

As they say, and they do not lie, you learn a great deal about yourself in your early 20s.

First, let's talk about my girlfriend, because that's where this begins. Meagan and I had been dating for two months, and we were having the time of our lives doing it. She was (and is) cute, funny, sexy and smart. We'd hooked up at a party, spent that night together, and been nearly inseparable ever since.

Since this is one of those kinds of stories, you probably want to know what she looked like. Happy to help: 5' 8", dark blonde hair to her shoulders, cute triangular face. Button nose that just makes her even cuter. Blue eyes. A nice curvy figure, athletic without being too butch. Biggish breasts. Nicely shaped ass. The kind of looks that radiate outdoorsy wholesomeness, which wasn't too far from the truth. When we begin our story, she was 22, and I was 23.

We went to the same school. I had just graduated and was about to start grad school, and she had just finished her junior year.

Now, the next thing you need to know is that we hadn't fucked yet. We'd had plenty of sex, of the oral and manual variety, but she was adamant that she was not going to have anything permanently attached to me inserted into her pussy until she figured out the right kind of birth control for her. Unfortunately, the right kind of birth control seemed to be not yet made by human hands, so the subject of coitus kept coming up, and going down. As it were.

But she gave pretty good head, and she was otherwise a joy to be with, so I was willing to wait it out.

The last thing you need to know is that, even with all of the sucking and licking that had been going on between us, I'd never come in her mouth. Just hadn't worked out that way.

And, when our story opens, that precise thing was going to happen. It was June 21st, the longest day of the year. In a week, she was going home... and I was going to follow a week or so later to meet her folks (I know, that's pretty serious to get with a girl that you haven't actually screwed).

Part of the package, sadly, was that I had to drive her and her younger sister back here, so her sister could move in for her first year at college, and Meagan could move more of her things to her apartment. I wasn't wild about spending four days on the road being chaste in the presence of her sibling, but those are the things you do for love.

Anyway, my birthday was while she was out of town, and she had promised me a present early.

"Do you want to come in my mouth tonight?"

She had a habit, both endearing and annoying, of saying things like that to me on the phone when she knew I was out in public, unable to react appropriately.

"Um," I said, shifting the cell from one shoulder to the other, looking across the record store (my summer job), trying to look ever so cool as my cock immediately started to harden.

"I hope you won't mind." Giggle.

"No, no, that would be fine. If it's no trouble."

"Well, we'll find out. See you at nine."

"9pm? That late?" OK, so I wasn't doing a great job of this "being cool" thing. Sadly, just getting a job at record store doesn't automatically give you that ability.

"I have to cover at the coffee house tonight. Love you!"

"Uh, love you!" Phone folded, I realized that it was going to be the longest day of the year in a way other than just the length of sunlight.

A snarky voice behind me said, "I assume that was the blonde chick."

I turned and looked down to see the venom-green eyes of Kayleigh, my most recent ex. Kayleigh and I had broken up about a month before I hooked up with Meagan. I really don't remember quite why we broke up: some argument over something or other, almost certainly completely trivial. By the time she had forgiven me, Meagan and I were an item. Kayleigh was still, though, my best friend, though, in a weird confrontational sort of way.

"Yes, that was the 'blonde chick.' Her name is Meagan."

"Right. I know. The blonde chick. She put out yet?"

"Our love transcends the physical. Particular activities are not required for us to show our deep devotion to each other."

She didn't look up from restocking the CD jukebox. "Barf. That would mean, no, she hasn't put out. And why do you put up with it?"

Kayleigh had made it clear that I was welcome into her bed, and I was certainly tempted. But it was also clear that Kayleigh's interest in me was mostly because she couldn't believe she had been dumped (in her somewhat inaccurate reconstruction of events) for a girl who didn't actually fuck, and a grudge-fuck wasn't my speed. And, of course, Kayleigh would make sure that Meagan found out in about thirty seconds, and then I'd be both a loser and single.

"It'll happen."

Kayleigh turned her green eyes at me. Black hair (with blue streak), very pale skin, dark eyes, black makeup, black clothes: Kayleigh was in the dictionary next to "Goth Chick." Except, of course, for her figure. Most people thought that Kayleigh was short and fat. She was short, barely five feet, but the "fat" impression was based on her chest, which was... well, "freakishly huge tits" was not a bad description. The rest of her was just normal young round female, but her boobs threw the whole thing into relief. She was wearing a black Swans t-shirt, stretched to a point that was at a border between "sexy" and "alarming."

"Try before you buy, I say."

"In your case, it's 'you broke it, you bought it.' You've left a trail of wrecked boyfriends behind you."

She shrugged, and walked around the counter. "They knew the risks. And I'm off. Say hi to the blonde chick for me, and tell her that she doesn't know what she's missing."

I waved as she bounced out of the store. "I'll pass along your wisdom, I promise."

The evening seemed to crawl by. Not many customers, since the term was out, and no one but students bought the kind of stuff we sold at the Slipped Disk. I stare across the store, imagining Meagan's full red lips slowly sliding down on my hard cock, and back up, her blue eyes twinkling, full breasts hanging down as she sped up, sucking faster and faster, as I felt myself get closer and closer, her moans of encouragement building...

I looked down, and sighed, and hoped I wouldn't have to come around to the front of the counter for a few minutes, since I couldn't really stand and be polite right then.

Descending gracefully back to the floor, she spread her legs, slowly stroking herself. I slid down between them, and started licking up her thighs. It wasn't my best work, I'm afraid, although she came several times; my mind was spinning with what had just happened.

"Really... it was great. I love it when you come in my mouth." I didn't know if was true or just my imagination, but was something different, just slightly, about her tone, as if she was echoing back something she'd heard? I watched as she stripped, her breasts swinging free as she undid her bra.

She licked her lips. "You can come in my mouth anytime , love."

As she wiggled out of her underwear, I had to ask. "So, um, how was it when I came..."

She already was undoing her shorts. "Ready when you are."

I leaned down and kissed her, my hands finding her breasts. "That was the best birthday present I've ever had. Now, about your turn..."

After a few minutes, she blinked and slowly disengaged from my cock. She smiled up at me. "How was that?"

"I love to suck your cock," she said, and then resumed her ministrations. Her eyes were staring right at my pubic hair. Lights on, nobody home. I watched her, wondering what to do and what was going on.

"You love to suck my cock, don't you?"

"OK," she murmured, and started gently licking on it again. I leaned back, watching her, wondering what in the world to do next.

I was starting to get hard again just from this conversation.

"I'll let you come in my mouth anytime you want."

"You'll let me come in your mouth anytime I want."

"I love it when you come in my mouth."

"You love it when I come in your mouth." My first thought is that she was just being generous, but some part of me knew that something else was going on.

My mind started spinning. By now, she'd be on her back, naked from the waist down, demanding cunnilingus; she was very particular about getting her share. But she just kept kissing my cock.

"I don't mind it when you come in my mouth." Same soft voice, same blank expression.

"You don't mind it when I come in your mouth, do you?"

"That wasn't too bad," she replied, as if she was just repeating back what I said. I reached down and stroked her hair; she didn't react.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?"

She kept kissing, softly, eyes unfocused, expression blank. I was going to ask her what she thought, but something about her face and voice made me put it differently.

"Hm?" she said, softly, not looking away.

I blinked, shuddered, and looked down. She was slowly kissing around the head, her eyes open. Something about her expression made me pause.

It didn't take long. I was wound up by the great blowjob, by waiting for it all afternoon, and... well, being 23. She could feel it in my cock, and from my moans, and she wrapped her mouth around the head as I burst out; it seemed that gallons of cum were pouring out. I threw my head back with a, "Yes... yes... YES!" as she gulped it down.

That evening, though, she was not going to be shown up, and was bobbing her head vigorously. She looked up, grinned, and plunged back in. "Don't worry about it," she said through my cock, "just let it happen..."

It wasn't quite like my fantasy, but that was fine. She didn't take a single thing off. I stripped off my shirt, and being naked in front of her fully clothed was strange and exciting. Her fellatio technique was a very start-and-stop one, with lots of teasing on the balls and head: exquisite, but not really conducive to bursting forth. I usually finished by masturbating while she watched and helped with her hands.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, as she started licking her way up my cock.

"After. Now, lean back and enjoy your present."

"Anything I can do for you...?" Another thing that I really liked about Meagan is that she had the best-tasting pussy of any girl I'd fucked, and I really like the taste of pussy.

"Me, neither." She knelt down, and quickly had my jeans and boxers off. "Well, I'm honored to be the first." She started slowly stroking my cock.

I perhaps was not as gentlemanly as possible in my inability to keep from kiss-and-telling. "Uh, no, you're right. I've never done that with anyone."

"You should have. She never did that for you, did she?"

Her hands were undoing my jeans. "Heh. Did you tell her what I said?"

By now, we were on the couch, and her hand was on my crotch. I was stroking her breasts, and could feel the nipples getting hard. Frigid, this girl was not.

"You're mean. Kayleigh was right there when you called."

"Very, especially after your phone call."

I opened, and there she was. Tank top, cut-offs, sneakers, and a very wicked glint in her eye. Much kissing before any words exchanged.

One of the many things I like about Meagan is that she's very punctual. 9pm, the doorbell rang.

But I wasn't thinking about Kayleigh and her love life right now (although I could frequently hear it, as her bedroom was above mine, too); I was counting down the moments until Meagan arrived with my birthday present. Meagan lived with about five hundred roommates (so it seemed; I could never keep track), so our place was where we trysted.

I was off work at 8pm, and was back to my place like a shot. Fortunately, I lived across the street, above a really terrible Chinese takeout, so it wasn't a long walk. I had moved in when Kayleigh and I were still dating, and she still lived right above me. This had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, somewhat less so now.

I reached down to start stroking myself. I knew she was doing the same.

"Well, anytime I'm doing something like running my tongue along your cock..."

"I didn't notice it at all. You can come in my mouth anytime you want."

"So did it you! You didn't mind the taste."

"You seemed to enjoy it."

"Oh, yeah. It was amazing. I'd never come like that before."

"You liked the way I sucked cock?" Another one of our traditions: a bit of phone sex to round out the evening.

"Well, thank you. You were great."

I was interrupted from my reverie by my cell ringing. Meagan always called me when she got back to her place.

Meagan never spent the night; she was worried about what her roommates might say. After a nice long cuddle and some Chow Fun from the takeout downstairs (sometimes convenience overrides the quality of the food), she headed off back across town. I sat and thought. It didn't last long, probably about five minutes, but something had happened to her right after she had swallowed my cum. It was like she had been hypnotized or something. And the way she had talked right afterwards...

