Author: Peter Love, April 1997

Paula walked into Art's office with eleven sheets of paper in her hand. "Art, take a look at this and see what you think? I pulled it off the Internet from the University of Washington's safe sex material, Society for Human Sexuality. Looks interesting! and found this and this." Art thanked her and headed for his office. An hour later he emerged with the papers and told her to call for more information: ABCO Research Associates, P.O. Box 356, Monticello, IL 61856-0354, Phone: (217) 3762-2141 or (800) 2353-6135.

The original article had been published in "Penthouse" in 1987, titled, "SYBIAN: Plug into the Ultimate Joy Ride," by Jessica West. It had taken Dave Lampert 14 years of research to design and perfect this robotic penis. "This is no toy," Lampert asserted. "It's a breakthrough in artificial intercourse and has been thoughtfully designed to serve as a satisfying sexual substitute for women without partners or enhancement of sexual relations for couples, and as a therapeutic aid when used by qualified sex therapists who work with pre- or anorgasmic women."

Paula called the 800 number and requested more information, and it arrived in less than a week. Art never paid attention to testimonials, as any seller of snake oil could pay off or find gullible people even with a doctorate to say how wonderful it was, and therefore he was not one to put any credibility into non-scientific testimonials for any product. However, this material was published in "Penthouse" in 1987, and it had been demonstrated at Couples '87. Lampert had invited interested women and couples to visit his hotel suite and try Sybian in privacy. After reading the sheath of materials, Art walked back out to Paula, placed the material on her desk and said, "Order them!" Them? What did he mean, them?

There were two machines: the Sybian for women and the Venus II for men. The Sybian listed for approximately $1,300 and the Venus II for $1,100. After Paula's shock subsided, Art continued, "We'll order the Sybian for women first, and if it meets our standards we will order the Venus II for men." Paula felt herself beginning to tingle at the thought of the machine. In fact, she was so aroused that she had to leave her desk and go relieve her sexual tension in the rest room. She could hardly wait to tell the other women about the new machine and wondered how long it would take before it was received. She had asked about a shipping date and was told that it would be shipped immediately after their check, personal, business, or certified, cleared the bank.

That night at spa time before either Art or Jude had joined them, Paula excitedly spread the news of the new machine. Frank had stopped in as had John to enjoy the relaxation and arousal of seeing the women in their wet lingerie. Dave and Steve almost in unison spoke up, "Okay, but what about us guys? Do we have to be jealous of a damn machine?" Frank and John nodded their heads in assent.

Paula, who had read every word of the promotional material, assured the guys that they could also take part in the sexual activity because they could sit facing their partner and cuddle, hold or stimulate breasts or other parts of the body. "Not only that," Paula continued, "there is also a machine for men called the Venus II, and Art is going to order it if the Sybian works out. The promotion material said the machines were also to enhance couples' sex, not replace it. Besides, sometimes you guys aren't around or in the mood for sex when we want it. Think of poor Anita having to wait for the weekend to have her sexual urges taken care of when she drives back to Kansas City to be with Darren." The guys indicated they understood Anita's predicament.

Anita spoke up, "Don't worry about me as I can always take care of mine in the spa over the jets. If you guys are so all-fired concerned about me, why haven't any of you offered to take care of me?"

Through this entire conversation, Pam was very quiet. She was not very mechanical, but she was horny. Sometimes John petered out before she had enough. That was the blessing of a woman's ability for multiple orgasms when she needed more and her mate was discovered snoring. Of course, she was not averse to satisfying her extended needs with a vibrator or her own fingers.

Nonetheless, the machine sounded like something out of this world. The United Postal Service truck screeched to a halt outside the clinic, and Paula saw the driver lift a rather heavy container that from all appearances fit the size description of the Sybian. Paula was sure what it was, and before the delivery man was in the door her panties were already collecting the heated secretions of her vagina. Dave and Steve were nowhere to be found, and they would be the ones to uncrate it and set it up.

"Damn," she thought, "Sure hope it won't take long. I wonder who will be first to try it out and how we'll do it?" Paula couldn't possibly realize the potential this machine had for changing all their lives as well as those of their patients. Well, time would tell.

