The Experiment (Part One)

I don’t know where this came from, but here’s how it begins…

We had been friends for years. I was like one of the guys with Ari and Mikael. I had always had more male friends than female friends, because I was a tomgirl. I did not like talking about clothes and I found women sometimes quite boring to hang out with.

With the boys we shared same kind of sense of humor and we joked and laughed a lot when we were spending time together. It was harmless and fun. We played computer games and they got always so pissed off when I beat them. I said that they thought with their dicks and that was the reason why I was better than they in the games that needed a lot of brain and concentrating.

Fun times. Innocent fun. Great connection between three friends.

We hardly talked about sex in a serious way. We just joked about it. Or recently, the lack of it. Both of them had been single for a while and I had left my boyfriend few months ago because I felt that I was not in love with him. I just spent time with him, just like with Ari and Mikael and it did not feel fair for him to let him think that we were more than friends. I felt bad for calling him my boyfriend. Sitting on the coach and watching TV was not exactly the greatest love affair of my life.

So it had been a while for all of us.

Maybe that was the reason why it all happened.

I can’t really explain it. It just… happened.

We were watching some stupid movie, eating pizza and popcorn and drinking soda and spending the warm summer Sunday afternoon at Ari’s place. When the first sex scene in the movie hit the screen boys began to wonder how many orgasms women can get in a row.

They were like, damn, we need at least 10 minutes to recover, but women, goddammit, they can go on forever… Multiple orgasms… Their eyes got dreamy and soft every time they said ‘multiple orgasm’.

As a woman, I naturally had to tease them. I laughed at them, telling them cruelly the cold facts about woman’s anatomy: women can come as many times as man can make them. There are no limits. Zero. Nada. They can take as much pleasure as they were offered by their generous lover. No big deal. Not for women anyway.

“What if you had two men making love to you, all night long? Do you think you could take it?” Ari said. Mikael joined him. “Would you pass out of exhaustion and pleasure? What would happen?”

“How the fuck could I know?” I shrugged. “I have never done it with two men.” After a pause I joked, pretending to look miserable. “And sad but true, I probably never will.”

No, really. I could not do it. It would feel like… cheating… or dirty… or too much like some pathetic porn movie.

I grimaced. Yuk. Hell, no.

But after the thought had been carelessly cast to my head, it burned a hole in there and more thoughts began to flow through to my mind. I fell silent and turned my eyes back to the movie because I began to worry they would see the sudden uncertainty from my eyes.

Ari and Mikael fell silent, too. The atmosphere in the room changed slightly. Eventually Mikael shifted on his seat, like he was having difficulties in his pants. I wanted to laugh, but the laughter never came from my mouth. He did not give up and insisted me to think about it seriously. Now they both were looking at me, like expecting more from me.

“Yeah, but think about it. Would you be able to come… like 10 times in a row? Is it physically possible and how good would it feel for you? Do you think it would begin to be painful eventually?”

I shrugged, but the thought made me shiver.

“Fuck, it would be cool to know,” he continued. “Has anybody ever done it? Like outside porn movies?”

Ari was just as fascinated with the idea.

“Like 20 orgasms in a row? That would make you sore, right? I think my dick would drop off, if I had that much sex. If I could have a boner for so many times in a row…” He seemed way too enthusiastic about it. “Nope, I can’t believe I could do it, not even when I was crazy horny teenager.” It was his turn to be miserable.

But that was how it all began.

They said that they just want to know.

They said we are friends and we could do it. That they would make me come as many times as it was physically possible for me. (And for them.) They want to see how stuff works, with their own eyes. (And dicks.)  They were two curious boys suddenly, age of 8.

Good God, I thought. Are they for real? Who are these guys and what did they do to my old friends? That we would just do it, have hell of a fun while at it – and never talk about it again. Just one, little, sexy empiric test that stays between these walls. Forever. The only rule: they are as gentle as possible, nothing kinky and I am not allowed to touch them.

They do me. Over and over again.

First I was horrified. I began to walk back and forth in the room and shouting at them that they are both crazy. That it would be the very end of our friendship. Nothing would ever be the same again. We would be fucked. Literally and metaphorically. We could never, ever do it!

But as I spoke about it my imagination began to conjure images in my head how they would make love to me, changing turns, over and over again, until I was covered with sweat, filled with lust and exhausted with immensurable pleasure. I could not look at them when I noticed that I was actually turned on. I had been without sex for several weeks and so were the boys.

