The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Terry

As we set up the chessboard, it looked like Suzy was still Suzy, more or less. Sure, she had this complete wet-dream body, but I could still talk to her normally. Sort-of. Her playful teasing took on a completely new level of meaning when backed with that hot body everyone but I was used to seeing on her. I’d love for someone to explain this to me: If she’s always been hot enough to melt the ground beneath her feet and burn the air around her, why was she spending her lunch breaks playing chess with the nerd herd? Can anyone give me a logical answer? Please?

I didn’t think so. You poor bastards are just as clueless as me.

“Yeah, that was so cool. And the scene at the end where Captain Avisher snuck off with the Morian Slave Girl, that was funny as hell. Pretty hot too, but I’ll never get used to purple women.”

“I dunno,” I replied. “Purple’s kind of cool. Just think, she could be green or have square ears like Mr. Borque.”

“You kidding? Borque’s dead sexy! And then they replaced him with a droid in The Second Generation. What were they thinking?”

She looked at me over the board as she placed the last few of her pieces just by feel and memory. Whatever Mike had done to her body, he’d left her mind alone. Odd, since Mike had a taste for the busty, blonde, and brainless, I figured he’d have made Suzy over to fit all of his fantasies, not just the long hair and huge breasts.

And perfect ass; cool blue eyes; tight belly; long, well-muscled legs; dainty hands; slender neck; button nose; and … Holy shit. The list just went on and on.

Come to think of it, that list was what I looked for in a girl, and Mike’s customized Suzy had it all covered and threw in all the extras. Yeah, I’m picky, but Mike pretty much just looked for boobs, hair, and pliable stupidity. When we’d swap pics we’d dug up off the internet, Mike was easy to please. He’d choose completely dog-ugly women so long as they had massive knockers and hair down to their asses. The Suzy Mike built was a bit of an anomaly, for Mike, but he hadn’t missed a trick. Suzy had something that would appeal to everyone.

“Huh.” While I’d been staring at her, lost in the stunning blue pools she used for eyes, she’d finished laying out all of my pieces. “Let’s make this game interesting, Terry. If you win, I’ll skip next class and make out with you.”

“Uh … What?” So maybe Mike had done a real number on Suzy’s brain. She’d never skip a class.

“Come on. You’ve done nothing but stare at me non-stop for the last five minutes, Terry. I even put your king in the wrong spot—I move one pawn and it’s ‘mate—and you didn’t notice, so you can’t tell me you’re not interested.”

“Uh …” My heart bounced around in my ribcage like a crazy ball. I would have gone instantly erect, but that’d happened a few minute ago when she bent over to pull the chess set off of the bottom shelf and her skirt pulled up to show—Holy Shit—a piece of rounded heaven. My cock was in shock and I knew that just skipping one class wouldn’t be enough to snap it out, but it would be an awesome start.

“Yeah. OK,” I mumbled, busy tracing the curve of her neck with my eyes. You never get something for nothing, and that certainly includes the ultimate piece of ass, so I blinked and tried to pull my brains back out of my dick. “Uhm, what if you win?”

“You take me out dancing tomorrow night,” she said with a gleaming flash of teeth and a twinkle in her eyes, “and afterwards you make out with me. How does that sound?”

“Sounds kind of win-win to me,” I coughed out. This new Suzy would take a bit of getting used to. I’d probably be working on it for the next several months. Maybe, if I was lucky, I could spend the rest of my life on it.

I checked my notes and put the king back into its proper place. I also had to move a rook. I’m not sure if that was just a hiccup in her memory, a mistake because she hadn’t looked at the board any more than I had, or she had just told me about the king because it was brutally obvious.

“Great!” With that, Suzy got right down to business and royally kicked my ass, despite the lead I’d built up over the past few days. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to the game with that sexy face looking at me over the board, and the rest of the package closed the deal.

I just about choked when one of her breasts knocked over the queen’s bishop, a knight, and my remaining rook when she made her first move, but I threw the game completely when she did her little happy dance after taking a bishop with a knight. It used to be a cute, sort of mocking affectation, but now it had the impact of the strip shows Marian Gerstner used to perform in my dreams. Suzy’s happy dance would be tormenting me all night, but better her than that bitch, Marian.

My eyes didn’t glaze over with lust because they focused on her tiny, pleated skirt bouncing on her perfect, round ass instead. My pupils must have taken up half of my face trying to drink it all in. Holy shit, her calves alone were worth dying for. When she spun around, the skirt flared up and I could see everything. She had my blood pumping so fast that my cock felt swollen to twice Mike’s new size.

Before my heart could burst, she sat down and waited for me to take my turn. I can’t remember for the life of me what I did, but I know it was stupid. I wanted to lose another piece and see the dance again. She leaned over to examine the board before taking her turn, and I saw right down her blouse. When a perky nipple seemed to reach out from her breast and flip her queen over, that was just complete overkill.

I thanked God that I’d had the foresight to jerk off before going to school; otherwise, things would have gotten messy.

Kelly

“But I’m not that old, Mr. Grant,” I protested. “I shouldn’t have this much trouble connecting with them.”

