The Whitney Sisters' Sexy Experiments

In the summer of 1958, the two daughters of university researchers conduct experiments on male sexuality. The beneficiary is a lucky young man named Murray.

Part One

It was late June of 1958. I, Murray Bennett, was looking forward to a restful summer with few responsibilities and plenty of fun. This certainly turned out to be the case —although it came from a wholly unexpected source.

Sometime around my birthday that January, the Whitney family had moved into a large house across the street at the end of my block. It consisted of the two parents and two girls. There was one sister whose first name I did not know. She had a younger sister, Olive, who was also older than I was.

In the five months they had been in my neighborhood, the Whitney family had developed a reputation of being slightly odd. They weren’t especially social, and they tended to let their lawn grow very long before mowing it. Newspapers piled up on their large veranda, too, without being taken into the house to read.

It was also unusual in 1958 to see a family in which both parents worked full-time jobs, but that was the case with the Whitneys. My mother, who was a bit on the nosey side, had somehow learned they both were employed at the major university located in a large city about 15 miles away. Apparently, one was a psychology professor while one was involved in the field of medical research. Thus, the two girls were alone for most of the day until their parents returned home from the halls of academia. They seldom ventured too far from their house. There was nothing especially noteworthy about the two girls. They were both rather plain. That might have been a charitable assessment as neither rated very high in the good-looks department.

At about 2 p.m. on Monday, June 23, 1958, I was walking to the neighborhood market. My route took me past the Whitney house. I had never had any interaction with any of its occupants before, but that didn’t stop the two girls, who were sitting on the veranda, from calling to me.

“Hey, you live halfway up the block on the other side of the street, right?” asked the older girl. I nodded and said yes.

“Do you want to earn a dollar by helping us with a science experiment? It won’t take too long.” The younger sister, Olive, giggled slightly upon hearing that last sentence.

That doesn’t sound like a lot of money today, but in 1958, a dollar had a great deal of purchasing power when the price of a candy bar was a mere nickel. She emphasized her point by waving a banknote at me.

“Alright,” I said, “as long as it doesn’t occupy my whole afternoon. What do I have to do?”

The older Whitney sister, whose name I learned was Nora, summoned me up the five stairs. I introduced myself as Murray Bennett. Once I was seated in a comfy chair, Nora explained what the two girls were doing. “When school resumes for me in September, ” she said, “I know I'll have to do a substantial science project as part of the course, so I figured I’d use my free time this summer to get a head start on it.”

I agreed that was a very efficient and sensible thing for her to do in her spare time.

Nora continued, “The topic I’ve chosen is male human sexuality, so I’m looking for subjects around your age to use to gather data.”

Once I heard the term “human sexuality,” I was transfixed. This was a subject that wasn’t even discussed very openly in 1958, but I assumed it was part of a science curriculum somewhere based on Nora’s idea for a project.

“Olive will be my assistant,” Nora continued. “To earn your dollar, you just have to honestly answer a series of survey questions we’ve designed and then participate in what should be a quick physical experiment which we supervise and study. Do you agree to be part of this survey and experiment in exchange for $1?”

Without a great deal of thought, I agreed.

“Great!” she and Olive both said. The each grabbed clipboards and pencils. “We can do the question part right here. For the experiment part, we’ll have to move elsewhere,” Nora informed me. I was offered a glass of cold lemonade, which I accepted. Nora told me to relax and reminded me to be fully honest with all my answers. “Don’t worry. Your real name won’t be used. All our subjects are given identification numbers. You are our first subject. Henceforth, you will be Subject #1.”

It all sounded rather formal and exciting, so I said I was ready to field their questions. The girls alternated their queries. The first few were very routine: name, age, general health inquiries, the size of my family, and so forth. Then they suddenly got very personal.

“Are you sexually active?” asked Olive.

I was taken aback slightly as I replied, “I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’ve never had sex with a girl despite my age, if that’s what you mean.”

“Do you masturbate?” Nora asked me with the same tone of voice she might use if she were asking me the time of day. I knew the meaning of masturbate because I was well read. I doubt many of my chums in 1958 would have known that word, however.

With some trepidation, I answered yes. Nora sensed I was ill at ease, but she insisted this type of question was necessary to make the data from the experiment meaningful. I accepted her explanation and waited for Olive’s follow-up question.

“Do you ejaculate?” she asked me.

“Yeah” I replied. “It feels good when it happens,” I added.

Nora said with a smile, “You answered my next question before I even asked it!”

Subsequent questions dealt with whether or not I had ever masturbated in a group, or had someone masturbate me, or watched anyone else masturbate. My answers were “no” each time. A few more topical inquiries into my personal life followed.

