The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Five minutes later, sheets changed, towels gathered, and hot water running, we all piled once again into the shower. Just like yesterday, it was crowded; fortunately, the landlord had installed sliding glass doors instead of a cheap plastic curtain, so we had something to brace ourselves against.

Again like yesterday, it started with a mutual cleaning session, and quickly progressed to play. However, unlike yesterday, when I was mostly a three-quarters-asleep observer, tonight I was a very active participant. This time, when I was soaping Noreen’s back, my hands wandered around to cup her tits and tweak her nipples, earning an arched back and a moan of approval. And when Lydia decided that my bottom was clean enough, and reached around to clean my shaft and balls, they noted their appreciation by standing at attention. And of course, both ladies had to decide that the best way to rub soap onto my body was by using their breasts and bellies as washcloths... !

At last, we climbed out and toweled off, fresher, hornier, and more awake than when we had gone in. I was so turned on that I was able to maintain three-quarters of my erection, even in the relative chill of the bathroom as we dried ourselves off. When we were done, we quickly changed the sheets on Noreen’s bed, and then all tumbled in together. Lydia began lightly stroking and licking one of my nipples, while Noreen’s hand wandered through my pubic region like a kitten with a new toy, touching here, tickling there.

After a few minutes of silence, during which I had returned to full mast, Lydia mumbled, “John?”

“Hmm?” Good. I was afraid my verbal skills might have deteriorated. Glad to know they were still intact.

“I was wondering....” as her fingers brushed up and down my chest.

“Hwuh?” Yep, definitely as articulate as ever.

“You know we trust you, with the ... magic words, and all. So I was wondering?”

“What magic words?” mumbled Noreen, and I remembered that Lydia had made her forget all about them until the morning.

I looked over at Noreen, muttered, “Tell ya later,” and turned to face Lydia. “Whassup?”

“Well....” she looked away, suddenly shy. “I just wanted to know. Do you trust us, too?”

“Of course I do. Why? What’s up?”

“I mean,” she paused. “Do you trust us enough to, well, let us hypnotize you back?”

Surprised, I rolled onto my side, to look Lydia full in the face. “You want to put me under?”

She nodded, swallowing. A blush spread across her cheeks, down to the tops of her naked breasts. In a tiny voice, she whispered, “please?”

She really wanted this. “How? You don’t know how to hypnotize.”

Her words came tumbling out. “Oh, that part’s easy. Noreen will fix you a drink, and then you’ll put me under, and I’ll hypnotize you from memory!” Her eyes sparkled; she’d really thought this out.

I took a deep breath. “Okay.” Lydia’s eyes lit up at my answer. “But on one condition. I want to make sure you don’t have any ‘ulterior motives.’ ”

Both girls sank into the bed and closed their eyes. “Noreen,” I said first, “open your eyes and go make one of your special cocktails, the right strength for me.” As she got up to obey, I turned to the small buxom blonde still in bed with me.

“Lydia, look at me.” Her eyes opened, her head turned slightly. “Ten minutes after I drink Noreen’s cocktail, you will awaken. You will remember how I hypnotized you and Noreen, and you will use that knowledge to hypnotize me. As soon as you awaken me from my trance, you will completely forget how you just hypnotized me, and you will make sure that Noreen forgets, as well.

“While I am under, only you will give me suggestions and commands, and only after first asking me whether I agree to allow them. If I tell you not to, then you will not give me that suggestion,” I paused, considering, then added, “though you can ask my advice as to what commands I am willing to accept. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” muttered Lydia, just as Noreen returned with my drink. I took it from her, swallowed it in two nervous gulps, told her to wash the glass and then come back in and wait for Lydia’s commands. The drink tasted slightly bitter, but not too bad, and almost immediately I felt a buzz.

The buzz quickly grew stronger, and by the time Noreen returned a minute later (at least, I think it was a minute), I was so far gone I completely ignored her. I floated, happy, warm, and safe, barely noticing when a woman’s warm voice softly encouraged me to go deeper, deeper, deeper still....

