Misc. Erotica Compilation of English stories (Collected)

[Priyanka98]

"This could blow up in our faces," I thought, but then reprogrammed Diane's microchip to a level four setting. Even Christy had had an orgasm at this level. And I began to wonder if that's what she was hoping for now.

"I hope you can hear me Ben," she said suddenly. "I'm following Diane into the bathroom, her face is flushed, she's obviously feeling something, and I think now's the time to push things just a little."

Though I could no longer see either one of them of course, I could at least hear what was going on. The sounds of a door opening, then closing, a metallic "click" sounding much like Christy had actually locked the bathroom door behind her.

"Diane? Are you in here?" Christy asked.

"Go away," I heard Diane say. There was an obvious quiver to her voice, and she sounded even a little frightened. "I'll...I'll be out in a few minutes," I heard her say a little more softly.

"Open the door Diane," Christy demanded. "I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine," Diane stated, obviously sounding not fine at all.

"I mean it Diane, if you don't open the door, I'll slide in beneath it, and I'm not looking forward to having to do that!"

"Please Christy, don't! I...I...I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure I'll be fine in just a few minutes."

"I warned you Diane...ok, here I come," Christy said. The sound of the stall door opening could be heard.

"See? I told you I'm...(THUNK)." I sat there listening to nothing but silence for a moment.

"Ben? Can you hear me? If you can, go ahead and turn the chip off," Christy said.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, startling the waitress when she came over to refill my coffee.

"Don't worry," Christy said a moment later. "I think she just fainted. Oh, and Ben? I think she just finished cumming too!" I heard her laugh, making me feel greatly relieved, but also more than just a little worried and concerned for her also.

Again there was silence for a few minutes though I could hear the sound of movement. "Diane? You ok now? I think you must have fainted...or something," she told her. "Here, let me help you up, and then maybe I'd better drive you back home," she said.

"Oh Christy, I'm so sorry, it was just so strange! I don't know what happened, one moment I was feeling, uh, feeling fine, then I felt a little light-headed, weak-kneed, and the next thing I knew, I was..."

"Having an orgasm?" Christy asked.

I dropped my keys in the gutter as I was about to insert them into the door of my car. I was still listening of course, but wanted to get home before them so I could be there when they got home. Hearing Christy's comment stunned me. "Shit Christy, don't over do it!"

Diane's voice was so low I nearly didn't hear her. "How'd you know?" She asked.

Christy laughed, though just as softly. "I saw the look in your eyes at the table," she told her. "Which is pretty close to the way I look just before I do," she said. "Haven't you ever watched yourself in a mirror when you're cumming?" Christy asked her.

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"Fuck Christy!" I said climbing into the front seat of my car. "What the hell kind of a question is that? Don't freak her out for hells sake!" I admonished her uselessly.

"No..." Diane said, simply.

"But admittedly, you do masturbate, yes?"

Again there was silence. "Can we talk about this on the way home?" she asked. "I feel sort of funny discussing this in the women's bathroom," she said.

"Of course, I'll go out and get the check, meet me out front by the car. Sure you're going to be ok?" she asked her again.

"Yes...yes, I'm fine now, seriously. I don't feel weird or anything anymore. Just a little something, different," Diane actually laughed sounding nervous.

"I guess I can tell you Christy, you're about the only person I think I could say this too. I actually think I'm horny!"

I nearly drove my car into a ditch.

"Oh yeah, we need to get you home, and quick too!" Christy said laughing with her. "We have a LOT to talk about, girlfriend, a LOT to talk about!"

I soon got out of range of the microphone. Though curious as to what else they had talked about, I could only hope that Christy would maybe fill me in later. I'd gotten home about fifteen minutes before they did, watching as they entered the house. I hoped that Christy would come over and say something to me, but it wasn't until well after Diane had gone to bed that Christy snuck over to my place. I was preparing to go to bed myself, when I heard her knocking at the backdoor. I opened it, and saw her standing there naked.

"Well? You gonna ask me in or not?"

"Only if you promise to tell me what happened after you left." I said. Christy walked over to me, reaching down, unzipping my fly and grasping my flaccid penis.

"After you fuck me," she said. "Then I will."

"I take it things went well after you left?" I said, feeling my prick growing rapidly as she continued to fondle it.

"Lets just say she got me very horny on the drive home. Very horny in fact."

We didn't make it past the kitchen table.

Nearly ripping off my clothing, Christy pulled me towards the table, hopping up on it. "Hurry Ben, I need you!"

I moved towards the edge of the table. She was situated at the perfect height. Taking my penis in hand, I began teasing her already wet slit, running the length of my member back and forth, tickling her clit before allowing it to rest against her.

"Quit teasing and fuck me, you bastard!" Christy demanded. I slid myself against her one more time, relishing the heat and warmth of her split before slipping deeply, quickly inside of her.

"Better?" I asked, as I rammed myself into her fully.

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"Oh fuck yes!" Christy groaned, thrusting back against me. I began a rhythmic coupling with her that soon had both of us racing towards climax. Whatever foreplay either one of us might have enjoyed had been going on all day. Christy was at a fever pitch, drawing me along with her in a frenzy of lust, passion and unfulfilled need.

"Harder! Faster!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around me tightly. I continued to slam into her with a rapidity that threatened to collapse the table. Barely touching it now, she had dug her hands, particularly her fingernails into my back, raking me as her pleasure began to build, taking her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy.

"Oh yes...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!" Christy screamed loudly over and over again. I felt her tense suddenly, sucking in her breath, holding it. As she did, I felt my cock expand, felt the first tremendous discharge escape my prick, filling her cunt with fluid. She screamed, every ounce of her breath exploding from her lips in wild abandonment as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

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It was quite a while before either of us had recovered sufficiently to even speak. "Damn girl, what was that all about anyway? Not that I didn't enjoy it mind you, but shit! You gotta tell me what made you so fucking horny!" I said.

"The drive home? You never shut down the program did you?" she asked. I sat there for a moment thinking.

"I thought I did," I said finally. "But in all the excitement, I'm not entirely sure that I did. Why?"

"On the way home, Diane was squirming, fidgeting around in her seat. I figured that she was still being stimulated somehow. Either you'd forgotten and left the program running, or she was causing it to work on its own by being aroused herself. Either way, I decided to try and take advantage of the situation. That's when I asked her what she was thinking about back at the restaurant. If she hadn't been as aroused as she already was, I don't think she'd have told me. But since she looked like she was on the verge of having another orgasm, she was in the mood to be sharing!"

"What did she say?"

"Well, I guess when I had mentioned that you and I had fooled around before, especially telling her how good you are with that tongue of yours..." Christy winked, "Diane started imagining that. Coupled with the stimulation she was already getting, she became more and more aroused. She admitted to me, of course, that's never happened to her before, duh. And she was really embarrassed by it initially. Anyway, telling me about it on the drive home, she got aroused all over again. And that's when I wondered if you'd left the program on. It was at that point I decided to gamble a little bit."

"Gamble? Christy? What did you do?"

Christy smiled, reaching down to actually touch herself as she remembered. "Listening to her, I told her to tell me specific's, to describe to me what she was thinking about when she came. Surprisingly, she did. And she told me in pretty juicy detail, imagining you down between her legs licking her cunt, I began playing with myself, slipping a finger beneath my panties underneath my skirt. Diane knew what I was doing of course, continued watching me, AND telling me what had turned her on so much. The more she watched, talked...the more she became excited. Shit Ben, she joined me!"
"You mean to tell me she actually played with herself in front of you on the drive home?"

