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  An Erotic Farce

  By

  La Marchesa

  Copyright © 2010 La Marchesa

  Smashwords edition

  Two Minute Orgasm

  A Whimsical Story of Unfettered Sex

  Chapter One – Day One

  It was a beautiful spring day in sometimes smoggy Pasadena, so I suggested to my co-worker and friend, Anne, we eat lunch outside, in the hospital courtyard.

  Sitting at an umbrella covered table, Anne perused a Los Angeles Times which someone had left at the table. Suddenly, Anne, exclaimed, “Wow, look at this, Janine,” pointing to an ad in the morning Los Angeles Times. “They’re looking for female subjects for research on extending…are you ready for this…orgasms.”

  My arm shot out. “Let me see that?”

  As Anne slid the paper to me, I set my iced tea down and scanned the ad.

  Wanted

  Test subjects for research on the extension of orgasms. Females between eighteen and forty. Mustn’t be shy, sexual experience a must. First come, first served. Apply Sanoma College Medical Research Dept.

  714 - 555 - 6996

  A tinge of excitement coursed through me. Test subject for sexual research—for orgasms, no less. This was something I needed to look into.

  I handed the paper back, stood, picked up my cafeteria tray and said, “Thanks Anne.”

  Anne looked up in surprise. Where are you going? Aren’t you going to finish your lunch?”

  “I’m going to check this out. Besides, I don’t need the extra calories.”

  After depositing my tray in the cafeteria, I found a secluded spot, dug my phone out of my purse and punched in the number in the ad.

  After explaining to the receptionist what I was calling about, I was switched to…

  “This is Doctor McDonald, may I help you?”

  I was taken aback at first by the man’s deep sensual voice, but I cleared my throat and answered, “I hope so. I called about your ad.”

  “Yes, we had three vacancies and two are filled. If you want to see about the last spot, I suggest you apply before four p.m. today.”

  “I’ll be there. Where are you located?”

  “We’re in Burbank, near the Bob Hope Airport. Do you have a computer handy?”

  “Yes, why?

  “I’ll email you directions.”

  As I entered, a pleasant looking middle aged lady glanced up from her desk. “May I help you?”

  I smiled before answering, “Yes, thank you. I’m Janine Taylor, I called earlier about opening for a test subject.”

  She looked me up and down and asked, “For orgasms?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  Her lips tightened and she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, that opening’s been filled, but we may have openings in other study groups. Please fill this out and I’ll have Dr. Charles interview you when you’re finished.”

  “But there was one spot left when I spoke with Dr. MacDonald not even an hour ago.”

  “I know. Orgasms go so fast. She handed me a clip board with a form attached. “But if you fill out the questionnaire they may want you for some of the other studies.”

  “Like what?”

  “I’m sorry, I’m not at liberty to discuss that, but be assured there’re all kinds of sexual research going on.” Once again she scanned my figure. “What’s more the turnover is fast, so if you fill out the paperwork you could get called for the orgasm program in case of a drop out.”

  Taking the clipboard, I found a seat and perused the first sheet. Hmm. No big deal. I clicked the pen and filled in the spaces. When I finished the general information on the first sheet, I flipped that sheet over prepared to fill in the second sheet. However, these questions shocked me. Sexual orientation, how many partners have you had, have you had sex with multiple partners, have you had same sex liaisons, have you had STD? The list went on and on. “Boy these are sure personal questions,” I said to myself. At least I thought I said them to myself.

  “They have to be,” a sexy male voice responded.

  Looking up, I beheld a devilish smile on a handsome sandy haired, blue-eyed man wearing a white physician’s smock. He offered his hand. “Hi, I’m Doctor Evan Charles, but everyone calls me Charlie.”

  I must have thought aloud, because he sure knew what I’d been thinking. I smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Janine Taylor. I came in to apply for the orgasm research, only to find out it’s been filled.”

  Holding his hands out to the side as if to indicate, It couldn’t be helped, a sound of frustration emitted from his mouth. “Ah, yes. I’m sorry about that. I accepted the third applicant not ten minutes ago. Orgasms go fast. I’ll tell you what. I have some time. Why don’t you come into my office and I’ll help you fill that out. See where we can fit you in.”

  I nodded agreement and rose.

  “Here let me have that.” He took the clipboard and led me through an obscure glass door and down a hall. He stopped at the sixth office on the right and directed me in. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink—water, soft drink, anything?”

  I shook my head and took a seat. He walked around his desk and sat. “Okay, sheet two. What’s your orientation?

  That flustered me, not so much for that question, but some of the other questions on the list. I shrugged. “Straight, normal…hetero. Is that what they say?”

  He looked up and smiled. “They were all fine. Please don’t worry about the questions. We don’t judge you. There are all kinds of people in the world. We don’t think about what you say, we only write it down. Now, how many partners have you had?”

  I felt a flush course through me as if my answer was excessive. “Five.”

  He looked up again. “Hmm, not that active. How long are your climaxes?”

  “The only climaxes I’ve had were self-induced.”

  He cocked his head and teased me with a sweet smile. “All right. How long were they?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I forgot to set my egg timer.”

