The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mike and the girls, just outside of Antony’s, heading over to the hotel

As soon as Mike and the girls got outside the restaurant, Wendy called shotgun for the ride to the hotel. In the car, she couldn’t resist reaching over to the long lump in Mike’s pants, but about halfway to the hotel, Tammy said, in a tone of voice tinted with too much innocence to be genuine, “Wendy? What are you doing up there? Not letting Mike in on our little surprise, are you?”

Mike tried to act like he had no idea what was going on, which wasn’t easy when Wendy’s hand shot off of his leg and onto her lap. He tried to think of something to say, but figured he didn’t really have to when Tammy and Sylvia, and then Wendy, all began to laugh.

The remaining 10 minutes or so it took to get to the hotel seemed to take an eternity, but finally, they arrived. The quartet exited the car, and once Mike got his ticket from the valet, he briskly walked to the check-in counter and acquired another suite, one far away from the honeymoon suite so he wouldn’t get caught. Mike didn’t know if it mattered if he got caught, but he was new to the extra-marital affair business and decided not to take any chances.

When Mike turned around, his triad were waiting for him. “What a coincidence!” Sylvia said, stepping up and pressing her breasts against him. He was a full head taller than her, and her dark eyes adorably looked up into his as she said, “Your present? It has to be given to you in a hotel suite!!”

“Well, let’s go, then,” Mike said. He fought the urge to sprint to the elevators, and once they were inside and heading up, he fought the urge to whip out his amazing technicolor dreamcock right then and there. Wendy is good-looking, not too bad an ass and nice, big tits, but man, Sylvia is built... #2 ass in the world, tits to match, and I just know that those full lips are going to feel good around my rod... and Tammy... Didn’t Julie tell me she was a gymnast, had a scholarship and all that? Shit, ninth floor, we’re here....

By the time the elevator opened, the quartet were all of the same mind: get to the suite at the end of the hall now. Mike was shaking with anticipation so hard that it took him a few swipes to get the key card to work. But once it did, he held the door opened and let the women enter, saying, “Ladies first.”

Once they were in, he followed, turning around to apply the Do Not Disturb tag to the door handle. After the room was safely locked up, two pairs of hands grabbed him and dragged him back. He almost wasn’t able to stay on his feet, and when the backs of his legs hit the foot of the bed, he finally fell back. Wendy and Tammy each took one of his arms and pulled him to the center of the California King size mattress.

“Hold him down, ladies,” Sylvia said. A brief tussle ensued, but by the end of it, Tammy had pinned his right leg and Wendy his left. Before he could sit up, Sylvia, who’d had time to strip to her underwear, sat on his waist and leaned forward to hold down his arms. “Comfortable?” she asked.

Mike tried to look surprised, and when he thought he had that expression going convincingly enough, took some time to check out the leader of the pack. Her black bra, which looked fancy and expensive, worked well with both her dark complexion and her large, and he hoped natural, tits. Lifting his head and looking down as best he could, he saw the waistband of what he hoped was a matching thong.

“Uhm... what’s going on here, ladies?” he asked, innocently, but not too innocently.

“What’s going on is your present,” Sylvia said. “Wendy, lil’ help?”

Wendy shifted forward a little so that she could unclasp Sylvia’s bra. Once this was done, she reached up and slid the bra straps just over each shoulder. Sylvia let go of Mike’s arms just long enough to shake her bra off. She tossed it into the corner and leaned down, pressing her large, firm, natural assets into Mike’s chest. Into his ear, she said lowly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

Wendy then added, “Hey, you stole my present! I was going to fuck him?”

“Are you two kidding me? I thought I was going to do that!” Tammy said.

“Well... I’m flattered, ladies, but it seems that there’s a small problem. What are we going to do about it?” Mike asked, playing along.

“I’ve got it!” Tammy said. “Let’s all fuck Mike!” Wendy applauded the idea.