I woke up. It was Sunday morning. Noreen was sucking on my cock.

Strangely unable or unwilling to move, I stared passively at the ceiling, enjoying the solid warmth of Noreen’s mouth around my shaft. I had never felt happier. All I cared about was my rapidly approaching climax. And somehow, I sensed that when I got my reward, Noreen would receive hers as well.

Sure enough, after another minute, I arched, pulsed, and shot myself deep within the tall blonde’s throat. Swallowing greedily, she matched me spasm for spasm, finally releasing me when we both had given all we had.

“Mmm,” I mumbled. “Morning. And thank you.”

“Thank yourself, John. That was better than coffee.” She licked her lips, catching one more dot of semen, and shuddering again. Her nipples were erect, like she was ready for another go-around, but had been told to wait.

Speaking of which.... “So where’s Lydia?”

“Right here, stud,” a warm voice called from the kitchen area. “Be right in with breakfast!”

A minute later, Lydia appeared in the doorway, wearing an apron and carrying a large tray filled with eggs, bacon and toast. She deposited it on my naked lap, and turned around to go get the second tray, with the juice and milk. As she left, I admired her shifting ass; the apron was the only thing she had bothered to put on. She saw me looking, and winked. “Bacon splatters,” was her only comment.

We were ravenous; fucking like bunnies for three days straight tends to have that effect. In what seemed like thirty seconds, but was probably more like forty-five (joke!) we polished off both trays, belched, then took turns cleaning up and using the bathroom. When we were done, I looked at the clock. Unbelievably, it was still only 8:30 in the morning.

“Sweetie? Don’t you have church at nine?” Noreen had noticed the time as well.

Lydia shrugged. “I’ll go this afternoon instead. I have a lot to be thankful for.” Noreen and I looked at each other. What monster had we created? The last time Lydia had missed morning services was freshman year, when she’d had the flu and needed to be ordered to stay home.

“Umm,” I said. “Well then, um, I was just wondering....”

Lydia looked at me, playing coy. She knew what I was about to ask. " ‘Bout what?”

“About what happened last night, after I drank that drink.”

“You mean, what kinds of hypnotic commands did you agree to?” I nodded, and Lydia continued. “Why, that’s for me to know, and you to discover, stud. Or should I say, Studly?”

Wow. Or should I say, sproing. It’s a good thing I was lying on my side; if I had been face down, an erection that hard and fast would probably have been very painful.

“Yummy. Roll over on your back, stud. We wanna check this out.” Noreen was actually licking her lips.

I did, feeling my erection pointing straight up into the air. Nor did it show any signs of subsiding when it didn’t immediately receive the attention it was expecting. “Wow. It gonna stay like this?” I asked.

“Pretty much,” Lydia replied. “Until you come, or until one of us girls says, ‘Down boy.’ " I watched myself wilt. “That answer that, Studly?” Like the South, I rose again.

“Oh, and don’t worry,” added Noreen, reaching down to play with my flagpole. “When we’re out in public, you can choose whether or not to let anything happen to you. That was one of your own ideas, by the way. So if we accidentally call you Studly in public,” I was relieved to see that my cock didn’t grow any harder, or explode or something, “you get to choose whether you want to ‘bone up’ on your studies or not.”

While Noreen had been talking, Lydia had removed her apron, and snuggled onto my other side. Kissing my throat, she reached across to tickle her (our?) girlfriend’s tiny nipple. “Enough talking, you two. It’s playtime.”

Noreen wasn’t affected by those innocent-sounding words. I, however, very quickly discovered that I could no longer move. Or talk. I could, however, still be moved, as I found out when Lydia rolled my head to face her so she could kiss me. And I could feel Lydia’s tongue touching my lips, and Noreen’s small hand fisting up and down my cock. I felt my sap starting to rise.

Noreen must have sensed something also, because she murmured, “Hold up, stud.” More magic words; suddenly I just knew I wasn’t going to come any time soon. “We’re not through playing with you yet.”

