The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lindsay Jamison

I slid down the table away from the two guys as they sat down because they were weird. Really weird. I mean, I could barely understand their conversation and it wasn’t because they were mumbling. One was pretty much yelling at the other and the second’s replies weren’t exactly quiet, either.

“You’re an idiot, Mike,” said the tall, skinny one. I think he was the guy dating Suzy, but I wasn’t sure. He’d called the shorter, broader guy Mike, though, so I had a name. Like that was much help; there are three Mikes in my drama class alone. “How many times is this going to happen before you clue in and get some control over your dick? MacKay wasn’t enough for you?”

Wait a sec! It was the Mike who got the shit kicked out of him because of Marian. She actually actually cheated on a jock with … with him? Eeew.

“Hey, we got to meet The Vampire.”

“We got suspended by The Vampire.”

“I fixed that already. He’s an idiot. Der Fuhrer was twice the bad-ass The Vampire is.”

“No shit?” said skinny, dripping sarcasm. “I thought it was funny when he busted us for being in the halls without a pass five minutes ago without kicking our asses to the curb.”

I was lost. Whatever they were talking about it had something to do with Mr. Blaskó, but how do you fix suspension?

“And I took care of the other problem at the same time.”

“How? Put it back to normal? Seriously, man, you are going to have trouble finding compatible women with that thing.”

“You’re thinking too small, Terry. We’ve got the program, so size is never a problem. I’ve got it under control now. Watch.”

Even more lost. What were they talking about? The guy’s dick? Rumour was, Mike was hung like a horse. Maybe that’s why Marian cheated with this freak—she liked it big. Maybe bigger was better, but how the hell would I know? I wasn’t deliberately saving myself for my wedding, but I wasn’t ready for sleeping around, either. There’s like diseases, freaky boyfriends, Mom ….

The really creepy looking, maybe big-dicked guy slid down the bench until he was right beside me—almost on top of me, actually, which is what made him really creepy—and I knew he was totally insane when he asked, “Lindsay, would you like to suck on my dick?”

I was like, “What?” and got up to leave. These guys were freaks. Then I changed my mind and sat back down. He had to be just kidding, right? Nobody could ask a total stranger something like that and not mean it as a joke. It just wasn’t a funny joke, but I could keep my cool and say something sharp back … when I could think of something. I know I would have in another five minutes, but by then there’d have been no point.

With that realization, I decided to go with my first impression and get going, but I didn’t because I was … confused? I was certainly something sorta disturbed. Sorta like I wanted something else. It was weird.

“Good,” said the other guy.

“Better,” replied the one called Mike. “Lindsay … you didn’t answer. I asked if you would like to suck on my dick? It’s big ….”

How did the freak know my name? I mean, I …. “I …. Uh ….”

Ohhhh my god. He’d unzipped his pants and his thing was sticking out and I—

“Ohhhhhh.” I moaned. Omigod I moaned. I really moaned. Like an, I am soooo horny moan. “Oh god yes!”

That’s what I was! Immensely, distractingly horny, not confused. What was going on? It was like my body was over here and my brain was over there and my body really wanted to … suck off the guy’s huge, yummy looking cock.

“Miiiike ….”

I ignored the skinny guy because my mouth was watering. I’d never felt anything like it. Scary, but it was kinda cool. No way was I really going to do it, but just thinking about it ….

“Oh god!” That brain-body disconnect thing hit again and I felt myself sliding under the table. I was going to do it. I really was! Excitement suffused my body. Everything throbbed. Every nerve was screaming for it, screaming, Yes, you stupid brain! We’re gonna eat his cock, so get your act together! I could almost feel my sexual fantasies changing. No more petting and kissing and teasing and toying and waiting, I wanted to get nasty!

“Mike, she doesn’t want to do it.”

