The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I woke up in a bed, with Judy next to me, with my body feeling that I had been fucking all night. Which was true, I had been fucking all night. I got up did the usual morning constitutional activities, found my boxer shorts, and then moved out into the main room over to the bar, looking for the coffee pot. I was the only one awake; everyone else was still in bed. The sun was just starting to come up over the lake. I found the coffee, cream, and cups behind the bar. I made the coffee extra strong. It was a Bunn thank heavens, and it made the pot very fast. I sat on a stool and savored my first cup, looking out the glass windows and doors to a spectacular view of the lake.

I am somewhat of a compulsive cleaner after a night of heavy fucking. I looked around at the glasses, couches, clothing around the tables, and began to clean and straighten things up. I felt it was the least I could do for my host considering I had made the hostess a Nymphomaniac Slut the night before. I am sure there is something Freudian about my needing the area neat and tidy after a night of uninhibited sex with 10 beautiful women. Maybe I was trying to clean up and erase all the evidence of the debauchery that went on during the late watch. Personally, the part of my brain that was needed to analyze my motivations was not awake, and the rest of me really did not give a fuck why I was doing it.

It did not take long to get the room straight, clothes folded, and glasses in the washer, the machine turned on. When I was finished I felt much better, and decided to go outside on the terrace, and watch the sunrise. I put on an unused robe that was left on a couch, and stepped out into the patio area. The house was facing the south; the sun was coming up over the mountains to my left. I found a lounge chair, sat down, and started drinking my second cup; in quite deep thought, becoming my own self-critic and prosecutor for last evening’s festivities.

I was reviewing the night, thinking I was just going to have to give up these parties, they were getting too wild, too bizarre, and almost addictive. Of coarse I knew it was the morning after blues. In a few days, if not hours, I would assimilate and rationalize last night’s activities and if there was going to be another party; I would be first in line to get in.

I would have liked to say that Penny and I concluded my night of copulation and that after I deposited a rather substantial amount of body fluid in the neon green glow in the dark condom; I went to one of the bedrooms and went to sleep. That little Judy joined me later, and fell asleep next to me. But I just couldn’t cum with Penny, even though she was a very sensuous sexy beautiful wet dream fuck.

Having a pretty lady on top of you, using her hips and pussy like a Las Vegas Pro, I should have reached my third peak without any effort. But I didn’t. I figured it must have been the Captain’s Brew, that I had too much to drink, and it just made it excessively to hard to get my cookies, without rolling over, getting on top, and damn near giving myself a heart attack fucking her. Fucking all of these women to orgasmic oblivion was getting to be really hard work.

Penny wore herself out, more focused on pleasing her pussy, than getting me over. I made a mental note to add really beautiful women to the same category of women with really big tits. You know, I have trophy tits and that should be enough. The reason I don’t give good blowjobs, fuck well because I got big tits and you should be happy with that. So after finally getting all she was going to get from my dick, she got off of me, and slid back into the tub. After a season, I got up, put on a robe, looked down at my glow in the dark dick, wondering where did they get those, and moved back inside to get myself a diet coke.

There were still the sounds of copulation inside. Judy was being hammered again; by George from behind, with her head in Clarks lap, sucking, reminiscent of a vampire. Peter was now on his back, and Ellen was riding him, she looked up at me, and gave me a sexy save me some for later big boy look. Marlene had her legs wrapped around Austin and he was doing his Jack Hammer fucking. What the guy lack in physical size; he more than made up with his marathon hard-on dick; and his unlimited capacity to consume readily available pussy.

Debbie was on her back, legs spread open, eyes closed and resting. Tom was at the bar sitting on a stool drinking what looked like was some just plain old ice water. His hair was matted down and soaked. He had just finished with Debbie. Debbie look delectable and I was tempted to go over and have a helping of her little cakes, but there was still plenty of time and I was really thirsty. I got behind the bar, got a glass, filled it with ice, then decided that a glass of ice water sounded pretty damn good.

Tom looked at me, “Thanks for letting me have Judy first.”

I smiled, “Your very welcome, as if I had a choice, I have learned never get in the way of a guided missile when it is heading for a target.”

“I was that obvious?”

“You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. There was just no way you were going to leave here without having some of that.” I looked over at the George of the Jungle pounding away at Tom’s fantasy girl. “And besides, you could tell she wanted you too.”

Tom spoke, “I couldn’t believe she and Pam switched on us. It was so fantastic and electrifying at the same time. I was so turned on my dick stayed hard after cuming the first time, then watching Judy sitting on her dad’s lap, I came so hard I thought I was going to blow the top of my dick off. We both looked over at Peter who was now grabbing Ellen’s tits, rubbing the nipples with his fingers, while she rode him like a horse.

“And you my young stud, what did you do to Linda, I would have never in my deepest fantasies of jacking off in the shower, could ever have imagined Linda pulling a train, let alone out in the open for all of us to see.”

“Really? I thought this was normal. I can’t say I did anything that I normally don’t do, I think her watching you, Judy, Peter, and Pam going at it, along with everyone else, must have touched something inside her.” I looked conspiratorial and lowered my voice. “You know how women are, they feel they have to compete, if one of the them gets more attention than the other its off with the clothes and on with the show. I think she felt she lost control of the men wanting her, when Judy became the center of attention, she just wanted it back.”

“Whatever kid, this night is something that I will remember forever. Shit, my dick has wanted to nail Judy since I saw her in a two-piece on her fifteenth birthday.”

“And then to get both a blowjob and a fuck in my favorite position from Linda on the same night. He looked down at his dick, and in a John Wayne imitation, “You have had one hell of a sexual parlay tonight Pilgrim.” He looked up and smiled at me.