Kayleigh made a rude noise. I looked at her, then went back to considering the register.

"I love to suck your cock." There it was again, that slight touch of a strange tone.

"Don't you want to know why?" Actually, I did; she almost never wanted to have dates with me two nights in a row.

"I want to come over."

"Me, too, but after that."

She sounded excited. "Hi! So, what are you doing tonight?"

I looked at the register. Well, that was no help. Had Meagan just been in a weird mood? What had really happened? I was still in a reverie when my cell rang. It was Meagan.

"It tastes like bleach." She looked back at her magazine, and turned the page.

"Yes, I'm sure, because if you had, I'd have killed you."

"I never came in your mouth, did I?"

The next day, I waited until Kayleigh and I were in the store.

"I'm glad you like it..." I whispered in her ear, running my mouth over the nipple closest to me, and then starting to run my mouth down her stomach. 69 was one of our favorite things, and somehow, she seemed to reciprocate with even more vigor than usual.

I had her repeat both parts a couple more times. At 10:21, she blinked and stretched. "Oooooh... god, that feels so good..." she said, in a normal Meagan-voice, throwing her hands over her head.

"You won't wear anything under the skirt."

"I'll wear..." She gave a low gasp at my fingering. "I'll wear a miniskirt, heels, and a low-cut blouse."

I kept probing at her G spot, one eye on the clock. "What will you wear for our date tomorrow?"

"Now, on our date tomorrow, you'll wear a miniskirt, heels, and a low-cut blouse." As far as I knew, she didn't even own any of those things.

We repeated this to-and-fro a few times. Then, I moved on to another experiment.

"I'll swallow your come every time we have sex."

"You'll swallow my come every time we have sex."

"I'll let you come in my mouth anytime I want."

"You'll let me come in your mouth anytime I want."

It was time to start my plan. The first step was to make sure that I could continue the experiment on future dates.

"I love to suck your cock," she said, in that low dreamy voice.

"You love to suck my cock, right?"

Somewhat slowly, her eyes still not looking at anything in particular, she crawled up next to me. I ran my hand between her legs; she was very wet. My fingers slid in, and started fondling her, probing her G spot. She gave a happy sigh, but continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Come over here and lie down next to me."

"Can you hear me?" I said, my voice a bit uncertain.

It only took a few more seconds. This time, I watched carefully as I started coming. Meagan's mouth wrapped down around the head as she started sucking, she looked up at met my eye with a mischievous twinkle, and then... her expression changed as she swallowed. Her face grew blank, her eyes unfocused. I looked at the cock: 10:13pm.

"You can come in my mouth anytime you want," she said, and started pumping faster.

"Can I come in your mouth again?"

"That's OK," she said through a lick.

It wasn't long before I felt a familiar pressure building in my balls.

At 10:06pm, I was in bed, with Meagan going down on me. Her jeans, blouse and underwear were in a pile next to the bed, next to my clothes; her breasts slowly stroked my thighs as she ran her mouth up and down my cock. We had dispensed with any foreplay; she wanted to get straight down to business, and I wasn't going to say no. She had said that she wanted to get as much playing in as possible, since tomorrow night was her last night in town, but there was a certain urgency in how she leapt onto my cock.

A few seconds later, my phone beeped. I read the SMS: "cant wait to suck you off again ... love m."

"Me, too. See you tomorrow... Seven?"

"OK... I'll surprise you, for sure. I've got to collapse."

"Then surprise me." I didn't want to bias the experiment by suggesting something.

"C'mon, it's a special date. I want to wear something nice."

"Right. So, what should I wear for the date tomorrow?"

"You know, a real virgin. Anyway, my sister will be there."

A pause. "We'll see. They think I'm still a virgin."

"Are we going to be able to have sex at your parent's place?"

"Of course! It will be a week until we can see each other after that!"

"You, too. Are we still getting together tomorrow?"

"Glad you made it... wow, that was great."

It was after midnight when she got home.

One more repeat, and she shuddered and blinked. "Oh... god, wow, that's good..." she moaned, grinding back into my fingers.

"I love having your cock between my breasts."

"You love having my cock between your breasts."

A couple more repetitions, and I realized that it would wear off at any moment. But I wanted one special thing for tonight, so I continued.

"I fantasize..." she gave a little orgasmic shudder, "about your cock in my cunt."

"You fantasize about my cock in your cunt."

"I... I fantasize about being fucked by you, about your cock in my cunt."

"I... uh..." She hesitated. I kept on finger-fucking her, and whsipered in her ear, "You fantasize about my fucking you. About my cock in your cunt."

"You fantasize about my fucking you."

I started fingering her, in and out, in and out, finger-fucking her quickly.

"I want to be a slut for you all the time."

"You want to me a slut for me all the time."

"You like being my slut."

"You love being so accessible and fuckable."

"I like dressing like a slut for you."

"You like dressing like a slut for me."

But, no, I stopped myself. I wanted to fuck her, but not this way. But, if I could get her to dress up for me...

"Spread your legs." She slid her legs apart, a bit unsteadily; she was obviously not used to standing in heels. With the extra height the shoes gave her, her pussy was just the right level. She was very wet, and her lips were open; I could see her virgin cunt right there, and my cock was throbbing, aching for her. I still had about three minutes of whatever effect this was, and all I had to do was slide into her.

"OK..." she said, and did so, hands up against the wall. I lifted her skirt, and stroked her pussy, just a soft gasp coming from her in response.

She slowly disengaged from my cock and stood, staring blankly over my shoulder. I was still hard and ready.

It took just under eight minutes. And, again, as I watched, her expression faded from animated to blank. Her mouth stayed closed around the head of my cock, her fingers slowly stroking herself under the skirt, as she had been doing the whole time.

She ran her hands over my chest. "I read that Egyptian prostitutes used lipstick to show that they specialized in fellatio." She smiled. I ran my hands down her back to her ass, and lifted the skirt. Naked under it. "I like to think that I specialize in fellatio on you," she whispered in my ear, and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. "I want to see how fast I can bring you off in my mouth."

"I didn't. All bought today. Like the lipstick?" She came closer, slowly.

"You look... amazing. I didn't know you had clothes like this," I stammered.

I just stared as she walked in. After the door was closed, she slowly turned. "Do you like it?" she asked, with a small grin.

At 7pm exactly, the doorbell rang. When I got it, I froze for a second. Meagan was there, but I almost didn't recognize her. She had her hair up, with two chopsticks holding it in place. She was wearing bright red lipstick. Her blouse was open far enough to show deep cleavage; she had found a push-up bra. Her bright red leather miniskirt and heels matched her lipstick; the skirt was really too high to be appropriate street wear.

I'd never heard her say something quite like that. "You were a great slut." She laughed, and sat up to kiss me.

"I love sucking you off!" she said. She looked up, and rocked back, stroking her heavy, slippery boobs. "Was I good slut for you?"

I wasn't sure how long this round would last, so stuck with repeating that part. Right at five minutes, she licked her lips.

"I'm going to go home and masturbate, while I fantasize about you fucking me."

"You're going to go home, and masturbate, while you fantasize about my fucking you."

"What are you going to fantasize about?"

"I want to be the best slut I can be for you."

"You want to be the best slut you can be for me."

"You love to be my slut."

I reached down and played with her slick tits. No reaction; she stared at my cock with huge, empty eyes. Apparently, two doses in the same evening had the same effect.

She opened her mouth, looking down. As the first drops appeared, she swooped down on it, pumping it with her hands and mouth. And just as fast, her face went blank.

"OK..." I was very close. "... but you better get ready..."

"That sounds messy," she said, with a wink. "I better catch all of that hot cum of yours in my mouth." She licked her lips.

"All over those big tits of yours..."

"I can't argue," I said, watching my dick disappear and repeat between her heavy tits. "If you keep that up, I'm going to..."

"What's the point," she said, "of having big boobs if you don't use them?"

An hour later, I was sitting on the futon, with Meagan kneeling in front of me. There was the better part of a small bottle of lube all over her breasts, and she was vigorously pumping my cock between them.

I drove her home, since it was very late by the time we were done. I stroked her pussy and clit on the car back; she reclined the seat to give me good access. I could tell that she was thinking about offering me something as she stroked my cock through my jeans, in return; she kept looking at my crotch and opening her mouth. But we settled for just a passionate goodnight kiss.

The next day, I drove Meagan to the airport. Normal clothes, normal behavior, as if nothing had happened. I was wondering if all of this was just some weird fantasy of hers that she'd been acting out without telling me.

Just outside of security, we hugged and kissed for what was probably ten minutes, but seemed like just a second. She picked up her bags, gave me one more kiss, and whispered into my ear, "I spent last night thinking about us fucking."

With that, she ducked into the security line, and waved. I stared, waving back. As I walked back to the car, I pulled out my cell. I still wasn't sure what was going on, but I need some more information.

"Hi, Kayleigh? Are you doing anything this evening after work?"



So, is this a date, or a date-date?" Kayleigh asked.

I was trying to balance the register, which was off by $11.99. I didn't even look over at her.

"I've never understood the difference between a date and a date-date."

"Am I going home tonight?"

"Kayleigh, you live one floor above me! You can go home anytime you want."

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, and we'll just see how things go."

"Fine, but if I buy dinner, you better put out."

"What's the rule? It has to be over $20."

She started to rummage through her purse. "Before or after tip?"

"Before."

"How about tax?"

"I'm starting to feel pretty cheap here."

I found the missing sale, and noted it on the register tape. Kayleigh looked up with a big smile. "It's because you are cheap. I used to get laid by you without having to pay for dinner."

"That was then, this is now, and don't count on anything happening after dinner. We're going Dutch. Sign the register receipt so we can get out of here."

She reached over to sign it. She certainly knew what she wanted; she was wearing a scoop neck t-shirt that showed off her cleavage (and she had a lot of cleavage) in a way that was just about obscene. And she was wearing a skirt (albeit a long one), which was as close to a mating display as her species got. She signed the tape, and pulled a package out of her purse. "I even got fresh condoms." She dropped them back in, and snapped the purse closed.

"That's nice. You can use them for water balloons. Let's go."

Now, of course, this was all a game. I wouldn't have asked her out to dinner if I hadn't been hoping we'd go to bed together, and she knew it. I felt a bit bad about cheating on Meagan, although she and I had never actually said that we wouldn't sleep with other people... it was just sort of assumed, and I never felt strongly motivated until now. But I really needed to find out if the strange effect my cum had on Meagan was something that worked on anyone else, and Kayleigh was an eager, if not entirely informed, subject.