"Ah huh, she did. And even came again too! The only bad thing, the moment we got home, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, slammed the door and never came out again."

"Shit! Hope we didn't freak her out," I said.

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"I think she freaked herself out," Christy replied. "I'm tempted to believe that's maybe the first time she'd ever been that horny, certainly that uninhibited. I'm serious Ben, she sat there watching me finger myself, and the next moment, she'd lifted up her skirt, slid her hand down inside the front of her panties, and was doing the same thing I was!"

I glanced at my watch, it was nearing midnight. "I wonder if she's still wearing them?" I asked. "Do you know if she sleeps naked, or what?"

"I'm pretty sure she just wears panties and a tee shirt to bed. At least that's all I've ever seen her in first thing in the morning."

"Hmmm, maybe now would be the time to experiment a little more," I suggested. Christy followed me into the den where I opened my laptop. "Well at least that's settled," I told her. "I was pretty sure I'd turned the program off, and I did. So her arousal and excitement was all due to herself, and the panties."

"Damn, they really are magic panties aren't they?" Christy said in wonder and surprise.

"Well shall we?" I asked, already accessing the program.

Christy giggled. "Better not set it too high though, she's already had an interesting day."

I set the level at two. "Guess we'll find out in the morning hopefully, maybe she'll find herself having some very interesting dreams."

"Well, I have to get up and go into work in the morning, but at least I should be up when she is. Even when she isn't working, Diane always gets up around the same time I do. I'll call you from work if I learn anything interesting," she said.

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It was shortly after eight the next morning when Christy called me from work. I knew it had to be important for her to have done so, this early.

"Oh Ben, you should have seen her this morning. She was already up when I came downstairs. She was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, but more importantly, she looked like hell."

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed.

"No...seriously. She looked like she'd been put through a ringer. In all the time we've lived together, I've never seen her look like that in the morning. You know Diane; she's always immaculate, even when she gets up in the morning, she fixes herself up first before ever coming downstairs, but not today!"

"Did she say anything?"

Christy laughed. "Yeah, that's the best part. When I asked her if she was ok, especially because she knew she looked like hell, she told me she'd had really strange dreams all night long."

"Did she tell you anything about them?"

"No. I asked, but she refused to tell me, though she said she couldn't really remember them, only that they were strange. Oh, and one other thing, I did notice she was wearing her yellow 'Monday' panties this morning. So she had changed them. That much I do know."

"Did she say anything about what her plans were for today?"

"Oh yeah, she did in fact. She mentioned she was planning on going to the mall later to do some shopping."

"Hmmm, I guess I'll follow her, see if I can experiment a little more with the settings," I told her.

"Damn, wish I could go with you," Christy said. "I bet that will be interesting!"

"I'll let you know how it went after you get home," I said.

"You better. Oh and Ben?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm wearing my panties today too.

I laughed, "Be sure and think naughty thoughts then kiddo. And make sure you share that experience with me later too!" I added.

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I had no idea what time Diane would leave, if in fact she would, after what Christy had told me over the phone. About all I could do was dress, sit patiently watching out the window in the event she decided to still go shopping. The morning dragged by. I had just about given up on her when she suddenly appeared outside heading towards her car. I quickly gathered up my laptop and keys waiting for her to pull out. After that I followed her at a fairly safe distance, fairly confident of where she was going in the event that I lost her in traffic. As an afterthought, I flipped open the laptop, accessing her 'Monday' panties code, setting the level at one.

"Might as well give her a head start," I thought. I figured it was highly unlikely that she was thinking in any terms sexual. Giving her a jumpstart to begin thinking along those lines probably wasn't a bad idea.

Diane pulled into the parking lot at the mall. Luckily, I managed to find a spot considerably closer than she had, waiting for her to go in ahead of me where I could then follow her at a relatively safe distance. As she reached the doors, about to go in, I set the level at two, shutting my computer and exiting the car. I caught up with her just as she reached a shoe store. I quickly ducked in to another one, pretending to be window shopping, when she moved on. For nearly twenty minutes she wandered around like that, with me following. In all that time I saw nothing to indicate she was either feeling or experiencing anything. Nothing in her actions even hinted that she was remotely aroused. Moments later, she stopped in front of yet another store, seemed to consider going in, and then did. I looked up at the sign overhead and smiled.

"Victoria's Secret," I said to myself. "Hmm, I wonder if she is becoming aroused after all?"

Obviously I couldn't very well follow her into the store without her becoming suspicious if she spotted me. I was fairly certain she would see me if I did. I chose instead, to position myself a short distance away, sitting down on an available bench seat where I had often sat before when I'd enjoyed my favorite past-time of simply sitting there watching the people go by. Only this time, I was only interested in one person. Diane.

As she was inside that particular store, I decided to increase the arousal level to three. No doubt that she would be feeling, or would be aware of something this time, but I hoped she would simply attribute it to being in that particular store. I also had no idea what she might be purchasing, or why for that matter. But whatever it was, I was fairly confident now that she was thinking in sexual terms.

Thirty minutes later she still hadn't come out. I'd been watching the store faithfully, so I knew she couldn't have slipped past me. Even so, I was half tempted to walk in, take a quick look around to see if I could spot her, then hopefully exit the store before she did. Instead, I accessed the code once again, and reset the level up to four.

"Come on Diane, where are you and what are you doing?" I asked myself worriedly. Fifteen minutes after that, she reappeared carrying a fairly large bag. Obviously she had made several purchases. I was dying to know what, hoping she hadn't purchased any panties and was now wearing them. Again, I didn't see anything unusual about her demeanor, suddenly becoming worried that maybe she had. As she headed towards the escalator to head upstairs to where there were even more stores, I quickly sat down on yet another bench, flipped the laptop open, accessing the code once again.

"Here we go!" I thought. I'd meant to key in level five, missing, and hitting six instead. When I did, I glanced up towards her just as she stepped on to the escalator. In the next instant I saw her appear to stumble as she stepped, grabbing hard onto the rail with both hands, appearing weak-kneed all of a sudden, frantically looking around, embarrassed as she did. I watched as she continued to ride upwards, gradually getting a hold of herself, straightening. But she maintained her firm grip on the railing as she continued up. I couldn't afford to let her out of my sight.

"Not now!" I thought.

I quickly followed after her, purposely looking off in another direction, turning my head in the event she looked back down the escalator and spotted me. By the time I had reached the upper level she was gone.

"Damn it! I lost her!" I belittled myself. I began frantically looking for her, worried enough that I stopped long enough to lower the setting back down to four, at least. Having done that, I continued on my search for her quickening my pace, glancing inside nearly every store as I passed. I was about to give up when I slipped by a bed & bathroom shop that also specialized in health food items, as well as a few 'body' relaxation kinds of items. I knew that from having in fact shopped there before myself when comparing items you could find in any health store, to those I sold in mine.

"Ah hah!" I said happily. "She's buying a vibrator!" I quickly did an immediate turnabout and sure enough, spotted her towards the back of the store, which is where they displayed all sorts of toys that they sold, under what I considered, false pretense.

"Great for working out those sore muscles," I remembered reading on one such vibrating wand. "Yeah, sure helped me out with my stiff sore muscle." I said to myself.

I was able to see her clearly from where I stood out in the hallway. Balancing my computer on the railing, I once again accessed the code, inputting level five this time, ensuring I was very careful about doing that. Even so, I expected, even anticipated, some sort of noticeable change. I did, but once again not in the manner I had expected.

