The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lying prone, the passenger seat reclined, Becka Carver looked up, out the window of the car, at the stars. She sighed. “Master Mine, could you please explain to your humble slave, one more time, why we needed to drive to Denver, instead of just flying?”

Daniel, her husband, sighed in turn, plowing along at a speed far in excess of the posted limit. “Why, to see the gorgeous Utah scenery, of course, love,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Except for the small arc of Interstate 80 illuminated by the headlights, the world was an enormous sea of blackness, the moonless, starry sky hovering above it; they could have been speeding across Utah, Africa, or the surface of Mars.

Becka rolled over onto her side, her huge dark eyes blinking up at Daniel. “Ah. Of course. Your obedient sex toy begs forgiveness for her impertinence,” she said, in a voice that was impertinence itself.

“Dumb insolence doesn’t become you, darling,” said Daniel with a grin.

“Oh? And what does become me?” she asked, blinking coyly.

“Among other things, a cock in your mouth, Rebecca darling. But please, not right now. I want to die happy, but only when absolutely required,” he said, staring off down the road. A few seconds passed in silence. “I could use some coffee.”

Becka rolled over onto her back, reached beside her, and sprung the seat back upright. She pushed her long, curly black hair out of her face. “Yeah. Me, too. Next time, an ‘early start’ should probably mean we get on the road early, not that we wake up at 9am, spend the morning rolling around in bed with Esther, and then hit the road at two in the afternoon.”

Daniel looked over, mock-offended. “Puritan!”

Becka pulled herself up arrogantly, nose in the air. “Flake,” she retorted.

“Frigid!”

“Disorganized!”

“Judgmental!”

“Irresponsible!”

“Slut,” Daniel declared, still grinning, his voice rolling the word voluptuously.

Becka blinked, and turned to look at him. She swallowed. “Uh, Daniel, we’re going nearly 95 miles per hour.”

Daniel chuckled pleasantly. “Whore. Tart. Round-heeled slut. You just can’t keep your legs together, can you?” he said, glancing at her.

Becka pulled up her dark green dress, exposing her shaved pussy. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Master?” she asked, parting her thighs.

Daniel laughed. “Dear, I’m a flake and disorganized, not to mention irresponsible. Who said I was wise? Anyway, you’re the one with the wet cunt, and I’m driving, not you. You can’t keep your hands off of it, can you?”

Becka’s fingers had found her clit, and were making small, fast circles. “Noooo, not when you do that,” she said, with a sigh.

Daniel watched for a moment, then turned back to the road. “Recline the seat, darling, make yourself comfortable. I’ll let you know when I see an outpost of civilization. Meanwhile, enjoy yourself.”

Becka complied, her mouth slightly open in a secret smile, masturbating frantically. The first of her orgasms arrived in less than four miles.

The wheels of the car crunched on gravel as Daniel manuevered it into a parking space between two semis. Becka examined the front of the brightly-lit diner without enthusiasm. ”This is civilization?” she asked.

Daniel turned off the car and shrugged. “Civilization being loosely defined as coffee and rest rooms, yes. Shall we?”

Becka shook her head. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things,” she said wryly. They both paused, and Becka started giggling, slipping stocking feet into her pumps. “Forget I said that,” she managed to gasp out, still laughing when Daniel opened the car door for her. She smoothed her dress down as they walked towards the entrance.

The diner was empty except for a few truckers at the counter. The waitress, her gray hair assembled into a beehive, was reading a paperback behind the counter. She looked up with an expression of practiced boredom. “Anywhere you want,” she said, waving her book vaguely.

Grabbing menus, Daniel led them to a booth. They slid in along the none-too-clean vinyl. Becka crossed her legs as one of the truckers at the counter tried to peep up her very short dress. “Oh, look, they have both kinds of food here: fried and deep-fried,” she said, not looking up.

“Who was planning to eat this stuff?” Daniel asked. “If I want to get gas, I’ll stop at the Texaco across the road.”

The waitress, having finished her chapter, wandered over. “What can I get y’all?” she asked, examining her greasy order pad.

“Just coffee for us,” Daniel said. “We’ll... uh, keep looking at the menus,” he added, quickly, as the waitress shot him a look of disapproval.

Becka was staring at him as the waitress walked off. She leaned over, whispering, “Daniel, you could turn a nun into a ten dollar crack whore with a bus stop conversation, and you’re intimidated by her?”

Daniel shrugged, wearing an expression of amused resignation. “I don’t want to wear out the batteries,” he said mildly. Becka stared at him a moment longer, shook her head, and went back to the menu.

The coffee arrived; with repeated application of milk and sugar, it was turned into something that was not inimical to human life. The conversation died out as they sipped, Daniel looking at the map, Becka watching the other people in the diner. After a few minutes, Daniel heard Becka’s small intake of breath, and looked up. She was looking over his shoulder. “New arrivals. At the counter. Backpacks,” she said, nodding slightly.

Trying to look casual, Daniel turned himself around in the booth, leaning up against the window. He followed Becka’s gaze down the counter. Sitting at the counter, examining the menu with a familiar look of dismay were two young hitchhikers, frame backpacks leaning up against the backs of the stools. Daniel studied them with a practiced eye. College kids, he concluded.

The man, almost still a boy, was very good-looking; blond hair pulled back into a long ponytail, clean-shaven, blue eyes, slender but not frail. He was studying the menu through glasses, his head tilted up, making a comic profile of serious reading. Probably a nerd, Daniel concluded, but still handsome, especially for his age. Daniel put him at no older than 20.

The girl was about as old. She was tall, probably 5′ 10″ or so; short, curly orange-red hair surrounded a heavily freckled face. Painfully thin, pale skin, she had the potential of being very cute, at least from the side. He was about to turn back to Becka, when the redhead turned to her companion and smiled. Daniel realized what had produced Becka’s intake of breath; in that instant, the girl went from cute to radiant, her smile an enormous array of perfect white teeth, a smile filled with intelligence and good humor. Green eyes twinkled above a small, pert nose.

Daniel swiveled around again, eyebrows raised. “She’s cute.”

Becka nodded. “They’re both cute. Did you see that smile?”

“Indeed.” He paused, and sighed. “They’re probably going west, though, and we really can’t take the time to backtrack far enough to do them any good.”

“I know,” Becka agreed. “But I didn’t want you to miss out on them.”

They sat quietly for a while longer, Daniel occasionally turning to check out the two at the counter. They were eating quietly, reading. Suddenly, the redhead put her book down, and walked over to the waitress. The waitress gestured with her book towards the other side of the diner in answer to the unheard question.

