The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The heat was starting to dissipate. Or maybe he was only just starting to notice it. The salty tang of the sea air mixed with the chlorine from the adjacent pool. There were other smells too: cooked meat, the slightest hint of lime, an herbal shampoo…the musky scent of sex.

Gregg still lay poised above the gorgeous woman beneath him. The chill he began to feel on his exposed backside didn’t seem to touch her as she remained entwined around him seeking warmth and closeness. His hands delicately caressed her face as he continued to kiss her. He feared pulling back – afraid that what surely must be a dream would end and that magnificent moment, that incredible release, would never have happened. But even the most desperate hopes couldn’t change the weather, and the night air was beginning to nip at his skin, raising goosebumps along his flesh and sending shivers along his spine.

Heather could feel him shiver, and loathe as she was to disentangle, she pulled his face away from hers. When Gregg pushed himself up on extended arms, the night air brushed across her sweat-slick skin.

“We should go inside,” She whispered, brushing the hair off his forehead, yet refusing to unlock her legs. After several long seconds she said it again, more to convince herself than him. “We really should go inside. It’s getting cold.”

“Yeah. I agree…but I’m kind of trapped.”

Heather smiled and looked down. With a force of will, she unlocked her legs at the small of his back. Her legs felt tense and knotted, like the feeling she’d have after sitting in a crouching position for too long. Straightening her legs out so they pointed to the sky in a wide ‘V’, she gradually widened that ‘V’ until her legs were almost parallel to the ground, feeling the tightness in her inner thighs work themselves out. If Gregg had been less trapped by her beautiful green orbs, he would have been blown away by her display of flexibility.

“Oh, that’s better,” she sighed, her eyelids closing, breaking her spell on her captive.

Gregg pulled his knees under him and slowly pulled his cock out. He didn’t want a repeat of the shock he got when he inadvertently yanked it out of Emily down at the hot tub. His cock had softened somewhat and, like a wet sausage, his somewhat limp penis oozed out of her cunt, aided by the contraction of her clasping walls. His exit wasn’t as dramatic as earlier in the day, but it still sent a shudder through both their bodies.

Heather placed a hand over her now vacated vagina and could feel the remnants of their lovemaking seeping out from her crevice, down her asscrack, and onto the towel. She darted one finger inside her, wetting it with their mixed secretions before bringing it up to her mouth for a taste.

Gregg looked down at this goddess splayed out beneath him, the night chill momentarily forgotten in the heat of this post-coital vision. Her hair was fanned out above her head like a fiery halo. Her eyes were pools of emerald radiance, half-hidden by eyelids fighting a battle between exhaustion and lust. Her pink tongue extended to delicately lick at her wet digit before her finger disappeared between her full puckered lips to be sucked on like a miniature cock. Her breasts stood out from her chest like two magnificent mountains, now pulled apart as gravity attempted to pull their firm flesh closer to mother earth. Her flat stomach was sucked in, showing the subtle definition of her muscles as she breathed in and out.

His cock was beginning to pulse again with a returning need. It rested on her pussy mound which was completely bald except for a thin strip of cropped hair at the top of her slit. Her breathing caused her pelvis to move up and down slightly, the short wispy hairs of her beautiful pussy tickling the underside of his prick.

Gregg was broken out from his reverie by a crisp wind blowing across his skin. Seeing Heather shudder in the cold was all the motivation he needed to get her inside. He stood up, his legs feeling as weak as they had last night. ‘Has it really only been one night since all this began?’ Once the moment of vertigo passed, he extended his arm down to Heather who clasped his hand and pulled herself up. Leaving their towels and wet clothes by poolside, they walked back to the house hand in hand. Gregg was slightly in front of Heather, and she smiled at the criss-cross of pink marks on her lover’s back. Near the top at his neck there were gouges left by her short fingernails digging into his skin. Across his lower back, marks were left where her legs had practically tried to stuff his entire body into her needy canyon.

The sight that greeted them in the patio door caught them by surprise. They had both completely forgotten about Emily, so intent were they on each other. But there she was, lying in the doorway on her back, her legs tucked up so her feet were on the floor and her knees spread wide. She still wore her small bikini, but both of her hands were inside her bottoms, slowly massaging her mound. One tit hung out above a bra cup that had been pulled aside. She seemed totally unaware of their presence, her eyes shut tightly, her mouth moving in silent conversation.

Gregg cleared his throat, and then whispered her name into her ear, but Emily didn’t respond. He looked to Heather who just shrugged, not knowing what was happening either. Rather than leave her there, Gregg bent down to pick her up, pulling one arm out from her crotch and draping it around his shoulder. He scooped her up and stood straight.

“Let’s put her on the couch,” Heather said, closing the patio doors behind them. The air in the house was much warmer than outside.

While Gregg laid her out on the couch, Heather disappeared into the kitchen. He heard ice clinking into a glass. Returning his attention to the girl, he saw that she was wearing a look of blissful contentment while she slept. Nothing seemed wrong – once settled on the couch, her hand returned to her crotch to join its partner.

Heather returned with an ice-filled glass of water from which she was taking small sips. She was eyeing him above the rim as he stood and walked toward her. She would take sips and lick the moisture off her upper lips with her tongue.

‘Christ, she even makes drinking water look sexy!’ Gregg stood before her and she offered the glass to him. When he brought the glass to his lips, she clasped his semi-erect cock in her hand. His body jerked from the sudden cold touch on his heated member and his lurch caused some water to spill out from his mouth and down his chest.

