The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stevie took a deep breath, opened the door to Debbie’s bedroom and stepped in.

It had been about two years since he was last in here, but little changed, perfume scented it was a good big room, white walls and furniture with pastel pink and blue accents, its own small sink-toilet washroom on the other side of the bed, and in the corner a multiple adjustable mirror vanity desk, set to perfectly reflect the plump but firm and fleshy ass of the naked grinning woman. She’s, lying on her side, propped up on her elbow leaning back slightly so her hanging firm full round breasts display themselves invitingly. Once again Stevie had to remind himself that this was real, not a jerk-off fantasy. Or if it was, not to let it end yet.

He exhaled, looked into her eyes and grinned back. Debbie’s smile hinted at mischief, she’s tied her hair into loose pigtails with thick blue ribbons that contrasted her bushy red locks, which hung to just above her freckled shoulders; there was no mistaking her for a schoolgirl. Closing the door behind him, Stevie turned and stood still, letting himself look at his neighbor, his mother’s best-friend, the mother of his half-brother, and an incredibly-foxy incredibly-naked MILF babe who though over twice his age has been the cause of at least a couple of the wet dreams he could remember. She’d strategically placed a pillow in front of her pussy, but her shapely calves and brightly painted pedicured toenails eventually caught Stevie’s eye as he slowly studied her curvy body. It was her large nut-brown areola and stiff dark-pink nipples that first caught his attention.

He wanted to be cool, to be in control, fully display teen-age disinterest, and if there is one thing he’d learned from all those D&D sessions it was to scope ahead in the dungeon and test for traps. Particularly when there was something enticing in sight. He was a cautious by nature, and there were so many unknowns. Danger lurked. So much could go wrong.

As he tried to keep a deliberately blandly nonchalant expression while leaning against the door frame, the only thing that betrayed his racing heart and churning state of mind is the paper now crumpled in his closed fist, on it printed the details of plan “Debbie”.

“Well?” Debbie asks, giving her shoulders a gentle almost involuntary looking shake, which causes her tits to sway back and forth a couple of times. “What now?”

“Stay cool, stay cool,” Stevie thinks to himself. “Remember you are in control. Count to five. 1—2—3—4—5. Deep breath. Now give an order.”

Stevie blinked, he double-checked his first move and saw no flaw. He broke into a big toothy smile and walked forward, removing the pillow and sitting on the bed in its place.

“I like the thing with your tits. Do it again.”

Debbie shook her shoulders again.

“Too hard. Try again, make it... gentler.”

Debbie narrowed her eyes in concentration and repeated the gesture.

“Much better. We’re going to have to practice that later.” He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “It’s now a secret signal that you give me, like a code. It means, ‘I’m horny’. It means “I want to fuck.” It means “I want to suck you dry and drink your seed.’ It means ‘Use me.’” He resumes speaking normally, “You don’t have to think about it too much. Whenever we are together, and you find yourself thinking about getting some kind of sex, catch my eye and give your boobs a gentle shake. OK?”

Debbie still had that sly grin, if anything, it’s become slyer. “OK. It’s unfair.”

“What’s unfair?”

“I’m naked and you’re not.”

To Debbie, Stevie is a lot like Susan. Always thinking ahead and planning. Organized. A list maker. “You wrote it all out, didn’t you? What we are going to do. Just like your mother. Typical.”

For a brief second Stevie wonders how Billy is making out with Susan. “Making out” is exactly the right words, he realizes.

“Don’t be snarky.” The rebuff didn’t shock Debbie, but the flat palm spank across her butt did.

“That’s to help you remember. You can’t read this.”

Looking down at his hands, he wants to feel up the naked woman in all sorts of places. He’s not really comfortable with the idea of striking her, but somehow a little spanking seems to be a different kind of thing, his hand stung a bit when he slapped her butt, and seconds later was normal again. And there was a lot of padding on Debbie’s caboose. For sure Stevie wanted a full-fledged spanking session in the future, but he knew he had to wait for the right time. Her bum was just so inviting.