“Connecting with them is fine, Kelly, being one of them is an entirely different kettle of fish. You may be trying too hard. You are trying too hard; the students aren’t taking your authority seriously. For example, you just called me Mr. Grant. You aren’t a student, so you can use my name. And you don’t have to call me ‘Der Furher’ behind my back, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t to my face.”

His monotone killed the attempt at a joke. I watched him without really listening, because when you got right down to it, the students just might be right. He was practically the enemy. I was here to teach, but he was more interested in crowd control.

“You have to admit that you are not professionally dressed, and that is what Miss Astin took exception to.”

He kept his diction crisp and bland, not even making an attempt to inject any emotion. You could replace him with a robot and no one would know. Basically though, he’d just called me a slut. Thanks.

Just like Mary: “You don’t understand what I am trying to do here. Normally she’s such a polite girl. She tried to be nice about it, but I still! She said I looked more like a whore than a teacher! Just because I don’t proscribe to her particular religious beliefs doesn’t make me a whore. I’m trying to fit in! The students need to see me as a friend, as someone they can trust and confide in.

“But calling me a whore?” I said, indignantly as we came out of the stairwell. “A girl like Mary has no idea what prostitution is like, I don’t either, really, but at least I did research the topic in woman’s studies back in university.

“If she’s going to call people whores, she should at least understand what she’s talking about,” I told Mr. Grant, but he was a brick wall.

“Kelly, you are too easy—” My eyes snapped open. If my hands hadn’t been busy closing the classroom door, I would have slapped him, but he continued without pausing. “—on the students.”

Oh. But I could tell what he was thinking, even though he denied it. By dressing the way I did, crop tops and tight jeans or skirts, to at least keep the student’s attention in the classroom, he thought I was a bad influence on the students. I wasn’t! I was trying to be a fun teacher, someone who inspired the students to learn by being one of the gang and helping them—rather than just pushing facts and figures at them, hoping some would stick. I don’t think Mr. Grant liked the students very much.

So what if I dressed up to fit in better? At least I have the boy’s attention. They like me, even if the girls don’t. The girls are just jealous, I realized, and in the catty world of teenaged girls, that was exactly what I wanted! It made me fit in perfectly! I was halfway there! Now all I had to do was win their trust!

I was about to tell Mr. Grant about this realization, but he kept on jawing about the need to maintain control.

“People need a firm hand and direction, Miss Jacobs; that’s your job: to provide that control. You need to control the relationship. Mary Astin wouldn’t have …” Blah blah blah. I tuned him out. Now that is how you fit in with students; you ignore the vice principal.

Still, he was cute. It’d be a lot of fun making him lose control.

Mary Astin

I can’t believe what a school I talked father into sending me to. This can’t be a healthy environment. Catholic school was so … sterile, but this is completely uncontrolled. Sure, it’s Friday and everyone wants to start the weekend, but really!

A tiny little leather belt and Miss Jacobs calls it a skirt? When she bent over you would see her panties … if she wore any! She expected us to just sit there and accept her behaviour? It’s because of women like her and that slut, Marian, that men try to kill each other. It’s not like I want everyone bundled up like in a Muslim dictatorship, but some modesty would be nice.

What happened to people to make them be like that? As I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I prayed that it would never happen to me. I shivered. Maybe even if it did happen to me, how bad could it be? It might be fun. Seriously, walking through school half naked? That’d probably bring in the boys. Maybe I could pretend …

I primped in front of the mirror. The pig tails was just too much, that was it. They make me look like a joke, not like a hot chick on the prowl for a good time. This whole Catholic schoolgirl riff just wasn’t me anymore.

I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. My bra went into my school bag because I’d need it again later when I went home. The skirt’s hopeless, unfortunately. I brooded over that while I put my shirt back on and tied it shut right under my breasts to make them stand out more. That’d catch the boy’s attention. Nothing like a healthy display of boob to grab the interest of a cock.

I checked my purse. Not enough money to get a better skirt for this afternoon, but maybe I could cut a deal. Really all I needed to do was find a store with a male shopkeeper, but I needed the right kind of skirt. Where could I find something that showed off the real me and was run by a g—

Bingo. The Erotic Dreams fantasy store Daddy’s church group has been campaigning against. That’d be perfect! Maybe I could get some training videos while I’m there. I bet the guy who runs the place can give me some tips. I’ll pay him back, no doubt about it.

Terry

“Why do you razz Molly so much, Darren?”

“Because she’s so easy to bug. Dude, she thinks Ranma is too risqué. She’s why I left the Anime club.”

“Left? You got kicked out of the anime club.”

“Eh. That’s just because Molly thinks I swapped the Lodos War tape she had set up with a rip of Overfiend. Old news. I hear you saw Marian Gerster, nude!”

Still too spun out from the chess game with Suzy, thinking normally—that’d be fantasizing intensely—about Marian proved impossible.

“No, man, I just saw her sucking Mike off.” That popped out way too nonchalantly, and Darren just stared at me. I blame it on Suzy. Watching a blow job by Marian just didn’t have the sexual firepower of a game of chess with my new wet-dream queen. She won the bet, by the way. I had to take her out dancing tomorrow night.