Like hell I don’t! But I couldn’t get nasty, not with his thing in my hands. I needed it in me to be properly nasty. It smelled heavenly. Hunkering down, practically sitting on my heels, I gingerly licked it to get a taste and immediately fell madly in love. Fire, hot and sexy, shot down my tongue and through my whole body, almost making me fall over. My hand gripped tight, holding me up for a second taste. It was like Mike was built to hold onto with both hands. I licked all around the top and made him squirm. I was doing it right!

“Like hell she doesn’t,” he gurgled.

Mike’s friend just wouldn’t let it lie. He kept pushing. “OK, but what about everyone else in here?”

If that skinny idiot talked Mike out of it, I’d kill him. I didn’t want to give Mike any time to think. I kissed the tip, pulling it down so I wouldn’t bang my head on the table, and shivered as he slid into my mouth. I was giving the blowjob, and it felt like I was the one who was going to cum.

“Same thing you did to my hospital rooOoooOoooommmm! N-nobody notices. Oh fuh—Ow!”

“Sorry,” I said meekly. Note to self: Don’t bite too hard; otherwise, this was easy! This was fun! This is sooooo sexy. Omigod! I’m sooooo turned on! What’s this really like all the way?

I hadn’t even touched myself, up to this point—hands were too busy—but I felt better than anything. All of the furtive, shy playing around I’d done with guys in the past was nothing. I wanted Mike to cum in my mouth, but I also wanted him to stay hard, throw me on the table and fuck my brains out. I couldn’t think of anything else anymore. It was me, his dick … no, his cock! And the annoying guy who was still talking. I tuned him out, but something Mike said got me interested in the conversation again.

“What, you thought I sat here by accident? Hell, I looked up off all of the hot chicks in the yearbook and memorized their names years ago.”

I was a hot chick! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Fuuuuhhhck!

Cumming was all I lived for, but I couldn’t. My jeans wouldn’t let me. They were pulled tight enough to keep my hands off, away from the focal point of my exquisite hunger, but they were also too taut for me to rub through or and squeeze my way to orgasm. I needed to stop and breathe or I’d have died. My heart pounded at like a thousand beats a second and I tried to suck in air without letting him out of my mouth, but I couldn’t, not fast enough—and blacking out was not something I wanted to do.

“Mmmmmmmm. Oh! Please!”

“Just in case you one day found a computer program that could do anything to anyone, if only you knew her name. Right. Mike, just let her go. She sounds like she’s in pain.”

“Oh! Oh GAWD! I think I’m—I’m! I’m cumming! I … oh god oh god oh god! I’m not! I need to cum!”

“Try again, Terry. It’s not pain.”

“OoooOoooOoooMmmmmmmm!”

“Yer sick, Mike. If you’re going to do this sort of stuff, just pick one girl. Preferably one who likes it.”

“Do you like it, Lindsay?”

He was asking me a question and I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t. I’d die if I couldn’t taste him for even a second.

“Lindsay?” he prompted.

“Yes!” I blurted, on and off him in an eye blink. Guys were supposed to really like it if you deep throated them, so I tried to do that.

“If you’re going to do it, just do it. Stop playing with her. She’s choking, Mike.”

“No she isn’t. Terry, it’s about control at least as much as the sex. Lindsay wouldn’t have dreamed of doing anything like this if I hadn’t prompted her, and now she loves it.”

Oh do I ever! I screamed internally. He was too big though. I did everything I could think of and I could only get about half of him in my mouth before I did start choking. Deciding to give it one last go, I lifted my mouth off of him to take a deep breath and, in my haste, slammed my head into the bottom of the table.

“Oook!” I said.

“I’m gone,” said Terry, a moment later. “But believe me Mike, you aren’t doing yourself any favours. Seriously, it’s better if you just pick one, stick to her, and treat her right.”

Good! He was leaving! He was right, so long as that one was me, but he was leaving. Maybe now Mike would pay some attention to me. I needed to cum sooooo bad. He needed to cum soooo bad, too. I could tell. My mouth watered. Between my legs I watered. All this wet and I was still boiling hot and Mike was hard as a rock. Not screwing around anymore, my hands—it took both of them—worked frantically up and down while I sucked and licked the top, because that’s what he seemed to enjoy the most.

