The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

First period on Monday, Sherry saw me. “I heard that you had a wild weekend.”

“Who told you that?” I asked, innocently.

“Oh, a little birdie,” Sherry said, sweetly.

“June is looking like it will be a lovely month,” I said, dreamily.

Sherry blushed in response. I knew that the rumor mill was running at normal speed, which was faster than humanly possible.

I was happy. Operation Unsaint Jim was underway.

I ditched lunch and stayed in the music room. Mr. Proilet asked if I was working on a special project, and I nodded. He smiled at me, and asked me to lock up when I left.

I waited a few moments, but June didn’t arrive. I was disappointed, and decided to check out the practice rooms at the other end of the room. I hadn’t played a note the past weekend, and it couldn’t hurt to keep the fingers in shape.

There was a light on in one of the rooms when I opened the door. Inside, I found a totally naked cheerleader with chocolate-brown skin.

“June!” I exclaimed, surprised. “How long have you been here?”

“Since second period,” June answered. “I told your teacher that you left some music in one of the practice rooms. I’m not sure if he knows whether I left or not. I kept thinking that somebody would come in—I felt very naughty.”

“Practice rooms are usually used during fifth and sixth period during Music Theory classes.”

“I heard the band playing last period. I... I was playing with myself, knowing you were in the room. I reached a loud orgasm. I don’t think anybody heard me, but I felt very nasty!”

I wonder how much Mr. Proilet heard about last weekend. I knew that June’s name was mentioned, and Mr. Proilet, one of the younger teachers, seemed to be pretty much attuned to what the kids were saying.

I decided that there were worse things to worry about than what Mr. Proilet thought. After all, he cut me quite a lot of slack, and if he heard my name linked with June, and knew that June was inside the practice room, then it was obvious that he let me alone in the music room, so I knew he wasn’t going to try to bust me.

Still, I felt the wickedness that June described.

I pulled my pants down, and sat on the piano bench. I signaled June to come over, and she was surprised when I lifted her up and placed her on my lap. My cock was sticking up between her legs.

June looked down between her legs. “It’s as if I have my own penis!”

“Well, it’s yours only temporary. I’ve become attached to it.”

June laughed, but continued staring. “It’s like... weird!”

I moved my hands to cup June’s breasts and I felt her body shiver at my touch.

I kissed June’s ears, and then moved my hands from her breasts to the ivory keys in front of her.

This was one of my fantasies, although I never played it out with Kristen.

My hands played the opening chords that was the introduction to Elton John’s ”Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road.”

I softly sung the song lyrics in June’s ear as I accompanied myself on piano. I could feel June grinding her crotch against my pubic hair, and I could feel her excitement start to build as I caressed her body with my arms as I continued to play the song and sing in her ear.

When the song was complete, I resumed kissing June’s ear.

“That’s a lovely song, but it’s also sad song, isn’t it?” June asked.

“Yes,” I said, having progressed to licking inside June’s ear.

“What’s it about?” June asked.

“A guy is leaving his rich mistress. However, some of the words are vague, and it could also be that he’s leaving his male lover. Looking at it another way, it’s also a song of escape.”

“Ooh, a nasty song!” June said, her wiggling on my crotch getting more pronounced.

My fingers were back on June’s breasts. Her nipples were about as hard as I ever felt them. I sighed as I remembered the feel of slippery soap over those nipples. Kristen was to blame for this particular fondness I now had.

June’s orgasm wasn’t very loud, nor was it very big. However, June seemed quite content when it finished washing over her.

“How do you do it?” June asked, breathlessly.

“I just do what comes naturally,” I said.

“On four occasions, I’ve been with you. I’ve received eight orgasms. And each time, it’s been different. You lick me, you rub my body, you touch me between my legs, you have me hump your cock. How do you do it?”

“You inspire me to new heights, June.”

“That can’t be it,” June said.

“You do, June. How do you do it? You enter a practice room and remove all your clothes. You wait two periods, not knowing if anybody will look in before I do.”

“I couldn’t have done it if last weekend hadn’t happened.”

I laughed. “I didn’t do anything, June. You are doing it yourself. I’m just hanging on for the ride!”

June rotated herself on my lap so that she was facing me with my cock aligned with the crack on her ass. She moved her legs until they were wrapped around my hips. Her arms pulled her body close to mine. Her nipples rubbed into my breasts. “Kiss me, Jim!”

I did. June started grinding against me once more. It took about ten minutes, but she reached another pleasant orgasm.

“I like it this way,” June said. “Archy and I never did it that way.”