Have you ever noticed that with us-guys and even most women; we consider our dicks a separate person or entity that shares our body. Maybe its because it is the only part of our body that we really can’t control. If I want I can keep my mouth closed and not speak. I can close my eyes or look away and not stare, but I can’t control when happy hairy gets hard or if he decides to get soft and go camping in the middle of an extra curricular activity. Nope my dick is its own master.

The water tasted good, I gulped down a whole glass, got another, I had not realized how thirsty I was.

I heard I deep male moan, and the soft voice of Marlene saying, “Yes, baby, Oh, Yes baby, give it all to me.”

Austin had just given it up again. After a few minutes of lying there, he got off of Marlene and moved over to the bar with Tom and myself. Marlene got up and headed towards one of the bathrooms. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but admire her ass, and athletic body.

“Well Austin, how many notches do you have on your gun tonight?”

“Let’s see, there, was Debbie, Linda, Marlene, and Judy. With a nice blow Job from your Sharon. Think any of the ladies outside would be interested in some more dick?”

“Don’t know, Keith and Little John are still out there. They were in a threesome with Linda when I came in.”

Austin looked at Tom and I, “What happened to Linda, did James piss her off or what?”

Tom spoke. “Don’t know, don’t care, I am just glad I got to play hide the sausage in her pussy.”

“I hear that! I could do Linda again. Did you say she was being banged by Keith, and Little John? Shit there won’t be anything left. Her pussy will be so stretched that I could fall in, and have to spend the rest of the night dodging dicks going in and out of her pussy,

Tom, smiled, “Fall in, when John gets finished, you could park my Jag in there.”

Then Ellen and Peter went off, Peter shooting off for the nth time with Ellen’s mouth open, head titled back, in a blissful orgasm. It was quite a little show; I could feel my dick stirring. Judy, was still being pulverized via the two guys; only this time they shifted, trading ends.

Tom and I both couldn’t help but noticed that Austin was now hard and up again.

Tom commented looking down, “I hope that isn’t for me.”

“No, No, its just my dick gets hard just being around any kind of sex. When I was a teenager from the age of 12 to 18, I don’t think it ever went down. I jacked off 3-5 times a day. He smiled at us. “My mom never could figure out why she had to buy so much olive oil.”

Tom spoke, “Believe me kid she didn’t want to know.”

Ellen got up, and left for one of the bathrooms, again I got to admire another really fine athletic body, and a very shapely ass. I was thinking about taking Ellen up on her look. Peter got up and went into another bathroom. He could hardly walk straight.

Marlene entered the room, with a see-through very short robe on, that I suppose gave her a little bit of warmth. She came over, to the bar and asked me for a glass of wine. She looked down at Austin’s erection. “I thought you came baby?”

“I did.”

Tom reached out and touched Marlene on the shoulder. “You, have to understand you are in the presence of wonder boy here. He is a strange visitor from another planet, with powers far beyond those of us with mortal cocks.”

Marlene looked down at him in awe. “How does June keep up with you.”

“She has a very strong drive too, however some nights I just can’t seem to get enough, and that is why we decided to get into these groups in order for her to get some rest. Some times in the morning the first thing she says to me is, “Get off!!!!”

We all laughed.

Marlene reached out and stroked Austin’s woody, “Have you ever thought about bringing in another woman to share the wealth.” She looked at Tom. “Surely Sharon must know some divorced attractive single lady that would pay handsomely to live in your house or a least have visiting privileges.”

Austin looked at Marlene, “Not a bad idea, I will run it by June.” I was tempted, and for the first time in a while my better judgment got a hold of me. I almost went into Austin’s mind to see if his constant need to fuck was a physiological condition, hormones. Or, was the origin of his constant state of horniness a result of some kind of brain inhibitor dysfunction? You know, when you eat, the body tells you that you are full and to stop eating. We all know that one nice session of lovemaking, is usually enough unless we have been away from the pussy for a while, really inspired or on a trip. But Austin did not seem to have this inhibitor. I decided that I had better not look, if it was some kind brain dysfunction I sure did not want to be infected with it. This was probably the only intelligent thing I did that evening.

Clark went off, then Charles, then Judy going over for the millionth time. All three lay there for a season, those of us at the bar continued our small and dick talk. Tom had his arm around Marlene’s waist, and it looked like they were matching up for the next round of Bull Riding. Clark and Charlie got up, headed for the bathrooms. Peter had come out, and put on a robe, and walked out to the hot tub. He was talking to the Pam and the other girls. Little John and Keith had finally finished their train ride, and were now in the water with Linda sitting between them, her head resting on Keith’s shoulder.

Ellen came into the room, wearing a very pretty pink satin short, teddy like robe that revealed her bouncing tits as she walked. It came down just to the Juncture of her legs just barely covering her pussy and ass. She went behind the bar to stand next to me, and pointed to a bottle of wine and asked me to fill a large brandy snifter glass. As I was pouring it into the glass, I felt Ellen’s hand grabbing the front of my shorts and squeezing my semi hard cock. It looked like I had found my new riding partner for the next round of the mid-night rodeo. She reminded me of Terri, with her long auburn hair.

There was movement outside, and all at once everyone got out of the tub, and walked into the room nude. Unnoticed by me were some towels, and all of the ladies started drying off, showing their stuff. There was some really fine naked pussy there for the viewing. Austin moaned, and he was sticking straight out, his dick throbbing with each pulse of his heart. He was eying Debbie again, who was still on her back, now sleeping with her legs spread, buck-naked pussy lips exposed to the world. He walked over to her and bent down and gently kissed her. Her arms reached up around his neck and she started kissing him back. He had a rubber on and was between her legs before you could say jackrabbit.