His stiffy is beyond hard, alas the plan is to make her even more worked up but to let her cum before he did. That struck him as fair. Besides, he was really getting off on teasing her and knew he could make her squirm even more. He wanted to push it as far as he could to prove that he was in charge, prove it to her and more importantly himself. He planned that when she was at the height of horny frustration to give her a massive cum. Then tell her to remember it precisely. So that later she could be told to flash back to that moment on command.

He stretched up to the bed-side table and carefully placed the crumpled ball of paper on it, and then reached for Debbie’s face. “Close your eyes,” he said, gently pulling her eyelids shut with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t open until I tell you.” His pointer finger moved down to her lips, and when he pressed gently she opened slightly, letting him in. “Get it nice and wet.” She ran her tongue around the intruding digit. With her eyes closed almost all her senses were concentrated on sucking and licking as her mouth started to fill with saliva. She shivered at the touch of Stevie’s fingers on her eyes and moaned when he took his spit drenched digit out of her mouth and ran it lightly around her lips, then back in for another wetting and a visit to first one and then another of her stiff nipples, carefully coating both the tips and the areolas with her wetness.

Debbie felt the bed shift, Stevie’s weight no longer depressing it near her knees. The blissful memory of his finger between her lips receded as did the heat on her bum where she was spanked—so she became very aware again of the aching, throbbing stiffness between her legs. “What’s up with my clit?” she thought.

“Lie on your back and spread your legs wide.” Debbie rolled over and felt as Stevie tucked a pillow under her head. “Comfortable?”

“Up a bit please,” and the adjustment was quickly made.

“Lift your hips.” Debbie bent her knees and pressed down with her feet as a second pillow was pushed under her bum. Again Stevie asked for her comfort, and with his hands on her hips, some small moves left her feeling comfortable, relaxed and with her legs spread wide, very exposed.

The sound of a zipper told her that Stevie was getting undressed. The sound of paper being uncrumpled made her think, “His list. I wonder what’s on it.”

Debbie noticed just how quiet it was, normally she was quite a chatterbox, but today the flow of words seems to have dried up. Through the ceiling air-duct came Susan’s faint shout, “Oh my gaawwwd.” Debbie almost opened her eyes, but quickly squeezed them tight.

“Sounds like mum’s having fun. OK, you’re being pretty quiet. Any reason?”

“I dunno. It seems weird to me too. I just kind of feel I need your permission.”

“Well, permission granted. No shouting though.” Another on-the-edge-of-hearing but unmistakable wordless full-throated screaming duet dripping orgasmic excess came through the ventilation.

“I want to know how you really feel. I wanna be a great lover, not just with you, but all the girls in my life. I’m pretty sure I can make you like something, but I want to know when it’ll probably be good or bad anytime with... with... with whoever. I want to know lots of stuff that only you can honestly tell me.”

Debbie was pretty sure that Stevie was reading off the paper.

“So how do you really feel now?”

“Impatient. Susan’s getting her ashes hauled and we’re sitting here talking, and my clit is throbbing with every beat of my heart.”

“Yeah, Billy’s pretty impatient, I bet they’re almost done already and back for more pancakes.. But we’re going to take our time, right. We have all afternoon. So relax and enjoy it.”

On hearing “relax and enjoy” Debbie’s feelings downshift, it’s as though she’s just finished a big glass of expensive wine at a fancy restaurant; it is one of the useful shortcut trigger phrases that Stevie’s biological father Derrick taught Billy and Stevie when he handed control of the two women over to them.

Her hips pushed up and legs wide, Debbie sensed the foot of the bed lower itself slightly as Stevie sat between her legs. He wet his finger in his own mouth, then reached out to touch her. She jumped a little when contact is made with her clitoris. “Did that hurt?”

“No, but it’s very sensitive.”

“Does it always stick up like this? And this hard?” he said as he lightly moved his finger up and down it. Debbie gently shakes her tits. Which wobble on her prone chest. Stevie sees this and nods to himself.

