The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Carol Nigel and her girlfriend were sitting upstairs waiting for their mother to return. They had just returned from school. Their books were tumbled about them on Carol’s bed. Carol’s face showed disappointment at the failure of her mom to be home. She had promised that she would take Carol and her friend shopping that evening. Mom had called at the last moment saying that an urgent meeting had been called and that she would have to postpone their shopping spree.

Carol’s girlfriend, Sally looked on with apparent boredom wondering what they were going to do for the rest of the evening. Both of the girls had already completed their homework. High school was too easy for them.

“Tell you what, let me take a shower and then will take a spin around the LookOut and see if any good movies are showing. My treat,” Carol said, thinking that she should make up for her mom’s absence.

Sally’s eye’s revealed a glimmer of hope that the evening wouldn’t be a total waste. Hopefully, though, they wouldn’t have to put up with Mark Denyon and his friends. They had been obnoxious fiends in their whistles and taunts. Boys had a crude way of showing their appreciation. Most of which she could do without. “O.k. That sounds fine with me. Mind if I play with some of your cassettes while you’re making yourself up.”

“Sure go ahead.”

Sally had liked the one jazz album that Carol had played at her party. As she reached for it, she began thinking how disappointed she had been. She had really wanted to check out the new dress the Mall had put on sale. Jazz was a bit somber, slow, mellow. She needed something to lift her up, get her excited. So reach changed her mind and chose another album, one which was by a new rock band that had suggestive lyrics. That sounded more like it.

As the music played, she began thinking about Carol. She was really a neat friend. Smart. And attractive. Great body, she thought. She could imagine Carol taking a shower naked right now. Her breast shimmering with water, her tight buns. She shook her head what was she thinking about, she thought in horror even as her fingers danced lightly about her legs and stomach.

She might as well relax. Most girls took their time in the shower. She liked to shower. All naked. Water massaging her body, her bare back and breasts. Beating on them. Just like the music she was listening to. She flicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed listening to the sexy beat of the music coursing through her veins. Her hands unconsciously moving to the rhythm and flow of the suggestive melody, rubbing the inside of her thighs and making soft light circles over her blouse.

“Oh yea,” she thought dreamily. “That feel’s so good.” As her left hand rubbed her breasts harder and harder. She could feel them getting firm under her bra. She began to ease her fingers into her blouse, loosening her buttons. Her other hand delved under her hem, feeling the heat of her insides. Higher and higher her hand went as the music hypnotically pounded into her head, exciting her more and more. She lifted her skirt high above her waist as she began to whimper and moan softly.

The music getting more racy, whispering for her to take it off, take it all off. Her left had now was playing blatantly with her deep cleavage, as button and after button fell away, exposing more and more of the young girl’s body. Her hand moved in a sinuous motion sweeping in deep circles, pulling at her blouse as its button came away from her skirt. Finally she arched her back as the longer musical chord directed her to expose herself. She flung her blouse off revealing satin skin only partially hidden by the thin bra that she now wore.

Her other hand was beginning to vigorous massage her private part, feeling the sexy silky film of her panties against her body. One finger pressed against her cunt lips, teasing it. She was wet and ready. Her eyes vast pools of erotic bliss, her mouth watered, her tongue seductively licked her lips. She groaned as a pulse of stimulating pleasure threatened to erupt within her. She pressed her hand tightly against her waiting cunt. She had to have it. Nothing else mattered. Quickly she delved inside her panties sticking her finger inside. “Oh my God!” she breathed. It felt wonderful, all wet and gooey. So lubricated. She fingered herself faster and faster. By now her bra had become loose and began to fall away in a lusty haze of her passion. Her breasts rigid fruits.

A noise from the bathroom made Sally glance upwards. Their she saw Carol with a quizzical expression on her face. The large bath towel almost covered her entire body. She hair was still dripping wet. Carol was standing stiffly as if trying to resist some inner impulse. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the sinful thoughts that penetrated through the music. The hands gripped her towel as if for protection. But slowly her feet led her closer as her mouth opened in surprise and shock at the salacious scene that met her. Carol was nearly naked, her panties merely hanging on one foot. Her right hand was now entrenched in her cunt, rubbing vigorously, in and out, in and out while her other hand came down to message her clitoris. She could her Sally’s husky moaning. She couldn’t leave her eyes are the obscene, self-masturbation that her best friend was performing right before her.

Then for a moment, Sally caught her eye. She slowed her motions in a languid pattern and she said in a lower, seductive voice, her tongue slowly tracing her lips. “Come on Carol. Don’t you feel it. I want you. I want you so badly. Don’t resist. Feel it. Deep inside you. The heat.” And she brazenly exposed herself, her fingers working in hypnotic circles inviting her. Carol tried to look away, but she couldn’t. Sally’s cunt attracted her in fascination. And the music led her nearer until she could almost feel the heat building up within her waiting for release. Without knowing it, her hands relaxed. Her body swayed slightly as she was led right to the foot of the bed where Sally lay waiting, wanting.

“You know you want it Carol. You can feel it can’t you. It feels so good. Don’t resist. Just left yourself go. I’m hungry. I want to eat you. That’s it, just relax. Feel the heat. Feel the fucking heat.”

The music pounded in Carol’s brain. She couldn’t hear herself think. Slowly, the bath towel fell open revealing an exquisite pair of boobs, hanging hungry for stimulation, and the dark triangle below lay waiting, hot, and juicy. Carol’s eyes grew soft with lust. Her mouth parted as her breathing came in pants. She couldn’t resist the call. Her body directed Carol to submit to the ravishing beauty that lay waiting for her. The bath towel fell onto the floor unnoticed as she knelt down between Sally’s legs and slowly moved upward against her smooth skin. Feeling her warms thighs and hot pubic triangle. She placed her hands over Sally’s feeling the motion. Carol’s tongue playing higher and higher, Carol’s mind a slave to the erotic feelings that now consumed her. She rose higher, flicking her tongue around Sally’s cunt. Their hands parting to reveal the delicious lips.

“Oh fucking christ. Shit!” Sally cried out, “Jesus. It’s so frigging goood. Lick me. Stick it in me. That’s it.” She screamed. Her body arched as Carol’s tongue dove deeper and deeper into the bursting cunt, her fingers playing Sally’s clitoris as a musical accompaniment to the rock music. “God. Oh God. I’m coming. I’m coming!” Sally shouted. Her body shaking uncontrollably. Carol’s tongue whipped around, sticking Sally to the hilt as well licked up her juices, pushing her mouth and tongue to taste the inner sanctum of Sally’s pleasure trove, as one hand reach down and fingered her own clitoris, sending pulsing pleasure through her own body. Both girls humping to gigantic climaxes.