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Rick's Demon Ch. 01

By: drknowone



I don't know how long I can keep control of myself, but I am determined to make a record of the horrible events that I set into motion. I never meant for anything bad to happen. I just wanted to get laid and things got weird from there. My name is Rick Wesley and I was 22, a little pudgy, and 'sweet'. Most girls loved me... like a brother. There was a girl named Mia that I had a couple of classes with and she was cute, but seemed shy about guys. We got along really well, but things stalled at first base. She wasn't sure what she wanted, she didn't want to hurt me, she wanted to be fair to me, and on and on and on.

After a couple of months, I was really frustrated in more ways than one. I got a little buzzed and got a couple crazy ideas in my head. One was that if I were bigger, like porn star bigger, she'd figure out exactly what she wanted. The other was that I could solve all my problems on the internet. So, I searched and drank and searched and drank. Suddenly, I got a pop up ad that promised to do everything I wanted with no drugs and at no cost as a test subject. I had to look. The site was very clear and simple. Bigger penis, longer lasting erections, and virtual irresistibility for free, simply register and download the secrets to having all the sex you want. If I hadn't been drunk, maybe I'd have thought about it and realized how silly it all sounded, but I clicked it and filled out the form. I didn't read all that fine print stuff. Who ever really reads all that legal crap anyway? The download completed in seconds and a text file was all there was. If I'd paid money, I'd have felt ripped off. I hit print. One page spit out with a line in the middle with the words 'SIGN HERE' underneath. Even after the booze, I knew I'd been had and started to rip the sheet that mocked me when the words 'IF YOU WANT TO FUCK MIA' appeared.

I stared in total disbelief. I must have been dreaming or hallucinating, but the words were still there. Then, I heard moaning from my computer speakers and looked back to the monitor. There was me giving it to Mia like there was no tomorrow as if it were a spycam video. I signed. The paper flashed into ash as soon as the pen left the page and the room grew dark. That's the last thing I remembered. Next afternoon, I woke up on the floor and I would have thought the whole thing was some crazy nightmare except for the bulge in my boxers. This wasn't morning wood either. My size had doubled, maybe even more. It couldn't be true? My computer had crashed for some reason and I lost everything from the night before. My first thought was to call Mia, but what if this was my imagination or something? What if it were some kind of trick? Hell, what if it didn't actually work?

It was nearly 7:00 when I got cleaned up and figured out a plan. I'd go to a bar and just try to pick up a girl. Never worked before, but if this really was what I signed up for, I should have a shot at it now. There was a nice place just off campus that catered to the non-rowdy student crowd and to locals, so I went there. Picking up some drunk sorority girl wasn't really going to prove anything much anyway. I dressed nice and headed to Turner's Grille. It was not very busy for a Saturday night, but there were certainly quite a few ladies. I decided to scope things out and not end up messing up someone's date. I had a strange sound in my head when I looked at certain women that seemed to be warning me to move on and then, I saw her at the far end of the bar. All alone and the sounds in my head went quiet, so I watched her.

She was older, maybe 40, definitely a professional, nice boobs, a little chunky from the waist down, but she'd easily make a MILF hunter's list. She was not happy and I knew it from her actions on my own, but I seemed to know it in my head, too. She was vulnerable, angry at a man. Her husband? No, her ex-husband. Bits of information started popping in my head which seemed perfectly natural to me like I'd suddenly become Sherlock Holmes. A workaholic. Councillor/therapist at college. Works in the Women's Dean's office. Not much time for sex when she was married. Husband cheated. Her fault, sort of. Got postcard from his honeymoon with his 23 year old bride today. Hates men (and 23 year old girls) right now and wants to be left alone, but comes to a bar because she hates to drink alone.

I sat down with one seat between us as she finished another drink. "Need another?"

"Not from you." she icily replied without looking.

I continued, ignoring her tone, "You are much too pretty to be here alone, did some jerk stand you up?"

Almost angry, she replied, "Go away."

"You are unhappy, aren't you? My name's Rick."

"Rick rhymes with Dick.", she sneered.

I cut her off with as much wounded puppy as I could put in my voice, "Whoa, pretty lady, I'm not a bad guy. You just looked like you could use some company."

For the first time, she actually looked at me instead of the glass. "You're a little young to hit on me, aren't you?"

"Who said I'm hitting on you? You just looked really lonely. Besides, you're way outta my league."

"Not to mention I'm old enough to be your..."

I interrupted her, "My big sister?" 