  He chuckled. “Funny. Take a guess?”

  “A minute.”

  He shook his head. “I’ll save that one until later.”

  “Have you ever had sex with two or more partners at the same time?”

  “Ha-ha.” I tittered nervously. “No. Definitely, no!”

  “Not interested, huh! Have you had any sexually transmitted diseases?”

  “No.”

  “From what stimulation do you receive the strongest climaxes?”

  “I told you. The only orgasms I’ve had were self-in—”

  “From masturbation. I know.” Dr. Charles pursed his lips. “Ms Taylor. You do us no good if you cannot have an interactive orgasm. I would like to take you into an exam room and see if we can use you.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “With your permission, I’m going to stimulate you to orgasm using my fingers.”

  I shivered as a chill ran through me. I crossed my arms under my breasts. “That seems a little drastic, don’t you think?”

  He stared at me blankly. “Ms Taylor. May I call you Janine?”

  “Certainly.”

  “Good, Janine. You are applying to be a test subject for sexual research. If you were to be accepted, we would be doing the same things and more. If you really want to be in our program, ability to climax is requisite. That is why I’m willing to make sure you would are a viable test subject. I will attempt to make you come with my fingers. Failing that I will use my fingers and tongue.”

  I fidgeted in my seat as the concept of this handsome doctor playing doctor with me sunk in. “And if that fails?”

  “I hope
not to get into the advanced techniques so soon. Are you onboard?”

  What have I gotten myself into? Despite the fact my pussy was heating up like a flame thrower, I demurred. “I don’t know. This is all so sudden, and it will be so embarrassing.”

  He smiled and took my hand. “I know. That is why the ad says you mustn’t be shy. Let me make a suggestion. Go home and think about it overnight. If you decide it’s something you can and must do, call the receptionist and make an appointment with me. I’ll work you in.”

  Did he wink? I think he winked.

  Chapter Two – Day Two

  On the way home, my cell phone rang. The reading on the phone told me it was my friend Anne. “Hi Anne?”

  “Hi. Sorry to bother you. I just had to know. Did they take you?”

  “Well almost.”

  She paused before she asked, “What does that mean?”

  “Ah, this is kind of embarrassing. I never told you, but I’ve never been able to receive an orgasm from a man.”

  “No kidding. That must be very unfulfilling. Now, I see why you’re so interested in this research.”

  “It is. And that’s the problem. They want to make sure I can have an orgasm from interaction with another. Anne, the doctor wants to stimulate me to orgasm with his fingers.”

  “He can do that? He must know his stuff.”

  “Of course he does. It’s his job. I could probably do it if he wasn’t so damn good looking.”

  “Wait a second. Back up. Did you mean, damn ugly, ‘cause being good looking should be an incentive, not a deterrent?”

  “You’d think so wouldn’t you, but I’m so attracted to him, he scares me. He told me to go home and think about it and if I’d decide to go forward with the research to call and make an appointment and he’d work me in.”

  “Damn Jan, he’s a dreamboat and you’re attracted to him, but you don’t want him to tickle your fancy? You’re crazy. I’d spread my legs for him so fast, It’d make his head spin.”

  I frowned. “I thought you liked women?”

  “Sex is sex.”

  “I know it makes no—”

  “Jan, I gotta go, we have a code blue, but promise me you’ll make an appointment as soon as I hang up.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Jan. I gotta go! Promise me!”

  “I…Promise.”

  “Good. I love you…”

  “I love you too.” I replied, but the line was dead.

  From the minute I woke up, I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I’m being unreasonable. How could they do anything about orgasms, if they didn’t have access to the areas that bring them about?

  Steeling my resolve, I showered. Before I dressed, I wiped the steam off the mirror and studied myself. A towel was wrapped around my shoulder length, chestnut hair, but my face and large brown eyes were pleasant to gaze upon. I wouldn’t be embarrassed because of my figure, either. What’s the problem then? A tingly feeling spread through my body as I pictured one of Doctor Charles’ hands between my legs and the other on my breast. Could that be so bad? I shrugged and got dressed determined to have Dr. Charles give me my first interactive orgasm.

  Resolved, but still nervous, I signed in and took a seat. A minute or so later a nurse opened the door and called my name. “Janine Taylor.”

  She smiled when I rose and led me to Dr. Charles’ office.

  He rose from his desk as I walked in, a winsome smile plastered on his beautiful face. He held out his right hand. “I’m so glad you decided to come back.”

  I didn’t take a seat, deciding to stand beside the chair instead. “I’d shake your hand, but my palms are all sweaty.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Nervous, huh?”

  I nodded.

  “I guarantee after you’re first climax, you’ll be looking forward to the next and your shyness will have been purged. Are you ready?”

  “I think so.”

  He took my hand and he led me into a small room across the hall. He handed me a small white shroud. “Get undressed, including your jewelry, when you’re finished lay on the gurney and pull the sheet over you. I’ll return in two minutes.”

  I laid on the gurney about thirty seconds before he returned. My palms were clammy. I tittered nervously. It looks like the doctor is going to tickle my fancy.