Daniel leaned over. “Becka: ladies room. Now.”

Becka looked up and blinked. “What?”

Daniel said, “Our friend with the smile is on her way. Chat her up.”

Becka slid out of the bench with a smirk. “I hear and obey, Master.” She strutted off in the direction Daniel had indicated, making heads swivel among the truckers as her long legs in her short skirt swished past them.

Daniel sat back, glancing at her companion. The male hitchhiker was following Becka with his eyes, oblivious to Daniel’s stare. Daniel turned back with a smile. Good taste, my lad, he thought to himself. Let’s see what we can find out about you two.

After ten minutes, Becka and the girl were walking back down the aisle together, chatting amiably. Daniel smiled as they approached the booth. The redhead gesture dtowards her companion, and Daniel turned to see the man get up from the counter and come towards the booth.

“Daniel, this is Sherry. Sherry, my husband, Daniel,” Becka said, as Daniel slid out of the booth to shake Sherry’s hand. Daniel met Sherry’s eye, and was rewarded by another smile. He turned as the other man approached. Sherry continued the introductions. “Will, this is Daniel, and this is Becka. Becka said that they had room in their car for two more going east. It sounds more comfortable than another truck cab,” she said. Nice voice, though Daniel; light, full, clear. Daniel considered himself, with reason, an expert on voices.

Will gave a small smile. “Wow, that would... would be great, thanks, yeah.” Daniel sighed silently. Well, he’s certainly not the social director of this outfit, he thought; that’s OK, it’s not like he’s interviewing for a job.

“How far are you two going?” Becka asked.

Sherry seemed a bit abashed. “Uh, all the way to Laramie...”

Daniel nodded. “No problem. We’re going through Laramie on our way to I-25, down to Denver; you can ride all the way with us.”

Sherry perked up considerably. “Oh, this is such good luck. C’mon, Will, let’s pay up and get going.” She trotted back to the backpacks, Will trailing in her wake.

Daniel turned to Becka. “Good work, dear. So, what do you think?”

Becka smiled. “I think I’m glad we’re not flying to Denver.”

Backpacks loaded into the Mercedes’ trunk, Daniel steered the car back out onto freeway. “So, uh, Daniel, what do you do?” Sherry asked, leaning forward between the front seats.

Daniel looked to the side, studying her face at close range. “I’m with the Thyson-Schnelling Group. You’ve almost certainly never heard of us,” he said with a laugh.

Sherry just nodded. Daniel continued, “We’re just a holding company. We buy cheap companies, spruce them up, and sell them off once they’re back on their feet. I fix up the marketing departments of the companies we buy, teach them to lie more convincingly.” Sherry chuckled.

“So, Becka, what about you?” she asked, turning towards the passenger seat.

“Banking. I run the loan office for the last tiny bank in California. But my aspiration is to be a kept woman,” Becka replied with a placid smile. Sherry laughed. “Really? Cool. I’d love to be a kept woman.”

Will piped up. “I’d keep you, Sherry.”

Sherry turned around, looking at Will impatiently. “Yeah. Right.” She turned back to Daniel. “So, what takes you to Denver?”

“A wedding. Friends of ours getting married. I’m the best man,” said Daniel.

“Oh, I love weddings!” exclaimed Sherry. “Are you in the wedding party too, Becka?”

Becka shook her head. “No. I’m the entertainment at the bachelor party,” she said calmly.

Becka and Daniel enjoyed their passengers’ stunned disbelief. “Belly dancing,” Becka continued, holding up her hands and made finger-cymbal gestures in the air. “Clink, clink.”

Will and Sherry laughed as the moment of incredulity broke. “Oh, that’s so cool,” Sherry said.

“Sherry, what’s in Laramie?” Daniel asked, eyes still on the road.

“School. University of Wyoming. Both Will and I go there.”

“Major?”

“Classics,” Sherry replied. There was silence from the backseat. “Will’s math.”

Daniel nodded, smiling with approval. “I’m glad to see not everyone thinks of a University as a trade school. That’s great.”

While Sherry and Daniel chatted, Becka pulled down the sun visor, and studied Will in the vanity mirror. He was staring at Sherry’s back. Becka had no trouble at all placing that look; he’s pining after her, she thought. Poor thing. Will glanced over, noticing Becka’s regard; with a vivid blush, he looked down. Becka giggled softly, and snapped the visor back up.

Sherry had sat back, and was staring out the window, watching the blackness race past. Daniel looked over at Becka; she nodded back.

Daniel called back to the passengers, “So, are you a couple? Married?”

Sherry nearly jumped out of her seat. “No, no, no, we’re just travelling together. Friends from school. Will has a girlfriend back in Laramie.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Really, Will? What’s she like?”

Will coughed nervously. “Well, she’s... uh...”

“C’mon, Will, tell us all about it,” Daniel prodded.

The younger man took a deep breath, and the words started pouring out. “Well, Caroline isn’t really a girlfriend, I guess, I mean, we go out and all that and she likes to think we’re going steady but, well, you know, she wants to wait until we’re married and I’m not sure we’re even going to get married, and I’m not even sure that I want to marry her... and I’m sure that I really don’t want to get married to someone without knowing, you know, what...”

Daniel nodded, sympathetically. “You don’t want to marry someone without knowing what she’s like in bed. Is that it?”

Will nodded, his blush growing positive lurid. “Yeah. That’s it.”

“And Caroline won’t put out?”

“Aaaaah.... no,” concluded Will, studying the back of Becka’s seat carefully.

Daniel nodded, “Sensible attitude on your part. So, Sherry, anyone special back in Laramie?”

“Well, no. Not really. Most of the guys back at school are kind of boring, you know?” Sherry said. “I guess I haven’t found anyone that attractive.”

Daniel nodded, eyes still fixed on the road. “Are you a virgin? You can tell us, we’re all friends here.”

A small squeak of surprise or horror came from the back seat, followed by a long pause. Sherry’s voice resumed, quieter. “Um, no, no, I’m not a virgin. I had a boyfriend in high school that I... I slept with a couple of times. But I stopped seeing him... it wasn’t very much fun, and I never, uh, you know, enjoyed it very much.” She paused. “Why am I telling you this?” she asked, sounding honestly confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” instructed Daniel. “C’mon, Sherry, you’re obviously bright. What you mean is, you never had an orgasm, no? He never brought you off, right?”

