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Compulsions Ch. 01

By: nightscribe



-1-

MONDAY

Tendrils of pleasure pulled and tugged at Mike Connors, wrenching him from the deep, restful sleep that had seemed to last forever. Wet warmth seemed to caress him and envelop him, smothering out all thoughts but the pleasure, the unending, undying and undeniable pleasure...

Mike's eyes opened to see the glorious sight of red lips on his erect cock and a raven-haired head bobbing up and down. Consciousness had not yet fully returned and his hands drifted, instinctually, down to caress the feminine head at his mid-section. It seemed that the lightest touch caused the raven-haired beauty to push harder and take him deeper into her throat.

The beauteous brunette held him there at the limit, her lips, tongue and throat muscles working around his cock, squeezing and caressing, trying to draw the come out of him. At last, she pulled away, gasping for breath, and turned her head up toward him.

"Good morning, baby. I know that's how you like it in the morning."

Mike stared in disbelief at his mother's beautiful, glistening face. He leapt from his bed like a scalded cat. His back hit the wall of his room and he stood there, the shock washing over him.

"Michael, don't push me away," his mother, Jennifer, cooed to him. She rose from his bed like a goddess and took a step towards him.

"Stop!" he commanded. Obediently, she complied.

"Don't you want me, Michael? After your father died, I needed someone to help me, to care for me. I thought it was you. I thought that you loved me. Was I mistaken?"

His mother seemed close to tears. His heart went out to her. She had taken his father's death hard, too hard.

"I do love you, mother. But, could you just leave for a moment, please?"

Obediently, again, she withdrew.

How could this happen, he wondered? It had never come on like this before, not while he was asleep. The Compulsion didn't work unless he concentrated on it. But this time, he had done it in his sleep. And to his own mother. He didn't know what to think about that.

Michael Connors was a high school senior: dark-haired, blue-eyed and in good physical condition. He was tall at six-foot-three, and muscular. He was pretty much normal in every way, except for one.

Mike could control minds. He called it the Compulsion. It had started about a year ago. He didn't know why or how he could do it. The origin of the power was a mystery to him. It wasn't very powerful and it didn't always work perfectly, but sometimes other people would follow his orders and even his unspoken desires. When it worked, the Compulsion allowed him to control other peoples' behavior, distort their memories and alter their emotions, perceptions and thinking, but all in minor ways.

Until now, that is.

Mike realized that he was late for school and quickly dressed.

Leaving his room, Mike heard the shower running and wondered if Jennifer was okay. He pushed the door open and entered. Mike stared at the form of his mother slowly moving behind the glass, in the shower.

With long black hair and blue eyes, Jennifer Connors strongly resembled her son, albeit a very feminine version of him. She was 42 years old, but looked perhaps ten years younger, with a beautiful, nearly ageless face. She sported high cheekbones and creamy, flawless skin. Her breasts were a D-cup, Mike knew, but seemed even larger on her slender frame. In height, she was a dreamy five-foot-ten.

A few seconds passed. Mike was enraptured by the sight of his mother. She never failed to arouse him. Only this time, she was nude and only a few feet away. Not counting the scene a couple of minutes ago, he had never seen her naked. To be honest, he didn't remember much about those few seconds.

Jennifer opened her eyes, saw him through the glass and yelped. "Michael, what the hell are you doing in here?"

Mike hastily withdrew from the bathroom. "Sorry mom. I have to hurry to get to school. See you, tonight."

Mike grabbed his pack and ran out the door before she could say more.

Mike should have been embarrassed, but he was relieved. She was back to normal. He had been half-afraid that she would stay like that, his mind-slave, forever. Or that she would have remembered what had happened.

-2-

Mike left the house and saw that Jim's car was waiting to pick him up. Mike jumped in and it took off.

James O'Neil had been friends with Mike for years and was a senior at his high school, as well. He was brown-haired, dark-eyed, as tall as Mike, but not so big, nor as strong in the chest or shoulders. He was attractive and seemed to get more attention from the girls then Mike did.

"How was your weekend, man?" Jim asked.

"Okay, I guess," Mike answered, thinking of the incident with his mother. She had been unbelievable, actually, but she had left Mike a bit confused as to his feelings or about what to do about his problem.

"My sister came home from college," Jim said.

"For the weekend?"

"For good."

Mike shook his head. "What did your mother say?"

"What do you think? First my father leaves her and then my sister ditches college. She's a wreck."

Mike thought about Claire O'Neil, Jim's mother. She was a pretty woman, his mother's age, and she had always been nice to him. But she had always had problems with Ashley, Jim's sister. Maybe he would stop by and talk to her, to see if she needed anything. He had known Claire most of his life and had always liked her.

"Something is going on with Ashley," Jim said. "But I can't figure out what. My mom doesn't know what to do. I wish that I could help her, but she doesn't trust me at all."

They didn't speak for the rest of the drive. Jim pulled into the high school and parked.

"We're late again," Jim said.

"Translate: screwed," Mike replied.

Jim knew a door that was usually still unlocked at this time and together, they took off around back and tried to sneak in. It worked and they were inside.

"Coast is clear," Jim said after peeking around a hallway corner. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Right," Mike said, as they split off to go to their respective classrooms. "See you, then."

As luck (or unluck?) would have it, he almost immediately ran into Mrs. Adams, his history teacher.

Catherine Adams was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Her clothes were a bit plain and her blonde hair was always worn up, but the slenderness of her face and figure, and the eyeglasses that she wore, only served to entice the male students more. 

Besides, as every guy knew, brainy was sexy.

"Mr. Connors?"

"Mrs. Adams," he responded.

"How many times does this make in the past week?" she asked.

"I'm sure I don't know, Mrs. Adams."

She stood with her arms crossed under her breasts, her lovely green eyes peering over those sexy glasses. Mike briefly considered using the Compulsion on her, but after a second, he put the thought from his mind. She waited, still looking at him, as if expecting him to answer. For a split second, he imagined those green eyes peering at him over those glasses, while sucking on his stiff cock.

Catherine's hand immediately reached out to touch him. Long fingers trailed down his chest to alight on the bulge of his crotch.

"You look wonderful today, Michael. Have you been working out? Your chest seems larger, somehow." It wasn't his chest she was feeling.

The Compulsion. Shit. He could get in serious trouble this way.

"Perhaps you and I could get better acquainted," she said, smiling. Her lips pursed and she tried to kiss him.

"But, but... Mrs. Adams, aren't you married?" Mike desperately looked around to make sure no one was coming. If someone saw him, he would be so screwed. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the attention, but it was a little too public for his comfort.

"My husband doesn't appreciate me. He barely knows that I exist, Michael. He works all day to buy me things, when all I really want is his attention. You know how to show attention to a woman, don't you, Michael?"

"I, ah, have to get to first period, Mrs. Adams. I'm sorry." He took her hand in his and moved it away from his jeans.

"Catherine," she corrected.

"Right, Catherine," he said as he quickly turned away. Desperately, Mike tried to blank his mind. He had to stop her from following the wild images he was broadcasting into her mind's eye. He started to walk away.

"Stop," she said, suddenly. "You're going to have to go the office and speak with Miss Walsh."

Mike blinked and turned back. Mrs. Adams was back to her normal self. It had worked. Something like that had never worked, before. Maybe he was gaining a new level of control over his abilities. Usually, a Compulsion could not be changed once planted in someone's mind.

"Well?" she said, expectantly.

"On my way, Catherine." And he took off towards the office, leaving her with her mouth hanging open.

-3-

Mike entered the principal's office and passed the secretary's desk.

"Smile," the secretary, Cameron Cox, said and took a picture of him with a small, digital camera that she always kept nearby. She waved him past. She knew why he was here.

As Mike approached Miss Walsh's office, he could hear what sounded like voices, angry voices.

Just then, Samantha Collins exited the room. She was moving fast and Mike couldn't step aside quickly enough. She crashed into him, not hard, but hard enough to give him a good feel of the firm, athletic, 34-C breasts of hers. Her strong, almost masculine, features filled his vision and her angry dark eyes stared into his, as if ordering him aside. Or, maybe, she was daring him to touch her again.

"Excuse me," the blonde-haired gym teacher snapped. With a fling of her short hair, she stepped to his side and was gone.

"A problem, Mr. Connors?" a sultry voice asked.

Mike looked up and saw Principal Robin Walsh glaring at him with her stunning dark eyes.

"No problem, Miss Walsh," Mike said, automatically.

"Inside," she ordered.

Robin Walsh was very tall, only a couple inches shy of six feet, with emotional dark eyes and fabulous jet-black hair that reminded Mike of his mother. She wore a dark jacket and skirt, a red blouse, and high heels that made her taller than nearly every student in school, including many of the guys. Her face was beautiful and mature.

Though she didn't seem or even look aged, by any means, she definitely exuded maturity. Sometimes, she seemed even more mature then Jennifer, Mike's mother, but was actually a couple of years younger, he thought.

Mike stepped inside and sat in one of the chairs.

Robin closed the door and sat, her firm breasts giving an almost imperceptible jump. Her dark hair settled across her shoulders. "You're late, again."

"Sorry, Miss Walsh."

"Honestly, Mike, I don't know what to do with you."

"What was wrong with Coach Sam?"

"That's her business, not yours."

Mike looked across the desk and made eye contact. Almost unbidden, the Compulsion reached out and took hold of her. "Tell me," he said, firmly.

Oops. He did it again.

"She... was... upset with me," Robin said, hesitantly. "It was my fault. I wasn't paying enough attention to her and she though that I was... attracted to... another man. I suppose that it's probably over between us, now. I should have done something. I should have said something."

Mike blinked at what she had said. Hello! "Miss Walsh... Robin... are you and Sam having an affair? Are you a lesbian?"

"Yes. And, no, not exactly," she told him. "I do like men."

Wow. That was unexpected. Mike's face held a devious look.

"Are you sure you like men, Miss Walsh? I mean, how do you know? I've never seen you with anyone or seen you show any attraction to anyone in particular." He paused. "Maybe you should prove it to me."

He had her snared, now. He could feel it. He could feel her, in his mind. Damn, he shouldn't have done that.

Deftly, Robin stood and walked around the desk to stand before him. Her hands went to hem of her skirt and she lifted it up to her waist. Underneath, she wore a lacy black pair of panties.

"Touch me, please, Michael," she practically begged.

"Ah, what the hell?" Mike thought. "Why am I fighting it? I might as well live a little." He complied with her request, his fingers coming into contact with the filmy material and feeling the heat beneath.

"Take them off," he ordered. "Give them to me."

She slid the panties off her long legs and dropped them in his lap. Mike picked them up and inhaled, savoring the smell of her. Putting them in his pocket, he unzipped his pants and set his bulging cock free. Eight inches of cock stuck straight up.

Robin's hand made contact with his penis. Her fingers locked around his manhood, firm and strong. Stronger than he expected.

"You're a strong woman, Miss Walsh."

"You like that?" she cooed. "A woman who works out?"

Mike nodded.

"Show me your breasts, Miss Walsh," he ordered. "Now." In seconds, she was out of her jacket and blouse and her sumptuous orbs hung free. "You're not wearing a bra, Miss Walsh," Mike pointed out.

"I never do," she said. "It's too confining for my comfort."

Mike grabbed at her and she returned her hand to his cock. For a few moments, they were face to face, him sitting and her bending over towards him, his hands caressing her, her jacking his cock, softly.

"Kneel."

She dropped to her knees, without hesitation.

"Jack me off onto your mature fucking face, Robin."

She jacked him, hard, pounding her hand up and down his meat.

"Grab your breast," Mike said. "Put your finger in your mouth."

Mike watched the lovely lady follow his instructions. He couldn't believe his eyes. His beautiful principal was jacking his cock off in her office, with who knew how many people just outside. This was great.

Almost as cool as his mother blowing him this morning. Mike winced. He couldn't believe he had thought that. Still, it made him think of something wild.

"Fucking blow me, Miss Walsh," he ordered, hopefully.

Eagerly, Robin put her mouth on his cock and slurped him inside. He felt his cock thrust down her throat and she gagged. She pulled back for a moment and then thrust herself forward again, taking him down. Another gag, another thrust. Again and again.

Michael was in heaven. Every nerve in his body was tingling. He found that he couldn't ignore the sensation in his groin.

"I'm coming! I'm coming, Miss Walsh! Jack me, now!"

She jacked him, furiously, for a few more strokes, until his come came surging forth to splash on her mature face. Once, twice, three times he spurted, coating her face with dripping jizz.

"Oh, Oh. Ooooh god, Robin!"

She deposited the last few spurts on her lips and kissed and licked them.

"That's right. Lick it off, Robin."

She complied, her eyes holding his the whole time. "Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Connors?"

"Actually, yes. I want you to make up with Samantha. And I want you to bring Sam to the guy's locker room, today at lunchtime."

"Anything for you," she cooed.

Mike pulled his pants up. "And I need an excuse for missing class."

-4-

When Michael entered his psychology class, it was already almost over. His teacher, Elizabeth Mahoney, watched him as he walked in.

Mike quickly took a seat next to a redhead named Abigail Prescott. She was friends with him. At least, he hoped she was. He actually had a bit of a crush on her. Abigail smiled at him. Her deep blue eyes were set in a pretty face. They seemed to hypnotize him.

Liz spoke without missing a beat. "Now, can anyone tell me what a neurosis it."

Abigail quickly answered: "A psychological state characterized by excessive anxiety or insecurity without evidence of neurologic or other organic disease, sometimes accompanied by defensive or immature behaviors."

It was probably a near-textbook definition. Abby had mentioned to Mike once that she had an eidetic memory. "See it, remember it," Mike had heard her say.

"Right," Miss Mahoney said. "The exact cause of neuroses are unknown. What is known is that they compel the sufferer to take actions based upon false reasoning. Can anyone give me an example of a neurosis?"

Miss Mahoney looked at Mike, intently.

"Great," he thought.

"Mr. Connors?"

Mike met the brunette's eyes. "Sorry. You got me."

Liz Mahoney's chocolate-colored brown eyes narrowed as she studied him. Mike studied her right back. She was in her mid-thirties, modest in height, with long brown hair and a pair of full, red lips that Mike thought were perfectly made for kissing. Her face was almost a bit plain, but the body it was attached to more than made up for any perceived imperfections.

"Anyone have an example?"

"Love."

The answer brought a round of laughter from the class. Everyone but Abigail, who scoffed openly and rolled her eyes.

Mike turned to stare at the girl who had answered.

Julie Winters was a slender girl with long black hair and enchanting dark eyes. Enchanting, but cold. Her father owned the biggest bank in town and her mother was a well-known beauty and a stuck-up socialite. Julie was on the short side, at five-foot-two, but her face could have graced the cover of any teen's or woman's magazine. It was cold, too.

"Love is nothing more than an obsessive-compulsive behavior that we all engage in," Julie continued. "We claim not to know why we do it, why we submit to another's demands and desires, why we humiliate ourselves for another's benefit. So we say that it is love and we give it some cosmic significance. In reality, it's a mental illness."

"Well, that's one way to see it," Liz said, taken aback.

Abigail jumped in, quickly. "Miss Mahoney, surely you understand that love is inherently important. It's not some sort of delusion. True love is something that humanity has aspired to attain for its entire history. Poetry, literature and historical events are replete with the effects of love. It's as much a part of the human condition as eating and breathing are. I refuse to believe that all of us are suffering from an inexplicable mass insanity."

Liz opened her mouth to speak.

Julie answered first, retorting: "Love, lust or romance. It all comes down to screwed-up thoughts in our brains. There's no great mystique, Abby. You have to control your emotions, or you can forget about landing a rich man. But then, on second thought, never mind. You'll never find one, anyway."

Abigail stared at her.

Just then, the buzzer buzzed the end of period.

Liz spoke up, quickly. "Read chapter twelve for tomorrow, everyone. Mr. Connors, stay for a moment."

Mike sighed as he looked at Abigail. He gave her a quick smile and spoke. "Don't mind her, Abby. Julie's just kind of a bitch."

Abby smiled at him. The enchanting smile lit up her face. It was definitely the most attractive part of her, and the rest certainly wasn't bad.

"Thanks, Mike. I'll see you next period." She watched him as she left the room.

Mike stepped up to Miss Mahoney. "I have an excuse."

"Mike, I'm worried about you. You're always late, you don't do your homework and you don't study very hard. Is there something going on with you? Something I can help you with?"

A thought suddenly occurred to Mike. "What do you know about compulsions, Miss Mahoney?"

"A little bit. Are you saying you have a psychological problem?"

"Think of this as a hypothetical question, Miss Mahoney. Is it possible for someone to affect another person's actions and thoughts?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." She crossed her arms over her ample bosom.

"I mean is it possible for a person to influence another, causing him or her to do what that person wants them to do?"

"Of course, we do it every day," Liz said.

"I'm talking about actual physical control," Mike said.

"Mind control? Without threats or coercion? I'd say that's not possible. Are you in some kind of trouble, Mike?"


Compulsions Ch. 01



"No. Just a question."

"Well, I could look into it for you." She smiled, deeply.

Mike stared at her for a second. He had always wondered if there was something between them. She seemed ever-ready to help him.

"Would you, Miss Mahoney? That would be great."

"Sure," the brunette teacher said. "I'd be happy to, for you... Now, you'd better hurry to your next class, Mike. And, Mike... I want you to feel free to come and talk to me about any problems you might have."

Mike nodded, smiled at her and left.

-5-

As Mike made his way to his next class, he couldn't help thinking about Abby Prescott. Her hair, her eyes, her smell were all so exciting.

"Maybe I should ask her out?" Mike thought. "Yeah, right! Who am I kidding? Why would a babe like Abby Prescott want a loser like me? Well, there's always the Compulsion. Nah, I can't do that to her, can I?"

Mike turned the corner and spotted Julie Winters and three of her friends. They were standing and talking outside the girl's restroom.

"Hey, Mike," Julie said. "What's up with your 'girlfriend'? Why is she such a stupid bitch?"

"That's funny," Mike replied, angrily. "I was just wondering the same thing about you."

"Fuck you, you bastard," she said, on reflex.

Mike stopped, cold. He felt an icy rage rising inside him and his blood seemed to boil as he glared at her.

"You fucking cunt," he spat back.

"Hey, asshole," one of Julie's girlfriends protested.

Mike rounded on the three girls. "Go the fuck away!" His glare took in the three of them. At once, the three girls seemed to go white. Without a word, they turned and scurried off down the hall.

Julie Winters stood there, her mouth agape.

"What the hell is your fucking problem?" she demanded.

Something inside Michael just snapped. Grabbing Julie by the arm, he pushed her into the restroom.

"You're such a cunt. Abby is worth ten of you."

"Get your hands off of me! I can break you. Do you know who my father is? If you don't let me go, I'll have you arrested."

"That's it! Get down on your fucking knees, bitch," he ordered, drawing upon the power of the Compulsion. There was an abrupt change in her demeanor. Her response was instantaneous. She practically fell to her bare knees on the cold, hard tiles. Mike nodded and unzipped his pants.

"I want you to prove that you are a tenth of the woman Abby is, before I let you up, you fucking whore."

"Yes, I will, Michael. I swear. What do you want me to do?"

Her eyes stared at him with liquid adoration. He looked at her, surprise showing through his anger. No one had ever succumbed so quickly or so eagerly to the Compulsion, before. This morning with his mother was an anomaly. And Principal Walsh, though enthusiastic, wasn't like this.

"Some tongue action, for starters."

Julie's willing face moved to Michael's cock and her tongue darted out to take her first, luxurious, lick. Her wet tongue massaged and moistened his stiff rod, sending erotic shivers up Michael's spine.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a female student came in. She stopped dead, staring at Mike and Julie until her eyeballs looked like they would explode.

"You mind?" Mike asked.

Julie looked up at the girl. "Hi, Amber!" she said, brightly. Amber Fox pulled her eyes away, turned and quickly left.

"It's too bad that everyone can't see her like this," he thought. "It might take her down a notch or three." Impulsively, Mike snatched up Julie's purse and opened it. There it was. Her Blackberry. Mike turned it on, activated the video and pointed it at Julie.

"Picture-fucking-perfect," he thought, as he started recording.

"Lips next. Start sucking, you fucking cunt," Mike ordered.

Julie ran her lips over Mike's cock, staring into his eyes and smiling into the video. Her lips sucked on the head of his penis, her tongue swirled around his shaft. She kissed the head and continued sucking, slowly working her way down. When half of him was in her mouth, Mike felt the head pressing firmly against the back of her throat.

"I've got four more inches, bitch. Get 'em in there."

She smiled and thrust her head down, taking him deep in her throat. Mike expected her to gag, but she didn't. And, from the technique she was using, she obviously had a lot of experience at this. She pulled back and flicked her tongue across the head, driving Mike wild with desire.

"Where did you learn that, Miss Winters?"

"My daddy."

"Your father!" Mike was floored. Though, in hindsight, he probably shouldn't have been. If he had a daughter like her, he'd sleep in her room every night.

She nodded. "Uh, huh. Daddy taught me fellatio."

Still filming, Mike caressed her long black tresses with his left hand. "Well, show me everything you learned."

Julie smiled at him and attacked his cock with gusto. Her lips enveloped his head and she pushed down to the base of his cock, taking him all the way into her throat, grinding her head upon him and twisting from side to side. Her actions sent shivers of pleasure through Michael's groin. Holding him there for several seconds, she finally pulled away with a gasp of breath. Catching her breath, she kissed Mike's cockhead, rubbed her lips down the side of his cock and kissed at his large balls. Taking them into her mouth, she sucked softly on the beautiful orbs, wetting them with her saliva. Rubbing his balls on her face, she stared over his cock with dark eyes, her face wet and glistening. Rubbing her face on his balls and thick shaft, she spoke, sexily.

"Oh, god, I worship your fucking balls on my face, your cock thrusting into my mouth and down my fucking throat! I love it when you fuck my face and violate me, completely! Do it again, baby! Fuck me and violate my teenage fucking throat!"

Julie's lips attacked Mike's cock as he grabbed her head and thrust his cock down her throat. She gagged loudly and he pulled back. Then he thrust forward again, ramming his cock in and out of her throat at rapid speed, slamming her teenage head down on his engorged cock. In and out, he fucked her mouth, causing spit to drool from her lips and wet her shirt and chest. Thrusting down her throat, he held her there, gagging and coughing, until she tried to pull away. Releasing her, Mike watched her pull her lips and mouth and throat from his cock in an explosion of drool and heavy breathing.

Still filming, Mike barely managed to retain his grip on Julie's Blackberry.

"I want you out of those clothes, baby. I want you to fuck me. Now, strip!" Mike backed up into one of the bathroom stalls and sat, filming her as she wiggled out of her short skirt and panties.

"You like?" she asked and flipped the panties at him. She modeled, girlishly, for a few seconds in her jeans jacket and spit covered t-shirt, naked below the waist, her young legs gleaming, while he filmed her.

"Get over here. Get on my cock."

She walked into the stall and mounted him, taking him inside her pussy, with a sharp intake of breath.

"Now, ride me, Julie," he told her.

"Oh god, yes, baby," she said and started pounding up and down on top of him, riding him like an aggressive cowgirl. Holding onto the bathroom's TP dispenser beside her, she used it as leverage to thrust her youthful pussy down onto his thick, eager cock. Screaming, she bounced up and down on him, her perky C-cup breasts shaking.

"Come on... come on... baby, fuck me in my youthful pussy... fuck me into my belly... come inside me, baby... give it to me, inside, baby... deep... fuck me and come inside my fucking pussy and into my fucking belly and make me fucking pregnant, baby..."

"Oh, god, I'm coming, Julie, baby!"

"Oh, fuck me, come in me, comecomecomecome!"

Mike rammed his cock up inside the brunette for one last time, nearly breaking her grip and throwing her to the floor. Maintaining her tenuous grip, Julie screeched and they came together, Mike pumping rapid spurts of come into the dirty rich bitch's cunt.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh yessss," she hissed.

Mike's vision cleared and he saw the slender girl still mounted atop him. Somehow, even with all the thrashing about, he had kept filming.

"Did you like that, baby?" she cooed to him. "Did you like fucking me?"

She was such a pretty little doll. Mike grabbed her hand and pulled it from the dispenser. She reached out to touch him and he let her go. Julie fell to the restroom floor, cracking her head on the cold tiles.

"Not bad, you little whore," Mike said, harshly. "I expect that next time, you'll do much better."

She got to her knees and looked at the camera, a trickle of blood running down the side of her pretty face.

Mike turned off the video, stood up and fixed his clothes.

"From now on, Julie, I want you to be extra nice to Abby Prescott. And remember that all of this is our little secret, bitch."

"Yes, sir," she purred. "When will I see you again?"

Mike ignored her and hurried on to his class. As he did, he checked the contact list on Julie's email. There were a few names there, most notability the one that was labeled 'mom', that he thought would be interested a sexy little video.

-6-

The boys' locker room was usually quiet at lunchtime, but, as Jim walked towards it, he could hear voices coming from within.

"What are we doing here, man?"

"I got a surprise for you, buddy," Mike assured him.

"My birthday was two weeks ago," Jim muttered.

Mike smiled. He remembered taking Jim to that strip-club. They had a lot of fun there, but what he was planning next would blow that night out of the water. "Nah, this is an early present for next year," he said.

Mike stopped at the locker room door, cracked it and looked inside. He saw two figures inside, close together. Angling his view a bit, he could make out two women: Principal Robin Walsh and Coach Samantha Collins. They were embracing each other, lips pressed together and drinking each other's kisses. Miss Walsh, in fact, had her jacket and blouse unbuttoned, revealing her magnificent tits.

"Perfect," Mike thought. "And right on time."

"Jim!" Mike whispered. "Take a look at this!"

Jim ducked under Mike and pressed his face to the crack. And stared.

"Holy shit, that's hot," Jim said, after a moment. "Did you know about this? Is this what you wanted me to see, Mike?"

"Shut up and watch."

The two guys watched as Coach Collins, Sam, moved close to Robin, pressing her body and breasts into the taller woman's. Sam was about 30 years old, with thick hair, cut short and colored blonde, and dark eyes. She was about five-foot-six, with a tight, athletic body. Sam caressed and fondled the older woman, running her hands over Robin's bulging breasts.

Mike suddenly remembered Julie's Blackberry that he still had in his pocket and quickly retrieved it. He turned on the video and started filming.

Sam knelt before the principal and pressed her face to Robin's crotch, kissing and grinding her face into Robin's skirt. Sam's hands ran up Robin's legs, pushing the skirt up until it bunched around the dark-haired woman's waist. Sam smiled to find Robin's pussy shaved bare and absent of underwear.

Mike smiled, as well. The black lacy pair of panties she had worn this morning was bunched up in his jeans pocket.

Sam smiled up at the dark-haired principal and drew a long lick up her clitoris, leaving behind a glistening line of saliva. Robin shuttered as Sam pressed her tongue deeply into the wet folds of flesh. Sam shook her blonde head back and forth, driving her tongue ever deeper into the older woman. Robin moaned and grabbed at Sam's head, running her fingers through the soft blonde locks. Sam gave a sultry, slutty expression, her dark eyes flashing emotionally, and fucked her boss with rapidly flicking tongue motions.

Robin's breath came in heavy gasps and she arched her back, thrusting out her impressive chest and throwing her head back.

Pulling back, Sam licked and sucked at Robin's clit, driving the larger woman to a wild and shuddering orgasm. 

Robin cried out and pushed the blonde's head to her crotch, her juices splashing and foaming, running down the blonde's chin. Robin's head came back down, and she stared at the blonde with undisguised lust and gratitude.

"Bravo, Bravo!" Mike said, as he pushed the doors aside and entered the locker room, still filming the scene.

Jim entered with him and couldn't help but clap his hands, applauding the two older women's stellar performance.

"What the hell?" Samantha said, outraged. She still had Robin's cunt juice on her face and the video caught it, clearly, glistening on her lips. She started towards the two boys, hands clenched into fists.

Mike quickly turned the video off and tucked the Blackberry away, into his pocket.

"Give me that!" Sam demanded. She tried to grab it from his pocket.

Mike fended her off and grabbed both her forearms. She struggled with him, trying to pull away. He held her tightly.

"You know I'm stronger then you, Sam," Mike told her. "And, besides, I'd like to keep it. It might keep me warm on some cold night."

Sam struggled with him for a few more seconds. It was futile, she knew. She worked out every day and was the strongest woman in the building, but she had watched Mike when he visited the weight room three times a week and knew that he could lift twice what she could. Her struggles ceased, but she still looked into his eyes, darkly.

Her angry look was attractive and arousing and Mike leaned forward to speak into Sam's ear. "Do what I say and no one needs to know about what's happened here." Concentrating, he snared Sam with the Compulsion. "Right, Miss Walsh?" He could feel the control over Robin come more easily, this time.

Sam turned her head to Robin and the both of them nodded to each other, as if coming to a silent agreement. "What do you want us to do, Mike?" Robin asked.

"Lock the doors," Mike said. "Then remove your clothes and join us in the showers."

Mike stepped over and grabbed Jim, whose jaw was hanging down around his feet. Quickly, Mike pulled him away from the women.

"I'm as crazy as the next guy, but we are so dead," Jim said.

"Follow my lead and we'll have some great stories to tell at college, Jim. I'm serious. You want to do this, or not?"

"You must have some serious sway with those two. Hell yes, I'm in."

The two young guys quickly stripped and entered the showers. Mike went to two of the showers and turned the water on, hot and at full blast. Jim was standing, not knowing what to do when Robin and Sam entered. He stared, eyes popping, at their figures.

Samantha Collins was a slender, toned goddess, with strong arms and thighs, her muscles nearly rippling under her bronzed skin. Her breasts where taut across her chest, but she still managed to maintain some sort of voluptuousness.

Robin Walsh was in a league all her own. She towered over Sam, at five-foot-ten, and her breasts were nothing short of perfection, sitting high on her chest like two immense balloons. Thighs and hips and breasts, she was strong and trim, but all curves, the epitome of womanhood.

"So," Mike began, "do we share or do you want to choose one?"

Jim stood speechless, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Make your decision, Mr. O'Neil, we don't have all day," Principal Robin Walsh told him. "And I, for one, would like to get started. You look delicious."

Sam, standing beside her, gave a sharp laugh and smiled.

"Then I'd like to fuck you in this shower, Miss Walsh," Jim said. Grabbing her by the shoulder, Jim pulled her under the showerhead, wetting her voluptuous body. Robin might have been a large woman, but Jim was no slouch. He was a tall, young man and he worked out with Mike three times a week.

Impassioned, Jim thrust Robin's head beneath the spray of water, wetting down her full, dark hair. Fantasies were coming true and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.

"I guess I get you, Mr. Connors," Coach Sam said. She stepped in towards him and pressed her lips to his.

Mike's arms went around her back and he pulled her in to rub against his body. He kissed her, taking his pleasure from her wet lips. Pulling Sam under the second showerhead, he pressed lightly on her shoulders and she understood immediately what he wanted.

Sam dropped to her knees, her short blonde hair getting immediately wet from the steaming stream of nearly scalding hot water. Arching her back against the burning sensation, her mouth fell open in surprise and pain.

Aroused by Samantha's sensuality, Mike shoved his cock into her open mouth and thrust between her surprised lips.

Sam 'ooh'ed' and 'aah'ed' around Mike's rapidly inflating meat, struggling to acclimate to the burning hot water and her student's hard cock. She recovered and looked up at Mike, hot water running in rivulets down her face and shoulders and breasts.

Samantha's lips tightened on his cock and she started moving, fucking her face onto Mike's long, thick penis. Mike thrust himself into her warm, wet mouth, and bumped into the entrance of Sam's throat. Pulling out, Mike rubbed his cock over her wet face, feeling the hot water running down her strong features. Her dark eyes blinked at the liquid and Mike pushed her head back into the full stream, causing her to close her eyes fully. Mike continued to rub his cock over her, feeling her sensual face and the steaming hot water. Turning his head, Mike looked over at Jim and Robin.

Robin was a gleaming wet goddess and Jim had his cock inside her, now, one of her strong legs held in his left arm. His other hand was gripping her shoulder and he was fucking her pussy, wildly, while the water ran down between her beautiful mounds of tit-flesh. Ramming his cock into her, he was nearly lifting her off her foot with each thrusting impact.

Robin's hands clawed desperately at him for some sort of leverage. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wildly impassioned. She threw back her wet head and howled with pleasure.

Turning his attention to Sam, Mike thrust his cock back into her mouth and fucked her face, moving in and out rapidly. He could feel the heat of the shower water washing over his cock and see it cascading down her face. He ran his hands through her short wet blonde hair, took a good grip and thrust hard into Sam's face. He struck the entrance to her throat and she gagged, spitting saliva and water between her lips. Mike pulled back and Sam took a shuttering breath, inhaled some water and coughed violently. Mike held her head under the water with one hand and rubbed at her face with the other.

Seconds passed as Sam recovered. Michael felt her hot, sexy face all the while.

"God, Sam, you are so fucking hot. Are you ready to try, again?"

Sam nodded, eyes screwed shut.

Mike shoved his cock back into her mouth, pressing against her throat. He swore he was going get into her throat, even if it killed her.

"Open your throat to me, baby," Mike said, and forced his meat past the barrier to her throat. She gagged on him, feeling wonderful, and Mike pushed deeper, forcing her to repress the unpleasant feeling.

Desperately, Sam gripped Mike's leg and he pulled back, again. She suffered from a fit of violent coughing and retching. Mike pulled her out of the shower for a moment, allowing her to recover. "I want your fucking throat, Sam! Can you do it, baby?"

Sam's eyes opened and she focused on Michael's face. She nodded.

Mike thrust her back under the water and pushed his cock into her mouth. Pushing deep, he entered her throat for a second time. She gagged for a moment, but recovered. Mike pushed deeper, expecting her to explode in a fit, but she managed to handle it and he felt her lips press against his groin.

"She made it!" Mike thought, triumphantly. He realized that, while pleasure had driven him to make her struggle, he still felt pride at her ability to overcome adversity.




