The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Billy was a NASTY kid. He wasn’t abandoned by his father, fucked up by a priest or abused by his mother. He was just downright mean and was probably born that way. He stuck tape on the paws of cats. He set fires in abandoned lots. He pulled the pigtails of all the girls in kindergarten and when they grew out of pigtails, he snapped their bra straps in the school hallways just for fun. If there ever was anyone in this world who you wouldn’t want to get a magic pendant by mail order, it would be Billy. But sometimes life just isn’t fair and 17-year old kids like Billy end up with ultra-powerfull magic items all the same.

Pamela Hickson was the Principal of Bill Clinton High School and the natural enemy of mean teenagers like Billy. Unfortunately, the local school board policy wouldn’t let her permanently expel him unless she could specifically prove he had violated specific policies and he’d been smart enough and careful enough not to do anything so violent or rash.

Until now.

She sat at her desk in her dark blue power suit and skirt and smiled as she read over the report recently filed by Vice-Principal Kirkpatrick. It seemed that the school nurse had gotten several mysterious complaints from junior and senior girls over the past week that someone had been molesting them, and Billy’s name had come up in the investigation. Although there were no actual complaints specifically naming him as the perp, they all mentioned that they had seen him before the incidents. The problem was that although they all seemed certain they were sexually molested in some way, none of them could remember specifics. Mrs. Hickson put down the report and gently picked up her wire rimmed glasses and placed them back on her nose. Then she pushed a button on the speaker phone on her desk.

“Nancy, go ahead and send him in. Then you can go to lunch.”

A minute later, she rose from behind her desk as Billy strutted into her office like he owned the place. Seeing as he spent almost as much time there as she did, that wasn’t much of a stretch. He was wearing jeans and a black Megadeath T-shirt that didn’t quite reach his navel. It had been his favorite since he got it two years ago, but he’d grown a bit since then. In more ways than one. He looked around for the wooden chair that he always sat in and smiled when he noticed that the custodians hadn’t gotten around to covering up the “Hicky Sucks” phrase he had carved in the arm with his pen knife a month ago while she was on the phone. She’d suspended him for that and took his knife away, but he’d gotten something more interesting since then. MUCH more interesting.

“Billy, Billy,” she sighed as she half-smiled and shook her head, “this time I think you’ve gone just a bit too far.” He plopped down in the chair and stared at her light brown hair which she had up in a bun today. He smiled at the way it swayed back and forth as she shook her head. “I think I’ve FINALLY got enough to get rid of you.”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about Hicky,” he said as he ran one hand over the carving and fumbled around in a pocket with the other. “I been behaving myself pretty good, I think. Ain’t started any fights, ain’t burned down any buildings. Heck, I even been leaving the teachers alone.”

“Well, now,” she said as she walked around her desk and snatched up the report, “that’s not what I’ve been hearing.” Billy lowered his eyes to her legs as she walked. She always wore the same black low-healed straps with no hose. Billy didn’t exactly remember when he started noticing that kind of thing, but since he started, he just couldn’t seem to stop. Young, old, he didn’t care, ALL women were new and exciting now. His dick never seemed to get soft, except for that five or ten minutes right after he used it. And he’d been using it a LOT since he got his new toy.

Principal Hickson leaned back on the edge of her desk and started flipping through the report. “There have been five reports of female students assaulted in the past week and the only common factor in all the cases is that they remember seeing YOU just before they passed out.”

Billy thought she said something, but he didn’t hear it because he was looking at the big bumps pushing her white blouse out through her blue jacket. He figured her to be 40 or something, but those tits were probably pretty huge. “Huh?” he replied, absentmindedly, pulling something out of the pocket of his jeans.

“I said, five girls have been attacked and they all say that YOU were around.” She peered down at him over the top of her glasses. “Do you have anything to say?”

