The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nicole

“Mike,” yelled a female voice. If it wasn’t a sister or his mom or something like that, I was going to be pissed. I wanted him all to myself for a while. Despite my display in the morning, I really wasn’t up to having an audience or an assistant.

“Mike!” she shouted again. “Some cop came by. They found your car. I left the number on the fridge.”

Rather than doing what I wanted, make a beeline for his bedroom, we made a stop in their kitchen after a detour through the living room. Mike’s mom had to do her secretarial job for some seriously powerful people to be able to afford the TV and stereo system. My dad was loaded and our entertainment room had nothing on Mike’s. Maybe it was priorities. We had a bigger house in a nicer neighbourhood and a pool in the back. The best Mike could say was his neighbour had a trampoline.

Still, the inside of the house was nice. A little too guy for my tastes, but otherwise OK.

The refrigerator Mike pulled his sister’s note from was cheap, though, and decorated with coupon clippings from various stores. Mike wasn’t rich then. Oh well. There was something about him that turned me on anyway, and no way was I going to fuck a guy for his money. I suppressed a little shudder at the idea that I was probably going to have sex with a guy I didn’t know before even the first date, but any girl would, if they met him.

The number was for the desk of one Officer Leslie Howard. I pictured a blonde in blue with big tits and big hair. Mike looked at the note and grinned, probably imagining the same thing. I really had my work cut out for me if I wanted to turn him into a one girl guy and be that one girl.

“They found my car,” Mike said with a grin. “Wait ‘til you see it. One ride around the block and you’ll cream.”

“That’s not hard,” I said, wearing my sexiest smile and playing with the top buttons of my blouse. “I’m ready to go right now. Your mom’s out right? Ever have a girl eat you at the dinner table?”

“Mmmm. No. Sofa’d probably be more comfortable, though.”

“I don’t think I could make it that far. I’ve wanted this all day.” My fingers had already unbuttoned half way down my shirt and were picking up speed. I knew what this looked like because I’d practised in front of the mirror. With every button, my breasts spread my shirt further apart to give him a better look, and I knew I had a nice rack. I liked looking at them and I was a girl. Mike loved looking at them, but then he was a guy.

Maybe a bit too guy, because I really had to work to get him to look at anything else, but with the slow and steady approach, giving him a peek, then a better peek, and finaly an honest-to-god look, I had his eyes popping out of their sockets. They’d started by tracking the fingers, but stopped at the released buttons began to allow my big, round boyfriend stealers to part for more and better cleavage. That had grabbed him, body and soul. He was so mine. He was so mine, and I was going to keep him!

I couldn’t wait until he saw me with nothing but what I had on underneath. It started with just a light hint of green straining over my heavy boobs, but quickly darkened to emerald silk. I had no idea why I’d worn it to school, but it was a good thing I did. You always want to make a good first impression and I wanted … I needed him to come back for seconds. He was going to be mine and no one else’s by the time I was done with him.

The shirt hadn’t even hit the floor before he’d cupped my not-so-little man-traps through their soft, slinky coverings and rubbed his thumbs over the stiffening tips.

“Oh yeah!” shot out as a bimboishly high-pitched squeak. Marian and I watched a couple pornos, once, just to try and understand what guys saw in them and maybe pick up a few hints. What can I say? We were young and too stupid to realize how fake it all was, but as I squirmed and yelped under the influence of his fingers, I sounded just like one of those lust-filled movie sluts.

I should have been embarrassed by my lack of self control, I was supposed to be netting him, not the other way around, but I wasn’t. That’s all it took to put stealing Mike from Lindsay in second place behind just enjoying what he could do to me. None of my other boyfriends had ever fired me up with such a simple touch, so I knew what Mike and I had was special.

“Mmmmm. Keep doing that,” I said, pressing my breasts into his hands as he squeezed them softly, grinding my silky slut-wear into my horny nipples. Whatever made me wear this stuff instead of a normal bra and panties today, maybe it was woman’s intuition, I had to listen to more often if it got me results like this.

I wiggled out of his grasp for a moment, and spun around to give him a really good look at what I had to offer. Looking coyly over my shoulder, I saw Mike’s cock leap into the stratosphere. I think he liked the hint of side-boob and that way my red hair formed a waterfall over slinky green silk and lace and my soft white skin.

Pressing into me from behind, he kissed, licked and nibbled on my neck. I shook my head to cover his head with my flowing locks and totally surround him. Hmm. Time to get a trim. It’s getting long again.

That train of thought was ruined when sparks flew out of my thoroughly groped breasts and ignited everything they touched. “God! You’re soooo good at that,” I moaned, writhing in his grip and grinding my ass into his huge cock. I moaned some more because it really was that good and he hadn’t gone any further than my tits. I knew I had a nice set, but I’d never known how good until they got into the hands of a master. He had my whole body humming.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear.

I know I am, but his saying it made me melt anyway. I was so keyed up today. I was going to fuck Mike and there was nothing anyone could do about it. A meteor could slam into the earth and destroy all life, and I’d still find a way to fuck Mike first. If this wasn’t love at first sight, it was at least serious lust, but I knew we had some sort of deep down connection or I wouldn’t be doing this with a guy I’d just met. I’m no slut.

But he sure made me feel like one. All these things I’d never even thought of before I started fantasizing about them during practice played through my mind. Things I wanted to do to him, ways I wanted to do it. Licking, fingering, toying, teasing, slowly, quickly, hard, soft, over and over again.

He nuzzled the strap off my right shoulder, so I figured it was time to lose the top. My left hand snaked up and slipped the other strap free, and now it was only his hands on my big boobs holding the teddy up. His hands came away, and I turned around so he could marvel in the revelation and … and my tits still provided enough lift and clingy-ness to hold my top almost in place.