“Well, I guess so. I don’t want to be rude—” Mike began, cut off by Sylvia’s urgent kiss. As he returned her kiss, he felt Tammy and Wendy let go and move up on the bed. Soon, he was kissing all of them, his head rolling back and forth as his tongue explored each of their mouths.

After this had gone on for awhile, Sylvia slid down his body, rubbing against him seductively. When she found the massive, and by now hard, lump running down his left leg, she said, “What is this, Mike? You been holding out on us or somethin’?” She undid his belt and pants and grabbed both, stopping only to say, “Now this I gotta see.”

Wendy looked down, not wanting to miss the look on Sylvia’s face when she saw what Mike was packing. Tammy continued to kiss Mike as Sylvia pulled his pants down. Mike’s cock, routed down his left pant leg, hadn’t stayed inside his briefs. Sylvia couldn’t believe how it just kept going and going as she slowly took his pants off, and when she finally exposed the twelfth and final inch, it sprang up and bounced a few times before settling at a low angle up from Mike’s restrained body.

Sylvia just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. When its enormity finally sank in all the way, she hurriedly removed the rest of his clothes from the waist down and said, “Wendy, Tammy, get this man naked, NOW!”

Tammy and Wendy nearly tore his shirt off. Tammy then noticed that Wendy was looking toward Mike’s crotch and licking her lips while she began to disrobe. She was about to say something when she followed the woman’s gaze over to the most amazing penis she’d ever seen. She not only forgot what she was going to say, but for a moment she forgot what words even were. Then she frantically started to remove her own clothes.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sylvia said. Carefully, she reached for his dick, like someone reaching for a huge electrical line when it’s not clear if it’s live or not. Once she had her hand wrapped around it as far as it would go, she gave it a squeeze and said, “Ooooooh, boy... whoa, you, sir, are one lucky man....”

“But who am I going to take first?” Mike said, scooting back and sitting up. When his dick slipped out of Sylvia’s hand, she made a reaching motion for it, but he made a stop motion with his hand, and she put her arm down to the bed to support herself.

Mike surveyed the scene. Wendy and Tammy were naked, Sylvia was almost naked, and all were on all fours at the foot of the bed, looking up toward him. Or, more specifically, his cock. The change in who was in charge was palpable, but Sylvia apparently wasn’t giving up without a fight.

Sylvia pushed Wendy and then Tammy aside. They tumbled harmlessly to the floor, each one shouting, but Sylvia ignored them. Instead, she turned around, still on her hands and knees. Mike then realized that Sylvia wasn’t wearing a black thong... she was wearing a black g-string. It only barely covered her pussy, and he could clearly see all but the very center of her anus. She slowly started rolling her hips from side to side, then up and down as if fucking an imaginary cock. She continued varying her motions for a few moments before saying, “See anything you like?”

“Tell you what,” Mike said, stroking his massive erection. “I’m faced with a problem: who do I fuck first—my wife’s sister, or one of her two best friends? Well, it’s only fair for me to go with Wendy first, and then let you two best friends battle it out for second place.” He pointed to Wendy and then gestured for her to come to him. She didn’t need to be told what to do beyond that—she got between his legs and began to suck his dick.

“I want you two to shower up while I take care of Wendy here and figure out a contest to see who’s next.” They ran off to the bathroom together, and he waited for the shower to start before looking down to Wendy, who had suddenly wrapped her tits around his cock and was titty-fucking him while sucking his cock when it was in range.

“So, Wendy, tell me... are Sylvia or Tammy bisexual?”

Wendy stopped and took her mouth off of his rod, but kept her tits wrapped around his dick. “Not that I know of. I mean, Sylvia likes to tease guys in the clubs by dancing up against other girls, from what Julie told me, but I’ve never had any reason to think they like girls.” Then she bent her head down to lick the tip of his cock.

“What about you?”

She stopped licking him again, and this time let go of her tits so she could climb up to him. “No, no way. I’m strictly dickly.” She moved up and set her pussy down on his dick, but just as she got the head inside, he grabbed her ass, squeezed, and stopped her from going further.