“I dunno anything about any attacks, but if you’re talkin’ about Mary, Jennie, Denise, Monica and Kristen, I was just showin’ off my magic pendant.” Billy spun what looked like a blue marble on a slim chain around his hand in one direction until it wrapped around it, then spun it quickly the other way until it unwrapped itself. “They all wanted to see it, so I showed it to ‘em.”

The woman sighed and took a deep breath and dropped the hand holding the report to one knee and it made a whistling noise as it dropped through the air. “This is very serious, Billy, if there is any truth to this at all, it is grounds for expulsion and possible criminal charges.”

“What, now it’s a crime for me to show off a magic pendant?” Billy said snidely as he started to get up out of the chair. The marble hung from the chain and swung back and forth as he moved.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Billy, I’m going to give you one last chance to come clean and then I’m going to have to turn this over to the police.” She straightened up as he did and looked down at him. At five-ten, she was an imposing figure, which helped immensely at her job as a disciplinarian. “And I’m going to need more from you than silly stories about magical baubles.”

Billy looked hurt, or at least tried his best to look hurt. “It’s not silly, Hicky, it really works,” he said as he held the chain and marble out at arm’s length so she could get a good look at it. “It ought to, it cost me twenty bucks!”

The principal put her free hand to her face, not knowing whether to laugh out loud or show disgust. “Really, Billy, I guess I should have known better.” She turned slightly to put the report back on her desk and smiled. “But I’m going to be blunt with you; I could have gone directly to the police with this, but I just had to get you in here one last time to...”

And as turned her head back around towards him, Billy stretched his arm up and out and waved the pendant back and forth in front of her face. “...see the look on your FACE when I...”

“...when I...” Her eyes instantly locked on the blue marble, the pretty, bright blue marble as it swung soft and silently back and forth through the air less than ten inches from her face. “...when I...” she repeated, eyes unblinking, as she followed the pendant back and forth.

“Watch the pretty blue,” Billy whispered softly as he watched her eyes move from side to side. “Such a pretty blue?”

“Pretty blue...” she repeated, her arms gently falling to her sides. “...such a pretty blue...”

“You love the pretty blue, must watch the pretty blue.”

“...love the pretty blue...” Her lips parted only slightly as she followed his whisper, her breaths slowing to match the rhythm of the marble as it swayed. “...watch the pretty blue...”

After a minute more, Billy smiled wide as he continued to move the pendant back and forth and watched the tall woman’s body sway slightly with it, neck, arms and legs fairly rigid. “Oh, Hicky, if you could only see YOUR face,” he chuckled softly to himself.

Finally, he let the pendant come to rest and twirled it around his wrist one last time as he stepped back to better observe his nemesis. Her eyes slowly closed as he put the bauble back in his pocket and she stood there in front of her desk, unmoving.

“Hmm, what to do, what to do?” he whispered evilly to himself as he moved to lock the office door. “So many NASTY ideas, so little time.”

He reached out and poked one of her tits through her blouse and smiled as he observed that her eyelashes didn’t even twitch. “Best twenty bucks I EVER spent,” he chuckled.

“So, Hicky,” he whispered in one ear, “can you hear me?”

Her lips parted barely, just enough to manage a soft moan. “Yes,” she answered with a breathy exhale.

“Cool,” he said, and nibbled her earlobe. “Now, Miss High and Mighty, you’re gonna to do everything I say, right?”

“Yes,” she repeated, softly.

“Good.” He reached down to adjust himself. As much as his body liked the fun he had afterwards, for some reason this always seemed to be his favorite part. “First, we have to get a few things straight.”

He ran his hand down to the bottom of her skirt and slowly lifted it as he talked. “Whenever you hear me say ‘pretty blue magic’ you’re gonna remember the pretty blue marble and be exactly as you are now. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“And besides a few words I’m gonna tell you, you aren’t gonna remember anything about what happens when you’re exactly as you are now.” He reached down between her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy.

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” he muttered to himself as he moved two fingers inside her panties. “What next?” Looking at the plaques on her wall, he got an idea.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-seven.”

“When is the last time you had sex with a guy?”

“About two months.”