Nora told me all their questions for me were now complete, so all that remained was the related experiment. “We have to move to a more private area for the next part, ” she said. “The weather is lovely today. Let’s just move our chairs around to the backyard. It’s totally fenced in so privacy will not be a concern.” Before we went, Nora pulled a nickel from her pocket, tossed it, and let it fall to the ground. “It’s heads!” she said to Olive. “That means you will conduct the experiment. I’ll time it and take notes.” I did not know what the experiment entailed. Even the content of the girls’ survey questions did not give me any idea, although they certainly should have. I was a very naive young man on that memorable June day in 1958.

When we got to the backyard, Nora observed me in the lawn chair and opined that my sitting at the picnic table would “provide better support”—so that is where I relocated. Once seated, Nora got straight to the point.

She said, “Here is what will happen next, Murray. The experiment is to see how quickly Olive can masturbate you until you have an ejaculation. I will be the official timekeeper and note-taker. Please remove your pants and underwear, Murray. You may also remove your shirt if that makes you more comfortable.”

I had to ask Nora to repeat herself to make sure I had definitely heard what I thought I had heard.

“You want to earn the dollar, don’t you? asked Olive. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. It will be fun for me too.”

I could not—or would not—argue with that logic. Therefore, for the first time in my life, I disrobed in front of two older girls I barely knew for the purpose of sex. Then I sat back down at the picnic table buck naked.

“There are a couple of ground rules I have to inform you of before we start, ” Nora explained. “You are to keep your arms at your side throughout the experiment. Do not touch Olive. Do not actively try to suppress your ejaculation nor focus too hard on trying to achieve an ejaculation. Just allow nature to take its course. Olive will remain silent during this experiment, but you can be as noisy as you wish.” I nodded my consent. Even though Olive was far from being my dream girl—or likely anyone else’s—I was looking forward to receiving what I knew was called a hand job from her. Even more amazingly, I was getting paid by the girl to do it. Somehow, I always figured I’d have to pay for such a service!

Nora got her stopwatch and clipboard ready. Olive remained totally clothed. To my amusement, though, Olive pulled a large smock over her dress, presumably so my inevitable cum shot would not stain her clothing. She also pulled out a bottle marked “lube” and placed it on the table.

I sat there eagerly while Nora filled in the preliminary notes. She talked to herself, “Time of day...got it. Status of penis...semierect...got it. Ready, Olive? Apply some lube to Murray’s penis and I’ll activate the stopwatch.” Olive did. It felt thick and cool on my rising dick. Nora shouted, “Go!” and Olive did her stuff.

The lube covered my dick and Olive’s small hands. She began tugging at my penis first with her right hand and then with her left hand, and then with alternate hands. The pleasure that I was experiencing was sensational. I just had to mutter, “Oh, yeah! This is great, Olive! Keep on yanking my dick, girl. My dick has never felt so good.”

Olive abided by the rules and never said a word, but she did have a large, naughty smile on her face. She was enjoying the experience, too. I could feel my rod begin to pulsate. I declared, “You are going to make me come, Olive. Do it, girl! I’m going to blow my load any second now! Keep doing what you’re doing! Here it comes!”

At that point I fired a fairly large cum shot—most of which did strike the smock Olive had donned in case of such an occurrence. A small portion of my jism even hit the underside of her chin—which I thought was really sexy. Olive had stopped tugging, but I wasn’t quite through, so I asked her to continue the hand job until there was not a single drop of semen left in my shaft. She kept at it for about 30 seconds more until I slouched in exhaustion. Olive smiled at my reaction and sweetly kissed me on the left cheek. I don’t know if that was the way her portion of the experiment was supposed to conclude or not, but I enjoyed the gesture. I had an overwhelming urge to fondle Olive’s breasts, but I behaved myself.

I cleaned myself up with paper towels and some warm, soapy water the girls had thought in advance to provide. I just had to ask Nora for the main statistic: “How long did I last?”

“Your ejaculation began three minutes and 12 seconds after the stopwatch started, ” I was told. Hey, I was certainly happy with that number! I was afraid I’d come in about 20 seconds.

Nora then added, “You were a very good subject, Murray. If you like, you can come by tomorrow or sometime later on in the week for a similar second experiment and earn another dollar.”

“I think you’ll see me tomorrow, ” I replied. “In fact, I can pretty much guarantee that!”

“Make sure you wait at least 24 hours before stopping by, ” Nora cautioned me. “That’s the minimum amount of time allowed between experiments.” Accordingly, I glanced at my watch and saw the time was 2:20 p.m. That’s the same time I would arrive the Whitney home the next day—and not a second later.

Olive also added, “Be sure to tell your male friends about our science experiment. We need plenty of subjects around your age. They’d all be paid a dollar, too. We’re here from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. each weekday.”

