2 comments/ 93620 views/ 5 favorites My College Experience By: MrPezman I'm not what you'd call ordinary. Sure, we're all unique right, with different attributes, strengths, weaknesses, and all that. But I really am not ordinary, although your first impression of me may qualify me as so. I have light brown hair, eyes so dark that sometimes people describe them as purple, and pretty tan skin. Since I was little, I knew I was different from other kids. I stayed to myself, afraid that they would find out and the government would lock me away. I see things, things people try to keep locked away in their heads, secrets that they wish to keep that way. Great, you might say, telepathic ability is useful as long as you can't see my secrets. But that isn't all I can do. I can, well, make people do things. Things that they hadn't intended on doing. Like when I was seven, my uncle tried to touch me between my legs. I didn't like it, so I made him punch himself in the face. It scared the heck out of him, but he never touched me again. It was pretty simple when I was young. I was pretty smart for my age, so I never cheated on tests or anything like that, but God help any bully who tried picking on me. I tried my best to use it only to protect myself or the rare friend. But once I hit puberty, things became more complicated. I started thinking about sex, and looked up everything on sex that I could find. I wanted to know everything I could about it. Then I realized that if I wanted specifics, all I had to do is look into the heads of grown-ups to find out. And I did find out, all kinds of nasty things, except that most of them weren't all that nasty. I lost my virginity the hard way, with a lot of trying and getting rejected, but with no mind-messing. When I went to college at twenty-three and found myself surrounded by hot women, it took all my self-control not to try and screw every single one of them. Instead, I tried to focus on classes and grades. My will-power soon wore down, however, and I started trying to go out with this hot blonde in my Spanish class. I just loved watching her walk, her round little ass swaying in her tight white shorts. She rebuffed every attempt I made to ask her out, using such ageless excuses as, "You're not my type," or, "I need to concentrate on my grades." Finally, frustrated, I finally began messing with her mind, and she agreed to go out with me. When I do things like this, I have to be careful to plant the suggestions in her mind, or she "forgets" why she agreed. So I made her want me, even when she was not around me. Yeah, I know, it's not exactly using my abilities for good things, but who are you to judge me? Besides, what would you do with these abilities, anyway? She wasn't a virgin or anything, she told me, but she wasn't a slut either. She admitted to being something of a tease, but not with me. I started out simple, just making out and feeling her up. Her tits were nice and untampered with by gravity. I was not as interested in her tits though as I was with her legs and ass. Her legs were quite strong, "from riding horses a lot," she explained. I loved seeing her bent over, letting me see her hot box. She had trimmed her pubic hair into she shape of an arrow, pointing the way to her cunt. I rubbed her thick pussy lips, keeping my middle finger between them, and she stroked my dick in her hands. I kept her bent over, and slapped her ass. With every slap her pussy got even wetter until it was dripping. Her ass cheeks jiggled a little when I slapped them. Finally, I moved behind her and plunged my rod in balls deep in her sopping wet snatch. I came pretty quickly, and didn't allow her to reach orgasm. Instead I made her suck the mixture of her juices and mine off my dick. Then I pulled my dick from her mouth and got her vibrators out of her nightstand drawer. She began using them, hammering her cunt with one, and then another. She came close to orgasm, but I held her back. I suggested that she try one of the smaller vibrators in her asshole, and watched with interest as she slid a narrow, bumpy one up all the way to the hilt. She turned it on and humped it, and I got up close to watch. I picked up one of her thicker dildos and stuffed it in her cunt, ramming it in as she fucked her own ass. She took both vibrators, moaning and gasping, her tits bouncing. Still, though, I kept her on the edge, and no farther. I was sure she was going nuts with the sensations in her pussy and ass, and was desperate to climax. Finally, I was throbbing I was so hard. I pulled her vibrators out, and rammed my cock up in her ass all the way. She squeaked, and I pounded her for a couple minutes before turning her onto her back. I pushed her legs up to her chest and she held on as I continued to ream her tight little ass. I grabbed her biggest dildo and