Compulsions Ch. 01



Holding her there, Mike congratulated her: "Good job, Coach! You did it!"

Mike pulled back from her and she opened her eyes, water cascading down her lashes as she looked up him, her face split in a beautiful smile. He wondered how he had ever thought that she was just a good-looking lesbian. There was a real woman in there.

Pulling her to her feet, Mike pressed her back to the tiled wall and knelt before her. He wanted her pussy in his mouth and he wanted to reward her. Pressing his mouth against her snatch, he licked at her clit and cunt. Sam's hands when to his head and she started making little soft yelps of pleasure.

"Damn, that's hot!" Jim exclaimed, as he and Robin watched Mike and Sam.

"Could you do that to me, young man?" Robin asked, hopefully.

"Hell yes!" Jim said and dropped to his knees, before her.

Together, Mike and Jim licked and sucked on the older women's pussies, pleasuring them intensely.

Robin and Sam looked at each other and Robin reached out. Sam took her hand and held it, tightly, as the two young men licked and slurped both of them to orgasm. Spasming, the two teachers squeezed each other's hand and came, violently, together.

Mike and Jim looked at each other and stood up.

"Now, let's fuck these bitches into the tiles," Mike said. Jim nodded and they both grabbed at the women.

Mike slammed his cock into Sam's foaming pussy, while Jim thrust forward and rammed his penis up Robin's wet snatch.

Holding Robin and Sam to the wall, Mike and Jim engaged in hard and desperate pussyfucking. Neither of them held back or paced themselves, now. It was an all-out sprint to the finish.

Jim beat Mike by a hair, orgasming first and sending his come spurting into Principal Robin Walsh's vibrating pussy, as she came for the third time. Barely a moment later, Mike cried out, wordlessly, and sent his come flying into Coach Samantha Collins' orgasming cunt.

Mike pulled himself from Sam's cunt and she collapsed exhausted into his muscular arms. Softly, he laid her on the tiled floor, the warm water washing over her from head to foot.

Jim did the same with Robin, and Sam quickly snuggled up to her.

He watched as the two women shared a soft and loving kiss. It was something that Mike and Jim had never seen before: two grown women that seemed, for all intents and purposes, to be in desperately in love with each other.

"So," Mike said. "Have you two made up with each other?"

Sam giggled and nodded.

"Thank you, Michael," Robin said. "I'll always be grateful for your advice. Without it, I never would have apologized and opened up to Sam."

Jim's face fell. "Does this mean that we won't be able to do this again?" he asked.

Sam stood up. She slid close to Jim and pressed her breasts against his chest. "I hope not," she said, in a sultry voice. "You still owe me a good time, Mr. O'Neil." Her hand caressed his crotch.

"I thought you were... you know... different?" Jim trailed off.

"Well... I think that, just maybe, Mike has opened my eyes to some new and exciting experiences," Sam said and winked at him.

Jim's cock was growing hard, again, under her touch. Mike quickly grabbed him by the shoulder. "We have to go, buddy," he said.

Pulled unwillingly from the shower room, Jim waived goodbye and received two waves in reply.

-7-

Mike and Jim didn't get home until late. After classes, they had played a few games of hoops, worked out in the weight room and talked to Coach Sam for a while. It was dark before Jim dropped Mike off at his house, with the parting words: "You and I are going to have to have a talk about some things, man."

"Great," Mike thought, as Jim drove off.

Still, that was the reason why he had shown Jim what he had. He wanted someone to know about himself and his abilities. And who better than his best friend?

Mike entered to a darkened house. "Mom?" he called, as he dropped his stuff and walked through the darkness. Some light was coming from the dining room, a faint illumination, but it was there. Mike entered and blinked in surprise.

Jennifer finished lighting the second candle on the table and blew the match out with a puff of air from her red lips.

Mike entered and looked at her. She was wearing a tight black dress with a short skirt, a low neckline and long sleeves. Black hose encased her long, athletic legs and her midnight-dark hair was tied back from her face and gathered into a long, sleek ponytail. She was wearing makeup, but so delicately applied that Mike had trouble detecting anything more than the hot red lipstick.

"Mom?" Mike said, cautiously.

Jennifer stared at the twin candles on the dinner table. It was set with a sumptuous meal for two, including a bottle of wine.

"You know what today is, don't you, Michael?" she finally spoke.

Oh, shit. The Compulsion. How had this happened? He had just walked in, for Christ's sake. What had he done to her and how?

"We were together for twenty years. Twenty-one, today." She turned and looked at him with glistening eyes. "Oh, god, I miss him so much, Michael..." Her voice cracked and she trailed off.

"Mom." Mike nearly lost his own composure. He moved to his mother and took her in his arms. He hugged her tightly to his chest and they rocked from side to side, together. They stayed that way for a long time, until Mike felt himself regain control.

Jennifer pulled back and looked at him. "You look so much like him," she said, tears flowing down her cheeks. She stopped and wiped at her face. "I wanted to say goodbye to him, tonight. I don't know if that makes any sense."

"Yes, it does, mom," Mike told her. "Really. I understand."

She smiled at him. "Thanks. And thank you for everything. Thank you for always being around, Mike."

"I always will be, mom," he assured her.

"You know, you can call me Jennifer, if you want. We don't have to use titles with each other, not anymore."

Mike smiled. "Wow, I don't know. Wouldn't that be strange?"

"You don't have too. I just thought if you wanted to... I mean, you're a man, now, and you can do what you want, uh... Would you like some dinner?"

"Sure," Mike said. "Especially if you're joining me... Jennifer..."

Jennifer nodded.

"You have to take a shower, though," Jennifer said. She tugged at his shirt, playfully. "And change your clothes." She laughed like a younger woman.

Mike quickly showered and changed. He was glad she... his mother... Jennifer... was okay, but he was surprised at the events that had been set into motion. How would this change their relationship? He didn't know, yet, but he was determined to do the best he could to make her happy.

Mike reentered the dining room feeling like a new man. Jennifer was sitting at the table, sipping from a glass of wine. Mike almost sat down beside her, like he used to, but the table was set for two on opposite sides. Mike took his father's former place. 

"Sorry, I couldn't wait," Jennifer apologized and gestured to the open wine bottle with her glass. She took the bottle and poured Michael a glass, something she had never done before.

Mike raised the wineglass and sipped it.

Jennifer smiled and bit at her lip as she watched him. She was studying him, Mike realized, sizing him up. Idly, he wondered how he compared to his father. Assuming that was the comparison, of course.

"Are you ready to eat?" Jennifer asked.

Mike nodded and Jennifer served him. It had been a long time since she had done that, not since he was a young kid, and then, she had done so with a motherly smile and a caress of his head or ruffling of his hair. This time it was something more, something completely different. She stood and moved about him as she filled his plate. And the way her hands moved, the way her eyes watched him. She brushed her body against his more than once, a forearm grazed his upper arm, a hip leaned against his side, her hand rested on his shoulder, as she poured him some more wine, filling his glass to the brim. The whole thing lasted no more than a minute. But like some complicated dance, Mike found that he couldn't remember the steps once the demonstration was over.

Jennifer sat and looked at him, again.

Mike dug into his food. She waited for a few seconds, then followed suit, but with significantly better table manners, Mike realized. She could have been at a White House State Dinner for the attention to etiquette that she displayed. Mike didn't know half the rules she followed.

Mike and Jennifer talked about old times, family members and friends. She told him stories from years ago, things about his father, or herself, that he had never known. There was a comfort level there that Mike had never felt from her before. Not that he and his mother were ever very formal with each other, but this was something more. Intimacy, Mike realized, was the only word to describe it.

Dinner was nearly over and Mike was full. The food had been magnificent and he told Jennifer so. She smiled and thanked him.

Jennifer placed something on the table, close to him.

"What's this?" Mike asked.

"Something I want you to have," Jennifer said.

Mike opened it and found it was a shiny, golden band. His father's wedding ring. "I can't accept this," he said, immediately. "I mean, I'm sure that you want to keep this with you, mom... Jennifer..."

"Put it on, Michael."

"Mom, I don't know if I should..." The look on her face changed his mind. He slid the ring onto his finger, marveling at the feeling it gave him.

"Jennifer, I think you should take this back..."

"No, Michael. After his death, I couldn't figure out what to do with it. I carried it around with me for over a month and each day was like losing him all over again. I put it on my dresser and every day I would see it and start to cry. I even tried putting it away. Out of sight, out of mind, I thought. But nothing worked." Jennifer stared at him, her blue eyes drilling into him.

"It was then that I realized what I had to do, Michael. I had to find a way to replace him, in my heart. I tried to find an interest in other things. They didn't hold my desires. I tried imagining that he was alive, somehow, and that he was going to return to me. It was a hollow fantasy with no fulfillment. And so, I came up with a plan. I would replace him, in fact."

Jennifer's eyes caught his, blue swirling within blue, and the light of two candles, two flames reflected in her eyes. Two points of light in a sea of blue, a spinning blue maelstrom of desire and love. Her eyes were a fantasy that caught Michael and held him close.

Michael felt himself falling, dragged helplessly into the storm.

"Love me," Jennifer commanded.

Michael stood, his chair thrown back.

Mike dragged her to her feet; her weight was nothing in his arms. His hands went to her ass, pulling her close, and he crushed her loose, braless breasts against his expansive chest. His mouth pressed against hers, drinking her intoxication from her open lips, the sweet feeling of what was her. THE FEELING OF HER was inside him, in his mind and his soul and his cock, inside him forever. He pulled at her, trying to drag her off to his bed.

"No! Here! I want you here, now, Michael!"

Michael swept his arm across the dining room table, snuffing out the candles and flinging them, the dishes and the food to the floor. He forced Jennifer down on the table, his hand between her breasts, holding her there. His hand closed on the neckline of her black dress and he pulled, tearing it down the front, revealing her glorious tits to his hungry eyes. Leaning forward, he thrust his face between Jennifer's mounds: licking, sucking, mauling her like a wild, impassioned animal; his hand was on her throat.

"Oh, god..." Jennifer said.

Michael tore her dress, again, revealing her pussy to his gaze. She was shaved clean and smooth. Kneeling before her, Michael pressed his face into her cunt, lapping at the juices that flowed from her like sweet nectar. He pressed his tongue into her, driving it in deep and savagely pleasured his sweet mother's pussy with his tongue and face.

"Oh, goooddd! Michael, I'm coming!" she screeched. And she came on his face, her juices flowing out of her, to coat him with her wild, feminine scent. She thrashed beneath his lips, bucking wildly, her hips thrusting into his face.

Standing, Michael pulled Jennifer to her feet. Their faces, their lips, met in savage passion, pressing against each other's. Jennifer tasted herself on her son's lips and in his mouth, and smiled at the eroticism. Michael thrust his tongue between her lips, feeling her tongue and mouth, feeling her respond to him.

His hands fondled her bare breasts, roughly squeezing them, and pinched her erect nipples. "Oh, god, I want you, mother."

Jennifer pulled back from him, chest heaving with passion as stared into her son's blue eyes. Grasping his shirt, she pulled it over his head. Her fingers ran down his chest and found his belt. Wrenching it open, she slid his pants down.

In seconds, he was nude before her.

"Take me, here, Michael. Like you want to, baby."

Mike turned her and bent her brutally over the table. He pulled the torn remnants of her dress off, to reveal her sexy back. His hands grasped her shoulders and he entered her from behind, thrusting his incestual cock into her dripping cunt. She was wet but incredibly tight around him. His long, thick cock filled her, completely and perfectly.

Jennifer cried out as her son began to fuck her. "Oh my god, baby... you were made for me... you fit so perfectly inside me... oh, fuck me, Michael... fuck me, baby... my lover, my son..."

Michael moved, fucking Jennifer with long deep thrusts designed for maximum penetration. His hands ran down her arms and grasped her wrists. Pulling, he wrenched her arms back, almost tearing them from their sockets.

"Get your head down, now, face on the fucking table, mother! Now!"

Jennifer did as he told her. The pain in her shoulders increased. With leverage, his thrusts became faster and more penetrating, impaling her deeper with each and every thrust. Screaming, Jennifer took everything he gave to her. "Oh... god... god... goooooddd, Michael... you're tearing me apart!" Jennifer screamed.

Mike twisted Jennifer's arms behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand and lessening the pain in her shoulders. With his other hand on her waist, Mike pounded into his mother deeper, thrusting ruthlessly inside her and holding his cock in deep. He grunted and ground his cock forcefully into her cunt. Then he resumed his fast fucking.

Jennifer cried out with pleasure.

Mike felt the come building in his balls. Grabbing Jennifer by the hair, he pulled her head back, hard. Thrusting forward, he lodged himself to the hilt in his mother's dripping pussy and came violently. "Oooooh, goooooddd, mother, I'm coming!" Michael screamed, wrenching on her hair, harder. Through his orgasm and his own sexual high, he could feel his mother buck and writhe on his cock, coming in time with him.

"Oh, yes, Michael, baby!" she screamed. "You are so fucking huge, spurting inside me, inside your mother's fucking cunt, yesss, baby, yessss, fuck me inside! Oooooh, my fucking, god!"

Michael's mature mother collapsed weakly on the dining room table, her breasts pressed against it, her breath coming in gasps. Michael pulled her by the shoulders, sliding her across the polished wood. He picked her up. Cradling her in his arms, he took her off to bed.

"My son..." she muttered, weakly. "My handsome son... my lover..." Jennifer looked into Michael's eyes as he took her to her room and laid her in her bed. Jennifer looked up at him and her eyes lit on the golden ring circling his finger. She pulled at him.

"Lay on top of me, Michael. Please. Make love to me, again. Do what you want with me, baby. I'm yours."

Mike rolled on top of his beautiful mother, his face going to hers, sharing kisses and drinking from her lips, passionately. He could feel her breasts crushed against his muscular chest, her softness beneath him, cushioning him.

"Love me... fuck me..." Jennifer said, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

Michael shifted his body and straddled her chest, thrusting his cock between her large breasts. Grabbing a tit in each hand, he fondled her, squeezing and kneading her breasts around his inflating dick. After a few moments, he started moving his cock between her tits, fucking her chest, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Oh, yes... fuck my fucking chest, baby... fuck mommy's tits..." Jennifer said.

Michael's tempo increased and soon he was fucking Jennifer's large mounds with wild abandon, squeezing them against his manhood and sliding between them. He fucked her hard and wild, crushing the breath from her lungs. Jennifer inhaled hard, sucking air in between her lips.

"Oh, god, yesss... Michael... take me, take what you want from me... whatever you desire, baby..." Jennifer babbled to him.

Shifting again, Mike straddled Jennifer's face. Slapping his cock against her lips, he rubbed himself over her beautiful, mature features. The head of his cock circled her nose, eyes and mouth. He pressed his dick between her hot, mature lips, penetrating the circle of her mouth. She sucked him as he thrust inside her mouth, wetting his cock with her saliva. Grabbing the headboard, Mike leaned forward, increasing the depth of his thrusts, pushing deeper into his mother's throat then anyone ever had.

Jennifer tried to cry out as her handsome son violated her throat, but only a gurgling sound, accompanied by a mouthful of spit, oozed between her lips and Mike's cock.

Pulling back, Mike allowed her a quick breath before thrusting back inside her mouth and throat and holding himself there.

"My god, he's down my entire throat!" Jennifer thought. "I can't breathe!"

Jennifer was hot and high on adrenalin, loving the feeling of her son's penetrating cock in her throat. She looked up at him, but saw only his chest and tight abs. Closing her eyes, Jennifer embraced the feel of him and held her breath. Seconds ticked away and she tried to hold off the desire for air, as her son held his cock down her throat.

Desperately, Jennifer put her hands on Michael's stomach and he pulled back, his cock popping from her mouth. She turned her head and spit out a mouthful of saliva. She sucked a few, quick breaths in.

"Again," Jennifer said, and her throat was quickly filed with Michael's meat.

Michael ground his cock in deep, growling as he felt the hot moistness of his mother's tense throat. Pulling back again, he allowed her a quick breath. Then he started moving quickly, throatfucking his hot mother with his young, incestual cock. Each time he bottomed out, it caused her to gag and gurgle. Releasing the bed, Mike grabbed his mother by the sides of her head. Staring into her eyes, he pulled her to him, leaned his cock into her face and skillfucked her, brutally. Thrusting in and out, Michael shoved his cock all the way down her tight and hot, mature and motherly throat.

"Oh, my god," Jennifer thought. "I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have Compelled him. It was a mistake. He's impossible to control." But she wanted him, more than anything in her entire life. And she didn't believe that Michael would ever harm her. 

Michael felt the come in his balls boil and, unable to hold back, loosed inside her bulging throat, sending boiling hot sperm directly into her stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt like he was coming forever.

Pulling out, Mike watched as Jennifer coughed and spat come and saliva all over his deflating cock. Gulping desperate breaths, she struggled to recover.

"Mother, I'm sorry," Mike began. "I don't know what came over me. Mom? Jennifer?"

Jennifer caught her breath and spoke. "No, no, baby. It's okay. I wanted this. I wanted you to do what you did. I needed you to do it. Now, lay down beside me. I want you to stay with me. Stay in my bed, with me, baby."



Compulsions Ch. 02



-8-

THURSDAY

Pulling himself through a haze of unconsciousness and a swirl of wild dreams, Michael Connors awoke. Sitting upright in bed, it took him a few seconds to figure out where he was. Suddenly, it all came flooding back to him.

He was in his mother's bedroom.

He remembered his mother, their dinner and the passionate sex that they had together. Days had passed since then, hadn't they? Days of intense lovemaking, if he remembered correctly. They were but a blur to him. She had done something to him, hadn't she? What had she done?

He tried to remember, but the memory kept slipping away.

"Sure, mom did something to me, alright!" Mike thought. "She sucked the come out of my balls!"

Mike saw something glint on the nightstand. It was his father's golden wedding ring. He picked it up. His mother had given it to him. He didn't understand quite why, but he would keep it, for her sake.

Standing, Mike walked to his room and put the ring in a safe place.

He heard the shower start. On impulse, Mike crossed to the bathroom and opened the door. He watched Jennifer moving behind the glass, as he had on Monday, when she had been his mother.

Now, she was just his.

Mike opened the shower door and entered. The steam and hot water hit him like an invigorating wave and he moved in behind his mother.

"Aaahhh," Jennifer said, as her ass and back came into contact with her son's groin. "Oooohhh!" she moaned, when he moved his hands around her shoulders and grabbed at her heavy breasts, squeezing them with strong hands.

She turned her head back to him. "Morning, baby..." she cooed, softly.

"Morning, mom," he replied.

"Jennifer," she corrected.

"Jennifer," he said, letting his voice caress his mother's name. When they were having sex, he usually called her 'mother', or thought of her that way. It made everything seem better, more risqué, but he decided that, at other times, he would try to call her Jennifer, because she asked.

"Want something before breakfast?" she asked.

"I've got your breakfast right here, Jennifer," he said, his hand massaging his cock to full attention. It was a lame line only a bastard would use and he knew it, but he had always wanted to say something dirty like that to a woman. The woman being his mother made the line seem all the dirtier.

And a little playful talk was fun, sometimes.

Jennifer cooed, "Oh, baby, you know what I like!"

Turning to face him, Jennifer dropped to her knees and took her son into her mouth and throat. She started sucking, immediately. The suction pulled him in. Mike threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt his mother's mouth and throat envelop his throbbing manhood in a warm, velvet embrace. Her muscles pulled her back, away from him. She alternated between muscle power and suction power, bobbing her lovely head on her son's throbbing hard cock.

Mike looked down at his lovely mother. The spray from the shower was hitting him in the chest. Stepping back, Mike grabbed Jennifer's shoulders and pulled her into the spray of water. Now, his back was against the tiles and the water was showering down on his mother's bobbing head. Much better.

Mike spent long minutes luxuriating in the hot, steamy blowjob. His mind went back to the day when he had throatfucked Coach Samantha under the shower, at school. This felt twice as good, for his mother was a woman, indeed, with twenty years of oral experience under her belt.

"This is great, Jennifer! And the shower makes it awesome! How many times have you done this with dad?"

She pulled back, releasing him from her mouth. Her face seemed to fall a bit and Mike regretted what he had said.

"I'm sorry, mom."

"No, really. Don't be sorry, Michael," she said, taking his cock in her hand, massaging him with her delicate fingers. She spoke up to him, head upturned, like a worshiper on her knees.

"I have to get used to your father being gone and to speaking about him. I want you to know all the things we've done together, your father and I. All the secret things you don't know..." She winked at him.

"Tell me something, then," Mike said. "Something you've never told anyone, before."

He enjoyed her on her knees, speaking to him. Her face looked so beautiful, so submissive from above.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Alright," his mother said. She shifted from kneading his cock to jacking it. Her face was close to him, her lips close to his cockhead. "Well, there was once when we fucked Aunt Caroline, together."

"Fuck!" Mike exclaimed. "Dad fucked his sister? That's pretty hot! When was this?"

"It was eight years ago," Jennifer said, "when we were all up at her cabin in Colorado, for the holidays. You had finally gone to bed and your father had gotten drunk, like he always does on Christmas Eve... or did. That's the only time he ever drank alcohol, you know. Just on Christmas."

Jennifer's hands continued to merrily jack away at his cock. "Anyway, I tucked you in, wished you a merry Christmas and stayed until you were fast asleep. You were so cute..." She rubbed her thumb around his cockhead, stimulating him.

"Am I cute, now?" Mike thought, laughing in his head, at the way she was acting.

"And when I came back down," Jennifer continued. "I caught your father kissing Caroline. Mauling was more like it. And her top was off." Jennifer took his cockhead into her mouth, for a moment, swirling her tongue around it and teasing it with her teeth.

"Fuck," Mike grunted, at the stimulation.

"Yeah, it was a surprise," his mother said, looking back up at him.

Mike blinked, trying to focus on her story. "What did you do, mom?" he asked, absently.

She jacked at his cock, again.

"I got down on my knees and sucked him off, like I'm doing to you." And, she sucked him, again, dragging her teeth on his cock.

"What... ah, fuck... what did Aunt Carol do?"

Smiling up at her son, Jennifer took her mouth from his cock and rubbed the monster on her chin. "She got down beside me and we took turns," she said.

Mike groaned. "Fuck, I wish I had that..."

Jennifer jacked him and rubbed him on her face. "You want your Aunt Carol, here, too?" she asked.

"Yes... What? No... I... Fuck... I can't think right now, mom!"

Laughing, his mother went back down on his cock, throating him.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come, mom!"

Pulling back, Jennifer locked her lips around her son's cock at the head.

Crying out, Mike shot off, his sweet come spraying and filling his mother's warm mouth. "Oh, god..." Mike said, holding his mother's head and locking eyes with her, his semen continuing to spray between her sexy, motherly lips.

"Oh, fuck... oh... mom... shit..." he said when he finally stopped coming.

"Stand up. Open your mouth, mom." She did as he said, showing him the come that coated the insides of her sensuous mouth. "Swallow it."

Jennifer swallowed once, then again, to get all of her son's sperm. Smiling, Jennifer scraped a small bit of Michael's come from the corner of her lips, shoved it into her mouth and then licked at her fingers.

"All gone, baby," she said.

"That was great, Jennifer. Wait a minute. You said that you and dad fucked Aunt Caroline, together."

She raised her eyebrows at him, in response.

"Sharing a blowjob isn't fucking, Jennifer. What else did you do?"

"I'll tell you all about it," Jennifer promised, "everything about me that you want to know. If you tell me something, baby."

"What do you want to know, mom?" Mike asked.

"I want to know about you, too. What you think and feel, Michael. Personal things. Everything. For example, is there anyone at school that you feel yourself attracted to? Any girls that I should want to meet?"

Mike looked down. "Well... there is this one girl. Abby Prescott. I like her a lot, but I haven't got the nerve to ask her out. I don't know what to say."

"Just say what you feel, Michael. It's hard to do, but it's the only thing that works. If she feels the same way, then you will know soon enough."

"What if she doesn't, mom? Then what?"

She reached out and touched her son's handsome face. "High school is ending for you, Michael. Spring break is almost here, already. You don't have much time to decide, before you, and she, go off to college. If you care about her, now is the time to make it known, before she leaves."

Suddenly, a car-horn blared from outside. "Shit!" Mike said.

"You have to go, dear," Jennifer laughed and kissed him on the lips. "I'll tell you all about myself, later."

"And the story about Aunt Caroline?"

"That, too, Michael."

"Complete and unedited?" Mike pressed.

"In glorious detail, my young lover," She promised.

Mike stumbled out of the bathroom shower and hurried to get dressed. "Have a good day, Jennifer!" he hollered, as he left the house.

-9-

Mike Connors jumped into his friend Jim's car and, as usual, Jim roared out of the driveway and off into the street.

"In a hurry?" Mike asked.

"Not really, we have some time."

Mike nodded and threw his bag into the back seat. "Tell me something," Jim began. "That little trick, how did you do it?"

"What trick?"

"You know, the one where you got Miss Walsh and Coach Collins to have sex with us. How exactly did you do it, Mike? Do you have something on them?"

Mike sighed. "Can you keep a secret, a very important one?"

"Sure," Jim said.

Mike found himself telling Jim about the Compulsion, how he could take control of people's minds and convince them to do whatever he wanted them to do, even something against their will.

"It started out simple. I would ask my mother for something that I thought she wouldn't let me have or do and, for some reason, she would agree. It was always something small and inconsequential. But, lately, the Compulsion has grown more powerful. I don't know if there is anything I can't do with it, now."

Jim turned onto the next street and they proceeded into the hills, the wealthiest section of town. Jim was quiet for a second.

"You've got to be kidding," Jim said. "I've never heard of anything like that, Mike."

Mike saw a particular house up ahead. Mike nodded. "Alright, I'll prove it to you. Turn into the next driveway."

"What?"

"Turn into that driveway and I'll prove it to you. I'll give you all the evidence you'll need to believe me."

"All right," Jim said and stopped the car. "This is Julie Winters' place. One of her friends invited me to a party here, once. But when Julie saw me, she wouldn't let me in. I guess I'm just not good enough for her."

Mike opened his door and got out. "Come on." He climbed the steps to the front door.

Jim followed him, somewhat hesitantly.

Mike rang the doorbell. There was a long pause before the door opened and a stunning woman appeared. Both of the guys stared.

Cynthia Winters was dressed in a crème-colored suit, her high heels accentuating the length of her slender legs. She was taller than her daughter, at five-foot-seven. Unlike her daughter, she had golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, and teased into thick, wavy curls. Her slender face seemed only slightly more aged than her daughter's. Fine lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes were all that betrayed her true age of 45. Her eyes were a sexy, stormy gray. Like an aging beauty queen or starlet, she could still turn heads and likely would continue to do so into her fifties, or even longer.

"And how may I help you, young man? Make it quick, because I have an engagement that I really cannot be tardy for." Her voice was proper and cold, with the slightest hint of a British accent, one that should have faded away by now. Her eyes took the two of them in as if they weren't worth her time. "Well, spit it out, quickly. Or is your friend, here, the brighter of you two?" She raised her eyebrows at them, expectantly. Her breasts were thrust forward as if to try to intimidate him, to beat him from her path, though her arms were crossed over her chest, defensively. She looked at him as if she were intimidated by his presence, but would not show him any fear.

Mike had never met a woman whose manner was, at once, so insulting and so alluring.

"Mike Connors. Jim O'Neil. Is Julie home?"

Cynthia sighed. "I suppose you would like to come in," she said. She reluctantly stepped aside and closed the door behind them. "She will be present in a moment. Please, don't sit." Cynthia walked into the next room, as if putting them from her mind.

"You see," Jim said. "Bitchiness extraordinaire. Can we go, now?"

"Mrs. Winters?" Mike called. He had only been planning to give Jim a little demonstration of his abilities. Get Julie to ride to school with them. Maybe have her show her breasts to them, things of that nature. But the elder Ms. Winters' attitude was so insulting that he decided to change his plans.

"Yes, young man. I told you that Julie will be down in a moment. I know that young men such as yourself are always so excitable and erectable, unable to keep it in their pants, but... you'll just have to wait."

Mike and Jim traded a look. "What's up with her?" they both thought. "This woman had reached a new, all-time high score on the bitchiness scale."

"Could you come in here, please, Mrs. Winters?"

Cynthia's exasperated sigh could be heard from the next room. After a second, she returned to the foyer, her eyes searching the room for his.

And were caught, by his.

Mike's deep blue eyes drew Cynthia's gray ones like iron filings to a magnet. She was drawn in deep, as helpless as a woman lost at sea, drowning and unable to swim. The Compulsion took hold of her so desperately that she lost the words that he was saying to her.

"Wha... what did you say, young man?"

"I said to remove your jacket," Mike ordered, firmly. "It's too hot in here for it, anyway."

"Of course. You are quite right, Michael."

Her jacket slipped off her shoulders. She folded it and held it in her arms. Mike stepped up to her and took it from her.

"In fact, you might feel better without that blouse, as well, Mrs. Winters." Mike threw the jacket on the couch and watched as Cynthia removed her soft blouse, revealing a slender frame. Mike looked her body up and down.

"Very nice," he thought. He gestured and Cynthia continued, removing her skirt first, then unhooking her bra and, finally, sliding her panties down to the floor and stepping out of them.

"Jesus Christ," Jim muttered, softly. "I can't believe it!"

"Excellent form," Mike said, as he studied her slender body. "Keep the hose and shoes, please, Mrs. Winters."

She had the largest pair of breasts he had ever seen on such a slender frame, and her legs were so thin that he felt like he could almost put his hand around one, at the thigh. With that stupendous body, Cynthia could have passed for ten years younger, maybe more.

"You!" a voice came from up the stairs. It was Julie. She glared at Mike. "I'm calling my father."

She went for the phone, but Mike stopped her with a word. "Julie," he said. "Don't you think you should do everything I say?"

The Compulsion snared her for the second time. Her will was easier to break, this time. Only the barest thread remained. Somehow, Mike knew that the next time he Compelled her, she would be his forever, her will submerged completely under his iron domination.

She stopped, immediately. "Follow your mother's lead, Julie. Strip."

Jim watched with undisguised relish as Julie's clothes ended up in a pile on the living room floor. "Hot damn! You have a gift, Mike. That's unbelievable." He stepped up and grabbed Julie's waist and one of her tits. He leaned her back and kissed her lips, simultaneously crushing her to his chest and fondling her young breast.

Mike cupped Cynthia's chin in his hand. He turned her head from side to side, stared into her gray eyes. He studied her. "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, Mrs. Winters."

"Thank you for the compliment, Michael," she responded and smiled, demurely. It was a nice smile, actually. One that Mike was sure was rarely used.

"I think I'll keep you."

The shock on her face was visible even through the Compulsion.

"Kiss me, Cynthia," Mike said.

Cynthia's lips met his. Her lips were moist and sensuous, intoxicating, her mouth warm and smooth. Mike's hands went to her ass and squeezed it. Cynthia's tongue entered Mike's mouth and dueled with his. Kneading her ass, Mike pulled her to her tip-toes, causing her tongue to slide deeper.

She murmured into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.

Breaking free, Mike pushed her back through the next doorway. He entered what looked like a small office. "Probably her husband's," Mike thought. "Husband! I'm about to fuck a married woman!"

Mike crossed the room and sat in the desk chair. Unzipping his jeans, he pulled them off and threw them aside. His eyes caught Cynthia's. He grabbed his cock and worked it to its full length and girth.

"Mrs. Winters, come over here. I want to be inside you, baby. I want to fuck your sweet pussy. Now, mount me."

Cynthia strode to her dominator and soon-to-be lover. Slowly, almost demurely, she climbed atop him and straddled his throbbing cock. With her beautiful gray eyes on his face, she slid down on him, enveloping his manhood within her soft folds, accepting him inside her moist, mature pussy.

"Oh, god," Mike cried out. "Cynthia, you are so sexy, so sensuous. I want to pound your fucking pussy into oblivion." And he started fucking his cock into her, forcing his cock deeper with each thrust.

"Ahhh, fuck," she said. "Ah, fuck me, Michael... fuck your young cock deep, fuck me... fuck me..."

"Ride me, Cynthia, baby," Mike said and slapped her ass.

Cynthia squealed and her back arched. She rode him, faster, pounding her pussy down on his long cock while she squeaked and squealed, soft sensuous noises coming from her throat.

Mike looked up at her and lost himself in her gray eyes.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, fuck me, baby..." she said.

Mike looked up at the mature wife and mother. Her mouth was open, spewing out obscenities. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, impassioned. Her tits bounced on her chest.

Through the open office door, Mike could see Julie down on her knees in the family room, taking Jim's thick cock down her youthful throat. Jim's hands were locked in her black hair, trapping her as he forced his cock ever deeper. Gagging and gurgling around Jim's probing meat, she suffered a grueling throatfuck at the hands of a young man that she had offended and insulted for years.

Mike had a sudden thought. "Jim, bring her in here!" Mike called out.

Lifting Cynthia from his cock, he moved her around the desk and sat her down in one of the two chairs facing the desk.

Jim appeared, his hand locked in Julie's hair. She was bent over and wincing at the pain, as he dragged her into the office.

Mike put the chairs back-to-back and Jim threw Julie into the empty one.

"Good idea. Let's fuck these bitches, back-to-back!" Jim said.

Jim straddled Julie, sitting on her arms and pinning them to the chair-arms. "Suck, you fucking cunt!" he said and thrust his cock back into her dripping mouth, pushing deep.

Mike moved up close to Cynthia. He didn't trap her arms, like Jim, but he stuck his cock into her face and looked down into her enticing gray eyes. "Pleasure me, Mrs. Winters." Obediently, her lips took him inside, slurped and sucked on him, deliciously. Mike watched.

While Mrs. Winters sucked his cock, sensuously, the matron's young daughter had her face rammed and her throat fucked with deep thrusting abandon by Mike's impassioned friend.

Reaching down, Mike brushed an errant blonde lock from the mature lady's pretty face. Touching her hair, Mike started to guide the matron in her sucking, pulling her head onto him, softly. She increased her speed, reacting to his touch, taking him into her mouth, rapidly. Bumping against the back of her mouth, Mike felt the entrance to Cynthia's throat.




