The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

7 p.m. THAT EVENING

Charlie-Bob stood on the O’Connors’ front porch, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell. It’s just a date, he told himself. I’ve gone on dates before.

Which was certainly true. However, he’d never gone on a date with a gorgeous girl. Or an ex-witch. Or an (according to rumor) ex-lesbian.

The door was yanked open, and on the other side stood a man in his late thirties. He was grinning. “You must be Charlie-Bob. Come in, come in, y’hear?”

This was puzzling. In Charlie-Bob’s limited experience, fathers were not usually cheerful about meeting their daughter’s dates.

Charlie stepped into the house—and almost collided with Rose’s mother. Then the woman started using every bit of charm she had: “Hello, Ah’m Pansy O’Connor. Ah’m so glad to meet you, young man.”

Charlie-Bob switched the box of chocolates to his left hand. “Good to meet you too, Mrs.—”

“Rose is still upstairs getting ready. She’s trying so hard to look good for you.”

Charlie-Bob replied, “That’s really nice of Rose to make the effort, but really, she’d look great—”

Now Rose’s dad put out his own hand. “Sorry, didn’t introduce myself. Ah’m Bill.” As Charlie-Bob shook the man’s hand, Bill continued, “Rose tells us, you got shot trying to rescue her dentist and another woman in Atlanta?”

“Yes and no. Ah was in Atlanta, and Ah did get shot, trying to keep Heather and Amy safe. But really, all Ah did—”

A thirteen-year-old girl walked in, who looked like a middle-school version of Rose. She said, “Gee, nobody told me that you were younger than Rose. And Ah thought you’d be taller.”

Pansy put on a frozen smile, then turned toward her daughter. “Violet, dear, remember what we talked about? You be nice to Charlie-Bob, y’hear?”

Bill slapped the shoulder of Charlie-Bob’s sports jacket. “Well, Ah think you’re a brave boy. Rose has been talking about you nonstop for two days now. You’ve sure done something to change her attitude about life.”

Violet said, “Not to mention, she doesn’t look like Morticia Addams anymore.” Catching her mother’s look, Violet added, ”What? You know it’s true. Ah’ve had a weird-looking sister since second grade.”

Rose’s voice laughed at the top of the stairs. “I HEARD THAT, VI!”

Rose flowed down the stairs with the grace of a princess. “You be the judge, Charlie-Bob: Do Ah look, you know, ‘weird’?”

“No, you look wow!” he said, as he handed her the box of chocolates. She was wearing dark-green things that were mixed with black things, which all went well with her dark-auburn hair and her perfect face.

Rose smiled at him. Then she said, “Ohmigod, Ah am so sorry Ah don’t have higher heels to wear for you. But these are the only dress shoes Ah have. Well, till tomorrow.”

“And what happens tomorrow?” clueless Charlie-Bob asked.

“Shopping!“ Rose, Pansy, and Violet all said.

Rose handed the chocolates to her mother and said, “Mommy, can you make sure this gets put on my bed?” Then she eyed Violet and added, “And it stays unopened?”

“You ready to go?” Charlie-Bob asked.

“Ah sure am!” Rose replied. She walked to the front door.

“You kids have fun,” Bill said. “Rose, Ah trust you to be home at a decent time.”

Once again, Charlie-Bob had the feeling that this was not normal behavior for a father of a teen daughter.

Once Charlie-Bob had Rose in the front seat of the car—his father’s car actually, borrowed for this special occasion—Charlie-Bob said, “Your parents were right friendly toward me.”

“That’s because Ah’ve been, ohmigod, singing your praises since Wednesday,” Rose said. Then she giggled. “But also, bless their hearts, Mommy and Daddy are so relieved to see me acting like a good Georgia girl again.”

Charlie-Bob took Rose to Rusty’s Down Home Cookin’, where the two teens talked during the meal.

“...But Ah don’t understand any of it,” Charlie-Bob said. “You were a witch, you were dressed in black, and Ah remember you ranting in Mrs. Elliot’s class about the Patriarchy Conspiracy—”

“Because Ah knew she agreed with me some.”

“Then Wednesday, you ran into Heather, you talked to her, and the next day you offered me porn-movie delights. What could Heather possibly have said to you in that one conversation?”

“Well, Ah was whining to her about how boys are always ‘bothering’ me, you know? And you know how she’s perfect from head to toe. So Ah thought she could, like, give me some great ‘fuck off, loser’ lines to say. But nope, she caught me by surprise.”

Charlie-Bob said, “Ah can’t imagine Heather ever saying ‘Fuck off, loser’ to anybody.”

