The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The dream was very vivid.

Chrissy was walking somewhere. She wasn’t sure where but wherever it was. It was foggy and the air was cold and clammy against her skin.

There was a light up ahead and some heat, too. The fog must be lifting, Chrissy told herself. She started walking towards the light.

She walked on. The fog was lifting or at least it was getting lighter and it was definitely getting hotter and for the first time, Chrissy realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. No wonder the cold had bothered her and no matter that the heat felt so good.

There was a clearing. The clearing was oddly familiar but Chrissy knew this was where the heat was coming from and Chrissy knew the heat was good.

There was a pentagram drawn into the grass but it wasn’t just drawn. It was pulsing and it was red and it was hot and Chrissy knew instinctively that if she touched it, it would burn her so she didn’t touch it but she knew she needed the heat so she drew even closer.

“This is where it all started.”

Chrissy hadn’t seen anyone else in the clearing but suddenly, someone was there, someone blond, someone familiar. “Martha,” she said.

The blond smiled. “This is where it all started. This is where you sacrificed your sister to me.”

Chrissy didn’t have a sister. Wait a minute. That didn’t seem right, but how could that not be right. How could she not know she had a sister.

The blond just smiled.

How could no one know. How could no one remember she’d had a sister.

“So you remember.”

It all made sense now. The spare bedroom in the house. It wasn’t a guest room. It was her sister’s room but how could she have forgotten her sister.

The blond smiled. “It’s one of my gifts, making people forget.”

Chrissy looked at the blond. “You did that?”

“No, you did. If you had not brought her here to be sacrificed,” the girl said, “then she would not belong to me, and if she did not belong to me, there would be no reason to make anyone forget.”

“You’re the devil.”

“That is one of my names,” the blond said.

“But what do you want?”

“I want to make you suffer.”

“But why-y-y-y-y-y-y?”

“Why? For many reasons too numerous to mention but let’s just say I’m paying back an old debt and leave it at that.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t,” the girl said, “and I don’t much care if you do understand. I’ve got something for you to do.”

“Anything. I’ll do whatever you want,” Chrissy said.

The devil smiled. “I don’t think you understand. I want you to destroy yourself.”

“But—”

That was as far as Chrissy got because suddenly she found herself incapable of speaking. “Don’t interrupt, my dear. I’m speaking now. I want you to destroy yourself and I’m going to give you the tools to do it.

“Already, your little band of sluts has been seen for what they really are. You have lost credibility and integrity and the school board will meet this evening and at the insistence of the PTA, they will disband your little group of misfits, and tomorrow, all twelve of you will be expelled from school.”

Chrissy tried to say something but the words just would not come.

“I know what you’re going to say,” the blond said, “that you control the school board and the PTA and the school administration but I think you’re going to find that your control isn’t quite as strong as you thought it was.”

Again, Chrissy tried to say something. Again, words failed her.

“But if that was all I wanted, I could have done that already. What I really wanted was you.”

“Me,” Chrissy squawked as the power to speak finally returned to her.

The blond smiled. “Yes. What I really came for was you.” The blond advanced on the cheerleading captain. “But I’m all for letting people make their own choices. Would you like to have a choice?”

Chrissy nodded.

“You’ve got a cute body there. I’ll bet the boys must just love it, don’t they?”

Chrissy nodded. She knew the boys loved her body and she knew she loved it when the boys stopped and stared.

“And I’ll bet the girls must love it, too. I’ll bet the girls must all want to be like you.”

Probably, Chrissy thought and that thought made her feel even better. The blond was right. Everyone liked her. Everyone wanted to be like her.

The blond put her hand on Chrissy’s stomach. “Too bad about what’s going to happen though.”

“What’s going to happen,” Chrissy asked worriedly.

The blond laughed. “Oh don’t worry. It’s not going to happen right now. Not yet, but sometime. You’re going to get pregnant and when you do, you’re going to get really big.” The blond’s hand squeezed itself over Chrissy’s stomach. “Mmm yeah, big stomach, big milk-filled tits. Oh yeah, big.”

