The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Adam didn’t have a restful night of sleep. If it wasn’t enough that Emily’s presence had made falling asleep incredibly difficult, his dreams had been strange and twisted—nebulous shapes and figures dancing just beyond his perception. He sighed, rubbing at his eyes. They felt full of grit and heavy.

Adam glanced over to his left. Emily lay sprawled on the bed next to him, taking up far more of the bed than her frame would suggest possible. His sister was on her back, one arm behind her head, the other stretched out towards Adam. One of her legs was drawn up, the foot resting against the thigh of her other leg. It didn’t look comfortable at all to Adam, but he supposed that his older sister was flexible enough that it didn’t matter to her.

Emily had kicked off the sheet sometime during the nigh0,t and her entire body was visible to Adam in the dim pre-dawn light. Her top, more akin to a loose-fitting crop top, had rucked up due to Emily’s movements, exposing the smooth and tanned skin of her belly. The fabric draped over his sister’s large breasts in such a way that Adam could make out every curve of them. He could even see the slightly raised spots where her nipples lay. Adam swallowed hard. It was somehow even hotter than if she had been laying there topless.

Adam licked his lips as he studied his sister’s sleeping form. It worried him that even after everything that had happened last night, after everything that he had finally remembered … he still felt a surge of desire when he looked at Emily. He wanted to reach over and pull her to him. To fit her perfect body against his. Adam knew he could do that. It could still happen if he wanted it to. He only managed to suppress those thoughts through effort.

A worrying amount of effort.

Instead, Adam focused on his sister’s face. He could see her in profile as she slowly breathed in and out, unaware that he had awoken. In sleep, Emily’s face was soft—lacking the usual frown or pinched expression she wore when she looked at him. She looked younger. Like someone he didn’t know.

Adam took a deep breath. Carefully, as slow as he could, Adam slid out of the bed. Luckily the mattress was firm enough that Emily barely moved as his weight left the bed. He didn’t want to wake her. He didn’t want to see anyone until he had a better handle on what was going on. Adam muttered quietly to himself as he swiftly got changed.

“I’m doing something to them. That’s obvious. But what exactly? Something about sex, that’s a given. Does it last? Fuck, it’s like everyone around here is being roofied.”

Adam paused as he was pulling on shorts. His eyes wide.

“Shit, is that it? Is everyone being—. No that’s stupid. How would that even work? And that wouldn’t explain why I was able to—”

Emily murmured in her sleep and rolled over. Adam saw that even asleep she was reaching towards where he had been laying. He got up quickly, not bothering to put on shoes, and slipped out of the bungalow as quietly as he could.

The grounds of Serenity Falls was eerily silent. Not even a bird call broke the quiet. All the bungalows were dark, no lights were on anywhere that Adam could see. Everything was cast in shades of grey, the only exception being a faint glow from the direction of the ocean. The sun, minutes away from breaking the horizon.

Adam walked down towards the beach access track. He saw what he thought was fog as he approached, but then he realised it was mist and seaspray from the ocean — visible before the heat from the sun burnt it off. Adam flinched when he arrived on the beach. The sand was cold under his bare feet. He hesitated, almost going back for his shoes, but decided not to risk it. The orange glow out to sea was growing. He didn’t need shoes, things would warm up soon enough.

Adam began to walk briskly towards the first headland. He was brimming with energy. Adam wasn’t entirely certain what he was going to do when he arrived at his destination. He just knew that he had to see it all again. To prove to himself that it wasn’t some kind of fever dream.

He sped up, breaking into a light jog. It wasn’t just that he was filled with energy. It was more than that. Adam increased his pace further until he was running along the beach, his heels kicking up clumps of wet sand as he veered closer to the lapping waves. It was easier to run there as the sand was more compact. The cool morning air was invigorating as it blew into his face.

“Damn. Okay, this is pretty cool.”

Adam wasn’t running at some superhuman speed or anything like that. That would have been too much, would have freaked him out. But he was definitely moving at a pace that he wouldn’t have been able to sustain a few days ago. It wasn’t immediately noticeable, but there were definitely some physical changes going on along with everything else. Adam felt like he could run forever.