I believe if we could have tapped Austin’s sexual energy and made it into electricity you could have supplied New York City all of its electrical needs for the night. June looked over at her spouse banging away at Debbie, and just smiled, I could feel her thinking, I least I will get a little rest tonight. Everyone put on robes came over to the bar, for drinks, Tom and Marlene went over to a couch, sat down. Ellen was still drinking her wine, playing with my hardening cock, while I had an arm behind her; lightly stroking her bunny rabbit cheerleader ass. Linda asked for some wine, and had an embarrassed sheepish look on her face, as I poured her a glass. The rest of the ladies and guys asked for the captain’s brew, and I poured each of them a generous glass. I had to refill the pitcher with the last from the jar.

Pam, after getting her drink, looked at Linda, and said. “Well how does it feel to be such a favorite of the BOYS?” That is girl talk for, “How do you feel about being a gang bang cock sucking slut, bitch?”

Linda, turned red and was about to answer, when Carol entered into the room, from the hallway wearing a black leather corset her nipples half covered bulging out, her pussy on display for all, black leather boots up to the tops of her thighs, and in her hand was a riding crop, and a black motorcycle hat.

We all stood there stunned.

She spoke with a false thick German accent “Frauline Freida request that you cum into zee master Vuck room. She needs help in disciplining her pretty boy. He has been very, very, bad herren.” She then strutted over Austin and Debbie, taking her riding crop slipped it between Austin’s ass cheeks, he immediately stopped humping; and looked up at her.

“Vhen, you Vinish Vucking your beer-hall Zlut, you come in to Vatch Frauline Freida make her pretty little boy pay for being so naughty. Ja?” She had the crop right at the entrance of his asshole and push down slightly. Not wanting to be impaled, Austin would have agreed to do anything, so he nodded his head yes. “If you don’t cum and zee, then Frauline Frieda will have to teach YOU, how to be a guta kinder.”

She then looked at Tom and Marlene, “You cumen to Frauline’s room so Frieda kan zee how you Vuck. Ja?”

Tom smiled nodded his head yes, slipped his hand between Marlene’s legs and squeezed her cunt, causing her to jump. “You Vuck for Frieda, Ja?”

Marlene answered “I vuck for mine cunt, Frauline Freida can vuck herself, I vuck for the motherland. " She pointed to her cunt. “You vant to vuck herr Tom??”

Tom stood up, Ja, Ja, vill vuck for zee Vasserland, Deutschland ubber alles.

Carol then turned around and pranced and strutted with her boots back to the room that was down the end of the hall, followed by Tom and Marlene. We were all just flat flabbergasted, I looked over at Charlie, he spoke almost a whisper, “Oh, shit, we are in for a show tonight. Don’t worry; she won’t hurt any of you or James. She never does anything that hurts or harms any one. She is mainly into dominance and submission along with a little humiliation. All of her partners are giving safe words and hand signs to stop. She has this thing about needing to be a German Dominix, thinks it is very kinky, her being Jewish, and when she gets going it will make Linda’s little show tonight look like a School Play.”

Linda face turned so red she could have been a red light in a red light district.

Sharon looked at Charlie. “Have you been under the discipline of Frauline Frieda herr Charlie?”

It was Charlie’s time to turn beat red,

“I refuse to comment on the grounds, that it might make give me a giant woody. Just go with it, I promise we will all have a lot of fun, and you will be talking about this night for the next ten thousand years.”

Well what could we do, every one had a full drink, I poured myself a glass of wine in the same kind of snifter that I had given Ellen, and we all moved into the master bathroom.

Author’s Warning: Those with weak hearts are encouraged to stop reading here and recharge their pacemaker batteries or if you suffer from angina, put a nitro under your tongue, or get a patch.

It was a large room; we all could easily stand around the bed, to see what Frauline Frieda was doing to James. And to put it in Midwest Vernacular he was a sight to see. James was on the right side of a king size bed as I was facing it, buck-naked his arms tied to the headboard, his legs together, his ass laying on a pillow, pushing up his hips, cock, and balls forward, as his thighs were closed, on display for the whole world. His dick was semi erect and he had something red in his mouth. I found out later it was called a ball gag. This was my first exposure to Bondage, and I was curious, as well as intrigued. My brain was still very tired from the earlier activities, and I decided to relax and let happen just happen.

Frieda bent over showing us her perfect small round ass, and then sucked James’s semi erection all- the-way into her mouth. He lifted his hips off the pillow and moaned, as she sucked hard and deep and began to straighten up slowly pulling, stretching his cock; letting it leave her lips with a smack. Over and over she did this, until it reached full mast, ready to hang a sail on, and go out of the harbor with a friendly wind. With her crop she massaged his balls that were swollen, almost blue, obviously she had been teasing him all this time. Bringing him to the edge and then letting him just lay there craving release. I had no doubt the Frauline Frieda was a master of sensuous torture.

His dick was very long, and narrow, and when fully erect 9-10 inches, and could do some real solid fucking. I was somewhat jealous; life was just not fair. Here was a guy who had incredible looks, lots of money, and a cock that would make most women crawl on their knees just to suck, and become street whores just to fuck. Married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. I only had one thought about him. BITCH!!!!

He was red faced, I mean no one likes being tied up, a gag in your mouth, naked with a hard on being watched by 18 of your friends. I am sure I felt his confidence was little unnerved by what was happening to him. It was then I interfered. I was going to just let things go along. But, I decided to tap into James’s submissive nature, and let him completely surrender to Frieda’s demands. He was totally helpless and would do anything she wanted him to without protests and giving the safe word or sign. In other words I was making him Frieda’s Bitch.

She looked at Sharon, “Cumen Zie here!”