“What she said to me was, in so many words, ‘Oh, grow up. You and I are the same: We’re beautiful, we’re treated as special, and people give us things we haven’t earned. This makes us shallow. Charlie-Bob Owens did the bravest thing that I’ve ever seen any real person do, and yet it’s people like you and me that everyone fusses over. If you don’t like getting hit on, put a bag over your head.’ So Ah asked, ‘What did Charlie-Bob do?’ Then she told me, and ohmigod, my jaw totally hit the floor. Then Ah realized Ah was attracted to you. A lot.”

“That, um, was new thinking for you, right?”

“Ohmigod, at first Ah was so confused, liking a guy. But then Ah realized, Ah don’t dislike guys, Ah dislike boys, you know? But anyone who did what you did is a man, not a boy. Then Ah realized something else.”

“Which was?”

“Dr. Saint James says she and Ah ‘are the same.’ But Ah realized that she was acting like a grownup, while Ah was acting like a total whiny princess. So Ah decided, Ah would grow up too.”

“And that’s your story? That’s how you could completely change your life, from one conversation with one stranger?”

Rose looked Charlie-Bob in the eyes. “Ah swear, it’s the whole truth. And if you, like, ask Mommy and Daddy, Ah told them the very same thing. Or ask anyone at school Ah talk to.”

Rose looked utterly sincere, and so Charlie-Bob believed her completely.

Charlie-Bob put the key in the ignition; but rather than start the car, he turned to look at Rose. “The Bijou is showing The Kissing Booth and Hermione Granger and the Necklace of Smithville. Which do you want to see?”

Rose put a hand on his arm. “Charlie-Bob, sweetie, girls don’t respect a boy who tries too hard to be pleasing, you know? But before you be the big strong man and decide what movie we’ll see”—Rose opened her purse and pulled out several sheets of paper, which were folded into fourths—“Ah have this.”

“And what is ‘this’?”

Rose’s smile was mischievous. “The story summary for the Harry Potter movie with, like, spoilers and all. You can skip the movie, and still tell everybody at school everything that happened. Totally scam everybody.”

“Why do that? Ah want to see this movie.”

Rose put her hand on his arm again. “Charlie-Bob, Ah’ve never had a cock in my hand, or my mouth, or my pussy. Ah’m like, ohmigod, a virgin at eighteen.”

“Believe me, Ah feel your pain,” he replied. “But what’s this got—?”

“Today Ah talked to Dr. Saint James, and she’s left the key to her clinic under a bush. You and Ah can...”

For the past two days, Rose O’Connor had intimidated Charlie-Bob with her beauty and her red-hot passion for him. But now, with car keys in his hand and with major hottie Rose fucking him with her eyes, Charlie-Bob stopped being timid. Mister Charlie-Bob took charge.

“We can fuck, Rose, and we will fuck!” he said. With a flick of his wrist, he started the car. “You have a cavity, Rose. And Dr. Owens will fill your cavity, using his special drill.”

Charlie-Bob laughed with delight.

Charlie-Bob experienced six “firsts” within the next two hours.

The only one of the six “firsts” that wasn’t fun was Charlie-Bob buying his first box of condoms. Instead of fun, that part of the evening was nerve-wracking.

It wasn’t Charlie-Bob’s first time to touch naked tits, but it should have been. Rose’s tits were larger than average—How had nobody noticed this before?—and their shape was Art.

Twenty minutes after Charlie-Bob started feeling her tits, Rose was lying on her naked back, on the clinic waiting room’s gray carpet. Rose’s legs were up and spread apart, and her arms were reaching for him. He could smell her desire. He got down on hands and knees, pushed his cockhead to just touching Rose’s pussy, and he thought, Losing my virginity—this is exactly how I’d want it to happen.

“Take my cherry, Charlie-Bob,” Rose said. “Ah want you to be the one.”

Charlie-Bob shoved his cock into Rose’s wet pussy. She grimaced, and sucked in air through her teeth. He stopped moving his cock, but his face leaned down to kiss her lips.

Ten seconds later, she said, “Ah’m okay now. But please move slowly.”

He did exactly that. For a few seconds, her face twitched with pain, but then she said, “Ooohmigod, now Ah get what all the fuss is about. This feels nice, you know?”

She started meeting his slow thrusts with slow thrusts of her own. Then they both quickened the pace. Charlie-Bob felt her pussy walls grab him, and he began to enjoy his first time to fuck a girl—

—so much that one minute later, he enjoyed his first orgasm inside a girl’s pussy much sooner than he’d planned to. How embarrassing! But Rose was forgiving, and Charlie-Bob recovered quickly.

Five minutes after his premature ejaculation, she’d stroked him hard, he’d replaced the used condom with a fresh one, and his cock was back to pistoning her pussy.

He’d read over and over that girls take longer than guys to have their first orgasm. He was determined to not disappoint Rose again, so when he felt himself get too close to cumming, he started computing the square root of 2.

His trick worked. Charlie-Bob kept himself hard, and soon Rose started moaning. Her kisses got fervent, and she started arching her back and thrusting her hips harder. He could feel her nipples pressing against his chest. Then their chests got wet from each other’s sweat.