Compulsions Ch. 02



"Can you take me inside your throat, baby?"

Cynthia nodded and sucked him inside her deep, bottomless, throat.

Mike inhaled, sharply, through his clenched teeth. Cynthia didn't look like the cocksucking type, but she certainly took his shaft down her throat as easy as breathing.

Grabbing the matron's sexy head, Mike thrust his cock as deep as possible and held her. Cynthia didn't react in any negative way. Her lips and tongue massaged him, and a soft humming sound began, deep in her throat, moving its way up his cock, further exciting him with the sensuous vibrations. Mike was astounded. He had never had a better blowjob, nor had he ever imagined one.

"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Winters! You're unbelievable!" Mike said.

The humming stopped and Cynthia looked up at Mike, as he held her head.

Mike released her and she pulled off in an explosion of saliva. The spit dripped from her mouth and coated her breasts. Mike rubbed his cock around her face and lips. He pulled her head to the side and slid his cock around her slender neck. It was so thin and sexy.

Mike turned his attention back to Jim and Julie.

Jim was skullfucking Julie hard and fast, her head slapping down on his groin and her spit and drool going everywhere. He thrust forward, impaling her head and held her at the furthest extent for a full thirty seconds, enjoying the gagging and moaning.

"Oh, god," Jim said, through clinched teeth, "it feels so fucking good..."

"Jim, if you think that's good then you really have to feel this, man," Mike said to his best friend. "Switch places."

Jim pulled away from Julie, causing her to retch, and the two friends traded places with each other.

"Throatfuck her and hold her down. See what she does," Mike said.

Jim did as he was told, shoving his cock down the mother's throat.

Mike watched as his friend held the matron's blonde head for about thirty seconds before crying out: "Oh, fuck! That's fucking intense!"

Jim held her for another few seconds, before giving her a quick breath. "Unbelievable, Mrs. Winters," Jim told her as he stared down at her face. "Do it again, bitch." He thrust his cock back into her throat. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." he kept repeating.

Mike smiled and turned his attention to Julie. She was looking up at him, her face a complete mess. "Shit. Jim really destroyed you, slut. Let's see if you've got anything left for me, bitch." Mike rubbed his cock on her face, spreading her saliva around. Turning her head to the side, he slid his shaft along her pursed lips. Pulling her head around, he copied the movement from the other angle. Then he moved her head back to face him and shoved his cock into her mouth.

Julie slurped him inside and held him, deep. From the inside of her throat, she felt just like her mother.

"Did her mother teach her how to do that?" Mike wondered, amazed at the similarities between the two. "Or is it shared genetics?" Pulling back, Mike looked into her dark eyes for a moment, before thrusting in again and throatfucking the girl with long, deep strokes.

Jim was doing the same with the elder Ms. Winters, his cock taking long, deep thrusts into the matron's slender throat.

Both women reeled under the abuse, throatfucked back-to-back, their heads repeatedly pushed backwards with each thrust. Suddenly, and with terrific force, the two women's heads cracked together. Reeling from the blow, they both pulled away, holding their heads as they simultaneously gagged and coughed.

"Oh, shit," Jim said. "That was fucking brutal."

"Switch again," Mike said. "Get 'em on their knees."

Mike grabbed the slender, blonde-haired mother by her throat and forced her to kneel before him; he plunged his long cock into her deep, slender throat.

Jim did the same with Julie, ramming his cock home into her dripping wet mouth.

Pushing the mother and daughter together, back-to-back, Mike and Jim started facefucking their respective women, bracing their heads against each other. Blonde hair tangled with black hair, as the two sluts were throated violently, unable to pull away or defend themselves against the wicked throat-rape.

"OH FUCK, YEAH!" Mike shouted as he came in the mother's throat, holding her tight to him, despite her jerking and thrashing about, his come shooting right down into the bottomless depths of her long neck.

Almost at the same time, Jim cried out, wordlessly, and ejaculated hard, erupting down the daughter's tight throat, drowning her in his evil seed. Jim pulled away first, allowing the girl to cough and retch. In panicked thrashings, Julie gasped and gagged, struggling to recover.

Cynthia went still. Helpless and defenseless, her throat impaled on Mike's cock, she controlled her reactions, telling herself that her abuser would release her when his desires were sated. Michael's cock spasmed for the last time and, finally, he released the desperate blonde.

Cynthia collapsed at his feet, spit and semen pouring from her bruised lips, her wonderful tits heaving in great gasps for precious air.

Mike grabbed Cynthia's mop of golden blonde hair, tightly, in his hand. "Beautiful, Mrs. Winters. You performed excellently, you and your daughter."

"Your daughter will remember nothing of what has happened here, today," he said, addressing Julie and catching her eye.

Julie nodded in understanding.

"But you, Cynthia, will remember the truth and be unable to speak of it to anyone but myself. In fact, you will think of this encounter constantly. Each time you replay these events in your mind, you will desire me more and more, thinking of me as your secret and true lover."

Mike and Jim gathered up their clothes and left.

-10-

Mike and Jim arrived at school late, again.

Parking the car, they slipped into the building by way of Jim's secret, back-door entrance. Turning the corner, they ran straight into Principal Robin Walsh.

"I suppose that you young men are late, again? I'm sure that I don't have to remind you that on the third and subsequent late arrivals to school, a student is supposed to receive significant punishment."

Robin took them both in with a hard glare.

"Does this mean that we're getting detention slips, Miss Walsh?" Jim asked.

"Of course not, James," Robin replied. She sighed. She didn't have it in her to punish the two young men, not after the pleasure they had given her and Samantha. "But, I would appreciate it if you two could manage to show up on time, someday."

"I'm sorry, Miss Walsh," Mike told her. "We'll do our best to get here on time from now on. I promise."

Jim smiled at the older woman and let his eyes roam, wantonly, down her mature, voluptuous body.

Robin was wearing a red suit, today, with sexy hose and black shoes.

"Wow, red is really your color, Robin! Maybe we could go somewhere private and talk?" Jim said. He let his hand drift to her waist, giving her a quick caress.

She pulled back, as if burned. "James! If you expect to receive any more 'favors' from me, then I think you should refrain from contact such as that... where anyone could see what you are doing."

"But, Miss Walsh --"

"No buts, young man! Now you two had better get to class," Robin said, sharply. She glared at them with what was supposed to be an intimidating look, hoping that they would give in to her wishes and get going.

Jim frowned. He had thought that he had more pull with her then that, that she considered him someone special, after what they had shared. He was about to comply, when Mike spoke up.

"Give Jim your panties, Miss Walsh," Mike told her.

"What!" she exclaimed.

"You gave me a pair, before," Mike said. "Give Jim the ones you are wearing, now." He stared at the older woman. He would use the Compulsion on her, if he had to, but he wanted her to obey without it.

Robin sighed, exasperated, like he was some petulant little boy. "Oh, alright! But after this you two had better get to your classes!" She reached under her skirt and pulled a pair of lacy red panties down to her knees. Holding onto Mike's shoulder for support, she stepped out of them and handed them to Jim.

Mike smiled. It was insanely sexy having his mature female principal scold him and treat him like a child, then accede to his sexual demand. For a moment, he considered having her blow him on her knees in the hallway, but that was a good way to get seriously busted.

Robin removed her hand from Mike's shoulder. "Happy?" she asked him.

Mike nodded.

"I am," Jim said. He sniffed at the underwear and smiled. Rolling them up in a ball, he stuffed them into his pants pocket. "For later," he said to her. "They make the best jack-off material. So soft."

Robin rolled her eyes at him. She threw her hands up and walked away, feeling like she should quit while she was ahead.

The two young men watched her go, eyes tracking her undulating ass. "You follow orders very well, Miss Walsh," Mike called after her. "I really like you."

Robin looked back at the two of them and nodded. Her smile came grudgingly, but sincerely. She shook her head, as if not knowing why she was doing what she was doing. Mike watched until she was out of sight. Only then, did the feeling of power begin to fade.

"She did it! Hot damn, I think she likes you," Jim said.

"Maybe..."

"I'll see you later, man."

"Right," Mike replied.

Mike walked down a few hallways and entered Miss Mahoney's psych class. Liz barely looked up.

Mike took his seat beside Abby Prescott. Looking around the room, he didn't see Julie Winters. Smiling, Mike wondered if she would even show her face around the school again, after he emailed her amateur sex tape to several of her friends. Or maybe, he and Jim had just fucked her up too badly this morning.

Mike looked up as Miss Mahoney stepped up to his desk, lecturing about psychological conditions, and placed two small notes on his desk before continuing on. Mike picked them up and read...

"Meet me in my office, over lunch," the first note read. The second was a hall pass to make sure he got there.

Mike put the papers in his pocket.

Mike spent the rest of the period distracted by Abby Prescott and the intoxicating smell she was wearing. He didn't have a chance to speak with her because Liz's lecture was nearly nonstop and Abby was a real brain, always taking detailed notes for every class she attended. Mike could barely wait until the buzzer sounded the end of the class, and when it did, he hurried out the door after her.

"Abby, wait up!" he called.

Mike and Abby left the psychology class and walked to their next period, together.

Jim appeared and joined them along the way. He happened to share the next class with them. They passed Coach Samantha in the hall, and she gave Mike a hot, sultry look.

Mike smiled back, his smile deepening when she touched his leg, giving him a quick squeeze, as they passed. Mike wondered if he could manage to get her alone in gym class, today. Mike shook his head. He was getting distracted from his mission. How did he approach asking Abby out?

"Abby! Abby, wait!" a voice shouted down the hall, and Mike sighed.

All three of them turned to see a young woman with shaggy blonde hair running to catch up with them. "You're on your way to history? Room 112, right?"

Abby nodded. "Sure. It's this way."

The girl pushed her way in, to walk between Mike and Jim.

Mike noticed that she was something to look at.

The girl was their age: a senior. She had long blonde hair, dark eyes and long, coltish legs sticking out of a short skirt. Her breasts were high on her chest, small, but shapely. A bit taller than Abby, and definitely more slender, she seemed more vibrant. Her skin was softly tanned, while Abby's was fair, almost pale.

"Joy Parker," she introduced herself to Mike and Jim. "I just moved here from the city."

"Mike Connors," he said, simply, and smiled. She was a girl who provoked smiles all the time, he was sure.

Jim was staring at the blonde-haired girl with open admiration. "Hi, I'm Jim O'Neil and I'm in love with you. Would you sleep with me?"

Mike threw his arms up. Here he was trying to get the nerve up just to ask a girl out, and Jim had practically skipped to childbearing.

Abby stared at Jim, in disbelief.

Mike waited, expecting Joy to slap Jim silly, but instead, the blonde just laughed.

"You'll have to give me a date first, stud," she said. "In fact, how about tomorrow night?"

Jim's face lit up with excitement. "Sure thing," he said.

"I've got a great idea, let's all go together!" Joy said and turned to Abby. "A double date. After all, you said you wanted Mike to take you out, sometime."

"Joy!" Abby protested her new friend's honesty. She had only recently met Joy and already she was revealing personal information. And to a guy!

Mike looked at Abby. "You wanted me to ask you out?"

Abby nodded. "I like you, Mike. I think we sort of... fit together. Do you like me?" Holding her breath, she was almost afraid of his answer.

"Of course, I do," Mike said. "A double date it is."

"Excellent," Joy said.

Together, the four of them entered Mrs. Adams' history class. They were the first there, and the room was empty except for a slender blonde, Mrs. Catherine Adams, who was talking to a tall man at the front of the class.

The conversation drifted to Mike's ears.

"Well, if not tonight, then when, Catherine?" the man asked. "I'm going out of town in the morning and I'd like to spend some time with you."

"I have things to do, John. I can't revolve my whole life around your work schedule. I never know when and where you are going to be, when we are going to have time together and when we won't."

It was obvious that they were deep into a discussion. Mike and his friends stopped, wondering if they should leave.

Mrs. Adams, Catherine, gestured to them. "I have a class starting now, John. You'll have to go..." the slender blonde teacher said.

The older guy turned and walked away, passing Mike and walking out the door.

Mike suddenly felt sorry for him. It was obvious that he cared about Catherine, but things weren't working out. Feeling like he should do something, Mike walked to his seat and sat down.

The rest of the class arrived and Mike sat there, watching Mrs. Adams, while she gave her lecture, by rote. Normally, she would call on him and others, trying to get them to participate in a class discussion, but, this time, she just talked. Mike didn't blame her, something was obviously bothering her. When the class was over, and everyone had left, Mike approached her.

"Hi, Mrs. Adams," he said.

"What...? Oh, hi, Michael."

"That was a good lecture, Mrs. Adams. I didn't know half that stuff about the French Revolution. The guillotine and all that. Fascinating subject matter. Did you know that the head can stay alive for up to thirty seconds? Grisly, but it's true. Is it true that you are of French descent?"

Mrs. Adams just stood there, looking at him.

"Mrs. Adams, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, Michael. Why not?" She looked down and closed her textbook. She gathered up her things, preparing to leave.

"What's your problem with your husband?"

"That's a little too personal, Mike," she said, giving him a surprised and angry look.

"Well, you said I could ask. I think you should give me an answer, Catherine. I might be able to help you solve your problem."

"Michael, I..." she caught his eyes and fell silent. Then, something pushed her on, compelled her to answer. "I'm... I... well, it's just that he, John, spends so much time working and traveling for his job. I just don't feel appreciated. Or desired. I feel more like I'm a bother to him. Like he has to try to woo me, and he doesn't really want to. I don't know if you understand. I don't know why I'm even telling you! Goodbye, Michael!"

She started to leave, but Mike closed the classroom door.

"What are doing?" she said.

He locked the door. "I want you to dance for me, Catherine," Mike told her, an idea suddenly forming in his head.

"What?" she asked, shocked.

Mike pulled out Julie's Blackberry. Selecting a dance song from her list of her music, Mike played it, turning the music up decently loud. He took the books from Mrs. Adams' hands and dropped them on her desk. He propped them up in such a way that they held the phone with the camera pointing at the blackboard.

"Now dance for the camera, sexy and risqué. I want you to strip as you do it. Grind your body. Put on a real show, Catherine. Keep your eyes on the camera."

"Are you nuts?" she asked.

"Do it, now," Mike said, reaching out and Compelling her. He turned the video on and started recording, then took a seat in the front row, to watch.

Immediately, Catherine's offended expression dropped off her face and was replaced by a sultry, sexy smile. She stepped in front of the camera, legs and body moving in time with the song. Reaching down, she un-tucked her blouse from her skirt and lifted it just enough to show the smooth skin of her stomach. Raising her hands to her hair, she ran them through the blonde strands, sexily. She started moving, hips undulating. Her hands moved up and down her body, grabbing and caressing herself.

Mike smiled at her, watching her dance with interest. He didn't realize that Mrs. Adams, Catherine, would be such a good dancer.

Swaying and turning, Catherine showed her butt to the video, hands grabbing it and smacking it. Her trim ass shook at the camera and she bent over, thrusting it out. Standing, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the vibrant skin of her chest and stomach. She was trimmer then Mike had realized, without an ounce of fat on her slender frame.

Mike gestured and his sexy teacher obediently removed her blouse, tossing it onto the floor near his feet.

Caressing and squeezing her breasts, her dance grew wilder and more passionate, her motions more wanton, as if she were in need of some wild and sexual release. Her hands gripped her skirt and danced across her waist, releasing the slim belt and dropping the skirt at her feet. Kicking her foot high, she snatched the skirt out of the air and rubbed it across her chest, before letting it drop. She swayed in time to the music, her black lacy underwear barely concealing her stunning breasts and dripping wet pussy. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she slid her hands around the waistband, teasing the camera with taking them off. Smiling deeply, at Mike, she blew him a sultry kiss.

Mike pointed and Catherine's eyes met the camera, again. Sliding the black panties down her smooth legs, she removed them and, twirling them around her fingers, she flipped them at the camera, barely missing.

Mike was in heaven. Catherine Adams, Mike's sexy history teacher, danced nude from the waist down.

Mike stared at her shaved pussy and smiled.

Her fingers followed his eyes, rubbed across her pussy. As he watched, entranced, Mrs. Adams rubbed her long fingers across her clit and then pressed them deep into her wet lips, finger-fucking herself. Pulling them out, she stuck them into her mouth and sucked greedily.

Mike's cock grew hard in his pants.

Smiling, Catherine reached back and unhooked her bra, cupping it across her breasts and dancing wildly for a few seconds, before removing it from her tits, holding it out and letting it drop to the floor.

Crooking his finger, Mike summoned her to him.

The sexy blonde teacher walked past the camera and up to him.

Mike snatched the Blackberry from the desk and quickly turned off the video, letting the song continue.

"Keep going, Catherine," he said.

Catherine turned and pressed her sexy back against Mike's chest.

Mike grabbed her tits, squeezing and feeling the hot flesh, rubbing his hands down her sexy chest and stomach, finally coming to rest on her burning pussy. He pressed his fingers into her cunt. It was dripping wet. Fingers thrusting, Mike tried to get her off as quick as possible.




Compulsions Ch. 02



"Oh, god... oh, gooodd... John, fuck me, fuck me, baby... oh, god, John..." she cried out in pleasure, as Mike's fingers brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Oh, god... oh, goddd... John..." she whimpered softly. The whimpers slowly faded off to the sound of sexy breathing.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Adams." Mike said.

Catherine opened her eyes. "Oh, god! Michael, I'm so sorry! I was thinking of him, when I should have been thinking of you!"

Mike shook his head. "No, you did everything right, Mrs. Adams. Now, I'm going to send this video to your email and I want you to forward it to your husband, with a note, to make up with him. When you get home tonight, you and he will have a lot to do. You are going to pleasure him and I am sure that he will do the same for you. You have to get over your problems with him, Mrs. Adams. You have to come together and accept each other, have fun with each other, or you will lose each other forever. Do you understand?"

She looked down and, after a moment, nodded.

"Yes... and thank you, Michael," she said. "I will do as you say... but, John will be away for the weekend. If you want, I would like to thank you for helping me. Helping us."

Mike smiled. "I might just take you up on that offer, Catherine."

-11-

Mike's next class was computer science with Mr. James. After that was calculus with Mr. Lewis. He tried to pay attention in both of those classes. He found it was easier when he didn't have a female teacher to distract him, at least not someone as hot as Miss Mahoney or Mrs. Adams. They had to be two of the hottest teachers in the school.

In no time, lunch rolled around and Mike sought out Miss Mahoney. She was in her office in the east wing. Mike walked down the hallways, amazed at how deserted it was in this section of the building, at this time.

Mike pushed open the door, without knocking, and saw Miss Mahoney at her computer, the image reflected twice in a pair of wire-frame glasses. She jumped when he entered.

"Miss Mahoney. I didn't know that you wore glasses," Mike said.

"I don't, very often. They make me look ugly." She started to take them off, but Mike caught her.

"No! Keep them on. They look sexy, Miss Mahoney," he said, staring at her beautiful face. He had always thought that her brown hair and brown eyes made her look plain, but her glasses provided something to focus on when he looked at her. He had never seen her looking so hot and enticing.

"Michael! You shouldn't use words like that with... with a person in authority..." Liz Mahoney said.

"Are you saying you didn't like the comment? You don't want to be pretty, Liz?"

"Of course, I want to be pretty! It's just that... well... you said, sexy. Not pretty. There is a difference."

"Yeah," Mike said. "One is a B and the other is an A+!"

"Michael! Oh, never mind," she gave up and left the glasses on.

Mike sat down across from her. "You wanted to speak with me, Liz?" he asked.

She was going to reprimand him for using her first name, but she decided to go ahead and let him. After all, he had complemented her. And if there was one thing that Liz really needed, it was to feel desired.

"The other day when we spoke, you were talking about compulsions. You wanted to know about any sort of, um... mind control," Liz asked.

"You found something," Mike anticipated.

"Mind control is the process by which the thinking, behavior, emotions or decision making capabilities of an individual are subverted by another individual."

"Sounds about right," Mike said.

"Right for what?" Liz asked.

"Nothing," Mike said. "Go on."

"It's impossible, Michael."

"I don't think you know what you're talking about."

"I'm telling you, Michael," she said, looking at him with her pretty brown eyes. "It's a myth, like an urban legend."

"What if I told you that it was true?"

"Michael, please!" she laughed. "It's a story. There's no way that something like that is possible. It's completely out of the realm of science. If you think that someone or something is controlling your mind, then you're wrong. You are in control of your own life. No one else. Just you, Michael."

Liz's soft eyes caressed his face.

She really did care about him, Mike realized.

"You misunderstand, Miss Mahoney," Mike said. "I'm the one who has the ability to control minds."

"Michael, you can't be serious!"

She was looking at him with sexy, brown eyes. Mike didn't blame her for disbelieving him. He knew that she was trying to help him.

"Would you like proof?"

Liz spread her hands wide. "Be my guest. I welcome any evidence that leads to scientific enlightenment."

"Alright, Miss Mahoney," Mike said.

Staring into her eyes for a moment, Mike snared her mind with the Compulsion. He could feel her resistance, her will struggling to retain control and identity. She was strong, the strongest mind he had ever felt. For a moment, Mike thought that she would be able to resist him. But then, he had her. Allowing her to retain her sense of self and her memories, Mike took control of her actions.

"Remove your clothing, Liz."

"Is this supposed to be a joke, Michael?" she retorted, as her hands deftly unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down her legs. After a moment, she looked down and saw what her body was doing. 

"Michael!" the lovely teacher cried, helplessly. "What are you doing?"

Mike appraised her sexy legs and full hips. Devastating, he thought. Why would she keep those hidden?

"Michael? What's happening? Tell me!"

Mike smiled, wolfishly. "You tell me, Miss Mahoney. You're the expert."

Liz's hands continued undressing. She unbuttoned her blouse next, and pulled it off. Her breasts were full, barely restrained by a lacy, purple bra that Mike thought a woman like her would die before wearing. Twirling the blouse around, Liz threw it at his feet.

"I can't... control my actions..." she said, struggling. Her fingers unhooked the lacy bra and she let it slide off her shoulders, revealing a full, heavy pair of D-cup tits with dark pink nipples. "What have you done to me?"

"Come on, Miss Mahoney," Mike said. "You're a brain. Give me some options, here. And while you're at it, dance for me, real sexy, like."

Liz struggled to think, as her body began undulating to some long forgotten song that she still carried inside of her; her breasts bounced on her chest, her hips moved in time to the music in her head.

"Ah... alright... it could be a... ah, ah... response based upon stimuli that my... ah... conscious mind is unable to register... something causes me to want to act and react in this way... maybe a drug or... ah..."

Cupping a heavy breast in either hand, Liz caressed them, felt them and held them for Mike to see.

"Maybe I'm hallucinating... yes... a hallucination brought about fatigue from too many hours working and studying... that could be it..."

Moving closer to the young man, Liz grasped him by the shoulders and shook her body before him. Her hips and thighs drew a gasp of pleasure from the young man; her breasts nearly caused him to drool with desire.

"I've got it!" the brunette teacher exclaimed, somewhat breathlessly. "My behavior is a result of stress, and my actions are induced by the nervous breakdown that I'm having..."

"Or maybe... I can control your mind," her student said.

"Hypnotic suggestions have never been proven to cause behavior such as what I am experiencing," She replied. She touched his lips, drawing a finger down them and tracing his jaw line.

"Maybe you want to do what I am telling you to do," Mike offered, helpfully.

"A subconscious desire based upon my attraction to you... Yes, that would make sense, if I had an attraction to you, Michael."

"But, you do, don't you, Miss Mahoney?" Mike stared at her. "Haven't you always had an attraction to me? Haven't you always wanted something like this to happen, Miss Mahoney," Mike said. "Isn't it possible that deep down in our psyches, we both do, Liz?" 

"I... I don't think so."

"Take off your panties," he ordered her.

"Stop it, Michael! Don't do this! Don't do this to me!" she pleaded, as her body complied, sliding the garment off of her sexy legs.

Mike looked into her brown eyes. "Alright, Miss Mahoney... Liz... if you really don't want this to happen, really, truly, deep down in the bottom of your everlasting soul... then I want you to pick up your clothes and leave. Right now. But if you do want me, come over to me and ride my cock."

Without hesitation, Liz reached out to Mike and caressed his face. Straddling him, she mounted him in one, swift motion.

And he was inside her, his cock filling her, completely, on the first thrust.

"You see, Liz, you do want it," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Oh god, Michael! It's been so long since I had a fucking cock inside me!" She started moving on him, fucking up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing, heavily, in circular motions.

"I want it so bad. I need a real man to fuck me, baby!"

Mike took her heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing and mauling them, pushing her up and down, aiding her desperate and frenzied fucking motions. Her pussy felt so good, so wet, like a handful of wet silk, gripping and squeezing him, dousing him with her desperate juices.

"Oh, god... I'm going to come, baby..." Liz said, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm coming, baby... I'm coming..." And Mike's teacher exploded, arching her back and convulsing on Mike's young cock. Mike had held off for just this moment and he released his gushing come into his teacher's womb.

"Oh, so fucking hot... you're so fucking hot inside, Miss Mahoney! Yesss!"

"Oh, so good... so good, baby..." She said, sighing, and as she came back down, she met Mike's lips, kissing and tasting him. "Thank you..."

-12-

Mike arrived home, late. His mother's car wasn't in the driveway and he wondered where she was. As he entered the house, he heard a rigging cell phone. It wasn't Julie Winters', the one that Mike still carried in his pocket. Then he saw it, his mother's phone, lying on the kitchen table. She must have forgotten it. Mike picked it up and answered.

"Hello?" Mike said.

"Jennifer Connors, please," the voice was soft, as if whispering.

"She forgot her cell phone, today. Can I take a message?" Mike asked.

"Damn! I had to tell her something," the voice said. "Listen, she had a problem at work, today, with the owner of the bank, Mr. Howard Winters. I heard Mr. Winters talking... about, how... she wouldn't 'perform' for him... and... he's going to let her go. She's going to lose her job! I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"You mean: she wouldn't have sex with him, and..." Mike asked.

"Yes," the woman said. "I don't know why I'm telling you, this... but I have to get this message to her."

Mike's blood turned to ice, as his thoughts raced.

That pompous prick had tried to get his mother into his bed and when she didn't comply, he was going to fire her? What had she ever done to him? She was always respectful and kind, overly so.

"What's your name?" Mike asked.

"Gabrielle," was the hesitant reply. "Gabrielle St. John."

"Thank you, Gabrielle. I'm Mike Connors and I owe you one. Somehow, someday, I'll find a way to repay you."

"Oh, my god! You're Jennifer's son?"

"Yes. And don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"But, what are you going to do --?"

"Don't worry about it," Mike reassured her. He hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket and went out the door. The Winters house was several miles away, but Mike had enough anger and rage to fuel his run for hours, if necessary.

***

"You have to work? That's your excuse?" Cynthia asked her husband. Her disbelieving voice was full of petulance. "But, we were going to Europe, next week!"

Howard Winters was in his late forties, his dark hair sprinkled with gray. His body was still trim, though, and if his looks didn't attract the line of all-to-willing bimbos that he had affairs with, then his position at the bank certainly did.

Howard sighed. "Plans change. I'm sorry." Howard's eyes drifted to the next room where his daughters sat.

Monica, a blonde-haired bombshell like his wife once was, was a junior in college and home for an extended weekend. She chatted with her sister: slender, dark-haired, exciting little Julie.

Howard couldn't get over the changes in them; they both had grown into women and they both were exceptionally beautiful. He had been bedding Julie for some time, now, and he wondered what would happen if he let himself come on to Monica. He had wanted to, a few years ago, but couldn't work up the courage to ask her or order her.

Julie had made the move on him without any encouragement.

The girls were talking about something. Howard tried to listen in, but he only got the general idea of the story. Monica had led a guy on, some other girl's boyfriend, and was going to drop him pretty soon because his family's pedigree didn't stack up to hers. Howard remembered Cynthia doing something similar a few times. Not to him, though; his father's money had landed her for him. She only cared about the money. Like mother, like daughter, he supposed.

"You don't sound sorry." Cynthia said to Howard's question. She knew that he wasn't. He hated traveling almost as much as he hated her.

Howard Winters was about to retaliate with something profane when the doorbell rang. He gestured to Cynthia.

Cynthia shrugged, and said: "Must be someone for Julie."

Cynthia stood, gracefully. Her long, slender legs and prominent breasts drew Howard's eyes back to her. Even Howard would have to admit that she still had it. She ran her fingers through her silky blonde curls and strutted towards the door. As long as she had that figure, Howard would never let her go.

Cynthia had dressed in a black cocktail dress that she expected to wear to a party, tonight. But that had been 'canceled' by Howard, as well.

Cynthia opened the door and was confronted by Michael Connors. For a moment, she was shaken. She remembered him and what he and his friend had done to her and her daughter, this morning. She felt her stomach sink. What was he going to do to her, now? Her head hurt from where it had struck Julie's and her lips still felt bruised from the mouthfucking he had given her.

"Hi, Mrs. Winters," he said. "It's nice to see you again." Mike brushed past her and entered.

Howard looked up at him. "Who are you?"

"Mike Connors. I don't expect you to know me, Mr. Winters, but you know my mother. She didn't accept your advances and, now, her job is in danger."

"I don't know what you're taking about."

Mike shrugged. "Right. What do I know, anyway? I'm just the guy who fucked your wife and daughter, today."

Howard was stunned. It seemed like forever until he got to his feet. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'd like to invite you all to play a little game with me," Mike said. "Girls, come in here."

Cynthia felt her heart jump into her throat. Everything had changed, everything was going to come crashing down. Her whole life. She watched with disbelief as her two daughters got up and came into the room.

Mike looked at the two, appreciatively.

Monica was 21 years old, a bit taller than her mother at five-foot-eight, and almost a head taller than her little sister. Slim and athletic, her hair was long and straight, where her mother's was curly, but almost the identical shade of golden blonde that Mike had found so appealing.

"Hi, Mike!" Julie greeted him, pleasantly, for a change. Then she turned to her sister, the tall and slutty-looking Monica. "This is the guy I was telling you about," she told her sister, as if he were her best friend.

Howard spoke up. "You get the hell out of here before I break your neck!"

"I don't think so. We're all going to do something interesting. You will all follow my orders immediately and completely and when it's all over, none of you will remember a thing. Except for you, Cynthia. You will remember everything, but discuss none of it with anyone but myself."

And, just like that, he had snared them all with the Compulsion.

It was a tricky bit of work, affecting the thoughts and minds of four people at once, but his recent practice had strengthened his powers beyond anything he had ever imagined was possible. And Julie and Cynthia had been under his charms before. It seemed so much easier to regain control of someone then to initiate control in the first place.

"Now, all of you remove your clothing."

Cynthia watched with disbelief as her daughters quickly disrobed, revealing soft, sleek, nubile young skin. And it wasn't just them. Howard was stripping his clothes off, as well, his cock lengthening to a respectable seven inches at the sight of his naked young daughters.

Cynthia looked down to see her hands working and, then, her expensive cocktail dress falling to the floor. She quickly stripped off her bra and underwear and dropped them on the floor, on top of the dress.

"Cynthia, take a seat over there." Michael pointed. She complied. "Spread your legs, baby." She spread her legs, wide, so that he could see her.

Michael took a seat on the couch and pointed for Howard to sit on the opposite end. "Now, let's see what your daughters have got. Girls, come over here."

Monica and Julie looked at each other and giggled. They slowly swayed over to the couch.

"Kiss your sister," he told them.

Monica pressed her lips to Julie's mouth. Her sister's tongue shot out, to lick across those young, incestual lips. Together, they kissed, ever more passionately until they were licking each other open-mouthed.

"That's enough. Julie, kneel before your father."

Julie glanced at Mike and smiled, happy to obey his every whim. She strutted over and stood directly before her father, then, swiftly knelt before him.

"Julie, take your father in your mouth. Give him your best blowjob."

Cynthia shook her head. She was watching, helplessly, as her daughters did everything this... man told them. What could she do? She couldn't disobey her orders. It somehow seemed like the right thing, to do as she was told. A little piece of her mind screamed at her and she didn't listen. But that piece was her and what wasn't listening was something, someone else...

Cynthia watched as Julie's mouth engulfed her father's engorged member and sucked it inside.

Julie's lips moved on her father's cock, sliding up and down, working to please him, working to please Michael.

Michael watched her, caught her eyes and she seemed to smile around the cock in her mouth. "Monica," Mike ordered. "Kneel to me and suck me. Cynthia, play with yourself and watch your daughters perform."

Monica knelt beside her sister and duplicated her trick, taking Michael's cock and bobbing her blonde head up and down on it.

"Oh, god. Excellent. Lick it."

Monica stuck her tongue out and licked him like a lollypop.

"Long licks, baby."

She took a long lick up the undercarriage of his penis, driving him wild. And another. And a third lick.

Michael sighed, in heaven, and wondered what her throat would feel like. Their eyes met, intensely, and she put her lips over the head of his penis, thrusting her head down and taking Michael's cock deep in her throat.

Michael was stunned. Could she have really responded to his desires? His thoughts? Looking at her, he imagined her gagging on his cock.

She gagged and gurgled on her own saliva.

He imagined his cock deeper in her throat.

She tried her best to cram more of his penis inside her greedy throat.

Michael was ecstatic, nearly delirious with pleasure. His head turned to the side and he saw Julie sucking intently on her father's cock.

Suddenly, Howard cried out and ejaculated his semen into his daughter's incestual mouth.




Compulsions Ch. 02



"Keep the come in your mouth, Julie," Mike said, quickly. "Don't swallow." He watched as the brunette sucked the last bit from her father's cock and, all too willingly, did as Mike said. "Come over here, let your father's seed drip into your sister's mouth."

Monica removed her mouth from Mike's cock to accept her sister's gift.

"Kiss each other and spread the come on your faces."

The two sisters rubbed their faces together, spitting and kissing, their faces glistening.