Wiggling his hips to drive her crazier, he asked, “What if I ask you real nice?”

“No... please, please... god, I need you... let me get all the way down on this....”

“What if I tell you that you have whoever loses the little contest I’m thinking up to see who’s next, and that if you refuse, I won’t fuck you at all?”

By this time, Wendy was gasping and writhing almost too much to talk. Mike flexed his dick, still only head-deep inside of her, slightly. Unexpectedly, Wendy squealed loudly, causing a startled Mike to pivot his hips so that he nearly came out of her. Her hips followed him, though, keeping him just barely inside of her. She panted, “Do... that... again!!”

Mike wasn’t sure what had happened. Did I do that when I... no fucking way! Hot damn, this is going to be useful! he thought. “Not unless you agree...,” he said.

“Fuck... yes, whatever, I’ll do it, fuck just... just...”

As soon as she agreed, he slowly lowered his new sister-in-law onto his rigid manhood, savoring the slippery tightness inch by inch. Once he was in her completely, he decided to try what he’d just done again. He held Wendy so that she was fully impaled by him, closed his eyes, and clenched the muscles in his groin, further swelling and hardening his enhanced dick. The effect was immediate.

Wendy’s eyes shot open again, and her body began to shake. With what control she could muster, she ground her hips back and forth as a screamer of an orgasm built up inside of her unexpectedly. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh... gnuh, UNNNNNGH, of fuck fuck fuck... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Mike could feel that she’d just drenched his lap, and the bed beneath them. She was panting heavily now, draped across his body, and necking hungrily with him. He grabbed her ass hard and started working in and out of her sopping wet but still amazingly tight pussy.

“Hey, save some for me!” he heard Sylvia yell over the sound of the shower.

It took awhile before Wendy could pick herself up from Mike, but when she could, she said, “OK, Mister. Your turn to be on top... they’ll be out here any minute.”

They shifted positions, and Mike decided to tease her. When she got on her back and spread her legs, he positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy, but instead of putting it in, he used it to tickle her clit. “So, is that why I have to be on top? Because you are worried that they’re going to come out here? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Just... just please, just fuck me... put it in!”

“Be truthful, Wendy, and you’ll get your wish. Why do I have to be on top?”

Wendy wasn’t in the mood to play. “Because I need you on top! I need that in me, I need you to fuck me hard and fast, like a fucking wild man. I need you to fuck me so hard I can’t even think!”

“Fair enough,” Mike said, slamming his dick into her all the way. Her eyes didn’t wince in pain—instead they bugged out, and as he began slamming in and out of her in long, fast strokes, he saw her eyes roll up to the back of her head. Judging by the sounds she was making and the frequent, firm squeezes her pussy gave his manhood, he figured that he had her rolling from one climax to the next. And, he was right.

Mike realized that, while he didn’t know how he knew it, he just knew he could keep on going for as long as he wanted. He felt a pressure in his balls build up, and he knew he could keep it at bay, but then he saw Sylvia and Tammy come up to the bed and each grab one of Wendy’s arms. The sight of their wet, naked bodies was too much for Mike.

He sped up his fucking to the point where he was afraid he might slip out of Wendy, and let his massive orgasm hit him like a freight train. Once it hit, he spent several strokes shooting copious amounts of semen into his sister-in-law. She also came, her strongest one yet, and her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking it as he finally withdrew.

And that’s when the surprise Geoff had been talking about took effect. As Wendy recovered, she felt a tingling in her breasts, so she looked down. That drew Tammy and Sylvia’s attention to her tits as well. Mike couldn’t tell which one said “What the...?” first, but when he looked, he saw Wendy’s already big tits, laying flat on her chest, swell up.

“Oh my god!” she shouted as she sat up suddenly and grabbed her expanding chest. When her hands met the growing flesh, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side. Soon she was massaging them, making circles around her long nipples with her fingers before squeezing them and squealing in delight. “Oh maaaaan, that’s awesome... Mike, your cum made my boobs huge!”