She laughed, a little bitter, but a little funny, too. "Cute. You're 22, 23 aren't you?" 

"You're good. 22." 

"What would a 22 year old want with someone nearly twice their age?"

I started to answer, but she cut me off.

"That was rhetorical, you know what that means, right?"

"Sounds like it means you've got a mad on for 22 year olds."

"Not all."

With a loud sigh, I replied "I hope not!"

With her own sigh of frustration, she said, "Listen, you seem nice enough, but I am not here to talk."

"Well, I'm sure we could find something better to do."

"Oh, so now you're hitting on me!"

"If you want me to, I'd be willing. Anything to get your mind off whatever's making you drink alone."

"Would you?", she said in a very surprised way.

"'Would I?' what?"

"Hit on me, silly?"

"If I thought I had half a chance." Which it appeared I did for the first time.

"So, what would a 22 year old want with a woman not quite twice his age?"

"You're really asking this time?"

"Humor me.", she replied dryly.

I paused for a second. "Hmmm, what would any 22 year old male want with a smoking hot member of the opposite sex?"

"Shallow, young man, very shallow."

Ignoring her, I smiled and replied, "To make you smile, have a good time, and see where that goes. I'm not THAT shallow."

She frowned, "Am I being too judgmental?"

"Yes, you are." I replied as seriously as I could.

"This is crazy, I know boys are pretty horny, but..." 

I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. Her eyes opened wide. 

"You did that. Because you're the hottest thing I've ever seen in 22 years, not because 'boys are pretty horny'." 

The look on her face was priceless. She was so conflicted and she just kept running her fingers up and down the length of my growing erection without even realizing what she was doing, while keeping her eyes on my face.

"I, I don't know about this..." and she stood up.

I pulled her in close and said, "You know about this!", then I kissed her while unzipping my fly. No one was around us at that end of the bar to see me. She kissed back for a second, then jerked away, but I caught her hand and put it back on my pointing straight up and very exposed penis. For a second, I thought I pushed her too far, but she started fondling it again with that same far away look in her eyes. I whispered very low in her ear, "Turnabout is fair play."

For an instant, she had a look like 'Does he know?', but just then, a drop of pre-cum dribbled on her and she licked it off her fingertip. She didn't really move, but it looked like she'd been struck by lightning and that far away look was replaced by something almost scary. "Put that thing away for now! My place is right around the corner." She threw a $20 on the bar and grabbed my arm, practically dragging me out the door.

We went to her condo and her clothes were hitting the floor almost before she shut the door. She never said another word, not that any were really needed. I hadn't had a lot of, truthfully, any experience like this, but this was almost animal in heat lust. She was already dripping juice and when I smelled it, I lost all control. She had turned away from me, leaning on the couch arm to pull off her pantyhose. She got one leg free, but I wasn't waiting anymore. I grabbed the soggy fabric of her panties, ripped the bottom out, and plowed right into her from behind while she tried to balance herself with one shoe on. I brought her off the first time in just a couple of minutes and she squealed in delight, but I didn't even slow down a little. She seemed to be getting tighter as I went and I could feel my first real orgasm building. In a rational moment, I realized I kept getting thicker as I pounded her and she was squealing in pain this time.

I pulled out and my soaking wet, spewing like a burst fire hydrant dick split in two, making perfect mirror images of each other! She had no idea and tried to back into me to finish, so, two very erect penises each found a home. Her ass was so tight that I couldn't believe I wasn't ripping her apart, but she didn't seem to mind or even notice that she was getting double teamed. At this point, she was just bent over the couch arm, her face bouncing off the cushion, and legs flailing while I squeezed her ample tits and pinched her nipples between my knuckles. She had orgasmed at least three more times, maybe four, and I had pumped out enough cum that it was running all over her and the couch when I finally let loose with one last burst from both. She came again with me and slumped completely limp as I staggered back, exhausted, the prick in her ass popping free and they merged back as one.

I glanced at the clock, we'd been at it for over an hour non-stop. After about fifteen minutes, my head cleared and I got really scared seeing her just lying there. She was breathing at least. I couldn't believe how wet she was and the couch was. Just a slimy, disgusting mess of our juices and sweat, it was puddled on the floor and the cushion. The smell of sex was so intense, I could feel a stirring, but there was no way I could possibly... And yet, it started to rise. I picked her up, trying desperately to ignore how hot she was, and found the shower. When I sat her down in the corner, she didn't react to the cold tile on her bare bottom, but she wasn't exactly passed out, her head stayed up instead of her just being limp. She was starting to come around as I turned on the water. The look on her face was disturbing. A mix of fear, confusion, and lust looking straight at my crotch. "Are you alright? I thought we should clean up..." And she was on me, knocking me back into the wall of the shower, her mouth wrapped around my cock head as best as she could manage it. I pulled her up and she looked me straight in the eyes.