“No,” she pants, “But it’s been like this since you sent me up here.”

He placed his palm flat on her pubis, “You’re hot down here.”

“I think I need you to fuck me before I’ll cool down. Probably a Derrick thing, they pop up in my life every once in a while. I can’t seem to be able to ask you to fuck me either, just shake my boobs in your direction. Because you said that’s OK.” She then shook her chest. And after a moment she did it again. And repeated it a third time.

Stevie gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling her stiff fleshy bud. “I get your message. Not yet. Stay horny. Does this hurt.”

“No it feels so goood! So gooood!”

“Eyes still closed? Good girl.” Debbie moans, “good girl” is another Derrick-set trigger, sending a wave of pleasure from her cunt up through her spine to flush her face. Not an orgasm, but close. Frustratingly close.

“You still haven’t answered my question, what do you really think of all this. Be honest, no secrets. You’ve been dodging all around it. Maybe this’ll help.” With that one—no two fingers entered her pussy to be partly withdrawn and reinserted at a slow deliberate pace. “Speak woman!”

She gasped and could see no way around—“I guess I like it. I mean I’ve watched you and always assumed that at some point we’d might have some fun when you grew up, though probably drunk after a party with both of us regretting it for a long time. I didn’t have a choice—about you and me and Billie and Susan, I mean—gasp—but no choice, no guilt. I don’t blame you or Billy for choosing to do this, I think it just proves you’re normal—and that Derrick isn’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t watching us now. Or at least recording us to wank off to later. The pervert.”

She feels the fingers pull out of her, and she shakes her tits. Then she puts on a sad face.

“Dammit Woman we’ll hump when I say so and not before. Stop shakin’ your udders and gettin’ all pouty.”

She can’t see the big grin on his face, and he’d been aping a semi-famous elder country bumpkin reality star, but she didn’t know that either. So she burst out in tears.

“Oh shit. Damn. Debbie stop crying. I didn’t mean it so hard, I was joking, putting on a fake voice. You knew that didn’t you?” She nods, eyes still shut but with tears on her cheeks. Stevie takes a tissue and wipes her dry. “You are a smart girl, aren’t you? It’s ok to be wrong but you capable of figuring out when I’m joking. For sure any time I call you ‘Woman’, OK? I want us to have fun together, and that means teasing and goofing around. Feel better?”

Stevie had an insight—or at least a flash of one—for something that really needs to be said, and have Billy say to his mom, “OK, this is important. Like when I tell you to do something that’s just like an expression, right? Like ‘Go jump in a lake’. Like, er, ‘Fuck off’. Use your best judgement as to what I mean. OK. If doing it is a bad idea, ask a second time.”

She nods and then smiles, “Yes, oh mighty lord of the rarely given penis,” while thinking to herself, “Tears work.”

“It’s coming. Just you wait. Soon too.”

At this Debbie’s fiery clit gets even hotter. Anticipating a fucking is another trigger, one that fires up all the nerves down below. Every time Stevie reassured her that a fuck was coming soon, she just got hotter. And he knew it. And he thought there was still a ways to go before he’d let her go off.

“I know, let’s kiss. You like kissing don’t you.” She stops sniffling. Stevie holds another Kleenex under her nostrils, “Blow” and has her clear each separately while he holds the tissue and wipes. “OK. Kissing.”

She shrugs, “Ah’m just a girl who cain’t say no,” and he gives her a puzzled look. “A song. From ‘Oklahoma’. Did it in glee club—didn’t know it’d come so true.”

“You gotta sing it for me sometime. Not now. Kisssss.”

Stevie arranged himself beside but not touching Debbie. First she felt his hand reaching around the back of her head and then the touch of his lips on hers. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his head as well, thinking how closely his curly blonde mop was like an untamed version of his mother’s. Slowly they opened their mouths and tongues met and danced.