“Archy never had a nasty girl in bed with him.”

“Yeah. Cunt Whore is pretty nasty, huh?” June teased.

The clock in the practice room showed me there was still some more time. I once again started to play a song, but when June realized what I was doing, she rotated around again so she could “participate.”

I played a song that I only tried to play a few times. I liked the song when it was a hit, and did an arrangement for piano for it, but there was never any inspiration for me to actually perform it—until today.

I knew a man Bojangles, and he danced for you,

In worn out shoes.

Silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants.

The old soft shoe.

He jumped so high, he jumped so high.

Then he’d lightly touch down.

I sang the song softly, using the piano only to play arpeggios, the way that the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band played the song on acoustic guitars.

June didn’t say a word during the song. I knew that it affected her, but she didn’t say anything. Her grinding was minimal during that song, which surprised me.

When the song ended, June still said nothing at all, but turned around, hugged me, and cried.

I hadn’t expected this reaction from her. I hugged her back, confused.

After a very long kiss, June broke it off and looked at me.

“I have another request for you, Oogie.”

“Yes?”

“On the day that we get married, could you play that song for Archy and me? I would love that song to be our wedding song.”

“It’s not a romantic song, June,” I pointed out.

“Yes it is, Oogie.”

I didn’t correct June. Bojangles Robinson was black, and the song might have a different meaning to her than it did to me. I’ve learned long ago that a song that people laugh at, like Blue Swede’s ”Hooked on a Feeling,” could also be seen as romantic, the way my lovely blonde Goddess would always think of that song.

June expressed her happiness in my choice of song by kissing me very long and intimately.

After we broke from that kiss, I looked up at the clock in the room, and saw that there was less than five minutes left in the period. I moved June off my lap and told her to get dressed. I noticed that she went without bra or panties. “You nasty girl!” I teased.

“People are already talking about us, Jim. I feel so nasty and so proud. A lot of girls don’t believe it. I think that they are jealous of me.”

“I know,” I said. “Sherry seemed to know the gossip in first period.”

“Gossip travels fast!”

I nodded. “I’m pretty sure who started it. Jackie’s boyfriend, Steve.”

“Jackie and Steve broke up after they left the villa,” June told me. “Jackie confided to me that she wanted to do it at the villa but wanted to avoid a nasty and public confrontation.”

I understood Jackie’s motives. Avoiding confrontation was why I also declined to do anything about Steve’s obvious dismissal of Kristen’s hard rule of “no liquor” at the villa.

Kristen had made that rule out of respect for me, knowing how I felt about my father, and had offered all of our friends a free weekend at a wonderful villa with only that one string attached. The fact that Steve so heartlessly ignored that one request told me a lot about his character.

“Jackie told me that he’s an asshole,” I observed. “I agree with her.”

“Can you do me a favor?” June asked.

“Anything.”

“Hold my hand and walk me to my next class.”

I laughed. “You nasty, nasty girl!”

The class bell rang, and as June and I walked the hallway, it was obvious that we received an unusual amount of stares. We pretended not to notice, but I could actually smell the sweet aroma of June’s arousal as I deposited her at her classroom.

To further dispel all doubts, I gave June a totally unnecessary good-bye kiss in front of the open door to her classroom.

As I walked to gym class, I noticed that a lot of girls were checking me out, seeing me as maybe being a bit more available than I was when I was seen as exclusively Kristen’s. I hadn’t expected that particular response, actually.

In the locker room, I received a lot of ribbing from my class mates. “Way to go, Stud!” said one friend.

“You better watch out for Tiny,” warned another. “I hear he wants your balls on a skewer!”

I winced at that description, but I knew for a fact that this wasn’t true.

There were only a couple of teases that bothered me. They all stemmed from the fact that June was Negro and I was a Caucasian. My response to that was a serious glare at the offending parties, who decided to keep their racist thoughts to themselves.

Although blacks were no small minority in Chicago at that time during the 1970s, the suburban community where I lived was still predominantly white. Interracial dating was extremely rare, and I guess that despite the fact that Archie Bunker was on the air for a while showing bigotry to be the silly idiotic thing it really is, some people never learned anything.

I didn’t think of myself as “Crusader Whitey” who would be responsible for wiping out prejudice in our community, and to tell you the truth, I really hadn’t thought through the racial angle. I mean, when I first held June in my arms, the fact that she was black made her seem more exotic. But that was just a very small part of what made her special to me. She didn’t taste or smell any different. Her skin beaded water differently than mine in the shower, but I knew white girls for whom that was true as well. What I loved about June was that little girl I discovered who I wanted to get to know a lot better.

