The Red Flame in The Psych Lab MFF FF doll sex

by Bryce Denison

Copyright November 2007


Denise's psychology experiment goes awry when Julie takes charge, resulting in Denise's first gushing orgasm. Contains - threesome, dream sex, doll sex, and mild electrocution.

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I stared wide eyed in amazement at Denise as she summed up the procedures of her psychology experiment.
 
"You actually were given approval for this?", I asked incredulously.
 
"You betchya", she quipped and gave me her winning grin.
 
I squinted and glanced at her sideways giving her my 'yeah right' look.   Denise didn't flinch and looked right back at me smugly.
 
Denise had proven herself to be a true blue friend during the past couple months of our renewed friendship.  I trusted her within bounds, I was just uncertain if her psychology lab fell within these bounds.  Denise's smugness aside I am aware of lab ethics. Was she able to give pain to her subjects? 
 
"If you sign this waiver Julie, the department head gave me permission. The sensation after all is closer to a pin prick than an electric shock, " she said reassuringly.
 
I scanned the waiver.  I was fairly sure this wasn't one of Denise's cockamamie ploy's to make my pussy wet. I suppose what Denise is trying to learn would serve some higher psychological purpose. What it is I am not sure. 
 
I was sitting on a hard wood lab chair with metal legs and a side table on the armrest. The Psych Lab was bare in order to keep subjects neutral, calm, unbiased. My clothes were the only things that added any color to the room. I was wearing a light green cotton top and low cut jeans. My seashell hair clip kept my red mess of curls in place. I like green as it accentuates my eyes. Denise was her gorgeous self but looked rather serious today. A white lab jacket covered her all black get-up. She clasped a clip board against her large chest. 
 
I looked at her and smiled. Not because of her twisted research project but because she looked so funny in the white lab coat - a weird mix of sex appeal and science - a vixen scientist.
 
"What is so funny" she asked.
 
"You in a white lab coat. What are you going to do operate on me? Remove some vital organ?". I said feeling clever.
 
"It is standard procedure to wear a lab coat during experiments Julie." she replied without sarcasm. "Sign it."
 
Denise was researching the effect of auditory sexual stimuli on verbal ability or capability. I was to be seated wearing headphones. In one ear a voice would be describing suggestive content, in the other a voice would be reading excerpt from Herman Melville's Moby Dick.  A small electrode was to be attached to my finger.  I was to repeat quotes from Melville, if I made a mistake Denise would shock me. 
 
The result seemed so obvious to me. What normal person can concentrate on Moby Dick when suggestive words are being whispered in their ear? And knowing Denise I was fairly sure her suggestive content would be pure smut.  I was not surprised she chose Moby Dick for her subjects to quote from, if only because of the name, as I was certain she knew nothing of Melville or the whale.  
 
I signed her waiver, and prepared to get shocked. Denise went to the back room to prepare and I cleared my mind.  Ah Denise, I have never had a friendship like it. I understood it to be my first truly mature relationship. We learned a lot from each other. I had learned plenty about the joys of sex and since I am an English Major I had succeeded in improving her vocabulary significantly since we met again last summer.  Unfortunately for her it is this same expertise that is going to skew her bizarre psychology experiment. I had written a term paper on Moby Dick and could even quote some of the key excerpts from memory. 
 
Denise returned, pulled up a chair and sat down across from me. She placed the headphones on me and I held out my index finger for the ecectrode. She snapped a small metal band around its tip, a thick wire connected my finger to something that looked like a car battery.  
 
Clearing her throat, Denise in a very scientific and business like manner repeated the details of her experiment.  I looked at her in wonder.  She really was beautiful. Seeing her speak and act so seriously was a far cry from the drunken guy-crazy party gal she could be. 

I actually saw the promise of an academic within her. I breathed in deeply in pride for my friend.  Then frowned and rolled my eyes. Denise had looked up from what she was reading and was blatantly staring at my tits.  I tried crossing my arms but couldn't because my finger was already fastened to the electrode. 
 
"Ready? Here goes". She pressed her hands together and took a deep breath.
 
Left earphone: "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no money in my purse..."
 
Right earphone "Now I would like you to imagine being with two women. You are the centre of attention, lying on your back while the two of them are all over you. There are hands and mouths everywhere..."
 