When Adam reached the first headland he wasn’t even breathing hard. The young man took a few moments before he made his way over to the first cove. This was definitely another change he had no explanation for, even if he wasn’t entirely unhappy with it.

Adam took a deep breath and then followed the relatively easy path over to the first hidden beach. His nerves were jangling all over the place and he could feel his adrenaline beginning to rise. After the last few days where his emotions had been artificially suppressed, he was finally starting to react normally. Every step he took increased his awareness of just how much he had been ignoring.

Adam’s bare feet touched the sand of the first hidden cove. He looked around and sighed. It really was beautiful here. A place he’d have loved to invite Holly and Kendra to. Adam could almost picture both of the lovely young women exploring, appreciating the natural beauty here. Kendra would be cracking jokes, Holly would have a quiet smile of appreciation …

“Dammit.”

Adam kicked at the sand in frustration. He wanted that to happen. A lot. If only he could trust that their affection for him had been genuine. How much of what had happened between them all had been because of whatever freaky shit was going on in this resort? More than Adam would like, he was sure of that much. He had to admit that most of what had happened between them had to be because of what had happened to him in the cave. Adam just hoped that part of them actually did like him. That the time they had spent together still meant something. Anything.

Until he got some answers Adam wasn’t going to risk anything happening to someone he cared about. Or, he supposed, Emily.

Adam made his way towards the second headland at a more sedate walk. Part of him was dreading what he would find. It … frightened him. Adam had never even remotely believed in the supernatural. He had been raised semi-religious, but that had faded as he got older. Now he wouldn’t call himself a believer in anything. This though … this was hard to dismiss.

The cave, and everything that had happened since, was still something that part of Adam wanted to be able to explain away. A hallucination? Had the air been bad down there? Maybe he had just started tripping and only come back to his senses when he had stumbled out into the fresh air. But those dancing lights … those cavorting figures … it had all seemed far, far too real.

Even if Adam wanted to delude himself into a rational explanation, it didn’t explain anything else that had happened to him. He had hurt himself in the cave. He distinctly remembered scraping his shoulders as he squeezed through the narrow entrance. Holly and Kendra had both remarked on his injuries when they had first met. But then every single cut and scrape had faded, almost vanishing by the time they had reached the front office of the retreat.

“This sounds so dumb, even in my own head. What is this, some kind of healing factor? This just doesn’t happen. Otherwise everyone would know about it.”

More eerily still, the thought of his healing cuts had barely even entered into his head. Adam was positive he would never normally overlook something like that. He would have tested it somehow, and resolved to look into it when he got back to the Retreat. A small cut with a knife or something should do it.

This was the kind of thing that Adam found the hardest to explain away. Every step of the way, until last night at any rate, Adam had been unable to critically think about what had been happening to him. It had all been so hazy, so unimportant. It had only come into focus when he had rejected whatever it was that had been suppressing his normal thoughts.

Adam decided his sister deserved some gratitude for once. Looking back on last night, it was as though there had been someone else in his head. Influencing and guiding his actions. The scary part of it though was that Adam could still remember every decision and justification he had made last night as though it was his own. If Emily hadn’t been so confrontational last night, so intent of dropping painful truth bombs about their family … Well, Adam didn’t want to think too much about what would have happened. Especially since part of him, that part that had been in control and was still within him, still craved it all.

“Why didn’t I just sleep in the other bed last night? Or even just told Emily to sleep there? Anything other than sleep next to her all night! I guess I was pretending to be asleep, but still … It’s not like I wanted something to happen …”

Adam shivered. He’d never once in his life wanted something to happen between him and Emily. She was far too abrasive for him to ever entertain that thought. There was something seriously wrong.

Even with that though, Adam still counted himself lucky. If Emily hadn’t chased after him, hadn’t caught up and continued their fight, he would have gone straight to Holly and Kendra’s bungalow. With the mindset he had been in, Adam had no doubt he wouldn’t have hesitated for one second when confronted with the lovely couple. This morning, instead of waking up to Emily, Adam would have been in their bed. Sandwiched between the blonde and brunette, their bare skin touching his …

Adam kicked at the sand again.

“Fucking conscience.”

He was glad he had snapped out of whatever it was that had a hold on him. He really was. But still.

It kind of sucked.