Mike glanced over at Cynthia, still fingering her cunt, and told her: "Mother, come over here and fuck your husband."

She rose, crossed to them and straddled Howard.

Mike looked at the pair of daughters kneeling before him. "Now, both of you take turns sucking my cock."

Julie took him first, her lips and tongue tasting and teasing him. Monica took over after a minute, her lips sliding down on his manhood while her head throated him, deep. A few seconds of deepthroating and she passed him back to Julie. The younger sister duplicated the act, and Mike cried out in pleasure when his cock lodged deeply in the brunette's slippery throat.

Mike reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her further onto his cock.

She choked and gagged, coughing up a flood of spit and incestual semen onto Michael's throbbing penis, before trying to pull away. Michael held her there. He could feel her sucking desperately, trying to take in precious air. Finally, he pulled her off of his cock and let her take her desperate breaths.

The young brunette fell back, hacking.

"Monica, mount me."

The blonde quickly straddled Michael and he slid into her velvet pussy. Michael thrust up and into her and she rode him, pounding herself down on him. Michael looked at Cynthia and tried to watch both of them, as mother and daughter rode their respective partners.

"Oh, god... oh, god... oh, god... oh, god..." Cynthia was crying over and over.

Soon, Monica's howls of pleasure joined her mother's and Michael was treated to the glorious sight of dual blondes screaming and bouncing up and down on rock-hard cocks.

Mike looked up and took Monica's young, firm breasts in his hands. Her eyes met his and he could feel her inside, his cock inside her tight channel, his mind inside her head. Monica arched her back and leaned backwards. Mike's hands slid to her waist and he held her, helpless, in his grasp.

"Harder," Mike said.

The blonde girl pounded herself up and down on him and her sweet, incoherent cries continued to burst from her red lips.

Mike glanced at Cynthia and found her watching him, eyes impassioned and inflamed. She reached out for him and he grasped her hand. She pulled his hand to her breast and he fondled it as she rode her husband's cock.

"Oh... god, Michael..." Cynthia said, softly.

Howard grunted and came inside Cynthia, shouting out as his come burned its fiery way into his wife's hot love canal. Cynthia came with him, and Mike could feel her body shake and shiver as she cried out his name.

"Michael, oh, god, Master..." she hissed between clenched teeth.

Then it was Monica's turn, as Michael finally released his pent-up come into the blonde daughter. He ground his cock in deep and came. Monica thrashed atop him, orgasming in time with him. When her thrashings finally subsided, the younger blonde dropped to Michael's chest in exhaustion.

It took some time before Michael recovered. "Now, wasn't that fun?" he asked.

Howard and the girls nodded.

Cynthia smiled down at him from her position, mounted upon Howard's cock. She reached down to caress his face.

"You're so beautiful, my young lover," Cynthia's small, entranced voice came to him. "I want you inside me, again, baby."

Mike looked at Howard.

"Howard, I want you to take off on a two week trip to somewhere out of town. Las Vegas or wherever you like. Have some fun, spend some money. That way, Cynthia and I can spend some quality time together. Now Cynthia, I bet if you really try, you can rouse me for another go at you."

Mike gestured to the mother. Cynthia slowly crawled over to him, sat beside him and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

"Howard. Before you go, I want you to do one more thing for me."

"Anything, Mike," Howard replied.

"I want your daughters to kneel in the center of the family room." He watched as Monica and Julie moved to submissive positions.

"Howard, stand before them."

Howard took his position before his kneeling daughters.

"Now, I want you to deepthroat your daughters together. Do Monica first. Make it last. Long, deep strokes and then hold her for thirty seconds before releasing. Each time, I want you to go progressively longer."

Reaching out, Howard Winters took his daughter's, Monica's, head in his hands and plunged his cock into her mouth. He started off with a half a dozen strokes, enough to build up some saliva and, then, he plunged forward, cramming his cock down his daughter's throat, thrusting it in to the maximum depth. She gurgled around all seven inches of her father's thick penis.

Michael couldn't tell if she was trying to pull away or not, but her father's forceful hands held her head tight. Michael counted to thirty and watched as she was released in an explosion of gasping breaths, spit drooling down her chin and wetting her breasts.

She coughed and stared as if she were going to pass out, right there.

Michael couldn't fathom how the girl would survive another thirty seconds. He watched, enraptured, as Howard placed the head of his cock at his daughter's lips and slammed it home, raping her face with a good dozen strokes before holding his thick cock, and her head, in place. Watching Monica struggle, Mike put his hand on Cynthia's head and pushed her down to his lap.

Obediently, she took him between her lips. Michael put his hand on the back of her head, feeling the softness of her blonde curls, and held her there. He held the mother down, but he only had eyes for the daughter. Michael counted.

Somewhere around forty-five seconds, Howard let her go. The girl sagged and retched. Her face was nearly white from the abuse and she looked like the only thing holding her up was her father's hands in her hair.

Michael felt a gurgling, sucking pressure on his cock and released the mother. She spewed out copious amounts of saliva that wet his cock and the couch beneath. He could feel her lips on the head of his cock and her hot breath caressing the length of his shaft.

"Julie, take your sister's head and force it onto your father's cock. Hold her there for sixty seconds." Michael watched as Julie did as she was told, her slim hands pressing her sister into place. Michael counted to about forty and then Monica started struggling.

Monica managed to pull herself off and take a quick breath.

"Howard, take over," Mike ordered.

Howard grabbed his daughter's head, thrust his cock back into her mouth, and pressed her lips down to the thickly-veined base of his cock. He held her down, brutally, in a vise-like grip. This time, at about thirty seconds, Monica started thrashing about. 

"Hold her," Mike ordered.

Howard held her.

The daughter strained against her father's grip. The blonde pulled hard, trying to get away.

"Hold her," Mike said, harshly.

Howard was breathing hard, impassioned. He held his daughter, savoring the feeling of her conquered throat.

"Release!" Mike commanded.

The youthful blonde finally collapsed to the floor, coughing and sucking in wild breaths. Michael had counted a minute and a half.

Julie looked up at Howard with what Michael could only describe as undisguised adoration.

"Daddy," she said. She knew it was her turn.

"Howard, throatfuck the other one."

Remorselessly, Howard grabbed Julie's head and starting using her as he had Monica.

Mike turned Cynthia's face up so that she could watch the show. He held the mother's head in his lap and rubbed the side of her face with his cock, his fingers running through her hair. "Now, watch your husband face-rape your daughter, Cynthia, dear."

Mike watched as Howard's cock fucked into Julie's mouth, giving her a dozen powerful strokes before plunging in and gagging her. Mike's hands tightened in Cynthia's hair as Julie was braced and throated for a good thirty seconds. Mike grunted in pleasure as Julie was released with a gush of saliva and a rush of heavy breathing.

Howard rubbed his cock across Julie's face and, instinctively, Mike did the same with Cynthia. Cynthia turned her head to let the cock rub across her ruby-red, lipstick-covered lips.

Howard went back to facefucking and holding Julie.

Michael continued to slide his cock across Cynthia's face and lips.

Howard pulled out of Julie's throat after forty-five seconds and Julie seemed none the worse for wear.

"That girl is the mistress of blowjobs," Mike thought.

Tightening his hands in Cynthia's hair, Mike pushed her head down on his cock. Those ruby lips engulfed his dick and, holding her sideways, he could see her face in profile and the saliva oozing out between his engorged prick and the matron's sexy lips.

Cynthia pulled back and Mike let her.

Allowing Cynthia to catch her breath, Mike looked up to see Julie's face impaled upon her father's cock. Mike watched as the matron's young daughter tried to control her breathing (or lack thereof).

Howard pulled back for the third time.

Mike was impressed. A minute without air and Julie seemed fine. Monica had been half-dead when she had tried. Mike toyed with Cynthia's curls as he watched Howard rub his slime-covered dick all over his daughter's glistening face, before plunging his cock back inside. Mike watched Julie with interest, as she was held at the limit.

After sixty seconds, he could see the first signs of strain appear. Her body tightened a bit and he knew that her heart-rate was increasing as she was using up oxygen at an accelerated rate. After a minute and a half, just as she started to panic, Howard released her, and she wrenched herself off of his cock, gasping and coughing.

"Did you see that, Mrs. Winters? Your baby girl is a real champ, isn't she?" Mike felt Cynthia mumble something, her lips kissing at his cock. "Jack me off with your lips and throat, Mrs. Winters, and keep going until I come."

Cynthia complied, her lips opening and sliding down on Mike's engorged cock. Her lips gripped him, tightly, and she went all the way down, her throat encasing his bulging cock like a vise. She kept it down her throat for a few seconds then pulled back for a quick breath. She then repeated the process, over and over. It was excruciatingly erotic, and Mike suddenly understood the true origin of Julie's stupendous fellatio skills. Hands idly resting on the curly-haired blonde's head, as she bobbed up and down, rhythmically, Mike watched Howard thrust his cock down his daughter's throat.

Howard held Julie there, at the absolute limit, staring down at her face. Julie's eyes met her daddy's and they watched each other with intensity.

Mike counted, silently.

At sixty seconds the girl seemed fine, looking as though she could hold that position all day. At a minute and twenty seconds she started to squirm. At a minute and forty-two seconds she began trying to pull away, her thrashings growing increasingly desperate with each passing second. She was sucking, desperately, at her father's cock for air.

"She's going to make it," Mike thought.

Just as Mike counted two minutes, Howard released the little brunette.

"Ooooh! Ooooooh, fuck! Oooooooooh, god!" Howard cried out as he came on his daughter's gasping face.

"Jesus Christ!" Mike exclaimed and his own cock convulsed, sending a flood of come up his shaft to explode in Cynthia's beautiful, milking throat.

Retching at the surprise, the sexy matron pulled back, taking most of the glorious come on her perfect face.

Mike's eyes rolled up in his head, and he nearly passed out.

When his vision cleared, Mike could see Howard rubbing his daughter's face upon his patriarchal cock. The father released the daughter and she fell back beside her sister. They kissed; licking and sharing their father's come.

Mike looked at the two girls kissing on the floor and at the come-covered face of Mrs. Cynthia Winters.

"I should get going on my trip, now, Mike," Howard said.

"First, give me the keys to your best car, Howard," Mike said. "I'd like to borrow it while you're out of town. Oh, and I want you to leave a message at your bank. You'll be gone for two weeks, but in the meantime, Jennifer Connors is to receive the position of vice-president, with full benefits. And you are to leave her alone from now on."

"Of course, Mike. Anything for your mother."

"One more thing. Do you have any cash around here?"

"Sure, Mike. In the safe."

"Get it for me and leave, Howard."

Howard left the room and returned with some new clothes, a set of car keys and two stacks of hundred dollar bills. Howard set the keys and cash on the arm of the couch next to his naked, dominated wife and, without another word, left.

A minute later, Mike heard his car start up and drive away.

Mike turned and looked at Cynthia. "Just us now, baby," he said. She was sitting on the couch beside him, demurely, legs crossed and hands in her lap. Her face was still splattered with his come and her shoulder-length curly blonde hair was limp. In the light, like that, coated with his come, she looked beautiful and erotic. He noticed the gleaming wedding ring that he had seen before. He took her hand in his and slid the ring from her finger.

"You are mine, now, Cynthia. You will never fuck Howard, again. When he returns, we will send him away for good."

Cynthia nodded, submissively.

"Now, ride me while your daughters watch."

Mike fucked Cynthia Winters again. The two young daughters masturbated and fucked each other to orgasm, watching their new lover fuck their dominated mother. Mike tore into the mother, bouncing her on top of him, before changing position, taking her from behind and pounding her into the couch. He grabbed her blonde curls and wrenched her head back. He came in her, violently. Dominating her. Pleasing her. Owning her.

Late that night, Mike walked to the garage.

He started up the red and black '67 Chevy Corvette Sting Ray Convertible and drove off into the night, his fingers still playing with the gleaming diamond wedding ring in his pocket.



Compulsions Ch. 03



-13-

FRIDAY

Jennifer opened the backyard garage door and entered the dusty building. She didn't usually come back here. In fact, she didn't think that she had even been in here since her husband died a few months back. It was his place, and since his death, her son, Michael, had taken care of things.

Jennifer watched as the dim morning light pierced the darkness and fell across a stunning red and black monster of a vehicle.

Hearing something behind her, Jennifer spun. Michael was right behind her, so close that she jumped, involuntarily.

Michael grabbed her, quickly. "Mom, are you alright?"

"Michael, you startled me!"

"Sorry," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I heard you come out back," she said. "I wanted to know what you were doing." She traced her fingers across the Corvette's hood. "Where on earth did you get this?"

"I borrowed it from a friend," Mike said. "It's a car from your time, mom."

"My time?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Michael, this is a '67 Corvette. It was made two years before I was born."

Mike frowned. "Okay, so it's a little before you..."

"With a car like this, you might find yourself popular with the girls," she said, and smiled deeply, like one of those aforementioned girls.

"I was thinking it would be more of a turn-on to women like you."

"Well, I suppose that it does turn me on, at that." She pulled him to her and pressed her body close. Their lips met and they shared a passionate, thoroughly inappropriate, mother-son kiss.

Mike pushed Jennifer and her shoulders slammed back onto the hood. He quickly pulled her pants off. Unbuckling his jeans, he thrust his wanting cock home inside her waiting pussy.

Jennifer cried out.

Mike pulled out and thrust again, pounding deep inside her. His hands went to her tits and he squeezed. She bucked beneath him and he fucked her all out, pounding for all he was worth, giving her long, deep strokes that quickly drove her to the edge of ecstasy.

"Now, Michael, now!" she cried out and came, shaking violently.

Michael gave his mother another dozen powerful thrusts and then came himself, blasting his come deep inside her.

"I guess I should be going," Mike said, a few minutes later.

"Michael, I need to talk with you," Jennifer said.

"Not now, mom. I have to hurry." Mike quickly pulled his clothes on. He was afraid that she was going to ask him more questions. Questions that he wasn't sure he could easily answer.

"It's important, baby," she said. "There are some things that I have to tell you, some things that you need to know."

"I really have to go, mom," he said.

"You can use the Power, can't you?"

Mike turned. "What power?"

"The Ways," Jennifer said. "You have the ability to control other's minds."

"You know about the Compulsion?" Mike hissed.

"Is that what you call it? Yes, son. I know about it. I should have told you before, but I didn't know how." She looked at him, eyes brimming with emotion.

"How do you know?" Mike asked.

"Because I can use it, too."

Mike was shocked. "You can?" he asked.

"Sit down, son," she said. "And I'll tell you what I know."

Mike sat on the hood of the car, with Jennifer beside him. She rested her hand on his leg. She looked into his eyes, her intense blue eyes meeting his.

"There are three Ways to use the Compulsion, as you call it," Jennifer said.

"The first is Suggestion. Suggestion is the influencing of a subject's emotions. Whenever you arouse someone's emotions or remove their inhibitions, you are using this. It's the ability that I am best at and, from what I understand, women are more adept with. It does have one drawback. When Suggesting an emotion, keep in mind that you never know how long the emotion will be in effect. An extremely powerful emotion, like love or fear, could be in effect for years or maybe forever. I used it on you the night we first made love."

"The second way is Manipulation. When you confuse the mind to influence or alter a person's decision making, you are using this Way. I know that you have used this on me before, probably without knowing it or understanding it. It is very powerful, but tricky to use. It can literally do anything, ANYTHING, to the subject's mind. You can instill hallucinations in a mind. You can alter or implant memories, conclusions or beliefs in a subject. The fact that you can do it at all, and without instruction, is very impressive. I still have difficulty using even basic Manipulations."

"The final Way to use your Compulsion is Domination. It is the most blatantly powerful of the Ways and the most dangerous. It subjugates the subject's will and forces their actions according to your desires. When you dominate someone, you can never be sure what they're going to do, or even if they will snap out of the Domination. Some may follow your commands exactly and to the letter, some may follow the meaning behind your commands and some few may even be immune to your Domination. It seems that men are more adept with this power than women. I, myself, am afraid to use it. If you do employ it, be very careful, Michael."

"You said that you used the Compulsion on me?" Mike asked. "And I know that I used it on you, even if I didn't mean to. Is there a danger in that?"

Jennifer smiled. "There is always some danger in using the Power, Michael. Each time it is used on a subject, it grows more and more powerful. Compelling a person more than twice can turn them into your mind-slave permanently and damage their individuality. But there is less danger for people like us who can use it. You can take control of me if your will is stronger or if you catch me unprepared, but the effects of the Compulsion will never last very long when one of us uses it on another. Usually not more than a day or two. And it cannot be permanent, if that's what you're worried about."

"How did this happen? I mean, why can I, we, use this power?"

Jennifer sighed. "You're coming to the limits of my knowledge, Michael. I know that it is passed down through the bloodlines. It's probably genetic, but who knows? Maybe exposure to the use of the power can allow someone to learn it. Or maybe others can be taught. I acquired all my knowledge from my father."

"You mean, he could Compel people, too?" Mike asked.

"Yes," Jennifer said. "Though... I don't think he was as powerful as you are. He taught me how to use all the Ways."

"What happened to him, anyway?"

"He died mysteriously, before you were born. I don't know what of and none of the doctors could ever explain it to me. I often think that it had something to do with the Ways, but I could never figure out what or how. For a long time after his death, I tried to limit my own use of the three Ways. Eventually, I gave them up, completely. Until your father died in that car wreck, and you started using the Power. Then, I knew I had to tell you, to teach you how to use the Ways and how to control them."

"I thought..." Mike began.

"That you were some sort of freak?" she asked.

"No. I was going to say: I thought I was alone."

Jennifer smiled. "No, you're not alone, Michael. Not while I'm with you." She hugged him, tightening her arms around his back and pressing her breasts to his chest. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of her body, smelled her neck and hair.

"Where were you last night, Michael?"

"Nowhere..."

"Tell me, please, Michael," she pleaded. "I won't be upset. I just don't want to lose you to a secret life."

Mike frowned. And he told her. Maybe he left out some of the gory sex details, but he told her the general idea of what happened. The phone call from Miss St. John. His anger. The orders that he gave Howard Winters.

"Mike, you shouldn't have done that..."

"You said that you wouldn't be upset!"

"I'm not upset. I just meant that you don't have to be my defender. I'm capable of taking care of myself."

"If I can't take care of my own mother," Mike protested. "Then what kind of man will I be? I had to do what I did." Mike shook his head. "What would you have done when he fired you?"

"I guess I would have looked for another job, Mike."

"You wouldn't have fought back?"

"What good would it have done?" she asked, helplessly.

"I suppose there are some differences between men and women." Mike said. "I wouldn't have given up with a struggle..."

"And some punishment," he thought, silently.

"I suppose there are differences, at that..." Jennifer said, and caressed his face.

"I have to go, mom."

She pulled her hand away. "Of course. I'll see you, tonight."

"I have a date, tonight, mom. Sorry, I forgot to tell you."

Jennifer smiled: a beaming, happy grin that Mike didn't quite know what to make of. "You'll have to tell me all about it."

"Right..."

-14-

"Michael Connors, please report to the office..." the order was blaring over the PA system when Mike walked into school.

Mike shook his head. Unless Robin wanted to give him a blowjob before classes, she better have a good explanation for this. If there was one thing that Mike hated, it was being summoned like a dog.

Mike entered the office.

The secretary, a young woman named Cameron Cox, gave him a solemn, embarrassed look and pointed to Robin's office door. She was around five-foot-five with shoulder-length colored blonde hair and dark eyes. She was fiddling with a small digital camera, one that she always had nearby.

Mike entered Robin's office.

"What can I do for you, Principal sexy...?" Mike stopped when he saw that Robin was not alone.

Another woman was there, standing beside Robin's desk, arms folded over her breasts. Robin was seated and bore a chastised look, her eyes down. She looked almost as if she had been crying.

"What's going on?" Mike asked.

"Have a seat, Mr. Connors," the standing woman said.

Mike looked, seeing her for the first time.

She was several years older than Robin, he guessed. She had shoulder-length black hair, shot through with silver at the temples and an angry pair of blue eyes that flashed warningly at him. A few years ago, she might have been pretty, beautiful even. Or maybe it was her stance and the look on her face that marred her appearance.

"Who are you?" Mike demanded.

"Superintendent Joan Wheeler," the older woman said. "And you're Mr. Michael Connors, aren't you?"

Mike strode up to her, unafraid. The days of him being intimidated by women were over, he decided. Whoever this bitch was, she would learn not to fuck with him. She was much shorter than Robin Walsh, maybe five-foot-four, and Mike himself towered a head taller than her. He looked down at her and she took an involuntary step back.

"Sit, please..." the superintendent said.

"Michael..." Robin said and gave him a look of embarrassment and defeat.

Mike sat.

The superintendent, Joan, turned a computer screen towards Mike and pressed a button on the keyboard. Immediately, a video started playing.

It was a recording. Mike instantly recognized it. It was a video of this very room, on Monday. On the screen, Miss Walsh was on her knees, gripping his cock and jacking him off.

Mike watched and listened.

"Jack me off onto your mature fucking face, Robin..." he heard himself say. Mike watched the video, entranced. The scene played out as it had in his memory, with her following all of his orders.

"Grab your breast... Put your finger in your mouth... Fucking blow me, Miss Walsh... I'm coming! I'm coming, Miss Walsh! Jack me, now!"

Mike watched as the jizz splashed all over Robin's face. She had such a look of passion and love. Love for him.

Joan Wheeler reached out to pause the video, holding on the look on Robin Walsh's face. Seen from another angle, it was more beautiful than before. Suddenly, the memory took on a whole new meaning for Mike.

Robin had her head in her hands, Mike saw, her face resigned. She was going to lose her job, she knew. She glanced up at him, just for a second, but Mike saw it again. Her eyes sparkled, showing love in a look.

A look for him, alone.

"Can you explain this, Mr. Connors?" Joan asked.

"I could explain it," Mike said, suddenly angry. "But I don't think that you could really understand what I feel for Robin. I was in charge. You should blame me, alone. I only made her do what I wanted her to do."

"You were in charge..." Joan scoffed. "I'm sorry, no. I don't buy that for a minute. I have no other choice. Miss Walsh, you are hereby terminated. You have until the end of the day to pack your things and leave your office. And you're just plain lucky that this young man is 18 years old. Otherwise, you would be going to jail."

Michael stood and took a step towards the superintendent. The older woman backed off, suddenly fearful.

"Michael!" Robin said. "Stop, please!"

Mike stopped. He didn't know why, but he did what she told him.

Robin stood to face the woman. "I'll accept the termination, but not your judgment. Who are you to lecture me? What does a woman like you know about love?" She stepped around her desk, crossed to Michael and took his arm.

"You're both crazy!"

"I'll be gone by the end of the day. Now, just leave..." Robin said.

Joan glared at her for a moment more and then left the office.

Mike almost tried to go after her, but Robin's arms held him. "You should have let me do something," Mike said.

"What could you do, Michael? She showed the tape to the whole school board. Even if you could convince or threaten her, the others would never agree. And you'd just get yourself in trouble."

"You'd be surprised what I can do..." Mike said.

"No. I'll take the punishment for this one."

"Miss Walsh, I'm sorry..."

"Miss Walsh is gone, Michael. Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that again. Call me Robin... or sexy... or baby... or whatever you want."

"So you still like me?" Mike asked.

"Of course, I still like you," Robin said.

Mike shook his head. "You're an amazing woman, Robin," he said, softly.

"Be careful of Joan Wheeler, Mike. She'll try to make trouble for you..." Robin hesitated for a second. "I don't doubt that she will inform your mother of our relationship... I... I'm sorry... I don't know what I can do about that..."

She was trying to protect him. The woman was unbelievable. Maybe that was what it meant to have an older woman. Or maybe it was just her way. Mike didn't know, but Robin Walsh was growing more attractive to him by the moment.

"Don't worry. I can handle it, Robin."

She laughed, throatily. "Yeah, I don't doubt it. You're a very capable young man."

She reached out to him, suddenly, and touched his stomach, lightly, caressing his abs through his shirt. Her fingers traced his ribs and his muscles.

Mike looked at her, at the lust in her eyes.

"You like strong men, Robin?"

"Uh, huh," she murmured and pressed her generous lips to his. The next few moments were long and impassioned, as their tongues dueled for supremacy.

Mike caught Robin's tongue with his lips and sucked.

"Mummm..." she murmured.

Mike released her and kissed her on the face and neck. Dragging his lips down her chest, he pressed his face into her heavy breasts and rubbed his cheek over the large blouse-covered mounds.

"Oh, Michael..."

Mike knelt before her and pushed her skirt up. Pulling the tight black panties down her legs, he slipped them off.

"Are you going to take those, too, lover?"

Mike smiled. "I'll let you keep these, babe. I already have a black pair." She smiled back as she stared down at him, hands caressing Mike's hair.

Mike pressed his face into her sex and his lips embraced her, sucked her and teased her.

"Oh, ohh, yess..."

He thrust his tongue inside her, tickling her delightfully, and felt her hands tighten in his hair and pull him closer.

"Oh, god! Fuck me, my young lover... Michael... oh, yes," she cried.

His teeth and tongue teased and tickled her to full arousal and she cried out, coming on her young lover's face. Mike lapped at her juices, eagerly.

Robin's tight fingers loosened in his hair, and she started rubbing and petting him, affectionately. Mike stood and Robin kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

"You like that taste, don't you?" Mike asked.

"I've always enjoyed the taste of a woman, even myself," Robin explained. She looked at him intently. "Are you going to take me?"

"Not until I get you home. I want to fuck you in your own bed."

"Good," she said. "I want to get out of here."

Mike helped Robin pack her things. It was quite a few items because, after all, she had been the school principal for many years. Together they took the things to her car and left the school.

A few students and teachers stared as they left, and Mike didn't care what they were thinking.

-15-

Robin took Mike to her house.

Mike entered and looked around, admiring and enjoying what he saw. It was a simple, but comfortable place, more like where Mike thought a bachelor would live then a middle-aged single woman. It was cool and dark inside. Robin dropped her stuff on the dining room table, heavily. Un-tucking her blouse, she unbuttoned it and pulled it off, revealing her firm breasts.

Mike stared. "Do you ever wear a bra, Robin?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I need a hot shower. Why don't you look around for a while and then join me."

She winked and walked away, her firm breasts swaying slightly.

Mike watched her go, regretfully. She entered the bathroom and he heard her turn the sink faucet on. Mike shrugged and wandered around the place. He perused the living room, the study, the kitchen. He took a bottle of beer from the fridge, drinking as he explored. He entered the bedroom. It was dominated by a king-size bed with a frame made of heavy walnut. He threw himself on the bed. Comfy, he thought. Perfect for fucking. Mike stood and looked in the mirror. He stripped naked and tossed his clothes on a nearby chair.

He heard the shower start and smiled. It looked like Robin was ready for him. Why keep her waiting?

Mike started toward the door and passed the dresser. He set the beer bottle down and his eyes were drawn to a diamond ring lying beside another, heavier, unadorned man's ring. Mike picked them up. Both were lying atop an old photograph of a young couple. It took Michael a moment to recognize Miss Robin Walsh. Mike turned the photo over. It read: Phillip Jonathan Walsh and Robin Linda Barrett -- 1989.

Mike smiled. Robin had been married. He didn't know why he had assumed that she never had been. He took another look at the photo. Robin had been a looker back then, but, in Mike's opinion, nothing like now. The younger woman had the same devastating figure, but her face was full and youthful, unlike the older woman's strong, chiseled features.

Putting down the photo and the rings, Michael walked to the bathroom and entered. The room was bigger than he expected, dominated by a large walk-in shower. Inside, Robin Barrett Walsh ran her fingers through her long, wet midnight hair.

Mike entered the roomy shower. Coming up behind Robin, he slid his hands up her back and over her shoulder-blades. Moving his hands to her neck and shoulders, Mike massaged them, firmly.

"Uuuummm," she murmured. "Ooohhh, yes..."

Mike slid his hands around her neck, feeling the sensuous warmth of her vulnerable throat, and pressed his chest against her back. He kissed at the back of her neck and nibbled at her skin, playfully. He turned her to face him and kissed her on the mouth. He pressed against her, her tits crushed against his chest.

With sudden strength, Robin pushed him backwards, against the shower tiles. She put her hands on his chest and slid to her knees, drawing her fingernails down his chest and abdomen.

Mike felt the heat of her face and her lips, as she rubbed and licked around the head of his swelling cock. The warmth and wetness of her mouth went far beyond that of the shower and Mike luxuriated in the exceptional feeling. He looked down, and watched as Robin took him inside her.




Compulsions Ch. 03



She thrust her mouth down upon him, her lips squeezing his cock and drawing a growl of pleasure from him.

He grasped her dark, wet locks and thrust himself deeper into her mouth, penetrating her throat. Her glorious red lips encircled the base of his swelling cock and her dark eyes opened and stared up at him. "Oh, fuck yes, Robin," he gasped out. Mike grabbed her shoulder and head and spun her around. He pressed her head back against the tiles, his cock still throating her.

"Uuuuhmm, uhhhmmm, ahhh," she gurgled and groaned.

Mike pulled back from her throat. He watched as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. The shower sprayed him, striking his chest and sending water cascading down his body and onto Robin's head and shoulders.

"Oh god, Michael!" she said. "I love you, baby. I want you so badly --"

She cut off as he shoved his cock back in her mouth, throating her and trapping her head between him and the tiled wall. She moaned. Another thrust. She moaned, harder. A third and her moan turned into a squeal. A fourth and she tried to pull away.

Mike released her and pulled his cock from her lips.

"Oh, god! How does anyone do that?" Her eyes looked up at him.

"You're doing great, baby," Mike said. "Try again?"

She nodded and he gripped her head, thrusting deep. He could feel her struggle and her throat opened to him.

"Oh, Robin! Use your tongue!"

Her tongue rubbed across the underside of his shaft.

"Oh god, Robin! Suck on it!"

She sucked at his cock, as if trying to drain him. Her dark eyes stared up at him.

Mike pulled back and then thrust in, deep. She gagged. Again. She gurgled. He was thrusting in and out of her throat, skullfucking her while she choked and gagged on his big cock. Her eyes looked at him, begging him to stop.

"Just a little longer, baby..."

He pulled out and she gulped a breath.

"God that was brutal!" she said.

"You're so fucking hot!" Mike said and pulled her to her feet. "Now, I'm going to fuck you in your bed like I promised!"

Mike and Robin left the shower.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash that shook the house. The front door slamming, Mike realized.

"Uh, oh," Robin said. "I think that's Sam."

A few seconds later, Sam came into the hallway and spotted them together. "Why didn't you tell me?!" she said accusingly to Robin.

"Sam, don't be angry," Robin said.

"I shouldn't be upset?" Sam said, incredulously.

"What was I supposed to say to you?" Robin said, defensively. "I didn't want to ruin your day. I thought that I would just tell you later, tonight."

"That's not it! You thought that I would make a scene!"

"You can still lose your job, Samantha," Robin said. "Wheeler wouldn't hesitate if she got one whiff off our relationship."

Samantha stared at her for a moment, questioningly. "Then, she didn't fire you because of us. Wait... She fired you because of him, didn't she?!"

"Yes, she did," Mike admitted.

"Why didn't you do something about it?!" Sam demanded of Mike. "What kind of fucking man are you?"

"I tried! She stopped me!" Mike said, defensively. "I don't expect you to believe it, but I'd do anything to help Robin."

"Men!" Sam scoffed. "Well, if you won't do anything, then I'll sure as hell do something about that goddamned bitch!"

Mike took a step toward Sam, but Robin's touch stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Robin broke in.

"To get Wheeler to change her mind!" Sam said, hotly.

"No, you're not!" Robin said.

She grabbed the smaller women and pulled her around, to face her. "What's done is done and neither of you are going to do anything to jeopardize your standing with the school. Promise me! Both of you!"

Sam and Mike stood staring at each other. Neither of them, nor Robin, was sure if they were going to go at each other or join forces.

"I mean it! I want your promises!"

Reluctantly Sam promised Robin. Mike did as well, but made another promise to get revenge. After all, there were plenty of things that he could do that wouldn't jeopardize his school career.

"Now, come on..." Robin touched Sam's face. "Let's all calm down a little..."

Robin took them each by the hand and pulled them into the bedroom. Her hands when to Michael's chest and she pushed him down on the bed. She was a strong woman and somewhat domineering, Mike had noticed. He lay there as she pressed her wet body against Sam's and kissed her, deeply. He watched as she removed Sam's clothing.

"Baby, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Robin said. "I love you. Do you love me?" Robin toyed with Sam's clothes, picking at the buttons on her blouse. "Say you understand, baby, please?"

"I understand, Robin," Sam said and kissed her, the blonde's tongue and lips running over the dark-haired woman's face.

Robin stripped off the smaller woman's clothes. Kneeling before her, she pulled her panties off last, and gave the athletic woman's shaved snatch a deep and passionate kiss. Sam looked down at her, lovingly, and brushed back a lock of raven hair. Then, kissing and licking, the brunette pleasured the blonde's wet pussy with her tongue. It went on for several pleasurable minutes.

"Robin?" Mike said, suddenly. The dark-haired matron paused in her licking and peeked over at him.

"Stand up."

Robin did as she was told.

"Lay on the bed, beside me."

Moving sexily, the matron complied.

"Sam," Mike ordered, "lay on top of her."

The blonde followed his orders, as well. Their lips met and they kissed again.

Mike positioned himself between their legs and pressed his cock into Robin's warm cunt. A quick thrust and he was inside her. Her lips made murmuring sounds into Sam's mouth.

Putting his hands on Sam's back, he fucked his cock into Robin's pussy.

"Oh, god! You're so tight, Robin!"

"Uuuhhmmmm," came her reply.

Mike gave Robin a dozen thrusts, his hands feeling the firmness of Sam's waist and ass. Mike pulled out and thrust his cock into Sam's tight channel. A dozen thrusts for her and he switched back to Robin. Back and forth, he pounded each in succession.

"Oh, Robin! Oh god, I'm going to fucking take you!"

He switched.