I even paid for dinner. It was over $20, Kayleigh noted with glee.

"I guess this means I have to put out," she said, batting her eyes up at me.

I put an arm around her as we walked back to the apartment building. "I guess so. Rules are rules."

"Well, I've been known to in the past."

"I have some fond memories."

"Oh, I'm much better now."

I looked down at her big green eyes, and very, very big breasts. "Really?"

"And I fuck, unlike certain blonde chicks."

"Now, enough of that."

She giggled. Getting her way put her in a very good mood. "Oh, come on. If I can't be smug about that, what can I be smug about?"

I stopped her, and leaned down to her. "You can be smug about what a great kisser you are." And she was, with her back pressed against a building, right on the sidewalk, grinding into each other. I had forgotten how much fun Kayleigh's brand of overwhelming lust could be. After we broke off the embrace, we ran back to my place.

She slowly worked her way out of the t-shirt, not without difficulty. I stared, still amazed at her figure. "How do you get into that thing?" I asked as her breasts popped out, barely contained by a too-small bra.

"Lots of lube," she said, tossing it onto the couch. She reached behind her, and started undoing the bra. Snap, snap, snap, snap. Her breasts swung free, still remarkably full and high for tits that huge. Huge light-brown areolas, big nipples already hard. She stroked them, obviously enjoying my stare. She walked forward, cupping them, and sat down on the couch next to me. As she reached down to pull her skirt up, her legs spread. No panties, and she was shaved bare.

"That's new," I said, stroking her pussy; she was already a bit wet. She gave a happy gasp.

"Got tired... oh... of hair pulling," she replied, closing her eyes and stretching, to magnificent effect. "Wow, I love your fingers."

"They're awfully fond of you." I worked them in, finding her G spot, and starting pushing up gently. She grabbed the back of the couch as if she was about to fall off, and rewarded me with another moan and clench in her pussy.

Next step, of course, was eating her out, and I was on my knees in that department soon enough. I always loved doing this, both because I love to eat pussy, and because looking up at her, reaching up and playing with her boobs, while riding her gyrating cunt with my mouth was just one of the best experiences ever. I was as hard as a rock, and in normal circumstances, I would have slid a condom on and slid right in after her second or third orgasm, but I had a science experiment to perform. As she came down from orgasm number five, I sat up, reached behind her, and pulled her onto me as I fell back into the floor; we descended in a heap of limbs and tits.

"Now," she said, her breasts brushing me as her mouth worked its way down to my cock, "no coming in my mouth, remember, unless you want me to dump it all over your stomach."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, but as her mouth descended onto me, I was already planning. I needed to come in her mouth for this project to work; I just hoped I was turned on enough that I could pop without much warning. I wondered, with an inner giggle, if this is what porn stars have to worry about.

It wasn't long before I felt the pressure build. The hard part was keeping from moaning to let her know that I was close. I closed my eyes, relaxed, relaxed... and then, without any warning (I hoped), I came. It felt like a geyser from my end.

I waited for her to snarl at me, or spit come at my face, or say something, but her mouth just stopped. I waited a second longer, opened my eyes, and looked down.

She was stopped, as if frozen, staring straight down. The head of my cock was still in her mouth, and she was very gently working it with her tongue, as if to drain the last few drops out. Her face had the blank, empty expression I had come to know on Meagan.

I didn't know how long she'd stay in this state, so I had to move fast. "Kayleigh, come up here," I said, guiding her off of my cock and up to me until we were face to face. Her mouth was still open as if a phantom cock was still inside of it. I even waved my hand in front of her eyes; no reaction. Her boobs felt wonderful resting on my chest.

I took her head in my hands; it seemed the right thing to do somehow.

"Kayleigh, can you hear me?"

"Yes..." she said, as if her mind was a million miles away. Her eyes didn't really focus on me.

"I want you to repeat after me."

"OK."

"You love to suck my cock."

"I love to suck your cock."

"You love to swallow my cum."

"I love to swallow your cum."

"You'll let me come in your mouth anytime I want."

"I'll let you come in my mouth anytime I want."

I had her repeat that a few times; I wanted to make sure I could repeat the experiment if I needed to.

"You love it when I come in your mouth."

"I love it when you come in my mouth."

"You love the taste of my cum."

"I love the taste of your cum."

"You'll suck me off anytime I want."

"I'll suck you off anytime you want."

"You'll fuck me anytime I want."

"I'll fuck you anytime you want."

Now, for what might be the most important part: Making sure that my relationship with Meagan didn't get screwed up.

"You'll never tell Meagan that we're fucking again."

"I'll never tell Meagan that we're fucking again."

"You'll keep our relationship secret from everyone."

"I'll keep our relationship secret from everyone."

A few more repetitions, and I could see her eyes starting to clear. She looked down, and tried to look stern; she failed.

"What did I tell you?" she asked.

"Um, sorry... you're awfully good at that. I hope it wasn't too bad."

She licked her lips. "Actually, you taste pretty good."

"Uh, thanks, I guess..."

She sat up, and reached for her purse. She opened it, and grabbed the condom package. "But you better still be up for this..."

I was.

We went out to a coffee house afterwards. I leaned over to her as we sipped our lattes.

"Um, about Meagan..."

Kayleigh sighed. "Please, I'm not the kiss-and-tell type."

"Um, but you are."

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Yeah, but I like you. Our little secret is safe with me."

I relaxed. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"On one condition."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Tomorrow, my place, after you get off."

I grinned. "That's a stiff bargain, but you're on."

She smiled back. She sipped her drink, her tongue running slowly around the edge of the glass mug.

The next day at work, I thought about what happened. My cum definitely did something to women, and not just Meagan. Kayleigh seemed perfectly happy to swallow me, but that could just be that my cum really did taste better than her previous experience. She seemed eager to fuck again, but she was pretty eager to fuck before. Shepromised not to tell Meagan, but it was really just my paranoia that made me think she would have in the first place.

I needed to find something that she wouldn't normally do with anyone, to see if I really could control someone with this weird talent, or whatever it was. I was still pondering this when I locked up, and walked out onto the street. My cell rang, and it was Meagan.

"Hi, love!" She sounded like she was in a good mood.

"Hi! How're the parents?"

"Oh, fine. It's boring being home. I miss you."

"I miss you, too."

"You know what I really miss?"

"What's that?" I stopped, and leaned up against a wall across from my (and Kayleigh's) building. I could see dim light on her in apartment.

"Sucking your cock."

"Really?"

"Really. It's all I've been thinking about."

"That must be distracting."

"I miss you coming in my mouth."

"I'll be there in less than a week."

"That's a whole week without your big, hard cock sliding between my lips..."

"And what about your other fantasy?"

"Other fantasy?" She sounded confused for a moment.

"What you told me just as you left, you tease."

"Oh, right..."

"About us fucking."

"Well, of course I think about it." She didn't sound very sure at all; I wondered if the suggestion I gave her before she left had started to fade. Best not to push it.

"Me, too. Listen, I'm just standing in the street right now. Can I call you this evening?"

"Oh, yeah. I want to hear your voice. Especially as I tell you what I'm going to do to you when you get here."

"I want to hear that, too. Call you soon!"

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

I folded up the phone, put it on "silent," and walked across to the building.

I knocked on 3F, Kayleigh's door. No answer. Again. Her voice called out, "It's open." I pushed it open; candlelight flickered inside. I stepped in, and closed the door behind me.

She was lounging on her couch, candles on every available flat surface. Her collection of strange, disturbing art was barely visible on the walls. She was wearing a black silk robe; it fell open as she stood up. Nothing under it. She smiled.

"You look wonderful," I said.

"I'm glad you like." She slowly walked across the floor towards me, her boobs swinging heavily under the robe. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed, and kissed. I slid my hand between her legs; she was already dripping wet.

Time to start the experiment. I whispered to her, "I want you to suck me off."

She ground her cunt into my hand. "If you promise you'll have enough left for me afterwards," she gasped back.

"I promise. Suck me off."

"OK... I'll suck you off anytime you want," she murmured back, her voice taking on that slight far-away intonation I had heard from Meagan. And with that, she sank to her knees, and undid my fly.

Although she started with a bit of tease, on my balls and on my shaft, she knew what she wanted, and soon was almost encouraging me to mouth-fuck her with her steady rhythm. She looked up at me, either demanding or pleading. One hand worked fast between her legs.

"God, I love your cock," she murmured. "I want you to come in my mouth... c'mon, do it, fill my mouth with that hot cum of yours..." This time, I didn't have to surprise her. "Oh, god, yes, I'm coming... do it, I want to come in your mouth, swallow it all..." She gave a moan, and started milking me into her mouth, and I burst out, spurt after spurt.

Almost instantly, her expression faded away to blankness, and her movements slowed. She kept just the head in her mouth, and kept gently milking it, but her eyes were once again wide and empty. I shuddered, my last burst filling her mouth; I could see her swallow it down. Her hands fell to her side.

"Now, Kayleigh, lick my balls."

"OK," she murmured after releasing my cock. Her tongue slid out and around my balls, worshipping them. I watched, stroking myself.

"You love to suck my cock."

"I love to suck your cock," she mouthed through her ministrations.

"You love to swallow my cum."

"I love to swallow your cum."

"You love the way my cum tastes."

"I love the way your cum tastes."

I had her repeat that until she started to wake up. She blinked up at me, and kept licking for a while, smiling broadly.

She dropped the robe, and turned around, offer her ass up to me. She spread her legs. I could see the condoms waiting on top of the TV.

We fucked, and we fucked, and we fucked. Kayleigh had always been near-insatiable, and the incredibly blowjob combined with the strange circumstances had made me as hard as a rock. But I paced myself, and held back the orgasm; my experiment needed to continue.

She was on her back, her legs wrapped around me, as I pumped into her. "There's something I want," I whispered.

"I don't do anal," she replied, giggling.

I stroked hard in reply, once. "Not that! I want to come on your tits."

She grinned. "I'd like that, too."

I slid out, and she knelt up. She lifted her boobs; they spilled out and around, full and heavy. I stood above her, masturbating, condom shed.

"If you don't hit my boobs, at least come in my mouth..." she said, opening her lips wide. Fortunately, with tits that size, aiming was not a problem; I burst out, and deposited load after load on her tits. She smiled, and with her eyes never leaving mine, she slid her tits up and mouth down, and started licking the cum off of them. I watched.

After the first lick, a look of confusion spread across her face, and then blankness. She kept licking, slowly, until all of the cum was gone, and then let her tits fall with a very attractive shudder.