It’s what I enjoyed the most, too. Little drops of stuff oozed out of the tip and it tasted incredible. I just magically knew that if he came in my mouth, my life would be changed forever. I’d need it forever, and I wanted it soooo bad! I had to make him cum and he was soooo close!

He groaned and stiffened and …

And I think I blacked out at the first taste. No fair! Totally no fair! I woke up back on the bench, leaning against him. My eyes opened slowly and he had, like, this picture of me—buck naked except for super-sexy, super-clear, super-high heels—on his computer. I probably should have freaked out, but instead I started to slip back under the table.

“Lindsay. Later.”

I stopped dead at the sound of his voice. Later. Omigod! He said later! I wanted it now, but later had long term connotations! Like doing it over and over and over for days on end in front of a warm fireplace on a soft and fluffy rug, but not an animal skin. That would be gross. Nothing deserves to be spread out on a floor and walked on after it’s been murdered.

“Really, Mike? Later? Really?”

He sighed. “Yeah. Terry thinks I need a girlfriend.”

I almost passed out again, but when I could, I said, “I-I’m yours. Please let me do that again. I’ll do anything!”

Mike grinned and my whole body lit up again. “You will, huh?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye that looked evilly, wickedly sexy. “You know, I really like big breasts. Would you get big breasts for me?”

“Yes!” I shouted. Mike’d want me more if I had big breasts!

“I’ll give them t you if you ask.”

Huh? I wondered, but what I said was, “Please! Give me big breasts!”

“Say you want huge hooters!”

“I want huge huh-hooters! Please! Mike I neeeeed you! I want big tits for you to play with and suck on and love and kiss and—” I made up that bit at the end because I wanted him to give me the most scrumchous breasts ever so he would stare at them in wonderment forever, and then I could suck on him, make love to him, have his children and we’d love each other until the end of time.

He just cut me off with a wave and said, “Right. Watch.”

He had a laptop computer, the one with me naked on it, but it wasn’t me. It was a model of me. He’d click and hold and it would stop rotating or he’d drag it around to get a better angle. Then he’d type, drag a slider, type some more and the things he typed were silly. Lindsay can easily deep throat a foot long cock, for example. I’d already tried and it was a no-go. Lindsay gives hand and blow jobs like an expert.

Lindsay loves anal sex, read the next bit, but how would I know? I’d never tried, obviously, but I was sure interested in finding out all of a sudden. Both her ass and pussy are perfectly fitted to Mike’s cock and are, like the rest of her body, easily sexually stimulated by herself or Mike. Then he paused and added, or a girl selected or approved by Mike who Lindsay will also be instantly attracted to. His grammar was pretty bad, but that wasn’t why I loved him.

Lindsay also has the muscular control and sexual skills of a highly trained and talented professional courtesan and can fuck for hours without exhaustion.

“What?” I giggled, suddenly rippling with energy.

“It sounds cool.”

“OK. You spelled erotically wrong, though.” I pointed to what he’d written, Lindsay’s breasts are high, full, and teardrop shaped H-cups and extremely eroticly sensitive.

“Thank you,” he muttered and hit enter.

“Yeeep!” My bra overflowed, one shoulder strap snapping before being buried beneath my surging chest. Stretching, straining, my tee shirt did it’s best to hold, and helped send me into convulsions as Mike’s little—big—gifts responded to a questing, unbelieving touch.

That computer really worked! I did have huge hooters and they felt … “Aaaaahhh. Oh! Mmmmmmike!”

I looked like a porn star. I felt like a porn star, all reved up and ready to make love … have sex, no, fuck! We’d make love, for hours and hours on end, later, but, Right now I need raw and fast. I need to fuck!

Basically I felt fabulous and, judging by the expression on Mike’s face, I looked fabulous. He really liked the huge tits and ready to fuck look! He especially seemed to like me feeling myself up in front of him. Watching him watching me as the top of my shirt separated from the collar and gave him an awesome cleavage shot nearly made me cum.