"Sam, you fucking bitch! I'm going to pound your lesbian cunt! You fucking bitch!"

He switched back. Back and forth until both were screaming, in unison. He could feel Sam's cunt clench, as she came. Pulling out, Mike shoved his cock into Robin and thrust in deep. They were close and the last thrust took them both over the edge. Robin came like crazy and Mike blew his semen deep inside her cunt. Robin convulsed on Mike's cock, while Sam thrashed on top of her.

All three of them came, together.

"Oh, god!" Sam said. "What a fucking high!" She rolled off of Robin and pulled Mike down between them. Together, the blonde and brunette rained kisses on the young man's face, neck and shoulders.

-16-

Friday night came.

Abby Prescott saw headlights flash on the living room window and ran to look out. It must have been the twelfth time she had checked.

An unfamiliar car pulled in the driveway and Abby wondered who it could be. Then she saw Joy waving to her from the open top of the convertible and heard the horn honk.

"Dad! It's them!" she called out. "I'll be back, late!"

"Not too late, okay?" he called back.

"Bye, daddy!" she said and ran out the door.

Abby ran up to the passenger's door of the convertible and stopped. "Oh, my god, where did you get this?"

"I know," Joy gushed to her friend. "Isn't it great? It's Mike's father's car." That was the lie that Mike had told her.

She frizzed Mike's hair from the back seat.

"A 1967 Chevrolet Corvette," Abby announced. "My dad would kill for this car!"

Jim jumped into the back with Joy, freeing up the passenger seat for Abby. Mike opened the door for her. "Get in," he said and smiled.

Smoothing an auburn lock of hair behind her ear, Abby slid in beside Mike and pulled the car door shut.

"Where are we going?"

"Your choice, baby," he said. "But, I've got these." He showed her the four Christina Aguilera tickets that he had bought (at a scalper's exorbitant price, of course) with Howard's money.

"Oh, my god," the redhead said, excitedly. "How did you get those? That concert was sold out months ago!" She grabbed him, kissing him on the lips. After a couple of seconds, she pulled back, surprised at herself. Abby looked at Mike, red-faced and embarrassed by her impulsive action. She wanted to look away from him, but found that she couldn't. She couldn't see anything but his eyes.

Jim punched Mike in the arm, and Joy whistled.

"Let's go," Abby said, quietly.

Mike smiled at her, backed the car out of the driveway and took off into the night.

Dinner was first and Mike offered to pay. After all, he had quite a bit of money that he had gotten from Howard.

The concert was great, at least for the girls. Mike had bought the tickets for Abby, which had bothered Jim at first, but after seeing Joy's reaction, Jim had warmed up to Mike's choice.

Afterwards, the group went out to a dance club, and Mike and Jim busied themselves with dancing with the girls and trying to steal a kiss or two. Several dances later, they took a table.

"I'll get some drinks," Mike said. He stood and walked to the bar.

A gorgeous brunette was serving the patrons. She had on a black top, cut low to reveal more of her breasts then it concealed. She was statuesque and glamorous, with vibrant skin, strong arms and voluptuous legs. She looked at him and he suddenly felt self-conscious.

Mike asked her for four drinks.

"What are you having?" she asked. Her voice was husky and sexy.

"Good question," he said. "What do you suggest?"

"Something simple: beer. Or something a little harder: Jack Daniels." She looked at his hesitance. "How old are you?"

"Uh, twenty-one..." Mike answered, shakily, suddenly afraid of the prospect of getting caught. Something about the woman had him feeling nervous. Maybe it was her confident, commanding demeanor. Briefly, she reminded him of Robin Walsh, though she was much younger, maybe in her late twenties. Still, she was old enough and confident enough to make him uneasy.

"Sure... I'm Celeste," she said.

Celeste extended her hand and Mike took it. She squeezed his hand, firmly. "Not bad," she said. "What's your name? Do you work out?"

"Mike Connors. And yes, I do."

Celeste smiled as she filled four tall glasses. "There you go, Mike," she said.

"Thanks," he said and slid one of Howard's hundreds across the bar.

Celeste took it and her eyebrows rose. "Who are you? Some rich kid from the hills?"

"Nah, just trying to impress my girl."

"The redhead?" she questioned, shooting a look across the room and getting a nod from Mike. "Nice girl. I wish you luck, Mike." Celeste smiled and, to Mike's amazement, she slid the bill into her cleavage.

"Did she just wish me luck in getting laid?" Mike wondered. "How cool is that!"

"Thanks, Celeste," Mike said and took the drinks back to his table.

"Yes!" Joy exclaimed. "I thought she was going to shoot you down." She grabbed her drink and took a swallow.

Jim copied her, kicking back a long swallow, while Mike and Abby sipped at theirs.

Joy reached out and touched Mike's bicep. "Thanks for the concert, Mike. It was really great!" She slid her slender fingers down Mike's muscular arm and then took them away, when he looked at her. Luckily, Jim was drinking and didn't see. Joy winked at Mike, and Mike quickly looked at Abby.

Abby's attention was diverted by the music and she didn't see Joy's movement.

"Oh... you're welcome, Joy," Mike responded. He downed the rest of his drink and set it down. Mike chatted with Abby and, after a while, Celeste came up to the table and set several beer bottles in front of them.

"There you go, Mike," she said, throatily.

"Thanks," Mike replied. He slid another hundred across the table to her. Celeste winked at him and Ben joined his twin in between her breasts.

The four of them continued chatting and laughing, together. Mike and Jim told funny stories to the girls, each trying to top the other with the practical jokes they had played and the embarrassing situations they had been in.

Celeste returned twice more with beers and Jack Daniels, each time receiving another bill of Howard's money from Mike. The third bill bought a blown kiss from her. The forth earned him a hot and sultry look. She touched his hand and tapped her fingers on his coaster. Mike looked down and saw something scrawled across the paper coaster. He picked it up and looked.

"Meet me in the back..." it read.

Mike looked up, in time to see her glance at him from the back door. Then she disappeared through it, into the backroom.

Mike excused himself and followed, weaving his way through the crowd of drinkers and dancers. He pushed the backroom door open. "Where did she go?" he wondered. His blood was pumping and he turned to the right. He saw Celeste down the next hallway, but she wasn't alone.

A man dressed in black was pressing her against the wall, sliding a glimmering steel blade along her cheek. "Did you miss me, baby?" the man asked, his voice soft, but intimidating. "I certainly missed you, whore. And it's a good thing I found you, you know?"

Mike started towards them. "What the hell are you doing?" Mike said to the guy. His heart was pounding in his chest.

Turning, the man pointed the knife at Mike.

Celeste took the opportunity to slip free of him and darted towards Mike.

"Who the fuck is this kid, Celeste?"

"Get out of here, Kyle," Celeste said. "I don't want to see you, again." Her voice was shaking. She seemed like a tough girl, but Mike realized she was scared. Though Mike had a good twenty pounds and three inches on the guy, Celeste was virtually helpless against him.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he hollered. "You better get out of my way, kid, before you have a very bad night!"

Mike took a step towards the guy, the desire to beat his face in filling him almost uncontrollably. Their eyes met, for a moment. Mike felt a tingling sensation all over. "Drop the knife," Mike said and the guy stopped dead, the blade dropping from his nerveless fingers. Mike stepped forward and decked him hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. Snatching up the knife, Mike gripped it tightly in his hand and hissed.

"Leave the girl alone from now on, and I promise I won't find you and fucking kill you! Now, get the fuck out of here!"

The man stood, quickly, and took off, catapulting through the back door.

"Holy shit!" Celeste said. "I've never seen Kyle handled like that."

"I should have kicked his fucking ass!" Mike said, blowing air out between his teeth. He was shaking, now, either from rage or shock.

Celeste grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him close against her.

"Hey, that was amazing, honey," she said and kissed him, deeply, sliding her tongue past his lips.

Mike pulled away from her lips with a gasp. "What? What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"You! You turn me on!" Celeste said. She pushed him against the wall. Grasping his shirt, she pulled it out and slid her hands underneath it, feeling his chest. She slid her fingernails down his chest, scraping him. She grabbed at his belt.

Mike's mind was awhirl. He had expected a kiss from her, maybe a phone number. But not this.

With a hot, sultry look, Celeste dropped Mike's pants and pulled out his cock. He felt her hot breath on his manhood and then her lips sucked him inside.

"What... what the hell are you doing?" Mike asked, dumbly.

She pulled off of him. "Lubrication," she said, and plunged her hot mouth back down on his cock.

"Oh, god!" Mike sighed, in ecstasy.

Pulling her lips back, she took a long lick up the underside of his shaft and then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Her dark eyes stared into his and her lips closed over his cock for a third time, slurping down to take him in her throat. Shaking her head from side to side, she forced herself down further on him. She gagged a bit, but pushed through it, her lips pressing down all the way to his pubes.

Mike growled as he felt his cock lodge in her throat.

His head thumped against the wall and he closed his eyes. Celeste continued to work on him. Neither of them saw the lock of auburn hair and the blue eye peeking out around the corner.

Abby Prescott watched, entranced, as her prospective boyfriend received a stunning blowjob from the brunette. At first she was outraged, then interested, and then finally she was aroused by the sight.

Inching forward, Abby tried to get a better view. Then Mike opened his eyes and Abby pulled back, quickly.

Heart pounding, Abby wondered if she had been seen. Her hand went to her chest. She decided to stay where she was. If she moved, they might hear her. If she looked again, they would definitely see her.

The slurping and sucking sounds were becoming more and more intense. Abby quickly felt herself becoming aroused. Ever so slowly, Abby Prescott's hand drifted to her crotch...

Pulling back with a gasp, Celeste smiled and let her lips play over Michael's cockhead, massaging him with the full red pair.

Mike was in heaven. Sighing, he put his hands in her hair and pulled her onto him, grinding her head down on his hard cock. Mike facefucked her for a couple of minutes, sliding his shaft into her mouth over and over until she was drooling prodigiously from his cock.

She pulled back. "That's enough foreplay. I want you inside me, baby."

Celeste stood and quickly slipped out of her jeans and panties. Throwing her arms and legs around him, she pulled herself onto his engorged cock.

Mike pushed her back to the wall and pulled up her shirt, squeezing at her heavy, teardrop shaped breasts. He thrust into her, humping with wild abandon, while simultaneously squeezing, kissing and mauling her luxurious breasts. Pressing her to the wall, he stared into her eyes as he fucked her desperately, his cock ramming her harder and harder with each thrust, pressing deeper and deeper with each wild fuck of his cock, until she cried out and came, convulsing and thrashing upon him. A few more wanton thrusts and Mike came, ejaculating his semen into her wet, milking pussy.

Celeste kissed at his lips and they shared a smile. "You were wonderful, baby. I want to take you home and give you the full treatment."

Mike let her down and quickly dressed. "Some other time, I hope," Mike said. "I have to get back to my friends."

Around the corner, Abby heard this and risked discovery to slip away.

Celeste slid a card into Mike's pocket. "Call me, if you're ever in the neighborhood."

Mike smiled at her and left. He returned to his table.

"Where have you been, man?" Jim asked.

Mike grabbed Abby's hand and pulled her to her feet. Abby froze, wondering if she had been discovered.

"Let's get out of here, okay?" he said.

Mike dropped another hundred on the table for Celeste and the group left.

Outside, Mike opened the car door for Abby. "Anything else you want to do, tonight? I can take you home if you want." Abby shook her head and touched his hand. "I don't want to go home. I want to be with you, Mike."

Jim turned to Joy. "What about you, baby?"

"I'm with you until morning comes..." she told him and kissed his lips. "Let's find a place where we can all go."

"I know just the place," Mike said.

-17-

Howard's penthouse was dark. Mike flicked the lights on and entered, followed by Abby, Joy and finally, Jim.

"Hello!" Jim exclaimed when he saw the interior. He immediately crossed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Taking a couple of beers, he tossed one to Mike.

"My god," Joy said, as she surveyed the room. She glided across the room, letting her fingers drift across the big screen HDTV mounted on the wall and stopped in front of the expensive stereo system. She turned it on and selected a song. "I don't know whose place this is, but I like it!" Music filled the room.




Compulsions Ch. 03



"Are we supposed to be here, Mike?" Abby asked.

"Of course, we are. Don't you trust me?" Mike grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She filled his arms nicely, her body pressed into his and her head turned up to stare into his eyes.

Joy unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She tossed it onto the floor and danced to the music, running her hands over her toned abs and shapely breasts, swaying in time to the beat. As she did, her long legs flashed in a complicated series of dance moves.

Jim crossed the room to her.

She stepped up close to him and took the bottle from his hand. Tipping it back, she took a long pull. She pressed her lips to his and they shared the swallow. She pulled away and tipped the bottle again, this time letting the liquid flow down between her breasts, wetting them and the black bra that she wore.

Instinctively, Jim grabbed her and lowered his face to her breasts. He lapped at her.

"Joy!" Abby said, stunned.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Abigail!" Joy said. "It's not like I'm blowing him!"

"Damn, that's too bad," Jim said. "That would just blow my mind! I'd kill for something like that."

"Oh, really? If I did it, would you promise me something? To give me something that I really, really want?"

"Sure." Jim said, without hesitation.

"Shit!" Mike said. "Don't you want to know what she wants, first?"

"Not really! I just want my fucking blowjob!"

"Alright," Joy said. "Just remember that I've got a favor coming from you..." And she quickly knelt before Jim.

"Joy!" Abby said and turned away.

"No! No!" Mike grabbed Abby. "Let's watch her." He sat and pulled the redhead onto his lap, her back to his chest. Holding her by the waist, he forced her to watch Joy's erotic performance. Abby squirmed, but he held her still.

Joy was caressing Jim's crotch, her hands running over his bulging manhood. Only the denim of Jim's jeans kept her from his throbbing flesh. She turned her eyes up to him and unzipped his jeans. Pulling his jeans down, and then his underwear, she had him naked from the waist down in no time.

Abby gasped at the sight of Jim's cock. It was the first live penis she had ever seen. She hadn't known what to expect, but he looked like he was maybe seven or eight inches long. She didn't know much about men, but weren't penises like his supposed to be uncommon?

"My god, he's so long..." she said, quietly.

Mike heard her and whispered into her ear: "I can beat him." She turned her head, just enough to give him a shocked look. "Now, watch! Watch!"

Abby turned back in time to see her new friend's mouth close over Jim's swelled cock.

"Oh, god," he moaned, watching the blonde intently. Her lips milked him, making sensual sucking sounds as she looked up at him.

Abby watched her friend take several inches inside her mouth. Her lips were locked around Jim's cock, only an inch or two from the base, and yet, she was still struggling to get more into her mouth!

Abby felt Mike's hands on her shoulders, massaging her. He moved his hands to her hair, rubbing and caressing, dragging his fingers through her auburn locks.

Mike and Abby watched as Joy pulled back, without success, and attacked Jim with more gusto, the second time. Abby watched in wonder as Joy pushed her head down onto Jim's shaft, taking the entire monstrous thing into her mouth! But how could she do it? There was nowhere for it go, except... down her throat!

Mike's fingers ran through Abby's hair, pulling and tightening. "Are you going to do that to me, tonight, Abigail?" Mike asked her, quietly.

She turned her face to him, shock flooding her cheeks anew with scarlet. Mike smiled at her reaction. He pulled her face to him and he kissed her, his tongue thrusting inside her sexy mouth and going deep. She responded to his desires and her tongue and mouth accepted him further inside.

"Nice..." Mike murmured, after the kiss had ended. "But my cock is bigger than my tongue..."

Abby turned away, her face a bright red.

Mike smiled. He had never met a girl with a prettier blush.

"Oh, look," Mike said, and Abby turned back to see Jim with his powerful hands locked on either side of Joy's helpless head. He was working his cock forcefully into her mouth. So forcefully, it seemed to Abby, that he was raping her. She was about to tell Jim to stop, and wondering how she could get him to, when he pulled out of Joy's mouth and the slender blonde took a deep breath and smiled up at him. She proceeded to lick at his cock, as if it was a lollypop and she was a little girl...

"Mike... can we go?" Abby said.

"You don't like what you see?" he asked her.

"I... feel a little bit like... I'm intruding..."

Mike nodded and gathered her into his arms. He stood and carried her like her weight was nothing, taking her off to the master bedroom. He entered with her in his arms and Abby stared.

The room had a large circular bed, mirrors on the ceiling and walls and exceptional video and stereo systems. Abby blushed. It was a fuck-chamber. She had never believed that she would ever be in one.

Mike laid her on the circular bed and, standing before her, he proceeded to strip his clothes off.

Abby watched with increasing embarrassment as Mike's clothes ended up on the floor. At last, she saw his cock. Her eyes bulged. He had been telling the truth. He was bigger than Jim. Maybe only an inch or so, it was true, but it was enough to startle the young redhead. He was fully erect and as hard as a rock.

"Joy turned you on, didn't she, Michael?" Abby asked.

"She's good at what she does," Mike admitted. "But it's the anticipation of taking you that's got me so hard..."

Abby could only stare at his words. "But Joy's so thin and pretty, Michael. I know that I'm not pretty like her."

Mike grabbed her hands and pulled her to sit on the side of the bed. "Are you crazy, Abigail?" he said, astounded. "I can barely contain myself. I've never seen a woman or girl as beautiful as you. Tell me that you want me. Tell me that you'll be mine. I need you so badly."

"I... I want you, Michael. But I... I've never... I haven't..." her voice trailed off.

"You're a virgin," Mike said.

Abby nodded.

"Then I'm going to take you and break you in, tonight, baby," Mike said.

Abby shivered at his words.

"Stand up, Abby," Mike said.

She stood.

"Take your clothes off," Mike ordered.

Reaching up, Abby pulled off her purple top. Not knowing what to do with it, she tossed it to the floor.

Mike stared at her tits. They were covered by a plain white bra that did little to hide their sumptuous size.

Abby kicked off her shoes and removed her skirt. Matching white cotton panties concealed her pussy from Mike's view.

"Take your bra off," Mike told her. "Show me your tits."

Abby reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp. The bra came undone and she held it there for a moment before letting it drop. She could see the reflections of her large breasts all around the room. They were too big, she knew. They always had been. Self-consciousness and shame flooded her mind. They were firm and mounted high on her chest, with no evidence of sag and bore dark, pink nipples that must have stuck out nearly a half inch when erect. One breast alone would have made two handfuls for Mike.

"My god," Mike breathed. "Your tits are fantastic!"

Abby licked her lips. "You like them?" She was amazed. She had always thought that she was abnormal. The boys in school, the few that she had dated, had always seemed to like the thinner girls.

"I'll show you how much I like them."

Grabbing Abby by the shoulders, Mike pushed her back and threw her on the bed. She flopped down, limply, tits bouncing uncontrollably. Mike crawled atop her, straddling her chest. The look of surprise on Abigail's face was priceless. Mike slapped his cock down between her breasts and grasped one tit in each hand. He squeezed and kneaded them, marveling at their size and softness.

"Oh god, Abby..." Mike sighed as he started moving his cock between her breasts.

Abby sighed, too. Her breasts and nipples had always been sensitive, and the excitement of Mike's hard cock between them, as well as his fingers squeezing and tweaking her nipples was arousing her.

"Oh, oh..." she cried.

"Oh shit!" Mike echoed her.

Fucking his cock between her glorious mounds, Mike stared down at Abby's blue eyes and auburn hair. Her face was twisted in the beginnings of passion and her eyes were wide with excitement and uncertainty. Squeezing her breasts, he pressed them around his cock. They were so full that he nearly disappeared between them. Only the head poking out of her cleavage showed that his member was in there, somewhere. Thrusting harder, Mike fucked her tits with his cock, pressing further and further, until, on one deep thrust, his cockhead struck the redhead's beautiful chin, leaving a sticky line of pre-come stretching from her chin to his cockhead.

Abby stared at him with deep, innocent blue eyes, her mouth agape.

Mike had visions of ramming his cock between those beautiful ruby lips, rubbing it through her red locks and around her blue eyes and the vibrant skin of her sexy face, fucking his cock on her lips and eyes and nose until creamed all over the sexy, satiny skin of her youthful, vibrant, sexy fucking face...

Mike pressed forward, his cock inches from Abby's lips. "Lick it," Mike said.

"How... I mean, what... do I...?"

"Just lick your tongue up to the head," Mike said.

Mike watched as the redhead put her tongue on his cock and slowly licked up the shaft until she reached the head. It was a light lick, but it shook Mike to his core. She was so hot, when she did it. Pulling back, she shivered. Not from revulsion, but from excitement, Mike realized.

And that was hotter than the lick had been.

"Again," Mike said.

She licked him slowly, once more drawing her tongue up the shaft and then swirling her tongue around his cockhead. Her face went red with embarrassment. She pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I'm not very good at this..." she apologized.

"Honey, you're so good, I'm about to shoot off! Keep going!"

She blinked and licked him a third time. This time, she got into it, licking up first one side of his cock and then the other side.

"Look at me!" Mike hissed.

Her eyes met his and she immediately blushed.

"Don't look away. Now, take the head between your lips. Do it. Don't hesitate."

She froze.

"I know you can do it, baby... God, but you're beautiful!"

His tone spurred her to action. Her lips closed around his cockhead and she slid down until half of him was in her mouth.

Mike could feel his cock pressing against the back of her throat. Her tongue moved, licking at the underside of his cock, flicking back and forth, rapidly. And she sucked at him, forming a vacuum around his long shaft. Either she was lying about her blowjob experience, or she was a fucking natural.

"Now run your lips up and down it!"

She complied, fucking his cock with her lips. Each stroke caused her to take him deeper into her mouth. Two thirds of him was inside her and he could feel his cock on the verge of penetrating her throat.

"Deeper! Deeper! Take it inside, Abby!"

She looked into his eyes and struggled to comply.

He felt her throat open to him and he pushed, taking her completely. Amazingly, she didn't pull away. She controlled her gag reflex as his cock went all the way down her throat.

Mike pulled back until his cock lay across her lips. He was so close to coming, and he didn't want to, yet.

Abby gasped. "Michael, I --"

Mike shook his head, and put a finger across her lips. She quieted.

Pulling back from the redhead's mouth and throat, Mike got off of her and knelt at the foot of the bed. He pulled Abby's panties from her hips, sliding them down and off her slender legs. A luxurious thatch of red pubic hair greeted his eyes and plump red lips, engorged and waiting for his tongue. Mike pulled her close to him, into position, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat, and placed a leg over each of his shoulders. Mike looked at her.

She was staring at him, enthralled and enraptured.

Mike placed his lips over Abby's sex and pressed his tongue in deep, like he was kissing her face.

She cried out and thrashed beneath him, humping his face.

Gripping her thighs in an unbreakable embrace, he pressed his face in deeper, pleasuring her savagely with his lips and tongue. She cried out, trying to move, trying to thrash, but he held her fast and kept at her, pressing his attack on her womanhood.

"Oh, oh god, Michael... oh, oh, ohhhh...!" she cried out. Her hands went to his head and she pulled his hair, hard.

Mike turned his eyes up to hers.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Mike smiled and thrust his tongue inside her, again. That was too much for the redhead and she orgasmed, flooding his face with her femininity, thrashing and screaming.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she kept repeating, coming down from her sexual high.

Mike stood before her. He rubbed her pussy, sliding his fingers between the folds of her flesh and the tight curls of red pussy hair.

"I'm going to take you, now," he said. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it over her groin, moistening and lubricating it with her wild, sexy juices. Then he entered her, soft and slow, just a few inches deep. His arms held her legs, hands squeezed her thighs. He looked down into her blue eyes and thrust forward, firmly, burying himself inside her to the hilt.

She cried out in sudden pain and was a virgin no more.

"Ow, god!" Abigail said. "What did you do?"

"I took you for my own, Abby," Mike replied. "I want you forever... I want to fuck you for forever..."

"Then fuck me," she said, harshly.

Mike looked into Abby's eyes and he thrust deep, again. She gritted her teeth. In pleasure, this time. The pain was gone. Mike started moving, pistoning in and out of her. He squeezed her thighs and pulled her to him, grinding his cock in deep, to feel as much of her insides as he could. She was hot, dripping wet, but tight. Her pussy gripped him like a vise.

"Lock your legs around me," he said and she complied. He grabbed her waist and, pushing her to the center of the bed, he mounted her. His hands on either side of her head, he looked down at her and he fucked her, their eyes sharing intimacy as Mike explored her with his probing cock. His thrusts quickly sped up, until he was humping her at full speed, his body slapping against hers.

"I'm close..." Mike gasped.

"I'm coming, now!" Abby cried out and orgasmed, again. A few seconds more, then a deep thrust and Mike released his semen directly into her womb.

Mike collapsed and lay atop her. "Oh, Michael..." Abby said, quietly into his ear. "I never thought it could be so good."

Mike moved his face to hers and kissed at her lips.

***

Mike woke in the middle of the night. Sliding his hand across the bed, he felt the warm, naked form of Abby beside him. Moving his hand up her thigh, he felt her stomach and then cupped his hand over her soft tit.

She wiggled, rolled onto her side and pressed against him.

Mike smiled in the darkness.

Feeling a pressure in his groin, Mike desperately needed to piss. He stood, walked to the bathroom and relieved himself.

He spun, feeling the eyes on his back.

The slender blonde giggled. "Hello," Joy said. "I was afraid that you heard me and I ducked in here. I was right."

"What are you doing here?" Mike asked. He was acutely aware of his nudity and even more so of hers. Her long, slender legs drew his eyes almost as much as her perfect teardrop shaped breasts.

"I wanted to thank you for the concert, Mike."

"You already have. And you're welcome."

"No... I mean, I wanted to thank you..." she said, emphasizing the words. Her hands met his chest and she played with his coarse black chest-hairs.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Joy," Mike said.

"Why? Because of Jim?" Joy asked. "I decide who I sleep with, Mike. Not you. Not Jim. Me. And I want you, Mike."

Pressing her breasts against his chest, she kissed him deeply. Her tongue slid into his mouth and probed him. Mike sucked on her tongue and his hands went to her back, crushing her breasts against him.

"And I decide about the women I take, Joy. I decide who and how. Now kneel!" he hissed.

She knelt.

If she hadn't, he would have Compelled her.

Mike grabbed Joy's blonde head and pressed his cock against her lips. She took him inside her mouth and gobbled him down her throat.

"I love throatfucking blondes, Joy," Mike said. "I really do. If there's one thing that every blonde needs, it's a good throatfucking. Now, fuck my cock with your face, Joy!"

She complied, thrusting her head up and down on his penis with long, wild strokes that shook him to his core.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Mike said and pulled his cock from her throat to rub the slimy member across her slutty face. He wet her face with her own spit and ran his cock over her chin, lips and nose. Holding her hair, he fucked his cock across her features, face upturned to look into his eyes.

Thrusting back into her mouth, he held his cock down her throat, eyes locked on hers. He held her until she gagged and pulled off of him, then he pulled her to her feet and turned her to face the mirror.

Shoving his cock inside her pussy, he held her head and stared into her eyes, in the mirror.

"Oh, god!" she said.

Mike pulled out and thrust back in. Out and in, out and in, he fucked her quickly and desperately, staring into her blue eyes.

"Take it, you bitch," he groaned. "Take it! Take it! Fucking take it!"

"Yes, yes," she squealed. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, fucking yes!"

Mike wrenched her head back as he thrust forward, pulling on her blonde hair, violently. His hand snaked around her neck and he squeezed, cutting off her words. Her blue eyes met his in the mirror and he realized that she loved what he was doing to her. Pulling hard, fucking hard, he was surprised when she came, convulsing on his cock.

He pulled back hard on her hair, half-afraid that he would snap her neck, and his cock spasmed, shooting come deep into Joy's blazing hot pussy.

Pulling her from his cock, Mike knelt her before him and shoved his slimy meat between her filthy lips. He spasmed one last time, a last shot of come in her mouth, and he thrust hard, deepthroating his semen down her throat.

She gagged hard and he held her there, struggling on his cock. She opened her eyes and looked at him, desperation writ on her face. She was out of breath from her orgasm and had none left to hold. Mike held her until she sucked violently at his cock for air, then released her.

She exploded in a rush of rapid breathing.

"Oh, god, Mike!" she hissed between breaths. "I love the way you dominate and fuck me!"

"Did you like me fucking your throat and pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Did you like sucking at my cock for air, when I wouldn't give you any?"

"Yes! I loved it!"

"And the gagging and choking?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Are you a throatfuck slut? Are you, Joy? Are you, you throatfucking bitch?"

"Yes!"

"Excellent."

***

Unnoticed, Abby listened to the two through the bathroom door. When she heard them stop, she ran and threw herself into bed, desperate not to be discovered.

What she had seen and felt tonight had aroused her beyond anything she had ever experienced. She could feel something happening to her. Something deep inside her was changing. Her desires were mounting.

And Mike Connors was at the center of them.



Compulsions Ch. 04



Author's Note: I apologize to all those who were waiting for Compulsions Ch. 04 and beyond. I don't have a good excuse for the time lag, so I won't give a bad one.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who read, voted and/or commented on the first three chapters. It is appreciated. Also, thanks for the emails. 

-18-

SATURDAY

The next morning, Mike dropped Abby off at her house.

"I enjoyed your company last evening immensely, Abigail," Mike said. "Have dinner with me, tomorrow."

"I may be in really big trouble for last night, Mike," the redhead said. After a second, she laughed. "But alright." She kissed him and his hand went to her back, pulling her close.

"I'll call you, later," he said into her hair.

She smiled and turned.

Mike watched her walk away and returned to his car. Jim and Joy were in the passenger's seat, making out.

"Where to, kids?" Mike asked.

Joy broke away from Jim's kiss and looked at him.

Mike remembered the kiss that they had shared, the intoxicating taste of Joy's sweet mouth. He wondered what Jim would do if he knew that his best friend had fucked his new girl.

"Take me to Jim's place," she said.

"We're heading out for the weekend," Jim said and winked.

"Wanna come with us?" Joy asked coyly. "We could all have some real fun together."

It was jokingly said, but Mike believed that she was secretly serious.

Jim laughed. "Yeah, right!" he said and buried his face in her neck, kissing at her neck and chest.

Joy held Mike's eyes.

Mike stared at her for a few moments, imagining himself fucking her beautiful face. She was smiling at him, teasing him with her eyes. Mike shook his head, started the car and drove to Jim's house.

"Park out back," Jim said.

There was a back driveway on Jim's property, mostly hidden by a cluster of trees. Jim's car was parked there and Mike knew that was where he often made out with girls. Mike pulled in and parked. From here, he could barely see the back door, and was almost invisible from detection.

Jim climbed out and pulled Joy behind him.

"Come on. I got everything we need in my car. See you around, buddy." Jim and Joy hopped in and, with a roar of the engine, they were gone.

Mike's last image was Joy's sultry look back at him. Mike shook his head. That look stuck in Mike's brain and he found himself daydreaming about her and the events of the past week.

The sound of tires brought him out of his reverie. It was coming in the direction of Jim's house. Mike got out and snuck to the trees. He angled for an unobstructed view... and finally could see.

It was Jim's mom, Claire O'Neil. She was walking towards the back door. She stopped. She was on her phone. She was shaking her head and talking, obviously upset at someone or something.

Mike couldn't hear, but he watched her.

She seemed distraught. Obviously, whoever she was talking with had hung up. She snapped the phone shut and put it in her pocket. She rubbed at her face and then unlocked the door and entered.

Had she been taking to Jim? Or maybe it was Ashley, Jim's sister. They had been having problems, lately.

Mike started to walk towards the house. What was he doing? He didn't know, but Claire was having problems. He had known her his whole life and the last image of her was troubling to him. There had to be some way he could help her.

Mike moved silently. He felt like a burglar or a stalker. Maybe it was watching Claire while he was hidden in the trees, but he felt stealth was the proper course of action in this circumstance.

As he approached the house, Mike caught a flash of something in the window. He ducked to the side, on instinct.

He realized that he was right outside Claire's bedroom. Unable to resist the temptation, Mike poked his head up and peeked. Claire was in there, staring at a mirror, intently.

Mike's angle was just right. He could see her from the corner, and she could see neither him nor his reflection. Mike watched as she ran her fingers through her shoulder-length blonde tresses. Her brown roots betrayed that her hair was colored, but Claire had always taken pride in her appearance. No plain, boring brown went with her Dresden blue eyes, so she had colored it for as long as Mike could remember.

Mike watched her as she studied her face, her slender fingers trying to smooth out the faint frown lines at her mouth and eyes. She put on a dazzling and sultry smile and then lapsed into a frown again. She shook her head and started to unbutton her blouse.

Mike's heart leapt into his throat. He knew that he should look away. Claire had been a family friend since he was five. But the anticipation of seeing her large breasts naked won out. He stayed where he was.

Finally getting the last button, she doffed her blouse onto the floor. A quick snap and her bra was off, too, and Mike feasted his eyes on his best friend's mother's sumptuous orbs. They stood out prodigiously from her chest, without the least bit of sag. 

Mike was stunned. He had seen firm breasts before: his mother's, Robin Walsh's and, of course, Coach Sam's. Even Cynthia Winters had a firm pair. But Claire's had a character and charm all their own.

Claire removed her skirt and panties and stood there in her glorious nudity.

Mike was impressed. She was a woman who scarcely needed clothing. He realized that he had never really thought of her in that way. Like with his mother, when it had taken him until his sixteenth birthday to really wonder what she looked like naked. Claire, to him, had always been a second mother, not a woman.

Wow! Had he been blind, or what?!

She walked into the next room and Mike cursed, silently. He thought, briefly, about leaving, but couldn't make himself.

Stealthily, he made his way to the next window. She was in her ex-husband's study, seated and reading a book. She was so at ease, as if she did this sort of thing every day.

Mike watched the rise and fall of her chest, entranced. Something caught her eye and she looked up.

Claire jumped to her feet, quickly. Mike ducked.

"Damn!" Mike thought. "She saw me! Now, what do I do?"

He desperately scooted out from under the window. "Act like nothing happened," he told himself. "It could have been a trick of the eyes."

