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  “Of course it excites us, we are human, but we must be professional. We see many women naked. We fondle them, lick them and even copulate with them in our research. Nevertheless, we must keep our emotions under control and remain professional. Attraction and romance are out of the question.”

  I rose to a sitting position and scooted down so my thighs were on each side of Charlie. “Well thank you for giving me my first male induced climax.” I embraced Charlie. He was hard. Talk about a turn-on, I could feel his bulge against my naked pussy. I gave each of them a seductively coy smile. “I don’t suppose you’d like to go for orgasm number two.”

  Charlie smiled. “It’s not a matter of liking to. We have rules. This is a research lab. We only interact with the test subjects in search of knowledge.”

  “Okay. Now that I passed your test, what now?”

  Charlie glanced at Rob. “I don’t know. Rob, I’m inclined to squeeze Janine in the orgasm study after all. What do you think?”

  He shrugged. “Since orgasms are your bailiwick you can do as you wish.”

  Charlie turned his head to me and his gaze fastened to my breasts. “Okay, Janine, can you be here in the morning?”

  “Ahh, I work, but maybe I could come on my lunch hour. How long would you need me?”

  “That might work. I’ll only need you for thirty minutes to start, but the further you progress, the longer I’ll need you. Here is a little instruction book. Take it home and read it tonight. What time is your lunch hour?”

  “Eleven thirty ‘til twelve thirty. I can be here by eleven forty-five.”

  “Good. I’ll see you then.”

  When I got home, I was very excited. For the first time in my life, someone beside me had given me a climax. I threw a dinner in the microwave and instead of flipping the TV on like I usually did, I kicked back on the couch to read the pamphlet Dr, Charles had given me, but the ringing cellphone interrupted me. It was Anne and I knew what she wanted. “Yes, I made an appointment and went in where Dr. Charles and Dr. McDonald gave me my first of what I hope will be many climaxes.”

  She didn’t say anything at first, then, “Dr. McDonald? Who’s he?”

  “He’s Dr. Charles partner and he’s every bit as gorgeous as Charlie.”

  “Wow, two gorgeous guys giving you a climax. Sounds like you’ve found Valhalla.”

  I laughed. “It does seem that way.”

  “Tell me since they’ve seen your goodies, have you seen theirs?”

  I laughed again. “Only the bulges in their slacks, but I think we’re working up to it and they’re big bulges.”

  “Oh you lucky girl. When do you go back?”

  “Tomorrow. I’ll keep you informed, but right now I need to read this pamphlet and do some exercises.”

  “All right. I’ll let you go. Just let me know how things go tomorrow. Love ya.”

  “Love you too. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  Welcome to the Sanoma College Sexual Research Department’s study. Our purpose is to learn as much as possible about sexual interaction between two or more people for the greater enjoyment of the human race.

  I snickered at the thought of the research being conducted for the good of mankind, wondering how longer and better orgasms helped. Maybe it would put everyone in a better mood? I’m certainly in a better mood after receiving a climax from someone else.

  The study you will be participating in is Orgasmic Longevity and Enhancement. We are looking to extend and increase the sublime feeling engendered by orgasms. We are conducting this initial study exclusively on females because of their ability to have recurring orgasms with less effort than males.

  Orgasmic enhancement and to a certain degree extension can be increased with a few physical tricks. For starters absence of pubic hair seems to amplify contact and sensuality, so we recommend the removal of your pubic hair; either manually by shaving or hair removal products. Should you wish to have your hair removed professionally by a salon, the program will reimburse you up to fifty dollars.

  Hmm, I wish I’d known that before I came home. I’ve always wanted a Brazilian wax and now I could get most of it paid by the program. Maybe I could get an extra hour off for lunch tomorrow.

  The next thing, we recommend practicing the vaginal exercises discussed in the next chapter. Strengthening your vaginal muscles will give you better control and increase your male partner’s pleasure. You should perform these exercises every day for five minutes. We suggest in bed or in the bathtub.