I was pleased to see that my cum didn't actually have to come out of my cock immediately to have this effect; I wondered how long it would last out of body, but for now, I had something else to take care of. I knelt down in front of her, and started playing with her tits.

"You love to fuck me."

"I love to fuck you."

"You'll fuck me anytime I want."

"I'll fuck you anytime you want."

"You'll do anything I want, anytime, anywhere."

"I'll do anything you want, anytime, anywhere."

"Anything, anytime, anywhere."

She gave a moan as an orgasm shuddered through her. "Anything, anytime, anywhere."

She woke up repeating it. She smiled, and reached up to fondle her tits. "Did you like?"

"Wow," I said. "I liked." I leaned over and kissed her. She reached down and started playing with my cock again.

I sighed. "I really have to get home. I'm sorry."

She looked crushed. "Right now? I'm still..." She reached back between her legs.

"I'm sorry."

Her turn to sigh. "Date-time with Meagan?"

I nodded.

She smiled, albeit sourly. "Us other women have a hard life. See you at work tomorrow?"

I stood, picking up my jeans, as she pulled herself onto the couch. "See you." I had plans for work tomorrow. I gave her a long kiss goodbye.

I got back to my apartment just as my cell rung.

"Hi, love!"

"Hi. What are you wearing?" I said, settling down.

"Absolutely nothing."

"And what are you doing?"

"Lying all alone in bed touching myself."

"That sounds like fun."

"Not as much fun as you doing it."

I could hear her soft breathing. I reached into my open jeans.

"What did you do today?"

"Took my stupid kid sister shopping for clothes. She has the worst taste in the world."

"I'm sorry."

"I never thought I'd get so old so fast. When did dressing like a crack whore become fashionable?"

"I like the way you dress."

"You're sweet, but you seem to like it better when I'm not dressed."

"That's true."

"What did you do this evening?"

"Hung out with Kayleigh?"

"'Hang out' is right."

"Ouch!"

"Well, it is the first thing people notice about her."

"You're not shabby in that department, either."

"I'm glad you think so! Kayleigh and my sis are the only two people I've met that make me feel like a ballerina up top."

"No complaints from me."

"I'm glad!"

"Let's not talk about other women's tits, though; let's talk about yours."

"How about we talk about your cock between them? That was a lot of fun."

It was well after midnight before I got to bed. My cell bill for the month was going to be outrageous.

We had three people on shift this time: Kayleigh, Josh, and me. Josh was a very cool guy, friendly and fun. He was also the buyer, and knew more about music than any ten people put together. Thin, tall, long dark hair, scraggly beard, piecing blue eyes, he bore no small resemblance to a black velvet painting of Jesus. I had always wondered why he and Kayleigh had never gone out; he certainly seemed her type, but maybe he wasn't up for the Extra for Experts course in relationships.

Kayleigh seemed subdued. She was friendly and flirty enough with me, but she was quiet and introverted, at least for her. By the middle of the afternoon, she hadn't made even one acerbic comment to me, which was completely unlike her.

At one point, Josh ran off to grab lunch, and the store was empty. I put my hand on her back. She turned to me, and cocked her head.

"You OK, K'?"

She nodded. "I'm fine."

"You seem... I dunno, quiet today."

"Just thinking."

"About?" I started rubbing her shoulders, and she leaned back into it.

"You. Me. Us. Meagan."

"Hm?"

"Well, you fly off to meet her folks, when, day after tomorrow?"

"Right."

"And then you two come back together."

"Her horrible kid sister in tow, yes."

"So, what happens to us, then?"

I thought for a moment. "What would you like to happen?"

She turned the chair around to me. "I'd like to keep seeing you. But Meagan would kill me."

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Of course I won't! But she'll find out. She may be blonde, but she's not stupid."

"And cheating isn't right, anyway."

She shrugged. "Ethics are for losers. But I don't want to deal with her trying to kill my pet rabbit."

"You don't own a pet rabbit."

"She'd buy one for me, just to kill it."

I leaned down to kiss her. She responded, her whole body leaning into it.

"I'll talk to Meagan. We'll find a way to make it work," I said, without much conviction.

She said, softly, "I'd like that very much." She turned around as the door chime rang.

Later that afternoon, I was in back, unpacking boxes of CDs. Big delivery day for UPS. Kayleigh stuck her head in.

"New Coelacanth in?"

I looked at the paperwork. "Yeah. I haven't gotten to that box yet, though."

She closed the door behind her, and came over; I felt her breast press against my arm.

I turned to her. She looked up at me. "Josh out front?" She nodded.

I smiled. "Kneel down."

She blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Drop."

She gave a little shudder, and looked at the door. Suddenly, I could see her nipples through her bra and t-shirt. "Are you trying to get us both fired?"

"He won't come back here and leave the floor empty."

"You really do have an effect on me," she said, and knelt down carefully on the concrete floor. She looked up. "OK, now what?"

I unzipped, and fished my cock out. Her eyes glommed onto it. I started stroking it. She leaned forward, her eyes still on me. I shook my head. "Just stay there. I want to come in your mouth."

"I'll help..." she said, leaning forward again.

I reached down and stroked her hair. "No, just let me."

She watched my cock as I stroked it, faster and faster. I could see that she was getting pretty turned on, too; her cheeks flushed, her hips started grinding.

I could feel myself getting close. "I'm almost there..." Her mouth popped open, wide, and wrapped around the head of my cock. "Ready?" She nodded wordlessly. A second later, I came, and her mouth closed down gently over the head... and her eyes went empty. I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"Now, Kayleigh, you'll do anything I want."

"I'll do anything you want."

"You can't say no to me."

"I can't say no to you."

"You'll let me fuck you any way I want."

"I'll let you fuck me any way I want."

I smiled, and stared down into her blank face. "Your cunt is mine."

"My cunt is yours."

"Your tits are mine."

"My tits are yours."

"Your mouth is mine."

"My mouth is yours."

"You'll do anything I want, no matter what."

"I'll do anything you want, no matter what."

"You can't say no."

"I can't say no."

"Anything, anytime, anywhere."

"Anything, anytime, anywhere."

She was still repeating, "Anything, anytime, anywhere" when she woke up. "Wow. I've never done anything like that before," she said, as I offered her a hand up.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "That was great."

"You know, that wasn't exactly a female-empowering experience."

"Um, sorry, I guess."

"You should be! I'm really backsliding on this overthrowing the patriarchy thing."

I paused, and my face must have shown my confusion. She giggled, and opened her mouth, throwing back her head. "Come in my mouth anytime you want, you moron. If you've started taking me seriously, you're in big trouble." She smiled, and walked towards the door. She turned, looked around, and walked back to me. "Oh," she whispered. "One more thing."

"Yes?"

"I love you, you sexist creep." With a big smile, she turned and ran out of the back room. I watched her go, and turned back to the paperwork, grinning.

That night, Kayleigh was sitting in my lap, wrapped around me; I was sitting up, and my cock was resting inside of her. We were grinding together slowly. She hadn't "gone under" yet; she'd gone down on me, but I stopped her (with some disappointment on her part) before I came in her mouth. The sex was different, tonight. Less frantic, but more passionate; slower, but somehow more intense. Love-making, not just fucking.

"What is about you?" she whispered in my ear.

"Hm?"

"I've never felt this way about anyone. I have the worst crush on you. I've never told anyone I loved them before."

"It's just the sex."

"The sex is awfully damn good," she agreed. "But it's more than that. I'm getting obsessed by you."

She leaned back, her boobs wandering around magnificently. She slowly ground her hips into me. I watched. "Is that a bad thing, being obsessed?" I asked.

"Dunno. I'm really going to miss you when you're off at Meagan's."

"We can talk on the phone."

"Oh, Meagan will love that."

"I'll find time."

She closed her eyes. "I hope so. There's always e-mail."

No conversation for a while.

"K', you're on the Pill, right?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes not opening.

"I'd like to fuck you bareback," I said, my heart in my throat.

Her eyes snapped wide. A long pause. "I've never done that."

"Neither have I. With anyone. I'd like to with you, though."

She stared at me, her eyes full of emotion. I could see the gears turning in her head.

"I... I never thought I would," she said, finally.

"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked.

She slowly lifted herself off of me, and reached down to my cock. She slid one fingernail under the condom, pulled it off, and tossed it into the trash. She lay back in front of me, and slid a finger along her wet pussy. Staring at the ceiling, she said, "With you, it's always a 'yes.' My cunt's all yours."

I slid between her legs, and into her. It was amazing; sex with condoms was great, but this was incredible, a whole new kind of sex. She gave a cry as she came, and her fingers clawed into my back.

She looked up at me, her eyes moist as I fucked her as fast as I could. "Keep me?" she asked. I just nodded.

A few minutes later, I was doing her from behind. I could feel myself getting close, and I was ready to find out if my next theory was true.

"K'... I'm getting ready... I want to come inside you..."

"Yes... yes... do it... fill me up... fill my virgin cunt with your cum." I knew what she meant; she'd never actually had a guy inside her without a condom before. She started to shudder with another orgasm. "I'm yours... my cunt's yours... all yours... fuck me... use me..." I couldn't hold back, and burst into her. She shuddered... and then relaxed. I could see her face, turned to one side, vacant.

My theory was, apparently, correct; it was contact with any mucus membrane, not just the mouth, that did it. I slowed down, and waited for a moment. She kept staring.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes..."

"Repeat after me."

"OK."

"You will obey me."

"I'll obey you."

"You'll do anything I want."

"I'll do anything you want."

"You belong to me."

"I belong to you."

"I own you."

"You own me."

Until she woke up, I had her repeat that. She slowly blinked awake, and her hips sank onto the bed. "Oh god... oh god... oh god..." she moaned, her eyes closed.

I stroked her back. "Are you OK?"

"That was... that was incredible. It's like you make my soul come. I've... oh god... I feel like you own me now. Like you marked me. Or at least my twat."

I slid next to her, face to face. "That's... pretty intense, K'."

"That was pretty intense."

I tried to act surprised. "Um, K'... are you sure this is where you want this to go?"

"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do."

"Um, but what about Meagan?"

She leaned over and kissed me, our tongues dancing. "It's your job to square me with her, cutie. Maybe you can try, 'Hey, Meagan, I picked up a new hobby while you were out of town.'" She reached down to my cock. "You'd better have enough for both of us, though."

At work the next day, we didn't actually talk about anything that had happened at work, except once in mid-afternoon. I came up behind her, and she reached down, picked up my hands, and pressed them into her breasts; thank god Josh had his back to us, and no customers were looking our way. "Tonight?" she asked, in a whisper; I whispered "nine" back. I had to close; she left about five.