  He slipped in wearing a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’m going to reach under the sheet and do things to you similar to what your gynecologist would do. The only difference is I’m going to make you feel good. Hopefully, good enough to make you climax. Any questions?”

  “How long will it take?”

  “Usually, five or ten minutes. If nothing happens in twenty minutes we’ll try plan B.” I watched him pull latex gloves onto his good-sized hands. Then they disappeared from view and I felt them on my thighs. My mouth was dry and my heart started beating hard and fast. As his hand moved up my thigh to the juncture of leg and body, I stiffened. So far, everything felt good, but my nervousness increased having a strange man’s hands near my goodie box, even if he was a doctor. “I can tell you’re jumpy, so I’m going to do this slow and easy. I want you to know I’ve done this numerous times. It’s my profession and I’m very good at it. So good, I’ve never failed to bring on an orgasm. Are you ready?”

  My breathing had become stilted. “Yes,” I said in breathy voice.

  His right hand slid over my mound. I gasped when his thumb hung over the edge and rubbed the length of my clitoral sheath. “Ooh,” I said, as tickly little tendrils of pleasure threaded their way throughout my torso. I gasped as his thumb moved the very tip of my protuberance. Concentrating on my clit, it seemed grow in size and sensitivity. As my pleasure purred from within, heat and dampness built within my core. His thumb wandered down and back transferring some of the lubricating juices, which had formed near my opening, to my little pearl. With his thumb slick with my crème, each stroke sent tingly sensations crashing through my wriggling body. After warming my love bud, I felt his other hand glide into position at the rim of my moist recess. I sensed heat and wetness building in my pussy in anticipation of his fingers.

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and another man in a physician’s smock looked in. “Ah, there you are.”

  “Robbie, come in. Janine, this is my colleague, Robin McDonald.”

  He stepped in and offered his hand. “Hi, I’m pleased to meet you. We’re on a casual basis here so everyone calls me Robbie. I believe we talked on the phone, yesterday. It’s always nice to get new subjects. Especially, pretty ones like you.”

  Rolling my eyes at the thought of meeting another man in this compromising position, I shook his hand. He was every bit as handsome as Dr. Charles, with brown eyes and dark hair graying at the temples. “Janine Taylor. I’m pleased to meet you, doctor.”

  “What area are you volunteering for?”

  “I came for the orgasm portion, but since it’s full, Dr. Charles is testing me, for other study groups, until I can get into orgasms.”

  Robbie glanced at his colleague. “Like what, Charlie, fellatio, toys, anal, bond…”

  I noticed Charlie subtly shake his head. “We’re not sure. Why don’t you put on some gloves and give me a hand. You can take Janine’s upper body. She has never had an interactive orgasm and I’m trying to induce one, so she can get in the program.”

  “Oh, yes we have to get Janine in the program.”

  As he installed a pair of large latex gloves, Charlie picked up where he’d left off and thrust two fingers into me and caressed my magic bud. “Oooh!” I inhaled sharply.

  He paused. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry, it shocked me. Please go on.”

  As Charlie continued his actions, sending sensual sparks of pleasure through me, Robbie, reaching under the sheet, began lightly touching the area around my breasts taking care not to actually touch them.

  Rocking my head back and forth, I arched my back, pushing my suddenly nee
dy opening into Charlie’s fingers. Wanting my breasts fondled, I pulled the sheet down, exposing my twin peaks, but Robbie’s hands continued around the periphery of my breasts. However, he and Charlie’s eyes both grew wider at my exposure. As advertised, they were both very good and of course handsome. I began to wonder about something I’d rejected out of hand, yesterday—sex with two or more partners.

  What would it feel like to have these gorgeous men’s hands all over me, while their dicks were in me, stroking my mouth and pussy? I was already wetter and hotter than any man ever made me and my secret thought took me to the next level. My body buzzed, as urgent sensations pent up inside, demanded release. Then Robbie’s mouth sucked on one nipple while his fingers teased the other and the rest was history.

  “Oh, God, I’m coming!” I went crazy, shaking and convulsing wildly. The sensations floated through my mind like debris in a tornado. My entire body quaked as my pussy spasmed around Charlie’s fingers, and a wave of intense pulses shattered through me. Then it was over. There were aftershocks to be sure, but the main course was over. Nevertheless, I had an orgasm from someone else’s hands.

  When my vision cleared I stared at them. Charlie had his left arm up and appeared to be looking at his watch. “Thirteen seconds. Your climax was thirteen seconds.”

  I was incredulous. “That’s all.”

  “That’s about average—ten to twenty seconds. Now, you can join our program.”

  They seemed so detached, so clinical, as if they were cyborgs. “That’s all you have to say? You two just played with my pussy and breasts. You made me come. Don’t you feel anything?”

  “Ms Taylor,” Robbie said, “This is the type of research where we must maintain the utmost decorum or things could spin out of control.”

  I saw Charlie’s hand slide by his groin. His smock tented slightly. I glanced at Robbie’s crotch. His smock also protruded. They’re hard, I’ll bet. “But I’m naked and I just came. Doesn’t that excite you even a little bit?”