All too soon they came up for breath, and Debbie realized that somewhere in the kiss they had moved naked body on naked body. One of his hands was still around her head, the other gripping her breast. She could feel his stiff pecker against her thigh. She couldn’t resist the contrary orders; she reached up under his palm and moved her breast and his hand back and forth. Then she started worrying Stevie would be angry for real this time. But instead he started laughing. “OK, you win, ya horny broad. You can always wiggle your tits at me, though you’ll obey when I can tell you to cut it out for an hour or two.” With that he pinched her perky nipple then stood up.

She heard the paper rustle when he flattened it, and followed his hands when he again spread her wide on her back. She felt a light tickling on her belly, and realized he’d put his paper upon her sex. His reassuring “Soon” only added kindling to the fire below. No relief came when the two fingers plunged back inside her twat, but instead of pistoning in and out as before Stevie pushed them in as far as they could go, then used his thumb to resume stroking her clit. She let out a low moan, “I didn’t finish. Telling you what I think of, you know, the situation. I had a plan. I was going to seduce you after your eighteenth birthday. Maybe not that day, but I’ve been having a fantasy of giving myself over to you then. A young handsome lover is something every lady of a certain age wants deep in their lustful hearts. I don’t know if it would have worked, but I was going to try. I’d thought that this was a Derrick thing working in my brain, and I was rehearsing what I’d say, what I’d wear, what we’d do—but it looks like this idea was all me, Derrick had different plans, similar but sooner. It gets confusing sometimes. You know, when someone is messing with your head and you know it.”

“Wow, that’s so cool. You absolutely have to seduce me on my eighteenth birthday—I’ll like play all innocent and hard to get and you’ll like be the horniest, sluttiest cock-hungry cougar in all Ohio—it’s a date! I can’t wait to tell Billy and Mom all about it. He’s going to be so jealous. I bet you’re going to be spectacular.” He rotated his cunt encased fingers and then resumed rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Do you like this? More or less than...” at which he pumped his hand in and out three times before resuming the clit twiddling.

Debbie blushed at the idea that Billy would see how slutty she could be. The thing about being a mind controlled sex-slave was any stray kinks could be blamed on the controller, and as Debbie said earlier, cause no guilt.

“They’re both real distracting,” which she follows with another tit-wiggle.

Stevie reads from his plan, “Right. Some fast tests and we’ll get at the main course. First, conscious physical commands. Put your hands behind your head and stick your chest out. This is known as Position #1, when you hear me ask for it, that’s what you do until I tell you to stop. Standing, sitting, lying down, whatever, hands behind head and tits out.”

“Ok relax. Now Position #1. Relax again. Take Position #1. Relax.” As Stevie repeated this, the thrusting up and down caused his fingers to move back and forth in her pussy. He pulls out of the dripping snatch and sniff his finger, “Geeze you’re wet. Good, we’re fucking soon.” She moans and shakes in anticipation.

“Test two—complex triggered suggestions. You aren’t allowed to make out with Susan unless both me and Billy say it’s OK. We’ll give you some general rules later for when it’s OK so you don’t have to ask every time. But for now every time. Which is important because your lust for her gets real strong when you know she’s just been making out, when there might be cum leaking out of her pussy and particularly if you think there’s some still drying jizz on her face or tits or belly. Legs too. Feet even. You’ll want to lick it all up. Like a perfect cupcake in a bakery window. It doesn’t matter who’s cum it is, what matters is that it’s on Susan, that’s what gets you hot. But you can’t act on it unless we say so, and set the conditions.”

“But it’ll probably be my son’s cum.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to have to get used to being an often semi-naked slutty mom around Billy. You can still feel embarrassed, but don’t let that stop you from doing what I say. In fact, from now on when you feel embarrassed it will slide into turned-on—at about the same strength, more embarrassed, more turned-on, more titty shaking. Hey, I just made that one up. Remind me to suggest it to Billy when all of us are together later. And when you do, make sure that Billy can hear you.” Stevie said, thinking, “That should test the embarrassment trigger pretty good.”