“Listen really close,” he moved closer and whispered in her ear, “when you hear me say the words ‘Horny Hicky,’ you’re going to go back to your normal bitchy self, except that you’re going to have this incredible urge, something like you’ve never felt before. It’s gonna be really, really strong and you can’t resist it. What’s gonna happen is that when I say ‘Horny Hicky,’ you’re going to try everything and anything you can to get me to eat your pussy until you cum. Yeah, just about all you’ll be able to think about is getting nasty old Billy to eat your cunt until you have a huge orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“And when you hear me say the words ‘Bitchy Hicky,’ you’re gonna turn all the way back into your normal bitchy self, and the LAST thing in the world you’re gonna want is me down there licking your snatch, but you’re gonna be so far down the road to the most amazing cum you’ve ever had that you won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming with my tongue down there. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent!” Billy cackled to himself as he walked over to the windows and shut the blinds. He’d done some really nasty things since he got his magic pendant, but this one was even gonna be better than the time he got Denise to suck off Mr. Daniels. Those pics were gonna get him an A in Chemistry for sure.

“Too bad I forgot to bring my camera,” he sighed, before plopping back down in the chair and looked back up at the Principal, who was still standing straight up, eyes closed, in front of her desk. The only sign of movement he could see were a few strands of hair wafting in the artificial breeze of the air conditioning vents near the window. “Oh, well, there’s always tomorrow.”

“Gee, Miss Hickson, you really look like a ‘Horny Hickey!’”

Immediately, the woman’s eyes shot open and she caught herself just as she was about to topple backwards over the desk. Billy tried to suppress a nasty giggle as her skirt flew up above her knee as she moved both arms behind her to prop herself up on the desk. “What the...?!”

“Gee, be careful, Hicky, you wouldn’t want to break anything important,” Billy smiled from across the room.

Hickson drew a very deep breath and a hand went up to her forehead. “I don’t understand...”

“You were talking about calling the police...”

“Yes,” she shook her head and reached for the phone. “That’s right.”

“Well, I guess I’ll miss this place,” Billy said with a smile as he looked around the room. “It’s been almost like a second home to me.”

“Uh...” Pamela Hickson stammered as she reached again for the phone, only to draw her hand back and place it on her forehead along with the other one.

“Something the matter, Miss Hickson?” Billy stood up from the chair.

“Uh, no,” she moved over to the window and reached for the temperature controls. “Just hot.”

“Eh, I think you stopped being ‘hot’ about ten years ago,” Billy chuckled as he watched her lower her face to the vent. “But I guess there’s gotta be some old fart out there somewhere...”

“Don’t understand...” she repeated softly and her breaths got deeper. She bent over the vents and began taking off her jacket. “This isn’t right...can’t be right...”

“Well, all this is interesting and all, but I guess maybe I oughta start boning up on prison life, eh?” Billy smiled, and began moving towards the door.

“NO!” She blurted out and threw her jacket on the floor. “I mean...” And she looked towards Billy as she picked the jacket back up, and he could see wetness beginning to show through the arms of her blouse. “You don’t really want to...go to prison...do you?”

“Well,” he stopped and threw his arms up, “you said you’ve got the goods on me—what the hell can I do?”

“Maybe...” she started as she awkwardly draped the jacket on the back of her chair and stared down at the report on her desk. Her left hand started moving slowly down her side towards her waist and inside... “Maybe...”

“What?” He moved closer.

“Maybe...” she picked up the report with one hand as she sat down in the chair, the other hand disappearing behind and underneath the desk... “it doesn’t have to...”

“You sure you’re all right?” he half-smiled as he put his hands on the desk. “Anything I can do...?”

“Maybe...” she repeated again to herself, as the report dropped into the trash can beside her desk... “I can’t believe this, I just can’t fucking believe this,” she muttered between gasps and the chair gave a mighty squeak as she suddenly pushed it backwards with her legs. “NO! What the FUCK am I thinking?!” Her skirt dropped back to her knees as she brought both hands back up to cover her face. “Oh, God, what the FUCK am I thinking?!”