  I turned to the next page and perused the exercises. Looks easy enough.

  At the back of the pamphlet was a two page questionnaire, which I was supposed to complete and bring back, so I grabbed a pen and filled it out.

  Chapter Three – Day Three

  On the way to the clinic, I stopped to get a Brazilian wax. Afterward, my new smooth new pussy and I continued to the research facility. I was anxious to show someone my hairless pussy and Charlie was the perfect recipient. After getting undressed and donning the shroud, I reclined on the gurney and waited for Charlie.

  The room was cool and I began to get cold. I noticed my nipples had hardened and were showing through the white fabric. I laughed. I need Charlie or Robbie to warm me up.

  No sooner had the thought left my mind than Charlie came in. “Janine. How are you today?”

  “I’m fine.”

  After slipping on a pair of latex gloves, his fingers and thumb pressed against my wrist and he stared at his watch. “Good. Did you read our pamphlet?”

  “Yes. And here’s the questionnaire from the back of it.”

  He pressed on my abdomen just above my mound. “Excellent.” He took the form and laid it the counter.

  He tilted his head and raised his brow. “I see you had your pubic hair removed.”

  I beamed. “Yes, do you like it?”

  His right hand squeezed my right breast and then my left. “Very much. Did you agree with the pamphlet?”

  “Yes and I did the exercises, too.”

  “Good. That was my next question. Open your mouth wide.”

  When I did he shone a light down my throat. He then shone the light in both ear canals. “Looks good.” He pulled the gown back and after parting my inner labia, shone the light into my vagina. “All right, I want you to do your vaginal exercises.”

  Doing what he asked, I alternately tensed and relaxed my vaginal muscles. After a minute I asked, “How long do you want me to do this?”

  “You can take a break right now. I want to give you a shot. Is that all right?”

  “What for?”

  “It’s part of the program to increase the intensity and length of your orgasms. You want that don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  He wiped a cotton swab against my thigh, near the apex of my leg, alongside my outer labia and followed that with an ominous looking two inch needle. “This will hurt some, but it’ll be worth it. Are you ready?”

  Even though I was fearful, I nodded.

  The injection went straight up, into me, beside my outer labia. “Ahh…hhhh…Owww!”

  “Okay, that’s all. We’ll only need to do that a three or four times a week. Later you’ll see a difference in your orgasms and you’ll look forward to your next shot.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He smiled. “We’ll see. Now we need to have you climax. What is your preference?”

  “I get to select?”

  “That’s right. That’s your reward for enduring the shot.”

  I cupped my chin as if I was in thought. “Hmmm. What are my options?”

  “There’s digital, like we did yesterday—”

  “Would Doctor McDonald help like he did yesterday?”

  “If you want.”

  “I want. What other options are there?”

  “There’s cunnilingus, vibrators, dildos and intercourse.”

  “Cunnilingus. Would you be doing it?”

  He bowed. “It would be my pl
easure.”

  I tittered and blinked demurely in assent.

  He took my hand. “Umm, I guess that’s a yes. Let’s go into the next room where a gynecologist chair is set up. It works perfectly for some of our experiments.” He stopped at the intercom to speak, “Robbie. Janine and I are going into exam room nine. She would like your presence if you can make it.”

  “Give me ten minutes. Charlie.”

  He turned to me. “Would you like to get started or wait for Robbie?”

  Imaging the wonderful things Charlie was going to do to me, I seemed to grow horns, and wasn’t in the mood to wait. “Let’s get started, Robbie can catch up.” Still holding his hand, he led me out into the hall and into room nine.

  This time, overriding my shyness, I eschewed the sheet. Taking a seat in the gynecologist chair, Charlie raised my calves to the leg rests. I was now in a perfect position for cunnilingus or intercourse for that matter. “Do you perform intercourse here too?”

  “Yes, but as you can see your positions would be severely limited. We have a special room for coitus. Are you ready?”

  “More than ready. I can’t wait. Please start.”