Heather’s eyes shined brightly. “Looks like someone can’t hold his…water.” I’m going to get a towel. Don’t go anywhere!” She turned and walked up the stairs. She took measured and deliberate steps, like when she was on stage. Gregg was immobilized by the sexy sway of her dimpled ass as she walked up the stairs.

Looking down at his naked body he thought, ‘Yeah, like I could go anywhere even if I wanted to like this!’ He hadn’t planned on going swimming so he didn’t have a change of clothes. All that he had brought with him was in a soaked pile beside the pool. He took another gulp of water before placing it on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. Emily was still lying there unconscious, rubbing herself with both hands, a delirious smile still plastered on her face.

Heather returned carrying a couple of folded beach towels and a blanket. She put the towels on the coffee table before draping Emily with the thin blanket. Gregg watched as she bent over the sleeping girl’s head and kissed her gently but lingeringly on the lips. Emily didn’t wake up, but her smile seemed to broaden and her hands seemed to move just a little faster under the blanket.

Heather stood and grabbed one of the towels. Unfurling it, she draped it over one of the armchairs next to the couch. “Have a seat,” she said, indicating the now-terrycloth-covered chair. Gregg wasn’t one to argue with a naked woman, so he sat where she pointed. She spread his knees with her leg and stood right at the edge of the chair. Gregg sat up straight so he was just under eye-level with her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek to her skin. He felt her hands play with the hair at the back of his head. With a gentle tug, she pulled his head back so she could lean forward slightly and offer her hanging teat to his mouth.

Gregg sucked on the magnificent mam with growing hunger. His lips clasped tightly on the nipple, his tongue rasping across its sensitive flesh. One hand moved up to hold her tit in place. His other hand massaged the free breast, hefting its weight and rubbing his thumb across the nipple. Heather moaned at his touch. What he lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Gregg switched from breast to breast, not wanting to let either be left alone for more than a few seconds. If it were humanly possible, he would have tried to put both into his mouth at the same time.

Heather pulled back from his attack somewhat breathlessly so she could kiss him. While their tongues dueled, his hands continued their twin assault. Heather also found something to which she could direct her attention. Gregg’s cock had regained its full hardness and stood out from his lap like a spear pointing directly at her. With one hand, she rubbed up and down it length.

Gregg released one breast so he could snake his arm around her waist and grip her asscheek. His hand traveled between her cheeks with the intent of massaging her pussy from behind. When his fingers caressed her tight rosebud, he wondered briefly if she would enjoy his touch there like Emily had. He inserted his middle finger into her ass only the length of half a fingernail. Remembering his trick, he tried listening in with his mind, hoping she liked what he was doing. At first he could feel more than hear her. He felt a rush of panic, maybe fear. Her rectal muscles clamped down on the invader. As if he could influence her reaction, he thought to himself, ‘Relax, please relax. This is enjoyable. Just feel the pleasure…” He still half expected her to slap him, given her initial reaction, but he was filled with relief when she moaned in pleasure.

“Oh God, yes!” she hissed into his mouth. “Ohh, that…that feels…good. That really feels good! Play with my ass! I…I never let anyone ever…ever touched me there before. I didn’t know it could feel so good!” Gregg’s finger pushed in and out, never beyond his first knuckle. Her grip on his erect phallus tightened and her hand jacked up and down its length quicker. He ‘listened’ some more and knew she was telling the truth. She had never let anyone play with her ass before. Oh sure, her various partners had tried, but it never felt right to her. Even her friend from the strip club and sometime lover Cathy had tried, being a bit of an ass-fiend herself, but to no avail. But there was something about Gregg’s touch that was different. It was as if all the pain and discomfort she’d expect to feel being probed there was turned off, and she was left only with the pressure and the pleasure of his ministrations. Gregg eased is mind away, getting too distracted by the effect her grip was having on his cock to maintain the concentration it took to listen in. But a small corner of his brain filed this moment away for later consideration. Another puzzle to be solved…

Heather was getting very excited. Gregg’s finger was massaging the opening to her anus, and his other hand had abandoned her breast to tease at her clitoris. The giant cock in her hand was also pulsing with its own need. She was quickly spiraling toward another orgasm, but she wanted this to last. Abruptly she pulled away from Gregg, his finger popping out from between her asscheeks, his mouth still puckered from his kissing her stomach. She stood just out of reach, panting, catching her breath, trying to rein in her excitement. Her skin was flush. Gregg stared at her with a mixture of lust, confusion, and worry.

“That was…pretty amazing. I don’t know what gave you the idea that I’d like you to…well…I’ve never liked anyone playing with my ass.” She explained this, not knowing he had already heard this in her thoughts. “But you…you were…different. Your touch was…I don’t know…relaxing? There may be some interesting possibilities…” She seemed lost in thought for a minute, staring at his cock. A finger was one thing, but that…she shuddered as she imagined it boring into her. It was not something she ever would have contemplated until a moment ago.

Bringing her attention back to the here and now, she grabbed the other folded towel and placed it between his feet in front of the chair. She knelt between his legs and slowly fisted his giant boner. “Why don’t you just sit back and relax? I want to take some time and get to know your not-so-little friend here.” She smiled as he sat back, her arms resting on his thighs. She put his hands on the chair’s arms to make sure he didn’t interfere with her work. ‘It’s not a lap-dance, but I guess old habits die hard.’