Chrissy was scared. “No.”

The blond smiled. “Oh don’t worry, honey. I’m not going to make you pregnant.”

Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, that’s where the choice comes in. You’re going to do it to yourself or not. The choice is up to you.”

“What!”

The blond squeezed her hand over Chrissy’s stomach. “Oh yeah, you are so fertile now. I can feel it. Fuck just about anyone and they’d be likely to make you pregnant. Fuck more than one and the odds go up and the more you fuck, the more certain you are that it’s going to happen.”

“You can’t do that to me,” Chrissy retorted.

The blond smiled. “You should know better than telling me what I can and cannot do. What I’m telling you is the truth. If you get pregnant, you’re going to get big and fat.”

“Well then, that’s not going to happen because I’m not going to let it happen.”

“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Why? What do you mean?”

Martha was standing very close to Chrissy. Suddenly, Chrissy noticed that the other girl wasn’t wearing any clothes. She was wondering why she hadn’t noticed that before.

The blond pressed her body up against Chrissy’s and Chrissy could feel the blond’s tits as they stroked her and where they touched her, it was if her body was suddenly infused with a new kind of heat.

The blond’s lips were practically pressed right up against Chrissy’s. “All you have to do is resist,” those lips said.

Chrissy moaned as she felt the blond squeeze a hand over her stomach and once again, she felt it, the feel of warmth as it seemed to radiate into her body and even as that was happening, the blond was squeezing her hand over the cheerleader’s cheeks and once again, Chrissy felt the heat.

The hand stroked her butt and Chrissy found herself getting even hotter.

“Can you feel it,” the blond whispered even as the hand on Chrissy’s stomach slipped lower. “Can you feel yourself getting hotter?”

Chrissy moaned as she felt that hand slide between her legs and then she felt it, the heat that seemed to radiate from that hand even as it caressed and stroked her pussy. She could feel it. Her pussy was getting hotter. Chrissy whimpered. “You can’t do this to me.”

The blond laughed in Chrissy’s ear. “All you have to do is resist,” she said and yet even as she said it, Chrissy could feel the heat radiating throughout her body. It was like the heat was enveloping her, consuming her, using her up.

“All you have to do is resist,” the blond said just before she kissed Chrissy and when she did, she sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout Chrissy’s body.

Chrissy sat bolt upright in bed. It was a dream, she told herself. It was all just a dream, only, why was she drenched in sweat and why was she so horny.

A shower, she told herself. A shower was what she needed. Something to wash away the cobwebs from that dream, only...

Only it had all seemed so real. Chrissy had trouble getting it out of her mind. It had all seemed so real.

Chrissy climbed into the shower and she let the water flow over her. It was relaxing. Shampoo the hair and rinse. Apply the conditioner. These were things she did every day. These were normal things as was the hand that played between her legs. That was normal too, only that day, that day it felt somehow wetter and somehow hotter.

Chrissy suddenly yanked her hand back as if her hand had suddenly become an agent of the devil. Funny, she thought, that she should choose those words to describe her hand.

Chrissy hopped out of the shower and she dried her hair. She finished getting herself ready and then she was on her way.

“Chrissy,” her mom called. “You’re going to be late for breakfast.”

“I’m coming, mom,” the girl said and indeed she was but then she stopped outside the guest room and she looked inside. It still looked like a guest room to her. She shrugged. How silly, she thought. She didn’t have a sister.

Chrissy showed up in the kitchen moments later. “Hi, mom,” she said.

“Don’t you hi mom me. You’ve got to get a move on or you’ll be late for school.”

“I know, mom.”

“And don’t forget about breakfast.”

“No time, mom,” Chrissy said as she dashed for the door. “I’m going to be late for school.”

“Chrissy!”

The girl never heard her mom. She was already out the door and headed for her car.

Chrissy threw her book bag into the car and then she hopped in after it. She turned the key in the ignition and she pulled away from the curb.