Sharon went forward. Freida then leaned down, and spoke into James ear. I vant to take zie gag out of your mouth, you will not sprecken, Ja? James shook his head up and down.

You vill eat Frau Sharon’s Vucked pussy, Ja? She moved the riding crop, and lightly touched the tops of his gonads.

He really began shaking his head up and down.

Frieda removed the gag, and held her crop over his exposed balls to let him know he best be silent, and then had Sharon sit on his face so that her back was exposed to the headboard.

Veedie Gute, Frau Sharon you vill zit on his face, Herr James no sprecken.

She then reached into her bag, and pulled out some very soft strong rope and tied them to his ankles and then put them over the headboard so that when she pulled on them and it would raise his legs. One leg at a time she lifted a leg, James was agitated, trying to say something, but he was talking into Sharon’s Pussy his head between thighs of steel.

When both legs where spread and straight up and tied, we all could see the reason for his agitation. He had something in his ass. It was some kind of black object. There was a button on the end, she reached down and pushed it and we all could here it humming. It was some kind of vibrator. His dick, started growing even harder than when Frieda was sucking on it; his cock was now reaching for the ceiling, again throbbing with in rhythm with his heart.

James was really embarrassed, he was helplessly exposed to the fact that he had a but-plug dildo vibrator up his ass and it was turning him on, and all he could do about it was eat Sharon’s pussy.

She reached into a sack and pulled out a pink, 7-8 inch dildo; that was molded after a real dick. It was attached to a harness and Frieda was moving her hand up and down the dick and looked at Linda. “You want to Vuck Herr James gute?”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she wasn’t taking about Linda sitting on James’s dick. No she was talking about fucking him in the ass with the rubber cock. James who could not see anything but pussy and ass, he was probably thinking about someone sitting on his dick and getting him off. Linda stood there, having just been fucked royally in the ass, by both John and Keith earlier in the hot tub. There was still the ghost of their cocks deep inside her ass hole, as she squeezed her rectal ring. It was a no-brainer. I am sure James had used Little Linda’s ass a few times to get his cookies, and she felt it was only fair to return the favor. It wouldn’t hurt James’s to know what it felt like to have a dick up his ass fucking him. So Linda took the pink flesh colored rubber Dick from Frauliene Bitch and got into the harness.

Frieda took Linda’s robe and helped her put on the harness adjusting it. It looked a little different, beautiful Linda with a 7-inch cock sticking out from her pussy. The entire harness was a very clear flesh tone plastic; that blended in with the skin. At the base it had its own pubic hair and balls so that when she had it on it looked like it was really her dick. After adjusting it, Frieda reached down between Linda’s legs and squeezed the balls, and we could all hear it humming.

Linda gasp, instantly spread her legs and bent them at the knees. The vibrator was right on her clit. “Frieda’s little helper make Frau Cunt feel good, Ja?”

Linda’s tits were sticking out hard as diamonds; no doubt it was feeling good. She just shook her head up and down as she lightly began to thrust her hips back and fourth. The artificial cock was bouncing up and down with her pelvic movements. Linda was given oil, to put on the dick, and she applied it rubbing her hands up and down, looking like she was masturbating. We noticed when she moved her hand down towards the base of her new love tool, that it must have pushed up against her clit, because she would tilt her hips forward. As she kept moving her hands up and down her mouth came slightly open and her eyes started glazing over. Here she was standing there jacking off a rubber cock like a man, the faster she moved the more pleasure and pressure she put on her passion key. She was too far-gone with self-gratification to realize she was still being watched by all and how really peculiar she looked, holding on to a rubber cock, masturbating herself. She came with a loud almost yelling moan that came from very deep inside her cunt. We watched her climax for several minutes, and when she opened her eyes slightly she could see herself in the mirrors, playing with her lifelike rubber appendage, tits and nipples sticking out like rubber erasers. She started turning red, looking down mortified over what she had just done. Linda was going to need a lot of therapy after this night. Frieda moved over to James and with a towel pulled the vibrating butt plug out of James’s ass, and we all could hear was muffled moan coming out of Sharon’s pussy. Sharon was reveling in having her pussy eaten, her hips were smoothly moving around his face.

Frieda grabbed Linda’s new-found-friend and said, “You need to quit being such a selfish horny bitch, and stop playing with yourself to relieve your Herr.

Linda got up on the bed moved up to his ass, the tip of the dick less than an inch from James’s asshole. The dick glistened with the oil that had some sort of spicy scent.

Frieda grabbed Linda’s cock, and guided it into Pretty Boys Rectal Cavity. “Let Frauline Frieda help.”

James, I am sure felt the penetration but also the vibration, so he thought it was another dildo. He didn’t know that he was going to be fucked in the ass by his spouse.

She eased it all the way in. It was longer and thicker than the black dildo, and as she rocked back and forth on her knees, thrusting her hips, she reached down with her hands still covered with oil and began to stroke James’s King Size Hard On in long sensuous squeezes.

James was trying everyway he could to free himself from his bondages; he figured out he was being fucked in the ass by someone, and was not being impaled with a dildo. But Linda was in control. Rubbing his cock up and down with her hand squeezing it hard, and then thrusting her hips fast and relentlessly deep, so that the vibrator rubbed her clit each time she bottomed out, I watched in total captivation as Herr James finally quit fighting his anal rape, and accepted his fate, moaning into Sharon’s cunt.

Sharon was right on the edge, tits hard, hands on her knees, putting her pussy right on his lips and tongue.