“Mike, these are …. I feel …. Ohhhhhhhh!” I flung my arms around him and squealed with pleasure as my big new breasts ground against him. Omigod! I flooded my pants just from the rubbing. My little pebbly nipples totally ached to be touched and sucked on. I’d never even be able to wear a shirt again without them igniting and sticking out, but looking like a slut never seemed so exciting.

Maybe he could do other stuff like my legs, or buff me up a little. Make me look really good for him. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be able to get that huge dick of his to stand at attention just by being in the same room as him.

“Let go and lean back for a sec,” he commanded. “I wanna see this.”

Now what? I complied and looked at the computer screen where Mike put the finishing touches on, Lindsay has nipples three quarters of an inch long and half an inch in diameter, when hard, surrounded by soft, pink, areola that puff out in cones at the slightest hint of nipple erection. She can cum from nipple stimulation alone as though each nipple became a clitoris when aroused.

Just like he’d described them, my nipples shot out, threatening to tear my top further, and tingled like mad. Get off from just playing with them? I had to pinch one to see. I pinched and threw my head back as I screamed. It was better than playing with myself! It was just too much!

“Too much! What are you-oooooo!”

He’d pulled the ruins of my shirt down below the masses of my new breasts and leaned in. Cupping a breast, he kissed a nipple and then ran his tongue around it.

I just about blacked out again. Just about. This time I gasped and squealed and my hips tried to fuck air as I shook and thrashed.

Stopping for a moment to run his fingers through my hair before he peeled the shirt down to my waist and began to work on my useless bra Mike said, “I always liked your hair. You’ve got the sexiest hair in the whole school.”

I wanted to kiss him and thank him, but all I could get my mouth to do was pant and moan. The rest of me was more active. I squirmed around and up onto the table while I could still think because if I didn’t I’d fall over backwards and probably bash my brains out on the bench behind us. Mike followed me, licking and sucking as I writhed and bucked and howled underneath him, cumming again and again and again with barely a pause between one climax and the next.

My heels skidded on the table, before I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles together behind his back. The translucent plastic glinted in the cafeteria lights like they were a slutty Cinderella’s glass slippers, reminding me of the sort of fairy tale I was living. If I changed back to normal at midnight, I’d kill him.

Terry

Despite what it may have looked like, Mike wasn’t out of control. I could tell because he’d gone after a long haired girl. By now she was a long haired girl with at least a G-cup bra.

No bra at all was more likely, but what could I say? It’s not like he was going around torturing people. She may have been driven further past her sexual endurance than I was comfortable with, but at least she looked happy. It was Mike’s “It’s about the control” line that had me worried. You didn’t have to be nuts to be a world-class psycho, you just had to think you could run things better than everyone else and Mike … well, he’s pretty smart. Maybe he could. More likely he couldn’t. He didn’t do enough planning, for one thing.

But I think I’d get bored with nothing but big-titted, long-haired, bimbos all over the place. Variety was the spice of life. That’s why Suzy and I marked off Thursday as role-play night. This week was going to be Conan and Red Sonja. She owed be because last week was Titanic, and I hate being Leo.

“Hey. Terry.” Danny Grant leaned up against my locker, obviously waiting for me. Thank god the mike was still unplugged.

“Danny. What’s up?”

“You and Mike. What’s going on, really?”

“Nothing.”

“Bull. You’ve got something in that locker. I’ve been watching for a couple days now and around your locker people … change. I can’t prove it yet, but I will.”

“Danny, come on. A) it’s impossible, and B) we’d have been busted by now.”

“I think you were busted, almost. MacKay overreacted didn’t he? Mike went after his girl, but the freakout was way out of proportion. All this weirdness started with Mike, didn’t it?”

“You’re nuts, Danny.”