I'd have to call it a growl, like an angry dog makes, "MORE!" was all she said.

"N..N..No!", I stammered and she stopped. She was as calm as could be, just stood there, naked, with the water rinsing the sticky residue down the drain. I was pretty confused myself. She just stood there. Her eyes were wide open, but they had a glassy look to them. "Do you want me to help you clean up?" No reply, so I waved my hand in front of her eyes. No reaction. Now, I'm getting really worried that I've done something really bad and I just yelled, "Snap out of it!"

She did.

It was pure dumb luck that I blocked her punch and I just wrapped my arms around her at the elbows, holding her tight as she cursed at me, accusing me of all kinds of crap. I was shocked by her reaction. She said I drugged her, I raped her, took advantage of her, took her ass without permission, and on and on. She had slipped around, so I was holding her from behind and her struggles were causing her ass cheeks to rub my quickly growing penis. She felt it smacking her butt and raged even more. I had not said a word. My mind was already blown when a voice inside my head said, "Shut the bitch up before I have to!" I spoke very calmly and asked her to calm down which only unleashed another volley of verbal abuse. She almost pulled free of me, but I grabbed tight and picked her up in the air by the waist. My cock was pointed directly at her pussy anyway, so I just brought her straight down my chest and impaled her once again. All protests ceased as soon as I hit her cervix and she started working it like nothing I had ever experienced before. This was not the crazed, banging, grunting, mindless pounding we had engaged in earlier. She melted into my arms and we made love in the shower with no bizarre dick splitting or craziness, just normal sex, really good sex with kissing and stuff.

Afterward, we cleaned up in silence. I got dressed and she put on a bathrobe. "That was... better. Nice." as she finally broke the silence.

"I did not rape you or drug you, you know?" 

She had a very stern look as she replied flatly, "I know that wasn't anything normal, even if I don't know how you did it. I've never had sex without even a proper introduction." 

"I introduced myself at Turner's."

"Well, I didn't. You don't even know my name."

I actually blushed. I knew all about her, things there's no way I should have known just by looking at her, but I never asked her name. I got defensive anyway, "It didn't seem that important to you when you dragged me here..." 

She cut me off with "I think you should go." I turned toward the door, but I had a thousand thoughts running through my mind. I intended to have casual sex, but... I didn't want a relationship with this older woman, the whole idea was to get Mia in the first place, but she made me feel like an asshole which made me angry and depressed at the same time. 

"Listen, things happened really fast for whatever reason. I don't want to leave with you thinking I'm a dick who just screwed you like some street whore and couldn't care less who you are." And the voice inside my head said, "Even though that's exactly what you are!" 

She had an odd expression and she reached out her hand, "Stephanie Baines, pleased to make your acquaintance."

As demented as it was considering what all we'd done already, I shook her hand. "So, what do you do, Ms. Baines?"

"Mostly try to point little girls who run around in adult bodies in the right direction."

"That sounds rewarding."

"Ha! Frustrating is more like it. Trying to help these girls used to consume my life, then, one of them steals my husband away." 

"That's why you were at the bar?" (As if I didn't know.) 

She frowned. "God, I'm tired... You wore me out, Mr. Wesley, I've got to lie down and get some sleep." 

"I should go, if you're sure you'll be okay?" 

"I'm fine." and she walked to the door to show me out.

The problem was I was wired and that voice in my head was telling me things. Among other things, it told me her verbally abusive stepfather called her "Steffie" and she hated it. It told me that I could do whatever I wanted to including check out her confidential files about all the troubled young women that were right there on her computer. "Steffie, dear, just lock that door and open up your computer files for me before you go to bed." She bristled at the name, but did what I told her without a word.

I had no clue why I cared about the files on those girls, but it was a rush reading all this confidential data that I wasn't supposed to see. Lots of names, but not that many that I recognized, so I picked one at random. 'Smith, Shantiqua Mercedes' sounded interesting and, with the college database tied in, I could pull up her ID and her records. According to the transcript, she's got serious body issues and confuses sex for affection, so she's a nymphomaniac who visited Steffie for help about her dieting and too active libido. She was afraid condoms were not foolproof enough and wanted to know if she should have her tubes tied, Steffie suggested waiting and examining why she had sex so often for discussion on her next visit. Never tried chocolate before... 