Sherry wilted ever further. “Yeah. I never came.”

With a smile and nod, Daniel asked, “Will, how about you? Still got your cherry?”

A long pause. “Um, well. Uh. Yeah,” said Will, even softer than Sherry. “I’ve messed around, you know, heavy petting, but never...”

“... put it in,” finished Daniel for him.

“Right. Put it in.” Will sounded like he was ready to curl up and die.

“Hmmmm,” said Daniel, thoughtful. He considered this for a few moments. “Sherry? Will? When do you need to be Laramie?”

“Well, it’s what, Tuesday night? Wednesday morning? We told everyone we’d be back by Friday. Why do you ask?” Sherry asked, her voice slowly recovering.

Daniel didn’t answer the question. He turned to Becka. “Love, do you have the AAA book for Utah? Great. Get the dome light and find us a place to stop for the night. I think the four of us need to have a little chat,” he said, smiling at Will and Sherry in the rear view mirror.

Highland Creek consisted of a few mobile homes, a Denny’s, and the Highland Creek Lodge, which the AAA Tour Guide had insisted was almost entirely free of vermin. As Daniel registered, Becka, Will and Sherry examined it through the windows of the Mercedes. “Um, Becka... are you sure this is going to be OK?” Will asked, hesitantly.

Becka turned around, and smiled at the two of them. They look like they are on their way to their execution, she thought. The Slaughter of the Innocents. “Everything’s going to be fine,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring.

Sherry looked around, white as a sheet. “Daniel’s... well, he’s very...”

“Nice?” Becka suggested.

“No, well, yes, he is nice, but that’s not what I meant. When he explains things, he’s very, very...”

“Persuasive?”

The redhead nodded. “Right. Persuasive. I can’t believe that I... that we agreed to stop and get a room. Like, you’re both very nice, but...”

Becka shook her head with a grin. “Don’t worry about it. We needed to stop for the night eventually, right?”

Sherry looked at her for a moment. “Uh, right.” She looked back out the side window.

Turning around, Becka saw Daniel coming across the parking lot, tossing and catching what proved to be the room key. He got in and started the car. “They have a suite in this place, would you believe?”

Will finally found his voice. “Uh, how... how much is it?”

Daniel chuckled. “Who knows? He gave it to me for free. After all, it was just going to go empty tonight.”

Will and Sherry exchanged wide-eyed looks. Becka made a face at Daniel. “Batteries fully recharged?” she asked with a smirk. Daniel just smiled, as he pulled the car into the stall in front of the room. Will and Sherry exchanged another uncomprehending look.

Daniel and Becka sat in chairs beside the bed in the first room of the suite (in fact, just two adjoining rooms), examining Sherry and Will kindly, Daniel across from Sherry, Will to her right, Becka across from him. The two students sat on the bed facing them, looking around nervously at anything but each other, or the older couple studying them. The whole scene was like a surreal parent-children conference, Becka thought, stifling a giggle.

Daniel leaned forward, fingers laced together, head on his folded hands. “Well. Will, let’s start. I’m going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer completely and truthfully, OK? Sherry, just listen for now, OK?”

Will nodded, staring at a particularly fascinating place on the floor. Sherry met Daniel’s eyes, and stammered for a moment, “But... what’s... why...” A second later, she seemed to collapse slightly. “OK. Sure.”

Daniel turned back to Will. “Will, you’re interested in Sherry, right?” He nodded silently. “I can understand that, she’s a very attractive young woman. Have you said anything to her to indicate that you’re interested?”

“Well,” Will began, stammering. “I... I thought I did. I mean, when we were in California, I tried to, you know, ask her if she wanted a back rub or something...”

“A back rub. Or something. OK, it’s a start,” Daniel said. “Did she accept?” Will shook his head. Sherry opened her mouth, but was silenced by a glance from Daniel. “Why not, do you think?”

Will studied the floor. “I... I guess I’m not attractive.”

Daniel and Becka exchanged looks. “Personally, I think you have the potential to be quite attractive. Becka is quite the expert on appearance, both male and female, and I know she thinks you are not unappealing at all.” Becka nodded silently, with an encouraging smile. “Will, stand up. Let’s see what we have to work with, here,” he directed.

With a pleading look at Sherry, Will complied. Daniel and Becka eyed him, top to bottom. “Well, Will, I’ll be frank,” Daniel said. “The jeans-and-t-shirt look is not flattering to anyone unless you’re a rock star. And usually not even then. But clothes are not destiny. Undress, and we’ll see what the whole package looks like.”

Will blanched. “Undress? Uh, here?”

“Well, yes,” Daniel said, sounding surprised. “The whole idea is to get an idea of how attractive you really are. You can do it, Will. The clothes. Off. Now.” His tone hadn’t changed much, but a note of insistence had crept in to it nonetheless.

As Will started undoing his shoelaces, Sherry giggled, softly. Will jumped, looking like he was ready to crawl under the bed. “OK, Sherry, tell the class: what’s so funny?” Daniel asked, not unkindly.

Sherry had a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back the laughter. “Well, it’s just... you know, women are always worrying if they’re really attractive and if they’re body is really good enough and we’re being judged by guys about every little thing, and it’s...”

“...funny seeing a guy go through it, right?” Becka finished, nearly laughing herself.

“Uh, right.”

Daniel smiled. “It is funny. Enjoy it, Sherry... you’re next, after all.”

Sherry squeaked, and found her own interesting spot on the carpet.

A couple of minutes later, Will stood in the middle of the triangle formed by Becka, Daniel and Sherry, entirely naked, hands behind his head, turning slowly. “So, Ms. Carver,” Daniel said with a tone of mock solemnity. “What’s your report to the committee?”

Becka cocked her head, stroking her chin, the very model of a woman sitting in judgment. “I’d give him a high 8 or low 9, I’d say. Thin, but not scrawny, nice muscle development. Very nice ass, tight and well-formed. Good distribution of body hair, not particular hairy but not sparse at all, looks very soft.” She leaned forward. “Long fingers, strong hands, I’m always a sucker for those. Very nice eyes, good chin. Hair’s a great color, lovely shade of blond.

“Will, stop there, please,” Becka commanded, when he was turned directly towards her. “Now, of course, the penis question,” she said, looking between Sherry and Daniel, her tone professorial. “Most men assume that bigger is always better, but speaking as a small woman, I can assure you that is not the case. There is nothing less pleasant that having a too-long member threatening to shove your cervix into your kidneys.”