The look in his eyes as he stepped back to drink me in said everything, but his mouth felt obligated to contribute. “You look awesome like that.”

He was so fucking mine! And I was so fucking his, so I told him. “I feel awesome. You make me feel awesome!” I tried to shake the emerald eye-catcher down and give him a real up-close look at the perfect tits, but it didn’t drop.

Oh god, I had him wrapped so tight it wasn’t funny. He practically drooled as his eyes rolled back and forth, watching my rack bobble, and I wasn’t even naked yet. I crossed my arms to pull the teddy up and over my head, but he stopped me.

“Don’t. It’ll cover your eyes.”

My eyes? What the fuck! My eyes are way above what he’s staring at! “Well we gotta get it off somehow,” I said, shifting my weight onto one leg and put my hands on my hips expectantly. He got the hint and ran a finger down the top of my right breast to the layer of lace that blocked him from going further. The finger teased under, and then, hooking the finger, he pulled. His left hand joined his right and—

“Oh, don’t you dare!” I started, but I got nowhere before he tore my lacy lingerie down the middle and it dropped off of me.

“Damnit! That stuff’s expensive,” I wanted to shout at him, but for some reason the wanton destruction actually made me flood my panties. All I did was whine, “Miiiike!” as I shook and maybe I came. If I didn’t, whatever it was felt at least as good as any I’d had before, but with a difference: It left me wanting more. Normally I felt all langorous after an orgasm and just wanted to lay there for a while, but whatever this was, it raised the expectations for the next one. That next one didn’t seem so far away.

He’d torn my top off so easily that it had to be cheaper material than I thought; and I had plenty of money, or dad did anyway. Maybe it was always meant to be ripped off my body by a partner drunk with passion. I liked that option better. It made me wet. Er. Wetter.

Sauce for the goose, I thought, or sort-of thought. Actual thinking was a little fuzzy; I acted more on sexual instinct than anything else. My nails ran along his collarbone and down under his tee shirt. I tugged a little and it was easier than it looked. Adding my other hand, I began to rip into his clothing and my heart raced. It was awesome. Animal. Two beings so deep in need that we didn’t care about anything but getting naked.

I growled and licked my lips as I held the two sides of his tee shirt open and stared mindlessly. Mike was a little short but he was ripped.

“Oh my god! Do you live in a gym?” I felt my nipples throb in sympathy with my clit, and wondered if that’s how guys’ dicks felt when they saw a truly awesome girl. They needed to be rubbed against that body. They needed to be licked and sucked on. I’ll be damned if I could think of a way to fuck him with them, but oral was better than nothing. My hands clutching bunches of tattered tee shirt behind his back, I crushed into him and ground my tits against him while my lips prowled around for his, groaning into his mouth when I found it.

His cock was so huge that it had grown up out of his pants and pressed naked into my abdomen. I felt it pulse along with the beat of his heart, and I knew I was going to have so much fun finding ways to make that fit. I ran my tongue against and then between his lips, seeking entry, pretending it was his cock and his lips were me and it felt so good. I never knew a mouth could be so sensitive.

I twisted my tongue around and thrust back and forth, fucking him. The shirt was still in the way, so I dropped it and my fingers dug into his back. My hips rocked in counterpoint to my head, and I felt like I was well on my way to cumming again … from a kiss! I was so hot, so out of my mind, that I could feel his cock plunging into me in time with my tongue’s deep explorations.

Fingers surrounded my ass, almost digging in behind; and just then I would have killed to have been wearing a skirt. His probing stroked along, almost reaching far enough forward to sneak inside me, if the denim hadn’t been in the way. Lingerie and no skirt? What the hell had I been thinking?

Fuck, I felt so good. I wanted to make him feel good, too. It didn’t seem fair that I was about to cum again and he was hard and hungry, pressing into me from groin to belly. I worked in circles against it, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I had to get him in me. I had to reward him for all of the pleasure.

“That was wild,” I breathed when the kiss broke. “It’s like I could feel everything. You are a great kisser! God! I’m all dizzy! I can hardly think straight!”

“Bummer. I don’t want you to be able to think at all.”

You know, having a short boyfriend had some advantages. I nibbled on his lip before replying. “Do that again and I’ll be stupider than the rest of the cheerleaders combined. Whooo!”

I clung to him to help stay on my feet. I needed a time-out to recover or I’d burn out way too soon. There was something completely unnatural about this guy; every thing he did, that we did, just made me melt. His muscular chest crushing my boobs almost flat and his fingers running through my hair seemed to be good as sex. Just being close to him was foreplay.

My hips ground into him once more. I was losing it again already. Time to slow down, make a plan, and try to not look like a disposable slut. Slut’s cool. I could tell he liked sluts, but I needed to find out what Mike wanted so I could give it to him, but in controlled doses. If that’s possible. Could I stop myself if he said, “Fuck me now?”

I wasn’t sure. No, I was lying to myself. I’d be on that cock in an instant, whether it fit or not. I had absolutely no control and that had to change.

OK. He liked boobs, that was a given. He also liked it sorta rough or we wouldn’t have just torn each other’s clothes apart, and he was smart so some talking was probably good. But not just talking or I would lose his interest.

Strip? Nah. I was already half way there. Blowjob kinda precluded talking, but … short of going all the way, it was all I could think of. Well no it wasn’t, but there were so many options, when I really thought about it, that I didn’t know which one to choose.

I backed him into the table, then slipped out of his grip to get some room to play. I needed time. Options. If I just fucked him right off, then I was a slut. That had its appeal, but I wanted to be his regular slut. I wanted to be the girl who had the strings of the hottest guy in school. I had to be the girl who could get her guy to do anything for her, like Marian with that fat kid back in junior high. Except Mike wasn’t fat or a kid. He was an equal.