Heather held his length near the top in a firm, yet gentle grip. She leaned in close and kissed the shaft near the base. Letting her tongue stick out from her mouth slightly, she dragged it up from base to tip in one long swipe. Gregg gasped, more from the show than from the sensation. Heather seemed unconcerned about his reaction, so intent was she on the cock in her hand. She returned her attention to the base of his stalk, licking just above his balls. The aroma of their mixed spending filled her nostrils and flamed her passion. She liked the feel of his big testes falling to either side of her tongue when she licked up the middle of his sac.

She turned her head sideways so her lips could envelope the width of his member. Gradually she munched her way north, licking along the underside of his cock as if she were licking the butter off an ear of corn. Soon the entire underside of his thick veiny shaft was glistening with her spit. Moving her hand down to the wet base, she turned her attention to the large mushroom-shaped crown. Her hand slowly moved up and down his shaft while she contemplated the tip. It was easily the largest cock she’d ever held. Her hand was barely able to close around his girth. She was sure that if she still had her long fingernails she could have closed her grip (but working in a dirt-pit day after day didn’t show her nails much mercy).

Planting her lips at his piss-slit, she gave it a loud smacking kiss. Her tongue stretched out to tickle the slit, flicking back and forth across the opening. Gregg writhed on the chair and his hands kept reaching out instinctively to grab her head. But to his frustration and to her amusement, Heather kept intercepting them and returning them to the arms of the chair which he held onto with a white-knuckled grip. Proud of the effect she was having on him, Heather continued her slow torture. She licked around the base of the crown, just under the helmet. She kissed and licked all round the top, never letting it fully enter her mouth. She kept her motions slow and deliberate, making sure she kept him on edge without sending him over the top. When she’d feel his cock begin its spasms, she’d back off until he could regain control. Gregg’s cock rewarded her patience with little pearls drops of pre-cum that she would eagerly lick.

Feeling extremely wicked, she pulled off completely from his cock, leaving Gregg panting, desperately disappointed. Her hand still gripped the shaft tightly, continuing her slow, steady jacking, keeping Gregg on edge. With seeming indifference, she grabbed her glass of water and took a sip. “Cocksucking always makes me thirsty,” she toyed with him.

“Please…” he groaned.

“Please what?” she smiled, taking another sip of water, enjoying her moment of power. She sometimes wondered if she’d make a good dominatrix.

“Ssss…oh….please suck…my…my…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

Heather watched him, his eyes filled with pleading lust. She looked him up and down. He was a commanding figure, well muscled, huge cock. But this shyness just wouldn’t do. “I’ll do anything you want Gregg. But you need to tell me.” Her hand still slid up and down the shaft. “I am yours. I’ll suck your cock, I’ll let you fuck me day and night in every position possible. I’ll even do things you never even thought of…But you have to say it. Once you’ve had your finger in a girl’s ass, you’re no longer allowed to be shy.” She stared at him rather matter-of-factly despite the excitement coursing through her body. She couldn’t believe she was saying what she was saying, but she meant every word. She’d fulfill his every fantasy, but he needed to tell her what they were.

Long seconds ticked by, while Gregg fought for control over his ability to speak. It was like trying to get his mouth to speak in a foreign tongue. Here was this beautiful woman, offering herself to him, body and soul. They were his, if he could just ask for it. There were no books to retreat to. Somewhere deep inside, some remnant of the prehistoric animal that evolved into man shoved all reason rationality aside. “Suck…my cock. Suck my cock! Suck my cock and swallow my cum!” The words came pouring out of him. They weren’t words he would have thought of, but he had no intention of pulling them back if he could. Having said it, he meant it. He wanted this woman more than he wanted air to breathe. His face took on an intense expression as he growled, “Put my cock in your mouth and swallow me!”

Heather smiled and chewed the ice cube that was in her mouth. She was surprised that heat she felt coursing through her veins wasn’t causing the water in her glass to boil. “That’s better.” She chomped the ice cube in her teeth, crushing it between her molars. Swallowing the now-melted ice, she put the glass back on the table and returned her attention to the task at hand. Her apparent calmness and grace masked a torrent of lust.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the head, quickly enclosing the crown in her mouth. Gregg jerked in surprise—her tongue was freezing cold. The ice she had chewed while he worked up the nerve to ask – no demand! – that she suck him off left her mouth colder than the outside air. Her wicked trick had literally AND figuratively cooled him off. Gradually her frozen mouth became a scorching oven as she started moving her head up and down, sucking in more and more of his length.

Saliva bubbled out from between her stretched lips and his shaft, dripping onto her hand which continued its fisting. Heather wasn’t shy about making noise. Her sucks and slurps were clearly audible. Keeping tight control of the situation, in spite of her own excitement, Heather worked hard at keeping Gregg on edge but not sending him over. She wanted this to last. She wanted Gregg to remember this as the absolute best blowjob he’d ever had. She almost laughed around his cock when she remembered that since he only lost his virginity the night before, he couldn’t have had that many to compare to!