stretched her pussy out with it, and allowed her to cum when I was ready to cum. She orgasmed hard, so hard that she screamed. I shot my load up in her ass, and she drenched my balls with her cum. She kept it up, more and more juice all over my balls, thighs, and her sheets. When she finally finished and passed out, I took my dick out of her. I had to take a shower, so I used hers, got dressed, and left. This was the first time I had used my ability to get laid, but certainly not the last. My College Experience Ch. 02 Upon meeting me, you might think I was ordinary, just another person on the street. I have light brown hair, very dark eyes that people might describe as purple, and a light tan. But none of you would know that I possess an extraordinary talent, one I have known of since I was just old enough to use it, but I would never tell anybody face to face. I have no idea what lengths people would go to if they knew. Except for small things, I have tried not to use my talent in big ways. Just small ones I with which I could use it to keep myself out of trouble. The first time I used it in this big way was when I was seven, but I've already told you of what happened then, just read part one. Part one will also tell you how I used my talents to lay this hot blonde in college. Well, that was a few semesters ago, now, I had made her do all kinds of things with me, and afterward I simply made her fall asleep so that I could clean up and leave. The next day, she came up to me after class, accusing me of slipping something in her drink, until I calmly pointed out that she had never had any drinks in my presence. She was most confused about this, asking why she would do such things with me of all people when she had never tried anything anal before. I just shrugged, "Well, maybe I'm not your type as you say, but I seem to inspire you sexually." She seemed very upset with herself for what she'd done, so I let her know that her secret was safe with me, and that for all I cared she never had to speak to me again. This seemed to suit her just fine, and she walked away. I noticed that she walked as if she were a bit tender between her legs. Since then, she had ignored me as usual, or tried to, though she would glance at me as I walked by, or if I had a class with her, still wondering why she'd done what she had. Anyway, I had tuition set up for me, but living expenses forced me to get a job, though I could've stolen the money or coerced somebody easily to give me money. See, I'm not all bad... I decided to take on a job as a photographer in a shopping mall studio, no experience necessary. This would be a perfect job for me, as all I had to do is use my talent to get those perfect pictures. The manager was amazed at "how quickly I had caught on and how well my test shots had been," and I just shrugged. After all, I had all I needed in my head to get those great shots. The manager, Jessy, hired me on almost immediately, depending on a drug test, of course, but I never really felt the need to do them, so I was working in almost no time. I was introduced to the other photographers, most of which, including the manager. The only boy was a guy named Jose, a spanish guy with a heavy accent. I think he had been enjoying working with all women, and resented that I had gained employment there as well. At least, that's what was in his head. In addition to myself, Jose, and Jessy, there was a girl named Julie, a very cute 'girl-next-door,' a plain-looking girl with mousy brown hair, named Melanie, and a sultry black girl, Monique, pronounced, Moe-neek-ay. I began my shift with a group of five kids and their mother. The father was no longer in the picture, having left without notice. I reached out with my talent, captured all five of them, and told the mother to just smile pretty and I would do the rest. I whistled like a bird and made a fool of myself just for stage-dressing, and used my talent to make the kids smile, even the three-year-old little boy, and "Poof," We had an expertly done family portrait, sans father. She was so impressed, that after I took the other five portraits, one of each kid, and one of all the kids together, she purchased a large package of pictures, thanking me all the while for accomplishing the "impossible." "None of the family pictures had ever been so perfect!" she exclaimed, and I shrugged, feigning modesty, "It was just a good day for pictures, I guess." I went through each photo session like this, producing some quality portraits. Jessy was quite impressed, and I just brushed it off. After all, I was cheating. At the end of the day, as I was clocking out, Julie appeared behind me, "Well, Mister Perfect, is it really necessary to show us all up on your first day?" I clocked out and turned around to face her. Despite her frustration with my portraits, she was fascinated by my eyes. 