At 9pm on the dot, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and Kayleigh was there, wearing her robe, smiling shyly. "May I come in?" she asked. I just nodded, and she walked past me. When she reached the couch, she dropped the robe. She was wearing a black corset, stockings, and heels. The corset made her already-amazing figure look like that of an anime girl; enormous boobs, tiny waist, firm hips. Her eyes looked even bigger, the green phosphorescent.

"You look amazing," I finally managed.

"I'm glad you like it; I thought you might," she said, turning in place. She looked radiantly happy. I could also tell that she was very turned on; her thighs were damp.

I came over, and sat down on the couch; she cuddled up to me. We necked. I slowly fingered her. Finally, I couldn't wait anymore. "I'd like you to go down on me, Kayleigh."

"You don't have to ask twice," she whispered back, and undid my fly. She tried bending over, but the corset wasn't going to let her; with a wry smile, she slid down onto her knees in front of me. Just as her mouth touched the tip of my cock... my cell phone rang. Meagan. She and I had a phone date scheduled.

It rang again. Kayleigh ignored it, and kept on working. I thought for a moment, then picked it up. Her eyes flicked up to me, but then turned back down as she took the head of my cock in her mouth.

"Hi, love!"

"Uh, hi, love... how are you?"

"I'm so horny I'm going to explode. I can't wait until you show up tomorrow."

"Uh, me... too..."

"Are you OK? You sound distracted."

I stared down at Kayleigh. She looked up, but kept sucking.

"No, no, I'm fine. How was your day?"

"Fine. Brat sister not around, no parents. And you know what that means?"

"Uh, what?"

"I could break out the vibrator."

Kayleigh was tonguing my balls, stroking the shaft with her hand. I pushed the mute button. "You can play with yourself, if you want." She nodded, and the other hand dropped between her legs. I unmuted and said, "That sounds like fun."

"Oh, yeah. I spent most of the afternoon masturbating."

"Horny Meagan?"

"A Meagan who misses her boyfriend. Eat me out when you come over?"

"With pleasure. Repeatedly."

"I'll suck your cock if you do."

"You'll do that anyway, right?"

I looked down as my cock slid between Kayleigh's lips.

"Well... yeah, I'll suck your cock. You can even come in my mouth if you want."

"I love it when I come in your mouth."

Kayleigh nodded at that.

"If you were here right now, you'd get your chance to."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, first, I'd slowly run my tongue down your throat, and over your nipples. I know you like that."

"Uh, huh."

"And then, down to your thighs, and nibbling up the inside."

Kayleigh gave a soft moan as she came. I could feel the vibrations through my cock.

"And then, slowly slide my tongue over those yummy balls of yours, watching you get hard."

"Oh, I love that."

Kayleigh smiled.

"I know you do. And then, just run my lips up and down your shaft, licking right under the base of the head."

"You're going to drive me crazy!" Having Kayleigh blow me while Meagan gave me phone sex certainly was; it was the closest I'd ever come to having two women in bed at the same time.

"Then, I just lever the head into my mouth and run my tongue around and around and around..."

"You're going to make me come doing this, you know."

Kayleigh started speeding up.

"I hope so! That's the idea. Do you know what I'm doing right now?"

"Tell me."

"I'm lying on the bed, naked. I'm slowly stroking my pussy lips, with my legs spread wide."

"That's so hot."

"Anyway, then, I slowly slide you into my mouth, deeper, deeper..."

"All the way down?"

Kayleigh slowly swallowed me, completely.

"I'll have to work up to that, but I'll get there. Then back out, and back in, and back out... soon, I'm sucking you down with long, fast strokes."

"Oh, god..."

"I'm looking up at you, and I know you're getting close, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes... I'm getting so close..." I was.

"And I want that cum in my mouth so badly. I keep it up, stroking your balls with my fingers, gently milking them... you're getting closer... closer..."

"Closer..." Kayleigh moaned, and started seriously mouth-fucking me.

"That's right, love, my mouth is right here for you... come in my mouth... come... please... come in my mouth..."

I cried out, and started coming, and coming. I watched Kayleigh blank out as Meagan cried out with an orgasm on the other end of the phone.

"I'll be right back... I need to clean up a bit," I said into the phone.

"I'll be here," Meagan said, still panting.

Mute on, I looked down at Kayleigh, and stroked her hair. My cock was still in her mouth. I put the phone down.

"You love my cock."

"I love your cock."

"You need my cock."

"I need your cock."

"Your huge boobs are mine."

"My huge boobs are yours." Really, I just wanted to hear her say that.

"Your cunt is mine."

"My cunt is yours."

"Hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."

She slowly rolled onto her back, then over, and then lifted her ass into the air. I slid off of the couch, and teased her cunt with my cock. I slid in, to just a soft gasp. I picked up the phone and unmuted it.

"Still there, love?" I asked. I started slowly fucking Kayleigh as I spoke, my right hand on her hip.

"Oh, yes. Did you like that?"

"More than I can say." I could feel Kayleigh's cunt clenching down on my naked cock.

"I can hardly wait to get there so we can do it in person."

I could see Kayleigh waking up; she gave a stifled moan.

"You're OK getting to the airport tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think Kayleigh's going to drive me." She nodded as I fucked her.

"How's she doing?"

"Kayleigh? Just fine." Kayleigh nodded again, a bit more vigorously.

A yawn came over the phone. "I better get to sleep. Call me from the airport?"

"Sure! I love you."

"I love you, too. G'night."

"G'night." I folded up the phone and put it down. I took her hips in both hands, and started speeding up. "Ready for me to come in your hot shaved twat?"

Kayleigh groaned, and pushed back. "Oh, god, yes!"

I did. She dropped into her trance like a rock.

I slowly withdrew, and patted her ass. Looking at it, I had an idea.

"Kayleigh, your ass is mine."

"My ass is yours."

"You want me to fuck you up the ass."

"I want you to... uh... fuck me up the ass."

"That's right. While I'm going, you're going to practice with toys up the ass, to get ready for me."

"I'm going to practice with toys up the ass, to get ready for me."

"You want to give your ass up to me."

"I want to give your ass up to you."

A few repetitions later, she was awake, cuddled up in my lap.

"That was great," I said, nuzzling her.

"I'm glad you liked it," she replied, slowly kissing my neck.

"While I'm gone, I want you to do something for me."

"OK... what?"

"I want you to get some butt plugs, and starts practicing getting fucked up the ass."

Shudder. "Um... OK."

"And you know why?"

"Um, I can guess."

"I bet you can. I want to fuck you up the ass. No one's ever done that to you, have they?"

"Fingers."

"Never a cock?"

I could feel her pussy getting wet against my thigh. "Never. But I guess there's a first time for everything." She reached down and started playing with herself. "What is it about you? I'm running out of virginities. I hope you won't get bored with me."

"I can't imagine that."

"That's good, because I'd have to kill you if you dumped me." I wasn't sure that was an idle threat.

I changed the subject. "Oh, and you will drive me to the airport tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Yeah, although next time, maybe ask me while you're not having phone sex with your other girlfriend." She cuddled closer to me. "Um..."

"Hm?"

"Well, I was wondering..."

"If you'd like to spend the night, I'd like that, too."

She gave me a quick kiss. "You're psychic. I'll be right back."

I made a quizzical noise as she got out of bed. "Toothbrush. Don't worry, I'm not moving in. I may have decided to be your mistress, but I still don't like commitment."

We both laughed as she pulled her robe on.



I had to assume that the flight attendants wouldn't like it if I just masturbated on the airplane. This was disappointing, since I very much wanted to. Just thinking back on the morning was enough to get me hard again.

I woke up at 7am with Kayleigh's mouth on my cock. This was not, needless to say, a bad way to wake up. I looked down; she looked up, disengaged, and grinned. "Took you long enough. I was starting to feel that I'd lost my touch." Her mouth returned to its work. I've never been much for morning sex, but I was perfectly happy to be pleasured while I lounged in bed.

However, she had other ideas.

A few minutes later, I was tit-fucking her; I realized I hadn't done that since we'd gotten back together, and tit-fucking Kayleigh is an experienced not to be missed. I'm not huge, but I like to think I'm of a reasonable size, but I vanished completely into her deep cleavage. The biggest problem is that her lubed-up boobs keep slipping out of her hands, just from the size.

And, finally, very traditional fucking, me on top of her, slowly grinding in and out, in and out. She just let it happen, her pussy slowly clenching down on me as I pushed in. We didn't say a word, except for the occasional moan and groan.

After one particularly good orgasm of hers, I stopped, and slowly pulled out. She looked up with surprised.

"What? You didn't come and not tell me, did you?" she asked, her mouth a little pout of disappointment.

"I'm saving it for something special."

Her hand was already between her legs. "It better be awfully special. I want you to come in me before you leave."

I leaned out of bed into my bag, and came up with my Palm. I turned it on, and turned it towards her. "Something to remember you by," I said.

She squeaked, and wrapped her arms around her chest. "Stop that! I'm not decent." She could see the lens of built-in camera on the back of it.

I looked at her image on the screen. "That's exactly it. I want some fun pictures to take with me."

She crossed her legs. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"You look wonderful."

"Meagan will find them."

"Meagan does not go spelunking in my Palm."

I could see that she was thinking about it. "You're sure? For your eyes only?"

"Promise. Cross my heart."

"Ooooohkaaaaay." She look a deep breath, and dropped her arms. "How do you want me?"

I grinned, and pushed the "capture" button on the screen. "That'll be good to start. Now, let's see what else we can do..."

For the next half-hour, we had a great time:

Kayleigh sitting up in bed.

Kayleigh in bed, leaning against the headboard, legs spread.

Kayleigh in bed, legs spread, playing with her herself.

Sitting in a chair, legs apart.

Sitting in a chair, leaning far forward, her tits between her legs.

On her hands and knees, dangling her tits.

On her hands and knees, from behind, her wet pussy and huge boobs both visible.

Lifting her ass to me, my cock sliding into her.

Kneeling in front of me, mouth around my cock.

Kneeling in front of me, hefting her tits up.

Her head back as I came all over her boobs, a huge smile.

A huge smile as she started licking the cum off her boobs.

And that wonderful blank expression, as she licked every last drop up.

I was very glad I had gotten the 1 gig extra memory card for the Palm.

I kneeled down in front of her, and played with her slick boobs as I looked into her huge, blank, emerald-green eyes.

"Kayleigh, I want to you to listen carefully to me."

"OK..."

"You love being my lover."

"I love being your lover."

"You want me to fuck you up the ass."

"I want you to fuck me up the ass."