“What happened to MacKay?” he challenged. “Guy’s been missing for weeks. You turn him into a worm or something? Mike’s out of the hospital, healed suddenly. It all seems to make sense until you stop and think about it. When you look at it rationally, you can see that bits don’t fit. Miss Jacobs used to be great looking, but shy. The cheerleaders had decent grades last year, most of them.”

“I can’t turn people into worms.” He knew about the cheerleader’s marks. Some of the old Mr. Grant must have slipped through

“Why not? Dee almost went nympho, and her breasts got bigger while we were making out, Terry. A guy doesn’t miss that sort of thing. But here’s where it gets weird: Monica says Mike said something about her breasts growing and you told him to shut up … as if you knew that they really would. Meanwhile, I suddenly find myself feeling up a pair of volleyballs.”

“Nah,” I quipped, stalling. “Softballs at best. Volleyballs would be, like … K-cups or something.”

“Funny,” he said grimly. “I’m not stupid, Terry. I will get to the bottom of this sooner or later, so you might as well just come clean now.”

Yipe. He was just as driven as a high schooler as he was as a Vice Principal. “Seriously. Talk with Suzy and Mike and you’ll see there’s nothing going on. Ask around. This place has always been a little strange. Can I get my books?”

He nodded and moved out of my way, unsatisfied and totally looking like the old Mr. Grant I knew and loved—not.

God damn it. I didn’t want to brain wipe Danny or anything like that. Hell, I didn’t even want to turn him back into the vice principal. Compared to Der Fuhrer, The Vampire was a cake walk to get around so far, and under normal circumstances, Danny’d probably be a great friend. Weird, huh?

Danny

“Talk with Suzy and Mike,” he’d said. Not, “Talk with Mike.” Something really was up, and Suzy was in on it.

I drummed up what I could remember about Suzy. Good looking, but nothing special … or was she? I stood and thought about it for a while the same way I had about Miss Jacobs. Emotionally, I knew Suzy was okay-looking, but when I went over her objectively, she had a face like a L’Oreal girl, a body like a fitness model, breasts like playboy bunny, and legs like a combination dancer-basketball player. I mean those legs just went on forever.

And they did nothing for me. Miss Jacobs looked pretty much the same, but older, a little shorter, and more mature, and she gave me hard-ons that almost needed medical attention. Why didn’t Suzy? The answer lay in whatever the hell Terry had in his locker. The result was, basically, Terry had a girlfriend that should have been an absolute knock-out; and if nothing else, that was truly bizarre. I mean you’d think he’d want to show off a girlfriend that good looking.

I tracked her down in the library to get a better look and, yeah, she looked pretty much the way I remembered: statistically hotter than hell, but I didn’t feel a twinge in my libido.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I walked over. “Hey Suzy, mind if I ask you a question?”

“Sure. Rumour has it that you have one hell of a big cock, Danny,” Suzy said with a wink. “I really like to help out guys with big cocks.”

“Uhm. Yeah.” How the hell did that get spread all over? Was she flirting? Screw that. Suzy was Terry’s girl and whether I was gunning for Terry or not, I liked the guy. “Thank you, but I’m trying to get serious with Dee.”

“She’s a real lucky girl,” said Suzy, after a moment’s thought. The way she said it made it sound genuine, not the usual social grease you find in a conversation with a semi-stranger. “If you could improve one thing about her, what would it be?”

There we go again. A hypothetical question that’s, in all likelihood, not hypothetical.

Suzy waited a while for my response before prompting with, “Me? I’d make her bi.”

“I kind of like her the way she is.”

“Oh come on, Danny. Show some imagination. I’m not going to rat you out. She’s got a great body, but there’s got to be something …? Ever wanted to try her from behind? I stare at her ass all the time in the showers.”

“That’s … too much information.”

“I’m just teasing,” she laughed before switching to all serious. “I’m not even taking gym this semester. You two’d make a cute couple.”

“Thanks.” Go for broke? Go for broke. “What’s in Terry’s locker?”

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“You, Terry, and probably Mike are up to something and it’s centered on Terry’s locker. I think it started with Mike’s locker because Terry doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d do this sort of thing on his own.”

