If you're looking for a classic BTB, a husband who wants to see his wife fuck another man, or a wimp cuckold story, you'll be sorely disappointed by this one. This is a weird story about creepy characters in bizarre circumstances, interspersed with actual facts that 99% of you didn't know. You've been warned.
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I've had a fascination with geometric figures, especially solid geometry, since I was first exposed to it as a child. Once I started developing sexual feelings, and then became sexually active when 18, my fascination started to become an obsession. How can that be normal, you ask? - I didn't say that I was normal!
I guess at the inception of this story that in some ways, I, Brent Mann, was better than normal. I'm better looking, bigger, stronger, and smarter than average, and always have been. However I was completely abnormal when it came to socialization. There is no doubt that I was somewhere on the autism spectrum, but exactly where seemed to change with my mood, time of year, environmental circumstances, and most definitely the people around me; and eventually my age. If all of those conditions worked against me, I was darn near completely autistic - completely withdrawn. If all of those conditions worked for me, I seemed not only almost normal, but charming. Even when almost normal, however, I was not able to proficiently articulate the ideas and concepts my mind was churning out.
My mother took me to at least a dozen different doctors or psychologists from the time that I was four or five years old until I was seventeen, trying to figure out how I could seemingly slide up and down the autism spectrum. About all that did was to waste a lot of money. The universal diagnosis was: "Wow - Brent is really exceptional - there's nothing in science, the literature, or my experience to explain his changing condition, except some unusual brain MRIs. Maybe we can study him in a clinical setting."
Neither of my parents, nor I, wanted anything to do with the "clinical setting" garbage, so we just left it that "Brent's unique," and we all did the best we could to cope.
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As part of me being smarter than normal, I graduated engineering school in two and a half years, and found that I had a real talent for developing applications for smartphones. That work didn't require articulation, just software engineering.
The first two apps I developed for my employer and got some monetary reward, but nothing to brag about. I quit where I was working and became self-employed. The next five apps I developed on my own, with some help from my smart and normal parents. I sold or licensed the rights to them to major smartphone players for big bucks.
While developing apps, my geometry obsession remained and sometimes interfered with my work because my ultimate goal was to develop at least an algorithm, if not a functioning app, that could determine what sexual partner that the user would be most physically compatible with, the theory being that physical compatibility would be the prime factor in determining sexual satisfaction.
While of course there are many female physical manifestations, such as the clitoris, the still not universally accepted Gräfenberg spot, and the richness of labia and clitoral nerve endings, that clearly contribute to sexual satisfaction, my theorem was that the relative size of body parts, combined with appropriate positioning during sex, would be the Holy Grail of sexual satisfaction.
[As an aside, I do believe that there is a real relationship between the Gräfenberg spot (named after its discoverer, a German gynecologist named Ernst Grafenberg; it is sometimes romantically referred to as the "Goddess Spot" but is most commonly known as the "G-spot") and female sexual satisfaction. This is tangentially related to geometry, and is proven in my mind by recent medically accepted reports that some women have been undergoing "G-spot enhancement." This procedure involves injecting collagen into the G-spot zone to enlarge it, which in turn will cause it to plump up and increase its sensitivity.]
Of course in order to gather data to assist in developing my algorithm, I had to do surveys and actual physical testing. Since my failure to articulate made me ineffective at doing surveys I farmed those out - using some of the obscene amount of money that I had made licensing or selling my apps - to the psychology and sociology department of a local university that also had a relationship with a sex clinic at the university hospital. The actual testing I reserved for myself.
As part of my actual testing procedure, I initially identified several body geometric factors as potentially being worth investigating, as well as several sexual positions. The body geometric factors associated with females included thigh length and volume, calf length, and foot size; relative positions of the vagina and anus; buttocks shape and volume; and breast shape, more particularly archetype, versus conical, versus omega, versus reduced projection.
How does one with inconsistent (an understatement) charm, or even sociability, find sufficient partners for testing? In my case, I did it three ways.
The first way was, or course, prostitutes. Not streetwalkers, but high end call girls. I ingratiated myself (meaning primarily that I paid them) with several "executives" of high end call girl rings and they talked to, then identified for me, various call girls who wouldn't mind me taking measurements and questioning them about various aspects of their sexuality, proclivities, and desires.
The second way was to deal with the two certified sex therapists in the area who dealt with female as well as male patients.
The third way - which only worked when I was in my virtually normal mode - was to find my own sex partners from the general population.
Of course the first way was the most predictable, but I was surprised that after a few months the second way also became fairly predictable, and I had better luck with the third way than I had anticipated when I started my research.
A call girl with the "stage" name of Anastasia led me to my first "breakthrough." She was actually getting her master's degree in a science discipline and was working part time as a call girl for the money to pay off the student loans she incurred in getting her B. S. in anatomy, for living expenses, and - surprisingly, although not as unusual as I thought before regularly working with call girls - because she enjoyed it. She was the pickiest of the call girls in the agency she worked with, sometimes driving the "executive" in charge wild when she refused encounters, but she was really intrigued by my experiments and certainly got into it.
In fact, Anastasia got so into it that once we both got properly STD tested she fucked me bareback (violating her "contract" with her agency, but I wasn't going to tell) and though she couldn't give me discounts (also against her "contract") she did give me as many off-the-books sessions as I had on-the-books sessions. When one time I profusely thanked Anastasia for her enthusiasm (meaning she had fucked me almost senseless) and then asked her why she was so accommodating she coyly replied "Because it's for science - and also I really like the 'geometry' of your cock." Since I was in one of my most "normal" conditions when she said that, I do believe that that made me feel as good as I ever had up to that point.
After about eighteen months, between my personal physical experiments and the marginally worthwhile feedback that I was getting from the surveys done by the university psychology department, I was making what I thought was real progress in coming up with a useful algorithm, especially for the sex position that I thought was the most universal for achieving sexual satisfaction. In my research I never saw an exact name for the position - perhaps the two closest Kamasutra-named positions are "Nirvana" and "The Torch" - so I coined the appellation "Bliss." In "Bliss" my partner was on her back with her buttocks raised slightly and her legs bent and her feet on my shoulders.
The factors that seemed to be most important for Bliss were actual length and the length ratio of the thighs and calves, the distance between the anus and the furthest point of the vaginal opening, and surprisingly the breasts' degree of "conicality" (another term that I coined which referred to how conical the breasts are). I found a woman named Janet who I though was the optimum match for my algorithm.
Janet was single and a patient of one of the sex therapists that I worked with, someone who for whatever reason had real interest in volunteering for my study knowing that it would lead to sexual encounters. Although exceptionally bashful almost bordering on social anxiety, very inexperienced (hence her work with the sex therapist), and with a homely face, at the time of our second sexual encounter she seemed perfect. All of her measurements and the conicality of her tits were in the optimum range. I greatly enjoyed intercourse with her in the Bliss position, and by the fifth session was about ready to conclude that my algorithm was accurate.