I noticed that some of the dumber white people no longer liked me now. That didn’t bother me, actually. I never really identified with those assholes, anyway.

However, some of the black kids also seemed to glare at me as well, as if I was reducing the amount of pussy available to them. I mean, I bet those guys didn’t treat Tiny the same way when he made it clear that June’s dance card was full. I truly couldn’t understand their anger.

I found myself shunned by those two groups in gym class. I felt a bit confused about this. Then a black student threw a basketball at me (not to me) during a game. The fact that he knocked me down and he was supposed to be on my own team surprised me, as well as the gym teacher.

That was enough! I left the gym class, ignoring the protests of my coach. I quickly got dressed and walked back to the music room.

Mr. Proilet was teaching his Theory class. He saw me come into the room, and he interrupted his class. “More practice, Jim?”

“Something like that,” I mumbled.

On automatic, I entered the same practice room that June and I shared earlier. Nobody was inside, so I closed the door and started playing the piano.

I started with the Moonlight Sonata, a song that usually calms me down. For the first time that I could recall, it didn’t work.

Next, I picked a random song: an oldie called ”You’re Sixteen,” and a random key: D-flat.

It was one of those songs with only about four chords, so it worked. I started shouting the lyrics and noticed that the song consisted of a very limited vocal range.

The song and key signature suddenly sounded familiar. It was an oldie, but there was a remake of it that was on the radio occasionally. Ringo Starr sang it; it was his range and I believe that this was the key he used in the song. If I remember correctly, Paul McCartney and Harry Nilsson sang backup on the song, and one of them even played a kazoo solo.

I sighed, thinking of the Beatles, and switched before the song ended to Day Tripper, a song that was most definitely not designed for piano. I wasn’t going for easy, I wanted hard. I even managed to pull off one of George Harrison’s sitar songs from Sgt. Pepper.

I ended up doing a complete Beatles medley, playing bits and pieces of songs, and at one point, I was trying to remember the order of the songs on side two of Abbey Road.

I switched from Beatles to Three Dog Night, and when I started playing a song I realized was ”Black and White“ I slammed the keyboard cover down hard and put my head in my hands and started to cry.

“Jim,” my music teacher said, softly. “We need to talk.”

I don’t know how long he was in the room, but he was there long enough.

I hadn’t noticed the time. I spent most of fifth period through eighth in the practice room. School was over, and apparently, many people were looking for me. Mr. Proilet was the first person that people checked, and, of course, he knew where I was.

As I exited the practice room, I still felt tears running down my face. Imagine my surprise when I saw Sherry, Kristen, Camille, Patty, June, Archy, Lynette, and everybody I considered to be my friend looking at me, very concerned.

“Coach Dillard told me what happened in gym,” Mr. Proilet said.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” I said, totally sick at everybody and everything.

Mr. Proilet shook his head. “Kristen, take him home. Keep him there for a few days. He’s got a lot on his mind.”

Kristen nodded, and I walked off with my Goddess.

The phone rang and I picked it up.

“Hello, Jim?”

It was June’s voice.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about today,” June said.

“It’s not your fault,” I said.

“I’m still sorry.”

“Forget it.”

“I wanted to know... are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you, June!” I said.

“I’ve got homework tonight, but I think I can get my mom to let me go out tomorrow night. Can Cunt Whore visit you then?”

“You have an open invitation, June.”

“Thanks, Jim.” June hung up.

I was confused about June’s call, but then I heard another click on the line, before I heard dial tone.

I remembered that kind of click when Merry was a few years younger eavesdropping on my phone calls.

There were two extensions in our apartment, but the only other person in the apartment was Kristen, who was sitting on what was usually my favorite recliner. Lynette was at the hair stylist per Kristen’s orders.

I realized that somebody was listening in on June’s side.

I figured that tomorrow night was going to be interesting.

I got to bed early, and Kristen didn’t have a problem with that. We hugged each other tightly, and I fell asleep quite quickly.

It took a lot of convincing from Kristen for me to not go to school.

After Kristen drove off, I considered walking the three miles to the school. It wouldn’t take that long, and it would give me some time to think about things.

As I was about to leave, however, the phone rang.

I picked up the phone.

“Don’t even think of walking.”

It was Kristen. She hung up immediately.

Am I that fucking predictable?

I went downstairs to the practice room and started taking my frustration out on my electric piano. Kristen recently purchased me an upright grand piano, which was similar to the ones at the school, and I decided that an acoustic piano was better for taking out my frustrations.