Heather pulled up so just the top was trapped in her wet mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she pushed her face forward. Gregg wanted her to swallow him, and she was determined to give it a try. His girth stretched her lips, but she pushed on. Soon his cock pressed against the entrance of her throat and she fought to keep from gagging. Gregg groaned loudly in pleasure. She held him there for a few seconds before pulling up to gasp for air. She swallowed in an attempt to relax her throat and to let her saliva re-slicken the passageway. Pumping her head up and down his shaft a few more times, she let her spit thoroughly coat the top half of his cock before she pushed in again, managing to get another inch or so deeper. She held him as deeply as she could, unable to breath, but enjoying the feel of his ass squirming beneath her. His hand curled in her hair, not holding her in place, but letting her know that he was really enjoying her deep-throat skills. She jacked her fist up from the base of his cock to her lips and was dismayed that she still had more than a hand-length to go.

She pulled up again, and prepared for another try. She realized that getting his whole length in wasn’t going to happen tonight, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy trying. Taking several deep breaths, she prepared herself. Once again, she let a big wad of spit fall from her mouth onto his cock tip where her hand smeared it all around. She took several deep breaths and then, inhaling deeply, closed her eyes and plunged her face down. Down and down she went, pushing further and further. Her face turned red with the effort and her eyes watered. Her tongue rubbed against the base of his shaft and when she extended it out of her mouth, she found she could touch the top of the fist holding his cock steady.

Heather pulled up and gulped in air. She almost leapt out of her skin when she heard a voice right next to her whisper, “That was amazing!”

Gregg also bolted up in surprise. He had been so focused on Heather’s sword-swallowing trick that, lost in the sensations, he didn’t see or hear Emily wake up or crawl over to the side of the chair to get a front row seat to the action. Apparently she had gotten there while Heather was working on this latest plunge. He didn’t know what to do. Heather’s attentions had made his brain forget that she was even in the room. Heather also seemed a bit unsure, but that didn’t stop her hand from jacking on his now slightly shrinking cock.

The only one who didn’t seem fazed was Emily. She put her hand on Gregg’s cock just above Heather’s and helped her jack up and down the length. “You were able to get about two-thirds of the way down…more than twice what I was able to do. You’re going to have to show me how you did that!” Heather regarded the now naked girl intently. Apparently before crawling over, she had removed her bathing suit. “There seems to be enough for the two of us…Do you mind if I share?” she asked with the same nonchalance as someone asking for a stick of gum. “Please?” she asked, batting her eyes like a little girl asking for candy. She punctuated her plea this time by leaning into Heather for a kiss.

Their lips brushed softly and their eyes closed. Emily’s tongue snaked out and the two entered a passionate liplock. The sound of their kissing was only matched by the wet sounds of their hands fisting up and down his cock.

They pulled apart and Heather nodded in Gregg’s direction. “Go ahead.” Emily stood and bent herself over the arm of the chair so she could attack his cock from the side. Heather remained between his legs and focused her attention at the base of his cock, even letting her tongue play with his balls. If Gregg thought one mouth on his cock was pleasurable, he was blown away by two.

Emily licked down the shaft while Heather licked up, their tongues touching around the underside of his cock. Moving up toward the tip, both licked around the top, occasionally abandoning his cock so they could thrust their tongues into each other’s mouths. The double blow-job was even more exciting to watch than it was to feel. The sight and sound of the two girls tongue-wrestling over the tip of his cock was sending his brain into ecstasy overload.

Emily relinquished his cock back to Heather and she moved up to kiss Gregg on the lips. With one hand he held on to her shapely ass while the other held onto Heather’s bobbing head. Stepping free of Gregg grasp, she knelt behind Heather on the floor. There was something she’d been wanting to do for hours, and now she had her chance.

Emily pressed her face between Heather’s shoulder blades kissing her on the spine. Reaching around her, she grabbed the woman by her pendulous hanging breasts. She squeezed and fondled Heather’s tits as the woman continued her oral pleasure on Gregg. Heather moaned around Gregg’s glistening shaft, enjoying the added pleasure of having her nipples pinched and squeezed. Her moans were echoed by Gregg when she made occasional attempts to match her record down the length of his pole. But fortunately or unfortunately, depending on whether you were Gregg or Heather, Emily’s attention to the luscious redhead kept her from concentrating enough to go any deeper than before.

Emily kissed her way down Heather’s back. Heather sensed where the girl’s path would take her and arched her spine so her ass stuck out behind her. She also spread her knees further apart to give Emily better access. Emily accepted the invitation and released Heather’s breasts. Kissing the woman right at the base of the spine, she stuck out her tongue and licked straight down along her ass furrow until her tongue was buried inside the woman’s dripping snatch.

Heather gasped at the wet slick feeling. To get a better angle of attack, Emily lay on the floor on her stomach between Heather’s legs and pushed up with her arms so her face was buried between Heather’s asscheeks. This helped her stick her tongue even farther into her vaginal crevice. It also had the added benefit of allowing her to grind her own pussy against the floor. Emily was enjoying the taste. The musky mixture of her feminine oils and the last remnants of Gregg’s cum overwhelmed her senses, driving her to press harder into the cocksucking woman.

Heather was lost in her own pleasure. The girl’s tongue sent shivers through her body. Gregg’s cock was oozing precum which she happily licked off. Her own excitement was building, but she was craving something more. She knew what it was the moment Emily dove between her legs. Gregg had started something earlier and she wanted more.