Suzy subliminally confirmed my guess with a “you got that right” snort. However, what she said was, “Do what thing? What are you talking about?”

Suzy wouldn’t be behind this, would she? Mike was out of action for the past month, Terry’s better than this sort of random vandalism, and Suzy I didn’t know at all. She was always the quiet one, if that meant anything other than the ominous, man in tower with sniper rifle connotations. Terry’s locker was really just a guess; Mike had 221-B, right beneath Terry; and Suzy had 223-A. It could be any one of them, but Terry was in on it at the very least.

I clicked my tongue and said, “I’m gonna have to do this the hard way, aren’t I?”

“I guess so, because I have no idea what you are talking about,” Suzy lied.

So be it, I thought, walking away to see if Mike would be more or less reasonable. Now I just had to figure out what the hard way was. Man this would be so much easier if I was the principal. Even the vice principal. I’d lock’em up until they broke and told me everything.

Mike … I’d have to bug Mike later, because when I found him, he was , as usual, busy screwing the hell out of some girl on a cafeteria table. I took a good look at her as I walked past, because she was smoking hot, and then went on my way. Somewhere out there, there would be more hints. More clues to what was really going on.

Gerry Mander

The after class talks with Miss Jacobs were slowly becoming whispered legend among her students because no one talked about them. Guys went in, came out glassy eyed, and wouldn’t admit to what went on even under torture. Still, you could infer a hell of a lot from the looks on their faces: They’d just come home from heaven.

“You wanted to see me, Miss Jacobs?” I asked, stepping into the room and closing the door.

Fuck! She wasn’t alone! Mind you, who she was with was almost as boner-worthy. Alice Champignon was blonde, stacked, and in her dance squad uniform. She was also fingering herself under her skirt. I stopped and stared. What the hell else could I do?

“Sit down, Gerry,” Miss Jacobs commanded and I dropped into the closest seat before I even knew I’d done it. The teacher’s jeans-coated ass swung side to side softly as she wrote on the board. The way she’d bent her back to make the rounded curvature stand out more had to be hurting her back, and she was emphasizing her, uh, feminine wiles, even more than she did in front of a regular class, but Miss Jacobs didn’t seem to mind. She hummed as she concentrated on her work: Transcribing a quadratic equation on the board.

“Math, Miss Jacobs?”

Still writing, she didn’t turn around. “Gerry is going to help us with our next lesson, Alice, but first he has to promise not to tell anyone about the new curriculum.”

She turned around, her fabulous breasts swaying softly as they swung into sight. Compared to Alice, Miss Jacobs wasn’t all that big, but the way they sat—and the way she stood—it didn’t matter one bit. Miss Jacobs could have been flat and I’d still have been hard as steel. “Gerry, Mr. Grant wants me to help the cheerleaders pass math, but when you put them in a regular class they just zone right out. So … I’ve come up with a different approach and I think it’s working—”

“It is, Teacher! Three point one four one five nine two six five—”

“That’s good Alice, but we’re through with rote memorization now. I just wanted to prove to you that you could do it. You aren’t stupid, just easily distracted.”

“Yes, Teacher,” said the cheerleader, raw lust written all over her face. Everybody wanted Miss Jacobs, even the girls. Alice straightened up, some glimmerings of intelligence and confidence in her eyes.

“Wait a second? Whats—” I was cut off by a lap full of busty blonde bimbo and a mouth full of tongue. She ground into me and cooed.

“It’s so nice of you to help me out, Gerry,” she whispered into my ear as she shifted her position, her rounded buttocks playing on my thighs. She leaned back and lifted her leg up and between us in a display of impossible flexibility before placing it back down, straddling me and leaning forward to kiss me again. She pressed so tight that I could feel her swollen nipples even through her school sweater, whatever she had on underneath—if anything—and my shirt.

Then a hand began to work my zipper down. “I have such a hard time concentrating, but Miss Jacobs showed me that all I really need is a stiff cock in my ass. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“Alice, he hasn’t promised yet.”