'a deep purple,' she described it in her head. "I'm sorry," I shrugged, "It must just be beginner's luck, just a fluke, really." She crossed her arms, unwittingly pressing her small, perky tits together, making them appear bigger. She replied cooly, "Right. Could you please just tone it down? You're making us all look bad. Jose's especially pissed today." She stared into my eyes for another few beats, and then turned, walking away. "Probably because he's not the only guy here anymore," I said aloud. "Excuse me?" she stopped, turning her head to me. "I said, it'll probably get worse for me tomorrow." She rolled her pretty green eyes and walked away, her wide hips rolling underneath her slacks. Yikes, she had some potential. The other girls tried to ignore me, casting occasional glances as they left, and Jessy gushed over my first day sales, "You've sold three days worth of pictures on your first day! Keep it up, and there's plenty of opportunity for promotion for you!" Jose glared at me as he left for the day. I went through the week, toning down the quality of the portraits I took, and the tension eased a little between all of us, except for Jose, who still refused to talk to me. Monique even invited me to eat lunch with her, and to be a gentleman, I insisted on paying. To my surprise, she was a little upset about it, so I offered to let her pay next time. I could see in her mind that Julie and Melanie had gotten her to invite me, so that they could see what I was like when I wasn't showing off. So, to gain points, I apologized for yesterday, writing it all off as a fluke. She replied, "Yeah, well I noticed that you didn't do all that badly today, either." "My mom's a photographer," I lied, "She does mostly weddings, but she'll take an occasional family portrait, and I watched her work a lot." This seemed to work for Monique, and that's no doubt the information that she relayed to Julie and Melanie after lunch. Actually, I noticed that when I went back to work, all three of them talked to me a little more, and I learned a lot about them. For example, plain little Melanie had this thing. She liked to masturbate, but she could only get herself off when she did it in front of a mirror. Monique had a boyfriend but secretly fantasized about other girls. And Julie, she of the wide hips and pert little tits, she had lost her virginity with a boy down the street at age fifteen, fumbling around in the boy's basement, and had been completely dissapointed with their inexperienced first time. The days melted into weeks, and I collected my paychecks that would take care of my living expenses. Jose up and quit one day, realizing that I had moved in and ruined his fun. Apparently, he had been trying to flirt with the girls but with no success. One day, Julie came up to me after closing time, and asked me to take some pictures of her to put on her webpage. "Not naked pictures or anything, just some cute ones," she corrected quickly when I asked what kind. I nodded, "Sure. What did you have in mind, Julie?" We went to one of the camera rooms, and I turned the camera on. "I don't know. You're the genius, you think of something." As I started the session in the computer, she waited, trying to think of a pose. "Okay, how about an over-the-shoulder close-up?" I suggested. She shrugged, "Okay, we can try that." So I got her a stool, had her sit down, and pulled down a greenish blue background behind her. "I think this should accentuate your eyes more." Once I had her turned, I instructed her to look over her left shoulder. Not yet satisfied with the pose, I walked over to her, and had her tilt her head slightly away from her shoulder, and pout slightly, no problem with her soft, slightly plump lips. I took the picture, and as I thought, the color of her eyes was more visible, almost seeming to dominate the picture. She grinned, "That's awesome!" I responded by suggesting a vignette, a haze that created a soft fog around the edges of the picture, the center being the clear area, had her pose the same way, and snapped the next picture. She liked that one even more, and I marvelled. I had done nothing to inspire her to have pictures made, nor had she been coerced to like certain pictures. As she responded favorably to the picture, I looked around in her mind, and found some more useful information about her. Apparently, she liked how her feet looked. So, I suggested she lay on the table that we normally used for small children, on her stomach, with her hands under her chin, and her feet up in the air. She smiled and agreed, slipping out of her shoes and socks. As she got on the table and posed as I had suggested, and I had to agree with her; her dainty feet were pretty damn cute. I snapped a few pictures, having her turn a little each time until I felt that the