“Good call, sister,” Lydia chuckled. It did delightful things to her full, naked bosom. “Now we have our very own play station. You don’t mind, do you, John?”

I didn’t respond. That was okay; somehow they already knew I didn’t mind at all.

The girls got up and pulled me down about six inches, so that my ankles dangled over the foot of Noreen’s bed. Lydia added some pillows to prop up my head, and then indicated to Noreen that she should enjoy me first. Noreen swung herself over my hips, and settled herself down on my rampant erection.

“Ooh, this is good,” she moaned. “You really fill me completely, stud.”

Lydia laughed and said, “I know how it can feel even better, girlfriend!”

“How’s that, sweetie?” Noreen was starting to pant with rising desire, bouncing up and down on my cock. I heard the rhythmic grating of the bedsprings, as they struggled to support the extra load.

“Ulterior motives.”

Noreen had been on the upswing when Lydia’s words hit her; as they took effect, she slowly sank back down, upright but otherwise completely slack. I happened to be looking at her; she was suddenly looking at nothing at all. My unbending cock pressed up all the way against her cervix. In the back of my mind, I noted that those two words still had no special effect on me, nor had I been made to forget them. Of course, since I was still effectively paralyzed, that knowledge didn’t help me all that much.

Lydia climbed up on the bed, positioning herself directly behind Noreen, pressing her full breasts into her taller girlfriend’s naked back. Her hands reached around, cupping Noreen’s much smaller tits, playing with the tiny nipples while Noreen was helpless to stop her. From my vantage point, I watched Noreen’s nipples harden, standing straight up even while her face didn’t change expression.

“Mmm, you’re excited, sweetie,” Lydia murmured. “How close were you to coming?”

Despite her body’s obvious arousal, Noreen answered in a flat voice. “I was almost there, mistress. (Mistress? Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d received new suggestions last night.) Maybe another minute or two.”

“Well, I won’t deny you, girlfriend...” Lydia paused, “...for long, anyway. Here are your instructions. When I count to three, you will awaken, and you will not remember that I just put you under, or anything else I’m about to say. While you’re straddling John, and you feel his cock up your cunt, it’s going to feel like the best damn fit you’ve ever had. You’ll be in heaven, and your arousal will match his. When he comes, you’ll come, as hard as you’ve ever come before, and it’ll last until John goes soft inside of you.

“But, since our own personal stud here can’t climax until one of us says the release words, and since I am now telling you that you can’t say those words this morning until after you’ve come, that means you’re stuck, waiting for me to release John for you. You won’t put me under and tell me to say those words, because it just won’t occur to you. So you’ll just have to wait for me to climax, because I refuse to say those words until I’ve had at least one good come of my own. In fact, once you figure that out, you’ll help me along, not that that would be a chore for you anyway, right, honey?”

As Noreen nodded, Lydia gave her nipples one final pinch and swung herself around, positioning herself over my face. “You have a job also, my sweet Korean stud. Make me come. I dub thee, ‘headmaster.’ One, two, three!”

As she settled herself onto my mouth, I found that I could move my tongue again. And move it I did, straight upward, into my short busty blonde’s rapidly moistening pussy. As I licked, probed, tickled and swallowed, I felt and heard Noreen suddenly resume her motion up and down my still-stiff ramrod, full speed ahead!

I must have been given amazing endurance, because that double explosion of sensation should have sucked out my load on the spot. Instead, I didn’t even break stride, such as it were; my tongue kept exploring Lydia’s snatch, sometimes tickling around her swollen clit, sometimes plunging deep into her sweet wet depths. Every so often, she would rub her sensitive rosebud against the point of my chin, or reach down and grab my head, pressing my nose against the length of her pussy lips as she moaned her pleasure.

Not that there was very much more I could have done at that point anyway. My tongue may have been free to dance, but my hands, feet and hips were still completely frozen. I couldn’t plunge my shaft up into Noreen’s sweet hole, or reach up to pinch and fondle Lydia’s hard nubs. However, judging by their frantic groans, they may have been willing to forgive my boorish behavior this one time.

