The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kelly’s rectum was definitely willing, but even after cumming about a zillion times this afternoon, the sensation of buttfucking was making me close to letting loose again. I took my time, lingering with my cock deep in her ass, pulling out slowly and then thrusting hard back in. I kept myself close to the edge as long as I could. Kelly’s body was trembling as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit like a kid scratching a poison ivy rash. Each time she came, her asshole clenched down hard on my cock, bringing me even close to orgasm and obliterating what minor control I had learned in the last few days. Finally, my skills failed me, and I could last no longer. I spewed the last load of hot semen for the day deep inside Kelly’s rectum, plowing her aggressively now, heedless of the pain it caused. I could only think of my sperm as it scalded the innermost depths of her bowels, coating her insides with slime. As the last spurt flew from my cock, I buried it deep inside and left it there, pinning Kelly to the bed as she moaned in pleasure/pain.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of applause. “Whew! That was some buttfuck!” Tara cried, clapping. “I wish it had been me, but after the one you gave me earlier, I doubt I could have taken it. How did it feel, Kelly?”

Kelly turned her head around (my cock was still in her asshole, and the weight of my body still held her down). “It hurt like hell! At least at first it did. After a while, it felt great, and I came like a freight train! It started hurting again towards the end, and if you don’t mind Carl, maybe you could pull your cock out of my ass? It’s really sore- I probably won’t be able to walk straight for a week. Hey! Not so quickly. Be gentle!” This as I pulled my cock a little too fast from her rectum.

Kelly got up and felt her asshole. “Ouch! And what a mess. I’m going to shower up.” True to her prediction, Kelly’s gait as she walked to the shower pretty much identified her as a woman who had just been fucked in the ass.

“You must have reamed her pretty hard, Carl. Try and be a little more considerate next time, OK stud? If you fuck my ass that hard without my asking for it, I’ll bite your dick off!” Tara threatened. I mumbled an apology and then followed Kelly to clean off together in the shower.

After we had all cleaned up, Tara and I said our good-byes and I got my dad to give Tara a ride home. We sat in the back seat and held hands. We pulled up to her house and after she got out of the car, she leaned her head in through the window and we kissed tenderly and made plans for later on in the week. To my surprise, my dad sneaked a good look at her perky little tits through the rear view mirror as she leaned over, and frankly stared at her tight ass as she walked up to the house, designer jeans showing it off to great advantage.

“Pretty girl you’ve got there, Romeo,” he teased me. “She got a sister about my age?” We exchanged a few “male bonding” punches on each others’ arms as we drove home. Sometimes Dad was pretty cool, for a dorky grown-up.

I used Persuasion the next day to get a jewelry store owner to give me two sets of matching 1ct diamond stud earrings and two sapphire pendants which I gave to Tara and Kelly the next week. I didn’t see Kelly that much, and according to Tara (who shared a couple of classes with her) she was still carrying a torch for me. Tara was pretty nice about it, though. She didn’t get jealous like some girls would. She even made me go over to Kelly’s house a couple of times for oral and/or anal sex. None of us was willing to give up the virginity thing, at least for the time being. Tara made me promise that if I ever did, it would be with her. Of course, she wouldn’t give up hers unless it was on her wedding night, so that pretty much meant I was going to stay a virgin as long as Tara and I were going steady.

The next few weeks were interesting. Tara bought a book called “The Joy of Sex,” and we tried everything we could in it. Some things needed more people than we had or were about homosexual acts, which neither of us was into. I got to be a fairly accomplished pussy eater, while Tara matriculated from Master Cocksucker to Ultimate Grand Master Cocksucker. She was into experimentation too. In one of her books, it said an average male ejaculation was about two teaspoons of liquid. She measured mine and I usually spurted about two or three times that, probably due to youth as I’ve never been able to achieve such huge cums since I’ve grown older. Also, one week we tried to set an ejaculation record. We both skipped school for the entire week, and Tara invited Kelly over. The two of them took turns sucking my cock, aiming it at a small glass when I came. On Sunday, I came 42 times, dropping off slightly each day to finish on the following Saturday with 23 ejaculations and a very sore cock. My cum for the week filled 1.5 mason jars. “An appropriate vessel for Carl Mason’s cum,” deemed Kelly.