It was a short drive to Natalie’s house but Chrissy expected Natalie to be ready. It was important that they showed up together, but when Chrissy got to Natalie’s house, there was no Natalie. She honked on her horn. Still no Natalie. She debated what to do. Finally, she got out of the car and walked to Natalie’s door. This was highly irregular, she thought. She shouldn’t have to do this.

Natalie’s brother answered Chrissy’s knock. “She’s not here,” the boy told the girl.

“What? Where’d she go?”

“I don’t know,” the boy said. “I guess she went on without you.” The boy was hardly disappointed in seeing that his sister had left the head cheerleader in the lurch. It was about time someone did that, he had told himself.

For her part, Chrissy Wilde was feeling somewhat disoriented but it wasn’t because of what her friend had done. She’d have to have a chat with Natalie but she figured there had to be a good reason for Natalie to have done what she’d done but what really had her attention was Natalie’s brother. The boy was only a Freshman and even though Chrissy knew it wasn’t right for someone in her station to be consorting with a lowly Freshman, the boy did look kind of cute. Funny, she thought, how she’d never noticed it before, but she wouldn’t mind having his cock inside her.

But the boy shut the door before Chrissy could pursue it further and soon, Chrissy found herself back in her car and on her way to school with all thoughts of Natalie’s brother soon forgotten.

There was something different about school, Chrissy thought, something different, something that wasn’t the way it should be. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was just something, something that didn’t feel right.

Classes would start in about ten minutes. Plenty of time, Chrissy thought, for her to mingle. Plenty of time for her to find out what was right and what was wrong, and then she saw her, the new girl, standing there talking with Natalie and Rachel and Noreen. She was about to approach when the new girl turned and she looked right at Chrissy and her eyes suddenly blazed red and then they were blue again.

Chrissy almost fell over. It was as if her pussy had suddenly gone into overdrive. She needed to fuck. She needed it bad.

The dream, she realized. The dream. It hadn’t been a dream after all. The dream was real. Chrissy moaned again. Her pussy needed to be fucked. There were so many boys around and she needed to be fucked so bad.

All you have to do is resist. Those words came to her from her dream. All you have to do is resist.

But how could she resist. Look at these cocks all around her. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.

All you have to do is resist.

Oh, but God, there were all those yummy, juicy cocks around that just needed to get in her pussy.

No wait. She couldn’t do that. If she got fucked now, she was going to get pregnant. She was going to get big and fat and pregnant. She couldn’t do that.

Oh, but God, all those cocks. All those cocks. All those cocks around her. All those cocks were so good. Oh God, she needed to be fucked by all those wonderful cocks.

All you have to do is resist.

Chrissy moaned. But how was she going to do that. How was she going to resist all those wonderful cocks all around her, and besides, that really couldn’t happen could it. A guy just couldn’t make her pregnant just from fucking her. It wasn’t automatic, was it. There was some element of chance.

All you have to do is resist.

Chrissy didn’t want to resist. If she ripped off her clothes right then and there, could she get some guy to fuck her? Probably. She knew she was hot. She knew there were plenty of guys out there who wanted to stick their dicks inside her. Oh yeah. Getting a dick inside her. Now that would be so fucking good.

Chrissy didn’t want to resist. Besides, the devil really couldn’t do what she’d said she could do and even if she could, she couldn’t do that to her.

Chrissy didn’t want to resist. Already, she was toying with the idea of which item of clothing to take off first. Which item was guaranteed to make the most guys hot and which item would make the most girls jealous. It was her top, she decided. Guys liked tits. Guys liked ogling her in her skimpy little outfits but when she was one on one with them, it was always her tits they looked at instead of her eyes. It had to be the top.

She’d already started to pull her top out of her jeans when the warning bell rang. The bell snapped her out of the thoughts she’d been having. What the hell was she thinking of, she wondered even as she tucked her shirt back in her pants. Nice try by the devil, she thought, but she wouldn’t take her shirt in front of these guys. Not here. Not ever.

