop techniques for provoking different kinds of orgasms.

“I love female orgasms so much that sometimes when I have sex with a girl I enjoy their orgasms more than my own. And I am not saying that because I want to look like a virtuous man.

“So as a first step in my research, let me ask you which of all these types of orgasms you think you have had.”

“That is a rather personal question, Axel,” said Claire.

“Well, you wanted this conversation, didn’t you?”

“OK,” Claire said, “The only one I am certain about is the clitoral one. Sorry, I wish I could give you a more interesting answer.”

Emily said, “I have had vaginal orgasms. At least, I know that nobody was stimulating my clit at that moment. But I have heard that if your lover has a really big cock, it may stimulate the clitoris while fucking.”

“So does Oliver have a big cock?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business, you pervert,” she said with a big smile.

“By the way, you forgot one kind of orgasm, the fake orgasm. I have had some of those.”

“Indeed,” said Claire. “I have had some of those as well.”

“Strange,” I said, “I have never been with a woman who had one.”

“Men are so naive,” said Emily.

I said, “I forgot to mention another one, the squirt orgasm. I have heard that women feel really ecstatic if they get one of these. But they are rare.

“Scientists do not even agree which liquid women squirt. Sometimes it is pee, and sometimes it is similar to the milky stuff from a man’s prostate. In the porn videos I have seen about this it looks like it is the latter. Another topic I would like to study. Or experience it as a woman.”

“I have heard of those, but I have never had one,” said Claire, and Emily agreed. “Have you ever seen one yourself, in real life?”

“Yes I have,” I said.

“So you know how to make a woman squirt?” asked Claire.

“No, I was not the one who made it happen. I was merely watching a couple that demonstrated it to a group of other people. It was in a swingers club.”

“You have visited such places?” asked Claire, with great interest.

“Yes, there was one where I could enter without a partner. So I went to have a look. It was very exciting. I was in between relations at the time, and I really needed to fuck. I succeeded.”

“Oliver and I have been to a swingers club once,” Emily said.

“So did you have sex?” Claire asked.

“Oh Yes. With three different men! One of them had a cock like this.”

She spread her hands to indicate the size, but she was clearly exaggerating. What she indicated would barely fit under a donkey.

“And what about Oliver? Did he have sex as well?” I asked.

“That is a sad story,” Emily said. “He was about to fuck a rather vulgar-looking blonde with huge tits. Not really his type, as he had often told me. Then at the crucial moment, he lost his erection. Probably he was too nervous. After that experience, he did not want to go to such a club anymore. I would have loved it. I have been fantasizing for weeks about all these cocks.”

I told them, “A month ago I saw a really great video about female orgasms. It was a talk by a young woman, entitled ’10 things you did not know about orgasm,’ or something like that. She was talking in front of an audience of mostly older men. It was a lot of fun. She mentioned that there is a woman who can get an orgasm just from brushing her teeth and another one who can get one from pure thought.”

“I would love to see that,” Claire said.

“Well, let’s check it out,” I said.

I suggested that we take her laptop to search for it. But there were only two chairs, and the bed was too far away from the table. So we decided to lie down, with the laptop on the pillow of the bed, and the three of us lying in front of it next to each other.

We found the video very quickly and started watching. I put my hands on their backs and occasionally caressed their buttocks. They did not object to that. In fact, they returned the favor and started touching my ass.

They really enjoyed the video. They were giggling, and sometimes laughing out loud, and I loved feeling their bums shake.

The temperature in the room was hot already, and now it was heating up even more. I started wondering when some clothes would be taken off.

When I was dating girls of my own age I might have said, “Wow, it is hot in here, would you mind if I took off some clothes,” and strip down to my underpants. My huge bulge would certainly get her attention. Eventually, a girl cannot keep her hands from touching that package. And then everything would take its inevitable course.

But now it was different. I was a senior person, with two younger girls from my department, and furthermore, Claire had left her intentions ambiguous. In principle, we were just here to talk. I decided that I should let the girls make the first move, if any.

Meanwhile, my desires were mounting. Claire appeared to have a gorgeous body, which I would love to see in its natural state. Her tits seemed promising, and I was already fondling her shapely ass.

Emily also looked great, but a bit less curvaceous. But there is another reason why I was craving to see her naked. I had a fantasy about her pussy. I once had an authentic redhead as my girlfriend. A girl with freckles and red hair. Not just on her head, but she also had beautiful ginger hair on her unshaven pussy.

