Alex didn’t know who else to ask. It was a delicate question. He and his girlfriend Laurie had what he considered a good sex life. Except ... Except he wasn’t sure she truly achieved ecstasy. Yes, she reached climax, of that he was certain, especially when he enjoyed her orally. And he did enjoy her that way. But the orgasms seemed somewhat demure. A bit restrained. She didn’t scream or cry out. A shiver, a sigh that was about it. He decided to be brave and approach his mentor, Professor T.

The professor was sympathetic to Alex’s concerns. “Some women need a little more to reach their full potential,” he told Alex.

“More? What sort of more?”

“A vibrator is one possibility. When carefully and judiciously applied, it can work wonders.”

“That sounds great,” Alex said. “But where would I get such a vibrator?”

“I happen to have one I can loan to you.”

“You have a vibrator?”

“Several. I’ll bring you one that is almost certain to work wonders on your blond angel.”

The next day after class, Professor T handed Alex a brown paper sack. “Fresh batteries,” he said. “And once you start don’t stop, no matter what she says.”

“But how do I keep her from simply rejecting it?”

Professor T smiled. “A glass of wine might help. Or two glasses.”

“Understood,” said Alex.

On the way home he bought a bottle of Laurie’s favorite wine. He had the wine chilled and ready by bedtime.

“What’s the occasion?” Laurie asked when Alex handed her a glass.

“Our love for each other,” Alex said.

“You’re so sweet,” Laurie said.

“But first I have something to show you. He handed her his glass of wine. “Hold that for a moment. It’s a bit of a surprise, so sit on the bed and close your eyes.

Laurie did as Alex asked, sitting on the edge of the bed holding both glasses of wine.

“Are your eyes closed?”

Laurie assured Alex that her eyes were closed.

“Now try not to spill,” he said, and he extracted the vibrator from the sack, which he’d hidden underneath the bed. He moved it into position. Laurie’s legs weren’t spread as much as he thought might be ideal, but he toggled the on button and pressed the vibrating head to the uppermost part of Laurie’s sex.

“Alex—” Laurie started to say, but it came out more an “Ah.” Then, “What are you ... What are you ... Ah. Ah. Ah.” She clamped her legs tight but Alex kept the pressure applied. Laurie’s ah’s changed to oh’s. Her legs slipped apart. Alex was able to work the device at either side of Laurie’s sex, and just above her clitoris, moving it here and there but always maintaining contact. Within a minute Laurie was coming. “Stop now,” she said, but Alex didn’t stop. Laurie screamed. A warbly, throaty scream, but certainly a scream of pleasure. “No more, no more,” Laurie pleaded. Alex paid her protests no heed. The third climax came hard upon the second. The fourth followed almost immediately, as did the fifth and sixth.

At last Alex stopped. Laurie was lying back on the bed, whimpering, her legs spread, a river of girl cum flowing from her open cunt. Both wine glasses were empty.

“My love, my love, my love,” he sang to her.

“I hate you,” she said. “I hate you so much.”