But Chrissy was still horny. She could feel it as she went to her locker. There were guys all around her, guys with big cocks, guys watching her, guys wanting to fuck her. And she wanted to let them do it.

She pulled her book out of the locker and slammed the locker shut. Stop it, she told herself.

Her first class was Ethics with Mr. Emory. Mr. Emory was like sixty years old or something and there was no way Chrissy could find him attractive but she couldn’t help herself. She kept wondering what he would look like with his clothes off. His body was probably old and wrinkly but she wondered if his cock was. She wondered what people would say if she fucked Mr. Emory. He was the Ethics teacher for crissakes. She giggled to herself. It would be cool to fuck the Ethics teacher.

“Ms. Wilde,” the teacher said. “Your attention please.”

Chrissy’s attention snapped back to what she was supposed to be doing. “Sorry,” she mumbled but almost as soon as he turned his attention away from her, Chrissy went back to thinking about Mr. Emory’s cock.

Chrissy emerged from Mr. Emory’s class even hotter than she’d been when she’d went in. Her panties were soaked and more than anything, she wanted to go to the bathroom and get her pussy off. As hot as she was, she knew it would hardly take any time at all.

But it would take time and that was the problem. There really was no time at all between classes so Chrissy and her horny pussy headed off to her next class.

This one was Spanish with Ms. Devlin. At least Ms. Devlin was a woman, Chrissy wouldn’t have to worry about what it felt like to have her between her legs.

No, it wasn’t Ms. Devlin that was the problem. It was all the boys in the class. All the boys with their cocks. She wondered if any of them were hard. That was gross, she told herself, because if they were hard, it was because they were looking at Ms. Devlin when they should be looking at her but if they were hard, she could give them something to look at.

Stop that, she told herself. Stop that.

God, she wished she hadn’t been wearing jeans. A skirt would have been a whole lot better. A skirt would have let her play with herself in class. The girl moaned to herself. She should have been wearing a skirt.

She was the first one out of Ms. Devlin’s class. She usually wasn’t the first one out. Being a cheerleader was as much about being seen as it was about wearing the uniform and shaking your pom poms every now and then and Chrissy was all about being seen but that day, there was something else even more imperative.

Chrissy found her way to the nearest bathroom and then moments later, she was locked in a stall. Off came her jeans and then off came her sodden panties and then she was sliding her hand between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her clit and she couldn’t help but moan.

There was someone else in the bathroom with her. There was only one someone but someone else was there.

“All you have to do is resist.”

She recognized that voice. It was Martha’s voice but Chrissy had little time for the little blond bitch. She had a pussy to take care of. She pushed her fingers into her cunt. Oh geez, that felt good. That felt so fucking good.

She pushed a hand up under her top and she grabbed one of her tits even as she continued to work the hand between her legs and she let out another moan. Oh God, that was good. She was almost there. Almost there.

Her hand squeezed her tit and she let out yet another whimpering moan. So close. She could feel it. She was so fucking close.

She was right there. “Oh yeah,” she moaned softly. “Oh yeah,” and then she moaned even louder. “Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah. Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”

Chrissy could feel it happening. This was fucking it. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah.”

After that, she pretty much stopped saying anything at all because there was nothing left to say. Her pussy was cumming and that was all that needed to be said.

She picked up her panties and she slipped them on. These were already so fuckin’ wet. She really needed a new pair but she didn’t have one so she was going to have to make do with what she had. She pulled her jeans up and she stepped out of the stall.

There were five girls standing there looking at her when she exited the stall and none of them was Martha. “What the fuck are you guys looking at,” Chrissy snapped and the girls quickly scattered. Chrissy nodded to herself. It was good to have that kind of power.

Third period found her in Math class but she found herself completely unable to concentrate on what Mr. Hoyle was saying. Something about trigonometry or something like that but Chrissy was finding it impossible to concentrate. What she was thinking about was Jimmy Paulson who was sitting right in front of her. He wasn’t all that cute, but he had a cock and that made him cute enough. God, she needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad.