I burst out laughing, the recording stopped.  "What is the matter?" she asked peevishly.
 
"Whose that voice doing the dirty talk?" Melville was Denise her voice was low and monotone. But it was a young woman's voice reciting the dirty talk.  Her voice was soft, somewhat tentative. "Your kid sister?".
 
"No its Kelley's." Denise said in her serious science tone.
 
Kelley?  Her baby faced study partner with the slight lisp? I was having a hard time imagining Kelley in her baggy jeans and hoodie hunched over a microphone recording this fantasy.  I raised my eyebrows. 
 
"Well we wanted it to sound perfect, and she was having a hard time pronouncing pussy just right, you know with her lisp and all."
 
Denise serious facade withered and we both broke out in laughter.
 
"I asked Kelley for a few reasons, one, her innocent sounding voice sounds kind of sexy " Denise explained, "making it a little more challenging for the subject and relevant as distracting stimulus." 
 
I interrupted, "let me guess, and two, because you wanted to make Kelley talk like a pervert?" I had to admit imagining Denise encouraging cute Kelley to dirty talk was kinky.
 
Denise frowned, then smiled devilishly.

She stared at me unsmilingly. "Most of my subjects are men, I couldn't get enough woman to sign up. So I chose a story that I thought would appeal to them, both the dirty tale and the whale's tale." 
 
"Ok ok" I breathed in, "Go on".
 
She rewound her tape and started from the beginning.
 
I easily repeated the opening line to Moby Dick while her dirty tale began. 
 
Left earphone: "...and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world."
 
Right earphone, Kelley's girlish voice "there are hands and mouths everywhere. Both women have a hand running down the inside of your thigh, and then one cups your balls while the other takes your cock in her hand and stares at it admiringly. She then takes it in her mouth, initially just a little bit, then right back into her throat. After doing this for a while, she sits up and looks at the other woman. 
 
I repeat Melville without stumbling.
 
Left earphone:  "It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul"
 
Right earphone: "The second one straddles you while the first one directs your cock into her cunt. She begins to fuck you, and for the first while you have a perfect view of her tits. Then the one who is not fucking you leans over so her nipple goes into your mouth." 
 
Left earphone:  "...it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then..." 
 
So far no problems. Melville rolled of my tongue while Kelley described the sexy scene slowly in her baby voice.
 
Denise frowned and held up her finger motioning for me to wait.  She fast forwarded the right ear soundtrack. Obviously she wanted me to get flustered, no doubt she was trying to find a juicy part.
 
Left earphone Melville:  "...This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword....."
 
Right ear in Kelley's young feminine voice: "I think I would be straddling you, sitting up straight, and slowly sliding up and down your cock. My friends tits are a little bigger than mine, and she is brushing them over your body, occasionally stopping to  put one of her nipples in your mouth. 
 
I slide all the way off. My friend sits up and you can see both of us. I rub my clit against your hard cock and you want to be back inside me so badly. Then I move up and straddle your face. You face gets soaked as I begin to rub my cunt against it. My friend then straddles you and directs your cock into her. When you look up, you see my sparse bush right at your face, then further up are my firm little tits and when you look further, tilting your head way back. Our eyes meet as I look down at you. I'm leaning all the way forward, rubbing my clit on the bridge of your nose. As my friend still slides up and down your hard cock, she leans forward and pushes two fingers into me. I am so wet. " 
 
I bet cute Kelley's bush would be getting a bit moist by now.  Mine would be to if I wasn't concentrating on Moby Dick.
 
Left earphone: : "....If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me...." 
 
Right earphone:"She slides in a third finger, and works them in and out of me in rhythm with her fucking you. She slides her fingers out again. They are soaked. She slowly works two of them into my ass until they are all the way in. She finger fucks my ass in time with her fucking you, and my pelvis is rocking with the same rhythm as I continue to grind my clit against your nose. I whimper and then my whole body trembles as I have my first orgasm." 
 
Fingering her ass!  Count on Denise to go Right to the kink.  I had seen Kelley's body at the swim meet, she had a perfect bubble butt.  A bum any warm blooded man or woman would like to squeeze I am sure.  This part of the story was obviously for Denise's benefit. I am sure she squirmed a little in her seat when straight laced Kelley spoke of her ass fingering. 
 