Adam walked to the second headland that led to the small, rocky beach that held the cave. He took a moment and glanced around idly. This was where he had first seen Emily and Todd together. That was another thing. Adam hadn’t really cared at all that Todd had been cheating on Fiona with Emily. He had when he first saw them, but afterwards it hadn’t concerned him at all. Apart from appreciating the memory of his sister, naked on her hands and knees while she got fucked from behind …

Adam shook his head from side to side. He didn’t need another reminder or temptation. Not until he got some answers.

Trying to keep his mind off his sexy older sister, Adam rapidly scaled the second headland. It wasn’t all that high, but Adam was distantly impressed at just how quickly he climbed it, almost throwing himself up the rocky outcrop. Adam barely paused, swinging his legs over the top as he jumped down to the pebbled beach.

“Shit!”

Adam fell back onto his behind, holding his foot as his face screwed up in pain. He had landed right on a sharp outcropping of stone, mostly buried amongst the smaller smooth pebbles that had made up the beach. Adam lifted his foot to inspect the damage. He swore under his breath as he saw there was a sizeable gash on his heel. It didn’t look worryingly deep, but it was still bleeding enough that Adam gingerly hopped down to the water’s edge to wash it out.

“Well, that was a fucking stupid thing to do.”

The salty water stung his wound, but the sea was cold enough that it soon went numb. He lifted his foot again, looking at it ruefully. Adam inspected it closely, trying to see if he could notice anything change in the gash. Nothing appeared to change, although the cold water seemed to have slowed the bleeding some. Adam looked around. He had nothing to bind it with. It was going to be a long walk back to the retreat.

“And it’s going to be full of sand by the time I get back. Cleaning that out is going to be a lot of fun. I guess that answers the question about being able to heal though.”

Adam sighed, setting his shoulders. He needed to do what he had come out here for. The sun had mostly escaped the horizon at this point and everything was bathed in the orange glow of morning light. Adam got to his feet and started to hobble towards the cliff face, trying to not let his heel touch the ground too much. He had only gone a few feet when he paused, frowning.

There was nothing there.

Adam looked along the cliff face. It was almost sheer, completely cutting the small rocky cove off from the forested hills behind it. It wasn’t a big area, Adam could easily see the end of the second cove from where he stood. There was no way to miss the cave, even if the opening had been a narrow crack in the rock. He tried to be logical and work out if he was turned around somehow. Adam looked up. The day he’d found it, he had been clinging to the rocky headland, looking back over into the first beach as he watched Emily and Todd. He’d then jumped down and … the cave should have been there.

It wasn’t.

There wasn’t even anything that could be mistaken for a crack in the rocky cliff. Not a thing.

Adam stared. He licked his lips, suddenly nervous. He hadn’t even been sure if he would have gone in again, not with all the weird shit he now remembered, but he hadn’t ever considered it wouldn’t be there at all. Adam started to doubt everything all over again. There was no way he could have imagined it. He had squeezed through the narrow opening, hiding there as he watched Todd and Emily look around the beach for any trace of him. It had happened right here.

Adam walked up and ran his hand over the rocks in the place he thought the narrow crack in the cliff had been. There wasn’t a sign of anything other than smooth stone. He sunk down to his haunches, mind whirling. What was he going to do now?

Adam climbed back over the rocks to the first hidden beach, moving a lot slower this time around with his injured foot. His mind was wandering, lost in thought, so that he didn’t see the figure watching him until he was fully on the sand. When he did, Adam jumped back in surprise, narrowing his eyes at the patiently waiting figure.

Delilah stood on the sand looking at him with a serenely calm expression. She was wearing a long flowing dress, slit on one side half way up her thigh. It was cut low around her chest, showing off her impressive cleavage. A woollen shawl was wrapped around her shoulders, her only concession to the chill morning air. Delilah glanced down at Adam favouring one leg and tutted, holding a finger up to her lips.

“Adam we spoke about this only the other day when you got hurt exploring the first time. And yet, here you are again at the break of dawn. Alone and injured.”

Adam stared at the woman. For once he wasn’t taken in by her looks, lovely as she looked in the early morning light, the light breeze playing with the bottom of her dress. He had other things on his mind. His voice sounded flat, even to him. Angry.