Britanny Miles, trying to deal with incest issues due to her Daddy supposedly fondling her, can't get aroused by boys, and wonders if she's a lesbian? Bet we can fix that...

Alanna Higgins has serious intimacy issues, but doesn't want to be a frigid old maid, embarrassed by still being a virgin. Definitely can fix that! 

And on I went until morning, reading files, checking pictures, and making a list of girls in need of my special assistance. I didn't hear her bedroom door open but I sure heard, "What the Hell are you doing? That's personal... You can't read that stuff. It's illegal. You'll get me fired!"

"Shut up, Steffie!" She did. The fury in her eyes was exciting and I'd been thinking about sex all night anyway. There she stood, naked under that robe, wanting to scream at me, but unable to and she didn't know why. "Steffie, take off the robe." She untied the belt and let it drop to the floor. I swear she looked even better than the night before. I was ready to go, but it seemed pointless. "Put your robe back on and fix us breakfast." She did and all I kept thinking was maybe I should get a little more practice with this thing before I see Mia.

Rick's Demon Ch. 02



After breakfast, the adrenalin I was running on was running out, so I gave Steffie a list of appointments to set up and went home to get some sleep. I passed Carrie Shaw, the fitness instructor who lives in the apartment below mine, heading out for her full day of classes. Tight body, thirty-something, always smiling, and hooked up with a steroid freak who uses her for an armpiece. I still think he's really gay. Derek Stanislau is a huge jerk and Carrie loves him so much that it is disgusting. When he's off on his bodybuilding competition trips, she asks me to keep an eye on things. She confided her master plan to me last month. She was going off the pill to get pregnant because Derek would have to commit then. After six years, if he was going to make it legal, he would have by now. 

I mean, the guy is gone probably nine months a year for one reason or another. Carrie has to work to help support him until he makes it big, so she does classes at gyms and schools as much as six times a day. For instance, he flies off to a competition in Hawaii for two weeks, but he really needs her to stay home and work. Not to worry though, one of his workout buddies will use that complimentary companion ticket. She is a sap, but she's really cute and deserves better. I need to stop thinking about her tight butt and her soap opera life and get some sleep. 

Sleep came easy. Around 9:30 PM, I heard the familiar rattle of the water pipes as Carrie was hitting the shower and I woke up after almost eleven hours of sleep. All I could think of was her in that shower, how she must have looked naked and wet. Then, I had an idea. The security light on the balcony side of the building had been broken for awhile. Knowing that she always kept her cell phone handy in case Derek called, I dialed her cell number. One ring, water stopped, second ring, she answered. 

"Hello?" 

"Carrie, this is Rick upstairs. Did you hear anything by your balcony door just now?" 

"No, I'm, I was in the shower. What's wrong?" 

"I thought I saw something drop past my balcony..." 

"Something or someone?" 

"Dunno, it's dark, but I wanted to check on you knowing Derek is away." 

"I don't hear anything... Do you think you could come down and check for me? Please?" The panic in her voice almost made me feel bad about my little scheme. 

"Sure, be right there!" 

I sprinted down the steps with my bathrobe on and nothing else. She was waiting at her door in her bathrobe, hair wrapped in a towel, and shivering at the thought of some evil person waiting outside to attack her. I knew she was a little timid, but she was really scared. I actually had second thoughts about the whole thing despite the hard on that I was lugging around. She did not say a word, just looked at me with big, scared deer in the headlights eyes. 

"I'll go check the balcony for you." I whispered as seriously as I could and I unlocked the sliding door. "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted at empty air. "Get out of here now!" 

"Who is it?" She whispered, still scared to pieces. 

"I don't know, he jumped off the balcony in the darkness as soon as I yelled at him. Couldn't tell if he was black or white even, but he's gone now." 

She ran to me and hugged me tight. "Thank you." She kissed me very lightly and very quickly on the cheek. "I don't know what I would have done if he'd broken in."

"Were you expecting someone?" 

"Oh, no. Just there have been some break ins that I've heard about and..." 

"Are you okay? You're kinda flushed in the face and I can hear your heart pounding." 

"I'm fine, just a little excited, I guess. Thanks again!" and she brushed my cheek with her lips again. 