Ducking behind a large fake tree that was apart of the decorations of the mall, I watched as Diane approached the checkout desk. Close enough to see, I saw her place one of those wands I'd purchased for myself upon it, as well as another, much smaller box, along with a package of batteries. She paid for everything, and I prepared to follow her out of the store when she left, when I saw her talking to the clerk who then pointed her towards the far back corner of the store once again. I watched as Diane headed off in that direction, disappearing a moment later. Curious, and unable to help myself, I quickly entered the store and approached the same sales clerk.

"Excuse me, and I feel silly having to ask you, but may I use your restroom?" I asked, appearing anxious and in badly need of having to pee.

The clerk blushed knowingly, once again pointing off in the same direction that I'd just seen Diane head for.

"Thank you," I told her, and quickly headed towards the restrooms.

I'd already noticed while standing outside that no one else had either entered or exited the store. Aside from the clerk at the register, there was only one other and she was still helping the only other person besides Diane who had gone in. I quickly made my way down the back hallway, reaching an alcove. On the right was a door marked 'Men's room'. On the left, 'Women's', I listened carefully for a moment just outside the door, hearing nothing. Scared shitless, I decided to chance it, pressing against the door and praying at the same time that it wouldn't make any noise upon opening. Thankfully it didn't. I stopped once again, listening for anyone's approach, not wanting to be caught peeking into the woman's bathroom, and turned my ear for any noises coming from inside. This time when I listened, I heard something. A very faint humming buzzing noise, almost too faint to have really heard had I not been purposely aware of what I was expecting, hoping to hear.

"Shit!" I said to myself. "She's fucking masturbating!"

Not wanting to press my luck, I quickly left passing by the clerk and giving her a "thank you" look, trying to appear a little sheepish and embarrassed as I did. She smiled back at me knowingly, quickly looking away.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," I said aloud when I finally reached the outside hallway once again. I considered waiting there for her, but then decided against it. If Diane was in fact masturbating, then I would let her off the hook for the time being and head home. I quickly shut down the program, turning it off completely, and made my way back to the car.

"See you at home kiddo," I said, satisfied that this little adventure had been a complete success.

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As I had nearly the entire afternoon to myself, I decided to head out back to the pool, catch a little sun, perhaps even grabbing a nap along the way. I'd been sitting there for less than an hour when I heard Diane's car pull into the driveway. As much as I would have liked to see her, even speak with her, I refrained from getting up, continuing to lay there instead, acting as though I was asleep. To my surprise, a short time later I heard Diane's approach as she came out back to join me.

"Hi Ben. I wondered if you were staying home today when I saw your car sitting in the driveway earlier."

Standing behind me with the bright sun to her back, I still had to shield my eyes even with my sunglasses on, trying to look at her. The way the sunlight wrapped itself around her, especially filtering through her golden hair the way it did gave her the appearance of a goddess having just descended from the heavens.

"Yeah, decided to take a couple of days off, just sit around, relax, ya know, that sorta thing," I said cordially to her.

Though we'd certainly been friendly towards one another ever since she'd moved in, we'd never in all that time even remotely flirted. Which is to say, she hadn't, anyway. And I had given up trying to flirt with her as soon as I realized it wasn't going anywhere.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Not at all, me casa, seu casa," I replied.

Diane walked around the chair, sitting down. Which surprised me as I'd fully expected her to move her chair away from me, even if it was only a few inches. She'd always done that. The fact she hadn't, I found to be extremely interesting.

The next thing I found interesting, I suddenly realized, was the fact she was wearing her one-piece swimsuit. I must have been staring at her, which wasn't any surprise as I had all kinds of thoughts bouncing around inside my head.

She turned, facing away from me and I thought I saw her blush. "Is, is something wrong with me?" she asked suddenly.

"Ah, what? No! Of course not, I was...just looking at you. The light maybe, I don't know, something, yes," I said. Here I was, caught with my mouth open, taken by surprise, and she was the one feeling awkward, uncomfortable here.

Diane turned back around facing me, still blushing but curious by the expression on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"You look different somehow,"I suggested. "Maybe your hair? No, not that, but something I said, playing it out. "Ah, you wearing different makeup?" I asked.

"No, not really," she said, blushing even more than she had been.

"Well, whatever it is, you look even more beautiful than you normally do," I said frankly. This time she turned crimson, but surprisingly, she didn't react negatively as I half expected her to, or even turn away from me.

"Thank you," she said simply.

We sat in silence for a time. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off. I figured if she was thinking in any terms sexual, then I had to allow the chip, which was tucked away inside her suit, to work it's magic. If Diane became even a little aroused, then hopefully the chip would activate and do what it was supposed to do. All I could do now was wait.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked, finally breaking the silence. It was all I could do to contain the excitement in my voice when I answered her.

"Sure, feel free to ask me anything," I said, as calmly as possible.

Diane didn't speak immediately, however I could tell she was still thinking about what, and how she wanted to say it. "Christy said that you and she have been, intimate," she said finally.

"Yes, we have," I responded, not wanting to say too little or, too much.

"Doesn't that bother you any?" Diane asked. Her question confused me a little, and I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"Careful Ben. This isn't going very well," I thought. "Bother me?" I countered.

"Yeah, the fact that she has a woman lover she's involved with, as well as being with you occasionally."

"Diane, if you're asking me if it bothers me she likes women? The answer is no. I for one find the thought of that rather arousing, to be honest with you. If you were asking me if it bothers me that she also enjoys being with me, or with men occasionally, then I'd also have to say no to that, too. I think Christy is a very sensual, sexy woman. I think that you are a very sexy, sensual woman. Obviously you don't have the same desires or feelings that Christy has, it doesn't make either one of you worse, or better than the other in my eyes...just different."

I didn't know if I'd just stepped in a pile of shit here or not. I expected some sort of tirade from Diane at this point, but I figured I didn't have a whole lot to lose either.

"You think I'm sensual? Sexy?" She asked me with obvious surprise. "Why would you think that? I don't wear sexy clothes like Christy does; hell...I don't even own a bikini. You can see what kind of swim-wear I own."

"You don't need to wear a bikini to look sexy, Diane. Or even be sensual. The look on your face you were showing me earlier was about as sensual as I've ever seen any woman look. And even though you're not flashing a lot of bare skin in that suit, it still doesn't stop me from wondering what you'd look like beneath it."

"You, you think about what I look like naked?" She again asked, in semi-surprised shock.

"Since you've asked me...yes. Yes I do. And maybe you'll get mad at me for saying this to you Diane, but, since we're being honest here, I'll be truthful with you and confess that I have in fact masturbated while fantasizing about you. And yes, wondering what you look like naked, wondering how you'd feel in my arms. Wondering...how you'd taste!"

I'd strung out a hell of a lot of information as quickly as I could say it. Expecting her to suddenly stand up and run off into the house. Frankly, I was surprised she hadn't, surprised at the very least that she hadn't hauled off and slapped me or something.

She sat there looking at me. I kept waiting for her arm to go back, expecting it any moment. Or at the very least her getting up and all but running back into the house.

"I've never experienced that," she said quietly. Now I really was confused, it wasn't the answer, or even the reaction I was expecting. Worse...I'd forgotten the question if there had in fact been one.

"Ah, experienced what?" I asked tentatively.

Diane was blushing again, profusely. "What you said. Wondering what I would taste like. I've never had anyone do that to me," she admitted. Now I really was shocked.

"You've, you've never had anyone go down on you before?" I asked incredulously.

"No...never!"