Left earphone: "...sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath; like those fabled undulations of the Ephesian sod over the buried Evangelist St. John...." 
 
Thankfully Melville just reminded me of my gold chain necklace and the the cross that hung from it.  With the direction Kelley's story was taking I was going to need a higher power to help me through this without getting my finger shocked.  I clasped the cross in my left hand and continued repeating the words in my left ear, while Kelley's filth continued on. 
 
Right ear Kelley "....I kneel up higher so my cunt is away from your face, but my friend continues to fuck you and to finger fuck my ass. She drops onto you harder and harder, then screams away louder than my quiet whimper as she has an orgasm. You have made two women cum and you are still going strong. 
 
My friend slowly slides all the way off your cock, and once she has done that she, just as slowly, withdraws her fingers from my ass. I slide down and greedily take your cock in my mouth and clean it of all my friend's juices. I straddle you and my friend takes your cock in her hand and guides it toward my cunt. I play around at the entrance a bit and it's driving you nuts. You need to be in there. Suddenly I drop all the way onto you and with your cock buried deep inside me I sit up straight and rock back and forth." 
 
My God I had no idea Kelley was such a slut.  Looking at her you couldn't imagine her saying such things, especially with such an innocent sounding voice.  I had to stay focused, the cross was making an indent in my palm. Denise looked at me with stern professionalism.  She figured the good Lord couldn't help me. 
 
Left earphone: "... wide-rolling watery prairies and Potter's Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly;"
 
Right earphone: "My friend simply watches as she sits cross-legged beside us. You look over at her and see her gorgeous firm tits and those glorious big nipples, then you slide your eyes down and get a good look at her cunt. Now you look over at me as I sit up tall. You look at my firm little tits, then down to where your cock has completely disappeared inside me. I begin to slide up and down with my arms dangling at my sides. I go a little faster and a little harder, then suddenly I slide all the way off. I reach around behind me and direct your cock toward my anus. "I want it up the ass," I say, then slowly, carefully lower my ass onto you. 
 
Your cock goes in a little bit, then I put a bit more pressure on it so it goes in a little further,then suddenly you head is past the opening and your cock slides all the way in. I begin to slide up and  down. "God, I'm getting fucked in the ass," I say. My friend simply smiles as she watches." 
 
The way Kelley said that "God, I'm getting fucked in the ass," was so unlike anything I could imagine her ever saying.
 
Holding my cross tightly and taking a deep breath I quickly concluded my recitation of the Moby Dick soundtrack without missing a beat. 
 
" drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by their restlessness." 
 
Denise looked at me in dark amazement.  I smiled brightly and sighed. Then I felt a pin prick of pain in my finger that grew in intensity.  My smugness evaporated with the electrical shock that emanated from my finger up my arm. Screwing my face up in pain I screamed, "Holy Mary Mother of God!!!" 
 
Denise held her finger on a button connected to the battery. Her temper got the better of her. My success at reciting Melville, despite the erotic excerpts being whispered in my ear in Kelley's childlike voice, peeved her to no end. It obviously flew in the face of her project's thesis. So she was exacting her revenge by shocking my finger to high heaven. 
 
"You Bitch, you sadistic bitch! " I screamed in pain and yanked my finger, the wire snapped off the battery and the electrode flew across the room.
 
Denise lifted her finger off the shock button. And looked at me sheepishly. "I am sorry Julie." she said looking sad and deflated.
 
"Denise Santander, but for the love of God, I could clobber you right now. That was just plain mean." I glared at her. "So unprofessional."
 
Then we both broke out in laughter.  
 
"I should have known better than to ask you to participate in my study Julie.  A bible thumping English Major is definitely going to skew my results." She said reassuring herself.
 
I looked at Denise, such a pretty woman, her big brown eyes and long dark hair, her looks, her mind, and her kick ass personality. She was the full package that was for sure.
 
"I tell you what. You can redeem yourself for your lapse in lab ethics and maybe correct any skewing I may have caused by trading seats with me."   I suggested to my pretty friend.
 