It was as if she had a baby firefox between her legs. I often kissed that firefox on the lips, and it started squirming with pleasure. The few ginger hairs I found in my mouth afterward were absolutely worth it. I loved just fondling that firefox forever.

Unfortunately, we broke up after a few months. “Incompatible characters,” she said, or something like that.

Since then I miss that cute firefox. I have often searched the internet for something similar. There are plenty of candidates, and some looked really precious and very lickable, but none are as adorable as the one I remember. But maybe my memory has made it more special than it really was.

Emily had red-brownish hair, but she was not a typical redhead. But I was still hoping for a ginger pussy.

However, I needed patience. It was almost as if Claire was teasing me with more intellectual activity. At the end of the orgasm video, she said, “Enough about orgasms. Now I want to know more about testicular bulges.”

“Vestibular bulbs,” I corrected her.

“I know,” she said. “I was joking. That was my trick for remembering it.”

I explained, “The sexual organs develop from the same basic structures in embryos, which develop in different ways for males and females. So for example the clitoris has the same origin as the tip of the penis. And the tissue of the penis itself, which expands during an erection, is related to a female organ called the ‘vestibular bulbs.’ They also expand when a woman gets excited. It is supposed to make entry of the penis easier, and provide additional pleasure.”

“So where is it located?” asked Claire.

“I am not exactly sure,” I said. “We can try to google it.”

Claire typed “Vestibular bulbs” on her laptop, but we only got drawings. Female genitalia are unbelievably complicated. The drawings were not very helpful for locating the vestibular bulbs in an actual woman. We tried various other searches for images.

I suggested to switch “safe search” off. That did the trick.

Now her screen was filled with pussies. Shaved ones, hairy ones, cute ones, ugly ones, pussies with cocks inside them, peeing ones, even one smoking a cigarette. And of course some of my beloved ginger ones.

“Now Axel is in heaven,” said Emily.

“No, I am heaven because I have a beautiful girl on each side of me,” I said.

I turned my head and kissed her softly on the lips. Then I turned to Claire and did the same. “You are both like angels,” I said. “That is why I feel in heaven.”

We spent a few more minutes looking at pussies. I have heard that some women regard their pussy as the ugliest part of their body, especially after they have seen it spread wide open in front of a mirror.

But I love them! Sure, tits and asses are superior, but a pussy can be glorious, especially when photographed from the right vantage point. My favorite one is from behind when a woman is bending over. Or side views of the pubic mound. Or a nicely trimmed hairy bush. Ginger pussies, of course. Or a perfect peach. Or dripping wet ones. But I digress.

I started rating the pussies on a scale from 1 to 10, and asked Claire and Emily to do the same. They made comments like, “That one is really gross, I will give it a 2,” “Wow, I wish that were mine,” or “That is not a 9 Axel, at most a 6.”

We were having a good time, but we did not get any closer to locating the vestibular bulb. Then we read somewhere that they can only be felt on the inside of the vagina, not seen from the outside.

“OK then, enough theory,” said Claire. She stood up, next to the bed, and removed her jeans and then her panties. “Here is the real thing,” she said. “It is ready for scientific investigation.”

Emily burst out in loud laughter, and could not stop laughing for several minutes. “What a subtle move, Claire,” she said, between bursts of laughter.

“So how do you rate this one, professor,” said Claire. It was nice juvenile pussy with just a little bit of hair for decoration. It looked utterly lickable.

“It is an 8 on the Axel scale,” I said, “But further research is needed.”

“Then go ahead,” said Claire. She sat down on the pillows of the bed and spread her legs as much as she could. Emily and I placed our heads in front of Claire’s pussy, and I started rather pedantically mansplaining her cunt.

“This is her clitoris”, I said, touching it. “And this is the clitoral hood.” I pushed it up a bit, making the clit more easily accessible.

I moved my finger over her clitoris, and said, “This should feel very good.”

Claire said, “Yes, Yes, keep doing that.”

But I moved on. “This is the urethra,” I said. “As far as I know it is also a pleasure point for women.” I touched it, but there was not much reaction from Claire.

“We have a pussy expert in the house,” Emily said sarcastically.

I replied, “I have read that most men are not able to make a reasonably accurate drawing of the whole thing. They may have licked one, but then they are too close to it to see anything, or they have had their penis in one, but then their face is not close to it.”