Part Two

When I got home and made sure no one could hear my telephone conversations, I immediately called three of my friends and told them about the ongoing science experiment at the Whitney household. One friend of mine named Wayne thought I was totally lying about what had happened to me. I told him if he got to the Whitney house before 4 o’clock he’d see for himself that everything I said was absolutely true. He took me up on the offer. From a distance, I could see him arrive at the Whitney residence and talk to the girls briefly on their veranda. Then he followed them into their backyard. A short while later Wayne stopped at my place. I met him on our driveway.

“You were right, Murray—totally right!” he said excitedly. “I got a terrific hand job from the older sister, Nora. I only lasted about two minutes, but it was easily the best two minutes of my life.”

“So, the coin toss came up tails,” I said. I further told him I had been serviced by Olive for the same result, but I declined to mention my superior feat of endurance. From a distance we could see the two Whitney girls cheerfully waving at us from their front yard.

“Oh, yeah, ” remembered Wayne. “I’m supposed to thank you for referring me to them as Subject #2.”

The next day, Tuesday, more than a dozen horny you men stopped by to help the Whitney girls advance the cause of science. At one point Nora had to compile a waiting list and assign the boys specific times later in the day to show up. I arrived at 2:20 p.m. and happily discovered I had already been penciled in for that time slot. How nice of them to do that! There were no preliminary questions this time; it was entirely sexual activity. This time Nora gave me a superb hand job in her backyard. I lasted a tad under three minutes before I spewed another load of cum on a smock. I asked if my usefulness to them was now over. I was pleasantly surprised by Nora’s reply.

“Oh, no, Murray. We still have plenty of experiments for you to participate in,” she informed me. “Let’s book times for the rest of this week.” I did, starting with the same time the next day.

When I arrived that Wednesday, I was immediately escorted into the backyard and told by Nora, “It’s the same sort of experiment as the previous two, Murray. This time Olive and I won’t be directly involved, though.” That news disappointed me for a while until Olive explained that I’d be jacking off to the photos of the January 1958 edition of Playboy magazine. I had never before seen its controversial photos Elizabeth Ann Roberts—the youngest Playboy playmate of all time. She was a doll! Nora served as timekeeper while Olive held the magazine a few feet from me and turned the pages. She cautioned me to give her advance warning before I came, so I didn’t fire a cum shot onto the pages of the magazine and ruin it. Olive handed me the bottle of lube, Nora started the clock, and away I went happily tugging on my extremely stiff rod. After about five minutes, I told Olive to move the magazine aside. She did. I closed my eyes and fantasized about filling the pretty, brunette model with my hot goo. Thirty seconds later I ejaculated basically straight into the air because my dick was so rigid.

Both girls gave me their scholarly observations. “Murray, you didn’t come as quickly as when we masturbated you,” Olive noted, “but this ejaculation may have been the strongest of the three so far.”

Nora agreed, “Lovely Elizabeth Ann Roberts seems to have us beat in quality of cum shot, but we make you ejaculate quicker. How fascinating!”

The fourth day, Thursday, was a real treat. Again, I was escorted directly to the Whitneys’ backyard. “We’re going to get back to the human touch today, Murray.” Nora began. “Olive will masturbate you, but this time she will be topless. There’s still no touching allowed from you, but as Olive stimulates your penis with her hand, I want you to focus on her breasts—then fire a cum shot when the time is right.”

“I think I can do that!” I confidently said. “May I help her take off her top? That would be fun for me.”

“Nope,” said Nora. “That would violate the rules. Keep making more appointments with us, however, and that will be allowed at some point in these experiments.”

I stripped naked, as usual. Then I watched Olive remove her white blouse and her gray brassiere. I still wouldn’t classify Olive as being pretty, but staring at her perky set of goodies was still a treat for me. My dick rose to attention very quickly. Olive did her thing. As instructed, I focused on Olive’s firm but slightly jiggling pair of lovely titties. It occurred to me that since Olive did not have a smock on—or else they would have obscured her breasts—that I could be a little bit naughty and launch my jism at her tits. After two minutes and 18 seconds, that’s what I did. My marksmanship was quite accurate. The first shot landed squarely between Olive’s small mounds. A short while later I regretted not trying to paint her face with my cum shot.

The next day, Friday, the experiment was repeated, but this time I had Nora’s larger jugs to stare at while being jerked off by an older girl. Like her sister, Nora was no raving beauty, but I hardly cared. It took just a minute and 58 seconds for me to ejaculate. This time I set Nora’s left tit as a target. My first shot splattered on that breast’s hard nipple. We were both pleased by the result—although I wished my time had been a little more impressive.

