Hiroe Ogawa is the epitome of the perfect physical specimen... for a series of drawings changed slightly in each frame to give the illusion of movement and given a high pitched, squeaky voice to further give her human characteristics... Hiroe is healthy, talented, disease free and drawn with all her curves in all the right places. Her grades are good, her sister and mother love her, she has good friends and a boyfriend who digs her for more than just the aforementioned curves. The one thing she doesn't have is the ability to reach the peak of physical pleasure, the apex of bodily fulfillment, the ultimate reward for being a sexual creature: the big 'O'... and I don't mean Roger Smith's five story robo smashing weapon against evil, I'm talkin' about the other "big 'O'": Othello... oh wait, this isn't a movie about Shakespeare or wanna-be checkers either... Then what the Hell do I mean when I say it's about the "big'o'"?! Oh wait, that's right, F3's about the only "o" that matters: orgasms.

Our opening sequence finds young (but not TOO young) Hiroe, perfect physical specimen that she is, giving herself the ol' 3 digit probe and working up to a feverish, pulse pounding, earth shaking... let down. No matter how hard she rubs, how deep she plunges, how many gallons she drips, Hiroe just ain't gettin' the job done. Not one to give in to whatever sick games Mother Nature's playin' on her libido, our plucky heroine turns to the miracles of modern man made technology, vowing that she shall overcome (ouch, honestly, that little tidbit was unintentional) this obstacle, no matter what it takes!... as noted by the superhero pose and crack of blue lightning that illuminates behind her.

While feeding her pet clam monster a length of motorized corn dog (and still failing to hit the top of the mountain), Hiroe's extracurricular activities are voyeurized by her older sister Mayaka, who comes home early to find her little sis (but again, not TOO little) in the thralls of dirty dirty acts. After watching her sibling go all out with the purple pussy eater (the latest model, with "triple stimulation points and vertical wave motion balls") for something like 20+ minutes, Hiroe finally turns it off in defeat. Feeling obligated to help out a family member in need, Mayaka hops into a little blue teddy and panty get-up, slips between the sheets with little Hiroe and wastes no time gettin' a mouthful of poontang pie. After an hour at the seafood buffet with no success (and in fear of her tongue falling off), big sister's had her fill and opts for some heavier artillery... of the big black detachable kind. Though the heavy duty doggie pounding she gives to Hiroe gets herself off, Mayaka's quest to get her younger sister to climax continues to result in little more than frustration and perspiration... though if you're into hentai (i.e Japanese animated porn, whose name translates to “pervert”) even the slightest bit like myself, everything's going as planned, heh heh.

Drawing on her experiences as a college girl (that would explain her comfort with jumping into a girl-on-girl tryst at a moment's notice), Mayaka uses a trick she learned in yet another effort to end Hiroe's dry spell: hypnosis. Giving sis a bullshit story of hypnosis being one of the greatest secrets of the sexual arts for the last 4000 years (a secret apparently only know to Chinese royalty... and college students), it's not hard for her to convince Hiroe that from now on, every time the two touch, Hiroe will be swallowed by a wave of intense physical pleasure... amazing what good swinging a pendulum in front of a girl's face while telling her she's a slut will do... Of course what should just be a lame parlor trick turns out to be the saving grace for Hiroe's libido, as a simple sisterly embrace turns into a crotch busting *ka-boom* of womanly goodness. What's the lesson here? More women should look into hypnotizing each other rather than picking up limp noodles and 2 inch killers in beer holes and neon dumbass lounges.

The next day, Hiroe's got her fingers crossed that she won't have so much trouble cumming now that's she's opened the gates a few times. To celebrate and test her theory, she bends over for her daily intrusion by boyfriend Sumio during their school lunch break. But, just like any other time it's one more nut bust for Sumio and one more fake orgasm for Hiroe to keep Sumio from feeling like less of a man... than he already is at least. Don't feel bad Sumio, I used to have that same problem... then I just stopped dating.

After padding her boy's ego and heading their separate ways for the night, Mayaka picks up Hiroe and takes her to a psychic with the hope of figuring out what's wrong with her. Wouldn't it just be easier to re-hypnotize her, only this time making Sumio's touch the object of her uncontrollable slutitude as opposed to Mayaka's? No, because that would be too easy you stupid worm! Now clean up, sit back and let your hand rest until the next scene.