"You can do better than that." I took her in my arms and kissed her. 

She pushed me away with a shocked look on her face. "RICK, I appreciate your help, but I belong to Derek. We may not be married yet, but..." 

"Oh, please! You're here all alone and he's running all over the world screwing around. You deserve better."

"Well, you're a little young to be making up MY mind, don't you think? You had better go and we will never speak of this, this incident, again!" 

The dismissive tone and the fire in her eyes really set me off. This is what I get for being her substitute knight in shining armor? Sure, I made the whole thing up, but she had no way of knowing that. For all she knew, it could have been some murdering thief or rapist. 

"Really, Rick, you need to get out of here now. I always thought you were a nice guy. I just don't know what's got into you?!?!?" 

"Oh, Carrie, sweetie, it isn't what's got into me. It's what's going to get into you!" I opened my robe. 

She was standing in the kitchen about six feet from me and the bitch grabbed a butcher knife from the block on her counter before she even got a look at the monster dick that was pointing at her. When she saw it, her eyes opened wide, but she pointed that knife at me anyway. "Get out or I will cut you!" 

I was surprised. I honestly thought when she saw what I was packing that she would be a lot more agreeable. "Put the knife down before you hurt yourself, Carrie." 

"Only one who's going to get hurt here is you, if you don't get out. I was attacked once and it's never happening again." 

"Put down the knife NOW before I get angry." 

"Before YOU get angry? I don't even know who you are all of a sudden. What, I'm supposed to drop on my knees because you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen?" 

I muttered, "Something like that." 

"If you're not out that door by the time I reach my phone, I'm calling the cops. And you'd better stay away from me or I'll tell Derek and he'll make you wish you were in jail." 

That was it. I saw red. My penis shot forward and split. Suddenly, there were four tentacles and they each had a mission. They coiled around her arms and legs, picking her up off the tile floor. Her legs were wrapped around and pulled wide with her knees bent as if she were kneeling. One plunged into her pussy, the other her ass. In perfect harmony, they pounded her one in and one out. The one wrapped around her right arm, squeezed until she dropped the blade, and shot into her mouth while the one that was wrapped around her left arm circled her tits, squeezed them tight, and slid it's head between them giving itself a titty fuck. There were red marks where the tentacles were rubbing against her flesh since they were holding her about two feet off the ground. I felt her blood trickling down the one in her virgin ass. She would have been screaming like mad if there had not been a huge dick filling her mouth, but you could see it in her eyes. There was fear, anger, and betrayal. Once I started to cum, she began to slip and started working with me. Within a few minutes, she was happy as she could be. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body swayed from the thrusting of each penis like some really perverted marionette. 

I don't know how many orgasms took place, mine or hers. The entire 'incident' lasted around twenty minutes. Not long, I guess but, in my defense, I had four cocks spewing down her throat, all over her face and breasts, up her ass, and deep in her womb nearly the whole time. They lowered her to the floor while still dripping cum and I swear she looked like a glazed donut, covered head to toe in semen. She laid there and rubbed the slime all over herself, sometimes it looked like she was trying to push more into her gaping, red hole. As I watched, it appeared that the red marks were fading under the coating of goo. She looked up at me for the first time since she had hit the floor and had that same look Steffie had when she came around in her shower. She wanted more, but I had no intention of making this stupid, ungrateful bitch happy ever again. 

"No more. You can just burn for Derek and be disappointed with his 'roid shrunken prick. Clean yourself and this mess up. When you're done, go to bed. When you wake up all you will remember is me running off an intruder and leaving with your little thank you kiss on my cheek. The sex was just an incredibly hot dream and you'll always compare Derek's performance to mine. Do you understand me?" 

Licking her fingers clean, she nodded with no expression and those glassy eyes. I picked up my robe and went back to my place. I was thinking how I really needed more practice with this thing before I try it out on Mia. Lucky for me Steffie was lining that up. I didn't want to do anything crazy like this to Mia, but Carrie really shouldn't have pissed me off. I never intended for anything like this to happen with her. I guess she really loves that jerk and my irresistibility was unable to trump that. Part of me knew something was really, really wrong, but the biggest part of me was too content to care. I needed a nap again after that. Monday would be my first day helping Steffie's girls, so I knew I'd need all the rest I could get.