Dave and Steve finally arrived at the clinic after their last class of the day. Paula was immediately on their case to get it uncrated and operating. Dave and Steve accepted the task of undressing their competition and checking it out. It looked like a small pony saddle attached to the top of an enclosure that held the motion mechanism. The entire unit sat on the floor or other stable surface. In the appropriate position there was a "joy stick" penis or dildo that could be covered with a condom or used as is.

The machine must be cleaned and sanitized carefully after each use, especially with multiple users. The man could sit on the front of the machine facing its user and be at the perfect height for oral or digital nipple and breast stimulation. One could use the machine nude or clothed in a skirt. Jeans and slacks would, of necessity, most likely have to be removed, and panties might just get in the way enough to irritate the vagina so should also be removed. Hooray for the crotchless panties sold at Frederick's and at The Nelson Clinic. The clinic had a good supply on hand of all sizes and colors from which staff and their patients could choose.

Anita's first question was regarding what would happen when she used the machine and uncontrollably squirted when she experienced an orgasm. Dave had already thought of this group of peeing women and had concluded that it was well sealed and would be safe for those who chose to or those who automatically peed when they climaxed. "Ooo, that's good," Anita smirked and cooed, "When do we begin testing this machine? We don't dare allow our patients access to it until we are, oh, just 100% sure of its idiosyncracies or dangers, do we? I volunteer to be first as I haven't had sex for all week and it's getting to me."

The orgasm queen, horny Paula's lips protruded into a pout. "Wait a darn minute, I'm the one who discovered it on the Net and I think I should go first. You can all watch if you wish because I think it would be good if we all watched each other to get the idea of how it works and how it feels."

Just to incite the group to riot, Jude said she ought to be first because as corporate owners she and Art were paying for it. The five women, who had never faced the idea that they might be slightly to significantly oversexed, growled with resentment until Jude said she was just teasing. She added, "I really do think that if this works we all owe a debt of gratitude to Paula for discovering this machine. And apart from your personal use, I think you three sex therapists are going to find your job much easier in coaxing orgasms from stubborn female genitalia. However, our concern should really be for our patients and not ourselves, and therefore only thought of as a fringe benefit for staff."

Dave and Steve, the staff engineers, set up the machine in Art's office and it was decided that each night after spa time Art's office was reserved for a session with Sybian for one staff member and mate if so desired. To make it a fair choice Art had taken numbers 1-6 and put them in his hat, held it above their heads and each drew her number. Michelle drew first and came up with #3. Paula smiled. Pat drew next and came up with #5. Paula smiled again. Pam and Anita drew and came up with #2 and #4 respectively. Paula's smile became a huge grin. However, Paula selected #6 and therefore the last one to try out the machine. Everyone knew that Jude's number would automatically be #1 and so she didn't even bother to reach into the hat.

Then the bartering began. Paula grabbed Jude by the arm and said she would give up a day of her vacation to exchanging her #6 for Jude's #1 pick. Everyone else was satisfied, so Jude decided to keep peace in their little family of associates and traded Paula. Then Pam said she would like to trade her #2 for Jude's #6 so that she could enjoy all the others and learn more about the machine before testing it herself. So it was now all settled.

"Okay, Paula, you ready for the ride of your life," quipped Michelle. "For once in my life I would love to see you totally and completely satisfied, if that's possible." Spa time after hours was replaced with Sybian time and all collected in Art's office. Because Frank and John had heard about the affair with the new machine they were in attendance, Paula left her white uniform on but removed her panties. She didn't know why, but it just seemed more proper. That was unusual in itself because propriety was foreign to Paula. The dildo was covered with a condom and K-Y jelly applied in spite of Paula's carping that she didn't need it because she was already adequately lubed. She straddled the machine and let herself down on the dildo cautiously. Steve sat in front of her and she held the controls in trembling hands. She was already so aroused that the displacement of the dildo in her vagina made her almost cum just sitting on it anticipating the joy ride to follow.