The girls had no subjects on the weekend, but they had plenty of data to study from the 24 subjects they had seen so far. All had been “return customers,” too. On Monday, the situation improved again when I was told I could now fondle Olive’s breasts while she masturbated me. Yay! For the first time, one of the Whitney sisters sat on the picnic bench beside me—at very close quarters—so I could caress Olive’s sexy chest. Of course, I had never had the pleasure of doing this with any girl before, but I knew I was going to do my best to prolong it. When Nora said, “Go!” I cupped Olive’s treasures and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. They got hard in a hurry! I was so tempted to suck on them, but I knew that was contrary to the rules. I just gently played with them until they and the typical masterful job Olive was doing with my penis caused an eruption. I had a very hard ejaculation after 7 minutes and 33 seconds. Both Whitney girls had wrongly figured this would be the quickest cum shot on my record. Instead, I held out longer than ever. The next day, Tuesday, July 1, I was down to a more predictable 3:55 when I was allowed to grope Nora’s delightful jugs during the skillful hand job she performed on me.

I was told to come in the following day, Wednesday, at 9 a.m.—well short of the usual 24-hour interim—to have a chat with the two Whitney girls, which I happily did. Both said they were pleased with my enthusiastic participation in their “non-coital sexual experiments pertaining to male ejaculations.” At least that’s what Nora’s final report was to be tentatively titled. (Personally, I would have preferred as a steamier title, “Two coquets jerk off horny guys and time their cum shots.”) As a reward, I was told I would be one of five subjects who could suggest a sex act that I would like to do as a finale. The only ground rules were no penetration, and it had to result in a visible cum shot so it could be properly timed. A coin toss would have fate choose which girl would be my partner. Both girls suggested fellatio, but I went for something less spectacular—a lot of embracing and fondling culminating in a titty fuck to orgasm. I also said the girl had to be nude. (Hey, despite our sexual fun, I hadn’t yet seen either girl’s pussy!) A coin was tossed. It was heads, so my sex buddy would be Olive. This meant I would finish this experiment with whom I began it. I was told to return to the girls’ house at 3 p.m. This time the romp would take place indoors.

Of course, I showed up at the right time. I had made a point of borrowing some of Dad’s after-shave lotion (without him knowing about it) to make myself smell as appealing as possible. Olive took me by the hand to a small guest room that was dominated by the bed it contained. Olive and I quickly disrobed and sat on the mattress. I made a point of pulling down her maroon panties so I could get a fine glimpse of her previously unseen pussy. It was hairy, but that was okay. My dick was already supremely hard.

“Okay, Murray. This one is all about you,” Nora stated. “I’m about to start the clock. You do whatever you want to do—short of penetrating Olive. Ready...go!”

Somehow, I felt I was in a race, but I didn’t want to rush through this experience, so I didn’t. I immediately placed my face on Olive’s pussy and began to lick it with vigor. “Oh, does that ever feel good!” Olive wailed. I kept that up for ten minutes. Olive came after about five minutes. Then we exchanged passionate kisses—another first for us.

During the embraces and smooching, I caressed Olive’s boobs, then sucked on them—which I had been longing to do since I first saw them. They became extremely pointy, which was a total turn on for me. “I have to fuck your tits, right now, Olive. I’ll be coming all over them. That’s a certainty.”

I straddled her torso and placed my throbbing rod between her two fleshy mounds. This was obviously something new for Olive, so I offered some instructions, even though this was a first for me, too. “Squeeze your tits around my dick while I slide it forward and backwards.” She caught on in a hurry. According to Nora’s stopwatch, I lost my load at 18 minutes and 38 seconds. The cum ropes struck Olive’s neck and chin to begin with. I was still ejaculating slightly when I had the presence of mind to move forward a few more inches and place the head of my penis against Olive’s mouth. She willfully separated her lips to allow me to squirt the last few drops of semen on her tongue. She happily swallowed it and said, “Thank you, Murray!”

“You’re thanking me?” I replied with wonderment. “I should be thanking you girls for the best two weeks of my life. In fact, I will: Thank you! Thank you!” (Actually, it had only been eight days of sexual frolics with the Whitney sisters, but I understandably had lost track. It was all a bit of a sensual blur to me.)

Olive and I cleaned ourselves up. More accurately, we cleaned each other up. I took great delight in giving her breasts a thorough washing with a sponge and warm, soapy water. I took my time drying her with a thick, orange bath towel. When I removed the towel from her body, I took one last opportunity to squeeze both of Olive’s cute breasts and take another suck on their sexy nipples.

“Sadly, your participation in this science experiment is now over, Murray,” Nora said. “What are you going to do for the rest of the summer?’ she asked me.

“I have high aspirations,” I told both Whitney sisters. “I hope to track down Elizabeth Ann Roberts and give her a similar titty fuck. I think she’s a doll. Since I’m done coming here for sexual fun, I’m probably going to jerk off tonight by just thinking about her sexy body and her beautiful tits.”

Nora and Olive both laughed at my remark as I headed toward the door.

“Hey, don’t forget this!” Olive said. She cheerfully handed me my regular fee for participating one of their sexual experiments: a crisp one-dollar bill.