Mike backed up and got off the bed. Holy fucking shit, he thought. They’re huge! Gotta be the size of... I don’t know... volleyballs? Man, am I going to have fun with those!

“My turn now,” Sylvia said, noticing that he was still hard as a rock. “Thank God you’re not a one-and-done.”

Mike shook his head to clear it. “No, wait!” he said. “Wendy, you get over here and... well, keep me interested.” Wendy shot off the bed and knelt in front of Mike. Once his dick was back in her mouth, he entwined his fingers into her hair and gently guided her motions. “OK, that’s... mmmm, better. OK, Sylvia, Tammy. Either of you ever been with another girl before?”

Neither woman took her eyes off of Mike’s cock. Sylvia shook her head no, and she didn’t see that Tammy’s head nodded in the affirmative.

“OK,” Mike said, speeding up his motions with Wendy’s head slightly and tilting it from one side to the other. “Here’s how we’re going to do this. It’s going to be a classic 69. You can fight for the top or bottom position all you want, and the first one of you to get the other one off gets to take the next ride on this,” he said, pulling his wet and mostly clean dick from Wendy’s mouth.

Sylvia was weighing the idea—Mike could tell she wasn’t interested in doing anything sexual with another girl, but she really wanted that cock, and he knew she liked to be in charge. Tammy, however, needed no time to decide. She looked over at Sylvia, who was still thinking about what to do while staring at Mike’s dick and wishing it was her who was licking it clean. Mike could have sworn he’d seen a look in Tammy’s face that wasn’t far off from the look a dog has when its master finally lets it have that juicy steak that’s always been “people food.”

In a flash, the tall, athletic blond had the Asian hottie on the bed. Before Sylvia could even contemplate exactly what was happening, Tammy had positioned herself on top of the 69, and since she was much taller than her Sylvia, not to mention experienced with women, she got an immediate head start on the darker-skinned woman’s clean, glistening pussy. Bet she’s wanted to do that for a long time, Mike thought. He put his hands on his hips and let Wendy orally please him at will.

“Hey... hey! Hey! Uhg... oh, ungh, no fair, no fair!” Sylvia shouted.

I guess she’s accepted that it’s cool to be bi tonight, Mike thought, but then he realized the problem: Tammy had amazing access to Sylvia’s pussy. She was sucking on her clit, had two fingers inside her, and was using a finger from her other hand, wet with Sylvia’s own juices, to tease the opening of her asshole. However, Sylvia had access to some patch of skin between Tammy’s pussy and her belly button. She’d grabbed Tammy’s ass with both hands, but her efforts to bring her pussy to her mouth were all for naught.

“Hey now, we have to play fair,” Mike said, and Tammy looked up. Her Sylvia-smeared face held the look of a grown-up kid at a very adult candy store. “Tammy, I want you to plant your pussy squarely on Sylvia’s face, and for one minute, let her try and catch up. And, for the rest of this contest, you give her full access, you got it?” Mike and Wendy moved to the side of the bed so he could make sure his instructions were followed.

Tammy sat up and wiped her face with her right hand. She then took that hand and rubbed her tit with it, making it wet and slick with Sylvia’s juices. “OK, spoilsport,” she said. Then, taking a position few non-gymnasts could dream of, she practically did the splits directly over Sylvia’s surprised face. Once contact was made, she looked at Mike, winked, and began rocking her hips back and forth a little, grinding her pussy onto Sylvia’s now-open mouth. “Ever have sex with someone this limber?” she asked. Mike shook his head no.

Sylvia, finally allowed to compete, grabbed her friend’s ass and dug her nails in. When she tried to stop moving her hips, Sylvia used her ass like a handle and manually ground her pussy against her mouth and tongue. Eventually, Mike gave the word and Tammy was allowed to go down on Sylvia’s pussy again. The Asian girl proved to be a quick learner, and after several minutes she had worked Tammy up into a moaning, groaning lather.