He moved across the front of the desk and halfheartedly reached for the phone. “I dunno, Miss Hickson, but I think maybe I oughta call the school nurse, huh?”

“Yeah...” she muttered, and she rubbed her legs together firmly, back and forth and then her head snapped back up to meet his eyes. NO!”

“Geez, make up your mind already!” He said firmly, but playfully, as he locked his eyes with hers. “What the fuck do you want me to DO?!”

Both hands cradled her nose and mouth as she breathed deeply into the valley formed between them. Her face was a strange shade of pink now and strands of hair began to fall about her face. She swallowed hard, a single tear escaping from beneath closed eyes. “Get under my desk,” she whispered.

“I beg your pardon?” Billy smirked.

“I want you to get under my fucking desk!” She snapped her head up and hissed, and pulled up her skirt with both hands, spreading her legs wide.

Billy backed away from the desk and looked blankly at her. “What the hell am I supposed to do down there?”

“I...” she started, one hand going back to cover her face, the other dipping down between her thighs to move her panties to one side. “I need you to...”

“What?” Billy smirked and stood still. “You need me to what?”

“God, PLEASE!” she cried, and pulled the panties further to one side. “You know...”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Cunnilingus,” she whispered, and her fingers closed over her eyes.

“What the fuck is that?” Billy squinted. “You know, I only got a seventh-grade education, I don’t know no fancy foreign words.”

“You know, with your tongue...” She backed up a bit further in her chair and spread her legs wider, one knee propped on the edge of the desk.

“You want my tongue WHERE, exactly?”

“Oh, God, here,” she propped the other knee up and leaned back further in the chair as she ran one finger across her pubic hair. “My vagina.”

“Oh, Geez, again with the big words,” Billy chuckled. “In English, please?”

“My PUSSY, OK...” she cried, finally. “I need you to lick my pussy!” One hand began to move about between her thighs while the other closed about her eyes, dampness now beginning to coat the fingertips of both.

Billy backed away. “YEEEEUUUUUCK!!!” He waved his hands about. “I got half the freshmen in school begging for my dick, and you want me to put my mouth on your old shrinkled up pussy?!”

“PLEASE?!” she pleaded, her eyes continuing to well up. “You just HAVE to!” She sat up a bit in the chair and the hand that was covering her face jutted out suddenly in his direction, reaching out for him on the end of a trembling arm.

Billy stopped at that and looked down at his crotch. “Uh, I dunno, Hicky. That seems kinda one-sided to me.”

“Oh, God, please, I NEED it!” Her legs flew together quickly, her thighs pressing her hand between them and she cocked her head forward to look at him with pleading eyes. Her shoes made a plopping noise as the fell to the carpeted floor.

“Well,” Billy mused out loud. “Right now I’m not too turned on by that idea.” He shook his head. “I mean, you just don’t usually come right out and ask someone to eat your pussy before you get all warmed up now, do you?”

He moved towards the desk and smiled as her legs parted once more. “I mean, I guess it’s been a while since you tried to get a man, but you really need to loosen him up a bit before you just come right out and ask him to lick it.” He waved one hand in the air, then pointed towards her blouse. “At LEAST show me your titties.”

Her hands went up to the front of her blouse. “NO!” She blurted. “...I mean, just...PLEASE, just...you know.” More of her hair had shaken loose and her neck was getting wet.

He sat on the desk. “You’re really not very good at this, are you teach? First you open your shirt and show boobies THEN maybe I lick your pussy.”

Suddenly, she shot straight up and reached out her hands for his head, her hair finally tumbling out of her bun, “Listen, you punk. I tried asking nicely!” she growled. “Now LICK MY FUCKING PUSSY!” And she caught him about the neck and shoulders with both arms as she jumped onto the desk with both knees, sending paperwork and office supplies tumbling noisily this way and that. He fell awkwardly backwards onto the floor in front of the desk and she slid on top of him, her right foot kicking over her desk lamp and sending the photo of her smiling husband and two daughters toppling along with it.