Mike stood and walked to the front door. Nervously, he rang the doorbell. He could hear her moving behind the door, suddenly rushing.

"Um, just a minute!" she cried out.

Almost exactly a minute passed and the door opened. Claire stood there in a pair of pajamas.

"Oh, hi Mike!" she said and faked a yawn. "I just woke up. Jim's not here. He was out all night."

"I know, Mrs. O'Neil. I was with him."

"It's Miss, now, Mike. Miss Schneider. Or Claire, if you prefer. You're a grown man, now. I won't be offended of you use my first name."

"I am?" Mike thought.

"Uh, I'm sorry about your husband... uh... leaving... Miss..."

"Claire, Mike. Go ahead and say it."

"Uh, Claire..."

She smiled. "There you go, that wasn't too hard, was it? Why don't you come inside?"

Mike shook his head as he entered. It was nice to call her that. Familiarity and intimacy with her was intoxicating. He found himself staring at her pajama-covered breasts. They looked so full and round, even through the material.

"So where's Jim?" she asked, as she closed the door.

"He left with Joy for the weekend," Mike said, without thinking.

"What?" Claire exclaimed.

"Oh, shit," Mike thought. "Hypnotized by breasts."

"Who's Joy?" She gave him a dark look.

"A new girl at school, Miss... uh... Claire. We met her the other day and Jim really likes her. We took her out to the concert last night."

"You both took her out? What kind of girl is this?"

"Uh... not exactly. I took Abby Prescott out."

"Oh, well, that's good, Mike," Claire smiled at his tongue-tied embarrassment. "But I'm still upset that Jim took a girl on a trip for the weekend. And without telling me. He wasn't back last night. Did he sleep with this girl?"

"Actually... yes, Claire, he did."

"Thanks Mike. I appreciate your honesty." Her arms were crossed over her breasts and she looked down. She had such a sad look on her face.

Mike crossed to the couch and sat. "Sit down, Claire. Tell me what's bothering you."

She looked at him, a bit taken aback. Then she sat and it all came pouring out. Her problems with her husband and their divorce. Her problems with Jim and how she felt he was growing apart from her. And Ashley and how she had left school and didn't want to go back.

"What can I do, Mike? My life isn't working out. Everything is so messed up." Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears and she looked at him as if hoping that he had all the answers.

"Well, what do you want to do about your marriage?"

"Nothing. Really, I just want to move on from him, Mike. That's all."

"Okay, well... why can't you?"

"I'm... I'm old, Mike. I want to move on to someone new, but I haven't got what it takes to attract a man, anymore."

Mike nearly choked. "Um... I don't think that you are looking at it objectively, Claire."

"What do you mean?" she said, rubbing at her teary eyes.

"Well, how old are you, Claire?"

"Um, forty-three..." It was almost a whisper.

"Okay, and what it the average age of all women?"

"I don't know... about twenty-five, I guess..." Her voice was small.

"Wrong. It's more like thirty, Claire."

"It is?"

"Sure," Mike said. "People are getting older, but with medicine and technology they can seem younger than ever."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Mike said. "Now, what's the life expectancy of a woman?"

"Maybe seventy?"

"Try eighty, Claire. Now, you're barely half that!"

She thought about it. "That doesn't sound too good, Mike..."

"Doesn't it? In the 1920's men and women were still considered inexperienced until they were thirty, when they were finally considered adults. And the life expectancy was closer to sixty years."

"What does all of this mean, Mike?"

"Well, if the life expectancy is sixty and adult is thirty, then we can safely say that at half of your life expectancy, you're not really old. Grown up? Yes. Fully matured? Yes. Maybe even experienced. But not old. That doesn't happen until at least two thirds of your lifespan has gone by and that would be eighty divided by three, times two... equals about fifty-three! You just hit your prime, baby!"

Claire laughed, deep and throatily, a huge grin spread across her face.

"Fifty-three..." Her face fell, again. "But that's only ten years away!"

"Only ten years!" Mike exclaimed. "But think how much can happen in ten years, Claire. You could get remarried. Have ten kids, even! Ashley and Jim would have their own lives and families. Not to mention ten whole years of great sex!"

She smiled and laughed again, blushing intensely. "Oh, Mike! Thanks! You made me feel so much better!"

She hugged him, hard. Mike could feel her breasts pressing against him as she squeezed the breath out of him. Mike patted her on the back. But it wasn't more than a minute before he felt her crying, again.

He broke the hug, so that he could look at her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's my kids, Mike! Jim doesn't like me; he barely talks to me, anymore, and Ashley simply hates me!"

"Claire, I don't think that's true."

"Yes it is! You don't know!"

"Well, I know a little bit..."

"What do you know?" she asked. Mike rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the tears.

"I know that Jim doesn't hate you," Mike said. "He just doesn't like the fact that you don't trust his judgment."

"But I do, Mike! He's out all the time! He's never home, and I never say anything about it! I know that he's a good kid! I let him do whatever he wants!"

"And he always thinks that you're angry with him," Mike said.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know... because that's what I would think if my mom didn't talk to me."

"Well, what do I do?"

Mike walked over and picked up the phone. "Call him."

"What do I say that won't make him mad?"

"Tell him that you saw him leave just as you got home. You were worried about him when he didn't come home last night, but you trust him and his judgment. Ask him where he is and what he's doing. Tell him that what he's doing sounds cool and ask to speak to the young woman that he's with. Tell her that she seems nice and that you hope to meet her sometime soon. Tell Jim that you love him and miss him, but that you want him to have a good time."

"Are you sure about this, Mike?"

"Well, it's better than doing nothing," Mike said. "And if my mother asked about a girl I was interested in, well, I might be embarrassed, but afterwards, I'd be happy and proud that she was interested. Nothing will excite a guy more than a mother who's interested in his love life."

Claire's face set. "Okay, I'll do it."

Mike listened as she made the call and followed his instructions. At last, she hung up the receiver. "Well?" he asked.

"I think it went okay! Thank you, Michael. You've really helped me out! With two of my problems, at least."

"I've been thinking about Ashley. Jim said that he thought that something else was going on with her, but he didn't know what. Maybe I can find out."

"How?"

"Do you know where she's at, now?"

"Not for sure, but she always likes going to the mall on Saturday mornings."

"Maybe I can find her there." Mike stood up and grabbed the door handle.

Claire's hand quickly grabbed his. "Mike," she said. "I really want to thank you for what you're doing. You and your mother have always been good friends to me, but this goes beyond friendship..." She kissed him on the lips: a sweet, sensuous embrace.

Claire pulled away after a few seconds. "Thank you and good luck."

Mike nodded and left.

-19-

To Mike's surprise, he found Ashley almost immediately.

She was sitting in the food court in the mall, looking depressed, which fueled Mike's suspicion even more that something unusual was going on with her.

Maybe this was a good time to practice what his mother had told him about the Ways, or whatever she called them. Manipulation. Influencing the mind. Maybe he could trick Ashley into thinking he was someone else. It would be trickery for her own good. Surely that wouldn't be too intrusive.

Mike concentrated. He walked up and sat down across from her.

Ashley looked at him. "What are you doing here, Jim?"

"It worked!" Mike thought. "She really thinks that I'm her brother!"

"Just wanted to talk to my sister, that's all..." Mike said, as he watched her, intently. "Nothing wrong with that, right?"

She frowned and Mike was sure, for a second, that she had seen through his disguise.

"Oh, please," she said. "Since when do you care?"

"Ashley," Mike said. "You're my sister; of course I care about you. Something's going on with you and I want to know what!"

She looked at him, quizzically, and then...

"It's my boyfriend. Jack. I know that I never told you about him, but I think that I'm in love with him. I want to marry him."

"Wow," Mike said, genuinely surprised. "I'm happy for you, Ashley."

"Really? You are?"

"Yeah, why not? If you love him, then I'm all for it."

"Well... thanks, Jim... but it all doesn't matter anymore."

"Why not?" Mike asked.

"A girl stole him from me. She fooled him into believing that I dumped him and then she picked him up. Proclaimed her love for him. He won't even listen to me, anymore."

"And this is why you dropped out of school?"

"I didn't drop out of school," Ashley said. "Not yet. But if I can't solve this problem, then I might as well leave. I can't go back there and see him every day and not be with him."

"Maybe I can help," Mike said. "Who's the chick?"

"Monica Winters," Ashley replied.

"Really?" Mike said. "This should be interesting. I can definitely help you out, Ashley."

"You can? How?!"

"Let's go."

***

Ashley and Mike parked on the street, outside the Winters' house.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Stealth. I know for a fact that Monica came home from school the other day. Let's check around and see if she's here."

Together, they left Ashley's car and walked to the house. Mike looked in the windows and saw nothing. A car was here, though. Someone was home.

"Around back," Mike said, and they snuck back to the pool house. The door to the pool house was unlocked and slightly open. Sure enough, Monica was in the pool and so was another figure, Mike saw. A man. Jack, Mike figured. He seemed to be enjoying himself with Monica Winters. They were making out.

"That son of a bitch!" Ashley said. "I'm going to kill him!"

"You still want to expose her?" Mike asked.

Ashley ground her teeth in frustration. "Yes. It's not his fault. At least, not entirely his fault."

"Okay. When she leaves, you go in and confront him. I'll send her out and get her to confess everything."

"How are you going to do that?"

"That's my secret, okay? Just follow my lead."

Mike left her and made his way to the front door. He had the keys to Howard's car, his office at work, his penthouse in town and the keys to this house. Fishing them out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and entered. Then he slammed the door, hard. Mike quickly ducked out of sight and waited. Sure enough, less than a minute later, Monica rushed in to see who was home.

Mike grabbed the tall blonde by the hair and threw her to the floor, twisting her arms behind her, as he got on top of her.

"Guess who?" he hissed into her ear.

She froze. "Let me up!"

"Not so fast, baby!" Mike said, seizing her with the Compulsion. "Not until you promise to do everything I want. Do you promise?"

She nodded, desperately. "I swear."

"Okay," Mike said and pulled her to her feet, by the hair.

"Ouch!"

"How did you get Ashley's fiancé to break up with her? And why?" Mike asked.

"I got her roommate to tell him that Ashley was seeing another guy. She owed me a big favor. My dad got her into college after she fucked him. I only did it as revenge. He turned me down for a date, once, because he was seeing Ashley. So I was going to get him to ruin his relationship and then I was going to dump him."

Mike shook his head. "Chicks like you piss me off. You make life a living hell for everyone, you know? I want you to go out there and tell them everything that you did."

"Yes, Michael."

Mike let her go and watched as she marched out the back door. He watched from the next room as she explained everything to Jack and Ashley, who quickly made up with each other and left. Ashley glared murder at her, as she went.

Monica reentered the house and Mike pointed at the couch. She sat, obediently.

A minute later, Ashley stuck her head in the front door.

"Thanks, Jim. I don't know how you did it, but thank you. Are you coming?"

Mike shook his head. "We have some things that we're going to discuss... And then, I'm going out of town for a couple of days, but I want you to tell mom that you're going to stay in school, okay?"

"Sure, Jim. I'm sorry that I made her worry, so much."

"That's okay, Ashley. I'm sure she would understand. And if you would keep this between the two of us, I would appreciate it. In fact, it might be better if we never talked about it, again."

"But why?"

"I just think that we should keep this a secret, okay?"

"Anything you say, Jim. And thanks!" With a last glare at Monica, Ashley left, got in her car with Jack and drove away.

"That leaves us alone, doesn't it, baby?" Mike said as he looked at Monica.

"Stand up!" Mike ordered.

The blonde stood and Mike ripped the bikini top from her body. She took an involuntary step back and Mike tore the rest of it off of her.

"Follow me." He walked out the back door, her following obediently behind, and looked at the pool. Grabbing her by the tits, he threw her into the pool. She splashed in with a screech.




Compulsions Ch. 04



Mike smiled down at her as she bobbed to the surface. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants. In seconds, Mike was naked and he dove into the pool.

Coming to the surface next to Monica, he grabbed her and kissed her. "Muummm," she murmured into his mouth. After a second, he pulled away.

"Oh, Mike --," she cut off as he pushed her head down into the water. She came back, sputtering, after a second.

"Wha -- what was that?" she asked.

"I know how long you can hold your breath on a cock, Monica. But I want to know how long you can do it... underwater."

"Michael, please..." she started.

"Take a deep breath, bitch," Mike ordered and pushed her blonde head under the surface. He felt her thrash in the water and pulled her to his cock. He pressed the head into her lips and felt them reluctantly part. Thrusting hard, he throated her deeply. He couldn't hear her gag and cough, but he felt her panic on him and he pulled her up.

"Fucking pathetic!" Mike said. "That was like ten seconds. I expect you to go at least a minute, this time." And he pushed her back in the water. He thrust his cock into her mouth and gave her a dozen powerful, violating strokes. This time, though there was no less panicking, she made it almost forty seconds.

She sputtered when he pulled her up for air.

"Come on, baby! Your mother could do it, couldn't she? Surely a slut like you has to have learned something useful from her! Really suck it this time or I'll drown you in this fucking pool, bitch! I mean it."

Down again and she was on him. He could feel the suction this time.

"Proper motivation," Mike thought, "is all she really needed." He felt the tiniest twinge of guilt. Okay, so he was cruel to her, but she deserved no less and probably a great deal more.

He rationalized it like that.

Mike held her head, fucking her throat underwater. Man was she good! He could feel her gurgling and gagging on him. He was simultaneously suffocating her with his cock and drowning her in the pool!

Suddenly, she coughed and sucked in water. Mike quickly pulled her up. She retched and coughed up water and spit. She gulped in air. Mike smoothed her hair back on her head.

"Well, something to practice," he said.

Fingers tangled in her hair, he dragged her to the edge of the pool. He pulled himself out of the water, sat on the edge and pushed her face to his cock. He forced her to take him, first pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, then ramming his meat down her young, unwilling throat.

He throatfucked her for a couple of minutes, building up some spit that she drooled out around his penis.

Hand still locked in her hair; Mike stood and pulled Monica from the pool. Wrenching her head back, he dragged her into the house, through the living room and into her parents' bedroom.

He threw her onto the bed. She landed in a wet, sloppy mess.

Mike crawled on top of her, rubbing his body on hers, feeling her wet warmth. He kissed her and then straddled her chest, slapping his cock down between her tits. The college-girl was beneath him and he couldn't decide what to do, first. He fucked her tits for a few minutes and then put his cock back on her mouth, rubbing it around her lips and face.

"Oh god, Monica... you are gorgeous like that, as beautiful as when your father facefucked you and your sister."

"What?" she mumbled over his cock.

"Oh, that's right, you don't remember. I told you to forget everything. Well, I'll tell you what. I'm going to allow you to remember, right now. Everything he did to you. Everything you felt while he was doing it."

Monica's mouth fell open as the moment came flooding back to her.

Mike shoved his cock between her lips, thrusting down until he was as deep in her throat. He held her there; thirty seconds, a minute, more...

Monica was pulling, violently. Trying to get away. Just before she passed out, Mike let her go.

She gasped and regained her breath. "Oooohh, god!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes as she remembered. "How could he do such a thing?! How could you? You're a wicked man!"

"I am? Oh, no, sweetie. I'm the judgment for the wickedness that you've done to others. You've lived a life of privilege and ease and used your father's influence and wealth to enjoy yourself at others' expense. You remember Ashley and Jack? I could give you ten more examples of how you've hurt people. I'm merely the equalizer in this story."

Mike watched the blonde girl as she winced, knowing that he was telling the truth, and cried. Mike actually felt a twitch of sympathy for her.

"It's okay, baby," Mike said, quietly. "I'm going to throat you again and when I pull out, you won't remember anymore." Mike sat on her face, his cock sliding into her mouth, and throated her for another minute.

He pulled out and looked at her. Her eyes cleared of the memory.

"Now, get on top of me and ride me until I come!" he demanded.

She mounted him.

Mike laid back and enjoyed the feel of her, as she bounced up and down on him, fucking him wildly. He grabbed her tits and pounded his cock up into her.

She threw her head back, screaming. She rode him for another five minutes, stoking his pleasure until he shot his hot come deep in her pussy. She cried out with him and orgasmed on him.

Mike pushed her off of him and she rolled into a wet, sloppy heap.

As Mike left Monica on her mother's bed, fucked and exhausted, he spotted a large envelope on Cynthia's dresser. He picked it up and opened it.

It was an invitation to a party from someone named Evelyn Flynn. The invitation gave Mike an idea. How much fun would it be to crash an upper-class party with Cynthia Winters at his side?

It was something to think about.



Compulsions Ch. 05



-20-

Cynthia Winters put on a heavy pair of Creole earrings and peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, recently curled, went well with her outfit, she thought. It was a shimmering gold sequin dress that adhered to her body like a second skin, matching her golden hair precisely.

With Howard gone, she would be attending tonight's party alone and was thankful for that. He really was a bother, at times. With him around, she could expect an hour or two of visiting, and then a quick return home, where he would expect some serious oral attention in return for 'taking her out'.

Her life was so much better with him out of the way. That young man, Michael Connors, had really done her a favor and, with any luck, he would keep his promise to get rid of Howard for good.

The front door opened. Cynthia froze, staring at her image in the mirror.

"Julie," Cynthia called. "Is that you?"

There was no answer for a minute or so.

Cynthia turned to her bedroom door. She jumped when she saw him standing there.

"Oh, my god! You startled me, Michael."

Michael Connors stepped in. "Mrs. Winters," he greeted her. He was wearing a dark suit. He was an attractive young man, with those blue eyes and muscular shoulders.

Despite herself, Cynthia found herself checking him out.

"Michael, what are you doing here?"

"I'm your date for the night, Cynthia," he said.

"Um, Michael..." the blonde matriarch began.

"I know about your little party and I decided that I'm going with you," Mike told her, firmly. "You're going to introduce me to all of your rich friends. Especially the rich bitches like you."

"But, I can't!" she protested. "Who will I introduce you as?"

"I don't know," Mike said. "Your new husband, lover and dominator, maybe? Maybe not. I'm sure you'll come up with some lie that's good enough."

Mike smiled as she stared at him, indecision warring on her face. Jennifer was right. He had Compelled Cynthia twice now and she was having a hard time disobeying him. Mike's hand played with her diamond wedding ring in his pocket. "Don't you have a kiss for your lover, Mrs. Winters?" he asked.

She stepped gracefully up to him and pressed her lips to his. A deep kiss, it was not. She barely put any tongue into it.

"That's not the proper place to kiss your dominator, ma'am," Mike said, smirking at the older woman. Mike unzipped his fly. The look of shock on her face was priceless. Cynthia's face was suddenly suffused with scarlet.

"You can't be serious," were her quiet words.

"Of course, I am," Mike said.

For a moment, he thought that she wouldn't do it. Then, with a long gulp, she slowly knelt before him. Pressing his cock against the married woman's red lips, he felt her reluctantly take him inside. A few half-hearted licks and some pathetic slobbering later, Mike remained unimpressed.

"If you won't put any feeling into it, Mrs. Winters, then I'll have to take my pleasure from your throat."

He grabbed her head and thrust his cock down her throat, hard. She coughed and he held her there, watching his cock bulge inside her graceful, swanlike neck. She gagged, violently, and tried to pull away.

Mike held her for a few seconds, before releasing her hair.

Her sexy earrings shook as she pulled off of him. "Ahhhh, god!" she gasped, "Okay, Michael, okay!"

"Then start sucking," Mike ordered.

Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes suddenly touched by feigned emotion. She moved her face forward, lips barely touching his cockhead. She moved them in a rotating motion, teasing him and kissing at his manhood. Her tongue flicked out and caressed the head of his cock, almost as if she were cupping it with a spoon. A warm, wet, fleshy spoon.

"Oooohhh..." Mike growled deep in his throat. "Keep going..."

Adjusting her attack on him, she took long, sensuous licks up either side of his penis, one after the other, and then down the underside and to his balls where she cupped them one at a time with her long, sexy tongue.

"Oh, Jesus!" Mike cried.

Pushing her face into his crotch, she kissed at his balls and rubbed them with her mouth, lips and face. "Ooohhh..." she moaned. "Oh, Michael! You're such a fucking man... Your balls are so large... Your cock is so hard..." Cynthia moved her head to the side, kissing at the long cock, and looked over the shaft, to see --

Her daughter, Julie Winters, standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Oh, my god!" Cynthia pulled her face away from Mike's crotch.

Mike looked at Julie. "Oh, come now, Mrs. Winters," Mike said. "You didn't have a problem performing in front of her the other night. Now, keep going. You were doing well."

Pressing her face back to Michael's cock, Cynthia continued working him. She could feel Julie's eyes on her, even if she couldn't see her watching. What did her daughter think of her? It was so undignified. It was true that she and Julie had been fucked together by this young man twice, now. But this time was worse, somehow... more humiliating.

Cynthia vaguely realized that Michael Connors had some inexplicable method of controlling her. She had been considering calling the police the other day, but had been unable to pick up the phone. She had been replaying in her mind what he had done to her, and each time it made her hotter and hotter, made her desire him more and more.

Suddenly, she realized that she was fucking her face desperately onto his cock, throating herself upon his beautiful meat, again and again. Her eyes clenched shut, she concentrated on pleasuring him... and herself, she realized... she loved him, loved it when she was used and abused by him.

"Ooooh, ooooooh, god, baby!" Mike cried out and came violently, ramming his cock home into her mature throat, sliding all the way down and sending his come rushing deep down her slender neck.

She choked and pulled away, barely keeping his cock and come in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Mike swore, violently, as he sprayed his second and third shots of come into the mature mother's (and wife's) sexy mouth. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled out, squirting his last few drops of come onto her ruby-red lips. Turning her head, Mike pointed her at Julie. "Now, look at your daughter as you swallow my fucking come, baby..."

Julie's inscrutable eyes studied her mother, as the older woman swallowed her young dominator's seed.

"You missed a little," Mike said. "Clean your face up and we'll go."

Mike zipped himself up and strode to Julie. Grabbing the daughter's tits, he felt her through her t-shirt.

"Oh, sir," Julie purred. "I need you so badly..." Her hands went to his chest, feeling him. "Take me, please..." Her eyes practically begged him.

"Not now, baby," Mike said. "I have a previous engagement. But I'll be thinking of you, Julie. And I want you to do something for me. I want you to finger yourself to orgasm for me, tonight, Julie... all... night... long..." Mike kissed her with great passion, sucking on her lips, and then he broke away.

"Follow my orders."

She nodded and pressed her fingers into her crotch.

Mike turned and left.

Cynthia took a quick look in the mirror, licked the come from her red lips and hurried to follow the young man out of the large house into the night. "We'll be back late, dear!" she called to her daughter.

The limo had arrived and was waiting.

Mike whistled. The Winters family lived in high style, it seemed. Mike opened the door and held it for Cynthia. She smiled and thanked him, graciously, as if he hadn't just face-raped her moments before. But, then again, she had really facefucked herself. Mike had barely touched her. He realized that his commands were working; she seemed to be treating him with more respect, more courtesy then she would normally be capable of.

The limo took off and, unnoticed by Mike, a dark car followed silently.

As the limo made its way through the streets towards its destination, Mike rested his hand on Cynthia's long, slender leg. She was fixing her makeup in a small mirror and, at the feel of his hand, she smiled.

Mike realized that he always experienced a thrilling feeling of power and dominance when he was with Cynthia Winters. It was something that Mike didn't quite feel with anyone else.

The ride was short and they soon arrived outside a large three story home with a gate and a long driveway. The limo pulled in and stopped near the front door.

Mike popped the car door and got out. Taking Cynthia's hand, he pulled her quickly to her feet after him, nearly toppling her.

Grabbing ahold of his arm, she looked into his eyes. Mike smiled. Putting her off balance was one of his new favorite things.

"Nice place," Mike said, as he turned his attention to the house. "It must be worth a couple of million bucks."

"2.5 million dollars, dear," Cynthia told him.

"Where are we, anyway?"

"Jonathan Flynn's," the haughty blonde replied. "The Judge is in Washington for a few days, leaving Evelyn by herself. She always desires company when that happens..."

"Company," Mike said. "Maybe I can help her out with that. If she's pretty, that is. What do you think, Cynthia? Is she as much of a babe as you are? Would she be a good fuck?"

"She's not me... but I think you would like her."

Together, they entered.

Mike's eyes swept across the room, taking in the furniture and lavish décor.

There must have been fifty couples mingling together. Most were men, in their 50's or 60's, with young and middle-aged wives, in their 20's, 30's and 40's. The men were the wealthy friends and acquaintances of Judge Flynn, and their wives were, for the most part, quite beautiful.

Mike studied them. Some were cold and calculating, some reserved and some sultry and seductive, but one and all, they had the look of women who lavished money and attention upon their appearances.

"Who are these people?"

"The upper crust, Mike," Cynthia said, snatching two glasses of champagne from a passing caterer.

"Some of them, anyway."

She handed Mike a glass and gestured at one darkly handsome man.

"Robert Valentino. You might have heard of him. He's into the black market: drugs, prostitution, and so on. He lives in the city, but has lady friends out here. I wonder what the Judge would think if he knew that man was in his house?"

She pointed at another, a woman around 40, with a statuesque figure and short blonde hair that reminded Michael of Samantha Collins.

"And that's Police Captain Karen Knox. She's probably not happy to find Valentino here, but she owes her position to Judge Flynn."

Cynthia indicated another woman: early 30's, with short dark hair, a slender frame with perfect breasts and high, aristocratic cheekbones.

"Dana Love. The fashion model. She's probably worth more money than anyone else in the room."

Suddenly, a voice rang out. "Cynthia, dear, so glad you could make it!"

It was a sultry, mature female voice. Mike tore his eyes from the brunette model and turned to the voice. He stared. Evelyn Flynn was a stunningly redhead, in her late forties, with sexy green eyes.

Cynthia embraced the older woman briefly and Mike took the opportunity to check out the lady of the house. She was of a height with Cynthia, or perhaps a bit taller, with slightly larger breasts.

"Of course, I'd never miss one of your get-togethers, Evelyn," Cynthia said.

"And who might this young man be?" The redhead turned her attention to Mike.

"Carlton Hayes, of Miami," Cynthia lied, smoothly. "Our families have been long-time friends and, with Howard out of town on business, he was good enough to escort me, tonight."

Evelyn stared at the two, as if trying to discern their secret connection. She had one arm crossed beneath her breasts, her champagne glass held high, nearly touching her lips. She seemed, at once, poised and relaxed.

"So good to meet you, Mr. Hayes," the redhead said. "I met your mother, Jacqueline, once, several years ago. How is she these days?"

"Just fine, Evelyn. Business keeps her occupied. I'll be sure to convey your inquiry. She'll be happy to hear that you remembered her." Mike wondered if his lies would suffice to convince her of his alternate identity.

"Oh," she laughed as if he had said the funniest thing in the world. "And how could I fail to remember someone with a reputation such as Jacqueline Hayes?" Evelyn stared at Mike, openly sultry.

"Carlton? May I call you Carlton?"

"Carl is fine."

"Carl..." she practically hissed. Her vulpine smile caressed him, like a predator seeking her next prey.

***

The tall, full-breasted brunette in the sleek, midnight dress mingled among the party guests, eyes tracking the young man, the blonde that had arrived with him and the redheaded woman that he was flirting with.

"Having a good time?" a man's voice asked her.

"Oh, fabulous," she responded, without looking.

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" he asked.

The brunette turned to stare at him. He was a handsome man in his twenties, with the physique of an athlete and the shoulders of a bodybuilder. His eyes seemed entranced by her. They caressed her curves in such an admiring, masculine way that the brunette was forced to reassess the man. Her blue eyes caught his in a brief embrace, one that struck him to his core.

"Katherine Thorne. We've never met, though I consider that an oversight."

He blinked, in sudden confusion, and a broad smile creased his face. "Paul Nash."

She took his offered hand and squeezed.

"Not bad," Paul said. "I like strong women."

"And what do you do?"

"Pro ball player," he said, with pride.

"Really?" the brunette said and smiled.

Taking a pair of drinks from a passing caterer, the stunning brunette settled into a light, suggestive conversation with the athletic man as she continued to study her target.

***

"Carl... I want you to think of my home as your own," Evelyn said. "If there is anything that you desire, anything at all, you have but to ask." That vulpine smile touched her red lips, again.

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Flynn." Mike smiled back at her. He definitely marked her as a possible liaison for later.

"Oh, Joan!" Evelyn said, suddenly, and took a step towards a passing woman, who turned to greet her. The woman's face was obscured, but the body that Mike checked out was fantastic. Modest height, slender with full breasts, sleek legs and excellent skin.

"I was afraid I was going to miss you, Evelyn," the unseen woman said and laughed, gaily.

Such a pretty laugh, Mike thought. And the voice seemed familiar to him, somehow. The unseen woman adjusted her stance and Mike could see her face for the first time... or rather, the second time.

It was Joan Wheeler.

Mike turned quickly away and hoped that she hadn't seen him.

Superintendent Joan Wheeler continued tittering with Evelyn Flynn, as Mike's blood began to boil. Not long ago, she had wronged someone close to him. Someone very close. It was something he just couldn't let slide.

Mike had to do something, to get revenge for Miss Walsh.

"It's been a pleasure..." the conversation continued. "Thank you so very much for inviting me... I really must excuse myself, for just a moment..."

Joan walked past Mike, through the milling partygoers and turned down a hallway. Mike's blood boiled over and he followed her. He caught up to her just as she entered the bathroom. He stopped at the door for a moment, catching and slowing his breath, and then entered.

Joan looked up, startled.

"What..." she began. "Excuse me."

She looked at him and waited for him to leave.

Mike didn't move.

"This room is occupied, sir... Please leave," she said, more forcefully.

"You don't remember me, Joan," Mike said. "You don't remember me and you probably don't remember Miss Robin Walsh, either. She didn't want me to take revenge for her, but she didn't say anything about revenge for myself."

Recognition dawned on her. "Oh, my god..."

Mike grabbed her and pulled her to him. Taking her by the waist, Mike kissed her deeply, forcing his lips on hers. She struggled at first, hands pushing him away. But in that moment, Mike Compelled her. An electrical shock went through her body and her mouth fell open. Mike pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth. She was limp and passive in his arms, as his lips took his pleasure from her.

Mike pressed her back to the sink, hands tearing at her blouse, ripping the buttons off the front and revealing a pale heaving bosom encased in a lacy white bra. He reached out and grabbed her slender wrists.

"I'll have my revenge in the best way I know how. You will submit to me, but not without a struggle. You will not scream or try to summon help. You will never tell anyone of this night, for the rest of your life. But you will feel the fear of it, forever."

"Oh, god! What are you going to do to me?" she asked, a terrified note creeping into her sweet voice.

"You'll find out the exact details soon enough, bitch."

"Please! I'm sorry for what I did! I swear I am!"

"I know you are. Now. Remove your bra."

Joan hesitantly undid her bra, tossed it aside and let her tits hang free. They were full and hung deliciously on her chest. Mike put his hands beneath her breasts, feeling their softness in his fingers.

"Oh, god..." she said, in disgust.

"Now, kneel and put your arms behind your back," Mike ordered.

She complied, kneeling before him in supplication.

Mike looked down at her. Unbuckling his pants, he stepped out of them. "Would you like me to take your pretty mature face, slut? Or would you rather pleasure me yourself?"

"No! Leave me alone! I'm not going submit to you!"

"Good..." Mike growled.

Mike grabbed Joan's hair and pressed her mature lips to his cockhead. Joan looked up into his eyes and shook her head. Mike slapped her across her flawless face, stunning her. Joan opened her mouth and started sucking. Soft slurping noises filled the confined bathroom, arousing Mike to his full length and girth. Her lips thrust down, taking half of his length inside her mouth. Mike twisted her head from side to side, rubbing her tongue and lips on his manhood. She sucked him for a few more seconds and then he pulled her head back.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"Spit," he ordered.

She spat, saliva drooling from her lips and onto her breasts.

Mike took her beautiful hair in his hand, pulling her head back. Taking his cock in his other hand, he rubbed it all over her face, tracing her features and paying special attention to the age lines around her eyes and lips. She was beautiful and quite youthful for her age, a fact that he had not noticed at their first meeting. Mike ran his cock through the silver strands of hair at her temples.

"Please... please stop... please, oh, please... I won't do it again..."

"Oh god, baby, suck it," he grunted and thrust his cock back into her face. Feeling the back of her throat, he pressed deeper and penetrated her.

She pulled back suddenly; a flood of spit fell from her lips, wetting her chest, again.

Reaching down, Mike caressed Joan's breasts, rubbing the drool around her full, sexy, tits. "Try again. Go ahead and gag if you have to."

She shook her head, trying desperately to pull away from him. He smacked her again, harder. Swallowing and taking a quick breath of air, she reluctantly complied, sucking him inside her warm mature mouth, caressing him with lips and tongue.

Putting his hands on the back of her head and neck, Mike thrust forward violently, penetrating her throat completely.

She gagged and coughed around his meat, drooling uncontrollably, and tried, oh, so desperately, to pull away from him.

"Uuuuhhh, uuhhh, ugh... goooddd... uhhhhmmm..." The sounds that came from Joan's stuffed lips were erotic beyond belief.

Mike watched her, his face twisted with desire, as she struggled to control her choking. She hacked and Mike felt the shivering vibrations around his shaft. She tried to pull away and Mike held her, hacking and gagging. It felt great to have this rich bitch taking his cock down her privileged fucking throat. She choked again and Mike pulled her off of him. The matron coughed uncontrollability, spit flowing freely from her red lips, trying to recover.




Compulsions Ch. 05



Mike thrust Joan back onto his cock, raping her choking throat, sending the violated matron into a massive gagging fit that sent ripples of wicked pleasure shooting up his penetrating cock. He held her for a few moments more, driving her to the verge of panic and unconsciousness, then released her in an explosion of breath and spit.

Joan looked up at him, tears streaming from her terrified eyes to mingle with the spit from her violated mouth and throat.