All you have to do is resist.

Mrs. McDonnell’s English Lit class wasn’t much better. Chrissy couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. It wasn’t that she wanted to but her pussy was just so insistent and so demanding. She tried not to fidget.

“Chrissy, will you stop that!”

Chrissy looked up. “Sorry.”

“Stop fidgeting in your seat.”

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I have to—”

Mrs. McDonnell looked sternly at Chrissy and Chrissy just seemed to whither in front of the room. Something was wrong. There’d been a time not that long ago when the teachers had been running scared of the cheerleaders. There was a time when a cheerleader said something, a teacher thought twice about correcting her but somehow, those times had slipped away.

“Nothing,” Chrissy said.

“Well then, stop fidgeting.”

“Yes, Mrs. McDonnell.”

That was what Chrissy said but it wasn’t exactly what she was thinking. What she was thinking about was getting a cock, any cock. A cock, she was thinking. A cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock. A cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock. Oh God, I need a cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock.

Stop it, the girl told herself. Stop it.

A cock, the girl was thinking. A cock. I need a cock. I need a cock in my pussy. I need to get fucked. I need it so bad.

All you have to do is resist.

Oh, but God, she needed a cock. She needed a cock. She needed a cock so bad. It was all she could think about. She tried squeezing her legs together. Oh my God, she moaned to herself. A cock. A cock. She needed a cock. She needed a cock.

Chrissy looked at the clock behind Mrs. McDonnell. She knew her teacher was mad but couldn’t she see it. She just couldn’t help herself. She needed a cock. She needed it bad.

Seven more minutes until lunch time, she told herself. Seven more minutes until she could go frig herself off in the bathroom. Seven more minutes. That was all.

Oh but geez, those seven minutes seemed to go so slow. She watched the second hand. She wasn’t even paying attention to what her teacher was saying. She needed to get herself off.

Mrs. McDonnell was saying something about a homework assignment but Chrissy was too keyed up to write it down. She’d call someone later to find out what it was. Heck, whoever she’d called would be honored to get a call from Chrissy, or at least they should be.

The bell rang and Chrissy was pulling her book bag onto her shoulder. She practically raced for the door. She had to get out of there.

She didn’t even bother going to her locker first. She went right to the bathroom and soon she had her jeans and her panties down and her hand was rubbing itself between her legs. Chrissy moaned with pleasure as her fingers finally started to work their magic. Oh yeah, that was good. That was what she needed. Sanity slowly came back to her. Yeah, that was better. That was much, much better.

She was still horny as all hell when she left the bathroom but it was under control. She really wanted to get some lunch in the cafeteria but there would be boys there and she couldn’t trust herself or her pussy or what it would do if it came near boys. She decided to forego lunch.

All you have to do is resist.

She went for a walk around the track. That was a way to burn off energy and there were no kids on the track which meant there were no boys which meant for the time being at least, she was safe.

All you have to do is resist.

She heard the warning bell ring for the next period. She wished she could stay where she was. Here, at least, she felt safe. Her cock-lust had diminished somewhat but Chrissy knew it was only a momentary reprieve and besides, what with the start of the next period, there would be phys ed classes, and phys ed classes meant boys in shorts. Phys Ed classes meant boys in jock straps and suddenly, Chrissy got the image of this long row of boys, all wearing nothing but a jock strap and all waiting for her to come and peel their jock straps back, all of them waiting for her to come suck on their cocks. It was an image that sent Chrissy fleeing from the track. She had to get off the track before that happened.

All you have to do is resist.

Chrissy found herself heading back towards the locker bay but for the life of her, she just couldn’t remember what class she had for fifth period. It was ... It was ... damn, why couldn’t she remember? What was it?

And where was she going. This wasn’t the way to her locker. Where was she going and then she realized it. Coming up in front of her was the entrance to the boy’s locker room. No, she told herself. No. No. No. Absolutely not.

All you have to do is resist.