“Now,” she continued, turning back towards Will, looking directly at his crotch, “the example here looks neither large nor small, but that is typical for a male organ in its unaroused state.” With a barely-suppressed grin, she commented, “Why our friend here finds the proceedings unerotic, I haven’t the foggiest idea. In any event, cock size is difficult to determine without an erection. May I have the permission of the chairman to proceed?” She cocked an eyebrow at Daniel.

“Of course, Ms. Carver,” Daniel said, continuing in his most serious tone. “Will, please cooperate fully with Ms. Carver in this matter.”

“Uh... yessir,” Will managed to get out, looking ready to pass out from hyperventilation.

Becka looked up and met Will’s eyes. “This won’t hurt at all,” she said, leaning forward, opening her mouth, sliding her hands over his hips, grabbing firmly. With an expert flick of her tongue, she flipped his flaccid member into her mouth. “Sherry,” Daniel said, turning to the redhead, who was again staring directly at the floor, “watch this, please. I think you’ll find it interesting.” Sherry blinked up, and followed Daniel’s gaze, her eyes widening as she saw Will’s rapidly-growing member slide in and out between Becka’s red lips. “Interesting...” she murmured, mostly to herself.

After a minute or so, Becka pulled back with a small gasp. “There,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, Will?” she asked with a grin. “No, I’d never, that was the first... Uh, it... it was incredible,” Will managed, panting. Her hands still on his hips, she slowly pushed him through a quarter-turn, showing his erection off to Daniel and Sherry.

Becka smiled. “Very nice, I think. I’d say 7”, and thicker than average. Uncircumsized, which is unusual among American men.”

Daniel looked at Sherry. “What do you think, Sherry? I think he has quite a nice cock.”

Sherry started at Will’s cock, unblinking. “Yeah... yeah, he has a nice cock,” she said, softly.

“You wouldn’t mind having a cock like that inside of you, would you?”

“I... I... I wouldn’t mind,” Sherry began, hestitating, “having a cock... like that, uh?”

Daniel sighed. “Sherry, you don’t have to be coy: You’d enjoy having that cock in your cunt. Say that.”

Sherry took a deep breath, her eyes never wavering. “I’d enjoy having that cock in my cunt.” She blinked. “I’ve never called... you know, my, uh.”

“You’ve never called your cunt your cunt, right?”

“Right. I’ve never called my cunt... my cunt,” Sherry concluded, looking at Daniel, eyes huge.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Will,” Daniel said, turning to the still-standing young man, his erection in the middle of their sight lines. “Sit back down, and just... well, masturbate. Not to orgasm. Keep that hard-on, you’ll need it later.”

Will returned to the bed, and slid his fingers around his cock, gingerly. He started stroking, looking between the three of them.

Daniel turned back to Sherry. “OK, Sherry, you’ve never used the word ‘cunt’ before. I think it’s time to learn some new vocabulary. Stand up and strip for us, please.”

Sherry gave another small squeak as she rose to her feet. “Do... do I... have to?” she pleaded.

“Come now, Sherry, Will was such a good sport. Be a good sport. Cooperate. Strip,” Daniel said, his voice once again growing insistent.

Sherry reached up, and started unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes never leaving Daniel’s. “Cooperate, OK,” she said softly.

The slender redhead stood in the middle of the three others, hands behind her head, turning just as Will had been turning a few minutes before. She stared out directly forward. Her whole body was covered with constellations of freckles, like the mottling on a pale, exotic cat. Her whip-thin body seemed to have almost no fat on it, despite her gentle curves; her ribs were clearly visible, her breasts tiny and topped with small, florid red nipples, her ass boyish. Her pubic triangle was a wild forest of dark red hair, perfectly matching her head’s full, rich mass.

“Very, very nice,” Daniel said, his eyes tracing her from head to toe. “Becka, your opinion?”

“With a spoon,” she said with a small giggle. If possible, Sherry’s blush deepened, but she complied with Daniel’s instructions to simply turn and not react.

“Will? Now that you’ve gotten to see it all, what do you think?” Daniel asked, looking around Sherry’s hips.

“Uh... she’s... she’s incredible,” Will said, his eyes huge.

Daniel nodded. “I agree. OK, Sherry, sit back down. Slide back on the bed, and spread your legs.”

Sherry blinked, and sat back down. “Uh... legs...?” she asked, hesitantly.

Daniel sighed. “Come now, you know. Legs open. Slide back a ways,” he instructed her, as she slowly pushed back into the middle of the bed. “Right. Now, knees up, thighs apart,” he continued, watching her slowly open her legs, showing her bright-pink slit, labia full and heavy. Sherry leaned back, still staring at Daniel.

“That’s perfect, Sherry. OK, what’s that region between your legs? With the labia?”

“It’s... it’s my, uh, vulva,” Sherry said, softly.

Daniel clucked his tongue. “Sherry, listen. Clinical words are for use in a clinic. Save those for your next pelvic exam. For fucking, you use fuck-words. OK, now, repeat after me.” Sherry nodded, blankly. “That is your pussy,” he said.

“My pussy.”

“Your cunt.”

“My cunt.”

“Your twat.”

“My twaat?” Sherry replied, uncertainly.

Daniel shook his head. “’Twat’ rhymes with ‘knot,’ not with ‘hat.’ Your twat.”

“My twat.”

“Much better. Your slit.”

“My slit.”

“Your beaver.”

“My beaver.”

“Your quim.”

“My... quim. ‘Qu,’ right?” Sherry asked, wide-eyed.

“Right. ‘Qu.’ Your snatch.”

“My snatch.

“Your fuck hole.”

“My fuck hole.”

“Your zulo.”

“My... zulo?” Sherry asked, suddenly confused.

Daniel laughed. “Never mind that one, it’s Basque.” He turned to Becka. “Any important terms I’ve forgotten, dear?” Becka shook her head. “Much better. Let’s use what we’ve learned, OK? Now, suppose you were going to ask Will to have sex with you. What would you say?” Sherry opened her mouth, still staring at Daniel. “Say it to him, not to me, he’s Will,” he added quickly.

Sherry took a deep breath, and looked over at Will. “Will, could you, uh, make love to me?”

Will took a deep breath, and was about to reply, but Daniel cut him off. “Not so fast, Will, one step at a time.” He turned back to Sherry. “That’s fine if you are really interested in making love with Will. Do you love him?” he asked. Sherry shook her head, slowly, eyes still on Will. “Right. So, try again. Nastier. You want to get fucked, remember.”