After a few minutes of Rose’s building excitement (while Charlie-Bob thought of zombies and C++ computer code), Rose—

“Charlie-Bob, Ah’m gonna come!”

—clawed Charlie-Bob’s back as she screamed. Charlie-Bob felt proud of himself: For the first time, he’d made a woman climax.

He continued to think of zombies, and that postponed his own orgasm for a minute or so. He managed to not enjoy his second climax till Rose was enjoying hers.

Afterward, he kissed her, then he dropped limp onto the carpet.

That’s when she rolled on top of him, and started kissing his face—

“Ohmigod, that was, like, fantastic, you know? Kiss Everyone’s told me, like, ‘Don’t expect much, your first time,’ kiss but you made me feel so good!“ Kiss, kiss, kiss

Charlie-Bob felt weights pressing down on his chest, and that reminded him of something: “Rose, how did you go through twelve years of school and nobody notice you have breasts? Big breasts?”

“It was all that shapeless black clothing Ah was wearing. Come Monday, when Ah’m wearing tighter, brighter tops, you watch!” She sighed. “Robby-Bruce MacKenzie will be all over me.”

“Yeah,” Charlie-Bob said unhappily. “He certainly will.” Robby-Bruce was handsome, and had a track record of bedding other guys’ girlfriends.

“Pfft,” Rose said. “He’s already told me, the cure for my lesbianism is his wonderful dick. But since Ah’m not a lesbian now, why do Ah need to fuck him?” Then she kissed Charlie-Bob. “Besides, Ah want to be too busy fucking you to fuck him, you know?”

Then she gave him a mischievous smile. “Or doing other stuff with you. Ohmigod, can you believe Ah’m eighteen and Ah’ve never put a cock in my mouth?”

With that, she pulled the condom off Charlie-Bob’s cock, threw it in the plastic shopping bag that was designated as “condom trash bag,” and then Rose licked Charlie-Bob’s cock.

She made a face.

“My cock tastes yucky?” he asked worriedly.

“No, the lubricant in the condom tastes yucky. Your cock? Ah haven’t decided if Ah like its taste or not.”

She began licking his cock all over, like a cat. She was a natural, and Charlie-Bob was soon rock-hard and excited again.

After five minutes of exquisite licking-torture, she said, “Ah still ain’t decided whether Ah like the taste of your cock. Maybe Ah’m not tasting you right.” With that, she slid her lips down his dick like it were a Popsicle, the first time that any girl had done that to him.

Rose had a gorgeous face—after high school, she could easily become a model or actress. So even though Charlie-Bob had already come twice that night, the sight of her perfectly shaped face and its perfectly shaped mouth slurping his rod, got him excited again. After ten minutes of Rose’s lips moving up and down his cock, he was on the verge of orgasm—

“Ah’m about to come in your mouth!” he cried.

—and worried she’d stop then. But instead, her pace got faster. He blasted her throat as he moaned.

To his left was a poster on the wall of a smiling tooth. Charlie-Bob gave the big tooth a thumbs-up.

When Charlie-Bob’s brain was working again, he kissed Rose. She then asked, “What do you want to do next?”

He answered, “Do to you what you did to me.”

“You don’t have to, you know. Ah’m not keeping score, and Ah’m feeling generous tonight.”

“But Ah want to. But you’ll need to coach me. It’s my first time.”

“Well, if you insist, Ah guess Ah can teach you how to lick me right.”

Charlie-Bob didn’t think he was as adept at oral sex as Rose had been; still, she seemed to respond well enough. (Meaning, she pushed his face into her pussy as she moaned.) And he finally learned what a clitoris was.

The taste, however, would take some getting used to. And nobody had warned him about getting pubic hairs caught in his teeth.

A half-hour later, Charlie-Bob threw the condom bag into an unattended Dumpster. As he was getting back behind the steering wheel, Rose said, “What a totally awesome night! We did everything that a boy and girl can do.”

He shook his head. “Not quite. Ah decided sometime tonight that Ah’m not interested in Anal. But Ah never got around to putting my fingers in your pussy, and you never put yours around my cock.”

She said in a mock goodie-two-shoes voice, “Too late now. You can’t stroke me while you’ve driving; that would be, you know, dangerous.“

But then she moved closer to him. “But Ah don’t have that problem, you know?”

Rose had proved herself a natural at sucking a cock; now she showed as much raw talent at stroking a cock. Within four blocks, Charlie-Bob had to pull off the road because he couldn’t concentrate on his driving anymore.

And then, no sooner had he sputtered the words “Rose, Ah’m gonna”—

—but Rose then zoomed her head down, and sealed her lips around his cockhead. She swallowed every drop.

With the successful completion of the handjob, Charlie-Bob had to revise his count. He’d now experienced seven first-times in one night.