5 comments/ 73151 views/ 5 favorites Four Girls Ch. 01 By: Taunus Trisha looked into the mirror. She smiled and noticed how her front teeth were slightly angled inwards. It did not impair her dentifrice or her eating. In some men's eyes it might even be considered a mark of sensuality. But to Trisha it was an imperfection. She wished that her family could have afforded the expensive orthodontic surgery; but, there were siblings and other needs. In a pragmatic sense she was totally functional. Trisha studied her face. She was blessed with a flawless, blemish-free complexion, brunette hair, and almond-colored eyes. Trisha was not a tall girl; she was five feet four inches tall. Despite having a B-sized bra cup, she had firm, hard breasts with dark, dusky areolas. While she had lost her virginity in her freshman year at college, she now enjoyed no male companionship. She had learned in her brief tryst that she was multi-orgasmic. This was a true delight to her boyfriend at the time. Now her studies in pre-med were eclipsing her dating. Even though so, she felt a rising passion in her loins. She would often awake in the middle of the night to find her tiny clitoris hard and ruddy and her vulva engorged, tumescent, and moist with the perspiration of arousal. Looking from the mirror, Trisha saw the students moving along the sidewalk to morning classes. She realized the hour and quickly put on a jogging suit. This was one of the ubiquitous outfits that coeds wore in a rush. The other mufti of the day was blue jeans, sweat shirt, and tennis shoes. The jogging suit was nice in that there was no need for bra, panties, or socks. Low-cut blue jeans would have exposed her lack of underwear. She tosses her hair about, aerating it, and grabbed her backpack for a day of classes. Trisha was also excited about lunch. Today she would join three of her close friends. They had been talking recently about undertaking some adventure into intense sensuality. It may just have been girl talk; however, in a drab, mundane, quotidian existence, it did offer diversion. The four girls who met often at lunch were as different from one another as the four winds of heaven or the four corners of the earth. Trisha was a dark brunette with light brown eyes, a pale complexion, and an insatiable libido, which she carefully concealed from the other girls. Susan was part Chinese and part Caucasian. She had chosen the neutral name Susan rather than some phonetic equivalent of her real Chinese name. She had the traditional Chinese features, with very small, soft breasts. Her black pubic hair kept the oriental feature of being silky smooth. This could be contrasted with the coarse, wiry, kinky-thick Caucasian pubic hair. The other two girls were Sam and Jessica. Both had perfectly proportioned mammary. Sam and Jessica each sported a D-cup. Sam was blonde and Jessica was a fiery red-head. Jessica would always manage to navigate the conversation to something sexy, sensual, and sensuous. Today was no exception. "I am so tired of the same old stuff," Jessica explained. "Day after day I shove that vibrator into my pussy to come and still I feel horny." Trisha coughed, nearly spitting out her vegetables. Susan opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Sam was able to muster a reply. "We all feel that way, Jessie," Sam responded. "You know that I am majoring in computer science and physics. That takes so much time. And dating is such a chore when there is that nightmare of 'E & M' (Electronics and Magnetism) to do. I would like to have sex every day as well, but frankly I can't afford it." "I don't have the academic burden that Sam has," Susan interjected. "But I have the swimming team to consider. That takes precedence over most extracurricular activities. After all, sports are important." The other three nodded their concurrence, albeit they weren't terribly happy with the situation. "What are you majoring in, Susan?" Trisha asked. "I know that you have told me several times before, but I keep forgetting. Is it psychology?" "Yes," Susan answered. "And this semester we are delving into human sexuality. Our latest classes dealt with the human orgasm. It turns out to be a very complicated synergistic fusion of chemical, mental, and nervous reactions. Even paraplegic or quadriplegic individuals have been known to climax. Not only that (imagine!) the orgasm face indicates changes in brain activity during orgasm. There is so much fresh research on the subject." As she spoke, Trisha felt dampness in her groin. This conversation was arousing her, but she would never admit it to the group. "Trisha!" Susan interjected. "You look flushed. Are you aroused sexually right now?" Trisha's pale skin turned to ruddy ochre with embarrassment. She nodded her assent. The other girls giggled. "Look, girls," Susan