That meant I had exactly one day to learn to dance. Good luck, huh?

“Dude! Was she good?”

This time I had more of my wits gathered. “How the hell should I know? She was sucking Mike, not me.”

“So? Did it look good?”

“Mike looked like he was enjoying it, but Mike’d cream over a kiss from Marian. Gimme Suzy anyday.”

“Suzy?” Darren looked at me, incredulous. “Are you kidding? She’s the teenage mutant battle bitch.”

I still couldn’t believe it. Suzy had a body that could burn the cover off a Penthouse magazine, and not even a porn freak like Darren realized it. She was just plain-old-just-north-of-ugly-Suzy to everyone but me. This might sound stupid, but I kind of liked it. It meant I had her all to myself. She was the hottest chick on the planet, and I was the only person who knew it? Fuck yeah! I liked those odds.

“What I’d really like to see, though,” Darren continued, “is Lacey naked and waiting for me in class.”

“Pffft. Lacey … riiiiight. Marian wasn’t naked, Darren.” I lifted Mike’s backpack off his biology text. Mike must have had his copy of Fred and FH in his bag, because the damn thing was heavy. That or he had some extra text books. That was definitely not a Mike thing to do. “Not at first anyway.”

“So? If Marian can suddenly go nuts and screw Mike, then Lacey could show up in biology, buck naked. I’d say the odds are about the same.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Lacey just loves to go to class nude. Why not? In your mind she’s always naked, so why not in reality?”

“Hey, it could happen,” laughed Darren. “NOT!”

“Dude, that was so nineties. We were, like, five when that was hip.”

Lacey

So, I was walking down the hall to biology when suddenly I shivered. It wasn’t an “I’m cold” type of shiver; it was more the type you get when people are talking about you behind your back or something really, really bad is about to happen.

And it did. The bad thing happening, that is.

Too tight. My clothes were too tight. All of them. All of a sudden, nothing fit right. My skirt was too tight, my panties chaffed, my bra dug in, and my shirt was driving me completely crazy. It only took seconds to go from comfortable to scratching like mad and wanting to dash to the washroom to strip naked.

But I didn’t. I stripped in the hall. I couldn’t help it. I just had to get my clothes off.

It wasn’t a sexy, leisurely strip; I frantically tore at my clothes. I just had to get them away from my body before they drove me insane. Rationality aside, I knew I’d be more comfortable nude. That’s mental, I know. Me, the girl who turns red in a bikini, getting completely naked like it was natural for me to walk into biology class with nothing on. I swear, if I could have wiped that goofy smile from my face, I would have been screaming.

It was kinda hot, though. Everyone watched. A lot of guys looked normally, but now everyone looked. I went totally red, and no sooner did I have everything off, than I could think again. Guys, girls, teachers … ick. Even the janitor. Worse, Darren Tyrcho stared at me through the open door, and I could just tell he wanted more than just the T-n-A I had on display. Super ick. Ruben Carter was cute though, and I sure had his attention for a change. Not quite the attention I wanted, but you’d have a hard time telling my renegade body that. It caught on fire.

While I told my legs to run away or at least towards Ruben, they walked calmly into the class, over to my bench and hopped up onto my regular stool. Right beside my perverted lab partner, Darren. Who else would it be? At least my out-of-control body still had the modesty to cross my legs and stay as far away from Darren as possible. I mean Darren could at least have the courtesy to stare at my breasts like everyone else. I can’t believe I took it so calmly, but I guess with the body enjoying it so much, there really wasn’t much for the brain to complain about.

The other girls though … Well, Christine Baker complained first.

“Uh, Lacey?” oozed her usual sweetened venom. “Like, don’t you think maybe you should … you know?”

“No, Christine,” I said saucily, trying to cover for my current state. “I don’t know.” Ohmigod. In desperation, I’d just talked back to Christine—the queen of the jungle gym, mistress of cheerleaders, and goddess of the social order—Baker. I just mouthed off a complete bitch who’d stop at nothing to make my life complete hell. Then to make things worse, I leaned forward, kissed her right on her cherry-red, full lips, and said, “Why don’t you tell me?”

OK, so not only was I naked, but I was showing a lot more backbone than normal—and why not? I was walking around (well, sitting down for now) nude, for crying out loud. Maybe it was because I really didn’t have much left to lose. I mean, really. I was sitting in class completely naked. What was she going to do? Embarrass me? After this, I’d like to see her try. Besides, I always did like her lips; when she showed it, Chris had a very sexy smile.

“Having fun?” asked Mrs Lostiral when she walked into the class from the lab storage room.

“Uhm.” I went red again, for a couple of reasons. Darren shifted his stool over closer, yuck, and Ruben was peering through the window slit in the door, watching me nibbling on the shocked cheerleader’s upper lip. Yum to both Ruben and Chris’s lips. “Uh, yes, actually.”