Now being the mean kid that he was, Billy got in all kinds of fights growing up and even the athletic principal from hell wasn’t going to get the best of him in a wrestling match unless he wanted her to. After a moment of struggling, she had managed to stay on top of him and straddled his waist, but his arms were over and around her legs so she couldn’t move any further up his chest. Finally, she collapsed on top of him, her skirt torn around her waist and her long hair tangled about the both of them. “Please, just lick my pussy,” she whimpered.

“Nope,” he said firmly. “Not until you show me your titties.” And he tore off the remainder of her skirt and pinched her ass for emphasis.

Silently, slowly, and with bowed head, she reached one hand to the top buttons of her blouse and began unfastening them. Then she pulled down each bra cup in turn and quickly pulled open the blouse for just a second, then closed it again, her arms crossed against her body.

“What the hell was THAT?” Billy scoffed. “I didn’t even get to see the droopy old things for more than a second. You gotta do better than that, Hicky.”

“...please,” she whined again, with tired resignation, “just eat my pussy.” There were small rivers of perspiration running down her neck and chest now and her blouse was getting soaked. Her eyes were closed and a light trail of mascara ran down her cheeks.

“You don’t listen very well, teach,” he raised a finger to her chin. “Now show me those old titties.”

With her eyes still closed, Pamela Hickson slowly pulled her arms apart, her large breasts hanging out and over the cups of her bra, glistening with sweat and nipples beginning to firm in the circulating air.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Billy chuckled and reached out to finger a nipple. “Hehe, hehe, I said ‘HARD,’ he guffawed, doing his best Butthead impersonation. “They don’t sag TOO bad for an old broad.”

She tried to move her body further up his chest, but he grabbed her legs between his arms and she fell on top of him, her breasts engulfing his head. “...now lick...” she whispered.

“...mmmfirstmmmthingsmmmfirst..,” came a muffled response from beneath her as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. With a cry, she shot back up off of him. “Hey, no fair!” he said with a wide smile, and he smacked her ass again.

Gathering all her remaining strength, she rose to a squatting position and leapt forward, her knees just escaping his arms, and she landed squarely on his chest, pinning his arms underneath her legs and nestling her bush squarely underneath his chin. “OWWW!” he cried, more out of surprise than anything else.

“DO IT!” she hissed, using one hand to pull her panties aside and the other grabbing a hand full of his hair.

“MMMMFFFF!” came the response as his lips remained closed and he bucked once, managing to snake one arm back around and over one of her legs. He reached up and grabbed a flopping breast and squeezed.

She pressed herself forward until her sex was rubbing against his nose and used both hands to wrest his arm off of her boob. “LICK!” she commanded, and adjusted all her weight on top of his neck and face, and let out a sigh of sweet relief as she finally felt his lips on hers.

Taking deep breath after breath, she closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cover her face. Wiping away the moisture, she caught her shaded reflection off the smooth polished front of her desk and abruptly pressed her knuckles against her eyes, grinding them to try and remove the image from the inside of her eyelids.

And she moaned.

Suddenly, he bucked again and drove his other arm back around her leg and stopped. “Fuck, Hicky, you’re almost as dry as the Sahara down here,” he snapped. “Play with your tits or put a finger down here to help or SOMETHING!”

With one hand still covering her face, she slowly dropped the other to the top of her slit and brushed it halfheartedly across her hair. “Oh, C’mon, Hicky, you can do better than that!” he admonished. “I want you to play with your nipples.”

“Oh...don’t...make..” she started, but he cut her off.

“Look, this is just the way it’s gonna be, teach,” he said as he quickly flicked his tongue across her lips, “you help me out here, or I pack up my lips and walk out of here.”

She hung her head with a sniffle and cupped a breast with one hand. Her other hand continued to brush lightly over her dark brown mound. She let out a small gasp as he started again and she closed her eyes...