I'd noticed for perhaps the past five minutes or so that Diane had also appeared a little fidgety. I couldn't help but wonder if she had triggered the computer chip, and that now it was helping her become even more aroused than she obviously had been.

"As beautiful and attractive as you are? You mean to tell me that no one has ever done that for you?"

Diane shook her head no. "I'm sure Christy has told you...I'm still a virgin Ben. And I plan on staying that way until my wedding night," she said truthfully.

I swallowed, maybe Diane was out of reach here after all, but it hadn't been the point to see if I could seduce her actually. Just arouse her, prove that Mat's micro-"cum" chips as he called them really did work. Diane had been the perfect unbiased subject.

I was about to answer her, though I wasn't sure what exactly I was going to say when she stood up. I figured our conversation was over with. Obviously I had treaded on thin ice here with her, and had fallen through.
"Diane," I began, trying to think of something else to say to her when she pulled her top down, exposing her marvelous pink-tipped breasts.

"I am sensual Ben, even sexy maybe. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't have feelings, or experience desires. Especially lately," she said as though still curiously wondering about that. "And I'll tell you something else too, I've been fantasizing a lot lately, more than I ever have it seems, and...I've been fantasizing about you!"

Diane almost teasingly pulled her suit down the rest of the way, stepping out of it. The fact she had done so in the backyard in broad daylight spoke volumes. The fact I had a very high privacy fence might have helped. But as demure and shy as Diane had been previously regarding anything of a sexual nature, she had shocked me by this sudden, dramatic change in attitude.

I found myself staring at the thin, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair covering her mound. It was almost mesmerizing, drawing me towards her like a magnet. I held out my arms towards her, she in turn walking forwards towards me. Sitting up, I found myself perfectly positioned and sweetly kissed her fur-lined slit. As I held her there, I felt her tremble, felt a thousand tiny goose bumps suddenly break out all over her arms and legs.

I nuzzled her sweet smelling quim with my nose, drinking in her fragrance, tentatively touching her with the tip of my tongue. Once again she shivered, I felt the sudden pressure of her hand on the top of my head for balance, security. I licked her again, a little more forcefully, pushing my tongue through the barrier of her lips, forcing my way in.

"Oh Ben!" She moaned softly.

She spread her legs for me almost involuntarily. Diane was wet, very wet. I couldn't help but wonder if that little microchip had had anything to do with Diane's particular state of arousal. Even if it had, where she was now, and climbing quickly, was all her.

I found her hard tiny little knot of sensitized flesh. I kissed it, and then licked it lightly, tenderly. Again she groaned, again she seemed to almost collapse against me, stepping away from me now, settling down on the bath towel she'd brought outside with her. I followed, once again placing myself between her legs, reaching up simultaneously to feel, caress and play with those soft sweet tits for the first time.

Diane was on fire. In all the time I'd known her, I had never seen her act this way! Never in a million years would I have thought that I would one day be lying down between her legs licking her pussy the way I was doing now either!

"Oh my gawd Ben! I can't believe what this feels like!" she exclaimed. I continued tonguing her slit, flicking her clit with a series of rapid strokes, alternating with kissing and sucking it, in between. I was also enjoying the feel of those incredible firm nipples. Diane had longer, fatter, thicker nipples than Christy had. As I pulled on them, stretching them away from her breasts, rolling them between my fingers, her pussy seemed to flow with an even greater abundance of female nectar.

"You're driving me crazy!" Diane groaned wildly. "Oh Ben...Oh Ben...Oh Ben!"

Diane wasn't the only one going nuts here. I could feel my erection trying to burrow a hole into the ground. I knew she was only a few seconds away from climaxing, wondering briefly if she would in turn do something to alleviate and satisfy my own rapidly growing need.

As her back began to arch upwards, tensing, I knew that she was dangling off the edge. Switching tactics slightly, I captured her clitoris between my lips, holding onto it, sucking it gently.

"Oh fuck! Ben! I'm cumming!" She wailed. I sucked her clit into my mouth as hard as I could without hurting her. Diane's loud unexpected scream of pure pleasure split the silence of the day. Like her orgasm, the high pitched scream gradually diminished, as did my sucking of her clit in response to her slow decent back from her trip to paradise.

The sounds of dogs barking nearby alerted us both that if the neighbors had been curious, they'd certainly be aware of what we'd been doing now.

"Lets go inside," she implored me, scurrying away before I could say anything to her. My face was slick with her juices, wiping it as I chased after her; I once again enjoyed the sweet taste of her pussy, reminding me of what she had told me earlier. We'd barely gotten inside my place when she turned, facing me as I entered.

I stood just inside the door of my kitchen, inserting my finger into my mouth licking the juices off that I had wiped from my face. Diane's look was of incredulous rapture as she watched me.

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"You taste fucking good Diane!" I told her continuing to lick my fingers. For a moment, I thought she was going to cry. Walking over towards me, she took my hand from my mouth, she guided me down between her legs, where I caressed her pussy, sliding my index finger up her still very moist wet slit. She next pulled my hand back up to her mouth; sucking the finger I had just finished gliding over her.

"Hmm, yes I do, don't I?" She smiled wickedly. I was a little stunned by this sudden change in her, this naughty delicious change I was seeing in this vixen that had miraculously transformed before my very eyes. She dropped down to her knees before me, yanking my swim trunks down as she did, freeing my erection that stood hard, throbbing. Looking up at me, my prick resting comfortably against her cheek, she spoke.

"I've never done this before either!"she confessed. "So tell me, help me to please you," she asked, slipping my cock inside her mouth.

At first her touch was almost too gentle, gradually she began to explore me with her mouth however, increasing the pressure of her lips as her excitement increased. The touch of her hand as she softly cupped and began to fondle my balls was exquisite.

"Oh yeah...that's nice Diane," I hissed. Removing my cock, she again looked at me expectantly.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Fuck yes...you're doing it perfectly," I told her. "Keep sucking, I promise I'll tell you before I cum."

"Will you cum in my mouth?" she asked. I stared at her, disbelief.

"No...unless you want me to," I added. She smiled, licking the shaft momentarily.

"I'd like to experience that," she smiled sucking me again.

"Fuck Diane...now who's driving who crazy?" I responded. She giggled, drawing me fully between her lips, sucking me furiously, jacking my prick with easy up and down motions designed to take me over the edge.

Now it was my turn to place my hands on her head for support. Running my fingers through her soft silken hair, I caressed her scalp, enjoying the sensuality and intimacy of so simple an act. Even as her mouth brought me closer and closer towards orgasm, I marveled at how good she felt, how nice it was to simply be touching her in this way.

"I'm, almost, there," I barely managed, still trying to give her some sort of warning of my impending release. If anything, she increased the pressure of her lips on me, drawing out my orgasm. I felt the first wondrous mind-numbing ejaculation escape from the tip of my cock, squirting forcefully inside her mouth. Diane flinched slightly as it did, I expected her to withdraw my penis, feeling that she was still unprepared for the continued onslaught as I continued pumping, spilling copious amounts of my semen into her mouth, down her throat.

Frankly I was surprised. As much as I had cum, Diane had taken every bit of it. Sucking me completely dry. I finally helped her to stand back up on her feet.

"That wasn't anything like I thought it would be," she said. I couldn't help but wonder if that was a good...or bad thing. But she went on, answering my unspoken question.

"I rather liked it," she said, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

We both stumbled over to the table, sitting down. "I'm starting to think I should maybe move my bed down here to the kitchen," I told her. "Seems like I'm never going to make it that far with any women."

