The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Tara! No!” I yelled, surprised, “Not this way, and not today. You’re saving yourself for marriage, remember? Jeez, for a virgin, you’re one horny chick, you know? Now let’s try that again, only make sure we put everything in its proper place. After all, what’s a hot-dog without a bun?” I pressed my cock at the entrance to her asshole, and shoved a little. She was still relaxed from earlier in the afternoon, so entry was easy. We waited a while for her to get accustomed to my cock in her rectum and then I started pumping. After five minutes, I noticed something amazing- I hadn’t cum! It felt great, make no mistake, but I was able to control the sensation in my cock to delay ejaculation. Tara was getting visibly turned on. Her skin flushed a deep red, and then purple, and then she was trembling and her asshole started spasming and gripping my cock like a vise. I gave three more thrusts against this heavenly pressure and then came, hosing her cavity down. It went on for what seemed like hours, and then as fast as I had become hard, I went limp while still lodged deep within her ass.

I fell back with a sigh, pulling my sensitive cock free. Tara sat down next to me, and put her arms around my neck and kissed me fiercely. “There! That should help you forget that shameless hussy Kelly Branford!” Looking at Tara’s flashing green eyes, I decided not to mention that shameless was a label that just might apply to her too.

We washed up again, and then got dressed because her mom was going to be home soon. Then I went home and slept the deep sleep of someone who had just ejaculated enough semen to fill a cereal bowl (at least it felt like I had, anyway).

When I woke up, the school day was almost half over. I went in, using Persuasion to make sure I didn’t get in any trouble. The lunch bell rang just as I sauntered into my fourth-period class, so I sauntered right back out and made my way into the cafeteria. I sat with a bunch of guys that lived near me. Some of them had been recipients of my beneficence, getting the chance to have a close-up look at a neighbor girl or two.

I ate mostly in silence, but laughed at the typical dirty jokes and rumors about which girl had let which senior feel her up, and how some cheerleader from another school had forgotten to wear panties at a football game, an unlikely story if I’ve ever heard one. My mind was elsewhere. To be exact, it was one-half of the way down a line drawn between Tara Dawson’s and Kelly Branford’s houses. I looked around me to try to glimpse either of them.

Kelly was a few tables over, looking at me with adoration. The sight of her face clinched it for me. Tara was beautiful and wild, but I had loved Kelly since I was in third grade. But wait! At the next table, Tara was eating a popsicle, twirling it in and out of her mouth in a lewd parody of cocksucking while looking straight at me. Oh! to be that popsicle! I knew then that Tara was the one for me, sexy, uninhibited, and that body- it kept me up the night before in more ways than one!

I got up to walk over to Tara, but saw that Kelly had noticed my looking at Tara. Kelly looked over to where Tara was giving head to the popsicle and then flushed bright red. In that moment, she knew what had happened the night before. She looked back at me, and a tear welled up in each eye, spilling over to roll down her beautiful face. No, I told myself, it’s got to be Kelly. Look how much the girl loves me. I changed course and walked to where Kelly was sitting.

Tara intercepted me halfway holding a plastic juice cup. “Carl,” she whispered, “I want you to do me a favor. Could you go into the boy’s room and fill this cup with cum? I’m so hungry, and I need some gravy for my mashed potatoes.” Yikes! My cock turned into an instant mega-boner. I couldn’t believe she wanted to eat my cum right there in front of everybody. Kelly? Who was Kelly? Tara, the lovely cocksuckstress was the only girl in school, as far as I was concerned.

“OK, uh, yeah,” I stammered, clutching my tray like it was my only salvation. “But what about, you know, Kelly? She, I mean you, I mean—?

She interrupted, stamping her foot once on the cafeteria floor, “Oh, all right, Carl. I can see that you’re totally incapable of making a choice. I’ve done everything but suck your cock right here in front of the school, and you still don’t know which of us you want. Come on!” She dragged me by the arm over to where Kelly was sitting alone.

She pushed me down and took the seat next to Kelly. Then she leaned over and whispered something in Kelly’s ear. Kelly’s eyes flew wide open, and she flushed bright red. Then she looked over at Tara and started giggling. Then they both started giggling and sneaking looks at me, which started even more giggling and whispering.

Pretty soon, I couldn’t take any more. “Hey!” I shouted, “could somebody let me in on the joke?” They looked at me, looked back at each other, and then started one more round of giggling. I tried my best to be patient, but it was getting to me, you know? “All right, you two have had enough fun. Come on, tell me what you’re whispering about.”