“And keep your eyes OPEN, “he said as he stopped again, “You look just SO sexy with all that mascara running down your face.” She sniffled again and her face trembled as he went back to work. She bit her lower lip hard and tried halfheartedly to meet his gaze as his eyes danced back and forth between her pussy and her face.

And she moaned.

“Oh, that’s...better,” he looked up at her, his lips glistening with her wetness, “keep playing with that boobie, it’s getting MUCH easier.” He put one finger into her snatch and rubbed it up and down lightly. “Much wetter down here in this old ugly pussy.”

“Please...just...” she started, only to have him cut her off again.

“What, you don’t like nasty talk?” and he stopped again. “I tell you what, teach, nasty talk is THE best thing for getting you all wet.” He flicked his tongue against her clit. “Let’s do it together, shall we?”

“Oh, please, no...” she closed her eyes and brought her hand to her face again.

“Oh, yes.” He gave her clit another teasing touch. “Tell me how much you love me eating your old smelly pussy.”

“...I..uh...”

“Well, if you don’t, I can always stop...” And he moved his hand across his lips, wiping her off his finger.

“No, please...I...love, I mean, it feels...oh, God, no...please...” She inhaled sharply several times, highly pitched gasps running into her upper throat and back out in one lone, belabored breath.

“I...love you eating my...pussy.”

He smacked him lips and sneered, reaching up to twist a nipple. “That didn’t sound too sincere, teach. Try again.”

“I love that you’re eating my...pussy.”

“Your old smelly pussy.” He flicked his tongue across her clit again.

“I love that you’re eating my old smelly pussy.”

“That’s much better.” He pinched one of her lips between his.

And she moaned.

He adjusted himself under her once again, reaching his hand up behind her head. She trembled once as he touched her ear, then again as he inched his fingers up the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of hair. Slowly, he forced her head down towards his. “Now you’ve gone and done it, teach,” he whispered softly, in slow breaks between licking and the gentle sucking. “You’ve got me hard.”

Abruptly, she tried to pull her head back, but he held her hair firmly and stopped once again. He moved his other hand from her sex and rubbed it across her hand, wiping some of her off on her wrist with his thumb. Then he grabbed hold of her hand and threw it behind her. “Get it out for me.”

Immediately, both hands went up to her face. “No...please don’t...” He grabbed one arm and pried a hand away. Tears were beginning to stream steadily now from her eyes and moisture was standing cold down her back. “I...mean...I can’t...”

“Yes, you can,” he snarled. “And you WILL.” And again he threw her hand behind her. And he again flicked his tongue against her now-swolen clit.

Sobbing into one hand, she slowly fumbled blindly with his zipper with the other. He nibbled slowly on her clit again, trying his best to keep time with her fingers as she reached inside his fly and released him. Being the mean kid he was, of course, he never wore underwear anymore because it just got in the way. Feeling the cool air against his hardness, finally, deliberately, he began to work on her in earnest, moving his fingers far into her, then back out again, then back deeper into her, reaching, probing, looking and finding her comb and prodding it gently and in time with his tongue on her clit.

And she moaned. And moved with him.

Slowly, at first, he felt her muscles release, first her legs, then her belly, then her arms, then finally her neck, and her head snapped forward and her hair hung straight down, a bead of sweat trickling down on a strand that touched a breast and rested there for a second before moving down and underneath. And she moved with him.

He looked up at her as he worked. Eyes closed tightly, her gasps came in time with his pecks and licks and sucks now. Her boobs still hung obscenely out from over her bra as her reddened chest heaved with each gasp of air, her parted blouse hung limp and wet from her shoulders, her hair dropped straight down, a glistening brown waterfall cascading down around her face. There was nothing left of her mascara but wide, soft streaks of gray about her eyes and cheeks. Her cheeks were soft red, now, along with every other part of her body. Nothing hard anymore, all soft, all moving with him. He smiled.