“Will... Will, would you please fuck my twat?” Sherry asked, shyly, getting the pronunciation right.

Daniel clapped his hands once. “Much, much better! But not so polite. You’re not asking him to do you a favor. You’re a very attractive woman, and I’m sure lots of guys would like to get between your legs. Demand it.”

“Fuck my cunt, now!” Sherry growled at Will, her voice stronger.

“Dear, you’re a natural,” Daniel said, real pleasure in his voice. He looked at her pussy for a moment, considering. “Normally, I’d encourage you to use more adjectives, such as ‘hot’ and ‘wet’ and so forth, but your parts south don’t really seem to be in the mood.” He looked over at Will. “Ever eat a pussy, Will?”

Will blinked. “Uh, yeah. Once.”

Daniel nodded. “Let’s make it twice. OK, Sherry,” he said, turning back to her. “Ask Will to go down on you. Really make it good. And you’ll let him, of course,” he added.

“Will, uh...” Sherry started. “Uh, Will... Will, please, I’d love it if you’d eat my pussy.”

Will stared at her cunt, immobile. “OK, Will, go for it,” Daniel said.

Slowly, Will moved over, rolling onto his stomach. He slid up between Sherry’s legs. After a few seconds, Sherry shrieked. “Waaa... watch those teeth, Will!” she said with a soft snarl. Will apologized, and resumed his ministrations, only to have Sherry give a squeak and jump back. “Hey! That tickles!”

Daniel lowered his face into his hands. “OK, OK, stop, stop!” he said, sounding like a director whose actors had flubbed their lines for the tenth time. “Will, sit back up.” Will complied, eyes downcast. “Listen, we’re going to have to handle this differently,” Daniel said, looking between Will and Sherry, sitting naked on the bed, returning his gaze, embarassed. A few moments passed.

Daniel looked over at Becka. “Dear, stand up and take your dress off, please.” Without hesitation, Becka nodded and stood, pulling her dress up over her head, and draping it over the back of the chair. She was wearing neither panties or bra; she stood, hands behind her back, naked except for her dark green stockings, garter belt, and shoes. “Becka, I think Will needs Pussy 101. There’s another room, why don’t you spend some time with him there?” He turned back to Will. “Go with Becka, and do what she says. She’s very talented, and I’m sure you’ll learn quite a bit.”

Will stood, eyes riveted on Becka’s petite form. Without a glance back, Becka started walking towards the door to the other room, grabbing her purse off of the chair as she passed. Will followed, eyes glued to her ass. Daniel smiled as they closed the door behind them.

Daniel turned back, and studied Sherry. She was still sitting on the bed, leaning back, her legs spread. Her green eyes, huge and slightly scared, met Daniel’s gaze. “Now, Sherry,” he said, “while those two are busy, what are we going to do with you?”

Sherry made another small noise, her eyes widening even farther.

The door closed, Becka flipped on the bedside lamp, and gave Will a disarming smile. “Hi, Will,” she said, her voice soft, low, full. “Just lie down. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Will complied, staring at her as she stood at the head of the bed. She doesn’t know me at all, he thought; why is she so willing to just jump into bed with me? What’s going to happen now? I had just resigned myself to a frustrating drive back to Laramie, and suddenly I find myself about to go to bed with his gorgeous woman I haven’t known for three hours. As he fretted, he still had the presence of mind to drink in her pale skin, her slender curves, her delicately-slanted, enormous dark eyes, her masses of black hair. He sighed to himself; whatever Daniel’s been doing to us, he thought, I’ll do whatever she asks just so I can look at her a bit longer.

Becka stood at attention for a few moments, her smile encouraging his gaze. She then climbed onto the bed to join him, dropping onto the bed on all fours, crawling up to his side, curling up against his left side. Her left hand stroked his chest, her long fingernails gently tracing patterns.

He found his voice, with difficulty. “Um, Becka, um, you’re married, right?” Becka nodded, holding up her left hand, showing the heavy gold band. “But, uh, Daniel doesn’t mind this?” Becka smiled. “No, of course not. It was his idea, right?”

Will shook his head, puzzled, trying to find a way of expressing his confused thoughts. “Yeah. This was all his idea. What’s going on? I mean, we just meet you two, and suddenly we’re in the hotel room and I’m in bed with you, and Sherry... What’s with Daniel? When he says something, it’s like... I suddenly realize that he was right the whole time. But that can’t be right, I mean, Sherry wasn’t really attracted to me, and she didn’t want to strip, neither of us did, and...” he trailed off, and then looked into her dark eyes. “What’s going on?” he concluded, a world of confusion in his eyes.

Becka returned his gaze, her expression unreadable. “I... I can’t explain everything, but there’s nothing to worry about. At all. Both you and Sherry are going to have a wonderful time, and no one is going to get hurt. Just trust me, OK?”

Will stared at her for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded, letting it out slowly. I do trust you, he thought... and I’m certainly not going to turn down what you’re offering. “OK. Uh, what now, Becka?”

For an answer, she leaned down, giving him a long, lingering kiss. She slid her lips over his cheek, and her tongue traced a line up his throat to his ear. He could feel her nails slide over his still-hard cock. He gave a low moan, eyes closing. “First, I’m going to teach you how to eat pussy so well that when word gets out at school, you’ll have to beat the women away with a stick,” she whispered, her voice like silk over skin. “After that... well, were you using your virginity for anything, or can I have it?”

Sherry watched Daniel watch her. Even Bob, in high school, hadn’t seen her this naked; she had left a t-shirt and socks on, both times. Now, here she was, legs spread wide open, stark naked, in front of a man that she barely knew, who was eyeing her like she was some kind of experiment with whose results he wasn’t satisfied.

Daniel broke the silence. “Sherry, this must seem awfully strange to you right now, but please don’t worry about it. Don’t be afraid.”

She blinked. She realized that it hadn’t actually occurred to her to be afraid, as logical as being terrified might have been. “I’m... I’m not. Really. I just don’t understand what you’re doing, or why I’m going along with you,” she said, without rancor. I really do just want to know, she added silently.

He cocked his head, and stood slowly. “Don’t worry about it. Everything that’s going to happen is going to be something you’ll enjoy. Trust me.”

Sherry looked at him, meeting his eyes. “OK,” she nodded. I do trust him, she thought. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone. If I didn’t, would I be lying here in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere, with my legs spread like a cheap prostitute? Despite herself, she giggled nervously at the image she must present.