Denise stood up and took off her white lab coat.  "You might want to wear this, " she offered it to me and I put it on.  I buttoned it up and smoothed it against my body. She settled in to the subject chair and instructed me on how to operate the electrode and the recording.  
 
I watched her face intently as Denise spoke. Obviously she had been working hard on this project, as her face was not kissed by the sun as it usually was. Her full lips are suggestive in appearance and the little dent of her philttum gave them a lovely shape. I noticed how beautiful her skin was. There was not a blemish on her face. Here large brown eyes looked at me intently as she spoke. My God Denise was completely gorgeous.  
 
She had a tendency to over explain things so I had time to gaze at her some more, here black blouse held her figure nicely. The top two buttons were undone, showing the top of her milky breast and deep cleavage. Perhaps she wanted to reveal the bare curve of her tits to rile her subject. 

I thought about our conversations we had had down by the lake and in her SUV. These thoughts distracted me more than Kelley's dirty talk had. 
 
"Since you upped the voltage and zapped me for no reason. I would like to make a slight modification to your experiment, " I quipped.
 
"What do you mean?". She asked.
 
I placed the headphones on her head, then pulled the one covering her right ear aside.  "Instead of listening to Kelley's voice, you can listen to mine."
 
"But you don't have a script. I have to follow my procedures." She said adopting her sincere scientist tone.
 
Looking at my friend I didn't have the heart to tell her that her procedures were already seriously flawed. "By having me talk suggestively in your ear, it will in fact bring you in line with your procedures since as with your subjects, you won't know what to expect from the erotic stimulus." I reasoned. 
 
Looking at me sideways and biting her lip, she nodded. "Ok, go for it."
 
I sat beside her on a lab stool. Resting my elbows on the arm table of her chair, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, my hand pushing her shiny dark hair behind her ear. I pressed the Melville recording. 
 
In Denise's left ear: "It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude..." 
 
The whole while I whispered softly into her right ear.  I leaned forward so that she could feel my soft breath against her skin. I could smell the sent of her shampoo.  The subject of my erotic tale was Richie, Denise's roommate's boyfriend.  He was pure hunk. An outdoors type, about six feet tall, broad shouldered with thick dirty blond hair, and bit of a bad boy look in his eyes. His British accent added to his sex appeal. Denise had confided her deep dirty desire for Richie to me weeks ago. I knew for a fact she spent at least a half an hour in her tub last week thinking about him. 
 
"You, Richie, Melissa and I are sleeping on the floor in the large room at your ski cabin, crashed out on a couple mattresses and your puffy duvets. We are all sound asleep except for Richie he is awake and worried. 
 
Under the covers he turns to you and whispers in your ear 'Denise, are you awake?" he asks so quietly so clearly. "Denise are you awake?. No reply. 
 
You feel him place his hand on your side. At first placing his hand on your t-shirt, and then finding no resistance slipping it under. He rests his open hand on your side above your hips. 
 
"Denise I need to talk to you." Richie breathes into your ear, his breath still smells of toothpaste. Hearing nothing just the soft sounds of your gentle breathing and the feel of your smooth tummy under his palm, he slides his fingers under the waistband of your white panties. Slowly his slips two fingers into the cleft of your vagina," I said using terms suitable to these scholastic surroundings. 

"With a finger on either side of your clitoris. He starts to rub them slowly, softly, up and down, up and down, up and down. 
 
"Denise I need to tell you something" Richie says pleadingly into your sleeping ear in his soft English accent. "I had a dream, it was a bad dream, but I awoke feeling good.  It was wrong. I should not have dreamt it. But I did. I think I should tell you about it." 
 
His fingering continues. He pulls you closer to him slowly and very carefully. Lying on his side, left arm outstretched above your head, he plays with your hair as he continues to whisper in your ear. 
 
"You were lying on my bed. It was you but it wasn't. You were on your back in pink workout shorts and halter. You were just lying on your back legs slightly spread, arms slightly out to your side. Your hair was pulled back and spread out. Beautiful brown curls emanating from your head.  Your skin was too perfect. I walked over and stared at you. It was you Denise in every way but your skin, you skin it looked like, it looked like plastic!   
 
