Magic Panties

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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!"