"I take it you and Christy didn't make it upstairs the other night either," she said watching my face curiously. "I figured you two were doing something, especially since she didn't come home until well after midnight."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Obviously neither Christy or I were fooling anybody.

"I may be blonde, even naïve, but I'm certainly not dumb Ben. Even before Christy admitted to me that the two of you fooled around once in a while, I already had my suspicions. Even with her having a female lover, I knew that wouldn't bother you...more likely, arouse you," she laughed out loud.

"What?" I asked.

"Boy, won't Christy be shocked when she hears about what we did this afternoon," she said, still giggling.

"Diane...there's no reason she needs to know...I promise..."

Diane quit laughing, suddenly becoming quite serious as she interrupted me. "Like I said Ben, I'm not dumb. Just because you and I had a little fun this afternoon, I'm not stupid enough to think that the two of you won't continue to be intimate, or share things, especially things about me. I know the two of you have discussed my non-existent sex-life, hell, Christy told me that much already."

"So it wouldn't upset you if I were to tell her?" I asked, seeking some sort of reassurance from her that she wouldn't be hurt...or worse, angry.

"Are you kidding? I want to be there when you do tell her. If for nothing else then just to see the expression on her face!"

I sat there staring at Diane. It had been like watching a beautiful butterfly suddenly emerging from its cocoon. "I have to admit Diane, you've surprised me. It's like you're suddenly this entirely different person. Like I said, you've always been sexy, sensual in your own way, but I confess, you're even more so now!"

"I know what you mean," she began. "I don't know exactly what's been happening to me lately either. Like the other night when I figured the two of you were over here messing around. I started thinking about it, fantasizing...in the next instant, I was horny as hell. I even started masturbating while picturing the two of you together, which honestly isn't really like me. Then on top of that, I had these really weird dreams all night long. In the dreams, I was doing things that I'd never even thought of or considered doing before like sucking your cock," she added smiling. "Hell, an hour ago I'd have never even said the word cock in front of you," she laughed out loud.

Suddenly I was experiencing a major guilt trip. I liked Diane; perhaps more than I would have thought I really did. Seeing her acting like this however, gave me a much deeper appreciation for her true personality, her honest blooming flower of sensuality that was so damn refreshing. I couldn't in good conscience not tell her what I had done.

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"Diane, there's something I need to tell you," I said seriously. "But I want you to promise to listen to me, to hear everything that I have to tell you. I know in fact, I'm pretty sure you will, become angry with me, though I hope not. But I need to tell you anyway, and I also want to ask for your forgiveness before I do, as you might very well never speak to me again after this."

I certainly had her attention. Diane straightened up in her chair, suddenly aware of her nudity. "Should I dress for the occasion?" she asked, still trying to keep things friendly and comfortable between us, fearful however that all that was about to change for whatever reason.

"Actually, I'd prefer it if you didn't. I like looking at you...love it in fact. But after what I'm about to tell you, chances are you'll never let me see you naked again."

There was an obvious look of concern in her eyes; Diane even crossed her hands over her breasts, covering them, though I'm not sure she'd done so consciously.

"Go on," she said expectantly though a bit more icely, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and began.

"Last week, I'd arrived early at the shop as I usually do, you know, straightening up, putting things away when I noticed this guy standing outside my door, holding up a pair of panties..."

I told Diane everything. For a solid hour I kept talking, expecting her to stand up at any moment ending our relationship, not to mention my explanation, if I could even hope to try and call it that, for what I had done to her. Several times I saw her eyes widen with what could only be construed as shock; sometimes even anger. But to my complete and total surprise, she continued to sit there without speaking, without so much as uttering a single word until I had finished. When I was done, I looked at her expectantly, waiting for the anger, humiliation, to come exploding out of her in a fashion that I wasn't looking forward to seeing.

"So, you and Christy put one of these chips in every pair of panties I own, including my swimsuit?" she asked.

"Well, only about a weeks worth actually," I said, as though that would somehow make a difference. I looked at her, still trying to gage her expression, finding her unreadable, wondering when the end would finally come. When it did I sat dumbfounded, as Diane began laughing...hysterically.

"So you mean to tell me, you actually followed me into the mall, arousing me with that computer of yours activating that whatever the hell you call it chip thingy, making me as horny as I've been lately?"

"Ah huh," I said sheepishly, but more confused now than ever. Diane stood, finally uncrossing her hands from in front of her breasts, totally unaware of her nudity as she paced back and forth across my kitchen. I was still waiting for the explosion to come, sure that it was building to an even greater explosion than I'd been worried about seeing in the first place.

"So, all these feelings I've been having, all these thoughts I've been experiencing, all these orgasms I've suddenly started having, they're all because of what you did with these panties?"

I didn't dare answer. All I could do was nod my head yes.

"You beautiful naughty little bastard, you!" she said from out of the blue. You could have knocked me over with a feather at that point.

"So, how high did you take me up to?" she questioned. Flabbergasted, I could only answer her honestly.

"To level six...I think, but that was by accident, and only for a minute or so before I turned it down."

"And you said that Christy's even wearing a pair at work today?" she asked me again.

"Yes, why?" The look on her face said it all.

"Because I want you to do me a little favor," she said wickedly. "After all you owe me, as does Christy. I want you to access her panties," she giggled at the sound of that. "And give her the whole nine yards worth!" she said evilly.

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"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.

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Diane was confident that Christy would come to my place before going inside to her own, so we waited for her here.

"I can't believe you're doing this," I told her. "Christy's going to just die!" I added. I was still a little bewildered over Diane's sudden, almost too drastic change. We were both still naked. I stood at the window peering out through the blinds waiting for Christy to pull up. Diane was lying on the couch in my front room, gently stroking herself, keeping herself aroused, which she'd pretty much been all afternoon.

"I'm anxious to see the look on her face when she sees me like this," Diane stated excitedly. "Won't she be surprised!"
"Surprised isn't exactly the word I'd use," I retorted back to her. "You're sure about this?" I asked her once again.

"Very," Diane said. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon now, I can't think of a better way to blow her away," Diane added.

"Oh, you'll do that alright. The moment she sees you lying there like that?" I laughed lustfully. I was becoming more and more aroused now myself. My cock was bouncing up and down all by itself in excited expectation. "She's here!" I announced having just seen her pulling into the drive.

"Ok, come over here and lie down on the floor like we discussed. I'll get on top so it will look like we're actually fucking, don't forget to be moaning a lot when she walks in," she told me.

Doing as I was told, Diane then climbed on top of me, tucking my cock down between her legs, but bent at the wrong angle so that it wasn't actually anywhere's close to going inside her, or even attempting to. But it still felt nice, pressed against her the way it was. I was delighted of course to reach up and begin playing with her breasts again however. Something I didn't have to fake, immediately enjoying myself and not really faking my moans at all as we began playing. A second after that, we both heard Christy come inside my backdoor into the kitchen without even knocking.

"Ben? Ben? Are you in here?" she called out. Neither of us answered her of course, though we both began grunting and groaning as though we'd been at it for an hour.

"Diane?" We heard her question, more to herself than to anyone else as the sound of footsteps rapidly approached down the hallway towards my living room.

"Holy shit!" Christy said a moment later when she entered the room. "Diane? Is that really you?"

"Hi Christy! Yes, it really is me. I think those panties I've been wearing has had something to do with it. I decided to fuck the information out of Ben...but so far, he's been uncooperative. Would you care to come over here and help me?" she asked.

The look on Christy's face was priceless. For a moment, I actually thought she might topple over, but she seemed to compose herself and actually began taking off her clothing.