“What are you doing here?”

“Is that really the issue at hand? Serenity Falls is mine. I have a duty of care for my guests. Now, how badly are you hurt?”

Adam took a step towards the older woman, purposefully putting weight on his injured foot. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest and his mouth felt dry.

“I didn’t see you on my way here. The beach was empty. How did you know I was here? How did you even get here so quickly? I ran — you don’t exactly look puffed.”

Delilah’s head rocked back at Adam’s barrage of questions. For a moment she looked unsure, concerned. Worried. Then she shook her head, her dark midnight hair rippling in the wind. She forced a smile onto her face.

“I saw you leave, Adam. My private residence is in the hills above the Retreat. It offers quite the view of the grounds and beach. I saw you headed this way and grew concerned about your safety.”

Adam scoffed inwardly, skeptical of her claims. Even if that were true, how would Delilah have known exactly where he was headed? She couldn’t have been watching him the entire time, or gotten her so quickly. Adam hadn’t been sprinting on his way here, but his pace had eaten up the distance fast.

“That’s not true and we both know it. I’m sick of secrets and weird shit happening. You know something and I want to know what it is!”

Delilah took a half step backwards, looking worried once more. Then her expression firmed.

“What weird things do you mean, Adam? If something is going on I need to know. Are you alright? Should I be concerned about … anyone else?”

“Stop it, stop it! Stop … deflecting. I know you’re doing it. There’s something about this place. I can’t explain any of it. But you know, and you’re going to tell me!”

Adam was shouting at the end. His heart rate had sped up, pounding like drums. Thumping in his chest like the sound he had heard when he had first discovered the cave. He recognised it now, knew what it signified. He was too angry to care.

Delilah paled. She nodded her head obediently, opening her mouth to speak. Then she paused, a faint frown appearing on her brow. She shivered and shut her mouth so fast that Adam heard her teeth click together. She bit at her lip, hard enough that a drop of blood appeared. Delilah squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. When she looked at Adam, her eyes were steady. Filled with a steely resolve.

“I see that you’ve seen something. Something that has you upset. Perhaps … no. You should know. Adam. If you bear with me just a little longer, I will tell you what you want to know.”

Adam hesitated. A part of him expected Delilah to have given up all she knew and more. To have no choice in telling him what he wanted to know. Instead, the dark haired women seemed set on her own course of action.

“Really?”

“I promise. First though, we should see to your injury. How bad is it?”

“What? Oh, it’s just a cut on my foot. It’s not too bad …”

Delilah raised an eyebrow.

“But liable to get worse since you have to keep walking on it.”

Adam was taken aback, his determination to get answers faltering. He hadn’t expected her to agree so quickly. She had taken control of the situation so deftly that he wasn’t sure how to get it back apart from yelling and threatening. Something that he didn’t want to do.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I wasn’t looking forward to the walk back.”

“Mmm. Yes, walking on it is not the best idea. So you’d better come back with me.”

Delilah stepped in close to Adam and took his arm, supporting him so that he could walk without putting much weight on his injured foot. It might have been Adam’s imagination, but it looked like she had flinched a moment before touching him.

Adam awkwardly let Delilah help him. She was stronger than she looked, supporting him easily even though she was a great deal shorter than he was. To his surprise, she was leading him towards the foliage at the edge of the sand, not along the beach towards the Retreat.

“Where are we going?”

“You were right, in a way. I couldn’t have got here so swiftly, not if I followed you along the beach. But then, that wasn’t the way I came.”

The first cove had more vegetation along the rocky shoreline. It wasn’t a sheer cliff like the pebbly beach where the cave had been. Delilah lead Adam to a dirt track hidden in the undergrowth. Unless Adam knew it was there he probably would never have found it. A short walk revealed how Delilah had been here waiting for him. Some kind of off-road golf cart was waiting, parked where the narrow dirt track widened into something like a rough road. Delilah helped Adam into the passenger seat.

“It’s easier to get around like this. Plus, this beach doesn’t see a lot of use even with the more … adventurous guests. Which I don’t mind. I like a private beach as much as the next girl.”

Adam was silent as Delilah got into the drivers seat. It felt like she was trying to manipulate him somehow but he was watching. She wasn’t going to get out of her promise to him.