James was first, Mount St. Helens exploded upward into the air, powerful jets that shot up to Linda’s face, her hair, on her tits and belly. The heat from the cum set Linda off again, as she was frantically jacking off James pointing his nozzle away from her face, burying the large rubber cock deep into her husbands colon so she could get the maximum amount of pleasure from the vibrator imbedded in the plastic gonads. Just as James was finished, Sharon grabbed Linda by the back of the head and pulled her lips to her tits that also had been coated with James’s joyful expenditure of sexual energy. Linda lost in cuming started obliviously sucking on Sharon’s hardened nipples licking off a rather large volume of cum. This finally got Sharon to go off into the happy hunting grounds, yelling like a female Lion in heat.

Sharon was having one major orgasm after another, and looked each of us in the eye, cuming, head high, proud, with Linda bent over greedily suckling her husbands passion off her sexually charged nipples.

Frieda then went into high gear and had all of the ladies, bend over and climb up on the sides of the bed so that they were on their knees with their pussy’s and ass’s pointing outward. She then had each of the men get behind the ladies, and I can assure you after watching the three amigo’s put on their show we were all hard and looking for love in any place we could put it.

“You will now fuck zie cunt in front of you until, I say zstop and move to the right. If nien orgasm from zie wurst,” She was standing by me and stroked my rubber coated neon blue pleasure stick. “Zen Frau Linda vill treat your condition with her ass-i-lator.”

I can tell you, right now, I did not want to be ass-i-lated. Nope I had no desire to find out how it would feel to have a 7-8 inch rubber dick fucking my exposed asshole. This was one cherry I always planned to keep.

“Snell, snell, vuck your bitch.”

And that is what I did. Ellen was in front and I was going like a steam locomotive back and forth, trying as hard as I could to blow my whistle. I was close and about to become the cookie monster and get my cookies, when I heard. “Halt, zie will quit vucking zie bitches, and zluts. You vill move to the right.”

Shit I thought I was so fucking close. I moved over and to my surprise, Frauline Frieda had positioned herself so that she was my next hard target. “You vant to make my little frieda happy?” She patted her pussy, coyly looked me in the eye, then turned around, knees on the bed, moved her head down with her hips high in the sky. I looked down on one of the most perfect pussy’s I had every seen. It was glistening with her passion fluid. My dick slid in, her pussy was surprisingly a tight tunnel, I found out later, she had not let James the pirate into her treasure chest, but played with him with her mouth, hands and toys.

I reached around and pulled down the front of the corset and massaged her perfect natural C tits, while I pounded away at her slim wonderfully shaped ass. She was moaning deeply, she needed a fucking really bad, and I was somewhat pleased she had chosen me, to do the honors of giving her the physical pleasure she wanted. We kept it going like the two Ever Ready Bunnies. Since Frauline Frieda decided there would be no more rotation until she got her reward for being such a good little bitch there was no more retations. I let her cum, then I went over, finally getting my rocks, it was a long very satisfying orgasm. I then reveled in the feeling by leaving my softening cock in her steaming love tunnel so I could feel it contracting, in light butterfly orgasmic spasms.

I came back to earth and noticed there were others still at it; who had not gotten over. One in particular, Charles, he just couldn’t find the right combo to turn his happy pole into a happy meal. To be honest I don’t think he was trying too hard, and to make a long story short, he got ass-i-lated, only it was Carol who did the honors, while Linda sat on his face.

Well I wasn’t exactly sure but I think I had fucked everyone there but Judy, and to be honest, I decided she had had enough randy cock for the night, and I was not interested in becoming the caboose for the train. So I found a bedroom with Judy’s name on it, and went in and went to bed. I thought I was finished for the night but I was wrong. I had just gotten into a light sleep maybe for an hour or two, when I was awakened by a kiss on my lips and lips on the tip of my dick.

It didn’t take Albert Einstein to figure out I was in the room with two ladies. The light was very dim but you could see. In bed with me were Judy and her mother Pam. They had decided that they wanted to know what it would be like to make love to the same man at the same time, together, and if they liked it they were going to jointly fuck Peter. Judy was sucking on my cock, Pam was kissing me on the mouth playing with my nipples and sending a new message to mission control to get my rocket ready for a new launch.

The twins on the boat were an experience, and Mary and Marie, cousins were a trip, but watching a mother and daughter take turns sucking my cock. Momma instructing her daughter the best way to hold and jack off a dick as well as tell her what her father liked best, was a kinky trip that was way, way, out, in outer space. They worked my cock well over an hour. Riding me, sucking me, Pam showing Judy the best way to move her hips, and to concentrate on voluntarily squeezing my dick with her internal cunt muscles. She explained and demonstrated how to keep a dick right on the edge of cuming and just give it enough stimulation to remain super hard but not let it cum. How to put her hands between my ass cheeks while I was humping her on top, spreading them and slide an index finger in my ass. I was in lab fucking 101.

They then sat on both sides of me, knees together, their ass sitting on their heals. Each had a hand jacking me off. Pam reached over my legs and put her hand in Judy’s pussy and started playing with it. As she started rubbing Judy’s clit it wasn’t long before Judy was reaching over rubbing her mothers twat. Pam said. “Peter loves to watch two women getting themselves off. This will drive him crazy. We might both get a new car with this action.”

They are all whores, I thought.

Judy started going off with Pam’s expert hands, she sounded like she couldn’t get her breath she was cuming so hard and fast. Pam’s tits were hard buttons she was totally turned on watching her daughter having an orgasm under her controlling fingers. She was without mercy, pouring on the stimulation, hearing Judy gasping asking her to stop, then not stop, that she couldn’t stop cuming.