“My ass! Emily! Stick a finger into my ass!” Heather screamed before quickly returning her mouth to Gregg’s throbbing cock. Emily didn’t even flinch. She continued sucking on Heather’s extended clit. Suddenly Heather felt a thin finger plunge in and out of her vagina, getting slickened by her copious juices. A moment later, Emily’s digit wormed its way between her asscheeks against her clenched anus. Emily put pressure on her finger and it passed through her anal barrier. Her rectal muscles clamped down tight, not letting the girl’s finger move an inch.

Heather moaned loudly around the cock that filled her mouth. Both of Gregg’s hands now firmly grasped her head and he was beginning to thrust his hips up off the chair. Heather kept a firm grip on his cock about halfway up its length so he wouldn’t lose control and try to shove the whole thing down her throat.

Emily’s tongue flicked across her clit which caused her own muscles to spasm. With each relaxation following each spasm, Emily’s finger would sink just a little deeper into her anus. Soon either Heather’s ass relaxed enough or perhaps Emily’s finger just was slick enough with vaginal juice and sweat that Emily was able to start a steady rhythm fucking in and out of her ass.

It was all everyone could take. Heather’s pussy and ass clenched down on their moist invaders as an orgasm rocked her body. All her muscles tightened and she screamed around Gregg’s plunging cock. The sudden tightness of her mouth combined with the vibrations of her scream sent him over the edge and his cock began erupting in her mouth. Even the back and forth motions against the carpeting combined with the realization that she had just eaten her first woman out finally took its toll and Emily shuddered in a small orgasm.

Heather was distracted by her own orgasm so that when Gregg shot off in her mouth she wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t able to swallow fast enough and cum dribbled out over her chin and down his length. Needing to breathe, she was forced to release his cock from her mouth when a final big spurt shot out and hit her on the forehead leaving a streak across her face like a white scar. The last of Gregg’s cum oozed out from the tip and dripped down around her hand. Heather swallowed what was in her mouth and took that needed gulp of air.

Emily pulled her finger from Heather’s ass causing the woman to groan in pleasure. As if missing the finger’s presence, Heather’s rectal muscles clenched and squeezed, searching for something to tighten against. Gregg lay slumped in the chair. He looked down at Heather and the mess his ejaculation made and gave silent thanks that Heather had the foresight to put down the towels. He didn’t want to imagine Emily trying to explain the stains on the furniture to her dad. As if his thoughts were a summons, Emily appeared at his side and bent to give him a kiss. He especially enjoyed the taste of Heather on the younger woman’s tongue. Pulling away, Emily knelt back down next to Heather. She stifled a giggle seeing the woman with a line of cum running from the middle of her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and across her cheek.

Heather brought her hand up to her face and wiped some of the cum off. Emily grabbed her wrist so she could lick it off the woman’s fingers. Heather couldn’t believe how lusty this young girl was. Caught in the heat of the moment, the two women closed the gap between their faces and kissed passionately, sharing the remnants of Gregg’s cum that were still in her mouth and on her face. Heather brought her hand up from his cock and the two women licked some of his spendings off it.

Catching their breath, both women looked at the other with burning lust. Each woman’s hair was in disarray, and a wet glossy mixture of cum and saliva coated much of each woman’s face. It was a moment of intense passion that neither had ever felt before. As the cumlust wore off, both were suddenly overtaken by a giggle fit. In any other context the each woman’s visage would have been ridiculous, and that fact finally creeped in.

As the laughter abated, Emily and Heather leaned back in toward each other for a kiss, their sticky lips making wet smacking sounds as their tongues darted into each other’s mouths They wrapped their arms around each other in a tight hug. Any awkwardness between the two of them was gone.

Emily stood and went into the kitchen to get a wet towel. Heather turned back to Gregg and was amazed that his cock was still hard. In fact, she actually felt energized, not at all tired like she thought she should. With Emily joining their party, somewhere some reserve of energy had been tapped and she was ready to go…and thankfully it appeared that Gregg was also.

Emily returned with a wet towel for Heather which she tossed to the kneeling woman while she patted her own face clean. Heather wiped down her face before cleaning Gregg’s stiff and throbbing cock.

“It looks like our boy isn’t ready to call it quits!” Emily said, noticing Gregg’s still-erect phallus. “If I might make a suggestion, why don’t we go upstairs where it’s a bit more comfortable?”

The others nodded in assent and quickly gathered up the towels. Emily ran outside naked to pick up the towels and the wet clothes before running back in. Everyone climbed the stairs and entered Emily’s, or rather her father’s, bedroom. Emily tossed the wet towels and clothes into a pile in the corner for the floor, intending to get to them later. Meanwhile, Heather pulled the blankets off the bed leaving only the bedsheet.

Gregg propped the pillows against the headboard and he lay out on his side. Heather joined him on the bed facing him. They leaned into each other, kissing as Gregg’s hand closed around Heather’s breast. Their motions were tender, unhurried.

The bed sank by their feet signaling that Emily had joined them. She crawled up over Heather, pinning her onto her back and breaking Gregg’s grasp. The two meshed themselves together in a passionate kiss, Heather held immobile under Emily’s weight.

Gregg was enjoying the show. Emily’s lithe form was pressed against Heather, their breasts crushed between them. The young girl’s ass flexed and rubbed against Heather, their pussymounds grinding against each other. The sight of Emily’s perfectly smooth ass flexing and twisting held his attention. Almost like a fish approaching a lure, he moved down to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Emily’s ass and gently bit at her flesh. Her cheeks flinched in response, but he was not deterred. Pressing his face tighter between her cheeks, he snaked out his tongue to bore between her cuntlips. He spent a few moments buried between her cheeks when he noticed Heather’s mound begging for attention. Without loosing his oral grip on Emily, Gregg inserted two fingers into Heather’s quivering quim. Both girls moaned into each other’s mouths.