And she tightened. Letting go of him, suddenly, both hands came back to her face, and she drew a great breath. He put one finger far into her, moved the other hand underneath her and introduced a slickened finger into her asshole.

And she moaned.

He licked his lips as she began to tighten again. She threw back her head and took in another huge swallow of air. Her tits jutted out mightily as her spine arched backward and her legs clamped about his head and shoulders and squeezed. Deftly, and with a sly smile, he reached up a hand to her head again and pulled it back down to him.

“Oh, we can’t have you cumming yet, now, can we ‘BITCHY HICKY!?’” he said, and abruptly wrapped one arm around her waist, dug two fingers into her ass and clamped his mouth down hard on her clit.

The effect was immediate. Her eyes flashed open and she let out a long exhale, her face began to tremble as her eyes focused, brows raised and mouth open wide. “BILLY?!!” It came first in a long, low wail, then tried to turn into what was almost certainly meant as a scream. “Whaaaaaa?!”

“Wha...the...fuck...fuck...no...no...” Her head shook and her legs buckled mightily with renewed strength against his head, but he held firm with his arms and pressed harder into her asshole with his fingers, as his mouth continued to work on her. “God, NO!” Her arms went first to cover her breasts, then back to her face and then to his face with a halfhearted attempt to slap his mouth away. “This can’t...no...no...oh, fuck noooooooo...” And her mouth widened and her jaw clenched open and she dug her nails into the sides of her face as her protests were interrupted by the onset of the convulsions. “FUCKFUCKNONOFUCKNO!”

Beginning to buckle on top of him now, she was far too lost in her own violent orgy of emotions to feel the small trickle of liquid Billy dancing on her back and her ears were too deaf from her own obscene animal ravings to hear the small sigh that escaped his lips, muffled as it was by her own engorged organ. But all the while, his eyes never lost her face and had she had the mind to look down at them then, she would have seen it all there. Those nasty eyes were laughing loud and hard.

Two minutes later, it was finally over. Totally exhausted, she collapsed limply on top of him. Rolling out from underneath her, he reached down to her whimpering form, ripped off what was left of her blouse and wiped the sweat and juices from his face with it.

“You...sick...bastard...” she managed to hiss. “What...did you do to me?”

He laughed softly and ran the blouse over his cock before throwing it back down on top of her. “Oh, nothing compared to what I COULD have done to you.”

She rolled onto her back, put her arms across her chest and sat up defiantly. “Oh, well, we’ll see about THAT!”

“Is that the way you REALLY want it?” He smiled and cocked his head haughtily.

“As soon as I catch my breath, asshole, you’ll see exactly who you’re dealing with here.” And she started to get to her feet.

“OK, if that’s the way you want it, I guess me and my PRETTY BLUE MAGIC marble will have to take you up on it.”

“...pretty blue magic...” she repeated and teetered on her feet.

“Ah, Hicky, what to do with you,” he chuckled and glanced around the room. “Oh, yeah, OK.”

He reached down and picked up the picture of her family and placed it gently on her desk. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, teach. Every time you are alone with a freshman girl, you’re going to have this overwhelming need to lick her pussy until she cums. It’ll be all you can think about and the feeling will be even STRONGER if she doesn’t want you to lick her pussy, and especially if she fights you. The younger the pussy, the better. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, repeat it.”

“Every time I am alone with a freshman girl, I will have this overwhelming need to lick her pussy until she cums. It will be all I think about and the feeling will be even stronger if she doesn’t want me to lick her pussy, and especially if she fights me.”

He glanced over to the picture again. “How old are your daughters?”

“Thirteen and ten.”

“Excellent.”

He looked around the room and sighed. “Do you have any spare clothes in here?”

“I keep my warm-ups in the closet.”

“Good, go put them on and leave a note for your secretary saying you’re not feeling well and are going home for the rest of the day.”

“Yes,” she said, and started walking blankly towards the closet door.

He glanced first to the photo, then back to her as she walked. Then he shrugged.

A nasty kid’s work is never done.