"You love the idea of my taking you in the ass."

"I love the idea of you taking me in the ass."

"That's great." I sat up on the bed. "Lick my balls."

She turned and leaned forward, her mouth opening. Click, click, as her tongue danced over them. She blinked awake after a couple of minutes. "So, about that orgasm in my pussy...?" she asked between licks. I was already hard enough to oblige.

With a nod from me, she rolled back onto her hands and knees, offering herself up to me. Click. She turned around and smiled. "Don't you have enough already?"

"I'll be gone a full week."

"It'll be hot thinking of you masturbating to those."

"It'll be hot doing it."

I slid into her, and she dropped her head down to the floor, and fucked back. I came in almost no time, and, of course, she dropped again.

I needed to do something to start getting the relationship situation back under control. I wasn't sure what did and didn't take while she was in this weird cum-induced trance, but I thought it was worth a try.

"You don't mind that I'm still with Meagan."

"I don't mind that you're still with Meagan."

"You like the idea of my being involved with both of you."

"I like the idea of you being involved with both of us."

"It doesn't matter how many girls I date."

"It doesn't matter how many girls you date."

"It doesn't matter how many girls I'm fucking."

"It doesn't matter how many girls you're fucking."

"You'll be ready to fuck me anytime I want."

"I'll be ready to fuck you anytime I want."

Repeat, repeat. And with a murmur of "your slut..." on her lips, she woke up. I was still stroking in and out of her, slowly.

"God... god, god, god. I cannot believe what a good fuck you are," she said, collapsing onto her stomach.

I rolled next to her, and kissed her. "I'm glad you think so. I hope this means I'll be welcome back between your legs."

"Anytime you want. And maybe someplace else by the time you get back." She lifted her ass and wiggled it.

"You're taking to that idea."

"Hey, if I'm going to be the complete slut for you, why hold back on something so small as being done up the butt?" She rolled onto her back, her boobs making living theatre as she did so. She looked over at the clock. "We better get you to the airport."

I stood up, unsteadily. "I'll be back." I offered her a hand up.

"You better be. I'm going to be ready to spontaneously combust." She giggled. "And sometime, I expect you to take a phone sex call from me while Meagan sucks your dick."

I grinned. "I'll see what I can do."

So, what had I learned from my experiment? My cum affected women besides Meagan. It didn't matter if I came in her mouth or pussy. The cum didn't have to come straight out of my dick. It seemed to put her into some kind of trance for about five minutes, during which she was incredibly suggestible. She didn't remember what happened while she was in this trance, but she didn't seem to think that it was weird that she blanked out for a while.

But I still wasn't sure how far I could go with this "reprogramming." Kayleigh seemed to fall for me pretty hard, and was willing to let me fuck her without a condom, but I still wasn't sure what I could or couldn't get a woman to do.

I pulled out my Palm, and flicked through the photos of Kayleigh. I could certainly get her to do this, and even with its terrible camera, they were pretty hot. I turned it off; that wasn't going to help my sexual frustration.

As I walked out of security, Meagan was waiting for me. She waved at me across the top of the crowd. She looked great, radiant even. She waved, and walked towards me, a bit unsteadily. As she came around the crowd, I saw why: she was wearing her usual white tank top and bra, and... a bright red miniskirt, and bright red heels. Obviously, some of my previous suggestions were still working.

I had forgotten how lovely she was. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her cute face was made even cuter by being happy to see me. She looked great, fresh and blonde and slender and busty and hot.

She staggered into my arms; we kissed for a long, long time. She finally whispered into my ear, "Damn, these things are hard to walk in. I love you. I'm so glad you're here."

"Me, too." I was awfully glad to see her, and I was sure she could tell; I was barely decent in front, I was so horny.

We worked our way out of the crowd, and she stepped back. "So, how do I look?"

"Incredible! Thank you for dressing up for me." Although she was tarted up, she still looked like an innocent girl playing dress-up, not a streetwalker. I hate to admit an unworthy thought, at this point, but I caught myself thinking that her breasts seemed small, now, compared to Kayleigh's gigantic rack. Considering that Meagan wore a D-cup, that was a pretty wild idea.

She grinned. "Well, I wanted to welcome you properly." She slipped out of the heels, and reached into her bag for a pair of sneakers. "Sorry, but I'll kill myself if I stay in these much longer." I watched as she put them on; she wasn't wearing panties. Yum.

She stood up; I put my arm around her, and we walked out to the parking lot. As she unlocked the car, she said, "We need to get home fast."

"OK. Uh, why?"

"We have three hours until Brigid gets home."

"House empty until then?"

"Completely."

We got in, and I slid a hand up her thigh. She spread her legs. Wet. "Well," I said, "how fast does this thing go?"

"My car or my pussy?" she asked.

I laughed. "I know about the pussy."

It only took her 15 minutes to get home, and I was sure she lived at least 20 miles from the airport.

Even as horny as I was, I felt somehow inhibited about just having Meagan blow me first thing. I had spent a while with Kayleigh, and I wanted to get reacquainted with Meagan's body. And, I had to remind myself, Meagan was a very different lay than Kayleigh, and Meagan and I still were not actually fucking yet.

Still, she and I had the urgency that only two young lovers can have, and within minutes of getting home, clothes had been abandoned, and we were 69'ing as if we were starving. She was on top. Her pussy still tasted incredible, and she seemed to have lost none of her enthusiasm for sucking me. My hands played with her breasts as she ran her mouth around the head of my cock. I really was a fortunate man to have such a gorgeous, hot girlfriend, coitus or no.

I needed to make plans. We had three days here before we left on the road trip, then four days on the road before we got back. I had to figure out a way to get the Meagan/Kayleigh situation under control before then, and I had another important project to work on with Meagan, too.

And, soon, I could feel myself building up; my moans into her pussy and my tongue on my clit were encouraging her.

"Love?" she managed through licks.

"Hm?"

"I want you to come in my mouth." Lick, lick. "I've missed that so badly."

I redoubled my efforts, and was rewarded by her doing the same, rapidly pumping me in and out of her mouth... and that was, in return, rewarded by my sudden orgasm. With all of the anticipation, I felt as though I must have unloaded gallons into her mouth, but I didn't feel her spill a drop.

I waited. I could feel her slowly tonguing me, up and down, up and down.

"Meagan?"

"Hm?"

"Are you doing OK?"

"Mm-hm."

Deep under. I thought about having her dismount, but I wasn't sure how she'd react to being a radically new position when she woke up. Anyway, I was still enjoying licking her pussy.

"You love to swallow my cum, don't you?"

"Uh-huh. I love to swallow your cum."

"You'll suck my cock and swallow anytime I want."

"I'll suck your cock and swallow anytime you want."

My previous suggestions seemed to still be working, but the reinforcement couldn't hurt, I figured.

"You can't say no to me."

"I can't say no to you."

"You love being my slut."

"I love being your slut."

So far, so good, but I needed to figure out a way around her reluctance to give her virginity up to me. I had to be clever, since "having sex" or "fucking" were just things we'd already done, to her. I decided that I needed to be as literal as possible.

"You fantasize about my cock in your pussy."

"I... uh... I... fantasize..." She sounded reluctant, like she didn't quite understand what I was telling her. Her resistance to getting fucked must have run very deep. I started punctuating my commands with slow licks up and down her labia.

"You fantasize about my cock in your pussy."

"I fantasize about your cock in..."

"You want my cock in your pussy."

"I want your cock in my pppp..."

"You want to be fucked in the cunt."

"I want to be fucked in the... in the..."

"You want to be fucked in the cunt."

"I want to be fucked in the ... cunt..."

Lick, lick.

"You want to be fucked in the cunt."

"I want to be fucked in the cunt."

"You need to be fucked in the cunt."

"I need to be fucked in the cunt."

"You want me to take your virginity."

"I want... I want... uh... I want you..."

Lick, lick. She wiggled her ass in response.

"You want me to take your virginity."

"I want you to take my... my... virginity..." She gave a little moan as she said it, although I wasn't quite sure if it was pleasure or something else.

"You want me to fuck you in your cunt."

"I want you to fuck me in your cunt."

Repeat, repeat. The load I shot into her mouth must have been bigger than usual, since it took nearly ten minutes before she woke up. She gave my cock a fond kiss, and rolled off of me. I cuddled up to her.

"I needed that," she said.

"Me, too."

She cuddled close, and we said nothing for a while.

"Does it bother you we don't, you know..." she asked, uncertainly.

"Not a lot. It's something I'd like to do sometime."

"I just... I don't know. I was brought up believing that a good girl would never, ever, you know, give it up before getting married." She laughed. "My mother probably doesn't like the idea of me giving up after marriage." She reached down to stroke my cock. "I love everything we do, and I like the idea of, you know, fucking like fucking usually means, but..."

I nuzzled her. "It's OK."

She shrugged, and closed her eyes. "Every time I think about actually doing it, I feel like a complete whore. Or I feel like I would feel like one if I did it." She looked at me, her eyes huge and very blue. "I'm so messed up."

I stroked her. "We'll figure it out. In the meantime, you give great head."

She giggled. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I was disappointed that my suggestions hadn't exactly popped her legs open, so to speak. But what she said had also given me a plan.

We cuddled for a few more minutes. She looked at the clock, and gasped. "Shit. Everyone will be home soon. I need a shower." She raced off.

As I gathered my clothes, I thought about the schedule. It was Monday. Wednesday morning, we started off back to school. We were supposed to arrive on Sunday, so her sister could move into the dorm on Monday.

As I finished getting dressed, I saw I had an SMS on my cell.

1/4" butt plug up my ass right now. K.

Certainly, some of my plans were going right.

Just as Meagan finished dressing, I heard the front door open downstairs, and voices. My gut clenched up, a bit. It was silly, of course, but meeting your girlfriend's parents for the first time is always a nerve-wracking experience... especially if you'd just finished having sex with her, and then getting a smutty text message from your other girlfriend. Meagan raced ahead, and I heard her saying hello to her folks. I couldn't politely wait, so down I came.

I didn't know much about her parents. Her father was retired, her mother was a housewife, and they lived in a nice little suburban house. They were both Irish, immigrated years ago.

When I appeared at the bottom of the stairs, Meagan raced over and grabbed my hand. I did my best to smile pleasantly.

"I'd like you to meet my father Liam..." Her father was tall, thin, blonde, blue-eyed, very Nordic. Chiseled face. Very handsome, a man with whom people did not argue. He was looking at me with a look of not particularly friendly appraisal. So, I imagined him thinking, you're the one who wants to deflower my beautiful daughter? "... and my mother Mary ..." Short, round, blonde, blue eyed, pretty in a late-middle-aged sort of way. Huge smile. Thank god, she seemed to be thinking, he's not a biker.