“Well, that is good to hear,” Mrs Lostiral said blandly. “And I am glad to see that you certainly have no self-esteem problems, but we do have a dress code at here at Hübsches-Mädchen high. One which you have—quite creatively, I must say—violated in spirit, if not in fact. Your skirt is not too short, nor is your blouse too daringly cut, so I suppose a modestly skilled lawyer could successfully plead your case; however, if you would be so good as to leave the room and go to the office? I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not you should dress before you see Mr. Grant.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied meekly and got up.

Ruben was outside still, and he had my clothes. He was a bit clingy when it came to the panties, so I let him keep them in return for Saturday night at Charlie’s. Mr. Grant wouldn’t mind, considering he had much better things to bust me for than going pantiless.

“Uh. I uh saw Chris sort of … uhm, hassling you. I could—”

“Oh puh-lease! I was just naked,” I said, walking past the row of lockers on the way to the stairs. “According to what I hear, Christine and her gang of cheerleader bimbos sucked off the basketball team when they beat Carter. So what can she—”

Ruben stopped dead and looked funny for a moment, and then I realized that he was on the basketball team. Holy faux-p!

“Yeah,” he said dreamily after blinking a few times. “She’s a complete cumslut. I swear she came when I gave her a facial. She’ll suck off anyone, but she can’t resist a winner.”

“You mean that was for real? The cheerleaders have bisexual orgies and everything?”

“Oh. I don’t know about that part. I wasn’t invited to any of those. Christine must reserve the orgies for the football team. Hey, since I’m not going to tonight’s orgy, will you go out with me?”

I froze. “Are you kidding? You actually want to go out with a girl who can’t keep her clothes on for more than two seconds? You better watch out. I’ve already become a nudist; I could become a sex crazed slut next.”

“Kidding? Hell n— Now what’s wrong?”

“Too tight!” I gasped, wrenching my shirt open and sending buttons flying.

Ken Martin

“Melissa? You cold?”

“I’m fine, Ken. Just had this weird feeling. Like … like …” Giggle. “Like, it’s gone now, and now I feel sooo good. How’s my hair?”

Her flowing raven locks were OK, for her. That meant she looked awesome compared to most people, especially on game day where she got to wear her cheerleading—er, dance squad—uniform. Never call Melissa a cheerleader—if you want to live, that is.

“Cheerleaders are sex symbols,” she told me once after I used the “C” word. “I am an artist. See? Small boobs, big brain.”

She didn’t look all that artistic all of a sudden. Her posture had changed, thrusting her breasts out on display, and my girlfriend’s eyes were missing something. Her rapidly expanding pupils had swallowed up the usual twinkle in her blue eyes, but she was smiling broadly. That was a rarity, but she had these incredibly sexy pouts.

“You, ah, look fine Melissa. You sure you’re OK?”

“I feel great! Wonderful! Spec … spectacler? Spec-tac-ular!” she asked, her voice rising in pitch. “Horny! Like, totally horny! Wanna cut class an’ go fuck?”

“What?” That comment pulled my attention off of the way her awesome melons bent the HMH school logo into a pair of stretched, spherical H’s with the M crushed between them. She giggled and her bleached-blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. “Whu-why?”

“’Cuz I’m a Cheerleader Bimbo!” Giggle! “’Cuz my pussy’s gettin’ super wet an’ whatsa pointa being a sex symbol if you don’t get, like, lots an’ lotsa sex?”

Mel made a strange kind of sense, but then she always did. That and her giddy personality (not to mention her spectacularly fit body and voracious sexual appetite) made her worth having around, even if she wasn’t all that bright. Sure, she wasn’t the sort of girl you brought home to mom, but dad liked her as much as I did.

“Think you can wait until class is over?” I asked.

“Oh sure. Ya. I got one, uh, two … Ya! I got two hands, you know.” Her face lit up as an idea filtered through. You could actually see her thinking, when she thought. “Wanna borrow one, Kenny? You know I hate to cum alone.”

She had my zipper down before I even had a chance to respond and then looked over at me, her head tilted and asked, “Like, how’s my hair?”

Christine

So I sat in biology beside that loser Calvin Hanning wondering how I much I could make Lacey pay for trying to show me up, without getting myself kicked out of school or off the dance squad, when I felt this weird shiver. Someone was talking about me behind my back. It was nothing, probably just some jealous bitches whining about me again. Molly O’Reily probably, since I spent part of the weekend showing her now-ex boyfriend what he was missing with a loser like her. Waste of time really, he wasn’t nearly big enough to satisfy me.

I had operation: Lacey Vengeance narrowed down to a couple options, but really, what could I do to embarrass a girl who’d walk into class completely naked, smiling and joking about it? I had to do something, though; my rep was on the line.

That’s the problem about being the most popular girl in the school (and I definitely had that sewn up now that the Gerstner bitch was out of the way), you have to keep fighting because there’s always another girl who wants the title. Best to cut them down before they could get rolling, so Lacey had to go right-fucking-now.

Anyway, I had it narrowed down to a couple of options when Mrs Loser-all announced that we had a, yawn, celebrity in our midst. My nerd lab partner, Calvin won some sort of national science prize.

My mouth just started to water.