Moby Dick droned on in Denise's own monotonous voice, as she tried her damnedest to recite it again out loud:"Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted...untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn..." 
 
In a frantic tone, his timbre ever so quiet, Richie continued his whispering. "Your eyes were wide open starring straight ahead, your eyes were alive, they were staring wide open and they shone and they were your real eyes.  Yet your complexion was entirely plastic but your lips were flesh and blood. You were beautiful, simply beautiful. You were a doll, a kind of living doll.  At first I felt I needed to help you, that I should somehow rest you from your plastic skin. Then I saw that your mouth had open wide, your full lips painted in bright red lipstick were now in the shape of a perfect O. 
 
I paused and look at Denise. She looked straight ahead, almost of if in a dreamlike state.  I started to feel incredibly horny. I continued with my tale, aware that it was only my words that she wanted to listen to. 
 
I went on, "Your pussy has become very wet by now, you are completely awake, but still pretending to be fast asleep. You are breathing very deeply and Richie thinks it is because you are sleeping soundly. He continues with his story as his rubbing fingers go further down your slit and begin to poke ever so slightly into your moist opening, before sliding back up to your clitoris. 
 
Richie recounts his dream. "You were staring straight ahead, lying on my bed, it was night the moonlight shone through the windows, giving you a silverish skin color. You were a pale silver doll, black hair cascading from your head, eyes open wide staring straight ahead, mouth open wide, your full lips painted red.  Your scantily clad body immobile before me, doll-like except for the rise and fall of your breasts.  You were beautiful and you were mine, completely and utterly mine. 
 
I was in my boxers standing at the foot of the bed. Then I slid my body over the doll that was you Denise. I held you tight. The length of my body pressed against your placid form. Your hair was real, I could feel your breath. You are a friend, my girlfriend's roommate and in your doll-like state you needed to be protected.  
 
My urges were too strong. I slid up your body until my penis was against your face.   My stomach was pressed up against the headboard, my chest and side of my face against the wall. I rubbed my hard self against your face, against your full lips and open mouth.  You cheeks and brow were cold like plastic but your mouth so warm and wet. 
 
I placed one hand behind your head holding your thick hair and tilted it up toward me. I was totally hard, rock hard and erect.  I looked at your beautiful face. Then your wide eyes looked up at me staring and your mouth remained open in its perfect O shape.  It became clear to me that you wanted to be a a fuck doll, that this condition or state was exactly how you wished to be. 
 
I fed my cock into your mouth sliding myself all the way in. Though lifeless on the surface your mouth was pure life. You made slight gagging sounds, yet my entire length met no resistance.  I entered your mouth completely and the way you adjusted to accept it....well your fuck doll friction felt incredible." 
 
At this point Richie inserts 3 fingers into your dripping vagina. But stops just a few inches inside. Inside and pressing on the top of your canal he begins to rub, the whole while his thumb presses your clitoris and moves in rhythm to the finger tips on your inner g-spot. 
 
Richie continues whispering the details of his nightmare into your ear. He is definitely not his usual calm collected self.  His face takes on a worried and tense expression. 

"This is where it gets a little freaky Denise. As I humped away, fucking your gorgeous mouth, I separated from my body and I watched myself. Watched what I was doing to you, I mean to the life size doll that you had become. I could see my naked body, silvery pale in the moonlight. I was kneeling straddling your face. The curve of my ass cheeks flexing with each thrust. Your bobbing head raised up by my hand my fingers tangled in your hair. 
 
In the bedroom where we were all asleep Richie keeps fingering  your box as his arm pulls your ass back into is lap. He has pulled you very close, so you are spooning, only the bedsheets sheet separating you.  He is holding you tight, rubbing and finger fucking your wet pussy. You are still pretending to be asleep. Eyes closed breathing deeply. Whether Richie believes it or not, you don't care, the energy of the dark room shifted.  Soon it would be hard to keep quiet. " 
 
I look at Denise sitting there in the lab. The soundtrack about Ahab long over.  She was looking straight ahead eyes transfixed, like the doll in Richie's twisted dream.  She then turned and looked at me. "Go on," she said. 
 
My mind in English Major mode I grappled to find the right words for my needy friend.
 