Around about this point, it must have occurred to Noreen that she was going to need to make Lydia happy. I heard the bedsprings protest as she leaned forward. Lydia leaned back, and I noted that Noreen’s hands had come around, and were pinching and fondling her girlfriend’s double-D’s. Lydia let out a sigh, and settled briefly on my mouth, before lifting up and leaning back into her older friend’s caresses.

Something in me sensed that both girls were less than a minute away from their climax; of course, in fairness, I want to point out that Noreen had been that way for the past ten minutes already. (For the record, so had I.) Without thinking, I kicked it into overdrive, curling my tongue and plunging it up into Lydia as if it were a real, if miniature, cock. I was even able to move my neck again, the better to add power behind each thrust.

It had the desired effect. Lydia bounced twice more, causing one of her breasts to fly right out of Noreen’s hand. As Noreen latched back on, Lydia arched her back, pressed down and screamed, “Ahh! AHHH! Oh, Fuck! FUCK!! Do it, John, do it! Ahhhiiieeeyaaa!” as she ground to an explosion, drowning me in her juices and almost cutting off my air in the process.

It lasted about fifteen or twenty seconds. But even as Lydia slowed, her huge tits still threatening to jiggle their way out of Noreen’s grip, Noreen was fucking me harder than ever. As Lydia fell over onto the bed, I got my first good look at Noreen’s face since Lydia had straddled me. She was flushed and panting; her eyes were glassy and unfocussed. Her B-cup beauties were jiggling, seemingly ignored, but her nipples were dark and swollen, and sticking straight out like she was freezing.

Her hands, freed from trying to speed up her girlfriend’s climax, had fallen to my chest. She looked down, and suddenly her eyes bore into mine, pleadingly, as if willing me to Come Now! so that she could finally have her own release. I could see the sweat rolling down her face, smell her delightful earthy muskiness, hear the bedsprings squeaking frantically beneath us. Her mouth worked, as if she were trying to say something, but no words came forth; and we just kept fucking.

However, at this point, Lydia looked up, saw our predicament, and cried out, “Oh, shit! I almost forgot! Now, John, now!”

It was a blur. I don’t remember which happened first, my sap shooting upward into Noreen’s cunt, or her pelvic muscles clamping down on me as her orgasm began. Still somewhat detached, even as I reached my release, I looked up at my slender sexy partner, watching her eyes dilate and then close as she arched herself backward. Her tiny nipples, already dark and pointing upward, became even more so, as her fingers and thumbs clamped down and pulled, hard! I would’ve gladly assisted, but that weird paralysis still held me, even as I gave one last spurt and began to soften.

As I relaxed, so did Noreen, and I remembered what Lydia had said about her climax not stopping until I had no more to give. As our breathing returned to normal, I noticed that we had soaked the sheets again; I remember thinking, ‘If this keeps up, we’re going to bust our budget on laundry alone!’

Finally, as Noreen half-rolled, half-fell off to the side, Lydia said, “Playtime’s over, my sweet Korean stud. I know I liked it. How about you?”

Still panting too hard to answer, I nevertheless flashed a weak grin and made a loose thumbs-up with my fist. Fifteen or twenty seconds later, it finally hit me that I’d just moved my fingers—that I could move my fingers, and my body, again.

I rolled over onto my stomach, mostly to get out of my own giant wet spot. I cleared my throat and said the only two words that could possibly cover that situation: “Fucking A!”

For some reason that struck both ladies as very funny. I don’t know; maybe it’s that I was brought up to be polite, so when I do curse, which is rarely, it’s a double shocker. At any rate, we spent the next ten minutes laughing, and giggling, and kissing, and taking turns using the bathroom, and chuckling, and fondling each other in impolite places, and moaning, and laughing some more.

And then, after a quick round of cleaning house, changing sheets, and (mercifully) separate showers, Lydia got dressed in one of her more conservative outfits (with a bra, even!), kissed us both with lots of tongue, and left for church; while Noreen and I went to lunch, and planned out how I was going to break it to my housemates that I would be moving out at the end of the month.