The engine of the buggy turned on almost silently. Electric. Another explanation of how she had arrived unnoticed by him. Then Adam had to hold on as Delilah manoeuvred the cart along the winding road, climbing up through the tree-covered hills. Adam couldn’t see the Retreat at all, and if he didn’t know how close it was he would have thought there was nothing around for miles.

The house, when they arrived at it, appeared out of the forest like magic. One minute all Adam could see was trees, and the next they arrived at a clearing with a singular building. It was a single story house, although raised up on stilts so that the only access was from a staircase. It looked like it had more windows than actual walls, and Adam guessed it would be well suited to dealing with the heat when the weather grew warmer. There was a gravel road heading in the opposite direction of the track they had arrived at, and through a break in the trees Adam could just make out a few buildings of Serenity Falls. He raised an eyebrow at Delilah.

“Yeah, you totally saw me running along the beach.”

Delilah eyed him out of the corner of her eye and just shrugged, inviting him in. She had to assist him up the stairs and then helped him to the large plush sofa that held pride of place in the centre of the house. Adam eyed Delilah’s home, curious despite it all. It was very open, living areas divided by furniture more than by actual walls. The only area that was actually walled off was the bathroom, into which Adam could see a large porcelain bathtub.

Adam shook himself. He was here, now it was time for the truth.

“Okay, now I want some actual answers.”

Delilah smiled at him. Adam was struck by her expression. She seemed wary. Wary and determined. He couldn’t figure out why she looked like that.

“In a moment, Adam. Let me look after you first.”

Delilah left for a moment and came back with a first aid kit. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch and then sat down with Adam. She patted at her knee.

“Come on, leg up. Let me clean out your cut first.”

Adam eyed her but slowly lifted his injured foot. Delilah took hold of his ankle and placed his leg across her thigh. Adam felt uncomfortable, but Delilah was humming under her breath, seemingly at ease. She bent her head to the side so that she could study the bottom of his foot. Her breasts were a heavy weight on Adam’s leg.

“It’s quite shallow but there is some dirt in there. I’ll have to clean it.”

Adam tried not to wince as Delilah swabbed out his cut with some antiseptic. The warmth of her body proved a great distraction to the pain. When Delilah had finished, Adam cleared his throat.

“Uh, thanks. Now, I really want to know what is going —”

Delilah turned on the sofa, drawing one of her legs up to her chest. The slit in her dress exposed an almost obscene amount of her thigh. Adam couldn’t help it, he just stared at the smooth alabaster skin of her leg. Her dress had fallen back far enough in her seated position that he could see right up to her hip. Was she even wearing any underwear? Adam couldn’t see any sign of it. He cleared his throat again. He tried to sit upright, feeling silly with his leg still resting up on the couch, but Delilah stopped him. She shifted a little closer to him, placing her hand on his knee.

“Relax, Adam. There’s no need to look so concerned. Is your foot your only injury?”

Delilah moved her hand further up Adam’s leg. Her hand felt cool, her skin soft. Adam felt his dick lurching in his shorts, rapidly hardening. Had he done this? Was this his fault? It didn’t feel the same at all. He watched as Delilah’s tongue darted out to wet her lips … and panicked.

“Delilah, look, stop. Something is happening. You aren’t acting normal. This isn’t you —”

Delilah laughed softly, a shimmering cascade of sound. She squeezed Adam’s thigh, moving her hand up under the leg of his shorts, scraping the inside of his inner thigh with her nails.

“And how would you know if I’m acting normally or not, young man? You appear to be afraid of something. Not me, surely.”

She smiled at him, the light of what Adam would swear was triumph growing in her eyes. He was rapidly losing all control of the situation and he couldn’t seem to make himself care. Adam’s heart was thundering in his chest, but not the same way it had been before. This was purely him.

The back of Delilah’s hand brushed against Adam’s erection and his dick jumped within his pants. He was breathing fast, his eyes wide. The most incongruous thought struck him. Kendra was going to be really jealous.