“Yes, they start licking until the woman starts moaning, and that way they find the clitoris,” said Claire.

“And often they confuse the vagina opening and the anus,” Emily said.

“Are you talking about Oliver now?” I could not resist asking.

“No, I was just kidding”, she said, avoiding further questions about anal sex.

“I do know the difference,” I said. “Here is the opening of the vagina, and there is the anus.”

“Please don’t touch my anus,” yelled Claire. I am not completey sure why, but thinking about it now I can see a very good reason. It is not very hygienic to let someone touch your anus and let them explore your vagina with the same fingers. Or perhaps she was simply worried she had not cleaned it well enough.

“OK,” I said, “We will leave your anus alone, but we have to investigate your vagina opening.”

“Fine,” Claire said.

So I put my finger into it and started probing the walls on either side. I noticed nothing that fit the description. “Are you sexually excited, Claire?” I asked.

“Of course I am, what do you think. I am showing my pussy to two people, and you are playing with it.”

“Can’t you see how wet she is?” asked Emily. She had also joined the action. She fingered Claire’s clitoris for a while and then inserted her finger into Claire’s pussy.

“Maybe we should use a different probe,” I said and pressed my tongue against Claire’s clitoris. This was nonsense of course, because you cannot probe the inside of a vagina with your tongue, but Claire didn’t mind.

Then Emily and I started licking Claire’s pussy lips, each from a different side. We licked up and down, while Claire started squirming with delight. At some point, our tongues met at Claire’s clitoris. We spontaneously started French kissing each other. French kissing Emily was one of my dreams, but I couldn’t have imagined it would happen in front of a clitoris.

Then I had an idea. We had read somewhere that women have other tissue similar to that of the vestibular bulbs, that can also expand when a woman gets excited.

In particular, they have such tissue in their breasts. I mentioned that to Claire, and she did not take long to understand what I wanted. She removed her shirt and bra, and said, “Here’s another research area.”

Her tits were beautiful, the way only young tits can be. Fairly big, perfectly shaped, and proudly pointing forward without sagging. They formed an irresistible combination with her now naked body. Boy, did that body look fuckable!

“I wish I had tits like that,” sighed Emily.

Claire said, “I think my areolas are too brown, don’t you agree?”

We both assured her that her tits were lovely, and she smiled happily.

Then Emily attacked her left tit with her mouth, and I took care of the right one. She made soft moaning noises, and then said, “Please suck my clit!”

The honor was mine. I licked my way down to her pussy, and pressed my tongue against her pleasure button. I started licking, and Claire’s moaning increased.

I knew she was approaching orgasm, and I licked with more intensity. Then she screamed, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Wow,… ah… Yeah, Yeah.” I had put my hand on her belly and felt the intense muscle contractions.

“That was not a fake one,” I said.

“You bet it wasn’t,” said Claire. Emily, who had been sucking Claire’s tits the whole time, agreed.

“But was this a clitoral or a nipple orgasm?” she asked.

“Clitoral,” said Claire. “I was feeling it radiate in waves from my pussy. You did a great job too, Emily, but I guess my clitoris is my main sex organ.”

We rested a bit, and I started thinking of a plan for the next move because it did not seem the evening was over yet.

I wanted to see that pussy! So I said, with a scientific tone of voice, “As good scientists we know that one sample is not enough. We should examine more pussies.”

“Forget it, Axel,” Emily said. “I have a better plan. Didn’t you say that vestibular bulb tissue is also present in the penis? So we need to examine a penis.

“In addition, a penis might be the ideal probe to search for the vestibular bulbs”

“A cock, a cock!” Claire exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Is there a cock in the room?”

There was, and it was very eager to be liberated from its constraints. I undressed in record time.

I lay on the bed on my back, with my erect penis sticking up. “That’s wonderful,” yelled Claire, and dove towards it like an eagle trying to catch a mouse. She approached it from my left side, and Emily approached it from my right side.

They started licking my balls. “Your balls smell great,” said Claire, and I was worried she was being sarcastic because they hadn’t been washed since the morning. But apparently, some women love the scent of balls. They can smell things most men can’t.

“Yes, I also like the smell,” said Emily. “I will have to smell Oliver’s balls tomorrow. I never paid attention to the smell.”

The girls moved their tongues along the shaft of my penis to its head, and back again. After several times up and down their tongues met at the tip of my penis, and they started French kissing each other just like Emily and I had done earlier. The sight of two angels French kissing just above my cock will be on my mind forever.

