The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Blindfolded Charlie-Bob heard Rose say, “Now you can take off the blindfold, my hero.”

The young woman who’d answered the door, she laughed. ”May, Rose. Now Charlie-Bob may take off his blindfold.”

As Charlie-Bob was unknotting the knot behind his head, he thought, Why is this woman talking like an English teacher?

Seconds later, he knew the answer. Staring at her, he said, “Ah know you, you’re the new English teacher, uh...”

“Miss Turner,” Denise prompted.

Miss Turner shook her head, even as she smiled at Charlie-Bob. “Please, call me ‘Mary’, ‘Kayla’, or ‘Mary Kayla’ outside of school. Welcome to my humble apartment, by the way.”

“Do Ah need to introduce you to, like, the others?” Rose asked Charlie-Bob.

Charlie-Bob thought, “Others”?

When Charlie-Bob turned his back on the door, he was surprised to discover that there were nine people in the apartment, of which he was the only male. All nine attended SOHS, as either student or teacher.

Answering Rose’s question, Charlie-Bob said, “Ah already know Brooke, since she’s a junior like me. And everyone knows Helen-May Sawyer.” Charlie-Bob didn’t mention that he considered the blond president of the Purity League to be an ice-princess bitch.

Rose said, “Well, then, let me present to you Robina Wright, who also is a senior and also is in Purity League.”

He said, “Uh, Ah’ve seen you around, but Ah didn’t know your name.”

“And now you know it,” the freckled redhead replied flirtatiously. Robina actually curtsied at him, before asking, “What do you think about girls in Purity League?”

“They’re okay,” Charlie-Bob said. He didn’t say what he really felt: that pledging no sex, of any kind, before marriage, was way extreme. But he now said tactfully, “It’s good to stand for something.”

“Ah’m in Purity League too,” Brooke Coleman said.

Charlie-Bob nodded, since he couldn’t bring himself to say Good for you.

Rose gestured to a gorgeous, blue-eyed brunette who looked like Megan Fox’s youngest sister. “This is Paula Crawford, a freshman.”

Paula likewise curtsied at Charlie-Bob.

“Finally,” Rose said, gesturing toward a young blonde, “this is Tatum-Teresa Haven, also a freshman.”

Tatum-Teresa gave Charlie-Bob his third curtsy of the night.

Now Charlie-Bob took a second look at these SOHS females, and only one word came to mind: “Wow.”

If you counted auburn hair as “red,” there were four redheads (natural color or dyed) among the girls, four blondes (natural color or dyed), and a natural brunette. Brooke got counted twice, because her hair was strawberry-blond.

Every girl was wearing a dress or skirt; nobody wore pants or shorts. Every girl wore high heels (although Tatum-Teresa Haven was wobbly-legged, wearing hers). Rose’s green shoes and Mary Kayla’s red shoes had heels high enough to turn those shoes into flashing neon signs: “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

The weird thing, the wildly-unlikely-yet-true thing, was that every girl in the room had a beautiful face; and (except for Tatum-Teresa Haven) every girl in the room was chestier than average. In the case of Denise Webber, her tits were enormous. It was as if Charlie-Bob had crashed a meeting of Future Lingerie Models of America.

“So why are we all here?” Charlie-Bob now asked. “What’s the occasion? Someone’s birthday?”

Rose said, “We-all are here because we think you’re a hero, and we want to pleasure you.”

He toyed with the idea that this was all some kind of joke, that all these hot girls were pranking the nerdy guy. But last week, he’d gotten Rose’s virginal blood on his dick, which seemed like a lot more than a prankster would willingly do. In short, Charlie-Bob didn’t know what to think.

“All of you want to pleasure me?” Charlie-Bob asked. He looked straight at Helen-May. “Ah can’t believe that.” Then he looked at Mary Kayla. “You’ll get fired if you merely kiss me.”

The blond teacher shrugged. “You’re a hero, and heroes should be rewarded.”

Helen-May looked uncomfortable. “Rose showed me Ah was wrong. Saying No till Ah get married is a good rule, but it shouldn’t apply when a hero asks for sex, you know?”

“Helen-May Sawyer, you actually are telling me that Ah can ask to pop your cherry right here, right now, and to me you’ll say yes?”

She nodded. “Straight sex, oral, handjobs, whatever you want.” She gulped, and added, “Ah’ll even let you fuck my ass.”

Rose said, “Don’t need to worry, Helen-May. He’s not into Anal.”

Needless to say, Helen-May looked relieved.

Charlie-Bob pressed on: “Ah can bust your hymen tonight with your blessing, but no other guy in this town gets even a handjob from you, right?”

“That’s right,” Helen-May said.

He looked at Robina and Brooke, who also were in Purity League. “What do y’all say? Agree with her, or she’s off the deep end?”

Brooke said, “My body is, ohmigod, a blank check for you, Charlie-Bob.”