Tara snorted, “Kelly and I were just deciding on a new nickname for you, Carl. We think from now on, we’re going to call you -Speedy.’? They laughed out loud this time.

“Hey! I’m getting better. It takes time to learn self-control, you know.”

Kelly looked at me, “Well, I didn’t know you had any other teachers, Carl, but Tara seems nice. Since you can’t seem to choose between us, I think the two of us will have to team up together show you a thing or two. Why don’t you come over to my house after school? My mom will be at my little brother’s soccer game, and my dad is joining her there. It’ll probably last until after nine, so we’ll have plenty of time to help you -practice,’ right Tara?” Tara winked in reply.

“Uh, ok. I’ll meet you at the busses.” If I thought I had a boner before, I was wrong. My cock was standing straight up, making a huge pup-tent of my pants. I choked down my lunch while the two of them giggled some more. I excused myself, and then used the empty try to hide my boner as I edged out of the cafeteria. The next four hours were a blur. I barely remember using Persuasion to convince my math teacher that I had aced a test, and then rushing to the busses after the dismissal bell rang. On the way home, I sat between Kelly and Tara, who took turns “accidentally” grabbing at my crotch and rubbing their breasts against my arms. By the time we arrived at Kelly’s house, I was a wreck.

“Hi Mom! I’m home!” Kelly called as we walked in the door. Her mom appeared, dragging Aaron behind her in his soccer outfit. “This is Tara Dawson, Mom, and you know Carl, of course. We’re going to study for the big math test together.” Her mother got us some snacks and then we clambered up to Kelly’s room as we heard the car pull out of the driveway.

“Alone at last,” Tara said, pulling off her top. “Come on, Kelly! You can’t show me anything I don’t have or Carl hasn’t seen.” Pretty soon, they were both naked. Kelly’s breasts were slightly bigger, but Tara’s were the most perfectly formed I had ever seen, and her ass was just a tad firmer. Tara was a gymnast, and the shear quantity of exercise the squad did kept her entire body lithe and tight. Kelly was a cheerleader, and they were no slackers either. Her body was curvier, but there was no fat to be found on it. Both of them had long coltish legs, and tiny pussies just barely covered with soft fuzz.

I had been so engrossed with watching the two of them strip and then enjoying the sight of their beautiful young bodies that I had stood there like an idiot staring. Tara kicked her last sock off and came toward me. Breathing heavily, she unbuckled my belt. Kelly took her cue from Tara and started pulling my shirt over my head. Pretty soon, I was naked as a jaybird, and sporting a massive erection. I was hoping these girls knew that if they so much as breathed on it, there was going to be goo flying!

“Close your eyes, Carl. We’re going to play a little game.” Tara said to me. I complied, reluctantly. Not looking at the two hot tramps in front of me would be difficult. “Now, one of us is going to touch part of our body with part of yours. You try to guess who it is. If you guess right, you get your cock sucked for thirty seconds. If you guess wrong, you have to eat the pussy of whichever of us was touching you until that person tells you to stop. Do you agree?”

Did I agree? Was she crazy or something? “Sure,” I said.

“OK, no peeking, and no cheating!” chimed Tara. I heard the two of them scurrying around to try to confuse my sense of who was standing where. When I told them that I had lost track, I felt a hand take my hand. It was guided to a breast. Smallish, but then they were both small. The nipple was near the top, and hard as an eraser. I squeezed. Firm, almost hard.

“Tara!” I shouted. “They feel almost as good as they look, by the way.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, but thank you anyway,” came Tara’s voice from above where my hands were still massaging the breast. She pulled away and seconds later, I felt her warm mouth on my cock. She moved immediately down as far as she could take me, her lips pressing against the base of my cock and her nose hitting my belly. She pulled off and said, “well, not bad, Speedy. It looks like we might have to change your nickname. The next thirty seconds were either agony or ecstasy, depending on how you look at it. I was determined to last the entire half a minute, but it was touch and go, or in this case, touch and goo. About twenty seconds of fast deep cocksucking action, I was spewing the most massive ejaculation of my life into Tara’s waiting mouth. There had to be a third of a cup of cum. Tara swallowed full mouthfulls at least four times but still missed some (I peeked to watch the expression on her face as my cock spurted huge globs of cum in her mouth. It was beautiful).

“I saw you peeking, Carl!” Tara said, “Jeez, I had no idea you had all that stuff inside you. We’re going to have to change your nickname to -firehose’” she giggled. “OK, now keep your eyes closed.” I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out the vision of Tara’s cum-coated face. They moved around a bit to confuse me again, and then I felt a hand take mine once more.