Trying to keep my eyes on his face, and not the erect giant sticking up out of his pants, I reached down and ….

Zzzzzzip! While I slowly and lovingly kissed him, I pushed his jeans down a bit and my hands locked onto—

“Oh my God, Mike, I need both hands to get around this thing!”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “I think it likes you.”

“I think I like it, but it’s thicker than my arm. I can’t ….”

“Sure you can,” he said reassuringly. I almost believed the lie, but no way. Neil wasn’t half that size and he was a tight fit.

’Course Neil had been the first time, and it’s always supposed to hurt a bit the first time. OK. So fucking was definitely out. Maybe. It felt so good just in my hands. So powerful, and some of that power transferred up my arms and into my heart, setting off another tingling almost-orgasm. My hands pumped on their own, and I leaned forward for another kiss.

“How about you just use your breasts?” Mike asked.

The instant he mentioned it, my heart raced. Somehow Mike knew exactly what I needed before I even knew it myself. I let go of him and my hands shot up to cup my breasts. Giving quiet thanks to whatever angel decided I was worthy of a set this big, I responded, “I dunno. How would you like to feel these babies stroking up and down your cock while I lick and suck it? We’re both plenty big enough!”

“Probably pretty good,” he said with a knowing smile as he tossed me a tube of something. Oil?

The table sucked, and so did the kitchen chairs because the linoleum floor was murder on my knees, so for his comfort and mine we migrated to a sofa just like Mike had suggested in the beginning. That’s where I really got a good sense of scale on what a laughable virgin would likely call his penis. He held it in place so I could get a good start on it and it just seemed to go up forever.

“So,” I asked, massaging his enormous dick through my firm, pillowy, and well-oiled boobs. “Lindsay better at this with those huge tits of hers?”

“No,” he moaned.

Yes! I made him moan! Yes! Yes! Yes! I rewarded him with a faster pace and renewed licking. Mike was phenomenally huge. I’d never done this, never been able to do this with a guy before, I mean it was always just blowjobs and after they felt up my tits. With Mike I could feel myself up, suck him off, and try some of the new ideas I’d been having ever since I met him. What would it be like with a threesome? Could I do that? With Lindsay it’d give me a chance to scope out the competition, but for real? I mean, sure, I’ve wondered about it a few times, but … with Lindsay? Oh God! Mike and Suzy!

I really juiced up. It dampened my thighs and trickled down my legs and I swear I felt something … lapping at my clit. Again. Just like earlier on the way to the gym. How? Who cared? It felt so good! I just pretended it was Suzy and tried to keep my composure. A girl who cums while giving her guy a blowjob—tit-job—just has to be a total slut. The girl how imagines being eaten out by another girl—especially his best friend’s girl—while sucking her guy off, now she has issues.

“Marian didn’t do this for you, did she? She probably just rammed it up between her legs and started fucking. She’s got, like,” lick, “no patience.”

I had to keep my mind off of what was going on down below. I couldn’t let myself cum before he did, at least. “We talked about stuff like that all the time and she could play the long game like a master, but when the mood hit her, shuh sheeee. Oh god. So good. She just …. I’m talking too much.”

“No,” he panted, trying to sit still but not able to stop from thrusting his dick along with my massaging. He was so mine! “Keep going. I need to know more about her if I’m going to pay her back for all the crap she’s dumped on me. You’ve got a great start on making up for leading me on for years.”

“Leading you on for years?” I said, stopping and looking up at him. I know my face had screwed up in disbelief. The mystery mouth vanished and my pussy tried to go looking for it. Dammit! “Mike, before this morning I didn’t even know you existed. Believe me. I’d have been teasing, sure, but—”

Wait a second. If this was just about Mike using me to get to Marian, I was going to kill him. Actually, I was going to have the most amazing night of my life and then I was going to kill him. That way he would know for the rest of eternity what he’d thrown away—just like Marian, that stupid bitch. I wasn’t going to be a tool for anyone, not even a guy who made my heart do flip-flops. Not for a guy who had me acting like a slut, wishing I was a slut.

Maybe not. The look on his face was more shattered than vengeful. Whoops. Note to self. A guy who’s known you for years doesn’t like to be told that he didn’t exist before you started screwing him. Even though I hadn’t started screwing him. It just seemed like a foregone conclusion that I would.

I got the hands and breasts back in action super fast, just in case.

“Mike! Relax. OK. I knew you were there,” I lied, “but I wasn’t targeting you or anything. Marian, maybe, but not me! Look. I will make it up to you. I’ll totally make you forget Marian! I’ll do all the stuff she’d never do for you, and I know it’s a lot because that’s the way she is. I’ll do it all happily, gladly, and whenever you want.”

I sucked on him like a candy, and I thought about that for a moment. Lust at first sight or not, I wasn’t playing with myself in the halls again for anybody. “Well, within reason. Like if it’s sick, disgusting, or painful, I’m not doing it without some serious quid pro quo.

“Anyway, like I was saying, if I’d ever seen you like this, it wouldn’t have been teasing. It would have been for real.” Suddenly it was so clear. Mike was that guy from junior high—the fat kid who Marian had following her around, doing things for her. No wonder he … Oh shit!

Well, whatever he had been, he was way better now. “I always thought all of this,” I tried to pinch some flab on his hip and failed utterly, “was just fat. So if I didn’t lose my virginity five minutes after meeting you the first time, it’s all your fault for dressing like an idiot. If I’d known, we’d have been fucking non-stop since grade eight. Now shut up and enjoy. I’ve got, like, four years to make up for.”

“Whoa, man!” Mike said as we cleaned up a bit after the flood. “I think I finally found my favourite breast size.”