She found herself standing at the entrance to the locker room. The fifth period bell had already rung. That meant there were boys in there. That meant there were naked boys.

No, she told herself. No.

Chrissy took a step towards the entrance and then another.

No, she told herself. No.

All you have to do is resist.

There was another voice inside her head but it was so weak and insignificant that it was barely recognizable as her own. “You can’t do this to me,” the voice whimpered. “You can’t do this to me.”

Chrissy took another step towards the locker room door.

No, she tried to tell herself. No.

But Chrissy was already stepping towards the door. There were naked boys inside and that meant that was where Chrissy wanted to be. She didn’t know if the boys were going to get her pregnant but Chrissy didn’t care. As long as they stuck their cocks in her, that was all that mattered.

Chrissy stopped. The locker room was empty. She was so hot but where were all the boys.

She was about to beat a hasty retreat when she heard a locker door slam shut. She turned to look in the direction of the noise and what she saw were three of the geekiest looking boys in the entire school.

She stared at them and they stared at her. “Where are all the guys,” she asked.

The boys looked at her and then one of them pointed at another door. “In there,” he said. “In the gym.”

Chrissy stood rooted where she was. She was looking at the guys but more importantly, she was looking at a spot just below their waists. “Are you, um, are you wearing jock straps?”

All three boys nodded.

Chrissy couldn’t believe she was doing this but ... “Can I, um, can I see them?”

The three boys still stared at her but then the one in the middle nodded but before he could lower his shorts, one of his buddies stopped him. “Dude,” the boy hissed, “what are you doing. She’s a fucking cheerleader.”

“Yeah,” said the other boy. “That’s Chrissy Wilde. There has to be some trick to it. She must be trying to get you in trouble.”

“You said it yourself,” the first boy said. “She’s a cheerleader,” and with that, he pushed his shorts down so Chrissy could see his jock strap.

The other two boys seemed to think this over and then moments later, they were doing the same.

Chrissy could feel herself losing control but she didn’t care. “Your t-shirts,” she said. “Can you take them off, too.”

The boys looked at one another and then all three pulled off their t-shirts. All they were wearing now was just their jock straps and their shoes and socks.

Chrissy was moving forward and then she was sitting on a bench in front of the boys. Her hands reached out to the jock strap of the boy in the middle and then she was pulling the jock strap down. She gurgled happily as the boy’s cock sprang into view. Moments later, she was repeating the move with the boy on his right and then with the one on his left.

Chrissy couldn’t help herself. She looked up at the three boys even as she wrapped a hand around the cocks on either side of her and wrapped her lips around the one in the middle. She was perfectly willing to become their little locker room slut if only these boys would give her what she wanted.

Her mouth moved back and forth between those cocks, sucking on one and then on another and then on the third before going back to the first one and starting it all over again.

“I want to see her tits,” said one of the boys on the end.

“Yeah,” said the other now apparently satisfied that Chrissy was not putting on some elaborate form of a hoax, “I want to see her tits, too.”

Chrissy knew she should stop the boys when they lifted her top but she knew if she did, she most likely wouldn’t get the cock she craved and getting fucked was everything so she let the boys remove her top and then she let them remove her bra as well. “Would you like to see my pussy, too,” she asked.

There was a part of her that still couldn’t believe she’d asked that but when the answer came back as a three-way chorus in the affirmative, whatever doubts she might have had quickly faded away and in moments, Chrissy was shedding first her jeans and then her panties. She leaned back on the bench and she fingered her pussy even as she looked up at the guys. They might be geeks but their dicks were certainly hard enough and for Chrissy, that was all that mattered. “So which of you guys is going to fuck me first,” she asked.

It seemed as if the guy in the middle still seemed to have first dibs on her body because he was the one who stepped in between her legs but Chrissy wasn’t worried. She was sure that by the time she was through with these guys, each of them would have had ample opportunities to stick his cock between her legs and she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until each and every one of them had had his go at her.