continued. "Let's take an adventure into sexuality. Trisha has worked in the infirmary and she's taken all those pre-med courses. I know psychology. Sam knows about electronics and computers. And Jessie. What can you contribute?" "Me?" Jessica retorted? "I have a tongue that won't stop and a cavernous cunt that you girls can play with until the cows come home. Forget the academics! Mom and dad are in Europe and we have their place to party in. What say we throw all our inhibitions aside to explore the depths of stimulation?" "I say that we do more than the usual porn," Sam elaborated. "We should make devices to stimulate the brain and chemicals to enflame and excite the libido. We should take sex to the ultimate, final frontier and experience the most massive, earth-shattering orgasms possible. Let's use our collective knowledge and bravely cum where no woman has cum before!" The girls all giggled together. Some of the students at nearby tables and booths were taking notice. "We need to go now," Sam stated. "Let's each write a short paragraph on this and put our minds together tomorrow." The other three agreed and they all departed. May 24, 2008 Four Girls Ch. 02 The next day has dawned. It is early morning before classes and Jessica is in the bathroom. She is trying desperately to have an orgasm before having to leave for school. Although she talks the talk about sex, she is slow to arouse and even harder to climax. She has had the vibrator in her vagina while brushing her teeth and washing her face but still wasn't even wet. She decided that it was time to insert her butt plug. One of her boyfriends had introduced her to the butt plug as a means of exciting her. She had a vibrator, lubricated with K.Y. Jelly. The butt plug was always lubricated with Vaseline. The petroleum jelly kept in the heat and was slower to ooze out than the water-soluble K.Y. Jelly. Jessica stands five foot six inches tall. She has the Celtic, Irish look about her. Jessie has freckles, red hair, and jade green eyes. She weighs 130 lbs and her measurements are 35D-25-35, all odd numbers. Time was flying and she wanted to have an orgasm before leaving for school. She kept the vibrator going and the butt plug in while gathering up her Political Science and History books. She thought to herself: "I need a much larger vibrator. I need one with a clitoral stimulator as well." Jessica was frustrated. She ruminated: "Maybe even something inserted into my bladder, some kind of catheter as well? Trisha told me how a bladder filled with warm saline could help with lazy orgasms, somehow stimulating the pudendal artery and parasympathetic nerves." Jessie pinched, pulled, and twisted her teats. She didn't care how much it hurt so long as she could somehow come. She slapped her pussy and pinched her clitoris. At last she felt the tell-tale wetness begin. She worked the butt plug, spreading and roughly rubbing, distending, and stretching her anus, and came. "Damn," she thought, "Late to class again. Well, at least I got off." Jessica threw on some blue jeans, an exercise bra, a black thong, a T-shirt, and some tennis shoes with white socks. Off she went to Political Science and History. If you asked her what her major was, she would be just as likely to say "Political Science and History" as "History and Political Science." Her main interest was sex. But with her dysfunctional libido and difficulty in attaining an orgasm, she shied from love-making with a male. Instead, she spent time with her female friends talking details of sex and lewd, libidinal lust. There would be the lunch meeting. Afterwards, Jessie would have some personal time. "I really need a better dildo," she thought to herself. Then she recalled some earlier conversations with Susan the psychology major, Trisha in pre-med, and Sam the blonde physicist and computer hardware expert. They all indicated that orgasms, female climaxes, might be induced by external electromagnetic and chemical stimuli. This might be the penultimate answer to Jessie's dilemma. There might be a virtual reality headset that would induce her to cum as often and as intensely as she desired. Jessica was also concerned about her privates. She was handling them more roughly than ever before. Her breasts, clitoris, vulva, vagina, and anus were all becoming sore and swollen. She was terrified of infection and the need to reveal her libidinous undertakings to a doctor, a member of the medical profession. Trisha arrived just after Jessica. This gave Jessica a chance to confide in Trisha. "I am having trouble jacking off, Trish," Jessica confessed. "You said that sometimes a full rectum and a distended bladder might help? Well, this afternoon I'm getting the largest dildo I can find. And enemas at the drug store. But what about the bladder?" "I work part time at the