He sat on the bed, still looking her over. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she tried to relax, take deep breaths. It will be OK, she told herself. Trust him.

“You didn’t have an orgasm with your boyfriend, right?” he asked.

“No. We were both high school kids, and we really didn’t know anything,” she said, trying to sound as calm as he did.

He nodded. “Do you masturbate?”

“I... I try,” she said. He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m... I’m never able to bring myself to... you know, to a climax. It just gets frustrating after a while, so I stop. It feels good, at least to start, but then it just gets frustrating.” She blinked back tears. What’s he going to think of me now? she thought; I’m ugly and still a kid, and I’m frigid.

As if reading her mind, he said, “Sherry, don’t think you’re frigid. Being anorgasmic isn’t fun, but it’s not the same thing. I think you’re a gorgeous young woman who has every possibility of being a firecracker in bed.”

She shook her head. “I’m not good-looking at all,” she murmured.

If she had announced that she was actually from another planet, Daniel could not have looked more surprised. “Sherry, what on earth do you mean?”

Sherry looked away, a tear on her cheek. “I’m skinny and I don’t have any tits and my mouth is ten times too big for my face, and...” She looked back at Daniel imploringly. “I don’t know why you and Becka and even Will keep saying I’m so cute, because I’m not.”

Daniel returned her gaze, his pale blue eyes full of compassion. “You know, Sherry, when Becka was your age, she thought the same thing about herself.”

“She did?” Sherry said. “But... she’s beautiful! I mean, model-pretty. Uh, and how old is she now? 24?”

“She’s 32. I’m 34.” Sherry blinked. Daniel laughed. “I know, I know. But she did think so when she was 20. And it’s as absurd for you to think so as it was for her.”

“I... I’m not that pretty!” Sherry said. But... but could I be, maybe even a little bit as pretty? she thought.

Daniel shrugged. “Eye of the beholder. I think you’re gorgeous. You don’t have to have pounds of flesh in your boobs to have a good figure. You have a beautiful smile; both Becka and I were floored by it.”

“My jaw is too big. Really. Medically. I had to have braces until last year.”

“Hmmmm.” Daniel examined her face. “Sherry, lick your lips.” She complied, hestitantly. He sighed. “No, slowly. Erotically. Take your time.” She tried again, slowly moving the tip of her tongue over her lips. Daniel smiled broadly as she finished. “What?” she asked. What in the world is going on?

“Sherry, you have a very sensual mouth. You know what that mouth will be great for?” She shook her head. He met her eyes. “You have a great blow job mouth. Consider yourself fortunate.” She gave another squeak. “I... I’ve never done that,” she said, feeling her blush rise again. “I don’t know how. Becka seemed to like it, but...”

Daniel rose, and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Well, I think you and that wonderful mouth of yours need to become better acquainted.”

Sherry stared as he undressed. The sudden realization came crashing down on her: I’m going to have sex with this man. Here. In this bed. Tonight. Probably in a few minutes. “Uh, Daniel?” she began. He nodded as he took off his shoes and socks. “Yes?” “I... I’m... not on the Pill or anything. And I’m not... you know, horny,” she said. Great, Sherry, that was lame, she chided herself. Any other junior high-level comments you’d like to add?

Daniel nodded, unzipping his pants, letting them drop, stepping out of them. “I figured.” He reached over towards the black nylon bag tucked up against the side of the bed; Sherry could hear zippers being undone. “Condoms are always important for such occasions,” he said with a smile, tossing the packages onto the bedside table.

Sherry looked at the plastic wrappers, then back at him. “So... so we’re going to... uh, have sex?” Daniel nodded, a kind look on his face. “Yes. I know that you’re not in the mood right now,” he said, stepping out of his underwear, “but please don’t let that worry you. One thing at a time.”

He stood before her, naked. Sherry had to admit that he had a nice body. He wasn’t as tall or as thin as Will, but he was still well-built, a body that clearly received exercise regularly. Without really wanting to, her eyes fell down to his cock; half-erect already, it was clearly going to be substantial.

“Daniel... Is this really going to be alright?” she said, pleading, her eyes never leaving his cock. It’s going to happen, she thought. I’m going to... put out for him. I know it. She looked back up. Please, Daniel, she pleaded silently; say something that will make it alright.

Daniel looked at her, unflappable. “It’s going to be fine, Sherry,” he said, soothing. “Sit on the edge of the bed, right here,” he gestured. She slid up, still staring into his eyes, trying not to look at his cock. “OK, now, Sherry. I’m going to tell you some things. I want you to repeat them back to me, OK?” She nodded, dumbly; she felt completely helpless, unable to change whatever was about to happen. Don’t, she thought; or, if you do, make it OK.

“Sherry, you will do anything I ask you to.”

She blinked, feeling herself get light-headed, dizzy. “I... I will do anything you ask me to.” What else was she going to do?

“That’s great. You want me to train you as a lover.”

“I...” She thought back to the fumbling in the back seat of Bob’s car. About trying to bring herself off again, and again, in her bed at home, at the dorm, with no success. That can’t be the way it is supposed to be, she thought. “I want to be trained as a lover. By you.” It was true, too. Please...

She sighed, the uncertainty lifting off of her. Being trained. Yes. She looked up at Daniel, the twinkle in her eyes returning. “So, Daniel... where do we start?” she said, managing a smile.

He smiled, and moved closer. “We start... with you getting horny. You feel yourself getting wet, don’t you, Sherry? That wonderful pussy of yours getting hot and wet and damp?”

She gave a little gasp as she felt her body respond to his words. “I... I... yes, I... I’m getting wet. My... my quim is getting wet...” She flushed with pleasure, both from the arousal and his nod of approval for her choice of words.

Daniel leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “Wetter.”

She gave a long moan, as she felt her pussy open, throb. “Wetter...” she replied, automatically, unable to do anything but feel, feel her cunt, her beaver, her slit...

“Wetter,” he repeated.

She collapsed back on the bed, her hips bucking and writhing, her eyes closing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her clit. I’ve never been this wet this aroused god this is wonderful..., she thought, incoherently, feeling all of her mind drain into her quim her fuck hole her twat...

“Wetter. Hornier,” he said, again.

She spread her legs wide, lifting her hips, insanely hoping that a cock was right there to take her fuck her use her god she wanted something in her pussy her fuck hole her beaver her slit her quim... Her hand snapped down to her clit, started masturbating frantically, and it was different this time she could feel it building it was so close it was right there...