For long minutes, Gregg kept up his dual pleasures. It was only fair, he thought, since the two of them worked together to give him pleasure. Both girls moaned at his touch, Heather practically shaking with lust.

With a sudden and surprising heave, Emily was tossed into the air off of Heather. She rolled through the toss and was immediately on all fours, her back arched, her face just as confused as Gregg by her sudden disappearance. Gregg thought he must be hearing things, because he could have sworn he had heard the girl hiss.

Turning his attention back to the source of Emily’s vault, Gregg saw that Heather had a wild look in her eyes. The green of her irises were practically incandescent. “I need you to fuck me! Fuck me Gregg! I need your cock inside me! Hurry! Lie down here, between us!” Gregg hurried to move into the position Heather wanted. She didn’t look like she’d suffer any arguments or delay. Once he was flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Heather straddled him, sitting on his stomach with his cock resting between her asscheeks.

If Emily was miffed about being tossed around like a rag doll, she didn’t show it anymore. She quickly moved to Heather’s side and reached behind the lust-filled woman to grab Gregg’s cock. “Let me help,” she said and Heather’s glare turned to understanding. Emily took Gregg’s cock in her mouth and sucked it in as deep as she could take it. Her head moved up and down a few times while Heather’s pussy ground tightly against Gregg’s stomach. In moments the top of his throbbing cock was coated in spit. Heather leaned forward and Emily lined up his shaft with the entrance to her hole. Once in place, Heather pushed back, taking his entire length in one smooth stroke. Sighing like a junkie getting her fix, Heather sat up and remained motionless, letting Gregg’s large size fill her completely.

A look of calm returned to her face as she started bouncing up and down. She took small strokes, content to grind back and forth and in small circles. This wasn’t the rabid fucking like down by the pool. There was no frenzy, just a continuous stream of pleasure.

Not wanting to be left out, Emily removed the pillow under Gregg’s and straddled his face. She spread her knees wide until her pussy landed on his nose. Gregg didn’t need to be told what to do. Holding the girl tight to his face, he extended his tongue and began eating the girl in earnest.

The room filled the noises of fucking and sucking. Gregg and Heather found a comfortable rhythm that kept them both excited without sending them barreling toward the edge. “Oh yeah! Fuck my pussy with your cock! Oh Gregg, I love your cock. Fuck me ‘til I cum!” Gregg was still not used to this obscene language coming out of his former student’s mouth. For three months he had known her as quiet and studious, and now she was cum-hungry slut who could make teamsters blush.

Meanwhile, Emily ground her young, sweet pussy against Gregg while he sucked on her clit. His hands firmly held on to the girl’s narrow hips in an almost vain attempt to limit her thrashing movements. Gregg was sure that he could have been lying there dead and Emily would still have gotten herself off, although his nose would have been ground flat. Emily’s hips may have been a blur, but she held her upper body relatively steady, keeping her balance with her hands on her thighs. Heather leaned forward, bracing herself on outstretched arms on Gregg’s chest while Gregg continued to thrust up into her. She took one of Emily’s nipples into her mouth and sucked on it hard. The sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her drove her hips to an almost frantic tempo.

Heather lifted her face away from Emily’s tit and grabbed the girl by the shoulders. Their faces met in a gasping kiss that closed the triangle formed by their three writhing bodies. Emily put one hand behind Heather’s neck and the other palmed Heather’s bouncing breast. When Emily twisted the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Heather’s hips likewise shifted to high gear. Beneath them, Gregg was just simply trying to hang on for dear life.

Heather moaned into the younger girl’s mouth, her own release rapidly approaching. Gregg’s cock sawed in and out of her cunt, like a perpetual pleasure machine. Finally the friction proved too much and her head flew back and she grunted out her pleasure. “Christ! Yes! Oh, cumming! Oh!” Emily helped her along by tightly pinching her nipples. Heather slumped forward, her pussy spasming around Gregg’s thrusting length.

As her senses became aware of what was happening around her, she realized that Gregg was still thrusting into her at the same pounding speed and Emily still hadn’t cum. Catching her breath, she finally managed to speak. “Stop Gregg. Stop.” Gregg’s churning hips slowed, not really wanting to stop. “It’s Emily’s turn. She’s been waiting to fuck you all night.” Heather’s words finally sank in and he stopped thrusting his hips. Heather climbed off him, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a wet pop. She rolled to her side so she was lying parallel with Gregg again. Emily also rolled off and lay on her back on Gregg’s other side.

“Fuck her Gregg. Fuck her. Shove your huge cock into that sweet little pussy.” Any last jealousy that Heather might have felt was disintegrated with her command. She WANTED Gregg to fuck the girl. She WANTED Emily to feel all the pleasure she felt herself. More importantly, she wanted Gregg to squeeze out every last ounce of pleasure he could find. Something had been awoken in her former teacher and for the first time in his life, he was experiencing mindless, animalistic pleasure. There was so much she wanted him to feel, to taste, to enjoy. She felt a connection with Gregg that was stronger than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She didn’t care if Gregg fucked the young nurse. She didn’t care if he fucked every nurse in the hospital. Every moment of pleasure he felt, she knew was hers in kind.