“Next test—involuntary physical reactions. If this works make it real loud, let them hear you upstairs and tremble in the might of your blast” Stevie grabbed her clitoral hood between his sticky first and second finger knuckles which caused her clit to pop out even farther and once he laid his thumb gently atop it he said, “Cum.”

Stevie had to pull his hands off her and cover his ears, so loudly did she scream as she came. She’d spurted all over his hand before he moved, so his left ear was sticky with her spurted juices, which dripped along his cheekbone and off his chin.

“Wow.”

A pungent stain was still spreading across the bottom half of the bed when her breathing slowed down to something like normal a couple of minutes later.

“Debbie, I want you to remember how that felt. How horny and frustrated you were. How you felt when the orgasm started, how long it lasted, how it felt at all the way through. We’re going to call this Memory #1 and whenever I tell you to you’ll remember it. If I tell you to feel it you’ll feel it. OK, you can open your eyes now.”

She blinked in the light, but there he was, standing naked by the bed, his dick sticking out. “Sugar, you sure look good.” And she truly thought he did, a bit skinny and not as athletic as Billy, and maybe not yet up to his full adult height, a nice masculine butt, dimpled, and a full thatch of pubic hair. Some pimples but they say sex cures those. She reached out for his rod, which he playfully slaps away. She deliberately gives her boobs just a hint of a shake and reaches down between her legs cupping her pussy, middle finger passing over her still stiff clit and into the top of her soaking wet vagina from the top knuckle to fingertip. She gently rubbed.

“Still hard? That didn’t give you any relief?”

“No. I’m as hot as ever, though... I guess I’m not feeling as desperate.”

“OK, Soon.” She moans in anticipation and the frustration returns. “Last test—Easter Egg,” Stevie reads from the paper in his hand.

“Er, what?”

“I’ll explain if it works. Now give me twenty dollars.”

Puzzled, she slides off the bed and goes to her purse, which sits on her vanity. She finds a bill in a side pocket and hands it to Stevie. He transfers it to the pocket of the shirt he was wearing, thrown messily on the bedside floor when he stripped bare. The naked Debbie stands deliberately close to the boy, her breasts brushing his. His cock is bobbing up and down and back and forth, telling her that Stevie isn’t as calm as he seems. But damn he has way more self-control than she expected. She knew then that her plan of being real accommodating in order to gain some say in what was happening was a losing strategy. He had way more natural control than she did. All she could do was ‘relax and enjoy’.

Standing there, they are almost exactly the same height. Stevie put his arms around her still slender waist and pulled her close into an upright kiss. She felt herself melting, legs weak as she let Stevie’s arms hold her up. She projected all her lust into her tongue, thinking, “Fuck me, dammit. Fuck. Me. Now.” Tongues entwined, she reaches down and grabs his bum and pulls his hips closer, his stiff penis is trapped between their tummies, and then she puts those four belly dancing classes she took ten years ago to work, not fast but deliberate undulations, rubbing up and down and back and forth. She thinks she’s finally getting somewhere when she feels the sticky wetness of his pre-cum, but he breaks the kiss and sits on the bed.

“Give me a blowjob,” he ordered. She went down on her knees between his legs and took him in her mouth. The head was sticky with his salty fluid, she twirled her tongue around it while her lips encased his shaft just underneath. Then she started to bob up and down, her hands fondling his balls and stroking the base of his cock.

All his self-control was gone. In the space of a few breaths he was cumming like he never has before, Debbie sucking and swallowing as best she can; still a little leaks out the corner of her mouth, and she lost all control when she heard Stevie say to her, “Cum” taking him as deep as any man had ever been down her throat, even her hung ex-husband who loved it but had questions about where she had acquired the skill.