shot was just right. She absolutely loved having her feet in the picture, so I tried a few more poses involving her feet. We hadn't tried props yet, so I brought her the pink boa off the shelves of props. Wrapping it around her shoulders, she looked quite seductive, pouting and fluttering her long eyelashes at the camera. After we had captured eight good poses, she slipped her socks back on, but carried her shoes. We looked at the pictures on the computer, and I created a c.d. with the poses on them for her webpage. When we were done, the c.d. in her purse, she became a bit nervous as she admired, "You know, your eyes are the most amazing shade of deep purple I've ever seen." Smiling, I recited, "All the better to see you with, my dear." She laughed, "I'm serious. I've never seen anybody with purple eyes like that. Are those contacts?" I shook my head, "Nope, I've had them all my life." "Wow," she sighed, gazing into my eyes for almost a minute before snapping out of it. I had admittedly felt quite a rush of hormones staring back into her eyes, our faces only half a foot apart, so close, yet an immeasurable gulf. I wanted to try and seduce her the old fashioned way. It would be difficult, still, since all that hype about sex and relationships had been tumbled in one inexperienced romp in a boy's basement and his sudden ignorance of her the next day. She was guarded. "Um," she fumbled, coming back to herself, "I'd better go and put these on my page." "Well," I stopped her, "Maybe I can have your web address. I want to see if those pictures turn out as good on the web." Grinning, she wrote down the address on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "I'll have a look tonight, okay?" "Okay," she nodded, still grinning, "I'll see you on Monday." I waved to her, and began walking around the mall, which was still teeming with shoppers, groups of giggling and high-fiving teens, old couples, and couples. I was lost in thought, envisioning her cute body, her pouty lips, and those flared hips. I could see in her eyes alone that she had some feelings for me, but knew that she wouldn't act on them without a little persuasion. Just enough to help her reach a decision that she would otherwise waver continuously on. I resolved to set some money aside for a date with her. I let her stew in her feelings for a week, waiting until the next Friday before approaching her again. She had just said goodbye to the other girls when I clocked out, and she was walking away when I called out, "Julie, wait up a minute!" She stopped and turned to me as I caught up. "What's up?" she asked. My breath caught in my throat for a second as she tried to read my thoughts through my eyes. "Yeah, um, I was just wondering if you have any plans for tonight." Her eyes narrowed a bit, suspicious, "Maybe... Why?" "Do you want to go see a movie? Maybe have dinner after?" She stopped, trying to decide, but unable, "I'm not sure... I don't usually go out a lot. What movie?" I answered, "I'll let you pick the movie. Anything you want to see." "Really? Even a chick flick?" I nodded, "Whatever movie you want to see." She seemed a bit surprised, "Well, I don't know..." Figuring that I might end up waiting forever while she remained unable to decide, I gave her the slightest mental nudge, just enough to help her out. "Well, sure, I guess. You'll really let me pick the movie?" "Absolutely. In fact, if my choice in restaurants isn't what you'd like, then I'll even let you pick where you want to eat." Her eyes grew wide, "Okay, what time do you want me to meet you?" "Well, I was hoping to pick you up..." I answered. "Oh. Okay, you can pick me up. I live out on Terrace Avenue, it's the house with the big trampoline next to it. My car will be in the driveway." I told her I'd be there around six-thirty, and we parted. I could tell that she was already wondering what had made up her mind. I had set aside about fifty dollars, plus another hundred or so from my savings account, and used a friend's car to pick her up. I arrived at her house about five minutes early, figuring that being early would help. When I knocked on her door, her father answered. "Who're you?" he demanded angrily. Immediately I sensed trouble, especially as I caught a glimpse in his head. Apparently he had decided that Julie would not be going on a date tonight. This man would've seriously ruined the night, but luckily for me, it was me. With a mental kick to the head from yours truly, his mind changed quickly, and with a muttered apology, he waved me in and invited me to sit down, getting me a can of orange soda. I walked to the foot of the staircase and called up, "Julie, why don't you come down a minute, okay?" Then, as I sat down, Julie slowly descended the stairs, and I could see that she'd been crying, apparently from a verbal argument