"I am sleeping on the futon beside you on the floor. I wake up to the feel of your hand clutching my arm.   I hear Richie's muffled voice but there was another sound that was more easily understood.  I open my eyes wide. It is the sound of fingers rubbing, stroking, pumping a wet cunt. Your hand squeezes my upper arm.  I then realize what must be going on. That Richie must be giving you the finger bang of the century. 
 
But the strange thing is, the sexual sopping noises that I am hearing are not coming from you who is behind me. But rather from Melissa who is lying close to my head on another mattress .  She is masturbating Denise. The whole while Richie is whispering his filthy nightmare in your ears with his fingers stuffed firmly up you, Melissa, his girlfriend, is fingering her little cunt. 
 
"I am pumping my cock in an out of your doll mouth. But your mouth is far from fake feeling. It is the opposite Denise, your mouth is so incredibly wet.  It is a warm wet hole for my rock hard cock, I can feel you saliva seeping around my rod and out from around your stretched puffy lips. The whole while the cold plastic of your skin pushes against my lower tummy cooling me. It was so wet Denise. Your mouth was so incredibly wet around my cock. It was a soft, warm and very wet cocksucking doll mouth. It was as if your life sized effigy was doing exactly as it was meant to - to suck and get mouth fucked by hard dicks. 
 
I stopped my narration, and pulled back from Denise's right ear to look at her profile.   Her lips were parted and her breasts were rising and falling from rapid shallow breathes.   She looked beautiful, and helpless. Her mouth and full lips perfectly shaped, her skin as smooth and blemish free as the doll Richie so perversely described. The urge to kiss her lovely lips was powerful but I pushed it aside. I was going to finish my filthy tale and by the looks of it, Denise's pretty mouth would be moaning loudly soon. 

"What about your psychology experiment?" I asked her.

"Tell me the rest Julie", was all she could say.

I reached behind my neck and unclasped my necklace. I took Denise's right hand. The one with the electrode on her finger, and placed my gold cross in the palm of her hand. 

"If you are going to complete your project without getting shocked you are going to need help from above." I said with mock sanctimony. I knew full well that she was no longer listening to Moby Dick. She hadn't repeated the text since Richie began to describe her as "fuck doll".   But the cross was part of my clever plan.

Leaning forward to resume whispering in Denise's right ear, I looked at her beautiful mouth. It was my muse for describing to her what was about to come. 

"Richie is frantically finger fucking you now, your humping hips plead for such a rapid tempo. 

I am lying still and quiet and can hear the sounds of Melissa masturbating. Strangely she is not jealous at all. The idea of Richie taking advantage of you in such a way gives her a feeling of great satisfaction.  Melissa wants him to finger fuck your cunt. She is totally getting off on her boyfriend's twisted dream. The image of his large cock pumping your face with wild abandon, starts to push her over the edge. When she hears your wet rubbing she begins to palm her clit like crazy. Close to orgasm, Richie's final description of his dream, makes Melissa positively cream. 

"I was trying not to cum," Richie continues. "It didn't seem right to ejaculate in your wet mouth. You were in, in such a helpless state. But I couldn't pull away, I couldn't stop.  I can feel my balls mashed against your smooth chin. And then, with my cock stuffed in you as deep and far as I could go, I unloaded. I came. I pumped load after load of jizz in your doll mouth.   It felt so wet. Your mouth felt so wet on my cock. I just held the back of your head with both hands and filled your mouth, your doll face, with sperm...... 

With those words Richie holds, what he believes to be your still sleeping body ever so tightly and shoves all four fingers deep into your pussy hole. 

I looked at Denise. Her face was completely flushed. Lips parted she was breathing quickly. She was about to come. 

I slowly moved my hand over the battery and placed my finger near the button that controlled the current to the electrode. 

I whispered in her ear, "your cunt grips Richie's fingers and he pumps them deeply in and out of you.  Your are holding onto my arm. But I rest myself free and turn around to face you.  Your eyes are wide open. All of us are awake now and listening - you, me, Melissa. With Richie staring at me eyes all startled and bugged out, I say in a sleepy voice: 

"If I was a fuck doll, my mouth would be open wide to, and my green eyes would stare straight ahead.  But I would have another hole for you to use and all of us to see. My flame red pussy. It would be a wet willing hole, just like Denise's mouth, for you to use. You could fuck it Richie, you could pump away at my doll like pussy, a warm wet hole, that you would make wetter and wetter. I would be totally helpless. You could fuck and pump me full of your gooey cum. And just like Denise I would lie there staring and wanting, really wanting, you to do it." 