My hand was led downwards, and another separated the middle finger out. I felt something gooey being smeared on it, and then my middle finger was put into something very tight. It was an asshole, but whose? The butt cheeks were being pulled apart, so I couldn’t tell if it was Tara’s slender, tighter buns or Kelly’s heart-shaped ass. I moved my finger in and out experimentally, and heard a gasp. I knew that sound! It was Tara’s voice, moaning from pleasure as my finger reamed her.

“Nice try, Tara,” I said. “But there’s no way you’re going to tell me you’ve never had my finger in your butt. Time for your second -hosing down.’” I gloated.

“Nice try yourself, Carl.” I heard Kelly respond. I opened my eyes and saw her holding my finger firmly lodged in her asshole. The gasp had been Tara’s alright, but she had done it just to fool me! “Now get to work.” Somehow spinning without letting my finger fall out, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. I could see the moisture dripping from her little pussy. I had never eaten a girl out, but I was eager to try, so I started off by licking everything I could see.

“Ooh, that feels nice, Carl. Poke your tongue in me a while, and push your finger in and out of my ass at the same time,” Kelly moaned. I made my tongue into a little spear and fucked her virgin pussy with it while simultaneously thrusting with my finger in her butt. The taste was sharp but sexy, and I could tell that I was going to like eating pussy. I moved my tongue out after a while and started licking up and down her slit. Every time I passed a certain place, her hips bucked up at me. I quickly zeroed in on that place to find a hard little nubbin of flesh. Each time I flicked my tongue across that button (I knew it had to be her clit, what else could it be?), her hips bounced on the bed. I moved the tip of my tongue quickly up and down on it, as if I was making the noise “lalalalalalalalala.” Kelly’s breath came faster and faster, and each time her hips bucked upwards, her anus clenched so tightly around my finger that it hurt. I flicked my tongue furiously across her clit, and then her whole body raised, tensed for a moment. And then it came crashing down. She bucked and thrashed, and jerked around like she was having a fit, screaming at the top of her lungs at me. Soon, her throes subsided, and she was lying helpless on the bed before me. I pulled my finger from her asshole with a “pop!” and then stood up.

“I guess all that thrashing around means I did OK?” I asked.

Kelly sighed, “dreamy, just dreamy. Tara, we’re going to really have to change his nickname to -The Tongue.’ Yes, definitely, Carl The Tongue Mason, that’s his name. Oh, Tara, you have to try it. It’s wonderful.”

“We’ll see. Carl, we’re not through with our game, and it’s only just after Five O’Clock. Want to go another round? Same stakes?” Her green eyes flashed.

“OK.” I closed my eyes and held out my hand. I heard them whispering to each other and shifting positions again. My hand was pressed down to my side, and I felt something warm and wet on my chest. One of them was licking my little boy-nipples! It sort of hurt, tickled, and felt good at the same time. My cock, which had never entirely lost its hard-on, was getting stiffer and stiffer. I tried to remember their lips. Both were full and wide. There was no way to tell! But then a little slip-up gave Kelly away. I felt her hair, much shorter than Tara’s brush its ends only a little ways down my body.

“That feels great, Kelly, but I think you need to move a little further down, don’t you agree?”

“Darn!” Came Kelly’s exasperated reply. “And I was all ready for you to eat my pussy again! Tara, you said he’d never get it!”

“It was your hair, Kelly. Tara’s is much longer, so it would have fallen almost to my cock, which by the way is waiting.” I gloated.

My eyes were open as Kelly’s mouth descended onto my throbbing erection. She obediently sucked on the head of my cock, just like she had done a few days ago. Of course, since then I had learned what a blowjob was supposed to be. “That’s wonderful, but can you move back and forth on it like Tara did?” She nodded (sending sparks shivering down the length of my cock and up my spine). She assumed a more comfortable kneeling position before me and pushed her head forward. About halfway down my cock, she gagged and then pulled back. Then she began again. (((“Kelly, when my cock is in your throat, you will not experience the gag reflex. You will be able to suck it all the way down effortlessly."))) I used my Persuasion to help her accommodate me, and this time, she didn’t gag. It felt great. My cock was starting to get that now-familiar feeling. I only had thirty seconds, but Kelly was making them the best half minute she possibly could. Her tempo increased, and pretty soon my cock was jack-hammering in and out of her mouth. Then, just as I was about to spew an oil-tanker load of cum in her waiting mouth, Tara yelled “Time! Stop Kelly!”