Rick's Demon Ch. 03



I slept like the dead. I had really not slept much at all on Saturday and Sunday until after my unfortunate experience with Carrie. Part of me wondered if the whole thing had been a dream, but my dick was still huge, so it must have been real. I woke up around two in the afternoon which was no problem since I'd had Steffie set her appointment with Shantiqua Smith for 4:45. I read over her file again with that little voice in the back of my head doing commentary.

Confuses sex with affection...

"She's embarrassed to be a whore, so she pretends that she wants dick only because it represents 'love' when the simple truth is she's just a cum slut."

Obsessed with dieting, serious self image problems due to body issues...

"Body issues??? She's got huge tits and an ass to match. Much more and she's afraid she'll get too fat to get a man!"

Need to get her to face the underlying cause of her need to have sex and to become accepting of her body.

"Too easy..."

I left full of ideas for straighting this girl out. The voice was oddly quiet.

When I arrived, Steffie was surprised. "I hoped you would find something better to do..."

Sarcastically, I replied, "Now, Steffie, is that anyway to greet me after all we've meant to each other?"

She got up and shut the door behind me. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes. Part of me was concerned, part of me was curious, and the voice said, "You can stop her anytime." She put her arms around me and kissed me like I was her life's greatest love.

"Damn you", she muttered under her breath as she kissed me again. I felt her nipples harden against my chest and I pulled free of her grip.

"We're about to have company, Steffie. Young minds to mold, remember?"

Before she could respond, there was a knock at the door. With a heavy sigh, Steffie answered it. We were stunned. Shantiqua was dressed to go out, not for a therapy session, with her painted on jeans, a loose top with a plunging neckline and more cleavage on display than any three typical girls put together, and a fair amount of bling.

"You wanted to see what I look like when I go out, didn't you?"

Then, she noticed me. "What's he doing here? I thought this shit was private and confidential?"

"Rick is my assistant, I felt a male perspective would be valuable in your case."

"Don't I get to decide that kind of shit?"

"Ms. Smith, I would really appreciate the chance to help you with your situation, but it is entirely your choice. If you feel that you would be intimidated or anything by my presence, I can go." I tried to sound professional.

"Whatever!," punctuated by a hand gesture, "You can stay."

Steffie motioned her toward the couch while I rolled a full length mirror over there.

"Rick, would you like to start?" and Steffie went back to her desk.

"May I call you 'Shantiqua'?"

"Sure. Can we get this moving? I'm supposed to go out later."

"No sweat. You seem to have a bit of an obsession with your weight."

"I'm really fat, if I let myself go."

"So, how are you now? Are you happy with your size?"

"I ain't never happy with my bubble butt, but I look pretty good right now."

"Well, I would think you must be pretty pleased considering how much you're showing off."

"She wanted to see..." I cut her off mid-sentence.

"I know, do you have any idea why she wanted to see you this way?"

"You tell me." Shantiqua was getting more and more defensive. I was enjoying that.

"Well, it could be because she wanted to know if you gave men the idea that you were, well, easy."

"Easy? Have you got a point to make or what?"

"Well, making this as simple as I can, you look like a whore which would make me and most men think you are 'easy'."

"I do not have to sit here and be insulted..."

"How is it 'insulting'? You're dressed like a slut. You dressed your self, didn't you?"

"I do not look like a slut!"

"Girl, I can see the pimple on your ass' left cheek because those jeans are so tight. Your nipples show every damn time you stick your chin out and pout because your top is so open. Stand on any street corner and you'd have them lined up! Do you even know how many guys you've been fucked by?"

She jumped up. I forcefully told her to sit back down. She did.

"Look at yourself in this mirror and tell me what you look like. Now, you can stand up and look at your reflection."

"Well, I, umm..."

"A guy sees you and all he sees is big juicy tits and pants to peel off. Good girls don't look like that."

"I have to make the most of what I got." 

"Why? You sure aren't dressing like that to pick up a preacher to marry!"

"You don't understand!"

"I don't understand what? I don't understand that you're just a slut who wants sex all the time?"

"That's not true!"

"Really? You haven't had sex in how long?"

"None of your damn business!"

"Would that be minutes or hours?"

"Fuck you!" She started for the door.

I can't describe exactly how I felt right then. It was rage, like with Carrie sort of, because this little bitch was disrespecting me when all I was trying to do was help her, but not like I was actually angry. I knew what needed to be done. I had known all along. The little voice in my head was laughing. Steffie went over and locked the door, just in case. It was after 5:00 and everyone should have been gone, but why take chances?