Stevie had a pretty good idea of what a blowjob should feel like, but this was beyond—way beyond—what he expected. This suburban housewife could gold medal at the blow-job Olympics. This was the first time that Stevie felt he was totally in control, he’d kind of been going along because it was what Billy expected of him, and it fit his self-image. But, Holy Shit, who knew that Debbie could use her mouth, her lips, her teeth, her tongue, her throat like that, not choking for air, sucking all the jizz right down. Like a pro. Like a pro with lots of practice. He was so fucking lucky. Thank you Derrick. Thank you father. And Stevie was right; Derrick had done all sorts of interesting sex technique training of both Debbie and Susan, back when he thought he was going to keep them around longer. They knew the Karma Sutra positions by number. Debbie had to write one way-out kinky letter to Penthouse Forum every month for a year, most of them were published. Susan did a few shifts on the pole at a men’s club one town over and was told to pick the brains of the best dancers to perfect her stripping technique. Derrick made them find and watch all their husband’s porn, and later describe it to him in detail. Fun days, fun days.

Stevie fell back on the bed with an exhausted sigh. Debbie crawled beside him and took him in her mouth again, getting his prick nice and clean. Then she rose, went to her purse and took out an envelope, handing it to Stevie.

“Why’d you give this to me?”

“I don’t know.”

He sat up and opened the envelope. It’s a letter from Derrick. Bingo. Easter Egg confirmed.

Stevie motioned Debbie to come stand beside where he sits, and reached up to feel between her legs. “I see you’ve gone soft. I guess that sucking me off was enough to release you.”

“Yeah. Thank god, It was starting to drive me nuts.”

“You know, when I get hard, I’m going to fuck you for real. I promise. Hey, what’s this I feel? You’re stiff again! Oops.”

Debbie let out an exasperated sigh and jiggled her jugs.

Stevie smiled, “That never gets old. Go freshen yourself up while I read this. Bring out some towels to put over the wet spots on the bed. Hehe, I think you and Mom are going to be doing a lot of stinky laundry tonight.”

Debbie faced a dilemma with the bathroom door, to close it or not? Did she want him to hear while she tinkled? Would that give him ideas that she wanted to avoid? Would he be insulted if she closed it, or think it was natural. She settled half-way on mostly shut it but left open enough so Stevie could clearly hear the sound of the running tap water, which covered the sound of her massive piss and quick douche, and then her brushing her teeth and gargling with mouth wash—that should make him not stop to think about another kiss.

When she came out large beach towels were laid across the damper places on the bed, and Stevie motioned her to sit back at his feet. She rested between his spread thighs on one ass cheek with her legs bent at the knee and partly under the other one, an arm resting on his thigh.

“See what you can do to bring me back to life here.” She grips his limp dick and starts kissing it on the head while slowly stroking and Stevie starts explaining, “An Easter egg is something in video games and movies, it’s a thing—some kind of bonus treasure—that you can find, that’s hinted at but not really part of the important story of the game. Like this letter, I asked you for twenty bucks and a blow job—that’s the example Derrick used to me and Billy about you two and I repeated it—so you gave me this letter that you’d forgotten about. We aren’t supposed to tell Billy or Susan about this, understand.” She nods her head, his dick hardening slightly in her mouth. “But they probably know if Billy can follow my instructions. He’s supposed to try it with Susan too. Anyway this letter has lots of good stuff—but you’re not allowed to read it. Derrick says and so do I. But I can read you this part:

“Congratulation Stevie! Aren’t you the clever one! You’ve found one of the fun bonus’s I’ve set up. There’s $1500.00 credit waiting for you and Debbie at ‘Sexy and Slutty Stylings dot com’. It’s an online store with lots of fun clothes and sex toys and costumes. There’s a couple of catches though. You have to use at least $500 of it on something super-hot for Susan to wear. Something she’s never get for herself even if she was trying to dress for action. Debbie gets to choose what, including accessories. Debbie, you are to dress Susan in a way that Billy will want to throw her down and do her right there the first time he sees her. Better than buck naked. That is your mission. And you need to do the shopping within 14 days of getting this letter.”