with her father about this date. She wore a knee-length black skirt and a blue-green blouse, having apparently picked it out because it would bring attention to her eyes. She tentatively walked over to me, confused about how I'd ever gotten in the door in the first place. I motioned her to sit down, and she did so, whispering, "What's going on?" I hushed her gently as her father came back into the living room, two cans of orange soda in his hands. His smile faltered a bit as he saw Julie, but, with my help, he recovered quickly, muttering, "I should've got another one." I smiled back, "It's okay. If she's thirsty, she can have my soda." Julie shook her head, confused and more than a bit worried. "Now," I prompted, "We were speaking about whether I could take your daughter out tonight." Her father shrugged, "Well, you look like an okay kid to me. I guess if you can guarantee that Julie will be safe, I'll let her go out." I laughed easily, "She'll be just fine with me. If she's not, you can hunt me down and I'll only run a little to be a good sport. What do you say?" Julie's father laughed back, "You'll have to run more than a little bit!" We all stood up, and I shook the man's hand before urging Julie out the door. She was quiet, repeatedly looking back toward the house as if this were some big elaborate joke. She only spoke after I had closed her door and got in. "Um..." she faltered for a second, baffled, "What just happened?" I smiled, "Your dad's a nice guy. He seemed to have his doubts, but I talked to him for a few minutes, and I guess he reconsidered. Lucky for me, I'd hate to have had to go see a movie by myself." She bit nervously on her bottom lip as I drove in the direction of the theater. She was still quiet, so I asked, "You're nervous about tonight, aren't you?" I knew full well that she was. "Yeah," she admitted, "I haven't been on a date before. I usually say no, but this time..." "This time, what?" I asked amiably. "Well, this time I don't know why I said yes. I mean, I'm not saying you're not a nice guy or anything, because you are." I chuckled, "I'm a card carrying member of the Nice Guys' Club." She sighed frustratedly, "Oh! Here I am being asked out on a date and I'm ruining it before it even starts!" I reached out and patted her hand, "You worry too much, Julie! It takes a lot more than that to hurt my feelings. I knew you were hesitant about going out tonight, but I had to ask anyway. I'm just glad you said yes." She looked at me for a minute before asking, "How'd you know I was having trouble with this?" "I'm pretty perceptive," I admitted, enjoying my private little joke, "I could see it in your eyes. Almost like you've been hurt before and might be afraid to take a chance." She blinked, astonished, "You saw all that in my eyes?" I nodded, "Like I said, I'm glad you said yes. I've been wanting to ask you since I met you. I just got nervous." She laughed self-depreciatingly, "Oh, I'm sure I'm a perfect reason to be nervous. I was such a bitch to you on your first day, just because you're such a good photographer!" "That's what made me nervous," I grinned, "At least you talked to me! Monique and Melanie just ignored me. Even if you were a little irked at me, I still liked you. I still do." On impulse, she reached over and kissed my cheek. I hadn't seen it coming, because she hadn't either. Still, it was quite electric! "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. When I looked over at her, she was blushing furiously, but I smiled, "No need to be. I liked it." We arrived at the movie theater, and after I parked, we examined the selection of movies. I let her pick, just as I said I would, and she picked a thriller, a pretty freaky one from what previews I had seen. We had a little bit of a wait for it to start, so we sat outside on a wooden bench to wait. I took a peek, seeing that she wanted me to hold her hand. I waited a few minutes to be careful, and then I picked her hand up off her lap and slipped it into mine gently. Her eyes widened for a second, and she looked over at me, wondering how I could have possible known that this was what she wanted. "It just seemed right," I explained. She smiled and squeezed my hand a little. It relaxed her, having her hand in mine, and she began talking. "I'm really sorry for the way I treated you. Um, we had Monique invite you to lunch. We wanted to know a little more about you." I feigned confusion, "You could've asked me. Yeah, it did seem odd that she asked. They seem nice. Her and Melanie." "They're kind of wierd sometimes, though," Julie laughed, "Don't tell Monique I told you this, she'd kill me, but she hit on me when we were both still new at the studio. I felt so bad telling her no. She seemed so vulnerable." "Did she really?" I pretended to be shocked, "You two seem like you're still