Me, I’m glad he liked them, but I was still in shock. That tasted … awesome! He’d gone stiff and then squirt! And squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt … for a while there I didn’t think he would ever stop. Then I got my first real taste and I didn’t want him to stop. I’d stopped with the bobbing head thing when I realized it wasn’t necessary any more, and good thing, too! My mouth filled up, and cum spurted out because I just couldn’t swallow fast enough. I swear it shot out my ears. It was everywhere!

At first it was great fun, but after I started to choke I couldn’t help but think, This is really pretty gross. Who’s gonna clean up all of this? Not me, that’s for sure!

But the best thing? He stayed hard! I think. Maybe. Maybe I was just out of it longer than I thought, lying there with my head in his lap, dreaming about that monster spreading me wide open and shooting me full of orgasmic fire with every thrust. I could almost feel its largeness just sitting there inside me pulsing with power.

First thing I did when I could was grab hold of his cock and get ready to start again, but this time without any teasing. The objective was to make him cum as fast as possible so I could feel like I’d been sent to heaven again. But this time I’d take a few sips and point him in some other direction so I don’t drown.

Mike had a different idea. He pulled me up onto his lap and into a kiss, me still sticky with his cum and everything, and ground my sopping jeans against is cock. Or maybe I did the grinding. Whoever it was, it was enough. I felt him throbbing, even through my pants, and started hallucinating that he’d somehow buried it all inside me.

I sat on his lap riding an imaginary cock while we kissed and I ran my hands all over his real cock, spreading his sticky precum all over. Something about him even smelled good. I wanted to suck him again so much, but he just wouldn’t let go of my hips. Up and down, he guided me in a dry hump that was anything but dry.

I rocked and twisted and he finally let go, but I was too close. Too close to cumming to stop. Then he touched a breast with his lips and I squealed. Moments after he started licking my nipples, I blew up.

I’m not sure how I got there, and it’s a damned shame because I probably enjoyed the trip a lot, but I woke up again in a bathtub shower just in time to blow up again. This time Mike had me pressed against the wall, his head buried between my legs and his tongue doing things I’d only dreamed of. And my imagination had been bang on! My hands clasped tight in his hair as my pussy trembled, and my hips bucked uncontrollably as I panted and moaned and begged for more.

I got more. Lots more. Even after the shower I felt so deliciously dirty as I towelled myself off. Even if Mike was just using me to get at Marian, it was worth it just for the sex. And it gave me both an in and an out—he needed me and we could still keep things casual. I could pretend that I wasn’t a slut, that I wasn’t stealing Lindsay’s guy.

After, he showed me around the house more. Mike’s sister, a gorgeous strawberry blonde, lay on her bed reading a book. She looked over at me and winked as though she knew what was coming. She’d definitely heard Mike and I going at each other downstairs, and I was still completely naked from the hasty shower.

“Callie,” said Mike, standing behind me with his thick rod nestled between the cheeks of my ass and running up my back under my hair. He had one set of fingers toying with a super swollen nipple while the other set rubbed in circles around my clit, occasionally slipping inside to give me a quick tease. “This is Nicole. She’s a cheerleader. Is she hot or what?”

“Well, she’s got the cutest little tits.”

I was like, “Little?” but then Callie rolled onto her side and I saw that she hadn’t been resting on a pillow. My eyes bugged out. “Wha?”

“Runs in the family,” Mike said. Callie giggled and tossed her head, making her hair glitter.

“Can I have a try when you’re done, Mike?” she asked.

Me? OK, she was hot, but I didn’t swing that way. “Uh. I don’t—”

“That’s what you think,” she said with a knowing smile. “That’s what Lindsay thought, too.”

The way she worded it was kind of eerie, as if she’d magically turned Lindsay bi, but Lindsay had always been a bit curious, right? It’s not like you could just take some girl off the street and turn her into a raving lesbian; that would be impossible. Just like trying to think straight with Mike’s fingers wrecking havoc on my tits and his teeth nibbling on an earlobe. His other hand, though, seemed almost to be holding me in place, spreading my lower lips so that his sister could get a good look.

Callie got up off the bed—an amazing feat, given the size of her boobs—and walked toward me, swaying majestically and then ….

She kissed me. She slid down my body, her huge tits pressing into me the whole way.

I sputtered, “Mike? Mike? Uhm. UhmmmGawd! Remember that quid pro quo thing?”

He sighed. “Sorry, Callie. Maybe later.”

Like, maybe never?

She looked so disappointed that I almost broke down and gave in, but then she sprung to her feet, her breasts seeming to lift her off the ground at their apex.

“Katelyn’s at the club tonight,” she cheerily chirped.

“Uh. Who’s Katelyn?” I asked later, sitting in Mike’s lap—safely locked away in his room away from seductive, huge breasted blondes—slowly working the muscles in my butt and enjoying the feeling of his hard cock sticking up between my legs and pressing through a silk G-string against my pussy. It almost looked like I had a cock. Wouldn’t that be weird? “A singer?”

“Stripper,” Mike replied. “You could say she’s Callie’s girlfriend, but—”

“She the one on the monitor?”

“Yup.”

“Who was that guy?”

“Callie’s boyfriend, Gareth.”

“But I thought ….”

“Callie has wide-ranging interests.”

“I can see that. So what are you doing?”

“Just fixing things up a little. Gareth’s cool. He used to get beer for me and Terry sometimes.”

How? All he was doing was farting around with the computer. Katelyn will fall into serious hardcore fucklust when she meets Gareth. She won’t mind sharing him with Callie, infact, she’ll love it, happily fucking both as often as posible.

“In fact is two words,” I said. “And there are two ‘s’s in possible.”

“D’you mind?”

