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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
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The Orgasmatic

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"What is that thing?" Donetta asked as she looked 
around the brightly lit basement.

"That," answered Shawn, "Is my newest invention.  It's 
going to make me rich."

"Shawn, if I had a nickel for every time you said that 
about one of your inventions I'd be a millionaire."

"Ha ha, very funny.  This time I mean it.  I really 
have something this time. Something everybody will 
want."  Shawn pulled a blanket off a coffin shaped 
object in the corner, "tada, this is it.  What do you 
think?"

Donetta giggled, "It looks like a cross between an MRI 
machine from a hospital and a video game from an 
arcade, or something like that. Or maybe even one of 
those fancy little rides for kids. You know, put in a 
quarter and a kid gets to pretend that he's in a 
helicopter or a fire truck."

"Oh, it will give you a nice ride, but it's not for 
kids and it's going to cost more than a quarter." Shawn 
answered with a sly smile.

"It's a ride?"

"Sort of."

Donetta grinned and asked, "Don't tell me what it is, 
let me see if I can figure it out." she paused for a 
few seconds and continued, "I know, somebody lays 
inside, the top closes and the thing moves around while 
the video screen in front moves around making the 
person feel like they are driving a car or something 
like that.  Am I right?  Like a ride at a one of the 
movie studio theme parks"

"No.  You lay inside, you got that part right, and 
there is a monitor inside, but it's not a simulator."

"Not a simulator, huh?  I got it, it's a coffin for 
Bill Gates, so he doesn't get bored in the afterlife."

Shawn nodded his head and frowned, "Nope, and you 
aren't even close to being funny.  Try again."

"Okay, you got me.  I have no idea what it does."

"Want to try it?"

"I don't think so Shawn.  Tell me what it is."

"I call it my Orgasmatic."

Donetta laughed out loud, "Orgasmatic?  What's it 
supposed to be, a huge vibrator or something?"

"Sort of.  Why don't you get in?"

"I don't think so." Donetta answered with a nod of her 
head, "Tell me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing that 
you've never tried it out on a living person. Have 
you?"

"Well, not this one, the other one over there is for 
men, and I know that it works."  Shawn said with a 
sheepish smile.  "Here, let me flip it on, so it can 
warm up."  Shawn pushed a button on the machine, and 
the lid closed slowly and the machine started to hum.

"What's it doing?"

"It's warming up.  Once the inside reaches a 
temperature of eighty five degrees it will start to 
beep softly.  Then you can strip off your clothes and 
hop in," Shawn suggested with a hint of excitement in 
his voice.

"Wait a minute.  First of all, I never said I was going 
to get in.  And second of all, I am not going to take 
off my clothes."

"But you have to take off your clothes.  Try it out.  
I'm pretty sure I have all of the bugs taken care of."

"No way, Shawn." Donetta replied emphatically.  "You're 
my best friend and I really love you, but I'm not 
getting in that... that... that thing.

"It's not a thing, it's the Orgasmatic.  Listen.  I'll 
give you ten percent of the profits if you do.  I 
really need somebody to test it out first, so I can 
calibrate it with a real person.  Please, Donetta. When 
have I ever asked you to anything dangerous?"

"Never - but this is different."

"No it isn't.  Look, I've known you my entire life.  
You're almost like my sister.  How many favors have I 
done for you?" Shawn didn't wait for an answer. "Lots, 
and you've helped me out even more.  If you do this for 
me, I'll never ask you for anything ever again.  I 
promise.   Please Donetta."

"Shawn." Donetta sighed.

"Please.  Trust me.  In fact, after the first time that 
you do it for me, if you don't want to ever get in the 
Orgasmatic again, you don't have to."

"Tell me exactly what it does first."