"You're serious?" Christy said doubtfully, even as she all but tore off her blouse, undoing her bra faster than anyone I'd ever seen do it before.

"Oh yeah," Diane moaned happily, bouncing up and down on top of me just as though we really were fucking, though her pussy was stimulating my cock, anyway.

Christy quickly finished undressing, even tossing her special panties halfway across the room with her foot when she slipped them off. "I still can't believe I'm actually seeing this," she stated cautiously, as she approached.

I was fully expecting that now Diane had gotten Christy naked, she'd let her in on the joke. But her next action confused me just as much as it had to have confused Christy.

Diane and I both watched as Christy slowly approached. In the next instant however, Diane motioned for her to come and stand next to her. When she did, I saw Diane run her hand, then fingers up Christy's slit, spreading her a part with her fingers as she did. Christy gave me an inquisitive "What the fuck's going on" look, which I in turn gave one back to her with the same sort of expression on my face.

Before either one of us knew what was happening, Diane suddenly was running her tongue over Christy's widely spread lips, tickling her clit the same way I'd been doing to Diane's all afternoon.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to do that," she said a moment later, now I can see why you enjoy doing it so much, Christy!"

Diane immediately continued licking, Christy now succumbing to the delicious sensations she was feeling, all anger, if there truly had been any to begin with, all but forgotten as she tossed her head back in gleeful ecstasy as Diane's tongue played beautifully upon her hard swollen cunt nipple.

For myself, I was more than content to continue lying there caressing and playing with Diane's tits. I enjoyed the softness of each as they filled my hands, marveled at the hard twin marbles as I rolled them between my fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure and ecstasy from Diane as I did. Even the not quite dry humping of her pussy against my cock was stimulating enough to feel exceptionally good.

When I felt Diane reaching down between us, I assumed she was going to do nothing more than play with me, which I was more than happy to let her do. Truth of it was, my cock was aching for a little more direct contact than it had been getting. I felt her hand surround me as she lifted up slightly, allowing me to readjust things so that I was considerably more comfortable. What happened next took me totally and completely by surprise. I felt Diane position my cock, felt the head of my prick nuzzle itself softly against the wet moist folds of her lips. Diane began pressing down upon me in the next instant.

"Diane?" I just managed to get out.

She removed her mouth from Christy's pussy long enough to speak. "Shut up Ben, before I change my mind."

"What's going on?" Christy asked.

I felt the tip of my prick forcing it's way through Diane's hymen. I felt it stretch, felt the pressure as she struggled through the obvious pain. Suddenly, it gave way. I felt my cock slide quickly and deeply inside her. Diane let out a small painful little cry, holding herself completely still, just as I did.

"Oh Diane!" Christy said, catching on suddenly...you...you..."

"Just lost my virginity," she said through clenched teeth, slowly adjusting to the sudden intrusion of my cock having just ravished her virginal cunt. Diane remained motionless, gradually getting used to the sensation. As the initial pain ebbed away, she began moving, but so subtly that for a moment or so, I wasn't even aware that she was.

"Why did you decide to do it?" I had to ask. "Didn't you say you wanted to wait until you were married?"

"I've been saying that ever since I was eighteen. Ten years later I'm still unmarried, and up until a few moments ago...a virgin. Now at least I can quit wasting time and start enjoying all the things I've obviously been missing out on," she announced with a great deal of satisfaction.

"Well Ben? You just gonna lie there, or are you really going to fuck me now?"

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After a very brief discussion, we switched positions. Diane now made herself a little more comfortable, as I re-entered her, carefully doing so, sliding in and out of her as carefully as possible until she began telling me to do otherwise. Christy knelt down next to her, lovingly kissing, sucking Diane's sweet hard nipples. I watched as Diane reached beneath her, obviously fingering her quim while I continued thrusting in and out of her rapidly awakening pussy.

"I can't believe I've let all this time go by!" she said enthusiastically, after a time. "Damn Christy, this really does feel good doesn't it?"

"Just make sure you save a little of that for me," Christy said. "After what the two of you did to me today, you owe me that much!"

"I'd best not cum in you," I told her honestly. Diane had to agree with that, especially as neither one of us was using any form of protection at the moment. As I felt my own orgasm quickly approaching, I told her so...pulling out well ahead of anything happening.

"Why don't you cum in my mouth again?" she said.

"What did you just say?" Christy suddenly asked. Diane laughed...

"Oh, I guess you didn't know that part...earlier, after Ben had driven me nuts with that tongue you kept telling me about, I gave him a very nice "thank you" blowjob. Rather liked doing that actually."

Christy looked back and forth between us. "She really did that huh?" she said. I nodded my head, grinning quite happily, already looking forward to another repeat performance.

"Well...ok, seems there's a hell of a lot of 'firsts'happening here," she said. "So I might as well discover for myself what the big fucking mystery's all about."

"Wanna share?" Diane asked her.

"Sure. why not, another first?" They both laughed then. Though I wasn't...just smiling like hell, was all.

The feel of both pairs of lips, tongues teasing my shaft, licking me, kissing me up and down was the best thing I'd ever experienced before in my entire life. Diane and Christy took wonderfully nice turns sucking and then licking my prick. For the first time in my life I enjoyed the sensation of pure unadulterated selfishness, as the two women stroked me, coaxed me, and drove me crazy with pleasure. When I came, I came as hard as I ever had, watching with delight as they both shared in the taking of my fluid pleasures, delighting in the sensations and experience of something that had gone far beyond my wildest dreams.

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Having watched Diane and Christy go down on one another had been the proverbial icing on the cake. "Tapped out" as I'd called it earlier, I was content to lay there and enjoy watching the two of them together until they had both sung out in harmonious joy as their respective orgasms were achieved. We talked for a long time after that. We discussed the possible future, our living arrangements, expectations and of course, the panties themselves.

The following day I contacted Mat, letting him know that I would have the money for him by the end of the week. I then contacted one of the distributors that supplied my store, Diane as well as Christy willingly giving him first hand information of their experiences. Two months after that, we'd sold nearly five hundred pairs of panties at fifty dollars a pair in less than two weeks, already holding backorders for nearly three times that amount. Though we were still a long way from recouping our investment, Mat and I could now see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It had been Diane's suggestion that we market the panties as something dreams were made of, simply because as she'd already discovered, she'd had the most erotic, sensual dreams she'd ever had while wearing them. We came up with a new name for my store, selling Mat's magic panties under The Sandman ltd, "Panties for the sweetest dreams".

With luck, women all across the nation will be wearing The Sandman's panties. What more could a guy ask for?

Oh...Diane and I were married a short time after all this happened. Christy now lives with her girlfriend next door to us. And yes, we all get together every once in a while for a little exciting fun.

As for Mat? Well, he thinks he's just about perfected a new microchip. "The penis pal" he calls it. Fits inside a comfortable sexy looking jock strap.

I for one am looking forward to trying it when it's done. As are the girls.




The End

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INESCAPABLE PLEASURE



Having a very sexually repressed upbringing left me very vulnerable to developing some very powerful kinks later in life. Once I hit university, a wide world of sexual exploration opened up to me that I had never even considered before. To make things even better, my family had helped me rent an apartment off campus (to keep their precious daughter away from all those bad influences, of course) which left me with a whole house to myself. I was primed to get myself into trouble, and very eager to do so.