Suddenly my head swam and my pussy gushed. The screen, the whole world, went fuzzy as I started grinding into his cock, holding it with both hands for extra support.

“Miiiike! Enough playing. I wanna fuck!”

He typed a bit more, then, “Thought you were afraid it wouldn’t fit?”

“Don’t care. It’s just so awesome that I have to try! I need it!”

“Ok, but first I want you to look at something.”

My eyes slowly resolved on the screen. It was easily the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life, but what I saw just about shocked me back to sobriety. Sobriety! That was exactly the right word. I was drunk on sex. I was a sex addict!

I was looking at a picture of— “Marian?”

“Marian. What do you think?”

“She’s hot,” I moaned. Oh God. I was so horny that even chicks looked sexy.

“You’d do her, right?”

“Nnnnnn-maybe.”

“If I asked you to?”

The screen went blurry again. My frantic hip motion went into overdrive.

“Nicole?”

“Fu-fuh-fuck. Please Mike! Please just—”

“You’d fuck her if I asked you to, right?”

“Mike! Yes. Maybe. Want you!”

“What about Suzy? Would you fuck her?”

The blonde angel flashed before my eyes. The hallway repeated itself in the blink of an eye. I screamed and soaked Mike’s lap, arching so hard that the chair flipped and we spilled to the floor.

And I wasn’t hardly done yet. Rolling over, I straddled Mike, trying to pin him to the floor with one hand while I seated myself on him. The sticky panties kept on getting in the way like some sort of chastity belt, but I couldn’t take the time to move them out of the way. I had to bash through them.

His hands closed around my waist; he lifted me up and off of him before I could get any penetration.

“What is wrong with you, you idiot!” I yelled. “God damn it Mike! Be a man and fuck me! Forget about that other bitch and fuck me! I’m here, she isn’t and I don’t give a flying fuck who she is—Marian or Suzy or Lindsay or Joan of fucking Arc—but if you don’t stick that thing in me right fucking now I’m going out that door to find someone who will!”

He tossed me onto the bed; at least it was the right direction, but Mike was just fucking with me. Teasing me. Damn it, I wanted to hit him, but then I would have to go walking to get some. But did I want sex, or sex with Mike? Did I want Mike at all? Sure he made me seriously horny, but ….

So what was this? Him trying to teach me some stupid fucking lesson? Him mooning over Marian, Lindsay, Suzy, or some stripper-bitch I didn’t even know? The only thing I did know was that he didn’t like me trying to take over and put the moves on him. He was a control freak.

Mike had issues, and it was pretty funny because they were the same issues as Marian.

“Is this about me or Marian?” I screamed up at him as he gathered some clothes. “You’re still pissed off at Marian for some stupid reason and I’m just—”

“Yes, I am still pissed at Marian and it’s not stupid. I just spent a month in hell because of her—”

“And you probably deserved it! I bet you did the same things to her that you’re doing to me, asshole! Reel in, push away, reel in, push away, you’re driving me fucking crazy. One minute it’s like you’re in love with me and enjoying it just as much as I am, and the next you’re back to moping about some shit that happened years ago. Give it up. You’re acting like a pussy; like a stupid five year-old.”

“You shut up. I didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Yeah? Well you don’t deserve any of this,” I pointed at my drooling pussy, “either unless you get your act together and stop acting like a baby,” I shot back, trying to force my hand beneath my G-string. Oh shit. That did it. Mike’s face darkened. His eyes looked almost black, and I was definitely not getting laid today. Just what was his fucking problem?

It sucked, but the mood had pretty much passed anyway, so I just continued railing against him to burn the anger off. “Grow up, Mike! Half of the time I’m pissed off at Marian. She’s a bitch. Everybody knows it; they’re just too scared to tell her to her face. They’d stop getting party invites; and if you’re not at Marian’s parties, you’re nobody.

“So what if she had MacKay beat the crap out of you. You want to get revenge on her, you don’t do it by inviting her to a threesome. She’s still fixated on you, and I totally understand why now, so ….”

I thought for a second. What would Marian really hate?

Click! “So we go out on a double date with her and some doofus, we fuck each other absolutely ragged in front of her, and we don’t let her have any. I tell you, the materialistic bitch will go nuts. Absolutely mental.” That was true. Watching Marian in full rage was something to behold, but Mike had seen the aftermath of that first hand.

“You should have seen her after you …” Bingo. I finally figured out how to get him and why things had gotten so out of hand with him and Marian. Now all I had to do was completely poison things so that he’d never go back to the bitch and I could keep him. “I mean if she can’t have you, no one can, and that’s why she sicced MacKay on you. You ditched her so you could have Suzy Prentice’s skinny ass and that’s a fucking mortal insult.”

Marian was almost as good at rage as me and, knowing Marian, Suzy was exactly why Marian had flipped out so badly. Jesus. Mike and Marian were both freaks. They deserved each other, but Mike was going to be mine. Mine and no one else’s.

He was fixated on Marian and Marian was obsessed with him, but I was going to break that into little bits. Fucking a guy so he could get revenge on my best friend and fall in love with me? Actually, that was kind of kinky. Stealing a guy through a revenge fuck? Stranger things had happened. That led to other ideas—refinements of the original plan, really.

My anger began to abate.

No. It transformed. I stretched out on the bed and slowed the savaging I had been giving my sex to a gentle teasing, more to get Mike interested than to get off. Mike could take care of the rest and I knew how I could make him do it.

I smiled wickedly. “Hmmm. How about I call her and pretend you’re fucking me? You know, thinking of ways to fuck with her’s making me kinda horny. Kinda really horny.”

Mike’s dark glower died out almost as fast as mine had. “You know, Nicole, I like the way you think.”