“Calvin …” I moaned. I actually moaned. I never moan. I make guys moan. That’s what makes it so fun, their brains going all mushy. It’s a control thing.

But visions of Calvin, hard and thrusting into my mouth (Where did these come from? Like I knew what his dick looked like) danced in front of my eyes, teasing me relentlessly.

“Calvin, how would you like a reward?” I had to. I fuckin’ had to. The little brainiac would taste so good pumping white goodness into my mouth. Science award, nothing. He was going to win the “Made Christine Baker have a screaming orgasm” award. God, the way I felt, maybe he’d earn two or three. Thank God he was so light. I lifted him off his stool, laid him on the table, and started to tear into those fucking stupid suspenders he wore.

“Holy shit!” someone yelled and I felt someone grab my arm, but I jerked it free. Terry de Havilland, the dumb fucker, was actually trying to stop me. What happened to his buddy, Mike, was nothing compared to what I could have done. “Fuck off, Terry. He’s mine. You know I only do winners, so you just fuck right off.”

But Terry was there? And so were a bunch of other people and … oh fuck! I was still in class! Nerdy Calvin lay pinned to the table, held in place by one of my hands while the other returned to ripping his pants off. Calvin?

I looked down at the table. My little science prize winner had squirmed out of my grip and fell to the floor.

“You little fuck!” I screamed, pulling myself out of Terry’s grip again, but this time Dexter helped him out.

“You stupid fucks!” I fought against Dex, but he wasn’t the same sort of pantywaist as Terry. Dex was more my style: Big and meaty. I tried to fuck him once, but he wouldn’t play along, the idiot’s probably a fag or something. Calvin scrambled, crab-walking across the floor, that prize winning dick bobbing between his legs. “Let me have him! I’ll have that flaccid piece of shit between his legs looking like a winner in no time! Please let go! I’ll suck you off next, Dex! Please!”

I fought against the muscle-bound jackass; he shouldn’t have been in this class anyway. Biology was for nerds—except for me, of course—and jock didn’t come close to describing Dexter. In fact—omigod—Dex was the reigning weightlifting champ.

“Oh, screw Calvin!” I yelled, wrapping around the jackpot. “I’ll blow you later, so don’t you take off, you runt.

“Hey, Mr. Power Lifting Champ,” I said pressing into my new target. “I’ll blow your mind right now. I bet you have something big and muscular for me in those pants.”

Terry

We got her calmed down eventually. Actually, when she got Dexter’s pants open she started to have and asthma fit. Too much excitement for her I guess. Or maybe it was her reaction to remembering that Suzy and I were the school’s chess champions. Hard to say, but man, Mike has a fucked up sense of humour.

Christine, Lacey, Suzy, Marian, and God knows what other girls he’d messed up. Mike really got around with his super powers before Doug took him out.

The class had been pretty much permanently disrupted, so Mrs. Lostiral gave up, turned the whole mess over to Der Fuhrer, and called it a day. We’d pay for it later though. She never forgave or forgot, so Monday’s homework was going to be brutal.

On the way back to my locker, I got an evil look from Der Fuhrer. “Trouble seems to be following you around today, de Havilland.”

Not much I could say to that, so I didn’t say anything. I just got out of his way while the getting was good and met up with a broadly grinning Darren back at my locker.

“Don’t say it, Darren.”

“Not going to say a thing, but you should have let Chris at Nerdly. Probably the closest he’ll ever get to a real woman.”

“Yeah. The head cheerleader and the number one brain really should get together,” I said, dripping sarcasm. “They’d make a great couple—add them both together and you’d get two normal people.”

“I can see it now,” joked Darren as we reached my—Mike’s really—locker. “Chris and Calvin, the devoted prom king and queen, live happily ever after in a haze of love and passionate sex. You know who I want to see in total fuck-lust, though.”

“Lacey.”

“Bingo. Terry, she came to class naked. Just like we wanted.”

“Just like you wanted. Forget about it Darren.” No way was I going to let an idiot like Darren know about Mike.

“Forget? You have any idea how much I’d give to see that?”

“Again?”

“Again? Hell, just once.”

I looked at him cockeyed and spoke my mind. “You’re a freak, Darren.”

“I’m a freak in love, dude. Lacey’s just so …” His face screwed up completely. “She’s so quiet and cute. How could anyone not lose their heart?”

“Oh puh-lease!” said Suzy, sidling up and reigniting the stick of dynamite in my pants.

I swear, before the end of today, I’m going to look at her Mike-built body for too long and cum in my pants.

“Give it up Darren,” Suzy continued. “Grant caught her and Ruben going at it like animals in the main stairwell half an hour ago. Lacey’s a total slut. She’d do you in front of an audience if you just asked her nicely. She’d do anyone if they asked nicely.”

“She’s just a little wild, Suzy,” protested Darren. “And need I remind you how you spent the morning?”

“Oh, that was just Mike. We all take turns with Mike.”

“I thought you really didn’t like Mike, Suzy?” I asked her.

“Like has nothing to so with it,” she said resignedly. “I accidentally walked in on him and Marian, and Bam! No girl can resist that cock of his. It’s totally unfair the way he takes advantage of us, but that’s life.”