clinic," Trisha responded. "What if I 'borrow' a female urethral catheter or two? Maybe one of those indwelling ones so that you don't have to hold it in place and have a free hand to use otherwise?" "Sounds like a plan," Jessica remarked. "So, a saline enema and a full bladder would go with my butt plug and vibrator. Don't tell the other girls, please," she begged. "But Jessie, you should!" Trisha pleaded. "You are the adventurous one. We all look up to you. You have a place for us to try out new and exciting things. I have collected up all sorts of medical devices for us to use: proctoscopes, specula, and various other instruments of pain and pleasure. I also managed to lift some of Dad's Viagra! Susan took a couple of her parents' pills as well." "This sounds so clinical," Jessica complained. "We have known each other well for so long. Can we have a little foreplay also." "Of course, silly girl," Trisha added. "We will have hours of one-on-one and many-on-one before getting down to serious business." As she said that Susan and Sam arrived. They all exchanged greetings. "What's on tap for Friday night?" Sam asked. "I have my big E&M test Friday and there's the urge to purge. I want to blow everything out after that insanity." "Me too!" Susan chimed in. "Friday there is the big swim meet and after that physical exertion, I will need some real excitement. There is only one problem," she confided. I'm scared that my period might start tomorrow or Friday. How can I compete all oozing menstrual fluid and the like?" "Use a tampon," Trisha suggested. "They are so small," Susan retorted. "You are a virgin?" Jessica asked. Susan blushed crimson. She had her hymen intact. No one would have ever guessed it. "Yes," Susan answered. The other three girls were amazed. "Come by the clinic and I will dilate you," Trisha suggested. "It will hurt, but then you can use a maxi-sized tampon." "Can we come and watch?" Sam asked. "Sure," Trisha replied. "We will do it after regular hours. There will only be us. And you, Jessie, will have to have a catheter and an enema and cum for our entertainment!" "Only if you cum too," Jessica fired back at Trisha. Trisha blushed. The three would discover that she was multi-orgasmic. Still, this was the beginning of their sexual adventure. There was no turning back now. May 24, 2008 Four Girls Ch. 03 Jessica was waiting for Trisha at the locked door to the student clinic. The two went in together. Once inside Trisha turned on the light. Jessica quickly turned it off again and locked the door. Jessica was carrying a gym bag, which she dropped on the floor. She grabbed Trisha and kissed her on her lips, forcing her tongue to her slightly inclined teeth. Trisha murmured for Jessie to stop. But Jessica's hands quickly found Trisha's breasts and massaged them. Trisha relaxed. One hand was working her teat and a second hand grabbing hot, moist pudenda. "Oh my God," Jessica uttered. "You are ready to cum!" Trisha's breath had the telltale odor of female arousal. It was a slightly garlic-like scent. Jessica rubbed Trisha's pussy and titties feverishly and continued to rub even as Trisha experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. Trish felt the earth move beneath her and the sky redden. Peals of deafening thunder were followed by blinding flashes of lightning. She was experiencing multiple orgasms. "Holy Mary Mother of God!" Jessica exclaimed. "You are multi-orgasmic. What a blessing!" Trisha tossed back her head and gasped in the throws of a crescendo of climaxes. Then, at the height of passion there was a knock at the door. It was Samantha and Susan. Jessica was still fondling Trisha when she unlocked the door. Sam and Susan were totally surprised at the sight of Jessie and Trish in a lewd embrace. Then they marveled as they realized that Trisha was climaxing and continuing to cum even as they watched. Trisha struggled to regain her composure. There was work to be done. Trisha went to a locked cabinet where partially used vials and pills were kept pending destruction. She would need some Novocain to deaden Susan's hymen prior to dilation with a speculum. No tyro, Trisha knew how to circumvent the narcotics count to retrieve an item or two for undocumented work. Trisha motioned Susan to the gynecology examination chair. Susan quickly shed blue jeans and panties and put her muscular, toned legs into the stirrups. Jessica looked at Susan's lean, lanky, lissome, limber, lithesome legs. Jessie marveled at Susan's muscular, toned, trim thighs and her tight abdomen. Noticing her smooth, soft bush Jessica could not resist touching it. "Jessie!" Susan exclaimed. "That's my private patch of hair! What are you doing? If you want something of value, tease my tiny pearl." Jessica moved her fingertips to Susan's clitoris and worked it from its hood