When I was angry, I played very hard.

I was in the middle of the Funeral for a Friend, from Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road intro when I saw daylight flash into the room.

I turned, while continuing to play the chromatic finale of the song that leads into Love Lies Bleeding and noticed my music teacher walk into my practice room. I stopped.

“Elton double tracked that part,” Mr. Proilet said. “You’re trying to play two keyboards on one to get his sound.”

“Elton used a professional studio,” I shrugged.

“Kristen said you’d either be here or in the next room playing pool. A lot of musicians and mathematicians play pool, you know.”

“Don’t you have class?” I asked.

“Teachers can take days off. Especially music teachers that only have commencement to worry about.”

“I think I fucked up with June,” I said, knowing that my teacher knew about the rumors.

“You fucked up. How?”

“She’s black, I’m white. Everybody hates me.”

“Wasn’t that the idea?” Mr. Proilet asked. “Didn’t you want to show everybody that your feet were made of clay?”

“I didn’t want people to hate me!”

“The only people that hate you are the assholes.”

“There are plenty of people that fit in that category.”

Mr. Proilet laughed. “Tiny ‘accidentally’ bumped into Reggie Woods yesterday after the incident in the gym. He made it perfectly clear that people that aren’t nice to Jim Crittenhouse will find they will have Tiny Jonas to deal with.”

“Really?”

“How do you do it?” Mr. Proilet. “June and Tiny have been going together for years. You ‘discover’ him this year, you’re best friends, and he doesn’t mind you with June.”

“June’s mom is going to confront us tonight.”

“Oh?” Mr. Proilet seemed surprised by that.

“She listened in when June called me last night. She knows that June’s coming over here tonight.”

“You don’t seem nervous,” my teacher said.

“What can June’s mom do to me? I’m not her son. She can forbid June from coming, but she can’t touch me. I’m younger than June, so it will be difficult to say that I’m taking advantage of her.”

“For somebody so smart, you still let some assholes dictate to you.”

“What do you mean?”

Mr. Proilet sighed. “If June’s mom does that, she’s an asshole, and you already know how to deal with her. Why can’t you do that with people like Reggie?”

“He’s black.”

“So is June’s mom.”

That was true. “Well, I know why she’s going to dislike me. She knows what June calls herself when she’s with me.”

“And nobody else does?” Mr. Proilet asked. “You call a black girl a whore, and black guys will get offended.”

“June chose that name, and I never called her that.”

“Did Lynette choose her name?”

Mr. Proilet seemed to be pretty well connected into the school gossip mill. “Kristen chose that one.”

“I won’t lie to you, Jim. I don’t totally understand you. You have an amazing gift, and you know it and you use it. I’ve seen a lot of so-called prodigies come and go, but none of them has the drive that you have. I’m willing to call in favors to see that you develop the potential you were born with. You seem to have a perfect love life, and...”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the most popular guy in school. The cheerleaders love me, every girl wants my baby.”

“As I said, I don’t understand you,” Mr. Proilet said, getting back on track. “You put into motion this... this totally amazing and unexpected plan to make people think of you as a regular guy, but when they do, you retreat into yourself. Do you want that or do you not?”

“I want that.”

“Then you will have to expect assholes like Reggie Woods. If you didn’t have June, you could have Sherry Jordan. And then, somebody else would have a secret crush on her and resent you. When it was just you and Kristen, people resented you because they secretly wanted Kristen. When they saw what the two of you were capable of doing together, and saw that it was greater than what you did before you met her, they cut you slack. You made the right choice, and it was obvious.”

“And?” I asked.

“It didn’t happen overnight,” Mr. Proilet said. “You won over a lot of people, including me, when you put together that ’Hooked on a Feeling’ session. Do you know people are still making copies of copies of a cassette of that? Anyway, people started realizing what you and Kristen were around November. Somehow, the cheerleaders adopted you, and after the Christmas concert, you arrived. It didn’t happen overnight.”

I nodded. His recollection was about correct.

“Do you know that band enrollment nearly doubled for next year? The kids saw our Spring Concert and our performance of the musical at the junior high, and it seems to have piqued their interest. They love the jazz band so much that it’s now seen as hip to be in the band! You did that!”

“Really?”

“You don’t do marching band, but even that has stepped up. People are excited over the music program now, people that would never have considered it before. If I wanted, I could probably ask for an increase in my salary to handle the additional people, or even ask for an assistant.”