Unfortunately, the was one major obstacle I hadn't planned for: I was painfully shy when it came to real life sex. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone once or twice, mostly with a lot of alcohol, but my own self-consciousness at not knowing what I was doing really dampened the mood. And so, I resolved to figure myself out before jumping back in the pool. As with everything I did back then, from my studies to my hobbies, I went all in on my little "project". No expense would be spared, no angle left uninvestigated. I would take myself for a serious ride.

Over the next few weeks, packages would arrive every few days. When you don't have much of a social life, you'd be amazed how large a budget for sex toys you can justify. Between my studies and my "investigations", I didn't really have time for other people and I also didn't really mind. Dildos, vibrators, lubes, plugs, porn... I had more than enough to occupy my time. But while it was all deeply enjoyable, I still didn't feel like I had really figured out my "best pleasure" yet. Everything felt good, but the most exciting thing about all of it was the fact that I had gone so overboard with it... but it wasn't enough. I wanted to go more overboard, wanted to make the experience even more hedonistically extravagant. I wanted a kink of my own, but I didn't even know where to start.

The answer, of course, is that you find things like that by accident.

It started off simply enough, at least for how I was at the time: I had slapped a suction cup dildo onto the edge of my tub, and slipped a vibrating cock ring onto it. I had been playing around with riding cowgirl, and found this was the best way to really ride any of the toys I had bought so far. With one foot in the tub and one foot on my bathroom floor, I bounced up and down onto the toy with my hands behind my head. A fantasy floated through my mind, imagining my hands cuffed above me: maybe bondage was an angle I should look into? The idea definitely sent shivers through me, and I found myself quickly cumming hard around the vibrating dildo. The sensations quickly became intense, and I moved to lift myself up and off the toy.

On this fateful day, I had left just a bit of water in the bottom of the tub when I last showered. And so, when I went to stand, my foot in the tub slipped on the water and slid out from under me.

Out of reflex, I immediately shifted my weight to the foot outside the tub. But that foot had been on my bathmat, and the sudden sideways motion caused it to slide out from under me as well. In the span of one frantic second, instead of lifting myself off the dildo, I had instead slammed myself down onto it with all of my weight.

Fortunately for me, this particular dildo wasn't overly wide or long. But the vibrating cock ring was an entirely different matter, as I pinned it against my oversensitive clit with full force. As my legs scrabbled for stability, stars exploded behind my eyes as a single thought flashed through my mind: Oh my god, am I trapped on this vibrating cock? Will it just keep assaulting my pussy, over and over?

Of course, the answer was "no" because my hands weren't actually tied up in any way. All I had to do was hold the side of the tub to stabilize myself, and I would be able to easily lift myself up and off the invader. But the unexpected and massive second orgasm that hit me first took my breath away, and I found myself almost passing out before finally freeing myself from the situation.

All in all, I had been "trapped" for maybe twenty seconds of panicked flailing, and I had never been in any genuine danger. But as I lay panting on my bathroom floor, staring up at the still-vibrating dildo, I knew I had awakened something in myself. Reaching down, I was absolutely soaked in a way I had never been before. The brief thought that I might have been trapped and forced to endure endless mechanical pleasure had set my mind on fire, and I immediately knew my search was over. It wasn't about what turned me on anymore; now, it was about the how of it. What was the best way for me to leverage this newfound interest of mine?

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I started small, of course. The simplest attempt was to just play with a vibrator in bed, but to try and keep holding it against me once I came. This didn't work at all: once the post-orgasm sensitivity spiked up, I reflexively pulled the toy out right away. I just didn't have the discipline to keep it in place, even if regret washed over me as soon as I pulled it away. I needed that feeling of helplessness, needed something to actually stop me from giving up right away.

At this point, it was reasonable to consider involving other people in my sex life again. But the situation had changed over time: a strange side effect of my nonexistent social life was significant success in my studies. With increased success came increased obligations, and the window of opportunity to socialize freely had closed behind me. This didn't bother me as much as I expected it would: between my work and my "play", I felt quite fulfilled and didn't really miss it. It did, however, mean that I couldn't look towards giving up control to another person in order to achieve my necessary feelings of helplessness. And so, I became increasingly creative.

By the time I graduated, I had devised a setup where I would turn on a vibrator, slide it into myself, slip on a pair of panties to hold it in place, then I'd tie my hands to the bed frame. The knots were never that good, but it was enough that I would have to put effort into untying them in order to release myself. I would enjoy the slow build, writhing on the bed knowing the torment to come, until finally the inevitable crash would hit me. Only once I came would I allow myself to begin trying to escape, at which point my sensitive pussy would force the most delicious moans from me as my toy cruelly continued its assault. My fingers would tremble as I would struggle with the knots, lengthening my torment whether I wished it or not. Eventually I would manage to work myself free, shaking as I would slip the panties aside so that my twitching pussy could force the invader out and onto the bed, still buzzing angrily. Exhausted and satisfied, I would commonly fall asleep right then and there (leading to many unnecessarily dead batteries, as I would forget to shut the damn toy off first).

I was addicted to the ritual of pleasure I had created for myself, and my mind was filled with extravagant scenarios in which I would be forced to endure more and more mechanical torment. Thanks to my exceptional grades, I was employed directly out of college at a corporation halfway across the country. While my family cried and wailed as they wished me goodbye, all I could think of was the absolute freedom that awaited me: if this is what I had accomplished on a student's budget, what could I get up to with real resources at my fingertips? The prospects thrilled me, and I began to comb through my fantasies for aspects that I could actually achieve, no matter how ridiculous. I had dreams to work towards, and no reasons to hold myself back. The idea that any of this could go too far never even occurred to me at the time, nor would it for over a year.

The day I finally made a serious mistake was a Friday, leading into a long weekend. I had been working late all week, leading a number of high stress projects that had been ongoing for months. This would be the first real weekend of freedom I had in quite a long time, and I intended to make the most of it. Kicking off my shoes haphazardly in the front hallway of my house, I threw a frozen dinner into the microwave as I began to unzip my dress. I rarely wore much clothing while at home these days, mostly just to enjoy the freedom of nudity. But this time, I was more concerned with efficiency: once I had eating the food I biologically required, I was anxiously looking forward to fucking away all the tension that had been building up without release. I ate quickly in my bra and panties, impatient to move on to fulfilling my baser needs. Once finished, I finished undressing to take a quick shower while I digested, then barely towelled off before heading down into the basement.

The rest of my house was kept presentable to guests, just in case I ever had any (though I generally didn't). The basement, however, was for my eyes only. It wasn't finished, with a concrete floor and exposed beams for walls. In any other household, it would have been filled with spare seasonal decorations and other random storage. In my house, it contained a washer & dryer in the corner, and an intimidating conglomeration of sex machines and chains in the center.

It had taken some time to assemble, with parts being switched in and out and the overall design being a matter of trial and error. But the current setup was a resounding success, to the point of making me instantly wet anytime I laid my eyes upon it. At its core, a sybian sat upon a large foam mat, wide enough for my knees on either side to be protected from the hard concrete floor. The sybian itself was relatively standard, save for the control box which I had replaced with a custom aftermarket model. Instead of manually controlling the speed, vibration, and rotation, this control box would instead randomly cycle through preset "sequences" on its own. Once turned on, it would keep playing through its options endlessly until turned off.

Around the foam mat, a number of steel brackets were drilled into the concrete. These had been an absolute bitch to install, especially when any of them would turn out to be slightly misplaced. I was never exactly handy with power tools, and found the masonry drill I rented to be loud and hellish, but I was too motivated to let it stop me. And so, after great effort, I had put together the current arrangement of brackets to hold strong chains in place. And within reach in front of the sybian, a single steel rod was drilled down deep into the concrete. It had a small hole through it near the top, just large enough to accept the shank of a padlock.