Then Tammy, who until now had been alternating between a few variations of techniques combining pussy-licking, tongue-fucking, click-sucking, finger-fucking, and ass-teasing, suddenly looked over to Mike. To his amazement, she said, “OK, I think she’s had just about enough, don’t you?”

Mike was confused. Sylvia was working overtime and obviously was getting Tammy near the edge. Wendy had long ago stopped sucking his dick, and was busy playing with her own tits and pussy. “Uhm... I guess so?” he said.

Tammy smiled evilly and said, “That’s what I wanted to hear....” She lowered her head and performed an amazingly fast set of motions on Sylvia’s crotch that involved her fingers, mouth, and tongue. About one second later, Sylvia’s body tensed up and she screamed in ecstasy. “Aw, you lose! Here’s your consolation prize.” Tammy still had her fingers in her pussy, and she slid them out just enough to allow her to rub Sylvia’s clit back and forth wildly fast. Shudders racked Sylvia’s body, making it look almost like she was having a seizure, and when the thrashing and screaming threatened to get out of hand, Tammy sat firmly on her friend’s face and ground her hips hard onto her delirious friend.

Once things settled down, Tammy got up and grabbed Mike’s cock. Mike, still amazed at what he’d seen, said, “You mean to tell me you could have won that sooner?” As they got on the bed, Wendy help a dazed and confused Sylvia move off of it to give the winner of the contest a place to claim her prize.

Both Mike and Tammy were on their knees on the bed. Tammy came up to him, putting his dick between her legs so her wet pussy could slide back and forth on the top of it. Wrapping her arms around Mike’s neck, she brought him in close and said, “Mike, dear, that wasn’t my first time with a girl. Not that Sylvia probably knew that, though. And I’ve wanted to do that to her for a long fucking time, big boy.”

“So... you like girls?” Mike asked, turned on beyond belief.

“And boys...,” she said, laying down. “Now in case you didn’t notice, I’m ready, set, wet....”

Mike was on top of her in no time. Slowly, he inched his cock into her, savoring the look on her face as it amazingly slid all the way in without hurting even a little. He had started to languorously slide in and out when she pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“Mike... when I’m with a woman, I usually want it nice and slow... but that’s not what I want when I’m with a man... is this the best you can do, big boy?”

Mike rose up and said, “Oh, you want it harder, eh?” He grabbed her legs, which were spread wide, and put them in front of his arms. Bracing himself with his arms brought her ass up off the bed. To Mike, it looked like she was bent in half. He slid his dick almost all the way out of Tammy, thinking she’d beg for him to drive it home.

“Giving up, huh? Ain’t got no more in the tank?” she asked. “That’s all you got?”

Mike got the hint and slammed his cock hard into her.

“Ungh! That’s more like it!” she cried. “Oh, so that’s it, we’re done? Fuck me like a fuckin’ whore, you little shit! Lay into me like you’re trying to split me in half, you pansy-ass motherfucker!”

Mike proceeded to plow her with all his speed and might. It wasn’t long before her taunts became a steady stream of grunts. The fury of their rutting keep her screaming and thrashing under him in nearly constant orgasm. Not holding back, Mike growled as he came inside of Tammy, who lost all control of her body as the mega-orgasm Mike’s climax triggered in her raged through her. She had to grab the sheets to keep from flying through the ceiling.

When she finally came down, she noticed that everyone was looking at her. “What?” she said, sitting up. The extra weight on her chest nearly pulled her over. She looked down, screamed “TITS!!” and ran to the bathroom door, which had a full-length mirror. She posed and turned and said, “Holy shit! Tits! I’ve got amazing tits! And... and my ass!!”

Mike had to do a double-take. Tammy had been athletic and tall, but now she looked like a Playboy magazine airbrush artist’s wed dream. Her tits were as big as Wendy’s now, and her ass was a scaled-up version of his wife’s. Mike’s cock sprang up so fast that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had made an audible “sproing!” sound.