I finally couldn’t hold it, so for the fourth and final time that night, I had a liftoff, but my balls felt like lead weights that had been left behind on the launch pad. Only this time, Judy had her mouth suctioned around my cock and inhaled every drop. I just was exhausted, after cuming and couldn’t move, but Pam still not finished. She put Judy in a 69 position. Judy was hesitant at first being on top. But no doubt Pam had some experience in snatch consumption and was making Judy crazy with orgasms, it was only a matter of time before she lowered her head and experienced eating her first taco. She began giving her mother the same feelings her mother was giving her. This went on for quite some time until both stopped cuming from exhaustion and they rolled over on their sides and went to sleep. I closed my eyes and did not wake up again until I got up.

Pam was gone, so I figured she must have gotten up and gone to her room.

So here I was outside watching a new day dawn, wondering how I was going to get back home, when I heard the glass sliding door open behind. Peter walked through came around and sat on a chair to my right, drinking a cup of the steaming coffee that I had made earlier.

“Mind if I join? It looks like a pretty sun rise.”

What was I going to say after fucking his wife and daughter, “No thanks I don’t sit with a daughter fucker?”

“Sure have a seat, I was just thinking about last night.”

“You and me both. It did get a little wild. I just don’t know what happened. I must have had too much to drink.”

He looked at me with unsure eyes, not really believing he had actually pounded his eighteen-year-old daughter in front of everyone.

Me, I couldn’t believe I had his daughter, and wife, sucking and fucking me for two hours and watched them do a 69. We both were a little queasy about last night’s activity.

“Look Mr.”

“Just call me Peter, after last night, you don’t need formalities.”

“Look Peter, I have not been to very many of these kinds of parties. But I assume that everyone here knows anything can happen when they come here. There has to be some kind of unpredictability factor or no one would attend. It is just raw sex, no love, no feeling just raw uninhibited physical sex.”

“I know, but.....”

He was greatly grieved; I took the time to look into his mind and realized he was not the driving force behind he and Pam attending these parties. It was Pam who loved the adventure, Peter tagged along because he really cared about Pam and did not want to lose her. She was the aggressor; that I could tell from last night.

Yes, Peter enjoyed himself with the other ladies, but truth be known he would rather have just been making love to his own wife Pam. In fact many times in order to climax he imagined the lady he was with was his wife.

Pam on the other hand was your basic everyday bi-slut, who spread her legs whenever she got near a hard dick, stuck out her tongue when she got around a hot and willing pussy.

I felt sorry for Peter, in an odd sort of way. After all I had just spent two hours fucking both his wife and daughter, while they were talking about how good they were going to make him feel when they got him home. I guess it was their weird way of showing him that they cared for him too. Shit, I thought, this is too fucking early in the morning for me to be worrying about a man who had just committed incest at an orgy. I just needed to go home and get ready for the next week.

“How do I get back to the club and get to my jeep?”

“Oh, don’t worry, your car was driven up last night. It is outside with the key in the ignition. They will be serving breakfast in the main dining area in an hour you might want to wait, the chef is really good, he will fix whatever you want.”

What the hell I had not eaten since yesterday afternoon.

I waited around, more of the group arose, got into the coffee, some stayed inside others came out, sat and talked. Very little was said about the night before. I am sure everyone was still digesting the night’s sexual overindulgence and wishing they could take a Tums so as to remove the effects of any unsavory consumption.

Me, I wasn’t guilty, now, after all, as I told myself, it was Macho Cock that was doing his thing last night; I was just a shotgun rider. I was now wondering if they were going to have another party before I left for school, and wondered what I needed to do in order to get invited.

Linda came out of her room, made up, hair perfect, and announced that breakfast was served. We all went into the house and into a rather large dining room and had breakfast buffet style. Peter’s earlier comment about the food, was an understatement, it was a feast!

They sat around, ate, and talked about what rich people usually all talk about when they are together. There are usually two things, maybe three depending, on what they are doing at the time. The first thing they usually talk about is what they are eating, how good it is, what they ate the day before, and what they plan to eat later on. Eating for the wealthy is a status symbol. When they travel like to New York they always have to eat at some 5 star eating establishment usually called Anton’s or Christopher’s. They usually spend several thousand dollars on the food and wine, and if you haven’t eaten there you ain’t worth Jack Shit. You usually get a blow-by-blow description of what they ordered, ate and drank. Kind of a one on one up-man-ship game they all play. If they are on a vacation, on a cruise, ski trip, they will talk about other trips, parties, how great it was. Again, you haven’t been there your status in the ranks of the rich and aimless is now at the floor.

However there is one thing that is always talked about anytime the really super rich get together. What is it? It is how NOT to pay taxes. Your true status among the wealthy is not how much money you are worth, or how much you made last year. To discuss that is considered rather common and crude. No it is how much you didn’t pay in taxes; that will determine your status in the wealthy elite of America and the world.

Yes, if you bought 10,000 shares of Micro-Soft at $5 a share 30 years ago, and have made a few 100 million dollars, you will get some accolades from your wealthy friends. But if you can arrange it so that you didn’t have to pay any capital gains taxes when you cash out, you literally have the men standing there with hardons, pre cum staining their pants, mouths open, drooling down the front of their shirts. The women, well their nipples get hard as rocks, and they start creaming in their panties. And that is what really drives the rich.

Because there is always an election year, I feel somewhat obligated to share some truths about politicians with those of you who follow this story. First of all if you go back to previous chapters you know the origin of all governments is to take another man’s beautiful pussy away from him and give it to your dick. Therefore all governments are very closely associated with fucking. Why would a person who has money or is very brilliant and can make far more money, go into “public service,” and make less money? The reason is he wants beautiful young melt in your mouth pussy. Politicians or political figures are there so they can fuck the people they represent, both figuratively and literally.