Heather stretched out on the bed on her side, propping her head up with her elbow while her other hand rested between her legs. She watched as Gregg crawled between Emily’s spread legs. The girl grabbed his humungous cock in both hands and positioned him at the entrance of her pussy. Gregg pushed in and to the girl’s surprise, his slickened cock entered in one, albeit slow, shove.

Emily scissored her legs around Gregg, her heels digging into his asscheeks. Her hands held onto his sides, guiding the speed with which he thrust in and out of her tight pussy. Gregg quickly built to a rapid rhythm, his cock sawing in and out of her tight pussy while he stayed poised above her on locked arms.

Heather watched in admiration. Gregg’s toned body shone with a glistening sheen. His hair was matted against his forehead and drops of sweat dripped down his nose to splash on the writhing girl beneath him. He seemed a tireless fucking machine. Emily’s head shook back and forth, her body also glistening in the lamp light. She didn’t mouth obscenities like Heather had. Instead she grunted with each thrust into her clasping channel. “Oh! Oh! Unggh! Un! Gasp!” Her monosyllabic exultations were punctuated with the sound of Gregg’s pelvis slapping into hers, which rose to meet its tormentor again and again.

Heather sat up, her left hand still buried between her legs. Her fingers played against her clit as she felt her own pleasure beginning to build. With her right hand, she pulled Emily’s arm away from Gregg’s side and held the girl’s hand firmly in her own between her breasts. Emily was sure she could feel Heather’s pounding heart despite the pounding her whole body was taking.

Gregg caught the movement in his peripheral vision and turned his head toward Heather. Their eyes locked, but Gregg didn’t break his stride. If anything, he kicked up the tempo. In a near whisper, Heather mouthed to him, “Fuck her! Fuck her Gregg! This is it! Make her cum! Stuff her with your fat cock!”

Her face crashed into his and their tongues dueled. Gregg’s hips went into overdrive and pounded into the small girl beneath him with incredible force. He and Heather were glued at the mouth, panting heavily through their noses. Emily screamed her release and her pussy convulsed around his pounding prick. Gregg hardly even noticed, so intent was he on Heather.

Gregg soon reached his point of no return, his cock pistoning in and out of the limp rag-doll of a girl beneath him. His hips were a blur of motion in and out of the motionless girl beneath him. Just at the moment of his release and for reasons he couldn’t explain, he pulled his cock free of Emily’s still spasming pussy and aimed the head directly at Heather. Heather silently mouthed one word: “Yes!”

The semen shot over the young girl and in seeming slow motion landed squarely on Heather’s chest between her breasts. The second shot also arced over Emily and landed on the first one, sliding between the canyon of her twin mounds in a milky river. The next three shots didn’t have quite the power as those two, landing on Heather’s stomach, on the hand massaging her pussy, and finally across Emily’s heaving stomach as she lay panting for air.

Heather’s hand was a blur between her legs. When Gregg’s cum landed on her, she saw stars as her own orgasm hit her. Her whole body spasmed, as if every muscle tightened at once. She collapsed back onto the bed, still shaking in pleasure. The rivulet of Gregg’s cum reversed its flow and ran back up toward her neck before dripping onto the bedsheet. Seconds later she was asleep.

Christine tried to puzzle out the strange series of events that had led her current situation.

Back in December, she graduated from college. Like most new grads, she celebrated by satisfying her wanderlust. She and her family went with a group from their church to see the Pyramids and other exotic locals, but when the itinerary was complete, she had no desire to return to the states. The world was so big and there was so much to see. Kissing her parents and her sister goodbye as they boarded the plane back to the States, she continued her journey, planning to backpack and hitchhike in a westerly direction until she was in Morocco. Then maybe up to Spain before heading home. Her parents, like any good parents were worried about their little girl, but they knew their daughter wasn’t so little anymore and she knew how to take care of herself. She had spent three months touring through Europe the summer after her sophomore year, paying her own way by taking odd jobs.

That was pretty much her plan this time – although it’d be a stretch to call it a plan per se. Travel until her money ran out; work until she had enough money to travel; repeat. Currently, she was taking a few days off from the road to bartend at this little club in the lobby of some Hotel to earn a little scratch to cover the next leg of her trip. She really didn’t know much about bartending, but hey, when you were blessed with the four B’s (Blonde hair, Blue eyes, and Big Boobs), skills weren’t really all that important. Lonely and horny men didn’t care if their Screwdrivers were made with gin and grapefruit juice so long as she flashed her pearly whites and showed plenty of cleavage. She even charmed the hotel manager into letting her stay in an empty room while she worked there.

Brimming with self confidence, highly independent, the girl next door, voted most likely to change the world; these were all ways her friends would describe her. A flirt, a cocktease, an ice princess; these were all ways the boys she dated would describe her. She wasn’t religious or pious, but her virginity was something she had cherished. Had…past tense. Like part of a previous life…

The bar closed at 4 am and the next thing she knew she and three of the bar patrons were heading up to her room. Well, really it was one guy she was interested in and his two friends. The Wingmen, as she had dubbed them, had tried chatting her up, but he just stared. He would watch her with penetrating eyes. She’d catch him sometimes staring, straining, every muscle in his face tense, a vein in his forehead throbbing. When he wasn’t staring at her, he was rubbing his head, like he was suffering from a migraine. The part of her brain that screamed that this guy was creepy melted away over the course of several hours. That part of her brain was reduced to a barely audible whisper and she found herself falling in love with him. She was sure that’s what it was. Love at first sight…or two hours after first sight. Strong and silent. That what he was…not creepy…strong and silent….a great lover…he must be, with those penetrating eyes. He’d take care of her. Everything would be perfect if she was his. He was what was missing…

When she walked out of the bar into the lobby of the hotel, the manager closing up behind her, the beautiful stranger and his Wingmen were waiting for her. She walked up to him and with her best coquettish smile, asked if he wanted to come upstairs. She even rubbed up against him letting him feel her breasts pressing into his chest.