“Izzat all you like?” I asked, sliding across the bed, then rearing up like a snake to close my lips around his mostly flaccid cock. I was a snake. Plotting against a friend, but what the hell? She plotted against everybody. We were all tools to Marian, even her friends.

“I think you like it when I do—MmmmmMmmmmMmmm—this.” He began to stiffen in my mouth. I loved the way it got bigger, stretching my lips. I twirled around onto my back and pulled him on top of me—a hint to eat me out that he picked up on right away, somehow using his tongue to push the silken Great Wall of Pussy out of the way with ease.

But this time I made him pop first! It was awesome. I’d broken through that wall of his and all it had really taken was yelling at him! Yes! I found a hook. On top of his hard-on for revenge, he got super horny for make-up sex!

I lay beside him, snuggled in close but trying to stay away from the cooling pool of cum. How the fuck did he do that, anyway? It was physically impossible for anyone to produce so much, but he was and maybe I could find out.

“God, I’ve never gotten turned on from sucking a guy before,” I cooed, licking his ear and practically tonging his brain. “I think maybe size does matter. I could do that all night, but no way you can, and,” I dropped my pitch real low, “I wanna fuck!”

“Care to bet on that?”

I smiled at him, my best brightest smile. “Oh, no bet. I am going to fuck you.”

“No. Wanna bet that you can’t make me run out. I bet you that I can go all night.”

“I’ll take that bet. What do I win? Your prize is kinda obvious—me—but what about me?”

“Tomorrow night I have to eat you until you pass out screaming.”

“You’re on, tiger.” Yeah, that sounded cliché, but it worked in Spider-man and I was dealing with a nerd. A nerd with the body of a god, but still a nerd. “Either way, I—mmmm whaaa—win!”

“Hey,” Mike groaned during some passionate necking, “about that phone call ….”

“What about it?” I replied, luxuriating in the feeling of his body pressed close and his fingers running through my hair.

“Why pretend?” he asked, pressing me into the bed. His fingers traced their way down my belly to my little tiny G-string.

The world began to blur again.

“Oh yeah,” I growled as he tore the slutty panties off of my wet, quivering cunt.

“Oh yeah.” I repeated, my voice drifting back up into porno-bimbo range again as I reached for the cordless and punched Marian’s number in.

“What’re you waiting for,” he mumbled from between my breasts. “Hit send.”

“Hhhhhmmmm! Get me good and ready first. I want her to hear me cumming.” Like that was going to take long. “I want to make her green with jealousy. I— Are you sure that’s just a finger? It almost feels like you’re fucking me already.”

“You want to make her turn green, huh?” he said, rolling us both over, “OK. You get on top.”

Marian Gerstner

Home schooling was even worse than going to school. There I could at least talk to people. At home I felt like I was in exile. Cut off from everybody and everything. I sighed and read the question over again.

Then my prayers were answered by the ringing phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway. Anyone who had this number was either a telemarketer or someone I wanted to talk to. I needed to talk to someone before I went crazy. Crazier.

“Marian! Hey! You won’t guess who I saw at school today with Lindsay!”

“Nicole! Where’ve you been? I’ve been trying to call you all day! Lindsay came by and …. Her tits were huge! What happ— Lindsay? Who was she with …? Oh please no! She was just kidding, right? Nicole! Oh my god.”

“Calm down, girl. Relax. It’s all good. Uggnhh. So goood! Lindsay’s dating Mike Wagner!”

“Oh God.”

“That’s right. Oh God! Your first’s back out of the hospital and seeing someone else! But not for long. He’s mine now. I’m going to win Mike away from that big-titted bitch girlfriend of his—”

“Big-titted bitch? Lindsay? Mike’s girlfriend? Nic, what’s going on?”

“Oh yeah! Oh! Lindsay … she’s fuckin’ stacked, so I’m putting out to even the odds!”

“In fact,” she said conspiratorially, “I’m about to—Ohhhhhh yesssssss—fuck him right now. Oh God. Oh God. Oh Gaaawwwd! It does fit! Oh God! Mmnnnggg! So full!”

I pulled the phone away from my ears and at it. What the hell? “Mike—my Mike—” Oh fuck. I called him my Mike again. I’m over him. He didn’t want me. I’m over him. “You’re …. You and Lindsay? He shouldn’t even be out of the hospital yet!”

“He’s out and he’s buh-better than ever. All that stuff you said he did? The way you f-felt? That’s nothing! What were you th-thinking, Marian? Sending Doug after him? G-god! You totally threw awaaaaayyy the best thing, evererererrrrr!

“God!” she burst. “I’ve sucked him off five times tonight and he’s still going. He’s made me cum, like, a dozen times and I still want more! Oh fuck. Oh god. I’m gonna cum again.”

“Wait a sec. He really is there with you?”

“Oh yeah! Yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Fuh-fuck me harder.”

“Stop screwing around and answer me, Nic. This isn’t funny!”

“Fill me with that fat cock! Oh baby! Baby, baby, bay-baaayyyyy … Fuck!”

I held the phone away from my head, wincing in pain. I played it safe even after Nic dropped it. Whatever she was sitting on was squeaking like crazy and I could hear her babbling and screaming, every second word “Mike” or “fuck.”

She could really fake an orgasm. Wow. Just listening to her jumping on a bed and pretending turned me on.

Worse. It began to crack open the walls I had been building up, breaking down all of the barriers the shrinks had reinforced with hypnosis and drugs. The bliss of his cock sliding into me, filling me completely and then more, burst through, but I was already wet and ready for him. The Need had resurfaced. “Nic. Please don’t do this to me. I’m over him. I’m trying to forget all about it.”

“Sorry, Marian,” said Mike, and my eyes rolled at the sound of his voice. I shook as I remembered how good he made me feel. How happy I’d been. How much I’d wanted it. How much I wanted more. How much I still wanted more.