Then Claire said, “Emily, let me suck this beauty.” She took my penis into her mouth and started sucking it passionately. Then she dribbled some saliva on the top and sucked some more. She tried to put it deep into her throat and started making gurgling noises. This was not her first cock! This girl knew what she was doing. It felt great, but I do not easily come from sucking.

After a while, Claire said, “I want to feel this thing inside me.” She straddled her body above mine, lowered her torso, and used her hand to slip my cock into her pussy.

We were fucking energetically, and Emily decided to lick Claire’s clit while we were doing it. This required some corporal flexibility, but she managed, and pretty soon she got her reward: Claire had another violent orgasm. I was feeling her orgastic waves in my cock, and now I was approaching ejaculation. Claire noticed this, lifted her pussy, and took my cock in my hand. She jacked me off, and after just a few seconds I ejaculated large streams of semen on top of my belly, and even a few drops on my face.

“A squirt orgasm!” said Claire. “But now our probe is broken. Sorry, Emily.”

“The probe will fix itself,” I said confidently. “Just give it some time.”

We all laid down to rest, Claire’s naked body against mine. We talked a bit and meanwhile I fondled Claire’s tits and pussy. Occasionally she checked my cock for signs of life.

After a while I said, “Now it is your turn, Emily.”

Emily said, “You mean: now it is YOUR turn,” while pointing at me.

Claire said, “Yes, Emily, please let us pamper you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Emily said. “Tomorrow Oliver comes back from Toulouse, and I will ask him to fuck my brains out.”

“The poor guy may be too tired for that,” I teased her. “Maybe this evening he is shagging a blonde with huge tits in Toulouse. Maybe his libido is gone when you need him.”

Emily replied, “Well, in that case, I hope that this time his cock works. Sincerely, if he has a great time with another woman, that would make me very happy. We have a deep love for each other. If he has a great time, I have a great time too.”

Claire said, “Wow, how noble. I wish I could have that kind of relationship. Do you guys never feel envy?”

“One has to establish some ground rules,” said Emily. “Once Oliver came home with a blond bombshell, and asked me, ‘Is it OK if I make love with Rachel in the bedroom?’ I thought ‘NO’, but I said ‘Yes’, and then I was appalled to hear the sex noises of those two from OUR bedroom. In addition, she made a huge pandemonium every time she came.

“When Rachel had left I started crying, and I told Oliver never to do this again. We agreed that any time we brought someone home for sex, it was going to be for a threesome. We are both bi-open, so we can fully participate.

“So if I bring a guy home to fuck me, I will tell him that he has to be prepared to suck Oliver’s dick. So far all guys accepted that. Similarly, I will lick the pussy of Oliver’s next diva, and lick his balls while he shags her. This way I do not feel left out.

“Another unwritten rule is that we will only have one-night stands with others. We cannot meet them again, at least not for sex. So we do not allow a relationship to develop.

If he is fucking a lady in Toulouse, he will not see her again. Of course, then I cannot participate, but I will not have to listen to her orgasms either.”

“Will he tell you tomorrow, if that happened?” Claire said.

“He might,” Emily said, “But he does not have to. We have a kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ relationship.”

“But in that case, you could do the same, couldn’t you. So why do you still have all your clothes on? You examined my pussy, I want to see yours,” said Claire.

“I was just teasing Axel a bit,” said Emily. “We have this little game where sometimes he asks me, ‘Is it my turn today?’, and then I respond ‘Forget it, Axel.'”

“His turn for what?” asked Claire.

“Fucking,” said Emily. “But it is not serious. It is just a game we play.”

She continued, “So today, when he seemed a little bit too eager, I decided to let him wait a bit. We have to teach men to be patient.

“But I have teased you enough, Axel, and I am getting quite horny, to be honest.”

After those words, she started removing her shirt and her bra. “Nice tits,” said Claire. They were a bit smaller than hers, but indeed very nicely shaped.

Then she took off her jeans. Now came the moment of truth. She took off her panties to reveal a partly shaved pussy with brownish hair. “Lovely pussy,” I said, not showing my slight disappointment with the hair color.

Emily sat down on the pillows, just as Claire had done before. Emily said, “Please have a closer look. And remember, it is all for the sake of science.”

Now Claire started doing a parody of my pedantic behavior. She touched Emily’s clit, making her sigh a bit, then her urethra, and then her vagina, all the time saying the names of these body parts. I could already see that it was all soaking wet.

