Misc. Erotica Compilation of English stories (Collected)

[Priyanka98]

"I'm not sure it will work at this range. Mat mentioned something about knowing they worked at two miles, but not beyond that." We both knew that Christy worked less than five miles away.

"It's still worth a try," Diane said, winking at me. "I'm sure we'll find out in a hurry if they do work at that distance, don't you?"

Suddenly, the thought of doing that was tempting. Very tempting. "Ok...why not. If nothing else, we'll at least get an idea of the true range of this thing." I all but ran down to my den, retrieving my laptop. Moments later, we'd accessed the memory of the chip that was contained inside the panties Christy was wearing.

"You did say seven yes?"

"Yes." Diane said lustfully. I accessed the code, set level seven, and closed the laptop.

"Guess we'll soon find out," I told her. "Now, is there anything else I haven't answered that you want to know about?"

"Yeah, what's the most times you've made a woman cum with that tongue of yours?" she asked.

"I don't know, should we try and find out?" I answered, smiling.

"Sounds like a fine idea," she said, climbing onto my kitchen table.

"I really do need to think about bringing my damn bed down here," I told her as I scooted my chair up to the table, already beginning to draw my tongue down that delicious precious slit.

Three orgasms later, the phone started ringing. We ignored it, as I was well on my way to giving Diane her fourth climax. By the sixth ring, we both knew who it had to be.

"Maybe you'd better answer it," she said. "I have a feeling if it is her, that she's desperate to speak with you."

I picked up the phone, but before I could even say hello, I heard Christy already speaking into it. "What the fuck are you doing?" If she'd been able to, she'd have been yelling. It was obvious by the sound of her hand half-covering the mouthpiece that she wasn't anyplace where she could openly yell at me, let alone speak as frankly or as freely as she would have liked.

"Something wrong?" I said giggling, letting Diane listen in as I held the earpiece between us.

"You know damn well what's wrong!" she said a little too loudly, suddenly quieting again, whispering. "I've been climaxing constantly for the last twenty minutes you prick. For the first five or so, I actually got a kick out of it, knowing full well what'd you'd done. But when I was called in to do a mammogram, standing there having an orgasm, beads of sweat popping out all over my face, trembling to beat the band, well the poor lady I was trying to do the X-rays for actually asked me if she needed to call a doctor. I finally told her I was just having a minor epileptic fit. Even then, she still wanted me to get someone. So I finally did manage to leave the room until I'd finished cumming outside in the hallway."

"Why didn't you simply take off the panties?" I asked her.

"I can't numb-nuts!" she said a bit too loudly once again. "I wear a white uniform, remember? I can't NOT wear panties for one thing, it would be too obvious. And for another, I seem to be having this major problem at the moment with my having soaked them, can you even begin to imagine?"

I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing into the phone.

"And worse, one of the physician's came by while I was standing out in the hall, he saw me just as I started cumming again. Even HE thought something was wrong, immediately escorting me into one of the examination rooms. Started taking my pulse, listening to my heart, ever had that done when you're in the middle of an orgasm?" she asked. "Well...I HAVE!"

"I'm sorry Christy," I said, laughing openly. I couldn't help myself now, the image she'd painted of herself standing out in the hall then lying down on some examination table while the doctor attempted to listen to her heartbeat while she climaxed was simply too damn funny. "I'm shutting off the program, now," I said, doing so as I terminated the access to her.

There was a momentary silence. "Thank god!" Christy said. "I'm off in half an hour. We're gonna have a little talk you and I," she said hanging up.

"Sounds like Christy's a little pissed," Diane said, stating the obvious.

"A little?" I added, no longer laughing quite as much, though I was still smiling.

"Don't worry, by the time she gets home, she'll forget ALL about being mad at you, at us," she added confidently.

"Oh? And how are you going to accomplish that?" I asked her.

"Easy, we'll give her something else to think about,"she said. "Now, about that fourth orgasm you were about to give me?" she asked.