Fanny trembled, on the outside, but even more inside. "But it's our job to control it, to study it."
"I think that can only get us so far. I think to really reach our sexual potential, we have to give in to the passion."
Fanny was breathless. "But that's so, it's too … personal. Not scientific at all."
"Maybe that's the point. Science can only take us so far. We need to give in to our feelings to be truly fulfilled."
"Feelings?" The word scared her.
"I have feelings for you, Fanny."
"Sexual feelings?" Her thighs seemed to spread of their own will.
"Sexual feelings, of course. You're a very sexy woman, Fanny. But that's not all. I think I'm falling for you."
"Oh, Peter."
"And I think you're falling for me, too."
She stepped away, bumping into the back of the couch. "But we can't …"
"I'm going to make love to you, Fanny. I'm going to make you lose control." He grabbed her hips and lifted her, sitting her on the back of the couch. Then stepping between her legs, he positioned his fat head at her opening and slid his hard length inside.
He filled her completely, then pushed deep, all the way to the hilt.
She was so ready, one brush of her clit sent her over the edge. She spasmed, ecstasy seizing every muscle, making her scream.
Peter kept moving, holding her up on the couch, pumping in and out, his sack slapping against her. When her orgasm started to subside, he brought his hand to her, circling her clit, sending her over the edge again.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he lowered his head, capturing one nipple with his lips, nipping with his teeth, first one then the other. When her third orgasm hit, he just held her close and let her scream into his shoulder.
"I don't think I can take anymore," Fanny said between screams.
He didn't stop. Plunging and kissing. Nipping and fucking.
Fanny's head swam. She couldn't tell where one orgasm left off and the next started. It was all so delicious, all so out of control. She sobbed. She giggled. She screamed Peter's name.
He wrapped his arm around her and flipped her, bending her over the couch. Grasping a breast in each hand, he unceremoniously shoved his cock back inside, as if he'd die if he waited another second. "Oh, God, Fanny. I don't know how I have been able to keep from fucking you like this. You've been driving me insane."
Insane was the word.
She couldn’t speak. Couldn't think. She could only feel.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the thick fullness of him sliding in and out, making her body bounce forward and back with his thrusting, his balls slapping her, the soft couch material tickling her, another impossible wave building, cresting.
"I'm back!" Chastity's breathy voice was accompanied by the telltale pop of a bottle of Astroglide.
Fanny managed to open her eyes, and peered around the side of Peter's pumping ass to see Chastity strapping on a black, slender anal dildo with primal rotating nubbin action. She was going to give Peter the Anal-yzer XMSS!
While Peter fucked Fanny from behind, she was going to give it to Peter! Then maybe later they could both do Fanny!! And then Fanny could strap it on and give it to Peter!!! And then Chastity!!!! And then ... endless exclamation points dissolved into another crashing orgasm, and all Fanny could do was hold on to the couch cushion and scream.
!!!!!!!!!!!
The Luxury Room was busy for the next six hours. It took a cleaning crew three more hours to make it usable again. All Institute classes were cancelled for the afternoon, and the streaming video feed from the monitoring station attached to the Luxury Room was broadcast throughout the building and recorded for later therapeutic purposes. There were so many climaxes, a government committee was set up to study excessive orgasmic activity's contribution to global warming.
For the next month, everywhere Peter, Chastity and Fanny went in the Institute, they were soundly applauded. In fact, their performance was so roundly appreciated that Hoyt Seimann lifted the personal relationship rule so Peter and Fanny could make more videos showing clients how to surrender themselves to passion.
And surrender to passion, Peter and Fanny did, exploring each other's bodies and hearts. And all of it was very, very personal.
Chastity slid easily into her new position at the Institute, though management was careful to keep her away from premature ejaculation cases.
Speaking of which, Bob Diddle is now able to live life without rubber underwear, though he will always be a sixty-second man.
Shay and Rod got married on Institute property. Hoyt Siemann personally presented the happy couple with their very own Womanizer, so they would be able to switch genders at will and try every possible sexual combination. Shay was also given a part-time job at the Institute working with people struggling with gender identity issues. He continues to love a wide assortment of objects shoved up his bunda.
We now leave these good people happy and fulfilled, their beloved Institute back on safe ground.
…at least until the sequel.
THE END!
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