Completing the set was a set of cuffs: one for each ankle, one for each thigh, and one belt for my waist. Each was made of strong leather, padded for comfort, but held in place by strong keyed locks. The key was stored on a shelf at the edge of the room, far from the sybian. Each cuff & belt was attached to a length of thick chain, measured to the perfect length. Already feeling myself drip with excitement, I began to lock the cuffs and belts into place; the weight of the unbound chains always made my stomach flutter with excitement for what was to come. On a whim, I set my phone on the shelf with the key, setting it to record a video. I hadn't ever recorded one of my sessions before, but I found myself curious to see what I looked like as I thrashed and moaned.

Dragging the chains behind me, I moved over to the sybian sitting ominously in the center of the room. Lube sat in reach nearby, and I began to cover the toy liberally; it would not do for things to dry out once things started, given how difficult it was to stop. Once everything seemed ready, I knelt carefully onto the sybian's protruding cock, feeling its textured base nestle against my clit. Even without power, it made me shiver with anticipation.

Carefully, I began to thread the chains of my cuffs through the brackets on the floor. As each was pulled into place, I felt myself lose mobility: all the chains held me down atop the sybian, unable to raise myself far enough for my clit to escape the silicone surface that would soon be vibrating incessantly against it. With everything in place, there was absolutely no mercy or escape for me.

All the chains ended in the same place: their final links just reached the single steel rod that jutted up in front of the sybian, enough that I could slide the rod through to hold them in place. And once every chain was pulled taut against the rod, the final step was put into place: a cheap dial combination lock that I had originally purchased to use on my gym locker.

As anyone would know who had used these dial locks before, they weren't exactly the most reliable. Turn twice to the right, set the right number, once to the left, and so on... even at the best of times, they could be quite finicky to unlock. When you just wanted to open your locker so you could go home, this was a downside. But as a final challenge to overcome as a rumbling powerhouse of sexual pleasure tortured your pussy? It was perfect. Slipping it into the hole near the top of the steel rod, I snapped it closed and spun the dial once randomly to ensure a challenge when the time came. Now, until that lock was removed, I was absolutely pinned to the powerful toy between my legs. All that was left was to awaken the beast.

Taking hold of the control box, I looked up at the clock I had placed in full view: 8:43. More than enough time to utterly exhaust myself, and stil get a full night's sleep. My record so far had been an forty-seven minutes, but I was feeling ambitious tonight and wanted to give my best since I was recording this for posterity. Of course, that could just as easily work against me: being too horny frequently meant I came too quickly, and was soon sent scrambling against the padlock for my freedom. But whatever happened, I was always left feeling completely satisfied. With one last shaky breath, I clicked the box to "ON" and quickly tossed the control box out of reach.

God, if only I had known what that night had in store for me. But would I have done anything different, if I had?

[Priyanka98]

I had come to recognize most of the sybian's automated patterns at this point: some were more gentle, others were near-abusive in their intensity. I had come to assign personality to my machine, given how much time I had spent subjected to its whims. Tonight, it seemed angry at me. No sooner than the control box had left my hands, the machine revved straight up to full power with no warning.

I doubled forward, gasping. As pent up as I had been, I had still been expecting some degree of a buildup before plunging into the deep end. It knocked the wind out of my lungs, leaving me unable to even moan. But just as soon as it began, the machine stopped completely, leaving me confused and desperate. It hadn't played this trick on me before, and it left me unsteady and unprepared for whatever came next.

Before I could think deeply on the matter, it loudly revved back to life beneath me. More moderated now, it sent me on a rollercoaster of rising and falling sensations that I couldn't follow. Even if I would have recognized the pattern at any other time, that initial attack on my senses scrambled my brain. All I could do was endure the rapid fire of changing sensations, throwing back my head and moaning deeply when my breath returned to me. My hands ran across my breasts and neck, tweaking my nipples out of instinct as my hips ground down onto the vibrating base. When I was of sounder mind, I would try and lean further back so as to give my clit as much breathing room as possible; this was a marathon, and I had to pace myself. But tonight, I was too wrapped up in need and I fell into a sprint, rubbing my clit back and forth across the textured vibrating surface of the toy. Part of me knew this would cost me later, when the sensitivity was too much for me to bear, but I could feel my phone's camera on me and it drove me to put on a good show. Silently, I thanked myself for deciding to record tonight's adventure; it was pushing me to go even further than I had before, which was becoming more and more difficult the further I went. Tonight would certainly be a night worth remembering.

All too soon, I felt the familiar feeling of lightning travelling across my spine. Quickly glancing at the clock, I laughed breathlessly: 8:52. Contrary to my original hopes, this was more likely to be a record for the shortest session ever. But that was alright; I was enjoying myself far too much to care. I found myself panting like a dog in heat, the slight wetness from my earlier shower already replaced by a sheen of sweat over my entire body. But before I could crest the peak, I found myself looking up at my phone and wanting to push myself even harder. And so, with great force of will, I began to take short sharp breaths as I tilted my hips. While I couldn't actually lift my clit off the machine no matter what I did (I had made quite sure of that), I could briefly reduce the direct contact and try and draw things out. Cumming was inevitable, but I could try and hold it off.

Early on, I had tried to hold off cumming for as long as possible out of an excited fear of what came after. But I quickly learned that it had the absolute opposite effect: while it did push the "suffering" further into the future, it also made it infinitely worse once the time came. The longer I edged myself against the toy, the more sensitive I became and the greater the agony once I finally came and the machine wouldn't stop. Even for a glutton for punishment like myself, it proved to be too much and I couldn't bring myself to draw things out like that anymore. But this night was special, and the camera inspired me to push harder and higher. Like the cuffs and chains, the camera forced me to surpass the limits I thought I had. And so I rocked back, groaning as my pussy cried out for the release that I was withholding.

Reaching back, I grabbed the cuffs around my ankles to arch myself away from the vibrations. This was a risk/reward maneuver, however, as it shifted the focus from my clit to the dildo rotating inside me. The further I leaned back, the more it pressed against my G-spot with every rotation, and I found myself gasping at the sensation. While my clit had always been the easiest way to make me cum, the sybian had shown me that it wasn't the only way. I wouldn't be able to hold out like this for long, no matter how I tried to delay things.

Sometimes, I swear the machine knew what I was doing and it would act to thwart me. Things were already hard enough for me as it, with the machine shifting back and forth in waves of vibration and rotation when it suddenly switched to full rotation & full speed. Leaned back as I was, it began to thrash against my G-spot with the force of my full body weight against it. I jerked hard against it, shrieking in surprise as I felt a G-spot orgasm surging up in me. Instinctively, I doubled forward, palms flat against the ground in an attempt to relieve the intense pressure I felt building.

So of course, that is when the machine began pulsing the vibration of the clit pad at some ungodly intensity as well.

I had tried my best to hold things off, but I was only human. Bent forward, my clit was mashed fully against the sybian as the dildo stirred me up from within. I threw my head back and screamed, feeling my legs shake uselessly in their bonds as a massive orgasm ripped through me. Wetness flooded my thighs; I wasn't usually a squirter, but this was a very special night and I couldn't hold back even if I had wanted to. The pulsing of the vibrations kept me riding aftershock into aftershock, as I helplessly looked up at the phone dispassionately recording me coming completely undone. The scream devolved into incoherent moaning as my clit's sensitivity rose beyond what I could handle, and my pussy fluttered wildly around the gyrating dildo.