“Wendy... go and lick up that cum dripping down Tammy’s leg, and clean up her pussy,” Sylvia said. Wendy didn’t hesitate, and Tammy was in no mood to stop her. As Tammy took a seat on a nearby chair to relax while Wendy went to work, Sylvia tapped Mike on the shoulder.

“Remember me?” she said, taking his meat in her hands and stroking him all the way back to the bed. Once he was on the bed, she pushed him back and got on top of him. “Hope you don’t mind, but I like to be on top,” she said. In one swift motion, she’d mounted him.

Mike was happy to relax for awhile and let Sylvia think she was in charge. She slid down his member slowly, tentatively, as if she expected to not be able to take it all in. The further she sank on his pole, though, the more surprised the look on her face was. When she finally had taken him all in, she rocked back and forth slightly and rolled her hips around.

“Mike... oh god Mike, how... how is this... how can you... fit....”

Mike answered by flexing his cock.

“Mike, oh what are... what’s... oh you’re... oh fuck Mike, whoa, fuck fuck fuck shit fuck... yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—” she screamed, building up in pitch and volume until Mike gave a little thrust with his hips, eliciting a final, shuddering “UNGH!!!” from the trembling Sylvia. “How... did... you... do... that?” she asked between ragged breaths.

“I’m just that good,” he said, winking at her. “Now turn around. Tammy? Tammy, dear, can you and Wendy come here?”

Sylvia slowly spun around until Mike was facing her back, making sure not to let his glorious pleasure-lightning rod slip from her cunt’s grasp. When Tammy and Wendy got to the bed, Mike motioned with his hands for them to lean in, and he gave them some instructions. Upon hearing them, Wendy said “oooooooh, I know where that is, be right back...,” and Tammy just giggled and got in front of Sylvia.

“Hi, honey,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Sylvia didn’t return it right away, so Mike popped his hips up a couple of times to loosen her up.

“Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia... I see that you like to be the one in charge... in charge of the party when your with your friends, on top in bed....”

Tammy had begun sucking on Sylvia’s nipples. Sylvia, holding onto Tammy for support, slowly rolled her hips and squeezed Mike’s cock with her pussy. “Yessssssss... nothing... wrong with... that....” she slithered.

“I also loved that display you put on for me earlier. I love your ass almost as much as I love my wife’s... so you know what I’m going to do?”

“Ooooooh, an ass man, hey?” Sylvia said, ignoring his question. Instead of answering, she began to make motions with her hips that featured her ass in every sexy movement and position she could imagine.

Man, she knows how to work that ass, Mike thought. It was almost enough to make him lose control, but then he remembered who was in charge. “I said, do you know what I’m going to do?”

“Enjoy... the best... fuck... of... your... life?” she suggested, lifting herself up and slamming herself down on him between each word.

“Close. I’m going to enjoy the best fuck of your life. And to do that, I’m going to take your ass. Wendy?”

Wendy came back to the bed and tossed something Sylvia didn’t recognize to Tammy, who had stopped worshiping her tits just in time to catch it. Wendy then hooked her arms under Sylvia’s and lifted her off of Mike’s dick. Sylvia was too surprised to even offer a struggle. Then she saw what Tammy was holding.

“Is that... is that lube?” Sylvia asked.

“Oh yeah,” Mike answered. “Tammy, you may do the honors.”

Tammy started to rub the thick goo all over Mike’s already-slick love muscle. Sylvia said, “I’ve never... never had... it... in my... my ass....”

“Then it pleases me to be the first,” Mike said. “Ladies, care to lend a hand?”

Tammy bent down and grabbed Mike’s dick, guiding it to the opening of Sylvia’s most carefully-guarded entrance. When his head touched the tip of her ass, she began breathing in short, quick gasps. Carefully, Wendy guided her down his pole, achingly slowly. Sylvia’s mind reeled at the sensations—every inch further in he squeezed felt better than the last.