  Charlie pulled a backless rolling physicians stool over to the chair, between my legs. Shivers ran thorough me at the proximity of this man’s face to my naked sex as he studied it. I couldn’t wait. “Please?”

  He smiled. “Anxious, huh? That’s good, it makes for better orgasms.” The palms of his cool hands rested in either side of my labium, his thumbs splaying the petals of my sex to facilitate his scrutiny. I squirmed as fresh air brushed against my exposed sex. I sighed. He was taking much too long. I wanted his mouth on my clit, his fingers in my pussy—now!

  A flick of his tongue on my sensitive bud, sent me reeling. I gasped as his tongue licked slowly up my slit and juices poured from my recess, which he greedily lapped up. “Oh God,” I said my head tossing back and forth as I twisted and writhed, forcing my pussy harder against his mouth. Everything he did drove me wild. To my astonishment, I felt smooth lips encircle my left nipple while Dr. McDonald—Robbie’s forefinger ran pleasure circles around my other areola as if it were tethered to the nipple. Then before I had time to really appreciate what Robbie did, Charlie thrust his tongue into my dripping channel. As his fingers excited the most sensitive part of my body, I cried out loudly into the quiet room, “Jeeesus, that feels good! Oh, yeah! That’s it baby.” Arching my back and hips once more, I forced my pussy deeper into Charlie’s mouth.

  My breathing changed into a combination of gasps and pants mixed with throaty moans. Charlie and Robbie were driving me out of my mind. Spasms of pleasure rippled through me as my climax inexorably built. Waves of pure ecstasy lapped against my mind like an immutable tide. Screaming out my release, brightness exploded behind my eyes as an especially strong orgasm raced through me.

  Seconds after the last pleasure shudder, when I regained my senses, I looked at Charlie. He wore a huge grin as he pointed at his watch. “Twenty-one seconds. Could you tell it was longer? It was good wasn’t it?”

  I frowned. “It was extraordinary, but do you guys have to be so clinical. It’s my sex life we’re talking about.”

  “I know. I really enjoyed making you feel good, but we really accomplished something here.” He glanced at Dr. McDonald. “Rob, her climax was eight seconds longer than her first. I think Janine may be the one.”

  Rob whistled. “Eight seconds. I think you may be right, but it could be an aberration. Let’s see what happens when I go down on her.

  As Robbie sat in front of my wide open pussy, I grinned. What a job!

  Robbie was every bit as good as Charlie and naturally I went crazy, before I felt my second oblivion of pleasure.

  Charlie bounced excitedly. “Twenty-six seconds. That’s double her original time in two orgasms. I’m telling you we should target her for enhanced technique, evaluation and monitoring.”

  I shook my head. “Just a minute. What does that mean?”

  “Do you have time for lunch, Janine?” Robbie asked.

  “No, I have to get to work right now.”

  Charlie wanted to know, “You’re a nurse right?”

  “Ah-huh, at the Huntington Memorial Hospital in Pasadena.”

  “Perfect,” said Robbie, “they’re one of the project sponsors. Let me talk to the Human Resources Director.”

  He left the room and Charlie smiled. “You may as well get dressed. You’ll either be going back to work or to lunch with us.”

  “Okay, can you leave? Having you see me naked is one thing, but getting dressed in front of you is another.”

  The hospital allowed me to take the rest of the day off, so the three of us climbed into Robbie’s Lexus and headed for a local Mexican cantina, heartily recommended by my two doctors.

  Sitting in the front passenger seat, I pressed Robbie, “Tell me, what you meant by enhanced technique, evaluation and monitoring.”

  He shifted his gaze to me for a second, then back. We have managed to extend the orgasm length of seventy-seven percent of our test subjects, usually in increments of one to three seconds. But your second orgasm was eight seconds longer than your first. From a research standpoint you are a breakthrough that means we would get more information and get it faster by making you our primary test subject.”

  From the rear seat Charlie added, “Yes, we would like to step up our research using you as our guinea pig. Instead of one orgasm a day, we’d like to induce three, four or even more.”