Claire inserted her finger into Emily’s vagina and started poking around in it. “I cannot find a vestibular bulb, why don’t you try, Axel.”

I was more than happy to comply. I started caressing the inside of Emily’s vagina with my finger, and I asked, “Does that feel good, Emily?”

“Yes, but get your cock ready. I want to feel it inside me,” she moaned.

These words made my cock a little harder, but I wasn’t quite there yet. Meanwhile, Claire had started licking Emily’s pussy lips and invited me to do the same. So we ran our tongues up and down Emily’s lips, and as before our tongues encountered each other right in front of Emily’s clit.

We started French kissing. We did that for a long time. I noticed that this made my cock harder, so I prolonged the kissing a bit. Then Emily said, “What’s going on guys. I thought you were going to pamper me. But you are just pampering each other.”

I gave Claire a squeeze in one of her naked breasts, and I said, “OK Claire, you do the clit, and I will do her tits.”

I kissed my way up from Emily’s pussy to her tits and started sucking them. Emily was moaning but without much crescendo. Either her clit was not as sensitive as Claire’s, or Claire was not as skilled in cunnilingus as she was in fellatio. This would be normal for a mostly straight girl. After all, I have absolutely no experience in cock-sucking.

I was sitting next to Emily on hands and feet, like a dog, switching from one tit to the other. Then I felt Emily’s hand going under my belly, towards my crotch. She touched my penis and found it fuck-ready.

She said, “Now it IS your turn, Axel!”

The moment had come, and I did not waste time. I motioned Claire to give me access to Emily’s pussy, and decided to tease Emily a bit. I put the tip of my penis against her vagina opening, and moved it around a bit, until Emily screamed, “What are you waiting for! Put it in!”

I savored the moment. I had been fantasizing about this for so long, that I wanted to enjoy it maximally. I shoved my cock in slowly, paying close attention to my sensory perception. I noticed the ribbed texture of her vagina wall, then her wetness and her warmth.

She said, “Axel, fuck me slowly please, I love slow fucking. Do you like dirty talk, honey? Oliver loves it. It keeps him hard.”

“Yes, please talk dirty to me, Emily.”

She said, “I love this big dick of yours inside my love canal. It feels so thick. I needed this so bad. My pussy was so incredibly wet. Fuck me like an animal. But do it slow, please. Do it for half an hour, and then pump your sperm deep inside my pussy. Yes, I feel that cock so well. Why did I let you wait so long? This one’s for you, Oliver! I know he would love seeing me like this.”

I made a slight lateral movement with my cock, and she said, “Yes, do it again. That is so good! I just love your cock, Axel. And you know how to use it!”

Meanwhile, Claire was caressing me. She started with my back and then went down to my ass, which was slowly moving up and down. “I love your ass, Axel,” she said. Then I noticed that her finger descended into the crack of my ass. She found my asshole and circled it with her finger. Then she inserted a finger and started moving it around.

She was probably looking for my anal G-spot. As an anal virgin, I do not know exactly how it should feel. I had some nice sensations, but my penis inside Emily’s vagina overwhelmed everything. Claire pulled out her finger and descended to my balls. The feeling was so good that I got worried I was going to come too soon, so I told her, “What you are doing is great, but I want to stay inside Emily a bit longer.”

Emily said, “Please come here Claire, and sit on my face. My tongue is un… emplo…yed.” Her words were interrupted by sighs of pleasure. “Oh, what a great fucker you are, Axel. Keep moving that big dick inside my pussy.”

My body was on top of Emily’s, so I had to move into a more upright position to make room for Claire. I managed to do that without withdrawing my cock. Claire straddled Emily’s face, and Emily started licking Claire’s clitoris. She said, “I am so happy now. A great cock and a fantastic clit. This is heaven! If only Oliver could be here. He would be so happy for me!”

Claire’s clit was basically an instant orgasm button. Once again she exploded quite quickly into a huge orgasm. “YES, YES, OH, WOW, It is great!” she shouted so loud that the entire thin-walled student building must have heard it.

Emily and I were still fucking slowly. I had paused a couple of times to postpone an approaching orgasm. Then I proposed to change position.

“I know a sideways position that is great for slow-fucking,” I said.

“I think I know what you mean,” she said. “Sometimes I have orgasms in that position.”