“So I guess we’re going online shopping after dinner. I think you need some clothes that show off your tits when you do the wobble thing. And a mini-skirt. A real short black one.”

Debbie pulls her mouth off Stevie’s rapidly stiffening boner, shakes her tits and points at it. He laughed and said, “Climb aboard.”

She straddles him as he lays back sideways across the bed. “At least it’s dry here,” he thinks. She reaches down and grips his cock firmly; she’s not letting him escape this time. With a liquid “slorsh” sound he slips right in as she brings her weight down on his crotch. It’s different than his self-stroking with hand lotion, more complete, more skin to skin friction. He feels her all around all at once, she’s come down hard and he has to adjust his hips a bit to keep from being bent sideways.

“Yeah, side-to-side,” she moans.

An attempt to stifle his “Oh Gawd!” fails as she grinds their sex together, then lifts and returns again and again. He reaches down to cup her bum in both hands, not guiding or setting the pace, but along for the ride with an occasional squeeze. This is even better than the blow job! “Faster,” he commands and she speeds up as he reaches up to her dangling boobs. “Anghhh, ahngggh, aieeeee,” he shouts as he blasts inside her. That triggered her orgasm, not as mind-blowing as the last one, but still it took her a moment to clear her head and catch her breath afterwards.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Stevie leapt up and out of her and started pacing the room. “I forgot the condom!” “Crap, it’s here, see,” he shows her a still foil wrapped packet from his pants pocket. “Shit, tell me you’re on birth control. Shit I am so dumb. Aw man, dumb, dumb, dumb.”

“No I’m not on the pill. And if I started today it might take a week to be effective.”

“Shit.”

“But last night I renewed my prescription for morning-after pills. Enough for the short term for me and Susan and the occasional whoopsie. Not totally real great for our health, but ok once in a while. We should be using condoms instead until we get something better happening. Unless you want to get us pregnant.”

“Whew! Thank you. I owe you one. A big one. Remind me when you really want something that I can do something about. Save it for something big. But knock you up? Naw, me and Billy talked about it ’cause Derrick said something in the video. Not even thinking about it for a year at least, we agreed. Maybe after. But hey! Give Derrick some grandkids? How about that?”

“Not what I was planning.”

“Well, anything you were planning has hit a bit of a snag, hasn’t it. I love that this whole “Cheerfully do whatever Stevie says” thing hasn’t made you a stupid bimbo or anything. And I love that you thought ahead on the pills. I guess I really am a stupid teenager. Well sometimes. Hey! You just took my virginity? Do you feel any different? I do. How about another kiss. And cuddle. Nice and slow and tender.” Stevie sat up cross-legged Indian-fashioned on the bed, back against the headboard, and Debbie curled up under his arm and their lips met again as they teased each other with their lips, their teeth and finally their tongues.

Debbie woke up first, her head in his lap, she had been dreaming about chipmunks and still in a half-awake dream fog she realized Stevie’s balls were in her mouth and she had been sleep-stroking them with her tongue. She slowly scanned up to see the rigid rod over her cheek and Stevie asleep, snoring gently, still sitting cross-legged and upright, but with his head tossed back and his mouth wide open.

Debbie shifted her weight just a little, still gently sucking his balls, but this was enough to wake him. She pushes her mouth empty with her tongue, and turns in place, her head across his lap looking up.

“Mmmmmm, I’m hard again. What’ll we do now? What haven’t we done Debbie?”

“You haven’t eaten my pussy.”

“Yeah, ok that’s one. I want to do that. I want get good at it. But that doesn’t take care of my johnson.”

“We could 69.”

“Right. That’s two. You give a mean blow-job by the way. What else do you like to do?”

“Er, I like to get my ass fucked. I mean gently with lube. It’s a Derrick thing. So now I like it a lot.”

Stevie strokes his chin like a comic book psychiatrist. “Very interesting, tell me more.”

“It goes back to when we first met. He, er, made me like shoving something in particular up my bum and masturbating with it until I cum.”