“Mike …” I whispered. “Please.”

“You don’t get off that easily.” Beneath the table, my legs spread in anticipation. I couldn’t stop them. His cock, hard and commanding, danced before my eyes and my mouth opened for it. “You’re going to have to watch as I take all of your friends, make them my friends, and give them what you’ve been craving for the past month. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they drop by to visit and give you all the dirty little details of what you’re missing. Then maybe next ti—

“Fuck,” spat Mike. “Hold on. Got a call on the other line.”

Mike

“No Officer Howard,” I said into the phone while typing madly on the laptop I’d balanced on Nicole’s belly.

Why couldn’t I have gotten a hot female cop? The cop’s always sexy and easily moulded into a wild slut in the stories, but nothing ever goes my way. I mean “Leslie Howard.” Fucker got my anticipation way up, then turns out to be a guy. “You will give me the name of the shithead who stole and totalled my car.”

“Oh hey, Mr. Wagner, no problem. The name’s Liberty Walker. If it’s any consolation, you were robbed by one of our top ten.”

“Thanks, Officer Howard. Now forget all about this and destroy the paperwork. I’ll take care of it.”

“Again, no problem. Always a pleasure, Mr. … uh …. Wrong number, I think.”

Liberty Walker. I hung up on the confused cop. Liberty … not for long, asshole. Where you’re going, your ass will be—

No wonder the car didn’t get stripped and abandoned. Any girl who goes for a ride in Mike’s car immediately starts getting horny. The faster the car goes, the hotter the pleasure she feels and the lower her inhibitions. She was probably racing around town having the best time of her life, finger fucking herself madly and trying to get off until she ploughed Donatello into a sign post. Maybe you can get off with a warning.

Nicole twitched and sighed happily as I began to stiffen inside her. Yum. Liberty and Nicole, that is. My sexy little thief just needed a bit of tweaking—tits a little bigger, longer hair and legs …. Oh yeah. It was a rough, quick bit of work, but her super sized knockers made all the difference.

Nix on the warning. An ass like that was made to be heavily used. I didn’t have to fix that up one bit. Face looked Asian, especially the eyes. I think I’ll make those green to match Nic.

The computer started to wave as Nicole began to work her pussy, grinding my hardening cock deeper into her. “Mike,” she whined. “Check your e-mail later. I’m horny. So are you. I can tell. You’re splitting me wide open, and I ….”

I tuned out Nic’s babbling and tried to ignore the circular hip motions so I could get Liberty out of the way before I lost my train of thought. She was going to be my masterpiece. I think I’ll leave Liberty aware of the changes, but not able to do anything about it. Hmmm. Maybe aware of the changes or—

—Every time she tries to steal a car, Liberty gets hornier and increasingly sexually sensitive, her thinking and tastes become sluttier, and her breasts grow half a cup-size larger. Only Mike and Liberty will notice the changes, and no one else will or believe her if she tries to tell or show them.

I shrank her tits back down to a bit over their starting point, made her forget the arrest, and gave her a get out of jail free card. The rest would take care of itself. I couldn’t wait to meet my new car-stealing super-slut in a few days.

Then I pushed the laptop out of the way and felt a path up Nic’s hot body to her bouncing boobs as I thrust into my favourite cheerleader. My hungry little devious minx. Nic’s sexy, twisted brain was exactly what I needed to outwit Suzy and Marian: That feminine touch.

Hmmm. I wonder if Nic likes Chinese and hot cars? Oh yeah. I’m gonna take Liberty and Nic for a ride and watch the fireworks!

Katelyn

Cute but plain described the newbie perfectly. She had the moves, but not the body. Somehow she’d seemed more impressive when I’d interviewed her a week earlier, or maybe I’d just been ruined by Lindsay the night before and now expected huge boobs and long hair. That didn’t bode well. Tony had me review the wannabes because of my background and the fact that I could remain objective, but if I washed out a potential rival, or chased off a great dancer because she just hadn’t grown into her body yet ….

Well I could probably get away with it once or twice. Still, there were guys who got seriously turned on by the clean, Girl Next Door look. Not everyone came to the club looking for trash.

“How’s that?” she asked, finishing a routine that was more ballroom than bump and grind.

“Technically, top notch, but something’s missing,” I replied. I didn’t want to dump on the new kid because she didn’t turn me on, before yesterday girls never turned me on, so I lied a little. “Emotion, I think. That and practice”

“Emotion,” she said with a saucy smirk.

That was what she needed, I thought. A little attitude to distract away from her lack of a body.

Her blonde mane spun outwards and she strutted away, a better than decent ass wagging, then she half turned, smiling magnificently and wow.

She could really turn it on. One moment she was just some ordinary girl I wouldn’t look at twice, and the next, I wanted to press her against the wall and ravish her body. She made Lindsay look like nothing. She made me look like nothing. I wanted. I needed.

I had to kiss her, make love to her, tear what little she wore off her body, suck on the swollen nipples poking through her top, and eat her until she screamed and gushed all over my face. My clit ached with anticipation. What was it with me lately? Ever since I met Mike I’ve felt like I could fuck anything!

“Oh yeah,” I blurted, feeling my heart pound and my blood race. “That’s emotion.” My emotion, mind you, but still emotion. My whole body lit up. I stood and took a step toward her because I had to. I had to taste her. I’d have my fun with her, blow her mind, break her in, and then I’d introduce her to Mike. Together we’d ruin her for all men and women, forever.

“Oh my God,” the blonde goddess mumbled, pointing at me. I traced her finger down my body and— And my skirt tented out in front, lifted from within by a growing, thickening, tingling, erecting … super-sized clitoris.