“I promise,” shot out of my mouth and into Alice’s.

The nympho cheerleader with her hand on my cock twisted around to the teacher. “He promised!” she squealed, her hand stroking me too enthusiastically for me to resist anything she wanted.

Or resist shooting a load into the air.

Instantly blonde hair whipped me in the face as she spun back around. She squeaked, slipped off of me somehow going from straddling me to between my legs in an acrobatic eye-blink and her lips sealed themselves on the head of my cock, lightly sucking and stroking as she bobbed slowly.

I slumped in the chair, but I don’t think I softened a bit as she drank me dry.

“Well now, Alice,” said a dick-melting voice as I tried to reintegrate the rest of the universe into the tongue- and lip-dominated reality my life had become. “What did I tell you about rushing things?”

“Sorry Teacher,” she said around her fingers as she licked her hand clean.

“At least it’s out of the way. Gerry?”

“Yes Teacher?” I babbled.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone? I would get fired for teaching like this, but the school board, they just don’t have a clue about the needs of the modern student.”

“I promise,” I babbled.

Alice squealed again, this time on my cock, and began to bob faster.

“Alice!”

“Yes, Teacher,” the girl sighed. “I’m not allowed to wear him out until the end of class.”

“End of the lesson,” corrected Mistress Jacobs. “I do not teach classes. I teach students.” Concern flashed across her face. “Are you alright, Gerry? You look puzzled.”

“’m fine,” I mumbled, still not all there even without the hands and mouth.

“All right. Lube him up and let’s get started.”

The hands returned, this time sticky with a slick gel. I finally got my head wrapped back around what was happening when the tip of my shaft pressed against something.

“Relax and slide slowly down. Hold on to it carefully. You don’t want to get excited and pull it off accidentally. No cumming until I tell you, so keep it slow, OK?”

“Ngggnhhhuh!” said Alice, trying to force herself onto me.

“Sloooooow,” chided the teacher. “Give her a hand, Gerry.”

Tentatively, I put my hands on her hips.

“That’s right. Lean her forward onto the desk. Goooood. Press it in. Alice, you are not relaxing.”

“So horny, Teacher. Wannit so bad!”

“Enunciate! Speak clearly and watch your grammar. Remember, you are here to learn to focus.”

“Mmmnnnngggg,” moaned the cheerleader, quivering softly as I popped through the opening. Then she wiggled a little. Then a little more. I tried to help out by thrusting, but—

“No! Slow,” demanded the teacher.

Slow it was. Bit by bit more of me entered her. I was ass-fucking a cheerleader. I started to thrust again.

“Gerry!”

I stopped thrusting, but it didn’t matter. I was pretty much all the way in.

“Ok, now sit back. How are you two feeling?”

“Wonderful,” Alice sighed, sounding stoned.

“Pretty weird, but good,” I replied, pulling Alice back with me into the chair so that she could see the board better. Miss Jacobs smiled and I nearly came. My hands drifted up from Alice’s hips, under her shirt, and up towards her full, round breasts.

“Gerry …” Miss Jacobs cautioned. “That’s enough. Save it for when she gets an answer right.”

“Uh. OK.”

“And if you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“Can I fuck him if they are good questions, Teacher?”

“There is no such thing as a bad question, Alice.”

“Yesssss,” she moaned, wriggling her ass and transferring the muscular motion into my anxious cock. I think both our eyes were rolling around in their sockets as she made herself more comfortable, and then Miss Jacobs began to speak.

“As part of the deal, Gerry, you have to help Alice for the rest of the year. Is that all right? I want you two to meet three nights during the week for tutoring and at least four hours on the weekend. You got that? Use condoms if you do anything vaginal and don’t play the field. I don’t want either of you two catching anything, got that?”

“Yes, Teacher,” we said together. Four days a week for five months with a sex crazed cheerleader? Oh yeah! I was all over that!

“OK. Let’s get started.”