Mike grabbed her violently by her long silvery hair and pulled her to her feet. He threw her against the wall. While she desperately tried to recover from her brutal throatfucking, Mike grabbed her skirt and tore it from her. Her panties and hose quickly followed. Holding her face to the wall, Mike moved in behind her. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy, and then changed his mind. Pressing his cock to the tight ring of her asshole, he lubricated her as best he could.

"Oh, god!" Joan cried. "Not that, please! Not there!"

Holding her tight, with his hand in her hair, he entered her ass with a single, penetrating thrust.

She bit her lip to stifle her scream.

"Hands on the wall! Face to the wall!" Mike ordered. He wrenched her head back by her silvery hair and pulled on it while he raped her ass, thrusting hard again and again.

She was in agony, his penetrating cock tearing her apart.

***

The brunette and her brawny companion stepped up to the door outside the bathroom and listened.

"They're fucking!" Paul exclaimed softly, sounding aroused. 

"They're doing more than that," the brunette said. "He's destroying her..."

"Sounds like fun," Paul said.

Suddenly the brunette felt the brawny man nuzzle her neck from behind. Pushing aside her dark tresses, he started kissing at her.

"Easy..." she said.

He grabbed her and spun her; pressed her against the wall next to the door. His hands went to her waist and he slid his fingers across her firm flesh. He continued to kiss at her sensuous neck.

"Oh, not just yet," she chided him, desperately trying to soothe him and calm him. Men were so hard to control. They tended to follow their base emotions too quickly and fully for the more subtle controls to take effect.

Pressing hard on his muscular chest, she managed to push him back a foot and looked into his eyes. "Please, I've got something in store for you, tonight. Just trust me." Nodding, he loosened his grip on her.

"Let's listen..." she whispered.

***

Joan bit at her lip, drawing blood as she tried not to cry out. Mike saw that she wouldn't be able to stop herself and he cupped his hand over her mouth just in time, feeling the high-pitched scream. Joan Wheeler convulsed, orgasming from the brutal assfucking, and that almost sent Mike over the edge.

Mike pulled out of her ass and threw her to the floor.

She collapsed, back to the bathroom wall.

Mike stepped close and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Joan tried to pull away, but he braced her head against the wall and throatfucked her, hard. Nowhere to go, Joan was forced to take the cock and endure the taste of her own ass on it.

Mike's hands locked around her head, trapping her and subjugating her, as he violated her deeper than he ever had any woman. Feeling the tightening in his cock and balls, Mike realized that he was on the verge and he sped up, pounding the conquered matron's head into the wall. Crying out, he came, sending boiling hot semen down the silvery-haired woman's choking throat and drowning her in his wicked, masculine seed.

"Oh, god, take it!"

She gagged, violently.

"Oooh, oooohh, ooohh," Mike cried out, each cry punctuated by a thrust of his cock and a squirt of his come. Each thrust drew a gag from the abused matron, each squirt drew a gurgle.

Mike pushed hard, his penetrating cock sliding into her squeezing throat and cutting off all breathing. He held her there as she struggled to pull her raped throat off of his violating cock. He could feel her choking and convulsing, on the verge of passing out.

"Oh, yes..." Mike said as he conquered Joan. Finally, he released her and her head slid off his cock, come and spit drooling from her lips as the silvery-haired matron collapsed to the bathroom floor like a broken fuck-toy. Her breath came in short shuttering gasps and she coughed out his come. Mike stared down at her, basking in his victory over the whore.

Mike quickly dressed, as he stared at the exhausted woman. He had never imagined himself doing something like that to a woman, before. It was so hot and so wicked; it gave him a tremendous feeling of power.

He couldn't wait to try it with Cynthia.

***

"Let's go," the brunette said. She took Paul by the hand and led him away.

"So, what do you have planned?" he asked.

"You'll see, baby. You'll see..."

***

Mike gathered up Joan's clothes and threw them into the trash. All except her panties, which he put in his pocket. Mike lifted Joan in his arms.

Mike stuck his head out in the hallway. No one was there. He quickly ducked out of the bathroom and went up the stairs. He entered into the master bedroom and dropped Joan on the large bed. The fight had gone out of her, and she merely accepted his actions.

"Now, you stay here and sleep for a while, Joan," Mike said. He watched as her eyes rolled back and she fell asleep.

Mike stared at her sleeping face. She was quite a beautiful woman, despite her age and Mike could tell by her slenderness that she kept herself in reasonably good shape. Mike caressed her face, his hand drifting down her neck, across her shoulder and down her arm to her hand. He felt her slender fingers and looked at the wedding ring she wore. Gripping it between his thumb and forefinger, Mike pulled the ring from the matron's finger.

Smiling, Mike put the ring in his pocket, closed the door and left.

And found himself staring into deep, blue eyes.

"Mom!" he said, surprised.

"Katherine Thorne, for tonight," Jennifer said. "Who's the woman, Michael? You pounded her pretty ruthlessly."

"I can explain," Mike stammered.

"There's no need, Michael. I've done some ruthless things in my past. And... it was sooo arousing, Michael..."

Standing on her tip-toes, she pressed her lips against her son's. Mike drank from the forbidden ambrosia of her lips, desperately.

"Oh, god, Michael. I love you so much, my son."

"I love you, too, mother."

"You should tell me when you are planning something like this, baby," she said, smiling. "I love games."

"Games?" Michael said.

"And I have a plan for a truly wonderful game, Michael," Jennifer said. She whispered softly into his ear.

***

Mike and Jennifer returned to the party, separately, and went to work implementing their plan. Choosing the men who most struck her fancy, Jennifer wove a web of Compulsion about them. Mike did the same with the women. By the end of the night, both of them had collected a large following.

Mike's consisted of Cynthia Winters, Evelyn Flynn, the model: Dana Love, and, of course, the still bound Joan Wheeler.

Jennifer had Paul Nash, the football player whom she seemed to find attractive, the dark and dangerous Robert Valentino, and no less than four other men.

Jennifer looked to Mike and he nodded his readiness.

"Attention, everyone!" Jennifer intoned, her melodious voice filling the room. "The entertainment for tonight will now commence. We have with us, for your very own viewing pleasure..."

She gestured and Mike whispered to his harem. Cynthia, Evelyn and Dana strode to the center of the living room.

The guests circled them, a bit confused, but intrigued.

"On the right, we have a delight that, no doubt, many of you men out there have sampled before..." Jennifer gestured to Cynthia and, immediately, the blonde began stripping. "The lady of lust, the mother of immorality, the vixen of this 'ville: Cynthia Winters!"

There were looks of shock among the guests. A few of the men in the group smiled as Cynthia finished removing her gold sequin dress, her firm and shapely breasts bouncing before her.

"In the center," Jennifer gestured to Evelyn.

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, and then started to remove her emerald dress, as well.

"Your hostess, for tonight. The madam of matrons, the wife of wantonness, the queen of consequence: Evelyn Flynn!"

Several of the men whistled at the matron's form.

"And, on the left, a rare and sensuous treat. Driving all who meet her mad with lust and wanting, cameras following wherever she goes... the model of madness, the damsel of desire, the starlet of sluts: Dana Love!"

Dana glared at the audience with contempt, then, raising her hand to the back of her red dress, she pulled at something that immediately dropped it to her ankles, exposing her nude body beneath.

The audience applauded at that, and more men whistled.

"Now, hold on just a minute, everyone!" It was a woman's voice that broke through the applause and whistles.

Mike recognized her as the blonde that had been introduced to him as Karen Knox.

"I don't think this should be going on, here. I want this place cleared, quickly!"

Mike quickly crossed the room, to the short-haired blonde. "Miss Knox," he said, "don't you think that you could just let everyone have their fun?"

"What's your name, young man?"

"My name, Miss Knox?" Mike asked.

"Yes. Tell me your name. And it's Captain Knox..."

Mike smiled. "This one might be an enjoyable challenge," he thought.

"My name's Mike Connors, Captain Knox. Now, why don't you just let everyone go on about their business and enjoy yourself?"

His mind touched hers. Karen stared at him for a moment, holding his blue-eyed gaze. He could feel her fighting his influence.

"Yes... have your fun. I'll be leaving, now." She quickly pulled away and, before Mike could say anything, left the house.

Mike was impressed. He had never seen anyone resist his Compulsion before. He marked Karen as a challenge for another time.

"Well, where were we?" Jennifer said after Karen had left.

The three naked women stood there, waiting on display: blonde, brunette and redhead, beautiful, one and all.

"Who will be the first to receive their forbidden delights?" Jennifer intoned.

During the stripping, some of the guests had taken their leave, mostly older women with looks of disgust and outrage on their faces. But many more stayed, even a few of the younger women. Mike estimated that a dozen women and perhaps thirty men remained in the house.

"Don't be shy!" Jennifer caught the eye of a young man in the group. "You! Will you be the first? Come now, young man... I can feel your desire. Don't fight it. Embrace it. Show everyone how you feel."

She strode through the group to the young man and touched his chest. "Your heart pounds with your lust. Your eyes betray your attraction."

He looked to Jennifer, his hands went to her waist.

Her hands clapped over his and she stepped back, pulling him with her, back to stand before the three ladies. "I know the one you want, my son..." Jennifer said, her voice soft, but with a sexy edge to it. "Speak your desire and she will perform as I dictate..."

The young man looked into her eyes. "I... want her to pleasure me with... with her hands..."

Jennifer smiled. "A handjob... One of my personal favorites." Jennifer's slender fingers undid the young man's belt and pants. Looking down, Mike's mother removed the young man from his underwear. "Oh, my..." Jennifer said, her fingers caressing the young man's cock.

He was looking into her eyes, entranced by her. Mike was sure that the guy's choice of lady had probably switched to his mother.

Jennifer half-turned to survey the three naked goddesses. "Now, let's see..."

"Evelyn, kneel!"

Evelyn stepped forward and knelt. "Do you want me, young man?" she asked, in a sultry voice.

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Are you sure you want my hand, young man? I would dearly love to suck you."

"I'm sure, ma'am. Your hands, both of them."

Jennifer relinquished his cock to the red-haired mistress, who took him in her hands with sensuous care.

Evelyn felt him for a few seconds and then started jacking. "Slow or fast?"

"Fast, please, ma'am! Both hands!"

Evelyn ran her hand up his cock faster and harder, and placed her other hand on his member, dual-jacking him. The young man started grunting and a minute later, he was spraying his come over the redhead's thin hands. A powerful shot flew out and landed on the left side of her face. She flinched and another shot coated the right side of her face, dripping down to her chin.

"Oh, god! Thank you, ma'am!"

Jennifer stepped up and touched the come on Evelyn's face, smearing it. She moved around behind the kneeling redhead, so that everyone could see, and she caught a large glob of come on her index finger. Raising it to her lips, she sucked slowly and delightfully. Mike was amazed and aroused.

"I need three more volunteers."

No hesitance, this time. Three middle-aged men stepped up. One was balding, the second sported a head of thick grey hair and the third had curly hair. "Oral," Jennifer said and positioned them in front of the three women. She looked down at Evelyn and told her: "You know what to do."

Evelyn unzipped Grey-Hair's pants, removed his dick and started sucking. Jennifer watched her for a minute, and then nodded in approval. Jennifer touched Dana on the shoulder and it was as if the woman knew what to do. She joined Evelyn as quick as a flash, slurping Curly's cock into her mouth. Jennifer stepped behind Cynthia and whispered into her ear, something Mike couldn't hear.

"I know you like throatfucking, bitch, so do your best here..."

Cynthia copied the other's movements and was soon taking Baldy's generous cock down her throat. Jennifer placed her hand on Cynthia's head and stood behind her, looking into Baldy's face.

"Tell me what you want her to do," Jennifer ordered him.

"Go harder..."

Jennifer pushed on Cynthia's head, fingers gripping the blonde's curls, pushed and pulled, forcing the blonde to facefuck herself, hard.

"Go deep..."

Jennifer pushed the blonde head down and held it, there, throated upon Baldy's cock. Baldy opened his eyes and looked at Jennifer.

"Oh, god, jack my cock with her head!"

Jennifer slapped the blonde head up and down on Baldy's iron prick. Cynthia's head choked and gurgled. Jennifer pulled her off and looked at her. "Oh, god, you little bitch! What do you need? Air? Take your breaths and be quick about it. You won't get another." Jennifer looked at Mike and winked at him.

She thrust the blonde head back down on Baldy's cock, jacking and grinding, mashing the red lips against the man's groin. She held the blonde head there, throated and violated completely. Then she rapidly fucked the blonde head on Baldy's cock, jacking him with throat and lips.

"Oh, god! I'm going to come!"

"Face or throat?!" Jennifer demanded.

"Face!"

Jennifer pulled the blonde head off his cock. Cynthia gasped and spit, trying to recover. But she only had seconds before a massive load of semen struck her face, coating her from chin to forehead.

Mike watched as the other men came, as well, filling the room with the 'ohhs' and 'ahhs' of sexual satisfaction, as they deposited their semen onto the faces of the brunette and the redhead.

The crowd was enthralled.

"For our third treat," Jennifer began and swept her arm across the room, where Paul and one of the other men were leading a tied and naked Joan Wheeler in. "A woman that many of you know... though not so intimately as you soon will. We will now see if Mrs. Wheeler is up to the challenge."

She gestured and the four other men stepped up and started stripping off their clothes.

"The crowning of the queen!" Jennifer announced.

Paul released Joan and the other man pushed her to her knees. The men surrounded the unbound matron, enclosing her in a tight circle.

Mike watched in fascination, as she was forced to suck six cocks, one at a time. Joan was passed from one to another to another of the men, each one having his oral opportunity with her. Some, like Paul Nash, were nice, letting her tend to their cocks willingly; others, like Robert Valentino, were not, violently shoving down her throat until she gagged and choked, leaving her covered in her own spit before passing her on to the next man in the circle.

Three times the process was repeated, around the circle, before Paul Nash came, spraying his semen onto Joan's face and head. The others were jerking their cocks as fast as they could. They all came in rapid succession, dousing Joan with their hot seed. Valentino sprayed in her hair and on her forehead, before thrusting his cock in her mouth and throating her, one last time. She was too exhausted to fight and he held her there for nearly a minute before a touch from Jennifer caused him to release her.

Joan gasped, breathless, and stared at the audience. Come covered Joan's face and head, leaving her glistening like a goddess.

The guests clapped and hooted.

"Thank you all for your attention," Jennifer said. "You've been a wonderful audience. The floor stands open and I invite you all to participate. Slake your desires, with these women or with each other."

Mike watched as the guests broke off into groups, each woman with a man or two, they went to more private spots through the house to engage in their carnal pleasures. The remaining men formed a semi-circle around Cynthia, Dana and Joan and attacked them with abandon, thrusting fresh cocks into their hands, pussies, mouths and whatever they could find. One man even jacked his cock with Joan's shoulder-length silvery black hair.

Jennifer brought Evelyn over to Mike. She looked to him like a madam bringing a piece of property for a client to inspect. "Mount my son and fuck him," the brunette mother ordered the redheaded matron.

"Is that what you desire, Michael?" the elder redhead asked.

"Oh, yes..." Mike said.

Sitting down on one of the sofas, he pulled her on top of him and swiftly mounted her upon his cock. She cried out as he entered her. Mike grabbed her by her slender waist and started fucking her up and down on his thrusting cock. She threw her head back and bounced on top of him.

"Oh, oh, oh, god!" the matron cried.

Jennifer looked down at her son. She watched him with admiring eyes. She watched as he fucked the redhead, handling her so easily. He was so strong and masculine. Jennifer rubbed herself as she stared, her hand sliding under and up her dress. She played with her cunt and clit, trying and failing to pleasure herself as her son had.

Mike squeezed Evelyn's waist as he fucked her, pounding his cock deep inside. She screamed as she came and he came with her, sending his come spraying deep inside the screaming matron's womb. Collapsing against Mike's chest, Evelyn let her lips brushed his shoulder. She kissed at him, kissed at his shoulder, neck and chest. "Was that enjoyable for you, Michael?"

Mike rubbed her hair, tangling his fingers in her scarlet locks. "Very enjoyable," he said and wrenched her head back. He kissed and bit at her neck, moved his lips down her chest to her breasts. He kissed and mauled her lovely orbs. "I find you almost as intoxicating as Cynthia," he said, pulling her down to his face and kissing her hard.

"You have something serious with her?"

Mike nodded. "Would you like to join?"

"Oh, definitely," she said.

"Even if it means that I own you, now and forever?"

She smiled that calculating, plotting vulpine smile of hers. "I could find that arrangement enjoyable, my young man."

"Then give me your wedding ring and complete my trinity."

Jennifer watched as the redhead pulled the ring from her finger and handed it to her son like an offering. Mike kissed Evelyn again, eyes watching his mother as she played with herself.




Compulsions Ch. 05



"Evelyn, sit beside me," Mike ordered, and the redhead complied, sliding onto the cushion next to him.

"Mother, sit on my face."

Jennifer smiled and climbed atop her son. Her heels wobbled on the cushion and she almost fell, but Mike grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch to his face. She pushed her skirt up and Mike had access to his mother's lovely pussy. He immediately went in, taking her with his lips and mouth, sucking and kissing at his mother's beautiful sex, trying to pleasure her as she always did him.

"Oh god, Michael! Oh, oh, oh, god, my son!" She cried out.

Jennifer grabbed at the back of the sofa, clutched at it for support and leverage and thrust her pussy onto her son's loving face. She could feel her son's tongue thrusting into her wet folds, tasting and pleasuring all of her secret places. She ground her hips and felt his tongue go deep inside her. His hands left her ass and slid down her slender, athletic legs. It was an awkward position Jennifer was in and she felt her arms and legs tiring. The pleasure in her pussy grew. The burning in her limbs grew. Pleasure and pain building and compounding forever, until she cried out.

Mike pulled away and Jennifer opened her eyes. He was looking up into her eyes. His hands were on her back, lessening the burning sensations. "I got you, mother..." he said and Jennifer let go as he stood, sliding into his arms as he lifted her. She snuggled contentedly. No feeling she had ever felt compared to the feeling of love and protection she had when her son held her and carried her.

Mike climbed the stairs to Evelyn's room. He placed his mother on the bed and slid on top of her, feeling her softness beneath him. She spread her slender legs and her son entered her. She was wet and oh, so tight. There was a specific feel to her: a rightness and a perfection Mike had never felt in another woman.

Michael looked into his mother's sapphire eyes and started to move. Mother and son said nothing as they fucked. Her body yielded to his and he fucked her with his cock and with his sharp blue eyes.

They lay together in static motion, feeling each other inside and out. Always she yielded, giving into his passions. The more he took, the more he gave to her, building desire and wanting in epic quantities until she could no longer stand it. She pulled at him, desperately, pulled him inside. His muscles contracted and his cock convulsed. He grabbed her head and held her, their faces close and breaths mingling. He came, a river of come shooting inside her, and she thrashed beneath him with her own orgasm.

"Michael, pull me on top of you."

He rolled her over and she lay on his chest. "I can't help but feel this way about you," she said. She kissed at his chest, her teeth teasing his chest hairs. "I don't think I can go back to being your mother, Mike..."

"You'll always be my mother, Jennifer," he said. "But there will be wonderful times when you forget, and in those exciting, incestual moments, you'll be my lover and my wife."

"I think I just did. When you lifted me and carried me. I felt so secure with you. I still do." She paused. "Tell me."

"I love you, Jennifer."

"Tell me, again."

"I love you, Jennifer."

Mike held his mother until she drifted off to sleep.

***

Mike rose in the early morning, leaving his mother in bed.

Downstairs, people were passed out on the floor. Cynthia Winters was crushed between two men, sleeping contentedly. Dana Love was passed out in a pile of men, dried come sticking to her skin. Evelyn Flynn was atop a young man, her hand still clenched around his generous cock.

Mike spotted Joan Wheeler off to the side. It looked like she had crawled away from the fucking, at some point. Her silvery hair was matted with still wet come. Mike touched her hair, feeling the slippery come through the matted tresses. Tangling his fingers in her locks, he pulled her to her feet, waking her violently.

Mike grabbed her bag and took Joan out to her car. It was still dark outside. He opened the driver's side door and pushed her into the seat. He rounded the car and got in the passenger's side.

"Where's my tape of Miss Walsh, Joan?"

"My computer. In the backseat."

Mike reached into the back and retrieved it. He opened it and turned it on. "Where at?"

"C-Drive. My Files. Evidence. It's under Robin Walsh." Joan said.

Mike clicked on the appropriate file and, sure enough, it was the video of himself and Robin en flagrante. There were other files there, too. Some more videos and some documents, all with different names. Mike took a flash drive from the notebook case and inserted it. He started copying the files to the drive. It would take a few minutes.

"Is all of this blackmail evidence, Mrs. Wheeler?"

She nodded.

Mike seized her by the hair, pulled her close to his face.

"Suck my cock!" he said. He watched as she unzipped him, pulled out his cock and started sucking. "Your blackmailing days are over. You're going to be a nice, proper lady from now on. And you will pay for your past actions."

Mike put his hands on her head and pushed. She throated him and gagged and spit. He could feel the drool sliding down his cock. He released and she pulled back, coughing. He grabbed her hair and turned her head toward him.

"Do you hear me?!" He shook her head, hard. "I want you to be the perfect woman, Joan! Nice, kind and submissive!"

She stared at him, her mouth slack and wet and bubbly. Mike kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tasting her. He sucked at her lips, stealing her breath away.

Mike pulled her from his lips, giving her time for one breath, and thrust her down on his cock, again, her sudden cry cut off and muffled. Pounding her head up and down, Mike throatfucked Joan Wheeler ruthlessly, thrusting and grinding, masturbating his meat with her head, his cock repeatedly striking the back of her throat and sliding down it.

"I know that this is hard for you, but you will learn to be a lady!"

She was trying to cry out and Mike pulled her off of him, giving her just a single breath, and kissed her again. His mouth took pleasure from her wet lips. He licked inside her mouth. He could feel her mumble and murmur. Mike sucked again, draining what little air she had in her lungs, pulled away and thrust her head back on his cock.

She tried to cry out as he penetrated her throat, but her protestations only brought her tormentor more pleasure in the form of screaming vibrations that shot up Michael's cock. He pounded her head up and down, his cock feeling like it was thrusting into her brain.

"Do you want to be a whore forever, Joan?! Or do you want to be a lady who doesn't have to be raped anymore, you come-covered slut?!" She went limp, completely passive, on him and endured his rending cock-thrusts into her mouth and throat. "How... much... longer... will I have to punish... YOU?!!"

He pulled out of her and she took deep, gulping breaths.

"I want to do as you say. I want to make up for what I have done. I swear I will, master. I'll be the perfect lady for you and only you, Michael. Only you. I swear. I swear..." Her face cracked and she sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes. She laid her sweet, mature face on his cock and Mike could feel the warm tears running down his stiff cock.

"Oh, god, baby, that's too much..." Mike convulsed and came, semen spurting out to strike that tear-stained face. Joan reacted, instantaneously. Her mouth opened and her lips locked around his manhood, struggling to catch his precious seed. Mike watched her as she swallowed, her crying eyes locked on his, no longer haughty or arrogant or fearful or sorrowful, but loving and submissive. Mike wondered if she was really feeling it, or acting. It didn't matter.

"I want you to go home and go to bed. But before you do, you will tell your husband that you don't want him anymore. That you want a divorce. Then you will go to sleep and sleep soundly. You won't fear me anymore, but love me as your one, true love."

"Yes, my love. I will do everything you say. I swear..." Joan said, touching his face. Mike found himself almost believing her. In time, perhaps she could convince him, and they could be true lovers.



Compulsions Ch. 06



-21-

SUNDAY

Mike pulled his mother's car into the garage and parked. He shut the engine off and looked over at his mother, Jennifer.

Jennifer lay on the passenger's seat, asleep, her long black hair hanging about her strong, slender shoulders. Mike stared at her for a few minutes, admiring her beauty. Her black evening dress was short and her long, sensuous legs drew his gaze. He touched her warm leg and pulled it to him. Spreading her legs, he went down on her, his lips licking and sucking at her. She stirred and woke, hands moving to his head and she moaned, deeply.

"Oh, god!"

Long minutes passed and Mike felt his mother shiver beneath him as she came.

"Oh, my son!"

She grabbed at him and he took her into his arms, lifted her and carried her into the house.

Mike turned the water on in the bathtub and stripped his mother naked while he was waiting for it to fill up. Her head lolled and she looked at him with half-closed eyes and smiled at his luxurious touch.

Mike washed Jennifer's tall, slender form, his hands soaping her lithe body, from her shoulders to her breasts to her legs. Dousing her with clean water, he rinsed her off. His strong hands went to her midnight hair and he lathered the dark tresses, feeling her sexy head.

It was all Mike could do to keep from ramming his cock down her throat and using her like a limp fuck-toy.

But he restrained himself.

Mike picked her up, dried her and laid her into her bed. Her hand tightened around his wrist and she pulled at him.

"Mumm," she said, "Lay with me..."

Mike complied and, over the next hour, did everything his mother wished of him.

-22-

Mike left Jennifer sleeping in her bed. The memory of her thighs and breasts stayed with him, though, slowly dimming into the back of his mind.

Mike looked up as a car tore into the driveway. It was Jim's car. He was back, already. Now, why had Mike thought that he wouldn't see him again? He had had this feeling about Jim and Joy. Like they were going to disappear together and never be heard from again. Mike shrugged. He guessed it was nothing.

He went to meet them.

"Mike! I need your help, buddy!" came Jim's excited voice.

"What's up?" Mike asked, as he walked up to the car.

"Joy is in danger."

Mike blinked in surprise. He opened the door and got in, sliding into the seat next to the blonde.

Jim reversed the car and took off.

"We have to go get Joy's mom and get out of town!" Jim said.

"What's going on?" Mike demanded.

Joy spoke. "It's my dad. He's here. I just got a call from him. I didn't even know that he had my new number. But he's here and he going to do something."

"So call the cops," Mike said. "We'll get your mom and bring her back to my place, until they find him."

"It's not that simple," Joy said. "My father is Robert Valentino."

"The gangster? Your mother married him?" Mike asked. The memory of the face flashed into Mike's head. Tall, suave and dangerous looking. Ruthless, too.

"I need to get Joy and Kay out of town," Jim said. "I know that you have money. I need to borrow some, man. I don't want to involve my mother in this."

Mike nodded. "Sure, whatever you need." The rest of the trip passed with Mike wondering what he could do to help his friends. Mike looked up as they pulled into the driveway of Kay's house.

***

Kay Valentino looked up when she heard the car pull in and the footsteps approach the door. She jumped up. She was going to give Joy a piece of her mind! Kay didn't blame the girl for staying out late and sleeping with guys. The Lord knew that Kay, herself, had done enough of that in her time.

Kay Parker had been a beautiful young woman, beautiful enough to attract the attentions of the rich and powerful. With her figure: five-foot-nine, 130 pounds and 34D breasts and her complexion: blonde hair, blue eyes and creamy skin, she had had her choice of men and lives. She was 38, now, and though her appearance had suffered a bit over the years, it certainly wasn't enough that any man would comment on it.

Her daughter, Joy, had to realize that they were both in danger. Robert could find them at any time. Kay sighed. It was time to move on from this town. She knew it, now. They had stayed too long. She was only happy that, courtesy of Robert's profession and carelessness, they had the means to continue traveling. The money might last for a long time, but how long would the hideouts hold out?

Kay opened the door. Out of nowhere, something hit her in the face, splitting her lip and throwing her to the floor.

Robert Valentino stepped in.

"Hi, Kay," he said. "It took me awhile to find you, this time."

A second, larger, man stepped in behind him. A nine-millimeter automatic was in his hand, a flashy nickel-plated thing that Kay remembered.

Kay struggled to get to her knees and stood. Robert gestured. The man with the pistol checked the house. He came back and shook his head.

Robert grabbed Kay by the hair, nearly tearing it out by the roots. "Where's Joy? All I want is to see my girl, Kay."

"And then you'll what? Let me go?" Kay said. "We both know that's a lie."

Robert touched her lip, rubbed the blood away. He threw her into a chair. "I want us to get back together, again. Be a family."

"Yeah, right," Kay was amazed that her voice was so steady. Inside she was shaking with fear. She knew what Robert was going to do to her. She had even seen it, once. It was that incident that had made her finally leave him. That incident that had caused her to take Joy and the brown briefcase Robert kept in his safe and just run.

"Where is it, Kay?"

"It?" she smirked. "What 'it' are you talking about, Robert?"

"What the hell am I doing?" she wondered to herself. "He's going to kill me! What about Joy? Will he kill her, too?! I can't let him find her!"

"You want to play games. Very brave of you, Kay. I didn't think you had it in you. I didn't think that when I caught you, you'd be so calm. Of course the knowledge of what happens in these circumstances can be very comforting. Any knowledge can sometimes be a comfort, no matter how harsh the reality is."

He loomed over her.

"But what if you don't know what I'm going to do?" he asked. "You saw me torture and kill a man, Kay, but you've never seen what I can do to a woman. You'd never imagine how long it can go on."

He leaned forward and whispered. "You remember that night in Monte Carlo? When I was so drunk and did those things to your ass? You told me if I did it again, you'd leave me... I can make that night can seem like your fondest dream, bitch. I can make that night go on and on, forever."

Kay looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes.

"I've been married to you for twenty years, Robert... It's already gone on too long. Do your worst."

Robert frowned. He gestured to his man.

Kay watched as the man tossed the pistol to Robert and began to strip off his clothes. In no time, he was naked.

"What's this? You... you wouldn't?" Kay said.

"I've had my fill of you over the years, my dear. But there are those who've never had a taste, at all."

He gestured, again, and the thug grabbed her, tore her clothes from her. Her dress ripped down the back. Her skirt ripped. Her panties ripped. And then she was naked and fighting him, slashing her nails down his chest and clawing at his eyes. He caught her arms and twisted them behind her. He threw her to the dining room table. He pressed her face to the tablecloth and entered her from behind. She cried out at the brutalization. She was dry and he ripped into her.

"Ahhh! God, Robert! No!"

She tried to struggle, as the thug raped her, but his hands gripped her arms with iron strength. He savagely pleasured himself upon her and she felt wetness begin to spread through her. She tried to deny it, but her body was responding. She tried to rise and she felt a stunning blow in the back of her head. Her chin struck the tabletop and she bit her lip, drawing more blood. Her vision seemed to fade out and it took her a few moments to recover from the punch.

When she looked up, Robert was standing there. He grabbed her hair and looked into her eyes, as his thug raped her. "Tell me where Joy is, Kay," Robert said. "Tell me and save yourself, baby."

He grabbed her face and rubbed the blood from her lip across her cheek. It drew scarlet smears on her fine cheekbones. "It can last a long time, Kay. I can take you back to the mansion. Our house, Kay. I can throw you in the wine cellar. Have each one of my men take you, in turn. Bring you out at parties to service the guests. I hear that the Senator is going to be back in the city, next week. He's always wanted a crack at you."

Kay cried out, shaken, brutally, by the thug's raping.

Robert put the pistol to her head. "Or I can just end it, now," he said, finger tightening on the trigger. "One little pull and he's fucking a corpse..."

"Oh, god..." she moaned. "I'm going to die!" she thought.

Robert pulled the gun away.

"Or maybe not just yet," he said.

Kay's eyes filled with tears. "When will my next breath be the last? Oh, god..." she thought, horribly.

"You see, baby," he said. "I can torment you for a long time or a short time. It's my choice. Mine, Kay. Are you about done, buddy?"

The thug grunted and came, spraying copious amounts of boiling hot semen into Kay's pussy.

"On her knees..." Robert said.

Kay was pulled from the table and forced to kneel before him. The thug's big cock dangled near her face. Robert's pistol dangled, too.

"Tell me where the money is, Kay. And Joy. My daughter and the money and I'll let you go, Kay. I promise. You can go to Mexico and become a prostitute, dance naked on the poker tables and blow drug dealers for ten bucks a pop. I don't care. You'll live. Don't you want to live, baby? Aren't you going to tell me?"

Kay looked up at him.

"No..."

"Amazing," Robert said. He raised the pistol to her head. "Beg for his cock in your throat, bitch!"

"Shoot me," she said.

Robert gestured and the thug grabbed her head. Kay clenched her teeth. There was no way she was letting him into her throat. The thug hit her so hard, her skull rang.

Her mouth fell open and he plunged his cock inside her. "If I feel those teeth, bitch..." he warned. Kay tried to fight, but he forced her head down on his oversized cock and pushed, trying to make room for his thick pole. She gagged and gurgled around him. He was so thick, she didn't think that her throat would stretch that far. He pushed and pushed, his strong hands clenching her head like a vise, until she felt like her neck would break. He made it into her throat, finally, and began throat-raping her.

Her screams were muffled by his cock; her fingers dug uselessly into his thighs. It was no use. She quit fighting and gave up all hope.

He throat-raped her for a time. He drove her to the edge of passing out, several times. Each moment was an eternity of suffering, until finally he came again, choking her with his come. She felt like she was drowning. He pulled away and she was dropped, face-first, into a puddle of spit and semen. She lay there, too exhausted to even rise, too sickened to even vomit.

"You see, Kay... my baby-doll," Robert said, as he knelt beside her head. His hand touched her wet hair and rubbed. "You're mine. Your life, your death, your pleasure and your suffering are all at my command."

He wrenched her head and pulled her to her knees, again. She knelt there, looking up at him.

"This is it, Kay," Robert said. "The last time. Tell me what I want to know."

Spit and semen drooled from her slack lips. Kay's hair was matted and her face was bruised and bloodied. She looked like hell. She looked dead. "Go... fuck... yourself..." her voice was small, but determined.

Robert's face hardened.

He raised his pistol.

Just then, the door opened. Two young men ran in, stopping dead when they saw what was going on.

The first was tall and dark-haired, Kay saw, an extraordinarily handsome young man with deep, caring blue eyes. It was nice, looking at those eyes, she thought. She could get lost in them... just lost and never come back.

The second young man, the brown-haired one, was standing beside her daughter. Kay felt like she wanted to die. Robert had won. He had gotten Joy.