"And Brigid is being antisocial," she finished, looking down the hall and rolling her eyes.

Liam was already herding us into the living room. "Now, young man, I have just one question for you," he said.

"Ah, yes, sir?" I managed. Oh, great, I thought; they probably know just what's been going on. Maybe they're friends of Kayleigh's parents, and...

"What do you drink?" he asked, with the gravity of a man asking if I understood the charges against me.

My brain spun. My one summer working a bartender came back to me. "Um, single malt, usually."

"On the rocks?"

I winced. "No, neat."

"What's your favorite?"

"Lephroaig, I suppose."

He looked over at Meagan, who had been following this conversation with something approaching panic in her eyes. "Right, then," he said, laughing, his face changing to that of a man who has spent his whole life happy, and sees no reason to change now. "When's the wedding, Meg?"

Mary slapped Liam's arm. "You are terrible!" she said, without much conviction. Meagan visibly relaxed. Liam was already pouring.

To my delight and astonishment, and Meagan's as well, her parents and I got along great. I had no idea that Liam was, to put it mildly, loaded; he had already started and sold something like eight companies. He didn't sneer at my working in a record store; quite the opposite. "You've got to do what you want, especially when you're young, don't you? They'll be time enough for struggling once you're out of school." Mary just seemed happy that Meagan was happy, and handled the polite inquiries intended to make sureparents were not crack addicts or incarcerated, or both. Fortunately, I could pass that one, too. Meagan had wandered off, probably by arrangement, so they could interrogate me alone.

Just as he poured another round (my second, his fourth), a young woman's voice behind me squealed, "Ooo, leap-frog! Can I have some?"

I turned, and froze. No, really, I suddenly felt I couldn't move.

Brigid was standing in the living room door. No question that she was Meagan's sister: same hair (a bit blonder), same eyes (a big larger), same mouth (if a bit fuller, redder), same nose (if more than a bit cuter). In fact, while it wasn't possible to say in what way she looked different from Meagan, somehow, the same features were subtly rearranged from being cute to being drop-dead, knock-out gorgeous. I felt like my eyes were being sucked out of my head. Trying to avoid staring at her, I looked down.

Mistake, although a well-rewarded one. She was wearing a white silk camisole top with red trim, and her breasts... well, they were not as big as Kayleigh's, I had to admit, but they were much bigger than Meagan's, and seemed to almost float in position. Acres of smooth, perfect pale cleavage, a small gold flower-design pendant between them for completely gratuitous emphasis. Tiny waist. Long legs. Oh, my god. I started getting hard.

Thank god, she wasn't looking at me, but at her father, who had just put down another glass.

"Liam," Mary said, "she shouldn't be drinking."

Liam shrugged. "She's an adult, now."

Brigid walked over, bouncing a bit, and picked up the glass. "I promise I'll be good, mum." Unlike her sister, she had a trace of her parents' accent. She lifted the glass, took a sip, and turned towards me. I stood, quickly.

"You must be Meagan's boyfriend. I'm Brigid." She shifted the glass to her left hand, and extended her right one. I took it. Her skin was smooth, soft, silken. I tried not to stare at her tits, so I stared into her eyes, which were damn near as alluring. She smelled like flowers and sunlight on skin.

"Pleased, ah, to meet you," I managed.

"Pleased to meet you, too," she said, and swallowed the rest of her drink with a gulp. "Thank you, da," she said, handing the glass back. "I better keep packing." She bounced out. She had a perfect ass, too.

Mary's voice behind me said, "She's a good girl, just not as level-headed as Meagan."

I turned back and sat down, hoping that my erection was not too visible. "Don't worry, ma'am," I said. "I'll be fine."

I had hoped to be able to work of some of this sudden tension with Meagan, but she made it clear, lovingly but firmly, that anything except chaste kisses were out of the question while anyone else was in the house, no exceptions. And, further more, on the drive back, three rooms. This trip was not going to be the non-stop fuckfest I had hoped for, and it definitely wasn't going to be a chance to persuade Meagan, through the use of my cum or otherwise, that it was OK I had this busty brunette mistress back at college.

Fortunately, masturbation is something I had a lot of practice at, and Kayleigh was doing her part.

From: specialkay@...



To: ...

Subject: My ass.

Hi, love. I'm up to 1/2". What can I say? I'm an overachiever. How big around are you, anyway? I need to know what I'm aiming for.

Hope you are screwing the blonde chick senseless. If you aren't, she really doesn't know what she's missing, now.

Bring your cock back to me soon, so I don't have to fly out there and bring it myself.

Love and blowjobs,

K I closed the laptop, got out my Palm, and snuck off to the hall bathroom. I popped it open, scrolled to some of the pictures of Kayleigh, and started playing with myself. In short order, I had my eyes closed, and my fantasy of Kayleigh blowing me had been replaced by Brigid using those incredible lips of hers on me, as her big blue eyes looked up. Almost instantly, I was getting close, and I knew what would happen when I came in her hot little mouth...

I stopped, without finishing. I thought. I looked around the guest bathroom; there were a few of those little bottles you get in hotels with bath gel, shampoo, whatever. I pulled my pants back up, got a couple, dumped the contents, and washed them clean. Washing out a plastic soap dish, too, I came into it, careful not to spill any, and filled two bottles. I screwed the caps on, slid them into my pocket, pulled myself together, and left.

Next on the agenda was a shopping trip to the mall with Meagan and Brigid. This was, to put it mildly, pure agony. I don't mind shopping, but Brigid's presence meant no public displays of affection with Meagan beyond a hug or two.

And, to make matters worse, Brigid's presence meant Brigid's presence.

I tried to separate from them once we reached the mall, but Brigid insisted that Meagan and I go into Bebe with her. This resulted in me being parked in a chair outside of a dressing room, with Brigid appearing in one outfit, each one sluttier than the last. (I've always thought that Bebe's slogan should be, "Be a hooker, or just dress like one!") Brigid bought a significant chunk of them, especially the ones that Meagan particularly disapproved of. I was trying to keep from panting and drooling. Fortunately, my contribution seemed to be to make agreeable noises and to stare at Brigid's boobs, and I could not help but think that she was encouraging this. By the end, she had taken to opening the door to the dressing room before bending over, adjusting her top, shaking her tits into it, and straightening up. And smiling right at me.

Later at the food court, Brigid was shoveling something unrecognizable from Panda Express into her mouth and being lectured by her older sister

"I can't believe you're going to dress like that at school," Meagan said.

"Dress like what?"

"You know, like that," she gestured at Brigid's breasts. "You're about to fall out."

Brigid looked down. "No, I'm not. This bra is nearly crushing me."

"You look like you are."

"If I dress like you do, they look even bigger."

Meagan sat back. "I doubt that. Everyone's going to think you're a slut."

Brigid shrugged. "Let them. You're the one with the boyfriend."

I blushed. Meagan sighed. "You had like, what, four boyfriends this last year?"

"If they're going to pay for dinner, why say no?"

"I hope you say no."

"To dinner? Why?" Brigid looked at us both, innocently.

Meagan blushed bright red. Point to Brigid.

"If you come home pregnant or with VD, Mom will throw you out of the house," Meagan said, trying the frontal assault this time.

"Meg, there's this great thing called a 'condom.' They even sell them at drug stores now. I'm sure your boyfriend can tell you all about them."

"Listen, Brigid, do you know often those things fail?"

"And then there's the Pill."

"And then you get AIDS and die."

"From taking the Pill? News to me. I've been on it for..."

Meagan clapped her hands over her own ears. "I can't hear you, la la la..."

This was a conversation I'd heard once or twice before in various forms, so I excused myself to refill my drink. When I got back, they had finished the round (with a stalemate, I assumed), and were fixing their makeup. Brigid was slowly putting on bright red lipstick, running it over her lips.

Meagan growled, "Brigid, are you trying to look like a hooker?"

Brigid shrugged again, and snapped her compact closed. She turned to me, and suddenly, her accent became thick. "What do y'think? D'I look like a yoong Irish whoore?" Meagan made an exasperated noise. I shrugged, which seemed the only safe option. Brigid giggled. "Meg, really, it'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me."

In the parking lot, Brigid squealed and ran ahead to talk with some friends. Meagan slipped her arm in mind and whispered, "She's just a brat. Don't let her get to you." I nodded and smiles, but what I thought was, "Too late."

From: specialkay@...



To: ...

Subject: More about my ass.

My ass is an endlessly fascinating topic, don't you think? You better, because you're going to be hearing a lot about it.

1-1/4"? Really? OK, I have my orders then, sir. I need to find a 3/4" butt-plug to move up to. This town can be so useless sometimes in the sex toy department.

You still haven't fucked Meagan? What's it going to take, drugs? Oh, well, more for me in the meantime.

Love and blowjobs,

K She had a picture of her, bent over, showing her ass to a mirror, with an electric blue butt-plug inserted. She was holding the camera up over her head, pointed at the mirror.

Dinner that evening was more teasing agony. I was seated across from Brigid, who had changed into tight jeans and a well-filled black t-shirt. Even watching her eat was sexy; I couldn't help but think of something besides pasta sliding between those gorgeous lips of hers. She caught me staring more than once, but just smiled a dazzling smile, and went back to the conversation, never missing a beat. For an 18-year-old, she was awfully good at wrapping men around her finger; I was completely wound, myself.

Meagan, bless her, didn't seem to notice that I had just developed a huge crush on her kid sister, and was her usual charming self. She even stroked my thigh under the table, which was awfully forward for her in a situation like this.

As we all stood, Brigid stretched (I nearly had a heart attack at that), and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I hoped she hadn't pressed to hard into my front. Maybe she assumed the hard-on was due to Meagan.

And, then, each of us off to our chaste beds.

Hours later, I still couldn't sleep. Images of Brigid sucking my cock, being fucked by me from behind, even just playing with her tits while I watched danced through my head. I masturbated twice, three times (having raided the bathroom for my sampling equipment), but I was just too turned on. I looked at the clock: 11:30. Sigh. I got up, got dressed (having failed to bring either nightclothes or a robe with me), and wandered down to the living room. I'm not much of a drinker, but I thought that maybe a strong slug of something would help.

I found the Lephroaig, and poured myself a shot. Then, a voice behind me said, "Pour me one too, would you?"

I turned. It was Brigid. She was wearing a bright red robe, and white silk pajamas under it.

"Um, sure," I managed.

"Thanks. Do you want something from the kitchen?"