  I found the idea of receiving a daily dose of three or more intense orgasms stimulating to say the least. Still, I didn’t know what to say. “How long would you need me each day for that?

  “Three or four hours.”

  Robbie pulled into a rear parking lot and slid into the first available space. “Shall we go in?”

  La Casa Mexico was an older restaurant with a lovely, heavily planted front courtyard and outside dining. Grabbing an outside table with a sun umbrella, we started with nachos, chili con-queso dip and a pitcher of frozen margaritas.

  “Charlie, I couldn’t possible come in three or four hours a day for your enhanced technique. I work.”

  Robbie answered, “You could if the hospital let you. Let me work on that, sweet thing. So tell us a little about yourself.”

  I picked up a nacho and put it in my mouth. “I’m twenty-six, five feet six inches tall and was born and raised in Southern California. I went straight into nursing from college about four years ago and that’s about it.”

  Charlie waved his hand as he spoke, “You’re not involved?”

  I shrugged. “Not really. I guess I’ve been too busy. And now you guys want to keep me even busier.” I grinned. “Mind you, except for the shots, I kinda like the way you’re keeping me busy. Especially, the results.”

  They smiled and Robbie suggested, “What do say to a pitcher of margaritas. I feel like celebrating our new breakthrough.”

  “Yes,” Charlie chipped in, “You’ll be like one of the family now.”

  I laughed. “I’ll drink to that.”

  Charlie grabbed the arm of our waiter as he passed. “Bring us a pitcher of frozen margaritas will you.”

  “Sure, can I see the pretty girl’s id?”

  I blushed, but pulled my driver’s license out and dutifully handed it to him.

  “Humph! I would have bet money you were under age.” He handed my license back. “Thank you. One pitcher of margaritas coming up.”

  A lock of hair had fallen across my face and I brushed it aside. “Tell me, what are the goals of your research?”

  I felt heat when Robbie laid his hand atop mine. “Overall our goal is to make all sex as blissful as possible.”

  I nodded. “And part of the enjoyment is to extend the length and intensity of orgasms.”

  “Exactly,” they both said, nodding.

  Charlie went on. “When we have sex and don’t reach orgasm, we feel disappointed, but once we climax we feel fulfi
lled. A climax is the end product of sex.”

  “Yes and if we can extend people’s orgasms, they would not only feel fulfilled, they would feel euphoric.” Robbie added.

  The waiter set our glasses in front of us then set the pitcher down. “Your order will be up soon.”

  “Thank you,” Charlie, lifted the pitcher and poured the yellow-green, gray slush in our glasses.

  I raised my glass. “I propose a toast.”

  They both smiled and lifted their glasses. “A toast.”

  I smiled like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. “To sex!”

  Robbie laughed. “Good toast.”

  They clinked glasses with me and repeated, “To sex!” Both doctors drained half their frosty glasses and Charlie poured what was left of the pitcher into his and Robbie’s glasses.

  “Waiter?”

  The waiter responded to Robbie’s query. “Yes sir.”

  “We’re going to need another pitcher.”

  “Very well sir.” He took the empty pitcher and left.

  I rested my chin on my fist. “What exactly is the goal of the orgasm research?”

  Charlie winked. “Two minutes.”

  I scratched my head just above my ear. “What do you mean?”

  Robbie glanced around and explained, softly, “We would like to develop a procedure to allow someone like you to have climaxes that last two minutes.”

  “That would be wonderful, but why not one minute or six minutes?

  “Charlie answered my question, “We feel two minutes is optimum. A little longer is no problem, but six minutes would be grating.”

  The waiter set the fresh pitcher of margaritas down. Robbie filled our glasses, then raised his. “Toast.”

  Charlie and I elevated our glasses prepared to clink them together. “To our little wunderkind, Janine. May she live up to our expectations?

  I felt silly toasting myself, but I went ahead and clinked. “To Janine!” Then I took a large sip through the straw. I never had margaritas before. I loved them. They camouflaged the alcohol so well, I was on my third glass before I realized how much I felt it.