Robina winked at him. “Ah’ve never given a blowjob before. But with you, it’s more than okay—Ah’m looking forward to swallowing you.”

He didn’t believe that Helen-May meant what she’d said. But he saw only one way to find out, though: “You three,” he said, “face me and strip naked.”

To his surprise, Helen-May disrobed as quickly as the other two girls.

Next he commanded, “On your knees, facing me, legs apart, hands behind your back. Show off your pussies.”

Seconds later, all three Purity League girls were posed lewdly in front of him.

That’s when the thought struck him: What if this isn’t a prank? What if I’m really the guest of honor at an orgy?

He didn’t entirely believe this, which was why he was being cruel to the Purity League girls. But if Rose’s promise was indeed true, then one thought came to mind.

Charlie-Bob eyed all seven high-school girls. “Who here is under sixteen?” he asked.

Paula and Tatum-Teresa raised their hands.

To them he said, “Y’all can’t be in any part of the sex—you can’t do it, and you can’t even watch it. Y’all need to either go into the kitchen now, or put on your coats and leave.”

“Ah’m not a virgin,” Paula said.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re under sixteen, that’s what matters. Ah’m serious—out the door now, or into Mary Kayla’s kitchen now.”

“Ah’ve got two brothers,” Tatum-Teresa said to Mary Kayla, “so Ah’m good at, like, cooking burgers. There any hamburger meat in your fridge?”

The teacher nodded. “In the freezer.”

“Ah’ll help you cook,” Paula said. Together the two freshman girls walked into the kitchen (Tatum-Teresa still wobbling in her high heels).

Meanwhile, the three Purity League girls were still naked in front of Charlie-Bob, and were still posed to show off their pussies.

“Masturbate for me, Purity League,” he said, as he stared into Helen-May’s eyes. He was rock-solid sure that she’d pitch a hissy then.

Except that she didn’t. All three girls began caressing themselves down there.

“Go Purity League,” Denise said. “Excite yourselves for Charlie-Bob.”

About one minute later, all three girls were trembling and biting their lips, and Charlie-Bob smelled a pungent odor. “Are they about to cum? This quickly?” he asked the room.

Brooke looked at Charlie-Bob as she kept masturbating. “You watching me touch myself, it gets me hot.”

“Ohhh yes,” Robina said, “it’s sooo hot with you watching me, ohmigod.”

Helen-May didn’t say anything, she just knelt there and rubbed herself, with her head back and eyes shut.

“I wish that were me, performing for Charlie-Bob,” Mary Kayla said.

“Me too,” Denise replied.

Not soon after, Robina shook with orgasm, and Helen-May and Brooke were close. Charlie-Bob said then, “Make a Y facing each other, while you still jill yourselves.”

The three naked, masturbating Purity League girls did so.

Charlie-Bob ordered, “When you come, kiss the girl to your right while you’re cumming. If you’re not cumming, kiss the girl to your left while she wants to kiss you.”

Soon Charlie was steel-hard, watching the writhing, moaning, kissing, naked trio. And he wasn’t the only one aroused: He heard Rose say, “That is so hot.“

Then Rose stepped up to him. “You’re about to burst your underwear, stud. Ah want to relax you.”

Charlie-Bob said, “Anyone not want to see Rose stroke my naked cock? Speak up now.”

When nobody objected, Charlie-Bob kissed Rose on the lips and said, “You rock.”

Rose’s handjob was very slow; her touch was very light. Her handjob felt wonderful.

Robina, who was facing in Charlie-Bob’s general direction, said, “Ah’m seeing a cock, ohmigod. Like, my first cock ever.”

“It’s a hard cock,” Helen-May breathed.

Soon Charlie-Bob was about to climax. He said, “Ah don’t want to make a mess on Mary Kayla’s carpet. Helen-May, get over here and suck me off.” He made himself sound deliberately uncaring, figuring that this at last would make Helen-May cop an attitude.

But again Helen-May surprised him. Making no objections to his order, she got her face right in front of his dick. Then she asked Rose, “What do Ah do now?”

“Move your lips up and down his cock, like you’re eating a Popsicle, while you tongue the underside of his dick. And remember: A good girlfriend always swallows.”

Helen-May turned out to be surprisingly skilled at cocksucking, for someone who’d never blown a dick before.

Meanwhile, Charlie-Bob noticed that the other two naked girls were still jilling and kissing. He said, “Robina? Brooke? Change of plans. Now Ah want each of you to stroke the other girl’s pussy while you kiss. Try to give her more pleasure than she gives you.”

This had the desired result: All the time that Helen-May was swallowing and then milking Charlie-Bob, Robina and Brooke were gasping, moaning, and screaming in orgasm. Those two girls had also begun stroking each other’s breasts, without any such command from Charlie-Bob.

Denise said, “Seeing all this is making me so horny, Rose. Ah’ll be so wet if he fucks me tonight.”