It... oh fuck yeah, shouldn’t be... this... mmmmm, easy... oh fuck... how... is... fuck yeah, oh fuck he’s... oh fuck he’s all... oh he’s... he’s all the way... oh god..., Sylvia thought before the pleasure finally hit a plateau that allowed her to speak.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she said, lowly and slowly.

If Mike had been in heaven before when he’d buried himself inside each woman’s pussies, he was in a place that was heaven’s heaven now. The tightness of Sylvia’s ass was beyond belief, and he’d slid in with just a bit of lube and a little patience. “Fuck, huh? Sounds good to mpffff,” Mike said, his last word cut off when Wendy sat her beautiful pussy right on his mouth. Mike reached up and grabbed someone’s tits and squeezed. The squeezing around his cock told him they were Sylvia’s.

It took about a minute or so for the four of them to sync up properly, but finally, they began to operate like a well-lubed fucking machine. Sylvia slowly slid her asshole up and down Mike’s erection, wondering why she’d never tried anal before. Tammy continuously kissed Sylvia, sometimes nibbling on her Korean friend’s shoulder, neck, or ear, as she fingered her pussy and used her thumb to rub her clit. Wendy was helping out by supporting Sylvia from behind and playing with her tits, pinching her nipples every time Mike’s mouth drove her to climax.

Sylvia began to speed up after several minutes of this constant, all-encompassing sexual stimulation. Going faster meant not making the up and down strokes quite as long, but she didn’t care—the pleasure had built to a level that precluded careful, deliberate fucking. A steady stream of grunts, one for each time she slammed her ass onto Mike’s maddeningly god-like cock, began to leak out of the out-of-control control freak.

The train was leaving the tracks. Sylvia slipped further back and it was Wendy’s turn to neck with her. Tammy, noticing that Sylvia’s hips were moving back and forth but no longer up and down, lowered her mouth to orally please Sylvia’s clit while she bent her fingers inside her friend to hit the G-spot. Sylvia’s motions became frenzied and erratic in response, and Wendy pinched her nipples and bit down on her neck, edging Sylvia closer to an inevitable, mind-shattering climax. Mike, sensing the chaos above him and around his cock, clenched his love muscle and thrust up as hard as he could.

A moment later, he was shooting what he thought had to be a gallon of white-hot cum into her ass, and she let out a sound that could not in a million years be described typographically. Suffice it to say, when things did finally die down, they heard the faint sound of applause from the other side of the supposedly sound-proof wall. And that’s when Sylvia felt it happen.

“Eeeep!” she squealed, standing up. Mike’s cock fell limply to his chest as he looked to where Sylvia was standing, holding her tits. Or at least, she was trying to.

Seconds later, Sylvia gave up and dropped her hands, revealing two round, basketball-sized fun bags topped with a set of nipples that looked hard enough to cut diamonds. Mike’s eyes trailed down her body. She already had a nice figure, but the little bit of baby fat that hung around her tummy and thighs had now tightened up, and what was left was exactly the right amount for a set of curves that would have made Newton’s and Leibniz’s pants explode.

She walked her new body over to the mirror to check it out. A few turns and moves later, and she was in love. She went over to the room’s small stereo and put some music on. Dancing to the music, she made her way over to the bed and said, “I think you’re going to want to get cleaned up for round two.”

“I agree... but isn’t it round four or something?” he said on his way to the bathroom. He thought about taking a shower, but when he didn’t get an answer to his question, he looked back to the bed and saw what was already starting to transpire there. Instantly, he decided that a quick but thorough wash of his undercarriage would be sufficient. Clean cock in hand, he walked back to the bed, where the girls had arranged themselves in a small daisy chain.

“So... who’s next?” he said. They pounced on him at that point, dragged him to the bed, and for the next few hours, he took them all in every conceivable way. Finally, at about three in the morning, after fucking well past the point where Mike figured they’d all pass out in exhaustion, they all fell asleep in a tangled mess of arms, legs, one giant cock, and a lot of bodily fluids.