“Oh my god,” I repeated. Last night’s dreams flashed back, full of their insane surreality. My clit throbbed. A dark, wet spot appeared on the front of the skirt. I caught a whiff of something sweet and instantly my horniness skyrocketed. “Oh my god.”

It was too much for me to handle. As everything went black and I slid to the floor, the new girl, Suzi, said, “Mike is so fucking dead.”

How did she know Mike?

Suzy

Mike is such an idiot, I thought to myself as I pondered exactly what to do with the unconscious stripper lying on my bed. Where does he get all of this stuff?

I snorted in disgust at myself. Nevermind. The answer’s obvious: Anime.

I’ll be the first to admit that he’s smarter than all hell, but Mike’s got zero common sense. You can’t just unleash futa-girls in a strip club; ten or twelve inches of clitoral erection were going to be noticed on a mostly-naked woman. I barely smuggled her out of the club without making a scene by offering to drive her home since she was obviously ill.

Of course I didn’t tell anyone it was the Hentai Flu, just like I hadn’t bothered telling anyone that I was a sweet sixteen walking around in a twenty-three year old body.

A hot twenty-three year old body. I looked it over in the mirror one last time before saying, “Y time, Suzi.”

My face picked up a bit of rounding from the baby fat I normally wore as I dropped the extra seven years and wound up looking more cute than hot. I also had to straighten up because years of slouching to not look so tall and skinny was something Suzi had worked off, but I still had trouble remembering wasn’t an issue anymore. Suzi also had much better hair, the bitch. I couldn’t wait to be her full time.

We had a lot in common, but Katelyn was my opposite number, really. Sort of short and fat most of her life, she really got it under control after high school—and without much help from the Master PC. Mike actually ruined her sporty look with those huge udders.

Mind you, I did sort of like her, clit-dick and all. Here was this seriously hard body, and then came these big, round pillows to soften things up. It’s just that I’d have stopped at something more reasonable like D-cups. Terry was going to be home soon so maybe we could share her before I changed her back.

Mmmmm. No, I cautioned myself, seconds from fixing Katelyn up. More likely he’d flip out.

And speaking of Terry flipping out, I sat down at my computer and shelled into the Master PC computer in Terry’s basement to clean my traces out of the log of commands routed through from Mike’s laptop before he or Matt got a look.

Typical night for Mike, so far. His pet cheerleader had boobs too big for her to dream of standing up, some Asian chick got a mind-fuck and a half and was already two stolen cars closer to becoming a mindless nympho, and he’d redirected a police officer named Leslie without fucking her or giving her huge tits.

What’s up with that? I paged down to Terry’s touch-ups on Danny. Screwing the interfering cop is so cliché that I don’t know how Mike resisted— What the?

Danny will be more open to Mike’s suggestions.

Mike, you prick! I had that under control! Add that to my own little edits, and we’re lucky Terry didn’t notice us crowding around the laptop or Danny’s mind snapping in two as Mike and I batted the poor ex-vice principal’s brain back and forth in his head. I selected the three lines, mine and Mike’s, and deleted them because they’d all be a bit too hard to explain. Danny was out to the picture now, so what was the harm?

But a few dozen keystrokes later, Mike was going to be in for a hell of a shock next time he tried to put one over on over on Mr. Grant. By the time I was done with Mr. Grant, suggestive he was not.

I hit enter, and the displayed subject changed.

Wow. Suggestive didn’t begin to describe the hard-core action on the screen. I stopped and looked at the naked figure of our school’s new band teacher being ridden with a passion by a seriously frenzied woman. Danny’s hands looked like they’d clenched tight on a slender waist, never wishing to let go, and moving up and down and around in time with someone who could only be Miss Jacobs cumming like mad, her body thrashing in ecstasy.

I couldn’t see her, but all the signs of her presence where there. Mr. Grant was mountainously hard and stratospherically erect, his cock waving back and forth as it bent under the influence of a frantic fucking. Friction played with it, pulling the skin up and tight before hammering it back down. He helped, too, driving up into the invisible pussy, his muscles tensing and his veins standing out from the effort as his sweat-slicked body thrust with passion.

Miss Jacobs was getting exactly what she wanted, and I lost myself in the monitor for a while. Holy shit he had a massive dick—bigger than Mike’s even—and, thanks to me, my favourite teacher had no problems living out her wildest, most pornographic fantasies on it.

I was so totally going to fuck Terry when he got here.

I changed the view to get Miss Jacobs onto the screen and watched. She looked like she was in heaven, and not for the first time I found myself wondering if I could talk Terry into a “two guys” type threesome. Having Terry and Danny in me at the same time would be awesome, but he’d never go for it without more prodding that I wanted to risk. Getting Terry to relax a bit was one thing, but ….

Maybe some dick-girl was exactly what I needed. I mean she was a girl, right? I could get two dicks and Terry could still get two girls—

Someone rapped on the door, and I hurriedly changed the “channel” as Terry popped his head into the room. “Hey, Suzy? Uh. Who’s …?”

“Oh, hey Terry,” I said, trying to control my breathing. “That stripper of Mike’s. I was going through the log and he …. Well, I brought her here. You have got to see this. Watch.”

I quickly typed, Katelyn is having an exceptionally erotic dream.

“Watch what? What’s going on?”

“Just watch her.”

The stripper moaned, twisted a little in her sleep and her hands began to bunch up my comforter. Her skirt began to lift in pulsing jolts.

Terry stared for a moment and then theatrically smacked his palm into his forehead. “Mike is such an idiot.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Mmmmmmm! Suzi!” moaned Katelyn, her hands getting into the action and flipping the skirt completely out of the way to manhandle her enormous clit. “Pleeeease!”

Terry just looked at me and rolled his eyes. I just smiled sweetly back.