The psychic scene baffles many reviewers of said flick, namely because what happens is never explained and what happens is, well, in need of explanation. When the gypsy woman focuses on Hiroe, she goes mad with lust, seeing visions of phantasms that emerge from Hiroe like pink ghosts, all of women desperate for orgasm and crying out for release. The sisters run out in confusion and fear, ending the sequence and leaving the sexy gypsy broad pawing herself and screaming. My take on the whole thing? Hiroe's inability to send herself into body-quakes isn't her fault, nor that of genetics, but of her possession by the restless, orgasmless souls of numerous woman who were deprived of their own sexual fulfillment in life and now seek to experience them through Hiroe's young and sought after snatch. No doubt this overload of sexual desire would explain why she fucks her boyfriend everyday in school and why she wasn't exactly fighting to get her college educated whore sister out of her g-spot. Of course, along with the overwhelming libido comes a near-impossible-to-satisfy sexuality. As if it wasn't hard enough to get a woman satisfied, try getting off 6 or 7 at once... not easy I tell you.

Where do you go when the occult lets you down? Mayaka knows. You head straight for the advanced research facility of one of the world's most renowned scientists and see what he's come up with in the field of synthetic pleasure. Why? Because the greatest minds on Earth have better things to spend grants on than curing cancer or cloning super models, like bringing insane sexual pleasures to the women they'll never get in the sack anyway. Hey, if you can't plug 'em, at least ya get to watch 'em!... and maybe smell the machine afterwards?

Sure enough "the grand culmination of modern technology" is a shiny robot that looks kinda like a metallic Boo out of a Super Mario game who fondles, tweaks, penetrates and molests our tight young tied down heroine with an onslaught of horny tentacles. In all honesty, did you expect a hentai NOT to include an instance of tentacle rape? If so, then you obviously don't know the first thing about hentai... that being the keystone of young women getting raped by tentacles... of course...

Viewers of Barbarella will notice the similarities between the doc's control unit for his sex-bot and Duran Duran's Orgasmatron, in that not only are both modified harpsichords, but they're also both particularly vulnerable to vagina as Hiroe, much like Jane Fonda once did, overblows the machine, destroying it completely... hmmm, you'd think for a machine whose sole purpose is sex, it'd stand up a little better to a piece of pussy.

From the wreckage Mayaka rescues Hiroe, leaving the professor's lab in ruin as the girls head back home to do what all sisters do when there's nothing on tv: fuck each other... in which case I think these girls need to get better cable service or switch to Direct TV, given the amount of time Mayaka spends in her red leather dominatrix suit pinning her sister to her bed. Oh yeah, and if you think that the idea of two sisters smacking more lip than a Dick Dawson era episode of Family Feud is naughty shit, the episode ends with the girls doing their standard incest act, only to be joined by their mom, who's dressed for battle... provided it's a battle of greasy orgy love and riding crops... and with that we're done with this story until episode 2.

F3 sets out to accomplish a goal: sucker boys (and yes, some girls) into shelling out $1 a minute for animated porn. Unfortunately for Pink Pineapple, I didn't pay for this copy, so no money for you. On the upside, F3 is one of the few hentai I've seen that doesn't try disguising it's subject matter with a sad excuse for a story. Shit like Bondage Queen Kate and Advancer Tina try to toss in crap like undercover agents and space alien attacks, under some of the most generic pretenses to pass off their badly animated, unattractive rape scenes as "sci-fi/fantasy erotica". F3 knows it's a skin flick, it knows it's business is with horny folks lookin' to bust a testi or drop a gusher and it's not ashamed to work toward that goal. It doesn't give false pretenses of epic storytelling, it doesn't promise the hottest action you've ever seen then cheap you out like a cock blockin' tease, it just gives you girl-on-girl, girl-on-machine, girl-on-self cartoon pornography. It is charming in its own way, not entirely losing the innocence of its 17 year old protagonist. It also manages to keep a good pace and a light humor about itself, though the whole mystical aspect with the gypsy definitely could've used a little more elaboration. Granted there's no master craftsmanship on the writer's part and 30 minute flicks always piss me off, but if you're looking to give Flipper a floggin', this'll do the job better than most of its ilk.