Three Minutes "Three minutes? It only takes you three minutes??" Vicky shrieked. "Shhh!" Lynn hissed, looking around to be sure no one else was seated nearby. "Yes, three or four, maybe five. Why? How long does it take you?" Vicky blushed slightly. "Well, I've never timed it," she said. "But what's the point of rushing? I like to be sensual and enjoy all of the feelings, not just orgasm. I don't even bother masturbating unless I know I'll have an hour or more, and if I come, that's great. But if not, then at least I've had a good time." Now it was Lynn's turn to be astonished. "You masturbate - for an HOUR? And you don't even COME?" "Try it sometime, you silly. We're not talking about a race here, so why rush to the finish line? Now listen, I need to get back to work. Thanks for lunch! It's a great way to start the week." *** Lynn awoke on Saturday morning feeling horny. She didn't have a partner at the moment, but as the song says, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with!" She yawned and stretched, then reached over and got a squirt of lube from the pump bottle on her dresser. She lay back and began moving the fingertips of her right hand in circles around her clitoris, starting slowly but soon picking up speed. Within one minute, her clitoris was erect and this was beginning to feel very good indeed. Within two minutes, she had moved her left hand down to her vagina and begun sliding two fingers in and out while her right hand continued its circles. Her hips were pushing up against her hands and everything was feeling wonderful when she remembered her conversation with Vicky. With some difficulty, Lynn stopped masturbating and thought about what Vicky had said. Would it really be better if she made it last longer? What could Vicky possibly be doing for a whole hour? There was no way she could continue what she'd been doing - she'd be spent after five minutes. What else could she do? "If I'm going to do this for an hour, I'll need some mood music," she thought. She got out of bed and put three of her favorite CDs in the player and turned it on. "There, that should keep playing for a while." Then she opened the closet and dug out the jelly rubber double dildo she had received as a gag gift some time ago and had never used. She also grabbed a towel to have handy. She lay back on the bed and looked at the bright green twelve-inch dong in her hand. "What's your name?" she asked it. It didn't reply. "That's okay," she told it, "better the quiet type than a guy who only talks about himself." She rubbed the head of it up and down her labia and started to insert it, but found she needed more lubrication. "Okay, I can do this," she thought. "An hour? Might as well start slow." She brought her hands up to her breasts, caressing them and kneading them gently. When she felt her nipples begin to erect, she included rubbing and pinching them in her ministrations. This made her feel pleasantly warm and she began moving her hands further, all over her torso, but always coming back to her breasts. Soon she realized this feeling had reached a plateau - she had succeeded in mildly arousing herself, but her breasts by themselves weren't going to take her any further. "Have I at least filled fifteen minutes?" she wondered, and looked at the clock. "Shit!" It had only been five minutes! She couldn't believe it, and turned the clock around so she wouldn't torture herself further. "Okay, I can do this," she repeated, and reached for the lube again. She moved her now-slippery fingers back to her vulva, but didn't go straight for her clitoris this time. Instead she tried to tease herself, to prolong the session. She slid one finger up and down just inside her labia, as she had done earlier with the dildo. She jumped as she brushed her clitoris on the upstroke - yes, that was nice. Parting her outer lips with her left hand, she moved her right index finger along her inner lips, first one side and then the other. She let the finger slip inside her vagina and enjoyed the sensation, but didn't leave it there yet. Instead she continued her leisurely explorations, trying to forget about the clock on the dresser. She soon noticed that her arousal was increasing. Her vulva felt hot to the touch and her clitoris was once again erect. Most importantly, one or two fingers tentatively entering her cunt weren't able to satisfy her any longer. It was time for the dildo. She picked it up and talked to it again. "You need a name. I think I'm going to call you Brad Pitt." She examined Brad carefully, trying to decide which of his two heads to use, and concluded that they were identical. She rubbed her slippery hand over the nearest head, although extra lubrication was no longer necessary, and then slowly began to fuck herself with it. Brad was a "realistic" model dildo, meaning each head was penis-shaped, with ridges of skin, and veins on the shared shaft. She gasped with pleasure as the head slipped inside her sensitive cunt. She was longing to plunge in as much of it as she could take, but forced herself to go slowly and concentrate on every sensation. She fucked herself with just the head at first, loving the way the corona felt as it repeatedly slid against the top of her vaginal opening. Was this her G-spot? Probably not, that was supposed to be farther inside, but this felt good anyway. When she could resist no longer, she allowed