“Wow. You need more prodigies, Mr. Proilet!”

My teacher laughed. “Jean, please.”

“Sorry.”

“I can’t handle prodigies. Luckily, I didn’t have to handle you. You already know everything I teach in the junior and senior Music Theory classes. I have no idea how to keep you from getting bored in the next two years.”

“Maybe I could guest conduct the Chicago Symphony. You know, for extra credit?”

Both of us laughed at that.

“You have a razor sharp mind, Jim. I think that is what makes you special. You have talent, a sharp mind, and a ruthless work ethic. Your problem is that you expect nothing less from everybody else.”

I found myself nodding and then realized that Mr. Proilet hit upon what was really bothering me.

“That’s right!”

The two of us talked for a while, and then we played duets. I felt better, so I played the electric keyboard while Mr. Proilet accompanied me on acoustic.

Mr. Proilet left around noon time. He drove me to school.

Kristen, Patty, and Sherry were surprised to see me at Lunch. “Mr. Proilet drove me in.”

They noticed that I appeared to be in a much happier mood.

“What period does June have lunch?” I asked.

Sherry and Patty answered: “Third.”

Damn! Missed her.

I remembered that I skipped lunch on Monday and walked June to her fifth period class, so I knew where she’d be.

The girls were still a bit suspicious about me, and Patty asked me some guarded questions, but by the time the class bell rang, we were once again chatting like old friends.

I found June on the way to her fifth period class. “June! I need to talk with you.”

“What’s up? I heard that you had kind of a nervous breakdown.”

“Exaggeration,” I said, laughing. “You know the rumor mill.”

June laughed. “Did you hear what Archy did to Reggie yesterday?”

“I heard. Listen, I have something serious to tell you.”

“Sure.”

“Your mother knows about tonight.”

“Huh?”

“I’m ready for her, so trust me. I’ll find Archy and let him know, just in case.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to do what I should have done yesterday. I’m going to grab the bull by the horns.”

In the locker room, people were surprised to see me. I remembered each and every asshole that said something nasty to me and I gave them each a cold look. I noticed that Reggie Woods avoided direct eye contact with me.

It was a tense gym class, but nothing was said, nor was anything implied. The tenseness got less as the class drew on and it was obvious that nothing was going to happen.

I found Archy in the hallway, and explained to him about June’s mother. We talked for about five minutes in the hallway, well into the next period. He gave me a pretty good idea of what to expect with June’s mother, who was very much as I expected her to be, having a mother myself. One of the things that I saw in June was that similarity of our mothers, even though I never met June’s mother in person before.

After school, Kristen drove me home.

June arrived about five thirty. She arrived with Archy, but only June entered the apartment. A few minutes later, she was nude and sitting on a love seat next to me.

Lynette arrived about ten minutes later, surprising Kristen. I suggested it might be a good thing for the two of them to spend some “quality time” together. When and if June’s mother came around, I didn’t want the eighteen year old girls to be around.

Before the girls could leave, the intercom sounded. “I have a Mrs. Rodgers here to talk to Kristen and Jim about her daughter, June.”

“Wait thirty seconds, Wally, and then raise the gate,” I said.

“Will do.”

“Kris, Lynette... get downstairs into the practice room. Lynette, did you bring your car?”

“Yes, Mr. Big.”

June snickered at my nickname despite her nervousness.

“Do you have your clothes in it?”

“Yes, Mr. Big.”

“The two of you should leave after Mrs. Rodgers arrives. You can get dressed when you leave the property. Go somewhere for a couple of hours. End up at Vaughn’s, where I’ll call you guys.”

“Are you sure?” Kristen asked me.

“I’m very sure.”

“All right.”

The two girls departed, and I went downstairs to the parking lot and watched June’s mother park her car.

“Is this the orgy place?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.

“Let’s be civil, Mrs. Rodgers. I’ve been expecting you.”

The black lady sniffed, thinking that I was showing a false bravado.

I was perfectly relaxed. “Let’s go upstairs. June is upstairs.”

“You mean, your Cum Whore.”

“I believe she calls herself Cunt Whore,” I corrected.

Mrs. Rodgers was taken aback by my forthrightness, but caught herself. “Whatever.”

I led Mrs. Rodgers upstairs, and I saw the outside door open as Kristen and Lynette ran out.

Mrs. Rodgers saw June, completely naked, sitting on our love seat. She gasped.

“Mrs. Rodgers, I’m sure you know your daughter.”

Mrs. Rodgers glared at me. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but...”

“It’s not a game, Mrs. Rodgers.”