Why did Bill Clinton become governor of Arkansas? It was so that he could have an unlimited source of Razorback Pussy. It is documented that he had his bodyguards out and about procuring his bitches. He tells everyone he became inspired to become president when he met JFK. What did JFK do that inspired him? JFK was fucking Marilyn Monroe in the White House, and he was married to one of the classiest ladies in the world, and the only reason he was got away with it was because he was the president.

So Wild Bill’s total goal in life is to become president so he can go after the higher caliber snatch that is available to the president in Washington and not have any adverse consequence. Shit you unzip your fly at work and expose Mr. Winkee to a female co-worker, underling, or intern and you will be out of a job, and in federal court faster that you can say harassment. But our ex-president got $12,000,000 for writing a book. (That is 12 million dollars for those of you who can’t read numbers. And how about the Kennedy Clan? No choirboys there.)

People become government, political figures for only two reasons; the first is for power, the second is that once they have the power, they use it to exchange bodily fluids with someone of the opposite or same sex. Everything is fair game; nothing is out of reach. Young under aged pussy, (Remember the congressman from Illinois, he now is a top dog of the NAACP), Jessie J just likes all kinds of fertile pussy, his goal is be the future black father of America. And let us not forget the congressman still in office whose boyfriend was running a male prostitution ring in the congressional athletic club. And how about the congressman from California that was getting it from his interns, and if they talked, well they kind of disappeared in a park. And let us not forget the governor of New Jersey chasing a male aide around the desk.

Do you think JFKerry could get laid with his warm sincere charm? I don’t think so. But let him get to the presidency, and every Hollywood Babe, Blue Blooded liberal in the country will be spreading her legs just to say they fucked a president. The good news is; if he gets in we can all be assured that his affairs will at least be a little classier than the boy from Arkansas and the women he decides to pound will have more of their own teeth. The may be a little heavier into BoTox, but they definitely will have more teeth.

And do you think he is going to fuck his friends at Martha’s Vineyard with higher taxes? Hey believe that and I have swampland in Arizona I will let you have for just over $5,000 per acre. Remember the rich will sell their children into white slavery to keep from having to pay taxes. He and his VP are not just rich they are super rich, and they will not tax themselves. There will always, always, always, be loopholes you can drive an eighteen-wheeler through for the rich. And what about you and me the middle class?

Well we are all standing there in a row with our pants down bent over, ready to get penetrated in our rectal orifice every April 15th. So if the Liberals get back in power they only difference will be that they are just going to be using a bigger prick. Conservatives ass-i-late too, but the cock they use is smaller and they use oil, and it just doesn’t hurt as much. BUT WE ARE ALL STILL BEING BUTT FUCKED IN THE ASS. Today the average American works over 6 months out of every year just to pay his taxes.

When a man or a woman ends up in state or federal legislature they get infected with a virus that alters their sexual anatomy. It is called FYCTAHS, (Its pronounced fick-tahhhs, which stands for, Fuck Your Constituents, Tax All Holdings Syndrome) the longer they stay in the chambers, the greater the infection and the greater the physical change. What is it? The first change that occurs in a woman is that her pussy’s clit starts getting bigger and begins to look like a dick. Her pussy lips begin to sag and begin hanging down, like a set of make believe gonads, they get aggressive and start talking in a deep voice, and will even start screaming and yelling like a man pissed off. Hillary is really infected.

The men start changing also, their gonads start shrinking and they start talking like little old women saying how shocked and outraged they are, and they never do anything but sit on their asses and bitch. GIRLIE BOYS (Look at Tom Dasher, is he for real or is he really a female impersonator dressed up like a man.) They never take any action. They become mindless blond bimbos in disguise taking all of their instruction from the New York Times, the Washington Post, and Michael More; who tell them how they should act, what they should do, how they should dress, how they should think, and how they should vote on each issue.

Both the women’s Clits and the men’s dicks have one common characteristic, when you hold money in front of them, they split open, and like the creature’s mouth in Alien a little appendage comes out, and opens its jaw, grabs the money. Next with the money firmly attached, the clit sweeps it back into the vaginal abyss that is snapping like a giant squids beak. And everyone knows when it comes to money; pussy’s can never be full or ever have enough.

The male appendage sweeps it back into the ass, and you hear a giant sucking sound as the money is pulled deep into a massive dark black hole. Why do think Ted K is so fat, it is because he had been stuffing all of your money up his giant asshole; excuse me I meant oversized rectal orifice (No reason to be crude, since this is political commentary). And look at the speaker of the house he isn’t exactly on a starvation diet.

So how should you vote, well it depends. If you like being fucked in the ass by a giant oversized prick, pick a rich liberal; pretty soon he will have you so stretched out that you won’t be able to hold on to or control anything. You will become just another cheap whore at a minority political convention, so used and stretched that you won’t even feel it when you are being fucked. And the virus? Well when a liberal cums in your ass, the virus, that has infected them, mutates, and creates DOGCHOPS. That stands for Dependency on Government Controlled Hand Out Program, Syndrome.

If you pick a conservative at least you can buy Preparation H & R Block that has antibodies that prevent you being infected, and will sooth some of the pain as you are being ass-i-lated, so that you still can have the freedom to be able to dump some of your load, when and where you want to.

Well now back to the story, sorry about the diversion, but I am up to my ears in political bullshit and I had to vent. When there is time, we will just have to discuss how federal judges fit into the scheme of things.

After breakfast we all said our goodbyes and I headed back to the house. There was to be no studying today. I did do some running, I felt is would help clear my head. My body screamed in defiance, I ached all over. I got back to the house showered and was about watch a movie, maybe take a nap, when the doorbell rang.

I answered it, and there to my surprise was Charles Hansen. He looked at little tired and looked like he had aged 10 years.

“Hi Jackson, may I come in.”

“Sure, Mr. Hansen, be my guest.”

I opened the door, and he walked in.