friends." Julie blushed, "I let her kiss me one night after the studio closed. But then she grabbed my boob, so I made her stop." I blinked, "Wow! I bet that would've made a great picture!" She hit me lightly on the arm, "You pervert!" I shrugged, "Yes, I'm in that club as well. Well, did you enjoy it at all?" She hesitated, "I um...Yeah, I kinda did. My heart skipped a beat when she um, stuck her tongue in my mouth. But I don't think I'm into girls. I think it was just that it was so, you know, taboo." I joked, "Maybe I should've brought her along, too, just in case you change your mind." She tried to be serious, "Okay, that's enough!" I could see the curiosity in her head, though. The movie finally started, so we went inside and found our seats, about halfway back. As we watched, her hand stayed in mine, and during the scarier parts of the movie, she jumped, pressing against me, her hand gripping mine tighter. My College Experience Ch. 02 After the movie, full from the popcorn and soda, I asked her what she wanted to do next. She laughed, "I'm not really hungry right now." "Well, we can go anywhere you want, provided that we're not going on a roadtrip. I'd have to pack some clothes for that." She bit her lower lip, considering her options. "Well, we could always go see what Melanie and Monique are doing." I shrugged, "Sure. Do you know where they live?" We drove around until we came to a small apartment building. I followed Julie up the stairs, relishing the view, of course, and we stopped at a door on the second floor. Julie knocked. "This is Monique's place," she announced. However, to Julie's surprise, Melanie answered the door. "Julie?" Melanie almost squeaked. Then she saw me, and the blood rushed to her face. "Um, hi," she was clearly nervous about something, so I reached out to her mind and almost laughed aloud. She and Monique had been playing a little touchy-feely. Monique appeared at the door, as surprised as Melanie, "Oh, hi Julie. What're you two doing here?" Julie was nervous, "Oh, um, we went out to see a movie, and I wanted to stop by and see if you both wanted to come out to dinner with us." Monique hesitated, "Oh, uh...I don't know. Melanie and I were about to make popcorn and watch a video. I mean, you're welcome to come in and join us, if you both want to." I could feel Julie getting ready to say no, so I spoke first, "Well, I could order a few pizzas. My treat." Monique nodded, "That'd be, uh, great!" She stepped back a bit to let us in, so I led Julie inside. I could see this getting interesting, but not if I had to rely on any of the girls to make the first move. As we all sat down, I coerced Melanie, being the more reluctant of the three, to blurt out, "There's no videos." Monique squealed out, "Melanie!!" I watched Julie's face register first confusion, and then surprise as she figured it out. She put her hand over her mouth, and spoke through it, "I think we've interrupted something here. We'll go." I had an opportunity to have this play out, so I took advantage of it, making Julie stop before she reached the door to leave. Monique glared at Melanie, furious with her for blowing their cover. "Julie, I, uhh... it's not what it looks like. Oh, shit!" I interceded, "Okay, everybody just calm down, and we'll sit down and talk about this." I sat down on the sofa, motioning for Julie to sit down next to me. Monique and Melanie reluctantly did as well. "I think we can figure out what's going on. I know Julie already has-" "But it's not-" Monique interrupted, so I held my hands up, and she quieted "It's okay. I'm not judging either of you. In fact, I think it's just fine if you two want to try out different things. It's not my opinion that matters anyway." Julie watched me with suspicion, sure that I would tell Monique what she had told me at the theater. "You know what," I suggested, "I think we could all have a little fun with this." I could feel the protests mounting, so I did a little bit of coercing, changing feelings pretty effectively. Julie shrugged, "Well, it could be fun." Monique, who had not taken very much coercing at all, nodded in agreement. Melanie still seemed unsure, so I turned to her, "Tell me something, Melanie. What would be your greatest fantasy?" Melanie lowered her eyes, "Uh, I don't know..." "Really?" I asked, "It's your fantasy. You can tell us, it's okay." "Well," Melanie admitted hesitantly, "I always wanted to... um, you know, play with myself while watching another girl play with herself, too." "Wow!" I exclaimed, "Well, anybody want to try it out?" Monique, though nervous about the audience, agreed to try it, sliding her pants down, and, after glancing at Julie and me, her panties. Melanie unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down hurriedly, scared and excited that this fantasy would finally