“June, I want you to get your clothes and...”

“I can’t.”

“Excuse me?” the mother asked.

“Archy has my clothes, and he won’t pick me up until midnight. I have been ordered to sit here, and my Master hasn’t given me any other order, so I cannot get up.”

“Archy is in on this?”

“Sit down, Mrs. Rodgers,” I said in a firm, commanding voice.

Without thinking, June’s mother did as I directed. I smiled and took my place on the love seat next to June.

“Archy Jonas indeed knows about June and me,” I said. “Archy and June have also given me June’s virginity. I can take it right now, or I can let her keep it. It’s my choice, and nobody else’s. Not yours, not Archy’s, and not June’s.”

“You can’t be serious...”

I turned to June and glanced down at her crotch. June heard my unspoken command and spread her legs, a bit shy due to the fact that her mother was in the room. I continued to stare, and she finally opened them wide enough to give a nice show.

“Lovely,” I said, and I put my right hand on June’s pussy.

“Stop that right now!” Mrs. Rodgers demanded.

“You are an uninvited guest in my house, Mrs. Rodgers. You do not give orders here.” I turned to June and said in a stage whisper, “Just a little wider... there, that’s it.”

“I won’t have you...”

“What you want isn’t the point, Mrs. Rodgers!”

Kristen and Patty gave me most of the information I needed, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what I would say. I remembered Patty’s advice when Ms. Taylor confronted me in the front office to not allow people to bully me and to stand up for what I believed. Even so, I needed to make my point, and I didn’t want to sound crude except where I needed to.

I slowly said, “You will not allow your daughter to enjoy the feeling of a man’s fingers? Why not? Is she too young? How old were you when a boy did this to you?”

Archy also gave me some information on Mrs. Rodgers during our brief conversation in the hallway. She married at seventeen, and June was born only seven months later. Her husband left her a few months after June was born. She worked two jobs because her husband didn’t pay his alimony or the child support. She was not a paragon of virtue by any means.

“That is none of your business!”

“If that is the case,” I said, continuing to rub June, “then this is none of yours.”

“She’s my daughter!”

“And you’re her mother. How old were you?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“Let’s see,” I said, smiling wickedly at the mother as I continued fondling June. “You got married at seventeen, and June was born seven months later. Let’s do the math!”

“You... you bastard!”

I grinned wickedly. “I will not have you call her names.”

“I was talking to you!” her mother spat.

June’s breathing was getting faster. I think the nastiness of my manipulating her in front of her mother was adding to her arousal.

“Sticks and stones will break my bones,” I chanted.

I turned my attention from the mother, and moved over to June and kissed her ear, wiggling my tongue into it. June’s breathing got deeper.

“You will stop that...”

“Or what? What will you do?”

“I’ll call the police! This is statutory rape!”

“The phone is right over there, Mrs. Rodgers. You’ll find them hesitant coming out here, as Kristen’s father is a big supporter of the community, but a rape charge will get past any hesitation. Of course, with June being seventeen and me being sixteen...”

“Ms. Swift is eighteen!”

“She’s not here. Can you prove that Kristen knows what’s happening right now?”

“This is her apartment.”

I shook my head. “For her eighteenth birthday, Kristen deeded this part of the property to me. To me! Kristen has a bedroom in the main house. Her parents, her brother, June, and I and a few of our friends are willing to testify to that.”

“Stop touching my daughter!”

I decided to up the ante. I took my other hand, and started fondling June’s breasts, teasing her nipple. I knew she was getting quite close.

“Or what? Did you know that Kristen and I consulted with her lawyers this evening? They say that you can indeed have me put in jail, but I will be immediately released when the Habeas Corpus and the notarized depositions they are already in the process of getting are displayed. That will lead to the police dropping the charges, and a civil charge brought up about something called Wrongful Prosecution, False Imprisonment, or something like that. Law hasn’t been my strong suit. I’m a musician, actually. Kristen’s family has a bunch of lawyers at their beck and call.”

June’s orgasm finally washed over her. She blushed cutely as she realized she did so in front of her own mother. My finger was soaked from her squirting.

“That was beautiful,” I said softly to June.

“Stop that!”

“Who are you to speak?” I asked. “You referred to your own daughter as Cum Whore!”

Mrs. Rodgers didn’t have an answer for that.

“Do you love your daughter, Mrs. Rodgers?”

“What?”

“It was a simple question. Do you love your daughter?”

“I love my daughter...”

“How much? As much as any mother loves her daughter?”

“Certainly...”