Steve put his arms around her and told her how much he loved her and wished her to have a glorious experience. Paula smiled and turned on the machine, and then increased its motion, and increased it again a few moments later. Michelle guessed from having watched Paula cum so many times when they were coed roommates at the dorm that it would take her less than 10 seconds to have her first orgasm. She was correct, and from then on for the next 12 minutes is was nothing but a series of orgasms, moaning, and groaning. Steve just held her tightly and whispered loving things into her ear as she had orgasm after orgasm. Dave leaned over to Michelle and whispered that someone must have reversed the polarity of Paula's batteries putting them in her backwards. Therefore, as the little, pink Duracell bunny kept going and going, Paula kept cuming and cuming. Finally, Paula turned off the machine to a horde of questions about how it felt.

After she calmed down she answered, "Well, it felt like nothing I have ever experienced before, not only in how many times I came but in the depth of the orgasms. Actually, it was more like when Steve massages my G-spot and I rub my clit at the same time, only this is ten times more efficient and you can concentrate on the enjoyment rather than having to create it." Steve helped Paula to her feet and there was loud applause. Her final comments were, "If I knew I could never ride that thing again I'd get back on it right now and not give it up. However, as long as I work here and we have this machine around, I'll try not to wear out my vagina with it. Right now I am so shaky I can hardly stand up."

Now the ice had been broken and the next night it was Jude's turn, or at least they thought it was. However, Jude said that Art had brought the machine home with them last night and they had done their experimenting alone. Therefore, it was Michelle's turn. Of course Michelle was not ready for her turn and had not prepared her mind for the joy ride. Being the scientist and the experimenter she was, she wanted time to think and outline her own questions to herself. "Won't someone else take my turn?" she asked forlornly. Anita had been sexually starved for four days and willingly traded with Michelle.

Although Frank and John were not there for this testing, Anita was more modest than Paula, Pat, and Pam. For one thing she knew that if she came she would pee, and to date Pat and Pam had never witnessed this phenomenon of her inability to keep from squirting when she had an orgasm. Therefore, like Paula she just took off her panties and got into position. Jude handed her the controls, and with only several easy thrusts and twists of the machine, Anita and the machine united and became as one. Dave seriously offered to pinch-hit for Darren and stimulate her breasts which she politely refused, saying she wanted to totally concentrate on the arousal and enjoyment provided only by the machine.

Unlike Paula, Anita began at a very slow pace, shut her eyes like she was enjoying her favorite dessert and let the machine drone on. However, sooner than she could imagine she was floating on a cloud in what seemed like an out-of-body experience, and then she felt the familiar grip of her contracting cervix and the spurt that her contractions forced out of her. She came quickly and violently with much grimacing and moaning. The others hoped it was as good for them as it appeared to be for Paula and Anita. Anita kept the controls low and just sat in ecstasy minute after minute sopping up the enjoyment that was being transmitted to her excited genitalia.

She had stopped counting orgasms because they came so fast, but with the slow machine speed they also were long lasting and very deep and satisfying. Finally, she felt complete and satiated and turned off the machine. Both Steve and Dave helped her to her feet, and like Paula, Anita was very shaky and fatigued, but very happy and totally relaxed. As before, the group asked questions of those who had tried it. Michelle asked Paula if the machine had made her sore from the intense speed she had used. No, it hadn't. Anita was asked by Pat if her orgasms were different from her usual ones apart from number and frequency. Yes, they were deeper and more satisfying even at that slow speed.

The next night it was Michelle's turn. Everyone had been waiting for her to try the machine. First of all she was very intuitive, very verbally expressive, very introspective, and very scientific in her approach to herself as well as her patients and life in general. Michelle was quite sure that she would not have an orgasm without her breasts being stimulated so asked Dave to sit in front of her but not touch her until she gave him the okay. After adjusting herself on the saddle and dildo, like Anita, she turned it on and set it to a slow movement. It felt soothingly good immediately, darn good, she told the group. Then she shut her eyes and just let the machine love her. In typical Michelle fashion, she was aroused quickly and her vaginal juices began to run down the aprons of the saddle, but she was too far into the pleasure to care what anyone saw or thought.