She winked at me and grinned. “At least it’s fun.”

OK, well I guess that explained that. She walked in and got caught in the trap Mike’d laid for Marian. Mike did something to his cock, I’d already seen that, and I guess he figured that if Suzy was going to throw herself at him, he might as well make her worth his time. I had no idea what he’d done to Lacey, but obviously Mike had been on a tear before Doug caught up with him.

“Ooooh!” sighed Darren. “Lacey at five o’clock. God, I love that girl. Catch you later, Terry.”

I looked over at the topless girl striding through the hallway, waved off Darren, swapped what I had for the stuff I needed for the last period, and then I saw something that gave me the first inklings that all of the weird shit wasn’t entirely Mike’s legacy.

“Why’d we take so long to realize this, Calvin?”

“I-I don’t know, Christine. I always thought it’s just—” The duo clenched in a grip so tight that the Jaws of Life would be unable to separate them and the conversation disappeared into gasps and moans.

“I’ll see you after class, Christine.”

“Chris.” She laid a scorching kiss on him. “Oh! Hey, like, me an’ the Cheerleaders are having an orgy with the football team after school. You wanna … cum?”

The way she said that made absolutely no pretensions about what variant of “cum” she meant. Even Calvin didn’t miss the significance. He nodded his head furiously.

“I swear,” said Suzy, turning to follow the departing duo with her eyes. I couldn’t tell for sure if she was disgusted by the display or not. I think she was being sarcastic, but Suzy can be pretty deadpan at times. “Some of the girls in this school are complete sluts.”

“Yeah,” I replied, staring at the curvaceous ass making itself known even under Suzy’s skirt. “But, man, are they good looking!”

Jenny Smith

I was short, fat, and doomed to a life of dull misery. Exciting misery I could live with, at least it would be interesting and short. The only time I got any interest at all was like right now. The fabulous Barry Triplets needed tutoring in English, so I sat, a dumpy round lump in slacks and a baggy sweater, in the library trying to pound concepts that should have been learned in elementary school into the heads of a trio of seniors.

I wasn’t that cold, but then it wasn’t that sort of shiver. It was more the sort of “mystery shiver” people get and then some superstitious idiot says people must be talking about you behind your back. Ha! I should be that lucky.

It could have been a chill, though. Actually, it should have been a chill. I really wasn’t wearing much, even for a complete slut like me. Super short shorts that would make Daisy Duke blush and a top that violated the dress code something awful even though the top didn’t cut low. No, the collar of my shirt was fine, what the administration took exception to was the lack of a decently low bottom to the shirt. Well excuse me! I like my reverse cleavage. Little Miss Mary “The God Pusher” Astin didn’t exactly fit the dress code today either—and don’t get me started on Lacey.

OK, Now that I realized it, I was cold. It’s not my fault I have an amazing body with practically no insulating fat. Well partly it is. I work hard keeping my body up to spec, and most of the time it’s a good thing, but right now, I was freezing! And on fire. The ol’ furnace between my legs was on full boil and it wouldn’t be too long before the English lesson shifted over to Math. Jenny has three orifices, so how many cocks can she take at once? The answer’s five actually. Maybe six, but I’d have a real hard time getting someone off with my feet if I had a cock up my ass.

Right now I’d have to stop at three, though. Insufficient resources to get a real workout.

“Jen? You cold?” asked Rob Barry.

“Yes,” I cooed, putting a hand on his hand and pulling it to my thigh. “Warm me up, baby.” Pretty forward of me, I admit, but I didn’t care. I mean, why not? It’s last period, so the library is dead. Anyone not in class has bailed already, and the old bat of a librarian is lost in an orgy of book-sorting. Why not snuggle up? So what if his brothers are across the table; I mean, they’re identical! I’ve been tutoring them for three years and I still can’t tell them apart reliably.

They winked at each other, having one of those little telepathic conversations that they always denied having and the next thing you know, my itty-bitty wardrobe was on the floor and I was on the table proving, once again, that the Hübsches-Mädchen High library had the strongest tables in the district. And I know because I do a lot of tutoring these days.

Mary

This was just so much better, I thought, looking at the curve of my ass plainly on display under a completely different sort of Catholic Schoolgirl skirt. Dwayne liked it, he really liked it, and he really liked fucking me in it. He didn’t like the condom, though, but tough. I’m not going to be a teenaged mother or AIDS victim. No way.

Hum, I really have to start looking after my body now that it’s my university fund.

Nobody could say no to this, nut I couldn’t afford to waste it. Not a chance. No more waiting on Daddy to get my allowance, now I could find my own daddies—

Ooooh that was a pleasant shiver. I looked at the vision of hotness staring back at me from the mirror and pinched a nipple. It and its twin hardened up quickly and went on display. I had to smile at that. Not only would it really interest guys, but looking at it made me want to do myself. Slipping a finger into the moist hole between my legs, I recalled the look on Dwayne’s face when I offered an alternative to cash or credit when I paid for my new clothes. Now I could see what he’d been looking at and I approved of his choice. Maybe he wasn’t a completely cock-driven moron, because if I had a cock, it’d get stiff just from looking at me too.