Brad to begin penetrating her more deeply. Although not impossibly thick, it was a decent width, and felt wonderful as it stretched her cunt going inside. Switching to her left hand, she moved Brad in and out, letting it go in just a fraction of an inch deeper on each stroke. With her right hand, she began to alternately tweak her nipples and stroke her clitoris. She really did lose track of time now, reveling in the sensations. Suddenly she realized that Brad had gone where no man had gone before - she had taken over half its length inside her and could take no more. Her vaginal muscles squeezed the intruder with delight. She took hold of it in her right hand again, and began pumping fiercely, pistoning it into herself with long, hard strokes. She was moaning, loving the intense feeling that was not pain, but was more than just pleasure. "Oh, Brad," she called to her faceless lover. With her left hand she pinched and rolled her nipples, also almost but not quite to the point of pain. She moved her left hand down to her clitoris to give it the same treatment, but at the first touch realized she had better not touch it again, or this session would abruptly be over. She was amazed at how erect her clitoris was, straining to bring her to the natural goal of this activity. "Prolong the sensation," she remembered, and managed to slow Brad down to a more sustainable level. Trying to get a better grip, she encountered his other head and a wicked idea occurred to her. She slid it out until only a couple of inches remained in her cunt, then liberally lubed up the other head and began rubbing it around her anus. That felt good. She enjoyed anal stimulation, especially when she was already this worked up. Why had she never thought of using Brad for a double penetration? She continued her motion, stimulating herself as well as lubing up her anus, and then gently pressed the head into her anus until it finally popped in past her sphincter muscle. "Oh - oh - oh, yes!" The sensation was incredible. The first moment of anal penetration was always intense, and Brad's continued presence in her cunt made it even more so. She experimented with how to move it so that both ends could fuck her without slipping out. It wasn't really long enough for this. Finally she settled on a curved sliding stroke, only about an inch each way, which allowed it to move smoothly between the two openings while staying inside both of them. After three or four of these strokes she was surprised to feel her orgasm beginning. "No! Mustn't ... come!" She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. She fell back on the bed, panting. "Is this how a man feels when he comes too quickly?" Because she had tried to stop it, she hadn't got the full enjoyment of the orgasm, but nevertheless a physical release had occurred and her body, at least, was done. The part of Brad in her ass no longer felt erotic, just uncomfortable, and she removed it and wiped it clean with her towel. This caused the other end to move slightly within her cunt, and to her surprise it still felt really good. She'd never been able to have more than one orgasm before. If she touched her clit after coming, it was much too sensitive to be enjoyable. She hadn't thought that vaginal stimulation would be any different, but it was. She no longer desired the fast fucking she had been giving herself, but instead moved Brad slowly, gently, like a caring lover. This must be the feeling Vicky had described - sensual pleasure that seemed like it could go on for an eternity, without the strong urge to climax that Lynn herself usually felt while masturbating. "Brad, you're the best lover I've ever had," she murmured. She felt a little silly talking to a dildo, but the sound of her voice adding to the fantasy in her head was turning her on even more. "You feel so good inside me, you're so thick and hard... Ah, yes, give it to me, Brad!" By this time she had actually forgotten that time existed. She was surprised to find that she was again pumping Brad in and out as hard as before, and that she could come at any moment, or choose to prolong it until she was ready. This time she was determined to fully participate in and enjoy the moment of orgasm. She switched her left hand to Brad and with her right hand began making fast, tight circles around her clit. Her moans turned into grunts, and her hips were bucking wildly against both her hand and the dildo. "Ohhhh! Brad! I'm coming!" she shouted as fireworks went off under her closed eyes. Her orgasm seemed to last longer than any orgasm she'd ever had. She continued gently stroking her clitoris as she withdrew the dildo and lay back limp on the bed. It was several minutes before she was able to open her eyes and breathe normally again. *** Monday morning seemed to drag on for Lynn, until it was finally noon and time to meet Vicky for lunch. As she arrived at the restaurant, she could hardly wait to tell Vicky about her experiment. But Vicky spoke first. "Lynn! You'll never believe what I have to tell you. Remember last week, when we were talking about ..." she looked around, and lowered her voice, "... your three minutes? Well, I decided to try something new this weekend, and I came in only fifteen minutes! I just couldn't believe it! And I'll bet I can get faster with practice." "That's great, Vicky!" Lynn said. "And I have something to tell you, too."