Like Paula, Michelle discovered it was much like the G-spot massage she got from Dave only she didn't seem to have to direct the machine to the spot like she often had to do with Dave. Without any warning the unthinkable happened. Michelle had a gut- wrenching orgasm without any breast stimulation. As the machine continued she found herself wanting to pee very badly as each orgasm approached, tried to hold it back, but to no avail. Each orgasm produced a wetness that had now soaked the entire bottom half of her body as well as part of Dave. The machine was stopped and another experiment was completed. One of the women asked her how it felt. She was too out of it to even recognize the voice. "All I can say is that it is like nothing I have ever experienced before, and Dave had better start saving his money to by me one of my own. I don't want to have to come down here when I want to be stimulated."

Pat was ready the next night for her turn. Her R.N. duties of over 20 years had removed any modesty she might have had. She invited Frank to come and sit on the machine with her and wanted the others to have full view of how her body reacted to the pleasuring by the machine. Therefore, she wore only her bra. As the vibrating thrusts began slowly, they watched her body respond to the stimulation. Immediately her nipples became taut, then her stomach muscles tightened followed by her buttocks muscles. Her head was pulled back by unseen hands, and her breasts were aroused to a higher degree than Pat could remember. Frank finally leaned forward and just hugged her and held her as she crossed the divide from earth to heaven.

Pat's first marriage was a sexual failure. Other than her own hands, and now her dating Frank, he was the only satisfying sexual excitement she had had in all her 30 years since puberty brought her to an awareness of her sexuality. Like the others, Pat moved into a zone of almost continuous orgasms, with neither a marked ending or a beginning. She had tried to pay attention to her emotional feelings and sexual sensations, but gave both her body and her mind over to the machine. She felt she was its slave and she didn't want to be redeemed, just sit there and shiver and convulse in ecstasy. When the machine was turned off, there was again a barrage of questions. She held up a finger and said weakly, "I can't answer any of your questions, both because I can't and because I don't want to break into the comforting, beautiful aura that surrounds me."

Pam was last but certainly not least. On previous nights she had witnessed the others' orgasms and heard their comments. She cared about neither of these because she didn't care about explanations, just feelings. Pam was not modest and had decided she was most comfortable nude. The machine began its incessant arousal and Pam responded by just sitting there looking into John's eyes and feeling the touch of his hands on her breasts. It was so pleasurable that she really didn't care if she had an orgasm or not. She moved the control up a notch and to her surprise she began to become almost frantic in her arousal. Her body demanded to cum fast and to cum now. She finally relaxed and allowed her body and the machine to overcome her mental restraints. Pam was always quiet when she climaxed, but today it was impossible.

Upon her first orgasm she twisted and writhed on the machine and uttered strange noises--strange even to her. Then a series of orgasms took over and by the time she had completed at least five, she also was in a state of continual orgasmic contractions. John held her tightly as she convulsed time and time again. Finally, he took the controls from her limp hand and shut it off. She did not move. Her body was soaked with perspiration which was running down her neck and back. It was also running down the cleavage of her breasts to her heaving tummy. John helped her to her feet and led her quaking to an office chair where she could regain her equilibrium. "Had enough?" John asked. She forced out the words, "My body has, but my mind hasn't. Next time I won't be such a pig and try to capture every sexual sensation. I worked too hard at it this time. Next time it will be different." There was applause.

While John was helping Pam get her clothes back on, Art asked the group, "Well, should we send the machine back?" He was greeted with a chorus of eleven loud negative shouts. Art smiled, "Well, I guess I had better add my no to yours to make it unanimous. Should we order the Venus II for you men?" Another chorus of voices shouted, "Yes!" Michelle closed the final experiment, saying, "Apart from our own personal pleasure which we would all gladly pay our part of the purchase price, I think this is to date the finest vaginal stimulator in the world, and our patients will receive the greatest benefits. We all had very successful sex lives before Sybian. Most of those we see here at the clinic do not have, and some never have experienced what God gave to us to enjoy -- SEX."

The End