He replied simply, “Okay, but my friends come up also.”

She was about to say no, when her pussy started throbbing like mad. It felt like something was pulling at her clit, like the fumbling hands of one of her past high school boyfriends who had managed to get his hands under her skirt before she could swat him away. Except this time, it was truly exciting. Her knees felt weak and she could feel the moisture soaking her panties. He just looked down at her with that intense gaze, rubbing the side of his head.

She didn’t care about his friends. They could watch for all she cared. She had to get this god of a man up to her room. She had never seen anyone so handsome, so commanding. In fact, now that she thought about it, his request that his friends join him were the first words he had spoken to her all night…and they were perfect. She nodded her agreement, pressing tighter against him, and she felt him exhale deeply, as if he had been holding his breath.

So here she was in her hotel room, soon to be her last night there. She was sure one of the hotel patrons a nearby room was going to complain about the noise coming from her room and her free ride would come to an end. Her screams of joy and pleasure had been loud and unbridled. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered…except the cock in her mouth.

She was on her knees in front of the man who had wooed her. He sat in one of the hotel chairs that came with the room, leaning back so he could enjoy the blowjob she was giving him. She had learned long ago that sometimes blowjobs were all that stood between her and losing her virginity to some overly hormonal teenaged boy, so it wasn’t the fact that she was sucking on a dick that made the ever fainter voice in her head cry that this was wrong.

No…it was everything else. It was the two guys sitting on either queen size bed, naked and slowly fisting their cocks, like they were waiting their turn…or maybe his permission. It was the fact that she was naked and in her room with three guys she didn’t know, at her invitation. It was the size of the dick she was sucking, massive and veiny, held before her like a club. It was the slight coppery taste of blood, her blood, still on the shaft. It was the way he laughed in delight when his cock burst through her hymen, and he cried out, “Hey she was a cherry! Bonus!” It was the way he got high-fives from his two friends…and it was the way she begged for more as she came and came despite the pain and the loss of her most sacred treasure.

So here she was, the last bits of her old self letting go of the puzzle of how she got here and simply accepting. It was only a matter of time before that beast of a cock was pushed back into her raw cunt, or all the way down her throat, or…or anywhere else. That last thought was almost too painful to imagine…and yet with each thought, fear was turned into excitement.

She sucked harder, panting heavily through her nose. Her head bobbed up and down his cock, desperately yearning for a taste of his delicious cum. She hadn’t tasted it yet, but she knew it’d be delicious. Everything about him was perfect. His hand suddenly let go of his cock and grabbed the hair at the top of her head in his fist. He stood up and pulled his cock out of her mouth and twisted his hips left and right, letting his club of a cock slap noisily against her cheeks. He and his friends laughed at her attempts to get his cock back in her mouth, like a young chick in its nest begging for food.

He stopped laughing and shoved his cock back into her mouth. It was no worm, but she inhaled it like it was life-giving sustenance. Holding her tightly by the hair with one hand, he started fucking into her face. Part of her was thankful that he wasn’t trying to shove it down her throat yet, but part of her was also sad for the same exact reason. She knew any pain she felt was simply due to her lack of experience, and she hoped more than anything that he’d keep her around long enough to learn to satisfy his every want and desire. The voice that had been trying to tell her this was all wrong was beaten down, and was silent.

Her tongue danced furiously around the invading tip while she squeezed her tit with one hand and pawed eagerly at her recently deflowered cunt with the other. His breathing became deeper and more erratic. His hips moved faster. She sucked harder in an effort to keep up. Finally his head reared back and she knew she was about to receive her reward for being a good little slut.

But, just she expected his thick creamy jizz to fill her mouth, he let go of her hair and pulled his cock out. Jacking it furiously, he groaned loudly when his seed flew from the tip to splatter wetly against her face.

Her head flew back as if hit by a bullet. As her own orgasm hit her, she saw white, and it wasn’t the cum that was dripping into her eye. She screamed her pleasure with each stream that landed, her cunt spasming with each rope of jizz that hit her face. Again and again it kept coming. She kept her mouth open hoping some would land on her tongue. Six spurts, seven, eight – each as thick and wet as the one before it. It seemed like the guy was draining a hollow leg.

Finally he stopped cumming. He stood over her, his hand curled once again in her hair. His fist gripping her sodden blonde tresses was the only thing that held her upright as her body fought to remain conscious. His other hand came up and he let one finger drag through a cum-splattered cheek. Careful not to let any of his goo get on the ace bandage that was carefully wrapped around the rest of his hand, he let her lick and suck at his cum-coated finger.

He let go of her hair and she collapsed backward onto the floor between the beds gasping for air. The last thing she heard before her vision tunneled into a pin prick of light was her lover’s…no, her Master’s laughing voice telling his friends, “All hail the Queen guys! All hail the Queen!”