to a tumescent, engorged state, hard and red with sanguine arousal. Trisha came back wearing surgical gloves and a tray of instruments. Spreading her vulva, Trisha injected some Novocain into Susan's hymen. She then began the chore of inserting the speculum into Susan's vagina. She was tight. Finally it was forced in and the dilation process begun. The pressure reduced the bleeding. Samantha and Jessica watched with interest. Sam then made some unusual remarks. "Will she be terribly sore tomorrow, Trisha?" Sam asked. "For sure," Trisha answered. "But she will be able to accept the jumbo-sized tampon and more. She wants to swim on Friday. The next insertion will be easier. And, just before her swim, I'll insert still another." Trisha was puzzled by Sam's question. "I have this big E&M test Friday. There is only one word to describe it: 'Jackson.' This means nothing to you, I know, but I need stimulus to study. I want my pussy and asshole to be sore." Sam confessed. "What?" Trisha retorted. "Why would anyone want such a thing?" "You don't understand Trish!" Sam responded. "This physics is suffering. Computers are so trivial. But this physics is a nightmare. I need some real stimulation of the worst sort." "I guess we could dilate your vaginal orifice as well," Trisha stated. Then she went on to say: "Jessica here wants me to insert an indwelling urethral catheter into her bladder. That will stretch and hurt terribly. Do you want the same as well? What a day this has been!" "Oh, yes, please," Sam begged. "I'm usually not this way, but this is an emergency." "Climb up on the exam chair and put your legs in the stirrups. Jessie, get some of that surgical gauze and tie her well. Sam, put your hands far above your head and let Jessie wrap and tie you there as well. We will have to gag you somehow, because this will hurt a maximum." Trisha explained. "I have just the thing," Jessica interjected. She pulled a ball gag and some leather restraining straps from her gym bag. Susan noticed that in Jessica's gym bag were various toys: dildos, butt plugs, lubricant, nipple clamps, and the like. Once bound and gagged, Trisha worked the speculum into Samantha's vagina and opened it, stretching her more and more. Tiny beads of sweat blossomed out from her blemish-free, flawless forehead. As Trisha continued the process of dilating Sam's Holy of Holies, beads of sweat appeared in her armpits and in the small of her back. She had a scent of fear and pain. "Is this too much?" Trisha asked Sam. She nodded back "no." At last Trisha decided that enough was too much. Then she slipped an enema nozzle into Sam's rectum and pumped in the saline mixture. Standing upright Jessie seized another disposable enema tube and inserted it into her own rear end. "Are you trying to have a contest and see who can hold it the longest?" Susan joked. Sam nodded "yes" even as Jessica spoke the word. After a while Sam was miserable. She wanted down from the examination chair and be permitted to use the toilet, but she was gagged. At last Jessica made a bee line for the pot and expelled the mixture. Sam embarrassed herself on the examination chair. As Jessica worked in a butt plug into her ass and a vibrator into her vagina, Trisha began to insert the proctoscope into Sam. Sam's anus was tiny. "How did she ever manage bowel movements? How could she defecate?" Trisha wondered as she forced the silver bullet in deeper and deeper. There was no doubt in Trisha's mind that Sam would be sore the next day. Surely that would be a prime motivator for her physics exam on Friday. Jessica untied Sam and took her place on the table. Trisha inserted an indwelling female urethral catheter into Jessie's bladder and pumped in a maximum of warm salt water. While Jessica rubbed her clit, Susan and Sam kissed and sucked her breasts. Trisha drained the water out and pumped in warmer water. All of a sudden Jessica was able to climax. From the pulsating vibrator to the annoying butt plug, Jessica exploded. She fluxed out honey nectar. Her vaginal secretions were true oils of submission. At last she was able to achieve her dream: an earth-shattering climax. May 25, 2008 Four Girls Ch. 04 It was Friday morning. Sam had to face her exam in Electronics and Magnetism (AKA EE&M) and Susan had her swim meet. Both had very sore pussies for very different reasons. Sam also had a sore asshole. Susan studied her face in the dormitory room mirror. There were those unavoidable pimples signaling the onset of her monthly menstrual cycle, her female period. She removed the huge tampon and tried to insert another jumbo. It was too painful. She would have to wait for Trisha to ease her through the ordeal. Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Trisha with salvation. Susan wished that she had considered the removal or dilation of her maidenhead much earlier. But she had had some feudal, archaic notion about chastity before marriage. Now she just wanted to do her best in the swim meet without bloodying the water. Sam had taken several Colace® capsules the night before. Still, it was too painful for her to defecate. It wasn't just the proctoscope that Trisha had used, it was also the tension of the upcoming exam. She could remember the semester before. One of the students had said: "I have to use the toilet, but I'm so tense now that all I would do is pull a hemorrhoid." This was, unfortunately, a true statement. Sam was grateful that her pussy was sore. She might have been tempted to masturbate to relieve the pressure. Then, as usual, she would be exhausted from her orgasm and would lose the will to study. And that would be fatal. Of the sixty students in E&M first semester, only fifteen remained. Of those only eight were passing. Sam had a chance for an "A" or a "B." This was a prize worth almost any sacrifice. It wasn't easy inserting the glycerin suppository into her rectum, but Samantha managed to do it. After a few minutes' wait she had the "urge to purge." She knew the routine. This would have to be a Herculean effort and she held her stool as long as possible to ensure a total elimination. At last she emptied her bowels in a painful burst. She was sweaty and shaky; however, she was also ready to face the test of the day. Then there would be an evening with Trisha, Susan, and Jessica at Jessica's place. For sure success on the exam would brighten her spirits and put her in the mood for love. Or, perhaps better said: "in the mood for lust." It was not that Sam didn't like the other three. She was just traditional in wanting a man. The paradox was that competition in a man's world---and electronics certainly had been a traditional man's world---had pushed her out of the social sphere. She didn't have the time to date the plethora of men in her classes. She was more "one of the boys" than the "girl next door." But she wanted the degree with a double major in physics and computer science. Odd that she also had another major in mathematics, a subject necessary to support the other two. As Sam patted her sore asshole with a damp wash cloth---she dared not use the school brand double-oh coarse sandpaper that they put out for bum fodder---she remembered her late father's complaint's about his hemorrhoids. She was now better able to commiserate with his suffering. She knew that there was some moral issue about self-inflicted suffering. But she wanted a fighting chance on the physics exam. Samantha had accustomed herself to masturbating to relieve stressful situations. She also would find herself constipated when working on some opus major. The sluggishness of constipation and the torpor following an orgasm were counter-productive to her efforts. She rallied all the factors she could in her endeavor. Susan was swimming. She certainly wasn't doing her best. There were some cramps and other side-effects of her period. Still, she was keeping up her part of the team effort. In the coed swim, where teams were composed of a mixture of males and coeds, she put forth a double effort. Her svelte, ruler-shaped, lean body was a double-plus in the water. It is odd that large breasts were a hydrodynamic hindrance. This was one problem that she did not encounter. From an Asian perspective, Susan could not understand the American male's fascination with massive mammary. The breast size had little to do with the volume of milk produced. And hypertrophied teats put the whole physique under some undue stress. How often did the bra strap supporting a huge beast irritate a sculptured shoulder? The physics examination was grueling. Sam could recall some of her previous experiences. There were times after the exhausting applications of integral and differential calculus, physics laws and principles, and total lapses of memory that she would have trouble remembering her name, where she was, or even the current month and year. She exited the exam and paused on the front steps of the physics building where she broke the tension with a quick conversation. She was talking to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed physics major---Butch. They found themselves staring vacantly into each other's eyes. At last Sam blurted out: "Do you want me to kiss you?" In reply Butch shouted: "Yes!" But both were still mesmerized from the physics test. After a few moments of silence they went their separate ways. Later that afternoon Sam would realize the opportunity lost. She would also realize her soreness and was proud that it played into her success. Trisha attended the swim meet to cheer Susan on. Susan made a respectable showing despite her handicap. If she could somehow eliminate the problems associated with her