I turned to June, and said, “Get me hard, June. Just use your hands.”

June nodded, and started to pull down my zipper.

“Stop that, June!” Mrs. Rodgers demanded.

My pants were undone, and I lifted my butt so that June could slide my pants and boxers down.

“June, do you love your mother?” I asked.

June answered, “Yes, Master.”

“Do you think she loves you?”

Without hesitation, June answered, “Yes, Master.”

I was hard now, the confrontation already having me excited. “Let’s see how much your mother loves you.”

I suddenly picked June up by the waist. It wasn’t an easy maneuver. Luckily, June didn’t fight me, despite the fact that I hadn’t warned her about this.

I moved June so that her crotch was right above my hard penis. “Mrs. Rodgers, your daughter is a virgin. She planned on saving herself for her wedding day, unlike you. Archy and June gave me her virginity to do with as I please. I’m now offering it to you. Say the word and I will let go of her waist, and she’ll impale herself on me.”

“NO!” Mrs. Rodgers was horrified.

“June isn’t heavy, but I’m not Superman.”

“Put her down!” June’s mother demanded.

I moved June body slightly downward toward my penis. I felt June react as the movement was very obvious where she was headed.

“NO! NO!” Mrs. Rodgers cried.

“You have two choices. I drop June, and then I marry her, because she wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. I will find a justice of the peace to make us legal, as she’s of the age of consent, and I already have consent from my parents. Second choice, you accept that she is here of her own free will, and leave us alone.”

“You’re joking!”

Once again, I lowered June slightly.

“NO! Wait!”

Mrs. Rodgers looked in my eyes and saw nothing but cold, hard determination.

“I’m getting tired, Mrs. Rodgers.”

Slowly, Mrs. Rodgers got up. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes, but I think she realized that she hadn’t been nice with me, so I had no incentive to be nice to her.

“Will you let her down?” June’s mother asked.

“Down or off?” I asked.

“Off, dammit!”

“Will you admit that she is here of her own free will, and that you don’t have anything to justify a charge of rape?”

“Yes, dammit!”

I turned to June. “Please go to the kitchen.”

June’s mother watched her nude daughter walk past her into the kitchen.

The two of us stared each other down for a few silent minutes without saying a word.

“What kind of monster are you?” June’s mother finally asked.

“I’m not a monster. I’m a guy in love with your daughter,” I said. “She’s six months shy of being an adult, and she’d rather love her mother than resent her mother for the rest of her life.”

I turned to where June was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “Is what I just said true?”

“Yes, Master,” June answered, nodding.

Mrs. Rodgers seemed quite mystified. “Who are you?”

“Jim Crittenhouse. I’m a good friend of your daughter’s and Archy Jonas.”

“Archy would never...”

“Never what?” Archy said, standing quietly in the doorway where he was for the last fifteen minutes.

“Archy! How could you...”

“Jim told you, he’s my friend, and he’s June’s. I can tell you truthfully that he loves June very much and June loves him as well. Isn’t that what matters?”

“But...”

“But nothing,” Archy said, interrupting June’s mother. “If you forbid June from seeing him, then you’re also forbidding her from seeing me. I know June, and she’s a very determined girl. She’ll obey you until the day of her eighteenth birthday, at which time she’ll move away from you. Is that what you want?”

June’s mother stared at Archy, and then moved her attention to me. As Archy said his lines, I had zipped up my pants. Once again, there was silence for a few minutes.

“June?” Mrs. Rodgers called out.

June looked at me, and I nodded slightly.

June answered, “Yes, mom?”

“Is what Archy and Jim say true? If I forbid you, you’ll just wait until you’re eighteen?”

“Yes, mom.”

I saw defeat in the woman’s eyes.

“Archy?” I said.

“Yeah, Jim?”

“I’m sorry you had to be a part of this. Can you come back later?”

“Yeah, Jim.”

“Thanks.”

The linebacker exited the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

I stood up and straightened my pants. “May I show you something, Mrs. Rodgers?”

Completely cowed, June’s mother didn’t protest. I went toward the wall in the living room. “June’s never seen this,” I said, pointing to two hooks in the floor about three and a half feet apart.

“What are they?” June’s mother asked.

“You’ll need to purchase two pairs of handcuffs. The idea is that you strip completely naked, and then you cuff your right wrist to your right leg. Then you slip the chain over this hook and press this little button.” I pressed the button, and the hook snapped closed. “You do the same with the left wrist and your left ankle and this hook.”

“Huh?”