"Get out of my way, bitch! I thought you were here to help ME and you just sit there and let him abuse me!"

Steffie just smiled. "You really are just a stupid slut, Shantiqua, and the only 'abuse' you get is what you bring on yourself. Rick hasn't even started to abuse you... yet." Then, she laughed as Shantiqua tried to open the door.

My erection had been growing the whole time. Now, it was ready to burst out of my pants. She hadn't noticed it before, but no one could miss it now.

"That's not right...", she mumbled, "...that can't be real."

"What was it you said to me?" She had a deer in the headlights look as she stared at my crotch. "Answer me, Bitch!"

She very quietly said, "Fuck you."

"Funny. That doesn't sound quite the same this time around. Had more feeling before."

"Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me."

"Well, that's not what I was expecting! Don't you see something you want, Shantiqua?"

"Too big... That's not real."

I pulled down my pants. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Steffie laughed and asked, "Have you ever seen a man's penis when you weren't drunk?"

"This isn't happening!"

"Answer her question! Have you ever seen a man's DICK when you weren't drunk?"

"No." It was barely a whisper.

"The first step is admitting you have a problem. You have a problem, don't you?" Steffie was almost sarcastic and very snide.

Shantiqua started to cry and nodded her head affirmatively. She became a little wobbly in the knees, so I grabbed her shoulders.

Steffie demanded, "You know what your problem is, don't you?"

She shook her head negatively and Steffie almost screamed at her, "Your problem is you haven't had sex sober!"

"Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone..."

I smiled. 'Steffie's right and we need to fix that. Take off those silly clothes. NOW!"

Again, the deer in the headlights look, but she slowly slipped out of her top. Her breasts were huge. She had to struggle to get her pants off and the jiggling of her tits and the wiggling of that big butt had me ready to explode. She turned and she was shaved clean, no hair anywhere, which was new to me. I was surprised that her skin was so dark everywhere, I'd never seen an African American woman naked before, but the voice in my head pointed out, "They're all pink on the inside where it matters, kid!" She shut her eyes as I approached her.

"Look at me, slut, this is for your own good."

When she opened her eyes, I knelt down and buried my face in her nice, smooth cunt. She responded pretty fast considering how scared she was. No question it was kind of stretched out, but nothing compared to what it was about to get. It looked like Steffie had her hand down in her skirt which surprised me and turned me on even more, which I would not have thought was possible. It took every bit of concentration I had to control myself and not let my cock split again. Once she was good and wet, I kissed her with my mouth dripping her juice (which she tried to lick up), laid her back down on the therapy couch, and drove that monster home. Her knees were over my shoulders as I pounded her with no mercy. As much as I did not want to, I ignored those massive bouncing chocolate tits and kept my eyes locked on hers

Her mind was trying to hide the fear and lust to sport as much bitch attitude as she could, but she was failing. She was scared and shaking with spasms of orgasmic pleasure as well. I could feel her reason starting to slip away in my head as her entire existence became defined by my thrusting in and out with the waves of pleasure forcing away the fear. She started working with me and I had to slap her face to bring her back to reality. She was not supposed to enjoy this, this was only to teach her a lesson.

I was ready to explode and I knew she was near the biggest orgasm of her life, so I pulled out and covered her from head to snatch with cum. She looked like an opera cream easter egg melting in the sun. When she tried to finger herself, I slapped her hand away denying her final pleasure.

"No, you don't get to do that. This wasn't about you. This was just like what happens when you're drunk and stupid, getting screwed and passing out, but you get to remember it all this time."

"I don't understand...", she cried.

"Sex is meant to be good for both people, Shantiqua, not just one. You get used night after night, but it doesn't matter because you barely remember anything the next day. Sure, the guys 'like' you afterwards, but they aren't interested in anything other than pussy. They don't like YOU, they don't love you, they just use you."

Steffie was licking her fingers clean and removing her clothes (?) as she walked over to the sobbing student. "Yes, dear, that was the lesson for today. Sex is not affection. You just had the biggest and best cock you'll ever even dream of, but what good was it really?"

She helped her up and led her to the rest room. I was even more surprised to see Steffie licking my cum off of Shantiqua who really did not seem that aware of what was happening. Watching that, I realized that she had amazingly not swallowed any of my cum when I spewed it all over her and was not freaking out as had happened every time I had sex before.