“I came over to invite you to dinner, Mary told me you were staying at the Noble House, and I had never been inside. You don’t mind if I take a look around? I have heard so much about it.”

It was afternoon. “Tell you what, let me make you and I a drink, and I will give you the grand tour.”

I fixed his favorite, made it a double. Me I was drinking a diet coke. We walked around; I showed him the place, with the exception of the library. I told him that it was off limits at Grant’s request. He thanked me, for the tour we sat down in the large room that was facing the lake.

“Oh, again if you do not have any plans can you come over for dinner tonight?”

I could feel Charles’ distress, pain, sorrow, and deep, deep, grief. It was not in his mind but in his body. Strong emotional grief colors, had lodged themselves around his heart and chest, and radiated outward. The Scotch; began to loosen some of his pain, and he relaxed some. But it wasn’t enough, otherwise I would have not done what I did; he would not have opened up. He finished his drink, I got up and made him another.

I accepted the invitation and mentioned that I was sorry about what had happened concerning the Huntley’s and I could see by his facial expressions that his emotions had been bottled up almost to overflowing. I remembered reading in my Aunt Natasha’s book about how she would push people with extreme grief and sorrow, to release it out into the world. That many of the survivors of the Holocaust she had come in contact with, could not express their emotions and that she would go in, and lance them like a boil. This would bring to the surface the deep emotional wounds, releasing the pain, so that healing process would begin and they once again could feel love.

I could see the hardness of the pain, it looked like a large hard black shell. I pushed an imagined of a scalpel that moved towards his chest; that sliced and cut open the shell, releasing the emotions that were trapped inside. Multiple colors powerfully expanded out of the opening I had made, causing the shell to disappear discharging the pent up anger, pain, and grief outward away from his body completely enveloping the room.

Charles began to sob deeply, weeping, holding his head in both of his hands. He was sobbing so deeply, almost he almost choked not being able to breath. I was very overtaken by his reaction as well as the fact I was now empathically experiencing his sorrow and pain. There was no stopping the flood of emotions that were now flowing out into me. It just kept flowing like a giant river; that had just liberated itself from a dam. Finally the river of emotions faded away, I didn’t need to say anything, but I got up and put a large box of Kleenex beside him. There was silence for at least 10-15 minutes.

I knew, he had never allowed himself to fully mourn the loss of his spouse; he had swallowed the sting of the loss and buried it deep down inside his person. Carol Huntley’s death just compounded and magnified the problem.

During the silence his feelings continued to flow out of him, until there was just emptiness and peace. From the box of Kleenex he remove some tissues, and blew his nose, cleaning himself up, he then sat back on the couch picked up his scotch and took a sip and looked at me both a little self-conscious but a hundred pounds lighter.

Me, I was very shaken, I had felt all of the pain he experienced, my chest was hurting during the episode, but as he recovered I felt the pain fading away.

We sat there very quiet for several minutes.

“I am sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I did not know I was hurting so bad.”

“Mr. Hansen, you have nothing to apologize for, I was just here. You must have needed it, or it would not have happened. No doubt you have been under a lot of pressure these last few years.”

His eyes got watery, “Thanks son, you still are coming over tonight?”

“Did Maria and Mary come back with you?”

“No they went on to New York. Maria has an old great grandmother; that lives in upstate New York, they said her health was failing and Maria decided to go visit. Mary went with her. Robert is in the process of moving and getting ready to start medical school. So it is just Mary and myself. She had been a saint. I don’t know if we could have made it without her.”

I could tell that Charles was a little interested in Aunt Mary, but that he had kept his relationship at an arms length because he did not want to drive her off. He knew how crazy she was about her deceased husband.

“Aunt Mary is a neat lady, you know she is very fond of you?”

“Really?” He looked surprised.

“Yes, I could see a little disappointment in her face when your daughter was talking about you and Carol.”

There was a little register of pain on Mr. Hansen’s face, as the sight of Carol dead on the floor, flashed across his mind; it went away.

I then became my old self and brought back Crusader Dick from exile, and with just, “A Little Influence,” I planted a small thought about the possibility of him and Mary having a relationship. I then gave Charles the confidence he would need to move his rapport with Mary up a notch. Tonight at dinner I would be writing a love sonata between two people that loved one another but were afraid to put any actions to their feelings for fear it would destroy their friendship.

Charles left, and told me that we would start drinking cocktails at six. I told him I would be there.

My time spent helping Mr. Hansen made me feel good, I was really very please with myself. There was only two weeks left before I had to leave. I was about to complete all of the lessons. There were no messages on the answering machine. I put on my bathing suit and decided to lie out in the sun, for the rest of the day.

Later that night at dinner, I brought the two of them together. It was a gentle nudging; two boats being drawn together into a narrow channel both finally on the same course. It was perfect timing. Mary could tell the difference in Charles when he came back. I was able to plant some very positive thoughts into Mary about sharing with Charles how she really felt about him. What happened? Mary’s son James; got a new step-dad that he was crazy about. Mary and Robert both got a second mom, not too unlike their real one, and got to see their dad happy again.

Mr. Hansen retired after their marriage, and sold his business to my dad and brothers who were financed by Grant Mason’s firm. They lived in both Denver and Tahoe. She kept up her charity and community work, and occasionally went back home to visit Robert who when he graduated, moved into the old house, and set up a practice in our hometown. Mary and Charles are both joyously happy with their second chance. They have lived a long time together, and as I write this story years later they are taking a cruise around the world. It could not have happened to two really special people, and I was glad that along the way I helped.

It was the very first time I learned that I could use my gifts to really help others, and not just gratify my cock and ego. But there was absolutely no way that I could have been prepared for what was to happen to me the next week.