Denise's beautiful mouth opened and a load moan escaped from her lips.  Her chest heaved. There was no mistaking. Her time had cum. 

I pressed the button and an electrical current charged into the electrode fastened to Denise's finger.  The metal of my cross a perfect conductor to boost the power of the charge.  I could hear an electric zapping sound and I stared at Denise in shock. 

She screamed, moaned, eye's popping, her tits rising and falling as air flowed in and out of her lungs "aaaahAAAAAAH!!! Oooooah!"  Then I heard a really wet sound. A sound I had not heard before, but I knew what it was.  It was the sound of Denise having a gushing orgasm in her pants. It was the sound of a squirting pussy drenching a pair of black rayon pants. 

Holy moly, I stared pop eyed at my girlfriend.  I released the button and she started to hit my arm, "don't stop it, don't stop it" she pleaded.  So I pressed it again. And as if she was completely oblivious to where we were, Denise shoved her left hand between her legs and rubbed the wet fabric of her crotch with the intense frenzy of a teen watching a porn. Knees bent and spread with the heels of her stocking feet on the edge of the chair; Denise gave herself another incredibly intense squirting orgasm, as I continued to administer the requested voltage to her cross clasping hand. 

When she had finished cumming I just stared at her crotch. I couldn't believe it as it looked like someone had poured a full pot of coffee on her lap.  It was only after her orgasm that she screamed "ouch, ow wow wow, turn it off, turn it off!" We then looked at each other for a few minutes breathing, eyes wide in amazement at what we had done. 

Ten minutes later we were tidying up the lab.  I had given Denise her lab coat back to cover herself.  Her pants were completely soaking.  Normally I would have kidded her about it. But now we were both silent in our thoughts. Denise probably thinking about lab protocols and me thinking about her gushing orgasm.  My pussy was incredibly wet by now. Yet nothing like the juice my friend herself had produced.  

Now feeling bad for derailing her psychology experiment. In this small lab smelling of sex, I offered to help Denise with typing up her research results and to assist in anyway I could with her next Psych Lab.  

Denise handed my necklace back to me.  She smirked and shook her her head, "Yeah you will need to be clutching that cross pretty tightly for my next research project." 

"How so?" I asked.

"Do you know Menem? The left winger on the men's soccer team?", Denise said, placing a hand on her hip, and tilting her ass. 

"Yes". I said my eyes a little wider and pussy quivering. "The South American senior men's soccer star with an ass like Adonis." 

"Yup, that is him." She smiled.  "I am going to be observing and recording his, as well as others, response to certain stimuli. I will need your help." 

"When do I start?"  My quick response shocked myself but not Denise. Indeed, I would need my necklace for the next Psych Lab, as clearly the powers of temptation had gone nuclear with the mention of Menem. 

"As soon as we've finished typing up the results of this Moby Dick project, we can start preparing for the next big dick." Denise answered matter of factly. We laughed so hard, she nearly peed her pants. Ha ha ha

THE END

Comments? You can email me: my_time259@yahoo.ca

A Special Thank You to 'Randi Chick' for helping with Kelley's script.

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Author's Note:  Denise's experiment is not entirely fictional. While studying university known for its psychology department, I took part in an experiment whereby in one ear a story was read by a baritone announcer and in the other a woman read a filthy story.  There was an electrode attached to my finger.  I can tell you without hesitation that I kept on screwing up, and my finger was shocked mildly as a consequence.  I was able to read back most of the droning story but at certain points the woman's girlish voice made it all so perverse I lost my concentration. 

A few weeks later I bumped in to the PHD who was conducting the experiment. She told me that no electrical shock went through my finger. It was all the power of suggestion. I said that it couldn't be, I felt the pin prick electrical shock.  She looked at me like I was nuts. 

Anyway to this day I still have a desire fixation for shock and orgasm, go figure.

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