“Now, Sherry... come,” he said, casually.

The world exploded in a burst of white light, as she felt her whole body shake, convulse with her first orgasm, her back arch, her free hand claw at the faded bedspread. She could hear herself scream with pleasure, but it was like someone else screaming all she could think or feel or do or be were the wonderful sensations as her cuntslittwatquim clenched again and again and again...

Daniel smiled, and slid onto the bed next to her. “That’s one,” he chuckled, watching her buck and writhe.

In the other room, Will’s head jumped up when he heard Sherry’s scream. “What’s...” he started, as Becka’s hands clamped on his temples, pushing him back down between her legs. ”That, my dear William, is a woman having an orgasm. If you’d like to hear that from me, stay focused on my cunt,” she said, laughter in her voice.

As Will’s tongue resumed its small circles around Becka’s clit, he was still amazed at how easy she made it seem. Not too much pressure, not too much direct contact. Listen to your partner, and sense what your partner’s hips are telling you.

Becka gave a sensual sigh. “That’s right. Start around the hood, circle it. Some women like having their clit licked directly, but don’t start with that; other women are too sensitive, and they’ll be half-way across the room on the first... ooooh, that’s nice... touch...” Will closed his eyes, letting his tongue and lips do the sensing and finding. Circle again, and again, and again, and...

In a few moments, Becka’s hips lifted slightly, pushing down towards him. “OK,” she panted, “I’m right on the edge, don’t stop, don’t change a thing, just ride with it as I... I... come...” She clenched for a second, and then bucked her hips, as Will struggled to stay attached through her violent orgasm. “Yes, Will, yes yes yes yes yesssss!” she moaned, reaching down and grabbing his head again, steering him as she slowly relaxed.

She gave a long, languid sigh. “Will, that was wonderful.” She pulled him up, over her, bringing his head down for a soft kiss. She sat up, raising him up so that they faced each other, kneeling, on the bed. Her fingers slid down, wrapping around his cock. Her eyes met his. “Would you like to fuck me?” she asked, as she stroked him back to full hardness.

He could only nod. She reached down into her purse, positioned by the side of the bed, and came up with a wrapped condom. “OK, Will, you know how to use this, I assume,” she said with a smile, holding it between her index and middle fingers. Will looked between it and her. “Um, well, I...”

She laughed. “Learn. For tonight, though, I’ll do the honors.” She unwrapped the condom, dropped the wrapper back into her purse, and opened her mouth, popping the still-rolled contents into her mouth like a piece of candy. Silently, with gentle shoves, she rolled Will down onto his back. Becka slid between his legs, her mouth working. She nodded in satisfaction, and with a sudden gulp slid her mouth down over Will’s cock; he could feel the condom roll on as she swallowed him, down to the base, in one stroke. Back up, then down again, she worked on his now-clad member, looking up at him with lidded eyes.

Becka broke off after a minute of intense sucking. “OK, you’re ready.” She climbed onto the bed again, rolling onto her back. “Missionary position to start with; it’s traditional.” Will stared at her as she lay, spread-legged, one of her hands sliding over her naked lips. “C’mon, Will. It’s time.” Slowly, he knelt down between her thighs. She looked up, meeting his eyes. “I’ll guide you in. Slow. Be slow, be gentle. There’s all the time in the world,” she said, smiling softly. He bent down, feeling her fingers take the tip of his cock, and slide it between her wet pussy lips. “Ready?” she asked. He finally found his voice. “Ready... Becka,” he said, smiling down. He slid forward, feeling the hot, velvet wetness of her cunt wrap around him, gratified by her gasp of pleasure.

“That’s... great... Will,” she said, looking down at their point of contact, her hands sliding over his chest. “Now back out, not too far... and in... and out... that’s it... move up just a bit farther, and you can press yourself against my clit... right!” she said, her abdomen clenching as she fucked back against him. She looked up, met his eyes, “Will... aaah... tell me the instant you feel yourself close... to coming... OK?”

Slowly picking up the pace, he nodded agreement. She matched him, stroke for stroke; he could feel her clench down on him tight with her pussy as he entered, releasing as he pulled out. After a few minutes, he could feel the muscles in his groin start to tense, just before an orgasm was inevitable, and he gasped, “Becka... I...”

She nodded, and reached down between her legs, grabbing his balls hard around the base; with a push on his chest, the other hand stopped him at the farthest point of his stroke. “Will, stop right there,” she commanded.

He looked down at her with alarm. “But...", he started, falling silent as he felt her long fingernails dig lightly into his scrotum.

She shook her head quickly. “Stop. When you get this close, you don’t have to come. You own the orgasm; the orgasm doesn’t own you. When you feel yourself getting here, you can stop it, back it off. You don’t have to come as fast as you possibly can. Take a deep breath, and slide back into me... but slowly. Savor the feelings. I’m not a sexual McDonalds, you don’t have to bolt it all down at once.”

Will complied. He felt the urge to come slowly fade. He pushed back into Becka, feeling like he was suddenly moving in slow motion; he was rewarded by her fingers releasing his scrotum. “That’s right, Will. See? You can keep it up as long as you feel like. Come when you would like to,” she said with a smile. “I can keep going all night, if you want.”

He shook his head in amazement, smiling back at her. “Becka, uh, how do you know so much about this?” he asked, gently sliding out, then in, then out...

She giggled playfully. “I’m a slut, Will. It’s what I do. I fuck.”

He looked at her in disbelief, then leaned down, feeling her arms wrap around him. One of her hands entwined itself in his hair.

Sherry heard the door to the other bedroom open behind her. She continued to focus on Daniel’s cock, enjoying the feeling of it moving between her lips, over her tongue. Kneeling on the bed, Daniel sitting up against the headboard, she could hear footsteps near her, and assumed that Becka and Will had returned. She kept her eyes closed, relishing the texture, the scent, the taste. Daniel had been absolutely right; if she concentrated on it, the feeling of giving head was almost as wonderful as having his cock in her pussy. She could feel her hungry cunt clench slightly with each stroke in and out of her mouth; she realized that if she sped up a bit, and devoured him even deeper (something her large mouth, always her bane before, allowed her to do easily), she might be able to have another orgasm just from giving a blow job. She’d lost count after six or seven.

The bed rocked slightly as someone climbed on; Sherry opened her eyes to see Becka curl up next to Daniel, returning her gaze with a small, soft smile. Daniel gave Becka a kiss. “How was the lesson, darling?” he asked. Becka giggled. “He’s a natural... and she is certainly a fast learner,” she added, watching Daniel’s cock vanish in and out of Sherry’s mouth.