Delilah gracefully got onto her knees on the couch. She raised one leg … and then she was straddling Adam’s thighs. Adam lifted his other leg onto the sofa so that he was now fully laying upon it. Delilah took Adam’s hand and placed on her thigh, moving it high up her leg until it was resting almost on her hip. She gave him the sexiest smile he had ever seen, and then her hand deftly wrapped around his dick.

Adam let out a groan as he felt Delilah’s hand grip his manhood. Her delicate hand was reaching up the leg of his shorts, squeezing him as she straddled his thighs. She leant forward, her breath wet and hot as she whispered by his ear.

“You can’t be too afraid if you’re this excited. I must say this is a pleasant surprise, Adam. Not all young men are this … substantial.”

Adam turned his head, blindly trying to kiss her, but Delilah tilted her head away, laughing her silvery laugh. Adam felt like he was being enveloped by her scent. He slid his hand under the slit of her dress, exploring the soft warmth of her skin. She wasn’t wearing any underwear after all.

Delilah darted her head down and grazed his lips with hers, the barest, fleeting touch. She seemed to be relishing the control she had over him. She slid further up his body, stopping just before Adam’s crotch. The bulge of his erection, still gripped in Delilah’s hand, pressed against the front of her dress.

“Mmm … I can feel you twitching in my hand, Adam. You want this, don’t you?”

Delilah rocked her hips forward. Adam groaned again. He felt like he was drowning in lust. When he didn’t answer, she let go of his dick. Adam let out a soft sigh of loss, but then he felt her pulling at the front of his shorts. She yanked them down and his erection sprung free. Delilah moved forward more, lifting up her dress, and then she was straddling his lap. Adam’s erection pressed between his belly and her crotch.

Adam could feel the slick folds of her pussy, so wet and hot, enveloping the underside of his shaft as it lay pressed against his belly. She rocked her hips playfully, grinding herself along his dick, coating it in the juices of her arousal. Adam clutched almost desperately at her hips, wanting more. He’d only had sex once before, almost a year ago. The awkward fumbling and act itself had ended far too soon. It didn’t even slightly compare to what Delilah was doing to him. Adam groaned.

“I can’t believe this. You feel so good …”

Delilah rocked her hips again. She smiled down at him, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself. She spoke again, her tone turning the question into a statement.

“You want this, don’t you, Adam. You want me.”

“God, yes. Please …”

Adam tried to lift her hips, to raise her so that he could enter her. Delilah gripped his waist with her thighs, preventing him. Her eyes closed to mere slits as she gazed down at him. She shrugged one shoulder and then the other out of the straps of her dress, letting the light fabric tumble down. Her breasts fell free, bouncing for a moment on her chest. They were … huge. Perfect. The milky skin of her breasts were without flaw. They barely sagged, defying gravity. Her nipples were proudly erect, crinkled nubs sitting in the middle of pale brown areola. Delilah smiled down at Adam, baring her teeth.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I—I want you!”

“Mmm … good boy, Adam. I almost believe you. Tell me again.”

Adam stared. He craned his head forward, wanting to bury his face in her hanging breasts. Delilah swayed back, stymieing his efforts. She licked her lips, grinding her sex steadily along Adam’s shaft.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you want me, Adam.”

“I want you! Delilah, I—please, I want you!”

Delilah looked down at Adam. She shivered, looking, of all things, relieved.

“Good boy.”

Delilah lifted her hips, rocking forward as she reached between their bodies to grip Adam’s dick once more. She didn’t hesitate this time though. Adam panted as he watched the gorgeous older woman position his dick at the entrance to her sex. He felt the head of his dick catch at her opening. Adam looked up at Delilah’s face. There was a strange light in her eyes. The scent, that floral smell that Adam associated with her smoking her pipe, was all around him. He reached up, and gripped Delilah’s breasts. This time she let him. He sunk his fingers into the unbelievable softness of her breasts, gripping and fondling her heavy tits. Delilah’s nipples felt as hard as diamonds in the palm of his hands.

Delilah was breathing almost as fast as Adam as she began to lower herself. She sunk onto him, inch after inch disappearing inside of her. When at last her hips met his, Delilah let out a long and satisfied moan. She leant forward, her face right before his. She brushed her mouth to his again, a little longer this time. Folding her lips over his. She whispered, her voice rich and rough, dripping sensuality.