"Okay.  You get inside, and I'll put a headband around 
your head.  With that, the machine will be able to 
monitor your pulse, body temperature and other stuff.  
Then, you'll push this button and the top will slide 
shut.  The temperature inside will adjust to your 
comfort level, and will keep adjusting the entire time 
you are in there.  At the same time, you'll hear music 
softly begin to play; it will seem as if the music is 
surrounding your entire being.  The lights will slowly 
change colors; the Orgasmatic actually will be able to 
sense your mood and it uses the lights to relax you."

"It does all of this automatically?"

"It will.  Right now I took my best guesses as to what 
women like, but it really needs to be fine tuned, 
that's what I hope you will help me out with."

"Okay, I'm inside the machine and totally relaxed.  
Then what happens."

"Then machine will gently begin to rock, and at the 
same time, sensors in the bed will be able to tell what 
parts of your body are still tense, and with subtle 
vibrations and a tiny amount of current, it will softly 
massage you. Then comes the good part."

"The good part?"

"Yes, the good part.  Little probes will silently come 
out, and gently run up and down your entire body.  The 
machine will be able to sense what manipulations you 
like, and which ones you don't, all of which will 
culminate in the strongest, most intense orgasm you 
have ever felt.  And the neat part is that the machine 
will remember what you liked and will become more 
efficient every time you use it."

Donetta laughed loudly, "I finally figured out what it 
looks like, it looks like a fancy tanning bed.  Are you 
sure that you're not making all of this up just to see 
me without my clothes on?"

"Donetta."

"Are you sure that it's safe?  I mean, you mentioned 
current and stuff. How do I know that nothing's going 
to happen to me?  I mean, I remember when we were in 
high school, and you had that science project..."

"That," Shawn said with conviction, "was a long time 
ago, and I've learned a lot since then.  Just because I 
accidentally fried one frog doesn't mean I would do it 
to you.  Anyway, I've already checked everything out,  
and if there was any chance of something happening to 
you, I wouldn't ask you to do it.  I'll be monitoring 
everything from out here, and the same button that you 
use to close the top and start the Orgasmatic is the 
same button that you use to turn it off.  Just push it 
three times and the machine will shut down instantly.  
What do you say?  Are you going to help me out?"

"I don't believe that it will give me the 'ultimate 
orgasm,' but for you Shawn,"  Donetta breathed deeply, 
"I'll do it.  I have to take off all my clothes?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but turn around until I get into the machine."

Shawn turned around, but could still see her reflected 
in the mirror.  He closed his eyes and waited for her 
to tell him she was ready.  Donetta glanced at him, and 
realized that he could see her undressing in the 
mirror. With a soft smile, she realized that Shawn had 
closed his eyes.  He would probably be more embarrassed 
watching her undress than she would be being watched.  
Shawn really was her best friend, and she knew that he 
had a huge crush on her, in fact, after the last couple 
of losers she had dated, she was beginning to realize 
that Shawn was probably the nicest guy she knew. She 
slid off her underwear, tossed them on the pile of 
clothes on the desk and slid into the machine.

"Shawn." she called softly, "I'm ready.  You can put 
the headband thingy on me now."

Shawn turned, and approached the machine.  He tried not 
to look at the attractive brunette lying naked in front 
of him, but his eyes kept wandering to her body.  He 
glanced quickly at her naked breasts, the dark areolas 
in stark contrast to the lighter skin.  Shyly, he 
removed his eyes from her breasts, and looked her in 
the eyes, only to find Donetta softly smiling at him.

"Shawn.  If you want to look at me, you can.  You don't 
have to pretend like you're not looking at me.  If I 
wasn't comfortable being naked in front of you, I 
wouldn't have done it."

Shawn blushed and tried to place the headband on her 
head without actually touching her skin.  He somehow 
managed to do it, sliding the band down and adjusting 
it snugly.

"The headband is a little uncomfortable.  Is there any 
other way to monitor my pulse rate and stuff?"

"Truthfully, the pulse rate and stuff I can monitor 
with something on your arm or legs, but the neat thing 
about the headband is that it can read tiny electrical 
impulses in your brain and actually read your mind.  
I'm working on making the headband more comfortable.  
Hopefully by the time I get the Orgasmatic ready to 
show people, I'll have that done.  Are you ready?"