“That will leave your legs spread and your ass in the air. I’ll have somebody rub KY jelly into your ass. Then, a black hood will be placed over your face. After that, you’ll have to wait. You will know you are naked and exposed, and you won’t know who will see you in this position. The wait will seem endless. All of a sudden, you will feel hands on your waist... and then...”

Mrs. Rodgers shuddered as my words hammered home.

“It’s your choice,” I explained. “I’m not forcing you to come over. Your daughter made her own decision to come here. It’s not just about sex, by the way. I do love your daughter.”

“I’ll do no such thing!” Mrs. Rodgers hissed.

“Perhaps,” I said, shrugging. “I would be willing to bet you a hundred dollars that your pussy is wet and you’re flowing like a faucet—and I haven’t even touched you! You are not only considering it, you are trying to figure where you can get two pairs of handcuffs.”

“No!” June’s mother denied it, mostly to herself.

“When was the last time somebody other than you stroked your sopping cunt to a delicious orgasm?” I asked.

“No!” Mrs. Rodgers’ voice was getting weaker.

“Of course, if your timing is wrong, like, say, if June has already giving me one of her mind blowing orgasms, then I’d have to have somebody—say, Archy, or maybe Camille with a strap-on—take my place. You won’t mind, though. You’ll have that hood on your face and you can fantasize that it’s somebody else... like me.”

“No!” I didn’t hear any conviction in her voice.

“You can leave, now.”

“Please!”

I didn’t answer her at all.

Mrs. Rodgers looked at me for nearly five minutes before she realized that she was dismissed.

After she silently left the apartment, I shut the door behind her.

“Wally, tell me when Mrs. Rodgers’ car leaves the security gate.”

“Will do, sir.”

June ran over to my arms. “I never thought in a million years that my mom would agree to it.”

“She probably won’t. But she’ll masturbate a lot to the idea that the possibility is always there.”

“Where are those hooks?” June demanded.

I showed June. I also showed a similar pair on the ceiling above her. “Kristen used to have a linen mural stretched here. She took it down to get it cleaned.”

“It’s a setup?” June laughed hysterically.

I shrugged. “You know your mother better than me.”

June shook her head. “You seemed to know her perfectly tonight.”

“The car has departed, sir,” Wally said.

“Thank you, Wally!”

I turned to June and said, “I would never have taken you that way.”

June nodded. “I know.”

“I felt you shiver when I was holding you.”

“Part of me was hoping that you’d do it, Oogie.”

I was appalled. “Why?”

“I told you at the villa,” June answered. “I want you to be my first. I want you to teach me everything about fucking, just as you are teaching me everything about being with another person. I want you to teach me to be the perfect lover for Archy.”

I stared at June for a few minutes. “I’ll teach you,” I said, finally.

There was a look of disbelief in June’s eyes as I said that.

I added, “I won’t take your virginity, but if you want, I will show you, along with Kristen and Lynette, everything that you need to know.”

June looked disappointed. I did know that what Archy told me at the villa was correct. June was going to be hard to please after a while.

“I love you,” June said.

“I love you, you little scamp!” I said, trying to break the serious mood.

June kissed me lovingly and for a few minutes. When we parted, I asked, “Did you really leave your clothes with Archy?”

“Kristen said I could wear anything of hers that fits.”

I looked at June and decided that I liked her this way. “Let me go to the bathroom, June. Can you call Vaughn’s and tell Kristen and everybody that the coast is clear? The number is on the pad next to the phone.”

“Sure thing.”

Before I left, I asked, “By the way, June. How good are you on the pool table?”

“Huh?”

I smiled to myself and entered the bathroom.

I was licking between June’s legs. June was lying on top of the pool table, her legs spread as wide as she could.

I heard the door open behind me. Kristen said, “There you are!”

I pulled my head up for a bit and said, “Hey, Kris!”

“Hello, June!” Kristen called.

June lifted her head a bit. “Hi, Kris!”

I turned to my true love and pointed to June, who was writhing on top of the table. “June’s pretty good on the pool table.”

“Archy will be here in five minutes. I think he wanted me to give you guys notice.”

“That’s all right,” June said, sitting up. “I just received three mind blowing orgasms. That’s four since I got here!”

Kristen looked at me and mouthed, “Only four?”

I shrugged. June and I preferred slow and steady; Kristen preferred machine-gun multiple ones.

“June, I have a surprise for you!” I said, as I pulled June off the table and carried her in my arms.

June squealed in delight as she saw our new communal shower stall. She made it to five before Kristen and I had her properly cleaned off and dried.