"Daddy..." Joy gasped, and her hands went to her face when she saw her mother.

The dark-haired young man took a step towards them. The pistol immediately came up, leveled at Kay's blonde head. "Stop!" Robert said.

Everyone froze.

"One more step, kid, and you'll be the last thing that she ever sees..."

There was a pause, as the dark-haired young man looked at Kay. Kay gasped at the intense blue of his eyes. He was so beautiful. His face hardened and she saw confidence. Something about him started to change. His eyes seemed to grow in luminescence, as if they were dimming all light around them and channeling it. Brighter and brighter. "Blue, so blue..." Kay thought.

Robert's gun shook... his finger tightened on the trigger.

Robert suddenly pivoted and fired, gunning down the thug with three well-placed bullets, right through the kill ring. The thug dropped. Kay watched, hypnotized, as the dark-haired man slammed into Robert, his greater body weight taking the older man to the floor. The brown-haired man joined him and, after a flurry of punches, the two of them had subdued Robert and tied him up.

Mike stood and kicked the gun away. Kay looked up at him.

"Who? Who are you?" Kay asked, quietly.

"Mike Connors," he said and helped her up.

-23-

"Is that all, Captain Knox?" Jim asked.

The blonde-haired cop looked at him, then at the statements that the young man and his friend had given, as well as the mother and daughter.

"Well, my detectives have taken your statements. And you both affirm that everything you've told is absolutely true?"

She stared at the two young men.

"Yeah," Jim said.

Karen looked at Mike. "Absolutely, Miss Knox," he said.

"Captain Knox," she amended.

"Captain Knox," Mike repeated.

"I suppose that you both are free to go," she said, finally.

"What's going to happen to him?" Jim asked.

"Ballistics and gunpowder residue match the gun and the shooting to Robert Valentino. All of you are cleared of that. Valentino confessed to everything. Strange, that, but we've got it on tape. Miss Parker is going to press charges against him for everything she can. Murder, assault, rape, breaking and entering... the list goes on and on. He's going away for a long, long time."

All three stood. Karen was tall; she could almost look them in the eyes.

"There's just one thing that I don't understand about your stories," she said. "He killed his own man. I can't figure that one out. What do you two think?"

Jim shrugged.

"I think he was going to frame him, Captain," Mike said. "Kill us all. Make it look like in the struggle we killed the other guy. Then he doesn't have to worry. The perpetrator is already dead, right? He gets away without much of an investigation. No one is searching for him. He goes home and forgets everything."

Karen nodded. "Well thought out, Mr. Connors. You're probably right. Goodbye."

Mike and Jim exited.

"Very neat, Mr. Connors," she said, quietly. "Too neat..."

Karen Knox felt that something was wrong with Michael Connors. He was too quick with his thoughts, like someone who had worked it all out in his brain, already. He had answers for everything. She knew his type through and through. He was a plotter and a planner.

She remembered him from the other night at Judge Flynn's. Whatever had gone on there after she had left (and she had a pretty damn good idea what), Mike Connors was right at the center of it.

But the Judge was her benefactor and she had felt that she shouldn't be involved with what happened there.

Now this and Mike was involved, again. As was Robert Valentino. Could there be another connection between them? Karen thought about it. She turned and watched the young man as he left with a tall brunette.

Karen recognized the woman from the party: Mike's mother.

"Wait a minute," Karen thought.

So, the evidence was this:

-1- Valentino, Connors and his mother had all been involved with the 'party' at Flynn's. -2- Connors' friend was dating the Valentino girl and had left with her on a trip for a few days, only to arrive conveniently back in the nick of time to save the mother. -3- From the way she looked at him, Karen knew that Connors had fucked the Valentino girl. -4- The mother was mesmerized with Connors; she had said as much in her statement and it had heaped such praise upon him as to make him out as the sole hero of the entire situation.

What did the evidence point to?

-1- Connors was involved with Valentino in something. -2- Connors wasn't involved with Valentino, but something strange was going on with him. -3- It was all a big coincidence, coupled with wild misreads of those involved by Knox.

"Very interesting," Karen thought.

She looked up when the interrogation room door opened and Mistress Rose entered in a wave of fiery red hair.

Karen gave her a guarded, level look.

An attractive woman in her 40's, and tall at five-foot-ten, Mistress Rose had long red hair and cold, commanding dark eyes that sparked with perception and intelligence.

"What's your assessment of those two, Captain?" the tall woman asked.

"I don't believe this Michael Connors, Mistress. There's something he isn't telling me, and I don't like mysteries."

"You should savor a good mystery, Karen," the redhead said, "The racing thrill of the unknown and the intense feeling of victory when you solve it." Her voice took on a sultry tone. She paused.

"What are you going to do about it, Karen?" Rose asked, finally.

"There's nothing I can do, Mistress. I have a confession. Case closed."

"Wrong, Karen. You will look into this young man, off the record of course, and report what you find to me and no one else."

"Of course, Mistress... I'm sorry, Mistress."

"But, of course you are." And she laughed.

"And... Valentino?"

"He's outlived his usefulness to me. I'm afraid that opportunity is gone. Let the law deal with him as it will."

***

Jennifer drove Michael home.

"What you did was very brave, Michael," Jennifer said. "But, please, promise me that you will be more careful in the future."

"Mom!" he protested.

"Michael, a man died! And you could have, too!" Jennifer said, desperately. "Your powers are strong, but they can't protect you from everything! And... you have to maintain a low profile. Can you even imagine what the authorities might do if they found out about your... our abilities?"

"I didn't say anything..." he said, quietly. "I don't want to talk about it."

Jennifer pulled into the driveway. Mike immediately popped the door.

"Mike," she hollered. "Where are you going?"

"I have to know that Kay is alright. I'm going to see her, mom." He got into Howard's car and drove away.

***

Mike arrived at Kay's house. He saw two cars outside, Jim's and Kay's. Mike walked to the house and knocked. Joy answered. When she saw Mike, she hugged him, hard.

"Oh, Mike, thank you so much!" She said. "I'll do anything for you! Anything!" She kissed him, passionately and whispered into his ear. "I mean it, Mike... anytime, anywhere, I'm yours..."

"Joy..." he said. She looked at him. "I'm glad you're alright. How is your mother?"

"She's not good, Mike." Joy said. "She won't talk to me. She's in her room and she won't come out."

"I'll go talk to her..."

Mike walked to her room and entered. "Kay? Kay, are you awake?"

Kay turned to face him. "It's you! Thank god!" Her beautiful face was bruised; her lip had been split and stitched shut. She got out of her bed and walked to him. She was wearing only her underwear. She hugged him, tightly, and cried. "I can't stop thinking about it! I was so scared! Make it go away! Please, make it go away!" She broke down and Mike held her tightly, feeling her sobs.




Compulsions Ch. 06



Mike felt helpless. She needed his help and there was nothing he could do. He could save her from Robert, but he couldn't help her with this...

Unless he could. He could control memories, after a fashion. After all, there were times that he made people forget things. Could he do it, here?

He could try. He had to try.

"Kay, do you trust me?" he asked.

"What?" She looked at him. "Of course, with my life. Why wouldn't I?"

Manipulation. His mother had told him about it. Confusion and trickery. He could trick her into forgetting. It would work.

Mike stared into her eyes. He took her back through the rape in her mind, through all the details of what had happened. He tried to dim each memory in her mind, suppress each horror. It wasn't something he had ever done before, or even thought about. Unexpectedly, he felt something tear loose from her mind. Memory or personality, Mike couldn't tell.

She tried to scream, but Mike covered her mouth and held her. She went limp in Mike's arms and fell unconscious.

Mike's breathing was heavy. "Had it worked?" Mike wondered. "And what was that dreadful feeling of something tearing away?" Mike didn't know, but the memories had been altered and something suppressed. He hoped that she could live with it, now. He had gotten the feeling that she would never be able to suppress the horror and pain of those memories, alone. Already, he could tell that she didn't want to, couldn't, live with what had happened.

Mike released her and laid her on the bed. She slept. He rubbed her hair for a few minutes, marveling at her beauty.

Eventually, Mike went back to Joy. "I think she'll be okay," he said.

"Really?" Joy asked. "What did you say to her?"

"Nothing, really," he answered.

Joy pulled him to the couch and sat between him and Jim. She kissed them and thanked them each, in turn. Twisting, she lay across the two of them, her head in Jim's lap and her ass in Mike's.

"Jim," she started. "Would you like it if, sometime, you both had me, together? I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you would be okay with it. What do you think?"

Jim looked at Mike and Mike wondered what he was thinking.

"I suppose that would be fun," he finally said.

Joy kissed him, quickly. "But only Mike, not anyone else you might want to fuck, girl. I'm a jealous guy."

"I understand..." she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Mike couldn't believe that he had agreed.

Joy rolled over onto her hands and knees, suspended above both their laps. She unzipped Jim's jeans and pulled out his cock. Smiling, she attacked it with gusto, slurping the long shaft into her mouth. Her blonde hair cascaded down over her face and Jim quickly grabbed it and pulled it back, as if he wanted to see her perform.

Mike shrugged and unbuttoned Joy's jeans. Jim had said that he could have her. Mike pulled her jeans off, revealing her perfect, panty-clad ass. He pulled them off, as well. Mike shifted position, laying down and hanging a leg over the arm of the couch. He positioned Joy's knees on either side of his head and reached up to lick her cunt.

"Oh, yes..." she said around Jim's cock. She pulled off for a second. "Oh, Michael, yes. That's so good..." And then she slurped Jim's cock back inside, this time taking him deep into her youthful throat.

She sucked Jim expertly, as Mike licked at her; his ministrations driving her to greater exertions, until she was fucking Jim's cock with her face.

"Oh, oh, yeah!" Jim said and came down Joy's throat. She gurgled around his semen, and her pussy exploded on Mike's face. "Oh, fuck yeah," Mike said as he lapped at her wet snatch.

"Fucking awesome!" Jim said. He looked at Mike. "I think you drove her wild. Her cocksucking was perfect."

Mike sat up and pulled Joy to sit between them. Jim lay back, spent and recovering, while Mike pealed Joy's t-shirt off and unsnapped her bra. Mike grabbed at her breasts and kissed and licked them.

Jim looked at Joy. "Is that what you wanted on Friday when you made me promise to give you something?"

Joy looked at him. "No, that wasn't it."

"Well, then what did you want?"

"I wanted you to marry me, Jim," she said as she looked him straight in the eye.

Mike nearly choked on her nipple. "What did you say?"

"I want Jim to marry me. I knew after our first meeting that he was the one." She turned to look at him. "You are the one, Jim..."

"Yeah," Jim said. "We make a good couple. I think you're right."

"That must be the quickest relationship I've ever heard of!" Mike said.

"Well, why not?" Jim said.

"You mean," Mike said. "I've got my hands on the tits of my best friend's fiancé?"

Joy giggled and grabbed his hands, squeezing her tits with them. She seemed to find all of this extremely amusing. "It looks that way, baby!" She grabbed him and jumped into his lap, kissing him. But she only had eyes for Mike's friend. Mike suddenly got the unusual feeling that his relationship with Joy was going to be one of the most interesting he would ever have.

"Now, come on, Mike," she said. "Lay back and let me suck your cock."

She slid down to the floor, between his knees and put her face on his crotch. Mike shot a glance at Jim, and saw that he only seemed eager for the show. Mike looked back at Joy and watched as she pulled out his cock, took him in her mouth and sucked him inside.

"Oh, god..." he said, as he felt the warmth of her mouth.

She sucked on the head for a several seconds.

"Come on, go deeper, baby," Jim said. "I want to see it."

Joy smiled around Mike's dick and pushed deeper.

"Hold it for thirty seconds, baby," Jim ordered. Joy complied, holding Mike in her throat and driving him nearly mad.

"Oh, yes!" Mike said.

Mike laid his head back and continued to let his best friend give his fiancé instructions on how to suck his cock. Jim told her to slide up and down and she did, fucking Mike's cock with her lips. He ordered her to deepthroat, again, and she ground her head down, eyes locked on Jim, the whole time. Jim ordered her to lick and she twirled her tongue around Mike's cockhead.

"Oh, fuck...!" Mike grunted and Jim knew what that meant.

"Okay," he said to his girlfriend. "Now take his come in your mouth. Don't spill a drop."

"Oh, fuck!" Mike said, again, and his load exploded into Joy's mouth. Greedily, she sucked it up, allowing it to coat her tongue and the insides of her mouth.

"Mummm," she moaned.

He spurted again and again, emptying his balls into his best friend's girl's mouth. Finally, he stopped and Joy looked up at him, her eyes flicking from his to Jim's as they curved into a smile around Mike's cockhead.

"Show me, baby," Jim ordered and Joy opened her mouth, tonguing the come out onto her lips and face. She spit and sucked, playing with Mike's come.

Jim grabbed her head, turned her face up. "Swallow it!" he ordered and watched as his girl swallowed another man's seed.

The door to Kay's room opened and she came out, rubbing her eyes. Joy jumped to her feet, and not knowing where to go, slid in between Mike and Jim. Jim quickly tucked his cock back into his jeans. Mike shrugged and let his cock hang free for Kay to see.

"I thought you three were doing something," she said. She passed by, drawing her hand across Joy's hair and shoulders. "Don't worry, Joy, I'm not going to chastise you or ground you. Mike and Jim are friends of the family, now."

"Mom," Joy said uncertainly. "Are you feeling okay?"

Kay's hand moved from Joy's to Mike's shoulder.

"Much better, dear," the mother replied. "Mike helped me out with that. Whatever you did it really worked. I feel soooo good..." She practically purred.

"It was just a relaxation technique. You looked like you could use it."

She squeezed his shoulder and leaned over him, looking at something. "I could use a lot more of that from you..." And she walked into the kitchen. Joy jumped up and quickly followed. Jim watched the naked girl bounce away, and then winked at Mike.

"I think she's yours, buddy..." he said.

"What?"

"Kay. Did you hear the way she was talking?"

"She was half asleep, Jim," Mike said. "And I don't think that this is really the right time for that stuff."

Mike hoped that was all it was. He still had a bad feeling about what had happened when he was in her mind.

"I'd fuck her if she was half dead!" Jim proclaimed. "Don't wait too long." He paused. "Are you going to let that thing hang out all day?"

Mike looked down at his cock. "Oh, right." He put it back in his jeans and zipped himself up.

Kay came back into the living room and knelt between the two men. Her red lips broke into a beautiful, sexy smile. "Could you both help me?" she said. Mike and Jim didn't know what to say to the beautiful matron.

"Not that," she said, after a moment. "There will be time for that in a little while. Right now, I want you to push this couch back."

Mike and Jim looked at each other, confused, and did as she told them. Under the couch was a rug. Kay rolled it up, revealing a hidden compartment and a floor-safe. Kay deftly ran her slender fingers across the tumbler, spun it back and forth and opened the safe. She pulled out a slim leather briefcase and dumped the contents out on the couch. A brown manila envelope and three or four stacks of cash. Mike and Jim looked at each other. Jim picked up the cash.

"Three stacks of hundreds and one of thousands," he said.

"One hundred and thirty thousand dollars," Kay said. "But here's the real surprise. I didn't expect to find these."

She handed Mike the brown envelope. Mike opened it, pulled out the thick, oversized notes and stared.

"U.S. Treasury Bearer Bonds," Kay said, as she sat and crossed her long, smooth, slender legs. "There are twenty."

Mike thumbed through them. Each one bore the legend: One Million Dollars.

"Twenty million dollars?!" Jim exclaimed.

"Twenty million dollars," she echoed.

"This is what Valentino wanted!" Mike said. "How in hell could get his hands on so much money?"

"I don't know, Michael," Kay said. "Maybe it's his life's earnings. Maybe it doesn't all belong to him. I don't really care." She reached out and took the bonds from his hands. "They belong to me, now."

She thumbed through them, counting.

"Damn," Jim said. "No wonder he was so crazed! I'd be, too."

Kay stood, between the two men. She held out a stack to each of them. "Four ways. I keep my own and my daughter's share."

"What are you talking about?" Jim said.

"We all shared the danger," Kay told him. "You both saved my life. You're each entitled to a reward."

She looked at him. Jim took the five bonds and fanned them out. He stared at them, speechless for the first time that Mike could remember.

"Manage the money well," she said, "and you'll live a long, comfortable life with my daughter, Jim."

Jim looked at her.

"I heard," Kay said and smiled. "She made a good choice in you, Jim. Though not the one I would have made." And she looked at Mike.

"I told you she wanted you!" Jim hooted.

Kay smiled and kissed Mike in a long passionate embrace. Seconds passed and she finally broke away, breathless. "Now," she said. "Both of you help us pack. I want to get out of this place and start a new life."

"Where are we going to go, mom?" Joy asked. She had dressed and just reentered the room.

"Anywhere but here," she said. "If I stay in this place, I'll have nightmares forever."

"You can stay at my place, Miss Parker," Jim volunteered and turned to Joy. "Both of you can, for as long as you like."

"I don't know, Jim," Kay said. "I don't want to impose..."

"We've got plenty of room at my house. Three extra bedrooms. Don't I, Mike? Anyway, Miss Parker, my sister is going back to college tomorrow and my mom wouldn't care if you stayed. It's just her and me, now that dad's left. She's kind of bored and lonely. Maybe you two could be friends?"

"That's kind of you, but..." Kay said. She was about to refuse, but saw the look on her daughter's face.

"Jim's trying to be nice, mother," Joy said. "Can't you just accept a gift from your future son?"

"You're right... we gratefully accept, Jim."

-24-

Mike, Jim and the two women entered Jim's front door. They were all carrying luggage. Kay and Joy had traveled light while on the run from Robert, but they still had a lot of clothes and some personal possessions.

"Mom's not here, right now," Jim said. "She went out with Ashley and they'll probably be gone for a while."

Jim pointed things out. "This is the living room. The dining room and kitchen are through there. Master bedroom is on the ground floor, down the hall. All the other rooms are on the second floor."

Joy walked through the well-lit, expansive living room and peered out the back door.

"Pool is out back," Jim called out, "but it needs to be cleaned, first. Mike and I can do that, when the weather warms up."

Mike shrugged. He didn't mind cleaning the pool, not when he got to make use of it whenever he wanted.

Mike and his mother lived a bit more simply than Jim did. Jim's father had always been rather well-off. Still, Mike thought, maybe he would get a pool for his mother, with some of the money Kay had given him.

"You can sunbathe, if you're into that," Jim continued. "It's private out here."

"Nice," Joy said and kissed Jim.

It was like they had been together for months rather than days, Mike thought as he watched them. Turning his head, he noticed that Kay was watching, too. She had a thoughtful look on her face.

"I'll show you to your room..." Jim said to Joy.

"That would be nice, too," Joy said, and ran her fingernails across his chest. They headed upstairs together.

Mike helped Kay with her things, while Jim got Joy settled into her room.

"Thanks a lot, Mike," Kay said, gratefully. "Boy, do I need to change..."

Mike turned to head out.

"It's okay, Mike. You can stay."

Kay unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Her bra followed, as well as her slacks and her panties, until she was nude before him. Mike stared at the older woman's naked back and legs. He could see the side of her breast and her erect nipple. He hadn't gotten a detailed look at her nude form, before. She turned to face him and Mike got a great view of her full, ripe breasts.

He also spotted bruises on her slender wrists and voluptuous thighs. She had a lump on the back of her head, a couple bruises on her face and a split lip with several stitches.

Mike stepped up to Kay. She was tall, but very slim. He cupped her chin and surveyed the damage to her beautiful face. "Bastard..." Mike said, softly. "I should have killed him."

"Don't say that, Mike," Kay told him. "If you did, you'd be in jail."

"I should have made him kill himself, but I couldn't quite concentrate well enough," Mike whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

Mike shook his head and looked down. Kay took his chin and lifted his face to look into hers.

"Michael," she said. "I'm yours, now and forever. I know that it's silly to say that, but I mean it, truly. I want you like I've never wanted a man. I can't explain why I feel this way." She kissed him and pressed her body against him. "I'll be ready when you want me. Whenever. Even now."

Mike's arms snaked around her shoulders and he crushed her to him. Grabbing her hair, he tilted her head back and mauled her lips.

She pulled back and touched her lip.

"Ouch," she said. "Sorry, it's really tender."

"That's alright," Mike told her. He loosened his grip in her hair, but still held her firmly. "I'll be gentle with you."

Kay smiled. "Be as rough or as gentle as you like, Michael. I can handle it."

Kay pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it, revealing his athletic torso and muscular chest.

"Nice," Kay said and smiled. "You work out."

Mike took his shoes and his jeans off, then his underwear. His erect cock pointed at Kay's stomach. He kissed her, again, more softly. His hands slid up to caress her breasts and he squeezed them, delicately. Her slim hand went to his cock and he felt her firm, warm grip.

"You want your cock in my mouth, don't you?" Kay asked.

"Kay, I don't want to hurt you."

She smiled. "Let me please you, Michael, and I'll be okay."

And she knelt before him. Kay massaged him to his full length and girth. She put her lips on him and took half his shaft easily into her mouth. A few seconds later, she pulled back. "It's big, but I can manage." Resting her chin on his cock, she spit and let the drool drip down to the shaft, then ran her hand up and down, to coat it. Opening wide, she took him inside.

Mike felt his cock slide inside Joy's mother's mouth, barely touching her lips. The head passed her tongue, which she stimulated by rapidly flicking her tongue back and forth. Then he pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes snapped to his, and she pushed her head forward, taking him into her throat. Her bruised lips locked around the hilt of his cock, down at the very base and her nose buried itself in his pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck! Kay!"

She held him there, at the furthest extent, for long seconds. Mike's hands came down on Kay's head and he played with her blonde hair, looking her in the eyes as she held his cock in her throat.

Kay pulled off of him, finally, and took a long, shuttering breath. "Your cock feels good in there," she said, panting.

"You're damn right it does!"

"Sit and lean back, Mike. Let me headfuck your cock."

Mike blinked in surprise at her words.

Mike sat, leaned back on the bed and spread his legs. His cock stuck out like a giant pike, pointed at Kay's face. Kay leaned forward until gravity pulled her, her mouth opened and she caught his cockhead perfectly inside the ring of her red lips; she allowed herself to fall, her head fully impaling itself upon Mike's quivering lance, until her hands slapped the carpet and broke her descent. Mike could feel her, the majority of her weight seemed to rest upon his cock and groin and her throat encased him.

"OH... GOD..." Mike couldn't begin to describe the feeling. She really was headfucking herself. She gagged on him, violently. She choked like she was dying.

"Kay!" Mike grabbed her head and pulled her up to her knees.

"I'm sorry, babe," she said. "What did I do wrong?" Her eyes were glazed over and she was on the verge of passing out. She rubbed her lips on his cock, as she spoke. She was a goddess on her knees, worshiping him.

"Nothing..." he said and shook his head. "Nothing... Let me fuck you!"

Mike threw her on the bed and quickly mounted her. He thrust his cock into her pussy. Kay's legs wrapped around him and she tore at his back, with her fingernails: pulling... tearing... wanting... taking him deeper inside her. "Penetrate me, Michael. Take me. Impregnate me, baby."

"Oh god, yes! You want a real hard fucking, don't you?!"

Mike grabbed her face, as he pounded her, and pushed a finger into her mouth. Two fingers. Three. He felt the inside of her mouth. He pulled at her lip. He kissed her, tasting blood. The stitches in her lip had torn free. Mike didn't know if he had done it to her, just now, or if she had done it to herself when she throated him so wantonly. Mike rammed his cock into her cunt. He spit the blood and saliva out on to her face. She licked it up, licked and sucked at him and they shared the sexy taste of her blood.

"Hit me!" she said. "Go on, slap me around!"

Mike looked at her. She didn't sound angry at him. She sounded enraptured. Mike didn't quite know what to do, but he wasn't about to stop, now.

"Well, you're really a fucking bitch!"

He slapped her face, slowing the blow at the last moment to avoid really hurting her, and she reeled back. Mike looked at his hand. Except for one time, he had never hit a woman before, even in play. Kay looked at him, impassioned, and fucked herself harder onto his cock.




Compulsions Ch. 06



Mike could feel the end approaching and he thrust into her harder, as hard as he could. He came, his cock spasming and spraying out his seed. Kay shook with her orgasm, violently, throwing her head in circles, blonde hair whipping back and forth and slapping against Mike's chest. He grabbed her breasts and pounded her against the bed, pulling her this way and that, enjoying the feeling of raw, physical power over her.

"Holy shit!"

Mike turned and saw that Jim and Joy were standing in the doorway. Mike realized that he didn't remember closing the door, and even if he had, it wouldn't have stopped the sounds of such raw fucking.

"Oh, my god..." Joy gasped. "I've never seen anything like that, anything so..."

"Joy," Mike said over top of her. "I can explain."

"So rough and sexy, before," she finished. "You were destroying my mother in bed and I loved it, Mike!"

"He didn't destroy me, my daughter," Kay said in her sexiest voice. "He fulfilled me!"

"Oh, god! I want it, some time," Joy said. "Would you do that to me, Jim? Please? Rough me up and fuck me?"

"I think I can handle that," Jim said and grabbed the girl in a rough embrace.

"Well..." Kay said. "If that's what you want, you little cunt, then get over here!" She crossed to her daughter, grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the bed next to Mike.

Joy was a bit stunned, but not as much as Mike or Jim.

"And you, big man," she said to Jim. She put her hands on her hips and stood naked before her future son. "I want to see what you're made of. No daughter of mine is going to marry a man who can't hold his own in bed. Strip and show me your cock, boy. I have to know what my daughter is getting."

She displayed haughtiness to the extreme. The last time Mike had heard a woman talk like this was when he met Cynthia Winters. But this was just foreplay. He wondered what Jim would do.

Jim dropped his jeans. "You want to know what this cock is like, you'll have to test it for yourself, bitch."

"Oh really?" she asked.

"Sorry, I mean: 'taste it for yourself.' And that's not a choice, slut."

"Well... you'll have to make me," she said, and glanced down at his cock. "Junior..."

Mike could feel himself start to laugh. When she played haughty, she played to win.

"Mother!" Joy said.

"Go... suck... a... dick..." she said, as if spelling it out to her. "We're flirting here, girl."

Jim grabbed Kay and kissed her, mauling her bruised lips. She kissed him back, passionately, then pushed him away. Jim grabbed her arm and she shook him off. "Get your fucking hands off me!"

Mike watched, his heart pounding at the sudden confrontation. Joy started to rise. Mike pulled her to him and restrained her.

"Get over here, now!" Jim ordered Kay. Still, she refused. Jim grabbed her and she punched him in the ribs. He grunted, but didn't let go. He threw the mother back, slamming her back into the wall. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to her knees. Kay must have had enough foreplay, then, because when Jim pressed his cock into her face, she quickly sucked him inside.

"Miss fucking Parker!" Jim said, excitedly angry. "I'll make you acknowledge my manhood if I have to fuck you senseless!"

Kay mumbled something that Mike couldn't understand, slurping at Jim's penis, drool pouring down her face and onto her tits. Jim thrust forward, down her throat. She made choking sounds and gagged hard, but she pressed her face forward and took as much of him into her throat as she could.

"Stop! Let her go, you fucking bastard!" Joy yelled. Startled, Mike looked at her and saw her excited face.

"She's playing along! This girl is wild!" Mike thought.

"You've got problems of your own, girl!" Mike said, trying to sound tough. He rolled her on her back and tore her top off.

"Oh, god, no!" she said. Mike straddled her chest and thrust his cock between her tits. "No, not my tits! Anything but that... oh, yess!" she ejaculated, as Mike fucked her bosom.

Mike squeezed her tits around his cock; he fucked his hips forward, delivering long strokes between Joy's crushed breasts.

"Yes..." Joy hissed.

Mike stroked longer and harder on her chest. On each stroke, the head of his cock emerged from her tit-flesh and struck the blonde's chin, until her chin was wet with his pre-come. He chest-fucked her and stared at her face, while listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of her mother getting ruthlessly facefucked by Jim in the background.

Mike turned his head to look at Kay and Jim.

Jim had her against the wall, so that Mike could barely see her; her head was braced against it and Jim was thrusting the manhood in question down her throat. It looked like Jim was fucking the wall.

"Your fiancé is doing some intense things to your mother's head," Mike said to Joy.

"Show me," Joy said.

Mike grabbed her hair and pulled her onto the floor. She scrambled on all fours, as he dragged her over to her mother and fiancé. He pushed her to the wall beside her mother; turned her face. "You see?" Mike said. "That's how a woman should be dealt with, when she's a bitch."

Joy and Mike both looked on in awe. Jim was headfucking Kay Parker against the wall. Mike was reminded of what he had done to Joan Wheeler at Mrs. Flynn's party. But Kay wasn't fighting it. Strange as it seemed, she appeared to be enjoying it. Jim pulled back and Kay spit. Saliva fell from her lips onto her already wet breasts. She sucked and licked at the young man's cock, her salivating face extraordinarily wet. Joy moved closer and licked her mother's face, sucked at some of the saliva and licked her future husband's cock as it moved in and out between her mother's sexy lips.

"Hot damn," Jim said.

The mother and daughter both had their mouths on his cock. They both looked up at him and his eyes drank in the delicious sight of the pair of them on their knees. Joy pulled Kay's blonde head off of Jim and kissed her mother, deeply and passionately. Kay was still for a moment then pulled away from her.

"You don't like that, mother?" Joy asked the older woman. "You should get used to it. When we're married, I'm going to have Jim facefuck you and come in your mouth so that I can suck it out and spit it back onto your lovely fucking face, mommy."

Joy looked up at Jim. "Headfuck my mommy, my love," she ordered him.

Jim plunged his cock back into Kay's mouth and took her head against the wall, hard. She tried to take him like she did before, but he was very forceful and she started to shift uncomfortably as he rammed his cock in and out of her mature mouth.

"You know that I'm going to do the same thing to you, now. Don't you?" Mike asked as he loomed over the younger blonde.

"I was wondering when you'd get to it!"

Mike copied Jim's actions and mother and daughter were soon choking, gagging and spiting on their knees, in front of the two friends.

"Hey Mike, let's switch," Jim said. "I want a crack at my future wife's throat." Mike nodded.

"Just a second..." He thrust hard, down Joy's throat and held her there for a few luxurious seconds. She choked and Mike pulled out and switched. He thrust his cock down the mother's throat, copying the motion, exactly. She handled it better, smoother, evidence of her advanced training and experience in the cocksucking discipline.

"Oh, god... Kay, my fucking goddess..." Mike said. He looked down at her. He held her at the brink, suffocating her. She looked up at him and there was something in her eyes; she was loving what he was doing to her. She really was. She wasn't just acting, like Joy was.

SHE WANTED IT, Mike realized.

Mike heard Joy squeal.

He looked at Jim as he fucked the daughter's head. Spit drooled out of her mouth in immense quantities. Jim's cock choked her. She struggled and Jim held her for a moment, before releasing her.

"Oh god, Jim..." she gasped, with labored breathing. "I can't take much more. Push me to the edge, baby."

Mike held Kay down on his shaft and watched as Jim pounded his fiancé's head into the wall. Her head struck the wall three times in rapid succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She struggled, trying to push him away. He released her and she fell to the carpet on her face, hacking.

"Oh god... That was the fucking edge..." she gasped.

Jim grabbed Joy and picked her up. He carried her to the bed and put her lengthwise across it, on her hands and knees, so he could stand and fuck her from behind.

Mike felt a sucking sensation. Kay was completely throated upon his cock. The light in her blue eyes was dim. She was on the verge of passing out, but she didn't struggle against him. She accepted her fate, staring up at him, worshipfully. It was so intoxicating to have a hot blonde mother worshiping on his cock like that. Mike pulled back and Kay gasped for breath.

"Excellent, Kay!" he said. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He copied Jim and Joy's position, but so that he and Jim were on opposite sides. Mike rammed his cock into the mother's cunt, while Jim penetrated the daughter's pussy and both couples started fucking. Mike ruthlessly fucked the mother's cunt, trying to pleasure her, while he stared at the daughter's contorted face.

"Oh, oh, oh oh, ohhhh......!" Cries of passion bubbled out from the throats of the blonde-haired mother and daughter.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come, Michael!" Kay yelled.

"I'm coming too, mother!" Joy exclaimed. "Come together with me!"

"Let them come, Jim." Mike said. "Then you fuck Kay's face."

Jim nodded.

"Oh, fucking goooodddd!" Joy squealed, in passion.

"Oh, oh oh oh oh, fuck, yessss!" Kay cried out, at the top of her lungs. The mother and daughter came violently at the same time.

"Now!" Mike said.

He pulled from Kay's pussy and rammed his cock between Joy's screaming lips, choking off her cries. He fucked her surprised face with a dozen hard, fast strokes and then came into her screaming throat. She gagged and choked on the flood of come spewing from his cock and tried to pull away, but he held her, forcing her to swallow the river of semen. Through the haze of orgasm, Mike could see Jim and Kay in the same position, but Kay was passive and unmoving. Her throat worked as she tried to swallow all of her future son's come.

Joy pulled again and Mike released her from his cock.

"Oh, god!" Joy said. "What the fuck was that?" She looked up at him, the first flash of anger he had seen from her.

"You wanted to play rough," he said, caressing her hair. "You handled it so well, Joy. I've never met a woman so wantonly sexy!"

The anger faded from her eyes, at the complement. She smiled. "You called me a woman..." she said.

"What else are you?" Mike asked and rubbed at her hair.

"Yes... what else?"

"What the hell is going on, in here?!" Claire O'Neil thundered. Mike looked and saw that Jim's mother was standing in the doorway with her daughter, Ashley. She bore an awestruck and outraged look, but Ashley looked amazed and excited. None of them had heard as the two women entered the house.

Jim bore an 'Oh, Shit!' look, while Kay suddenly blushed and tried to hide. Joy burst out in laughter. After a second, Mike couldn't stop himself and joined her.

"So much for impressing my mother!" Joy said, as she and Mike shared an uncontrollable laugh.