In and out and around went the finger. It wasn’t a cock, and it wasn’t paid work, but I didn’t care. I just needed it bad. I wasn’t thinking about completely about money this time, I was also thinking about wriggling on a fat cock and adding horny slut to my business card.

I think I missed half a class, sitting between two sinks and playing with myself. I’d just thought of another bit of fun and a great way to get allowance from daddy that really had my blood pumping, when Lacey—the sure bet for Hübsches-Mädchen’s Miss Sunshine—burst in, half naked, flushed, and looking incredibly hot. I’d give her a discount anytime. The guy chasing her, though, he’d have to pay full price. I didn’t know him from Adam, but you know, there is a lot to be said from giving a free sample now and then.

“Please, Lacey? I just want to help!” said they guy, blind love evident on his face. Blind, no kidding. I was getting myself off right beside him and the stupid bastard only had eyes for Lacey, but I could fix that fas—

Ouch!

Lacey

“Please, Lacey? I just want to help!”

Oh god. I was going to screw him again. I knew it I … I wasn’t super horny this time. Maybe it’d passed, whatever it was. Maybe … I was back to normal! Darren doubled over as my knee caught him in the groin.

Gosh. I didn’t think I hit him that hard, but he rolled around on the girl’s washroom floor, moaning. Relieved, I dashed out of the washroom and into the hall. I could face other people again! Some of them anyway. I’d probably have to change schools, but they’d find out fast. I’d have to get home schooling if I couldn’t go into a classroom without stripping. I couldn’t do much of anything, not that I thought that much about it. As soon as I covered myself up, I just panicked and tore my clothes off.

I tried to piece together what had happened. I’d been on my way to Mr. Grant’s office with Ruben when suddenly I just … I dragged Ruben out of the way and tried to rape him! I would have if not for Mr. Grant. He sent me home for the day, and I went to get my stuff from my locker. Darren held a door for me, I said thank you, he said something else that ended with please, and the next thing I remember clearly was pulling my skirt back down and thanking him again. As the fog cleared, I realized what I’d done and took off.

I mean, going to class naked, that was a whole different world. Screwing a guy in the stairwell with a dozen people watching … Screwing? No way! I’d just fucked the brains out of the most repellent guy in the school, I’d thanked him, and I’d meant it. Seriously, I’d loved it. I still loved it. I wanted to do it again, maybe even with Darren. With Ruben, sure, that’s a no-brainer, but after it got around that I’d fucked his cousin, he’d never touch me again.

The only things keeping me from throwing up right then were the aftershocks. I still wanted more—oh God, did I ever—but I had it under control. When Ruben dropped by to watch TV later, he was going to get sooo lucky.

Not as lucky as Darren, though.

I leaned up against a locker and caught my breath. What was wrong with me?

“Hey, Lacey,” asked a tenth grader. “Can I fuck you?”

He had a posse with him, the little show-off. I turned to yell at him for being so rude, but I felt it start this time. As my temperature rose, I tried to think rationally. Tried to categorize what went on, so I could see a doctor and get it fixed. The prickling between my thighs became intense and a weird sort of awareness washed over me.

“You’ll have to say please,” I replied, coyly. Omigod! It wasn’t over. It was just as bad as ever. My body turned on, turned up the heat, and turned all the way around, slapping up a sexy smile. Maybe … maybe I needed an audience? I mean, I got really turned on walking around topless with guys staring, so maybe—

“Please?” the junior asked. Smiling just as sweetly as I was, he got into things. “Please let me fuck you, Lacey.”

“No!” I screamed in my mind, knowing full well that I didn’t really mean it. I had to have him. I needed to have sex too much to ever say no and really mean it.

So, “All you had to do was ask politely,” was what I said as I lifted my skirt and bent over, one hand pressing firmly against a locker. The other hand reached back and lifted my skirt up. The kid’s jaw dropped as I waved my bare ass at him.

Stunned, the grade-tenner stared. “Come on, kid! Didn’t mommy ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?” So much for him being polite. Drooling in anticipation, I spun back around and pushed him up against the far wall, scattering his friends.

“Watch closely, boys. I’m gonna teach him some manners. And a few other things.”

Now he got it, and our tongues met inside his mouth. My lover was disappointingly short, about the same height as me and I wasn’t tall, but that’s OK for girls. Being short just made me cuter, but I really like tall guys, like Ruben. The midget I was sliding down, on my way to get his pants off, felt like he’d be just tall enough where it mattered. He’d do the business, but not much more. That cock would soon be in me, small or not, and I’d find a way to make it work. Then, maybe, I’d find out if any of his friends were better equipped. All they had to do was ask nicely.

Once I had his pants around his knees, I pushed him to the ground and looked. Just as disappointing as I thought, but at least he’d gotten hard fast. I spread my legs and hunkered down, grabbing his cock and pushing him into me while I tried to kiss him. You know, he’s pretty small. Maybe I could take him in my ass. I hadn’t tried that, and it sure sounded good. But first …

“Come on,” I said after lifting up and having him pop out. “This isn’t working. Go deeper. Spread your legs out a bit, so I can get more of you in. Neither of us are going to be able—”

“Shut up!” I screamed at his friends. “Stop laughing, you jerks, and get some manners. You’re bothering him.” My lover wilted. What would I do?