So we changed, both of us lying sideways, me behind her. She aided my cock into her pussy, because I couldn’t see anything. We started slow-fucking again.

In this position, my hands had easy access to her tits and clit, but she said, “Don’t touch my clit. I want to see if I can have a purely vaginal orgasm.”

Claire had gone to the toilet to wash her hands, and when she returned she made use of our new position to hug her body against my back. She rubbed her pussy against my ass, and her tits against my back. “That’s lovely, Claire,” I said.

Now Emily started some serious moaning. “Yes, keep that cock moving. I feel it even better in my pussy now. Yes, Yes, I am getting there. I am coming! I am coming!! WOW.” I had placed my hand on her belly to feel her muscle contractions, and there was no doubt. We had observed a vaginal orgasm.

During Emily’s moaning extravaganza I had increased my fuck tempo. I started fucking her really hard. As a result, I felt my ejaculation coming from very deep inside me, and I shot my load inside Emily just as she reached orgasm.

This was the second simultaneous orgasm I ever had in my life. I had one before while fucking the firefox pussy of the redhead, but I think she may have faked it. I was very inexperienced then.

We all lay down on the bed, and there was a knock on the door. Claire stood up to open it. She was completely naked. Emily and I hugged each other and watched what was going to happen.

Claire opened the door and saw a young student in pajamas. He was tall and slender and had a pale complexion. A mathematics student, I guessed. Claire made no attempt to hide any of her private parts, and said, “What do you want?”

We saw a bulge growing in his pajama pants. He stuttered and said, “I heard a lot of noise, and could not sleep. How long are you going to continue with this?”

“We were having sex,” said Claire, as if he had not guessed.

He blushed, and the bulge became even bigger. “It looks like you need help with this,” said Claire, as she grabbed his erection. Haven’t you masturbated when you heard our noises?”

Emily and I looked at each other in amazement. Claire was so incredibly brazen!

The boy, roughly twenty years old, rather timid, and perhaps still a virgin said, “No, maybe I should go back to my room and do that.” He was completely overwhelmed by Claire’s exuberant personality.

Claire said, “Are you kidding? Come in and do it here. I want to see you squirt!”

She pulled him inside by his crotch and then gave him a warm hug with her naked body. She told him to take off his pajamas. He got naked without hesitation and revealed a large, rock-hard cock, which was long but a bit thin. He had a full bush of pubic hair. “Sit on the bed and masturbate,” Claire told him. “Don’t be shy, we are used to orgasms here.”

He lay down next to Emily and me and started stroking his cock. Emily was lying directly next to him, and their legs were touching each other. We were of course still naked and made no attempt to hide anything. I noticed him getting an eyeful of Emily’s body, and he was also staring at my limp cock.

He lifted his hand and softly caressed Emily’s pussy, and then asked both of us, “Are you going to fuck? Please don’t feel embarrassed because of my presence.”

“Don’t touch them,” said Claire, who was standing next to the bed. “They just finished fucking. Those were the noises you complained about. Now they are recovering. Her pussy is probably too sensitive now. But you may touch me if you need inspiration.”

Claire sat down on the edge of the bed. The boy eagerly touched her tits and then her pussy. He clumsily roamed around between her pussy lips.

“May I fuck you?” He asked. He was not so timid after all.

“Are you crazy?” said Claire. “I am a good catholic girl! We would end up in hell if I allowed you to do that.”

Emily and I were sniggering. The idea that Claire was a good Catholic girl was absurd. She was clearly teasing or even humiliating the poor guy a bit, but he had nothing to complain about because he had been allowed to caress Claire’s luscious naked body.

But Emily felt a bit sorry for him. “Are you a virgin?” she asked him. Somewhat bashfully he said, “Yes.”

“Then you may fuck me if you want. I like to deflower virgins. I just love seeing a man do it for the first time in their lives.”

He said, “Really? And does your husband agree?” Apparently, he thought I was Emily’s husband.

“He is not my husband,” said Emily, which was not really an answer to the question. “Get on top of me and put that willy in here.”

She pointed at her vagina, but the boy replied, “I know where it goes. I have watched plenty of porn.”

He got on top of Emily and she helped him put his penis inside her pussy. The expression on his face was indeed worth seeing. It was a mixture of pleasure and awe, “Is this really happening to me?”

Emily’s pussy still had my sperm in it, and I saw some of it dribble out when the boy’s penis went inside. He was not aware that during his first fuck he was plowing through another guy’s sperm. But Emily was.