period, there's no telling how far she would go! At any rate, this is part and parcel of extracurricular sports at the University. Trisha was looking forward to the evening at Jessica's. Susan, Sam, and Trisha lived in university dormitories. The dorms were a vast improvement over the years gone by. Jessica, on the other hand, was the only child of very affluent parents. They frequently vacationed in Europe. Since Jessica was eighteen years old, they left her on her own in their large family mansion. Since Jessica had trouble with achieving a climax, she was shy among men. It embarrassed her no end to be unable to cum. Sharon Stone once said that a woman might fake an orgasm, but a man could fake an entire relationship. Jessie did have a very patient, understanding boyfriend once upon a time. She lost him in her mad quest to climax. He had introduced her to the butt plug, the vibrator, and Japanese crotch binding. Still, her impatience had taken its toll. He finally moved on to find a more "normal" woman, one who had some control over her libido. May 25, 2008 Four Girls Ch. 05 It was Friday evening. The four girls were gathered at Jessica's place. More precisely, they were at Jessica's parents' place. Jessica's parents were well-to-do and frequently in Europe. Jessica had their mansion to herself. Her parents thought that their daughter was a prude. She seems disinterested in boys, partying, and thrills. They would never have guessed that it was because she was frigid that she could never hold a boyfriend. Jessica could climax. But it was with difficulty. It was only with the active help of her friends and medical appliances that she finally was able to experience her first total orgasm. "What do you girls want to drink?" Jessica asked. "Scotch on the rocks, if you have it," Trisha answered. "Of course we have it," Jessica responded. "I'll just have some water or orange juice," Susan said. "I'm in training." "Well, just give me a cold beer," Samantha asked. "I feel like beer and pizza. Just want to be 'one of the boys,' if you know what I mean?" "Yes," Jessica replied. "At least I think that I do. So, tell me about this virtual reality thing. I understand that one can put on some headgear and induce all sorts of sensations. I also understand that some part of the brain is the seat for sexual orgasms?" "I don't know the physiology or the psychology of it," Sam responded, "but, yes, that is true. What is happening now is devices are being constructed with powerful, highly directional lines of magnetic force. This can alter the blood flow, since blood contains hemoglobin and hemoglobin contains iron. There is even talk of varying isotopes of Iron---the most stable of all elements and the one on the 'knee' of the stability curve. Yes, emotions and feelings of various sorts can be induced. But the work is still embryonic. Each individual has a different neural fabric. There are gross similarities, but each needs an individual pattern. This would be known as an individual's transfer function." With slightly slurred speech Trisha responds saying: "That's it. A transfer function. We need a transfer function, whatever that is." "It's not funny, Trish," Sam retorted. "I'm trying to be serious about having fun and you are being so flippant." "It was a long day, Sam," Trisha interjected. "But need I tell you and your aching ass?" Just then Sam did recollect her soreness, front and back. Sam had managed to keep her mind to the subject at hand. She avoided the temptation to pleasure herself or drop into some delightful slumber. Susan perked up. "I want to do some real experiments with this virtual reality stuff. You know---things where we can push a button and cum right away. There is only one problem. It's like I'm really into guys. Especially those swimmers with their totally shaved bodies. And somehow this all has to fit together." "I'm just into some relaxing release," Sam exclaimed. "I masturbate to relax. After school, there's no opportunity for anything else. I want to cum and go, like 'gas and go' for a car. I want the instant release and the mellow feelings. That is it. I can make it without a guy. After all, consider the physics nerds I study with and have classes with?" "I can cum until the cows come home," Trisha remarked. She was a bit tipsy and was staring at Jessica. "In fact, if you have a strap-on dildo, I could go right now. You girls have made me so uninhibited." "No problem," Jessica replied. She went to the bedroom and returned in black leathers with a huge penis strapped to her crotch. Trisha licked her lips and began undressing. While Sam and Susan watched, Jessica mounted Trisha on the couch. In a thrice Trish came. She came again and again until Jessica was exhausted from pumping her. The sun was just setting as the Saturnalia began. May 26, 2008