"Yes.  I'm ready as I've ever been.  And Shawn."

"Yes?"

"If this thing really works, you have to change the 
name.  Orgasmatic sounds like something sold on late 
night infomericals."

Shawn smiled and laughed, "What's wrong with that?  If 
we sell it with an infomercial, you can host the show 
and demonstrate the machine.  Do you have a better name 
in mind?"

"I tell you what.  Let me see what it's like, then I'll 
help you come up with a different name.  I *am* in 
marketing."

With a big grin, Shawn answered, "Yeah, telemarketing."

"C'mon, that's not fair.  The job market is tough right 
now.  Let's see what this thing does," Donetta said as 
she pushed the button above her head.

The top slid closed, and a pale blue light flashed on.  
She could hear a piano softly in the background, and a 
light scent of vanilla filled the air. Even though she 
was lying down, she had a sensation of floating, like 
she was weightless.

Donetta could feel the muscles in her legs softly 
relax, and soon her entire body was at rest.  She found 
it harder and harder to concentrate on her thoughts, 
instead feeling lost as the machine filled her senses.  
Without noticing it, she realized that the music had 
subtly changed, with strings joining the piano.

A soft breeze ran over her body, slightly cooler than 
the air inside the machine, raising goose bumps all 
along her flesh and hardening her nipples.

As Shawn watched the gauges in front of him, he could 
see that Donetta was totally relaxed already, and he 
waited for the machine to start the next stage. 
Everything was working perfectly.  Of course, he wasn't 
surprised by this, he had used the other Orgasmatic on 
himself, and knew that the relaxation mode was perfect.  
But the teasing mode was programmed with his best 
guesses as to what a woman would enjoy.  He didn't have 
any idea if the programming would heighten Donetta's 
erotic senses.

Inside the machine, Donetta was now nearly asleep, her 
entire body was limp, and she doubted if she could 
actually move her hand to turn off the machine if she 
wanted to.  She became aware of the bed as it softly 
massaged the back of her body; however she failed to 
notice the breeze start to concentrate between her 
legs.  Even if the machine failed to give the ultimate 
orgasm, Shawn would be able to make millions selling it 
as a sensory relaxation machine.

 From the outside, Shawn could hear the gears and levers 
start to grind, as the mechanical arms he designed 
started to move.  If he had programmed everything 
right, the probes would softly massage her flesh, 
further relaxing her without her even noticing what was 
happening.

Inside the Orgasmatic, Donetta was nearly in a trance, 
with the combination of the warmth from the machine, 
the tiny electrical impulses and the mechanical action 
of the handlike probe.  After a few moments,  she 
realized that something was slowly caressing her legs, 
the mechanical hand had moved to her inner thigh, where 
it slowly moved closer to its ultimate destination.

Still relaxed, but now more conscious of her body, 
Donetta felt the mechanical hands on her thighs move 
within inches of her vagina. She also felt two of the 
hands now softly caressing her breasts, gently pinching 
her nipples.  With a soft sigh, she pushed herself 
against the hands that had reached her moist slit.

Donetta gasped audibly as one of the fingers on the 
mechanical hand gently parted her pussy lips and 
penetrated her.  The other hand that had moved up her 
thigh had somehow found its way to her clitoris, and 
was very softly rubbing it.   She thought about 
pressing the button and stopping the machine, but she 
was now enjoying what was happening and decided to 
continue.  She could feel the sexual energy begin to 
build inside her, and knew that even if this was all 
the machine could do, she was going to orgasm. Maybe it 
wouldn't be the ultimate orgasm, but comparing this 
machine to her vibrator would be like comparing a Wal 
Mart with Neiman Marcus.  They both did the same thing, 
but how it was done was the difference.