be coming true. This would be so much more fun than masturbating in the mirror. Monique sat back down on the sofa, right next to Julie, who gaped in wide-eyed astonishment. Melanie pulled up a chair only a foot or two away from Monique and took her panties off, sitting down in the chair to do so. I noticed that Melanie's pussy was trimmed into a heart-shape little bush, and her pussy, having never been deflowered, was cute and slightly out-thrust as she spread her thighs. Monique had absolutely no hair between her legs, but she, unlike Melanie, was not a virgin at all. As she spread her cunt wide open for Melanie to see, I could see the pink in between her lips. They began rubbing their fingers along their pussies, their eyes locked on each other. Without my help, Julie's own hand strayed down under her skirt, rubbing herself through her panties. She saw me watching and blushed bright red, but she didn't stop as her eyes returned to her friends. She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a pair of pink, high-cut panties with white and red hearts on them. "How cute!" I exclaimed and scooted a bit closer to Julie, noticing the wet spot that began to spread in the crotch of her panties. Melanie and Monique were really going at it, Melanie with her middle finger buried deep in her little, pink pussy, humping at it as her index finger flicked against her clit. Monique had three fingers inside her snatch, panting as she hit the right spots inside herself. Julie finally slipped her panties off and leaned back into the sofa, showing me a trimmed bush and a wonderful looking cunt that spread open a little as her thighs spread. I helped her take her blouse off, and then her bra. Her tits were a bit small, and her nipples were the size of raisins. I cupped her little boobs in my hands, feeling her nipples press against my palms. Her hand slid down her taut stomach and to the bush over her cunt, before moving down over her thin pussy lips. As my dick grew ever harder in my pants, the three of them masturbated in front of each other, panting and moaning, licking their lips at each other. My hand moved down to my crotch, and I rubbed myself through my pants as I watched them. They quickly worked themselves into orgasms, almost at the same time, shuddering and spasming around their fingers. Julie sighed as her two fingers slid out, and she looked over at me, a glazed, aroused look in her green eyes. She moved over to me and kissed me deeply, her tongue grazing my lips before thrusting hungrily into my mouth. I kissed her back, pushing my tongue against hers. Monique and Melanie had come over to where I sat kissing Julie, and undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them off, each of them pulling a leg. Monique yanked my underwear down, and my throbbing dick caught briefly on the waistband. She immediately took my length in her hand, stroking enthusiastically. Melanie cupped my balls and fondled them. Julie continued to kiss me, and Monique lowered her mouth to my waiting organ, her tongue caressing my head. As Monique teased my cock, Melanie abandoned my balls and got behind Monique, her hands between Monique's legs rubbing her bald beaver. Monique moaned around the head of my cock, and took half of it in her mouth in one push, her lips sealed around me. Julie stopped kissing me and put my hand between her moist thighs, pressing my fingers against her sex. My middle finger slid between her lips, from bottom to clit and back. Monique's hot mouth started pumping my cock, and Melanie replaced her hands with her tongue, cupping Monique's heart-shaped ass. Monique began taking me deeper in her mouth, her tongue lapping continuously. Soon her thick lips rested at the base of my cock, and my head pushed partially down her throat. She began sucking me off rapidly, ramming the head into her throat, my nuts slapping against her chin. Melanie was really licking now, pausing every now and then to dip her long tongue into Monique's cunt. Then, Monique let go of my cock and stopped Melanie, "Suck him off while I have a little taste of your little cunny, you little slut." They switched places, and Melanie slipped my cock past her cunt-flavored lips and into her mouth. She couldn't take nearly as much of my dick in her mouth, so she used her hand to pump the lower half. Monique thrust her face under Melanie's upturned tush and into her wet cunt. Melanie thrust backward with her ass, humping Monique's talented mouth. Julie pressed her boobs into my face, so I began licking her hard little nipples, sucking them into my mouth one at a time, and my hand continued playing with her clit. Melanie moaned around my cock, but then she let go, fully enjoying Monique's tongue-lashing. Julie took advantage of it, thrusting my slobbery cock into her mouth, deep-throating me hard