She felt so exposed as she lay there. Her legs were up and her hands were prying her knees apart. She could see him coming.

There was something wrong about this, she tried to tell herself. I mean, look at him, she told herself. He was a pimply-faced kid with unkempt red hair and were those braces on his teeth? She was a fuckin’ cheerleader for crissakes. Why the hell was she letting him do this?

The answer was obvious. Because he had a cock and from the looks of it, a rather well-developed one. She moaned as she felt the kid press the head of his cock up against her cunt. Oh God, that was good, and if she had any doubts as to why she was doing what she was doing, that cock put those doubts to rest.

All you have to do is resist.

Shut up, she told herself. She didn’t want to resist. She wanted to give in. She wanted to let these boys have her and she didn’t care what they did to her. In fact, anything they did, as long as it was done with their cocks, anything they did was just fine with her.

She felt exposed and she knew that was the way she wanted to be. She wanted to be exposed. She wanted to be exposed to that cock.

And then she couldn’t help it. She moaned as she took that cock inside her. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The boy didn’t need any coachin’. His cock was moving just fine without her having to tell it what to do.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this but more to the point, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t done it earlier. She really, really needed to fuck and she really didn’t care what she had to do to get what she needed.

She moaned again. God, she loved that cock and she loved what that cock was doing to her.

Her hands were still holding her knees even as the boy plied his cock between her legs. She looked up at the boy. “Come on,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The boy’s cock seemed to realize that this was not some elaborate hoax or maybe it just didn’t care. The boy was buried between Chrissy’s legs and he wasn’t about to stop until he got what he finally wanted.

Chrissy moaned as she felt the boy increase his intensity. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

She was looking up at the boy pounding away at her pussy. He didn’t look so bad to her now or maybe it was just that he didn’t look as bad as he could have, but that cock felt good. It felt really good.

What was it she’d been told in her dream? That she was fertile, very fertile, but all she had to do was resist.

But she didn’t want to resist. She was so fucking horny and what she really wanted was to feel him cum.

He was going to do it. She knew it. She could tell. He was going to cum inside her.

The boy groaned and then he grunted and before she even realized what he was doing, her pussy closed in around his embedded cock and the girl cried out in pleasure as the boy filled her with his seed.

But Chrissy hardly had time to think about that. The second boy was moving in and he wanted Chrissy to turn over. That was just fine with her just so long as it meant she was going to get fucked and that was exactly what it meant. She could feel the boy coming up behind her and then she could feel his cock between her legs.

The cheerleader groaned. It felt so good taking him inside her. He might not have been as big as his friend but what he lacked in girth, he seemed to make up for in length.

The third boy positioned his cock in front of Chrissy’s mouth. “Here you go. Suck on this.”

Chrissy sucked. She was glad to do it. It was what she wanted. It felt so good.

She could feel the boy behind her. He had his hands on her ass and his cock was moving in and out of her. In, then out. In, then out. In. Fuck that felt good.

And she knew she was going to cum and even as she knew it, she felt the boy cum inside her and once again, she was left with a second load of cum.

The third boy coaxed Chrissy up onto his lap although it really didn’t take much coaxing. Having once given into her needs, Chrissy found it impossible to keep from pursuing what she wanted and what she wanted was cock. She climbed onto the boy’s lap and reached between her legs. She positioned his cock at her womanly gate and then she mashed herself down on his cock.

The boy grabbed her ass as Chrissy bounced up and down on him. Fuck, that was good. Fuck, that was good. Chrissy was so fucking wanton. She didn’t care who fucked her just so long as she was getting fucked. That was all that mattered to her.

Instinctively, she knew they’d done it. These boys had gone and made her pregnant. She had no idea which one had done the job and in a way, it wasn’t important to her. A horny, little slut like her didn’t care about things like that. All she cared about was where her next cock was coming from and if she wasn’t mistaken, fifth period was about to come to an end. That meant there’d be a whole lot more boys in here real soon, all hot and sweaty and hopefully ready to give her even more cock which was just what she wanted.