Rose replied, “You’ll enjoy it, Ah guarantee it. But remember: Tonight is all about what Charlie-Bob wants.”

Charlie-Bob gave Brooke and Robina ten minutes of each-other orgasms, then he said, “Stop now.”

He offered a hand to Helen-May, who was kneeling at his feet, and helped her stand up. Then he said to her, and to flushed and panting Robina and Brooke, “Y’all can dress now if y’all want to.”

Rose asked him then, “So, like, what do you want to do now?”

Charlie-Bob walked up to Denise and said, “Now Ah thank this beautiful girl for sucking me so well on the drive here. She wants me to fuck her, so Ah’m gonna do just that.”

But he chose to undress Denise before he fucked her. Alas, undressing her was easier said than done.

Charlie-Bob had real trouble getting Denise’s bra off. For one thing, he’d never touched a bra clasp except for once, seven days ago. But mainly he was having trouble because the two ends of the bra were being pulled apart with great force. Denise’s boobs clearly had gotten much bigger since her bra had been bought.

But eventually he got Denise naked. Then he looked over at the English teacher and said, “Mary Kayla, undress me.”

She undressed him as he’d ordered and, except for many times “accidently” rubbing against his dick, the undressing was straightforward and unsexy.

But legally, the teacher crossed a big red line in undressing a male student, and that’s what finally convinced Charlie-Bob that all this was no joke, no prank.

Charlie-Bob looked at still-naked Helen-May and said, “Ah didn’t believe you earlier, and so Ah was cruel to you. Ah apologize.”

Charlie-Bob turned back to naked and scrumptious Denise and said, “Shall we find the bed now?”

He smiled at the five other hot babes in the living room. “Y’all are welcome to watch if you like.”

Rose gave him a thumb-up, then said, “Ah, like, brought condoms.”

Naked Charlie-Bob and naked Denise then walked into Mary Kayla’s tiny bedroom.

What followed was your standard, everyday, run-of-the-mill sex session with a softball-breasted hellcat as five sexy beauties watched.

Eventually, Charlie-Bob asked Rose to fetch his pants and shirt, and Denise’s underwear and dress, so that the lovers would be decent when they walked out of the bedroom.

By then, Tatum-Teresa and Paula had cooked up hamburgers and chocolate-chip cookies. Charlie-Bob, Denise, and the five sex-show voyeurs sat down to eat.

The two freshman girls, claiming that they’d already eaten while the “gymnastics” had been going on, didn’t sit at the table with the other girls. Instead, the freshman girls stood to either side of Charlie-Bob, refilling his glass, fetching him whatever he asked for, and smiling at him a lot.

Charlie-Bob ate like a starving man; all the girls made good-natured jokes about this.

At one point during the meal, he was talking about his favorite manga and animé. The dining room now had eight beautiful girls in it, and every one of them hung on Charlie-Bob’s every word.

After complimenting the freshman girls on their cooking, and using the bathroom, Charlie-Bob announced to the “legal age” group, “Ah want to enjoy a threesome.” He held out his hand to Rose, then said, “Rose, pick somebody.”

“Helen-May,” Rose said.

He shook his head. “Pick someone else.”

Helen-May said, “After everything you put me through tonight? Ohmigod, you don’t want to fuck me?”

Charlie-Bob said, “Not tonight. If Ah’m to take someone else’s virginity, Ah want to plan when and how Ah’ll do it right. Plus, you virgins deserve a chance to back out.”

Rose said, “So the freshman are out, and the virgins are out? And, like, you’ve already fucked Denise. So that leaves only the teacher, you know?”

Mary Kayla walked up to where Charlie-Bob and Rose were standing. The blond teacher gave Rose a long kiss, then turned to Charlie-Bob. “Please fuck us both, my hero.”

Again Charlie-Bob walked into Mary Kayla’s bedroom with intent to fuck.

Mary Kayla had never before done girl-girl sex, beyond kissing. Charlie-Bob was not a bit surprised when Rose wound up teaching the teacher.

But when it came to male-female sex, Mary Kayla was an ace. It seems that in Minnesota, when young couples are trapped indoors by blizzards, they pass the time by practicing sex techniques on each other. This explained how Mary Kayla could write her name on Charlie-Bob’s dick with her pussy muscles.

Before leaving Mary Kayla’s apartment, Charlie-Bob kissed Tatum-Teresa and Paula on the cheek, and thanked them for the great cooking. Each girl kissed him on the mouth, as her way of saying, “You’re welcome.”

Then Charlie-Bob helped Mary Kayla set up the forty-inch trampoline that had been delivered to her apartment that afternoon. The task wasn’t difficult, or time-consuming, but he was so tired that he fell asleep in the middle of screwing the legs on.

Likewise, when Rose’s car pulled up in front of Charlie-Bob’s house, she had to wake him up.