“You’re all the way inside me, Adam. Every inch of you. Can you feel me? Feel me wrapped around you? I can feel you. Feel you throbbing inside me.”

Delilah sat back up, placed the palms of her hands on Adam’s chest, and then began to ride him. She raised and lowered her hips, rocking forward at the same time in a skilful motion that felt so good that Adam could only moan. All thoughts of getting answers … all his resolve … it all fell away. There was only Delilah, moving above him.

Delilah picked up her pace and began to softly moan herself. Her eyes were closed and she panted lightly as she fucked Adam. Her breasts swayed and bounced on her chest, her thighs squeezing him tightly as she rode him. Her fingers curled on his chest, her nails digging into Adam’s skin. It felt so good that Adam felt the beginning stirs of his climax already. He moaned louder, sinking his fingers into Delilah’s hips hard enough to bruise. Gripping her tightly as he tried to increase her pace.

Delilah opened her eyes, licking her lips as she stared down at Adam. Her raven hair fell around her face, framing it.

“Not yet. Not yet, Adam. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

Adam groaned as Delilah’s hips rocked and thrust even faster. Her hips were coming down to meet his with an audible slap of flesh meeting flesh. Adam held off coming, although he didn’t know how. He was staring up into Delilah’s eyes and they captivated him. Held him.

Delilah leant back, reaching behind her to steady herself by gripping Adam’s legs. She thrust and rocked her hips wantonly, rhythmically. Adam stared down at his dick as it vanished and reappeared from Delilah’s pussy. The view of her soft belly as she arched her back, her heavy breasts bouncing as she began to pant, was mesmerising. Adam was getting closer and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold off much long-

“Yes! Now, Adam! That’s it! Now, Adam. Come in me now!”

Adam obeyed. His hips jerked as he thrust upwards, crying out as he began to come. He felt his dick pulsing as he shot his seed deep inside Delilah’s body. She kept riding him, her body shaking. He could feel her insides quivering and clenching around his dick. Milking him of everything he had.

Delilah collapsed on top of Adam, as spent as he was. She was breathing heavily as she raised her chin, smiling widely at him. She looked … relieved. Jubilant. She leant forward and kissed him properly for the first time. Her breath tasted sweet. Delilah sat upright and stretched.

“Thank you for that, Adam.”

Delilah carelessly got off of Adam, letting his erection slip out of her. She stood next to him on the sofa, letting her dress that had bunched up around her waist, fall to the floor. It was the first time that Adam had properly seen her naked and she didn’t disappoint. The ratio of her body just seemed unreal. The flare of Delilah’s hips and her narrow waist was so exaggerated that it wouldn’t look out of place in a cartoon. Her skin was so flawless it looked like it was glowing.

Delilah, noticing Adam staring, smiled.

“Excuse me a moment, Adam.”

Delilah turned and walked towards her bathroom. Adam’s eyes were fixed to her behind, and the way her hips rolled and swayed with every step. He felt a renewed surge of lust when he spotted, just before she closed the door behind her, a shiny trail of his semen beginning to trickle down Delilah’s thigh.

Adam had a moment to himself and realised he was still sitting on Delilah’s couch with his pants pulled down. He flushed slightly, getting dressed again. What the hell had just happened? Adam knew of course, but how had it happened. He didn’t think that was him. He hadn’t done that. It had felt entirely different from all that he had experienced so far.

Adam’s musings was cut short as Delilah exited the bathroom. She was dressed in a loose robe, although ‘dressed’ was a bit of an exaggeration. It was tied loosely around her waist, but mostly hung open. As the older woman busied herself in the kitchen for a few moments, Adam saw pretty much every part of Delilah as she moved around. It did next to nothing in hiding her body. It looked good on her though.

Delilah came back to the sofa, her absent pipe once again in her hand. She sat down next to Adam, seeming completely relaxed. She drew one leg up to her chest, unashamedly giving Adam a show, as she took a long pull of her pipe. Delilah tilted her head back and exhaled a cloud of floral smoke. She was complexly at ease, with no sign of the concern or worry she’d had when she had first confronted Adam down on the beach. Adam wondered at that.

Delilah smiled, gesturing at Adam with her pipe.

“So, Adam. You have questions. What exactly do you want to know?”