“Like what? A dildo?”

“No, a common salad veggie.”

“A tomato?”

“No you goofball, tomatoes are fruit. A cucumber. I just get the urge every once and a while and abuse a vegetable.”

“Wow.”

“But it means you can fuck my ass all you want without worrying you’re going to degrade me. Derrick already does that with his birthday cards.”

Stevie motioned for her to lie across his lap, he’s still sitting up, back against the headboard, but his legs now go out straight and Debbie’s face down, her spread hips across his thighs at a right angle, her bum cheeks held open by his left-hand fingers. His dry right pointer presses against her sphincter.

He’s shocked when she jumps up and says, “Be right back” and goes into the bathroom. Well, he hadn’t told her to stay, or given her any orders other than to talk about her ass. There’s some sounds of glass perfume and makeup bottles moving against each other, then a cry of “Found it.”

Debbie runs back out and hands Stevie a jar and gets right back in the same position with her bum pushed out and a quick wiggle. “Ready.”

Stevie looks inside the jar, a “personal body” cream/lubricant. He dips a finger it and smells it. Sort of nutty, not like petroleum jelly at all. Kind of pleasant. Again he spread her cheeks and this time brings his greasy finger to run around the outside of her sphincter, leaving it with an oily glow. Debbie found her breath going faster and her heart starting to race.

A quick re-dip in the cream and a bigger dollop falls directly in her nether opening. He pushed it inside, spreading in all directions. “Tell me about these cards. The degrading ones.”

And Debbie was feeling so good, her ass was relaxing nicely from his massage of her ring muscles, things with Stevie were going way better than she had expected, but this question left her suddenly feeling cold and humiliated. And humiliated soon turned into turned on. She was sure that she’d been compelled to mention it as part of whatever conditioning Derrick had done. So she told all, “You know I have a lot of cameras and photography stuff. A new camera every second year, best of the line top notch professional accessories, lenses or software on a new really good computer, studio lights, whatever in the alternate years. That’s what Derrick sends me on my birthday. In turn I always send him a new picture of me with a cucumber up my ass on his. And I have to have it professionally printed, cut and folded so it looks like a real store-bought Hallmark. That’s been embarrassing a couple of times before I figured how to do it all myself, I’ll tell you. With some kind of cutesy verse inside about how much I love the green thing up my butt... which I also have to write... at least eight lines. I know every fuckin? word that rhymes or even only seems to rhyme, number, lumber, disencumber, raw burnt umber?”

“How much of this do you usually use?”

“Three or four fingers full. You’ll know when you go in. What you’re doing feels good, but you can push harder and further, I’m not a virgin there you know.”

“No you’re a vegan’s worse nightmare, an abuser of poor innocent green things. You wouldn’t have any of these photos, would you?”

Debbie had been hoping to avoid the whole asscumber thing, and in particular the scrap book she kept with copies of all of the cards neatly clipped in. So of course she told him all about it. Not only did he say that he wants to see the book, he also wanted to be there when she took next year’s picture. “Maybe we’ll invite Billy and Susan to watch too. You know, make a party of it.”

Right then Debbie could count one possible thing she might use her favour from Stevie for. “Best wait, in case there is worse to come,” she concluded.

At last Stevie had lubed as far as he could reach with his pointer up her ass, and when he pulled out Debbie got up on her hands and knees, “Put some on your dick too.”

It wasn’t quite the eighth greatest ass-fucking Debbie had ever had—she kept track—Stevie was a little too cautious and deferential, no wild-man he. She didn’t despair; she knew that she could teach him to do better. Go for third next time. And he seemed to enjoy it well enough, but maybe they were both feeling wore-out tired and a little jaded from all the heavy sex.

Somewhere in the background as they recovered limbs entwined on the bed was the distant sound of running water which then cuts off.

Stevie stood up, stretched, his wang hanging limp and well used, and gathered his clothes in his naked arms and turned to Debbie, “I’m going to have a shower. Come on, you can scrub my back.”