“You are doing very well,” said Emily, “You may ejaculate inside me if you want. There is enough of that stuff already. But if you can delay it, it is better for both of us.”

To encourage him, she started going to her repertoire of dirty talk, “Wow, how great your cock feels inside my cunt, it fills me so well, I don’t believe you have never fucked before, you are so good! Fuck me, fuck me harder with that hairy monster cock.”

But he did not last long. He came with loud groans inside Emily, who stood up to go to the toilet to clean up her two loads of cum.

“Congratulations, you have lost your virginity, Are you happy now?” asked Claire.

“Yes, thank you, madam, this was great! I will knock on the door again if I hear noises.”

“Don’t even think of it,” said Claire. “Get yourself a girlfriend and start making your own noises. Who knows, maybe I will knock at your door one night.”

He stood up and Claire gave him another naked hug. Then she took his pajamas, opened the door, slapped him firmly on the buttocks, and pushed him naked into the corridor. She threw his pajamas out of the door, and said, “Sleep well!”

“He is not going to sleep much this night,” I said. “But I need to sleep. I think it is time for me to go home.”

“No, please stay with me tonight, Axel,” said Claire. “I want to feel your body against mine. And the same goes for you, Emily. It is already 3 o’clock. You should not be walking on the street alone anymore.”

She was right, of course. Oliver was still in Toulouse and would return Saturday, in the afternoon. Neither Emily nor I had any reason to go home.

The double bed was on the small side for three, but we had no objections to

huddling together. It was warm, so we needed no pajamas. We could just go to sleep the way we were.

“You go on the middle,” Claire told me, “then Emily and I both have access to the goodies.”

We started with me lying against Claire’s back, with my limp cock against her bum, and Emily with her soft tits against my back. Claire turned off the lights, and we all said, “Sleep well.”

But it was a strange night, and all of us had difficulties falling asleep. We were twisting and turning. On various occasions, I noticed hands fondling my cock, and erections kept coming and going. My own hands were occasionally caressing one of the four tits and two pussies. There was some occasional moaning, but no more sex. Finally, when the morning light was already shining brightly through the thin curtains, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of a dream. I was lying on a tropical beach, naked, and the rising sun was starting to heat my crotch. When I opened my eyes I understood the reason for the heat. Claire was sucking my cock with her warm mouth. When she noticed I was awake she said, almost apologetically, “I saw that the poor thing was rock hard. I could not resist it.”

When I was more or less completely awake I said to Claire, “How about a farewell fuck?”

“Great idea,” she said. “This time you go on top.”

Our activities woke up Emily, who looked at us and said, “So you two are at it again?” She caressed our fucking bodies, and then took her phone out of her handbag, to see if any messages had come in.

She said that Oliver had sent her a message that morning. He wrote, “Hi Emily, I am fine and on my way home. I look forward to fuck your brains out this evening.”

I saw her texting back, “And I want to smell your balls.”

Emily said, “I have to go home now. I have to do some cleaning, make the beds, and turn the bedroom into a romantic love nest. And then I am going to select a nice sexy dress and lingerie, to make Oliver go wild. Thanks for a great start to my weekend, but the climax is still to come!” She really loved Oliver, that was clear. And I was very happy about that.

Meanwhile, I had ejaculated, and I started sucking Claire’s clit, so that she could not complain about only men getting orgasms. This was easy. As I said already, her clit is basically an instant orgasm button.

Then it was time to say goodbye to Claire. We hugged each other naked for a long time, and at some point she got emotional. “It was wonderful Axel. I will not see you for a long time. I am going to see my parents tomorrow, and then I have many other plans for the summer, and I will be back in September to get my degree.” A few tears appeared in her eyes while saying this.

I got dressed, we exchanged several French kisses and I left.

I think I fell in love with Claire that night. I still get erections every time I think of her. She has taken the number one spot in my heart

I almost deliberately had not asked for her phone number or e-mail, because I did not think we should start a relationship. It was a one-night stand. She was too young for me and perhaps too wild. I was secretly hoping that in September she would return with a new boyfriend, a young guy, who could appreciate her wild side and make her happy. He would be the luckiest guy in the world.

But Emily still has a special place in my heart as well. She is still a solid number two. I have seen her at work almost every day since that night. Whenever I see her I say, “Will I have another turn today, Emily?”

And of course, she replies, “Forget it, Axel.”