As soon as I realized that, almost as if she'd read my mind, Steffie smiled at me and french kissed her with a mouthful of what she had been licking off. It was scary. Shantiqua had to be just about crazy from not getting to finish anyway. The look of pure lust on her face was animalistic and, then, Steffie just buried her face in the young woman's over worked pussy right there on the rest room floor. As Steffie ate her out, Shantiqua was trying to scoop every drop of drying cum off her body and into her mouth. They rolled over with Shantiqua's eyes fixed on my dick and crawling toward me, dragging Steffie who was on her back still tonguing the girl's clit and holding on to that big ebony ass in a death grip.

I was stunned. The smell of sex from both of them was overwhelming. My cock was swelling to bursting even after what I had already done and the voice in my head said simply, "My turn." My gigantic erection became four tentacle like penises and drilled the two women in their available holes. Shantiqua took one in the mouth and one in the ass while Steffie's already dripping pussy was getting pounded in rhythm with her ass as she still was abusing Shantiqua with her tongue.

I sat on the floor outside the door and nearly lost my mind. This was better than ever. I wasn't angry or even feeling any emotion really, I just felt every orgasm from my dicks and I swear I felt theirs, too. It was like every fireworks show in the country on the 4th of July going off in my head.

I don't know how long that lasted, but my brain started to clear when I saw that Shantiqua was grinding her pussy into poor Steffie's face, but Steffie was out cold. Her only movements were from my thrusting and Shantiqua trying to get her to continue what she had been doing. My penises withdrew from the limp older woman and the two that had been gangbanging her became one. Then, the two in Shantiqua lifted her up and rolled her off of Steffie which opened that pussy wide for me. Her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head and there was no rational thought in her. All she wanted was to cum, for me to fill up her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. So, I did. This time, I continued until I passed out.

Next thing I knew, Steffie was gently smacking my face to get me to wake up. I saw that Shantiqua was curled up in the fetal position in the floor shivering, covered in sweat and cum.

"Rick, I don't know how long she's been like that. Shit, it's after 2 in the morning."

"When did you come to?"

"About twenty minutes ago, she was like that and you were practically comatose. I just cleaned up and got you going."

"You just left her lay?" I asked rather shocked by the whole thing.

"I tried to talk to her, but she's just not there anymore." She pointed at her head.

"Ummm, that's not good."

"Oh, I think she'll respond to you, lover boy, but you'd really better put your pants on first."

As I dressed, I asked "So, what's with the lesbian stuff, Steffie, I had no idea!"

"Lesbian? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Easy, lady, I just was shocked at you licking all over her..."

"I wasn't licking 'her', I was licking up your sperm, idiot." She wheeled around way from me in a huff and straightened up her desk.

"Oh, well, that's completely different." I rolled my eyes, wondering if she knew what she had been doing, and turned my attention to Shantiqua.

I filled the trash can with warm water and dumped it on her. She stirred at that. She looked up at me and I saw the lust start to fire up.

"Stop. Get up and clean yourself NOW!"

Like someone under hypnosis, she slowly did what I asked. I had her clean up the office and the rest room as well. I was so spent that watching her jiggle around naked had no effect on me. Then, I told her to dress and gave her specific instructions as to what she was to remember from the evening's events.

"Shantiqua, you will only remember the first time we had sex, nothing at all after that. You will remember feeling degraded and used. You will stop having meaningless drunken sex because you will relate it to those horrible feelings from now on. You will never speak of this session or me ever. You will only remember and speak of in glowing terms how Ms. Stephanie helped you realize that you were being self-destructive and how to be happy with yourself. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, go home and rest now." She left without a word or even a backward glance.

Steffie had reset the place so that it looked exactly as it had before our little therapy session. "So, are you sure that is all it takes?"

The voice in the back of my mind laughed as I replied. "Well, you should know. You were my first after all."

"But I'm not your puppet."

"Really? Should we test that theory?" The edge in my voice was enough to alarm me. It wasn't my voice really, it was the voice I heard in my mind. The color in Steffie's face drained and her stance softened immediately. Her head lowered slightly and her eyes went to my feet.

"No, Rick, no test necessary. You know how I feel about you."

I laughed at that and so did the voice in my head. "Get some sleep, you've got to be busy shaping young minds in a couple of hours. It's the incest confused, maybe lesbian chick for me today, right?"

"Yes, same time as Shantiqua."

As I left, I was pleased with showing some more control over this thing. After all, I had sex without doing anything over the top insane with the girl the first time. A couple more practice runs before I go see Mia and I should be good to go. No crazy tentacle stuff with the woman I love...