Daniel smiled. “She is. Great mouth.” He looked up, over Sherry’s back, then down again to her. “Sherry? Will’s back. Something you’d like to talk to him about?”

Sherry reluctantly detached herself from Daniel, and turned around with a lewd grin. Will was standing a few feet beyond the foot of the bed, eyes wide, watching her. She felt a small tremor run through her as his eyes grazed her pussy; she ground her hips slightly in response. “Will? You know that I’m not really looking for a boyfriend right now, right?”

Will blinked, surprised. “Uh, yeah. I know.”

Sherry nodded, spreading her legs a bit wider, one hand running back, opening her lips. “And you know that I like you a lot, but I don’t love you, right?”

He met her eyes. “Yeah, I know. What’s...?”

She smiled, and licked her lips, her fingers opening her slit wider. “Great. Now that we understand each other... do me,” she commanded. A small blur flew across her vision, as Will caught the condom tossed by Daniel. Sherry laughed. “I’m waiting,” she said, turning back to Daniel’s cock.

She didn’t have to wait long; she felt fingers parting her, a cock slowly enter her. She closed her eyes, giving a long, soft moan as her pussy responded by clenching down, getting tight, feeling that wonderful burst of wetness as she got closer and closer and he was sliding in and out gently, firmly... and came, still pumping up and down on Daniel, moaning around his cock. She felt the bed shift again, as soft hands caressed her breasts, a delicate tongue run over her back; Becka’s, she was sure. Daniel had prepared her for another woman’s attentions... it was heavenly.

Daniel gave a soft chuckle. “That’s seven. Or was it eight?”

With a soft groan, Sherry woke up, blinking at the sunshine streaming around the heavy curtain. She lay still for a moment, letting the gossamer fabric of her dream slowly dissolve into the morning light. It had been so vivid. She had been lying on a bed, with both Daniel and Will kneeling to either side of her, masturbating, Will right in front of her face, Daniel over her breasts. She could feel Becka’s mouth on her pussy, driving her from one climax to another so quickly that they all felt like one hours-long orgasm. Her own hands were stroking her breasts, running over her mouth, hungry for all the sensation they could produce. Simultaneously, they had come, Will covering her face and mouth, as Daniel squirted all over her breasts, torso, stomach; she went crazy eating and tasting and licking and stroking... She had felt so wonderful, so wanton, so sluttish: not a desperate degenerate, but a high priestess, a temple prostitute, a hetaera, a goddess of desire.

She sighed, softly, and reached down, scratching an itch on her hip. A layer of something dried flaked off under her fingers. Suddenly, her eyes flew open, as the full memory of the night came crashing down on her. That wasn’t a dream at all, she realized, all of it was real...

Her sucking on Daniel’s cock while Will pounded into her from behind, Becka’s hands and mouth sliding all over her back, her tits, her throat, sharing Daniel’s cock, licking her clit and Will’s balls while they fucked...

Her being ridden by Daniel while Becka’s slit was offered to her, Becka kneeling down over her mouth...

Sucking on Will while Becka straddled his face while Daniel pounded into her from behind...

Kneeling across from Becka on the floor while they exchanged licks and sucks and caresses on Daniel’s and Will’s cocks and balls and stole long, passionate kisses with each other...

Lapping at Daniel’s balls as he pounded into Becka as she, head to the side, sucked on Will...

Feeling Daniel’s tongue slide over her cunt as she sucked on Will as he licked Becka as her mouth swallowed down Daniel’s cock, the four of them in a square on the bed...

Watching as Daniel slowly slid into Becka’s ass, Will’s cock already in her cunt, while Sherry masturbated and watched, fascinated, marvelling that such a small woman could take so much up both her ass and pussy...

Dozens of other things, positions, sensations, orgasms. None of it was a dream. It had all happened.

She felt her muscles cramp and protest as she rolled over. She looked next to her, at Will’s back; he was sleeping silently, his golden hair a mass of tangles. Gently, trying not to disturb him, she wandered off to the bathroom to shower, shaking her head. The sky was already light gray with dawn when they had finally all collapsed into bed to sleep; it must be afternoon by now, she thought. And we still have get all the way to Laramie. As she stepped into the shower, she laughed; if we’re late, we’re late. This was worth it.

There was a knock on the bathroom door; Will’s head appeared. “Morning, Sherry,” he said with a soft smile. “Room for two?”

It was a leisurely shower.

After breakfast at the Denny’s, they managed to get back onto the road by 4pm. They were all still exhausted from the night’s exertions, so the meal had been low-key; more clinking of silverware than conversation. Sherry had looked between Daniel and Becka, expecting... something. Some kind of change, reaction, acknowledgement of the strangeness of the trip, but they were friendly, polite, casual: perfect hosts. Sherry’s gaze dwelled on Becka for a minute; with fresh makeup, brushed hair, and a white cotton dress, she looked as pure as the driven snow, only her daring hemline incongruous. The redhead smiled, returning to her tea; Madonna and whore, in one package. Something to aspire to.

Will alone was chatty, even making complete sentences with his thoughts. Sherry turned her attention to him. He’s definitely changed, she concluded; more confident, more outgoing. He’s still not boyfriend material, but a romp now and then... sometime later, she finished silently, feeling the ache of her sore cunt. I need a few days to heal.

The Wyoming landscape flew by, Sherry, Will and Becka taking turns napping and chatting with Daniel. Sherry kept feeling like bringing up the evening, saying something, acknowledging it... but she just couldn’t find the right words. A few double entendres, but that was all.

It was full dark by the time they arrived in Laramie. Hugs and kisses all around, the backpacks piled up at their feet. Will and Sherry, final good-byes said, watched Becka and Daniel walk back to the Mercedes. A shift of the light, warm breeze carried their conversation back to the two students.

“How’s your twat?” Daniel was asking.

“You should know, Master,” Becka replied.

“Cute. You know what I mean, dear. Too much of a workout last night?”

“I’ll check when we’re in the car, but I think I’m up for the party.”

“I hope so. Remember, you’ve got eight men this time. I know at least five are going to want to fuck you.”

“Your sex toy hears and obeys, Master,” she said, the wind shifting again, carrying with it the sound of her bell-like laugh. The Mercedes pulled away into the night.

Will and Sherry turned to each other, and shook their heads, speechless. Backpacks shouldered, arms convivially linked, they walked towards the dorm.