“Don’t you dare go soft!” I hissed as I re-seated his equipment. “Concentrate! It’s not polite to leave me like this, so that thing’s going to stay hard and fit. You got that?”

Ooooh! That was much better. I slid downwards; feeling my opening stretching around his renewing erection. All he needed was a bit of inspiration and now—

“Nnnnnng! Yeeessssss! It … It fits perfectly!”

—Now he had me filled up. I felt inch upon throbbing inch push into me when I sunk back down. It should have hurt, or something, because I’d only lost my virginity a few minutes ago with that loser Darren, but it fit! And now I had more than enough to bounce on like a wild woman. His buddies were about to get a real show!

“Yessss! Oh Yesss!”

“Hey!” yelled Darren, and I felt hands pulling me off the junior.

Oh God! Not Darren again. All he had to do was say the word and I knew I’d screw him again. The state I was in, it didn’t matter who I did. I felt so … empty. I needed it bad, so the hand that had been peeling the polite-but-not-so-polite kid’s shirt off began wiggling under my skirt.

“D-Darren! Please! Let go! Someone help! I need it!”

Daren gazed at me with a tenderness in his eyes that replaced the usual complete and sickening lust. If I wasn’t so horny, it might have been cute. I looked back at the kid I’d been making out with. He and all his friends stared at the kid’s beautifully huge dick. Totally awesome and a perfect fit. I’d do him any time, even if I could control myself. Yesterday—this morning even—If you’d suggested I’d do a grade ten, I’d have laughed. But now I wanted to get laid too much to care much about thinking.

Darren’s eyes followed mine, and his jaw dropped, but the porn freak recovered fast. “That’s not much. Mine’s better.”

Sure, Darren, as if! “Hello? Darren? Let go?”

He did, so I dropped to my knees and got ready to recapture the kid’s interest. It wouldn’t be too hard. I grabbed hold, began to stroke and—

“Lacy, no!” shouted Darren, grabbing me again and pulling on my arm. “Baby, I love you. Please! We were made for each other!”

I let the cock drop out of my mouth as a wave of butterflies and nausea hit my stomach at the same time. Darren, the perfect guy, was right behind me and here I was sucking off some stupid junior. What the hell was wrong with me today?

“Hey,” said the kid as I let go and spun around and into Darren’s arms. “Hey! I was doing Lacey, jerk. It’s my turn. You got her already!”

My body and mind went to war. It was his turn, so I owed him at least a blowjob, but Darren was here! “Ooooh! Darren.

“Mnnnnngh! God, what’s wrong with me?” My head spun and I didn’t know what to do. I needed Darren so bad, but it was the other kid’s turn. Oh, God. I started to turn around.

“Shut the fuck up and take off, kid. You and your friends forget you ever even met Lacey. She’s my girl. If she’s doing anyone, it’s me!”

“Oh my God. Darren, what’s wrong with me?” I asked, twisting the ring he’d given me on my birthday. “I didn’t mean it! I was just so … so …” I broke down into tears.

“It’s all right, baby. Everything’s OK. We’re both going to forget it happened, OK?”

I shook my head and blinked away tears. I’d been crying again. From joy probably, Darren and I’d just lost our virginity together! Weird that we’d done it at school, though, but making love in front of an audience … Oooh! I got wetter just thinking about it!

I turned around and melted. Oooooh! Darren! Of course I was wet!

“Daaaarren …” I sighed. “Would you please walk me home? This has been a really crazy day and there’s nothing like your big, thick cock to help me forget.”

“Oh!” His hands gripped my hips under my skirt and lifted me up to where he could feast on my breasts. I just loved it when he did that! His hands slid up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms encircled his neck, pulling his head in closer.

Totally in love with a porno freak. At least his taste in movies was educational; I knew exactly what he wanted and how to give it. Mmmmm. Lost in love and I wouldn’t have it any other wa—

“OOoooOOoh! Oh! Sorry, Miss Jacobs,” I moaned, the cold of the locker door pressing against my back and the eyes of the teacher reminding me that we were making out at school, again; and I’d lost my top somewhere, again. I’d never had Miss Jacobs—as a teacher, I mean—but I’d seen her around. She was nice, practically one of us, and almost as much of an exhibitionist as I was. But she had the body to carry it off, big time. Kind of looked like Kelly Adams, that porn star teacher from that movie that Darren, Terry, and I liked so much. That made it really funny that she looked so shocked at Darren and me.

“C’mon, Miss Jacobs,” I panted, squirming as Darren’s fingers probed my ass. “Ah! Fuck! So good! Want it so bad!”

Whoops! I thought as the teacher ducked back into her room, and the door closed with a click. Scared her away. Too bad. I was really getting into it, but now … now I wanted to fuck Darren senseless while watching a porno.

“Do you know where my shirt is? Darren? It looks cold outside.”