In theory, we could have fun this afternoon together.

No! It would be a huge risk.

We might lose our friendship forever.

I did not want to lose it.

I used the bathroom and leaned my head against the cold tiles. I inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled. I saw one of the guys licking my clit while the other was sucking my breasts.

Fuck.

Four hands touching me all over. Two tongues, two dicks. Taking turns to fuck me. They would do it again. And again. As long as their dicks are in one piece. My pussy convulsed, the wetness was pooling between my legs.

I made my decision. It was time to tell it to Ari and Mikael.

I walked back to the room and told the guys that if we do it, we make a written contract and promise to keep quiet about it for the rest of our lives. Nobody would never, ever mention it again. We make harmless, kinky threesome science, but after that, we return back to normal.

Women can get curious, too, you know.

I wanted to know…

We just do it to see what happens. If we can make it. Do it. Enjoy it. Have fun. If it is not fun, we quit. If our bodies cannot perform, we quit. We will use safe word. If one of us wants to stop, we stop. Immediately. Even if the word is spoken before nothing has yet happened.

Yeah. Let’s fucking do it.

If we have enough condoms.

I wanted condoms.

Ari confessed he had condoms in his closet more than enough and Mikael said he had a few in his wallet. Okay then. I think I had some in my purse, but they were so old they had probably expired. I hadn’t used them with my boyfriend in a long time.

We made the contract on computer, printed it and signed it. We were officially going to do it. We were extremely nervous after the paper was signed, but I could see that we were also strangely turned on. Both Ari and Mikael had big bulges in their jeans. I was so wet I began to worry it was showing through my jeans. To have sex with two lovers at the same time was a fantasy that I had hardly had the guts to fantasize about, not to mention to actually do it.

Ari went to kitchen and came back with a bottle of bourbon. He poured drinks for us and we toasted to ourselves and then it was time to go to the bedroom. They followed me quietly when I walked towards the bed. I opened my jeans while walking and took them off before I sat down to Ari’s bed. It was big bed and we would have more than enough room there to do our experiment.

We did not need to be romantic, so I continued to strip for them and threw my shirt over my head. They stared at me for a while and they both began to undress. Soon they were staring at me with their one-eyed dicks. They both had a raging hard on… No matter how awkward this situation was for all of us, they were ready to do it.

To do me.

To do the fucking experiment.

To make me come as many times as possible.

Just to see what happens. If I live to tell. NO, not tell. We would never talk about this again. Not with each other, not with other people. This was between us, right?

Mikael walked to me first. He helped me to lean back on the bed and kissed me. He was shy first but when I opened my mouth for him he became bolder and deepened the kiss. He was actually very good at kissing. I had no idea… It felt wrong to kiss him, but it also felt good.

I didn’t have time to think about if for long, because soon Ari kneeled beside the bed, pulled my panties off, opened my legs gently with his hands and began to eat my pussy. Just like that. Nobody said one word. Not even the safe word. We just went for it. His tongue was feasting my core, flickering over my clit wildly or then he was filling my pussy with his tongue, like a snake.

Jesus, I did not know that he was such a master giving oral. I was not sure if I even wanted to know, but I was already panting so hard I dipped my head against the mattress and whimpered with pleasure. It was better than any day dream or fantasy I had ever had in my head.

I was flooding. When Ari pressed his tongue piercing against my clit and began to circle around it and massage me wildly, I was screaming without a voice, my mouth open, unable to do nothing but desperately trying to breath. In the meanwhile Mikael had managed to open my bra and he was circling my nipples with his tongue, one after another. My body squirmed uncontrollably and they had to hold me harder to keep me still. I would reach my first orgasm any moment… I tensed and the spark ignited inside me: nothing was going to stop it.

“C’mon, let’s hear it…” Ari mumbled between his tongue work. “Give us the number one, so we can get to business. He pushed his two fingers into my wet pussy, just in time to feel how they had made me come, just like that. Perfect combination of two tongues on my skin.

It was exhilarating. Fucking amazing.

“One,” laughed Mikael and kept on sucking my nipples. My spine arched and my breasts felt heavy with blood. Needing more of this, blissful agony.

Oh, God.

“Well done,” Ari said, with a smile in his voice and began to get ready to fuck me.