As the last spurt of cum hit the collection glass, Kelly looked up at the clock and said “Time!” It was 11:50, and there was no way I was going to get another erection, much less cum in ten minutes. Exhaustion had substituted for control over the last week. Kelly’s hand pumped furiously, milking the last few drops of semen from my battered cock. She smiled up at me from where she had been sucking my cock, kneeling on the floor in front of my chair. “Well, Carl, you have ten minutes left- do you want me to try for one more?”

“I don’t think so. My cock is so sore I think it’s missing skin!” I took a small cloth from the table and patted it dry, pulling my pants up. “How much do we have?”

Tara looked up from the desk where she was tabulating results. “Just under half a gallon! That has to be some sort of record.”

“Well, I doubt they’ll let us it enter your experiment in the science fair.” I said. “Now, if I recall correctly, you did say you would swallow all of that sperm, didn’t you?”

Tara’s face blanched, losing all color. “Carl! No way- there’s no way I could eat all that cum. Please don’t make me, ok?” She pleaded.

“Hey, it’s been refrigerated, and since when did you ever turn down a meal of cum?” I returned. I turned on my power of Persuasion just slightly: (((“Now, it was your idea in the first place, and you’d have swallowed it all if you hadn’t want to measure it anyway, so I’d say it’s dinner time and the soup course is ready!")))

Tara tried her best to resist the Persuasion, but gave in when Kelly reminded her of the “rules” we had established the first time the two of them sucked me off. We all went down to the kitchen where Tara sat down with a “Hmph!” at the table. Kelly got the rest of the semen out of the fridge, and Tara looked nervously at the two mason jars of cum, one full to the rim and the other nearly half full. Smiling weakly, she poured a small glassful of semen. “Here’s cum in your eye!” she toasted, and then took a long drink, nearly finishing the glass. Kelly refilled for her, and with a look of determination Tara tossed back her second full glass of semen.

“Not bad,” she said thickly. The cum had coated her throat, making it difficult to speak. Kelly poured while Tara ate her cum dinner, each individual swallow an effort. She finished off about half of the first jar quickly, but then took long breaks between gulps. I was getting off at seeing this beautiful girl eat a week’s worth of my cum. My cock was getting hard despite its previous Herculean efforts. Kelly noticed this and like the good little cock sucker she was, she fell to her knees before me.

“Carl, can I have a little of what Tara’s having?” she asked, coquettishly. I grinned by way of acknowledgment, and she began sucking me gently. Tara, inspired by Kelly’s deep throating of my cock, finished off the glass of cum in front of her and poured herself another. The mason jar before her was about three-fourths empty.

“I think that’s enough for now, Tara.” I said. “Besides, I have other things planned for that cum. Come over here and spread your ass cheeks for me.” I told her. She obliged, no Persuasion necessary. I had her stick two fingers from each hand into her asshole and spread it apart. I could see deeply into her rectum as she held her sphincter open. “Kelly, hand me that jar, would you please?” I took the jar and held it poised above her widely spread orifice, then I tipped it up and slowly poured the contents directly into her rectum.

“Hey, that’s cold, you know!” Tara complained. The jar had been in the fridge all week as my cum accumulated, and we had kept the temperature as near freezing as we could to avoid spoiling the precious fluid. Tara was doing a little “dance” as the chilly liquid filled her anal cavity. Most of the rest of the jar fit inside her rectum, but a lot of if just coated her ass. I reached my hand into the jar and then leaned forward to smear the rest all over Tara’s tight breasts.

“OK, you can let your asshole close and stand up now,” I told her. She did so, but with difficulty due to the half cup of sperm in her rectum. “I thought it over, and I think it’s very selfish of you to hog a whole week’s worth of my cum yourself. Kelly looks awfully hungry, don’t you think?” Sure enough, Kelly was sucking my raw and abused cock like she was starving for just one more drop of cum.