and quick for a minute, and then sitting astride my lap, my cock in her hand as she guided me inside her waiting box. She began impaling herself on my length, my hands on her wide hips as I watched her pussy swallow my rod whole, her thin lips stretching to receive me. I repositioned myself, lying back on the couch, and Monique literally pushed Melanie on top of me, her saliva and cum-wet cunny over my mouth. I reached up, took hold of her smaller hips, and pulled her onto my mouth. She rode eagerly on my face, spreading her lips apart for me. Monique kissed Melanie's open mouth, thrusting her honey-lathered tongue against Melanie's and played with her slightly larger tits for a minute, and then put her head on my groin, sticking her tongue out to lap at Julie's clit as she bounced on my dick. Melanie suddenly began gushing cum into my mouth, and I lapped it up from around her lips as she bucked uncontrollably, crying out. When she was done, she climbed off onto shaky legs, got on her knees, and kissed me, taking extreme pleasure from licking her cum off my mouth. Then Julie began to orgasm as well, drenching my already wet organ. Monique pulled my dick from Julie's throbbing pussy and quickly cleaned me off while Julie scooted backward onto my thighs. Monique hurried to take Julie's place, ramming me inside her. Julie slid down my legs and began licking Monique's ass cheeks, and then her crack. Monique bounced as hard as Julie had, my cock filling her deeply. Melanie stopped kissing me and interrupted Julie, making her get on her hands and knees behind Monique, and then tongue fucked Julie's dripping cunt. Monique only took a few minutes before her pussy clamped tightly around my rod and milked me. When she pulled me out, she got down and sucked her own cum off me. "I think it's time for Melanie to have you take her virginity," Monique grinned, "She needs your meat stretching that tight little hole of hers." I had Melanie lie on the couch and spread her thighs apart, and I climbed onto her, my cock head pressing insistently against her tight little cunt. I pushed inside slowly, barely getting my head past her inner lips. She gasped, "So big. I don't think it's gonna fit." Monique reached down between Melanie's open thighs and touched her clit. She wiggled it in circles, and Melanie cried out. My dick began inching its way inside her until it reached her intact hymen. Melanie was so preoccupied with Monique twiddling her clit that she almost didn't notice as I pushed a little harder, tearing her hymen and deflowering her. She winced with the pain, but I was already buried deep inside her, the head pressing against her cervix. I was going to stay like that for a second as her newly introduced cunt walls throbbed and constricted against my length, but, thanks to Monique, Melanie was already rocking against me, so I began taking long, easy thrusts, pulling almost out to the head before easing it back in. Her legs wrapped possessively around me, her thighs resting on my hips. I began thrusting harder, and Melanie squeezed her eyes closed. She pulled at my shoulders and back, squealing and mewling, and then gritting her teeth as orgasm ripped through her slightly sore pussy, and a mixture of cum and a bit of blood coated my dick. I stayed inside Melanie, letting her calm down a minute before leaning back, tendrils of blood along my length. Monique pulled Melanie against her, kissing her, smoothing her hair. Julie went and picked up a dish towel off the counter to clean me with. When she leaned back onto the sofa, I hovered above her while her legs opened for me. I took her legs and rested them on my chest, exposing her waiting cunt. I then thrust deep into her, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. I pounded into her, ravaging her while she begged for more. Her feet were on my neck, so I took the time to suck on her cute little toes, which she enjoyed immensely as she also enjoyed my dick plowing into her stretched pussy. Monique cuddled with Melanie, who suckled leisurely on her tits, and Julie came once again, bucking up against me, and I finally reached my limits. I groaned, "Oh, I'm gonna blow!" With that, I climaxed, and spurted globs of cum deep into her, my mouth wrapped around her big toe as I grunted. Then, fully spent for the time being, we lay gasping on the sofa. We were all exhausted, so Julie and I soon left, hugging Melanie and Monique before we left. I whispered in Melanie's ear, "Just wait. The next time I fill you up, there'll be way more pleasure than pain!" Working at the studio after that night became much more interesting, with after-hours sessions as I mounted Julie from behind or Melanie and Monique took turns sucking me off, sharing the sticky prize afterward. It had to be the most pleasurable and rewarding job I've ever had.