Shawn looked at the gauges, and noted that Donetta had 
quietly slipped into the first phase.  Everything that 
he had designed for the machine to do up to this point 
had worked flawlessly.  He leaned back into his chair 
as he realized that the Orgasmatic for women was a 
success.  The rest of the cycle was easy, only a 
mechanical problem could cause any problems now.  His 
design had passed the test of acceptance of a woman.  
Not just any woman, he boasted to himself, but his best 
friend and fantasy woman, Donetta.  He tried to imagine 
what she was feeling, and realized now that it was too 
late that he should have rigged up some kind of camera.

Donetta arched her back, as the finger that had 
penetrated her grew larger. It was now about three 
inches long and the width of a tapered candle.  The 
finger, or whatever it was, slowly fucked her, moving 
methodically in and out of her moistened pussy.  She 
was vaguely aware that the music had changed, the piano 
and strings now replaced by acoustic guitars, 
accompanied by a bass line that was growing louder as 
her desire grew.

Another finger had reached Donetta's neck, and instead 
of growing, this finger seemed to open and be kissing 
her neck, occasionally sucking on it. The probe that 
had been rubbing her clitoris had also opened somehow, 
and it was busy sucking gently on her little button.  
She also realized that her nipples felt as if they were 
being sucked, too.  She didn't know how Shawn had 
managed to make a machine feel so real, but she could 
have sworn that there were mouths sucking and kissing 
her neck, breasts and clitoris.  If Shawn could program 
the machine to do all of this, maybe he would be pretty 
good in bed, she thought. He sure has the imagination.

With a loud moan, Donetta pushed against the probe that 
was fucking her.  It had grown larger, and it was 
pounding into her faster and faster.  Donetta moved her 
hips in rhythm with the machine, and she could feel an 
orgasm build within her.

Shawn smiled as he noticed that Donetta was nearing 
climax.  If the machine did what it was programmed to, 
and if his calculations were correct, the Orgasmatic 
would bring her to the edge of orgasm, not letting her 
come until she felt like she was on fire.

Donetta's moans were growing louder.  As her orgasm 
neared, she flung her hips wildly against the probe 
inside her, but instead of fucking her harder as every 
man had ever done with her, the probe stopped moving, 
shrinking to about half of its size.  She tried to pump 
her hips against it, but the probe simply moved with 
her.

Wild with desire, Donetta felt the mouths move faster; 
her nipples felt as if they were on fire as they were 
sucked on gently while the bottoms of her breasts were 
caressed by the machine.  The mouth on her clitoris was 
pulling on it and sucking intensely.  As her clitoris 
was being sucked, she felt something smaller from 
inside the mouth tickle her clitoris.

Every time Donetta felt herself start to orgasm, the 
machine would back off and leave her on the edge.  
Frustrated, Donetta  tried thrusting her hips against 
the machine, trying to make it fuck her harder.  
Finally, the machine responded and the probe grew 
larger, until Donetta felt completely filled, but still 
wanting more.

Shawn looked at what he jokingly called the depth 
gauge, and shook his head in amazement.  He had made 
the maximum size of the vaginal probe ten inches long 
and about the width of a medium sized cucumber, and it 
was now at that size, but according to the information 
in front of him, Donetta's body wanted more. The 
thrusting speed was nearing max -- it looked like at 
least he had made that fast enough -- and Donetta's 
signs indicated that she was nearing total climax.

Lost in ecstasy, Donetta's conscious mind had long lost 
control of her body -it was now along just for the 
ride.  With a loud scream, she orgasmed more powerfully 
than she even imagined was possible. The probe inside 
of her continued to pound into her, and her orgasm 
continued to grow stronger. Waves of sexual electricity 
raced throughout her, as her every erogenous zone was 
being stimulated. One orgasm turned into two orgasms, 
which turned into a third and a fourth which she 
screamed and moaned loudly throughout.