She looked up at me, bright-eyed. “Oh yes, Carl! I just love the taste of your cum. I can’t get enough of it.” At the timed, I figured that either Persuasion is permanent, or she really loved my cum. I’ve since found out that the effects of Persuasion never wear off. To this day, Kelly probably fantasizes about the taste of my cum. At age 15, though, she was ravenous for it.

I looked at her and smiled. “Open wide,” I said. She popped my cock out of her mouth and tipped her head back. I poured the cum slowly into her mouth. When I had poured in a couple of tablespoons, I paused. “OK, now take my cock in your mouth and swallow my cum. The sensation was soothing because the cum from the jar was still cold from being in the refrigerator all week, and her mouth was a comfortable 98.6 degrees Farenheight. I resumed pouring cum into her mouth, pausing every couple of drops to let her take my cock in her mouth and swallow my semen. It was fun, and regardless of the reason, Kelly loved the taste of my cum. She held it in her mouth and savored every drop as if it were going to be the last cum she ever ate.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Both jars were empty, and my balls were so completely drained that there was no way I could give either girl any more cum. Tara was looking decidedly uncomfortable, probably due to the pint of semen still in her rectum. I decided to give her a break. “Tara, if you want to get rid of that cum in your asshole, you can.”

She made a relieved expression and headed for the bathroom. Kelly stood up after licking the last drops of cum out of both mason jars, and snuggled up to me. “Hmm, Carl,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “That was wonderful. I feel so relaxed and full. Why can’t every day be like this?” I looked around Tara’s kitchen. The homey country decor blended so well with the beautiful naked girl enfolded in my arms. I held her there for a few minutes, and then kissed her lips.

“I don’t know Kelly. Maybe if you were in love with a wonderful man who would treat you right- then every day would be as good as this one.”

“That’s the problem,” she sniffed. “I AM in love with a wonderful man, but he’s in love with someone else.” She laughed. “If it were anyone else, I’d kill the bitch, but Tara’s just too nice.”

“Kelly, in less time than you can imagine you’ll meet someone and fall in love with them, and maybe even get married and have kids. You’re so beautiful and fun to be with that half the boys in school are wanking off to fantasies of you sucking their cocks. I bet you could pick any boy at random and have him in your bed in no time at all.”

“OK, I pick you!” she giggled. “But then again, I’ve already had you in my bed. It might just be fun to try someone else. Maybe it will make you jealous and then you’ll dump Tara for me.”

“He’d better not- I’ll have his balls for lunch!” came the reply from the living room. Tara walked in, still wet from taking a quick shower after “eliminating” the semen that had been sloshing around her rectum for half an hour. “If you want to try another boy, make it that bastard John Reynolds. He ruined my reputation, the jerk. Get him in bed and then kick him in the nuts.”

“Not a bad idea,” I said, bringing Tara into my arms for a three-way group hug. “But instead of kicking him in the nuts, make him so horny he’ll fuck a knothole and then don’t give him any satisfaction. That’ll teach him a lesson.”

The girls agreed that this was a great way to get back at John for spreading lies about Tara. It was getting late, so I drove Kelly back home in my new Jaguar convertible. I had Persuaded the salesman to give it to me and write the loss off as an advertising expense on the theory I would tell everybody what a great car dealership they were. I Persuaded his boss and his co-workers to go along with it, so nobody was going to lose his job. It was a sweet ride with the top down, all twelve cylinders humming a deep Gregorian chant of power. Kelly’s long blonde hair flew out behind her like a golden comet tail. She was glowing too, smiling and laughing with the shear joy of riding in such a beautiful car. I pushed my Persuasion to the limit by making all the other drivers pull to the side as I passed them. I Persuaded the drivers coming up on side streets to stop, and blew through every stop sign and traffic light regardless of its color. A cop gave me a startled look, but I Persuaded him that I was a Presidential convoy. He saluted and then pulled out in front of me with lights flashing and siren wailing, escorting me along my route.

I dismissed him shortly before pulling into Kelly’s driveway. “Thanks for all the cocksucking- you are really becoming talented” I praised her.

“Thanks for all the cum- and don’t forget to go to school on Monday. Tara and I are going to be going after John Reynolds, and I know you don’t want to miss the fun!” She got out and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Bye! I love you.”