The orgasms were coming in waves one after the other, 
with no end in sight. With a final moan, Donetta's mind 
drifted into unconsciousness, her body gently twitching 
as the orgasms that filled her body subsided. The 
Orgasmatic sensed this, and the probes slowly withdrew 
from her.  The music, which in the final stages was a 
fast repetitive bass line, quickly changed into a soft 
Spanish guitar playing in the distance.  The lights 
which had been changing rapidly, switched to a calming 
blue light.

Shawn pressed the only button on the outside of the 
machine, and the top slowly slid open.  His eyes gazed 
on Donetta's nude body in front of him, as it still 
involuntarily twitched from the intense orgasm it had 
experienced.

His eyes took in her hardened nipples and the soft skin 
of her stomach.  He noticed that the hair between her 
legs was carefully trimmed.  He gazed at her beautiful 
face, her pouty lips barely open, as she softly 
breathed.  Not wanting to take the chance of her 
awakening and finding him staring at her naked form, he 
pressed the button and watched the top slide closed.

In a few  minutes, Donetta awoke.  A solitary guitar 
played in the distance and the sweet smell of cinnamon 
was in the air. Her body was illuminated by a pale blue 
light, and she looked down on it as best she could, 
lifting her head slightly.

She felt as if she had just run a marathon, muscles 
that she didn't even knew she had sent messages to her 
head that they were overused.  She closed her eyes and 
relaxed.  Taking a deep breath she reached her hands 
toward a large glowing button above her head, and 
pressed it rapidly three times. The lid slid open, and 
she was momentarily disoriented as the bright light of 
Shawn's lab filled her eyes.

"So.  What'd you think?"  she heard Shawn ask.

"Wow," was all she could answer.

"I take it you liked it then." Shawn said with a smile 
as he handed her a robe.

"Liked it?  That was amazing.  Can you make me one for 
my apartment?"

"The second one will be yours.  I have one half 
finished already. Do you think I'm going to be rich?"

"We..." Donetta answered, "will be very rich.  This 
machine will not only be the solution for the thousands 
of unsatisfied women out there, it's also the answer 
for the world's population explosion." Donetta said 
with a smile, "Once a woman experiences this, she'll 
realize that no man can make her feel like this thing 
does."

"I don't have everything completely calibrated yet, I 
take it you'll continue to help me out?"

"If you don't let me help, I'll kill you." Donetta said 
with a smile. "And I'm sure I'll be able to convince a 
few of my friends to help out too.  Once word of this 
gets out, you'll have women over here day and night.  
You'll have to fight them off with a stick."

"Donetta?"  Shawn asked.  He wanted to tell her how 
beautiful she was, how attracted he was to her, but 
couldn't find the words.

"Yes?"

"Never mind."  Shawn paused for a second.  "I... I'm 
starved."

Wanna grab something to eat?"

Donetta smiled at him, realizing how good of a friend 
Shawn was, not only that, for the first time she 
noticed how cute he really was.  Put that together with 
his shyness, and he was pretty close to her perfect 
mate.  She wondered why she had never realized that 
before.  "Shawn, I would love to go to dinner with 
you."

Shawn grinned brightly, and was surprised as Donetta 
stepped toward him, pursed her lips and kissed him on 
the lips.  "I have the perfect name for it.  The 
CliMaxer."

Shawn felt his cheeks grow bright red, surprised by 
Donetta's kiss. Then he smiled at her, "CliMaxer, 
that's even worse than the Orgasmatic."

****END****

Just a note.  This is the first story involving Shawn, 
Donetta and the Orgasmatic/CliMaxer.   Instead of 
writing their story in one large story.  I decided to 
write it in multiple shorter stories.  I have an idea 
where I am going with them, but I ain't telling you.  
It's a surprise. ..  actually, I'm not telling you 
'cause then I can't change my mind.

Write me with your comments, positive or negative, 
Maria1971@aol.com .  I read all of my email and 
eventually write back.  ; )

New note:

I never actually wrote the sequel to this, even though
I intended to. Will I? I don't know, you tell me. Is it
a good enough beginning to warrant the effort to write
more. let me know. Maria1971@aol.com.

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