"Uh... no. That's OK. Thanks."

She nodded, and wandered out. I watched her ass sway under the robe.

I turned back tot he bar, grabbed a glass, and quickly polished it on my slacks. It clicked on something hard in my pocket: the vials of my cum in my pocket. I suddenly felt dizzy, and couldn't believe what I was doing, but before I could stop, one of was out, uncapped, and the contents in the glass. I dumped the whisky on top of it, and was amazed to see that it dissolved completely, the milky fluid completely gone.

Brigid wandered back in, carrying a carton of yoghurt and a spoon. I handed her the glass, and raised a toast. "To college," I managed.

She giggled, put the yoghurt down on the coffee table, and straightened up. (I did, too, at the sight.) "To college!" She drank the shot down. I watched, unable to breathe. A long pause, the glass held to her mouth, her head back. The pause went on for too long to natural.

Finally, she slowly lowered the glass. Her eyes were wide, staring and blank. Her mouth open, slightly. The hand with the empty glass floated to her side. I was ready to pass out, but I knew I had to move fast; I looked out the living room door: no one.

I came over next to her, breathing in her scent. "Brigid, can you hear me?"

"Uh, huh." Soft, sleepy, devoid of tone.

What I wanted to do was just bend her over and fuck her right there; I was certainly hard and ready to. But I knew that, from my experience with Meagan, I couldn't push anything too fast.

"That's great. Listen carefully to me."

"Listen carefully to you."

"You like me."

"I like you."

"You want to spend a lot of time with me."

"I want to spend a lot of time with you."

"You trust me completely."

"I trust you completely."

"You're very attracted to me."

A soft moan. "I'm very attracted to you."

I reached over to play with her breasts through the robe and PJs as I talked to her. Her tits were simply incredible: firm, high, and huge. She didn't reach as I touched her.

"You'll do anything I tell you to."

"I'll do anything," she moaned, her body shaking slightly, "you tell me to."

"You trust me completely."

"I trust you completely."

"You want to spend a lot of time with me."

"I want to spend a lot of time with you."

"You're very attracted to me."

"I'm... I'm... very attracted to you," she sighed.

With supreme reluctance, I released her breasts before she woke up. We were still going over the last four commands when she started to wake up.

She blinked at me and grinned. "Nothing like a quick drink to get you ready for bed?"

"I couldn't sleep, myself."

"Sleeping in a strange bed does that to me, too." She opened her robe; I could see the curve of her breast between buttons on her PJs. She retied it, carefully.

She smiled at me. I melted inside. "Right, then, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning!"

"See you," I said.

She turned at the door. "How long will the drive take?"

"Four days," I said, trying not to stammer. "Three nights."

"Three nights with you... sounds like fun," she said. "And Meagan, too, of course," she added with a giggle. She walked off, swaying. I stared at her receding ass.

I carefully put everything away, washing and drying the glasses. I walked back upstairs, and stopped when I got to Meagan's door. I was so horny I couldn't see straight, and I desperately needed something, anything to get over it. I knocked softly. "Meagan?"

"Hm?" came from behind it.

"It's me," I said, whispering.

Meagan opened the door, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was wearing her flannel pajamas. "You OK?" she asked.

"Not really. Can I...?"

"Um..." she stuck her head out. "OK, everyone's asleep."

I came in, and she quickly closed the door behind me. I hugged her.

"What is it?" she asked, concerned.

"I need you to go down on me."

She blinked. "Not in the house!"

I looked into her eyes. "I need you to suck my cock."

"C'mon, don't..." she started, but something behind her eyes was reacting to what I was saying.

"It'll be fine. I'll be absolutely quiet. But I want you to suck my cock and swallow."

She shuddered. "God, what's with me? Just you saying that is getting me wet."

I caught her eye again. "Meagan, suck my cock."

She slid down as if her knees had failed. "OK... god, I'm going to die if my parents find out I did this."

"They won't. Brigid won't. Just suck."

She unzipped me. I popped out, hard as a rock. She stared at my cock as if it were hypnotizing her.

"Promise you won't make noise when you come," she said, finally, her hands already sliding up and down my shaft.

"Promise," I said.

She licked her lips, leaned forward, and swallowed me down. In, out, in out. She closed her eyes, and soon one hand was down her pajama bottoms, playing with herself.

I closed my eyes, too, and imagined Brigid on her knees in front of me, sucking me down, just as unable to stop herself as Meagan was now. I thought about the wonderful blank expression she'd have when I came in her mouth... came... came...

I came. This was my fifth or sixth orgasm that night, and I still squirted like a hose. I looked down, and Meagan was mindlessly, gently sucking the last little bits down, staring straight ahead.

Now, time to start Plan B in laying siege to her pussy.

"Meagan, I want you to listen to me very carefully."

"Uh, huh. Listen to you."

"You want to be my whore."

She gave a little moan. "I want to be... uh... be... uh..."

"You want to be my whore."

"I want to be your..." She moaned again.

"You want to be my whore."

"I want to be your wwwwwhhhh..."

"You want to be a whore."

"I want to..." She quivered as if she was having little orgasm. "...be a whore."

"You want to be a whore."

"I want to be a whore." Her ass twitched with each line she said.

"You want to be my whore."

"I want to be your whore." Twitch.

"You're a whore."

"I'm a whore." Twitch, twitch.

"You love being a whore."

"I love being a whore.

"You need to be a whore"

"I need to be whore." She shook again, moaning.

"You want to be a complete whore."

"I want to be a complete whore."

"You're a hot, slutty little whore."

"I'm a hot, slutty little whore." She started rolling the word "whore" in her mouth, as if she'd just learned it and loved saying it.

"That's right. You're a hot little whore."

"I'm a hot little whore."

"You're a slut."

"I'm a slut."

"You can't keep your legs together."

"I can't keep my legs together." Her twitches became stronger, as if each thing I said brought her off.

"You love to spread your legs for me."

"I love to spread my legs for you." Twitch, twitch, twitch.

"That's right. You're a slutty whore."

"I'm a slutty whore."

"You're a slutty whore."

"I'm a slutty whore."

She was repeating "slutty whooooore," with that wonderful roll as she blinked awake.

"Better?" she asked, looking up.

"Much!" I quickly zipped.

"You better go before..." she said as she stood up.

"... before anyone hears, right," I said.

"And before I fuck you senseless," she said, pushing me toward the door.

She gave me a huge, wet kiss, and I was in the corridor. I walked back to my room. As I passed Brigid's door, I paused, and listened. I was sure I heard the low buzz of a vibrator, and perhaps soft feminine moans.

As I walked into my room, my phone beeped with a new text message.

I want to suck your cock until your balls turn blue. K.

I slept very well that night.



The next day was pure madness. Of course, all of the real plans on getting ourselves ready for the road had been left until then, and we had to leave first thing the next day in order to keep on schedule. Brigid was already out of the house by the time I had gotten out of the shower, out to buy last-minute essentials and say goodbye to friends. Her parents were off running errands, too, leaving Meagan and I alone in the house.

I rinsed out the remaining samples I took the day before. I had no idea how long the stuff would last, and I didn't want to find out what happened if it went bad over time.

Late morning, Meagan and I found ourselves in the garage, sorting boxes. She was bent over a box, going through it, and I was admiring her ass.

She said, "So, are you sure it's OK we're not fucking?"

I came over, and ran my hand over her rear; she pushed back into it, grinding.

"I'm sure. It'll happen when the time is right. What's the matter?"

She put her hands on the top of the box, steadying herself. She didn't try to stand up. "I dunno. Just scared that you'll run off with some girl who will put out."

I kneeled down next to her. Her breasts looked wonderful as they dangled. "I'm not going to run off with anyone, love. I get plenty of sex from you."

"I'm glad." She sighed with pleasure at my fingers through her jeans. "I just wish I could be, you know, just be a whore for you."

"You're plenty for me already."

She grinned, turned her head, and kissed me. Grind, grind. She closed her eyes. "I'd understand if you wanted to..." She stopped. I waited.

"Wanted to...?" I finally prompted her.

She opened her eyes again. "Never mind." She slowly let herself down until she was kneeling. "So, speaking of getting sex from me... Nobody's home."

Minutes later, I was sitting on the same box, and she was blowing me. She seemed almost desperate to get me off; she kept up a string of little moans as I slid in and out of her mouth. She looked up, nearly pleading, encouraging me, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh..." Her hands took breaks from helping her mouth to squeeze her breasts, and slide down into her jeans.

I gave her what she wanted, and watched as her eyes glazed over. I gently disengaged my cock, and she sat back, staring ahead.

"Meagan, what were you going to say when you said, 'I'd understand if you wanted to...'?"

"I'd understand if you wanted to fuck other girls since I won't fuck," she said, softly. I grinned; I hadn't counted on getting an opening like this.

"You want me to fuck other girls."

"I want..." Her hips twitched. "I want you to fuck other girls."

"You want me to fuck other girls."

"I want you to fuck other girls."

"I can fuck anyone I want."

"You can fuck anyone you... want." Twitch, twitch.

Repeat, repeat, twitch, twitch. Now, back to my plan.

"You want to be a whore."

"I want to be a whore."

"You need to be a whore."

"I need to be a whore."

"You're becoming a slutty whore."

"I'm becoming a slutty whore."

"You want to be turned into a complete whore."

"I want to be turned into a complete whore." Twitch.

"You can't stop yourself from being a wet, slutty whore."

"I can't stop myself from being a wet, slutty whore." Twitch, twitch.

"You're a slutty whore with big tits."

"I'm a slutty whore with big tits." Her ass was nearly vibrating with the small twitches.

"You're a whore."

"I'm a whore." It was delicious watching her, with her clean, fresh, girl-next-door looks, repeat "I'm a whore" again and again.

"You're always wet and ready to fuck."

"I'm always wet and ready to fuck."

"You're a wet, slutty whore."

"I'm a wet, slutty whore."

She closed her eyes, and tossed her hair back. She leaned back, reached into her jeans, and started playing with herself again. "Oh, yum. Does all cum taste that good?"

I joined her on the floor, and stroked her boobs. "I've been told it tastes like bleach."

She flattened herself down on the floor. "Yuck. How does pussy taste?"

I reached down, and slid off her jeans and panties. "Yours tastes like heaven."

She grinned. "Then you won't mind if I ask you..." But my mouth was already between her legs.

I didn't see much of Brigid during the day, but what I did see of her was memorable. She breezed into the garage in the afternoon, carrying a box. She was wearing tight jeans and a yellow crop-top, and looking like a vision of nymphet sexiness. She smiled broadly at me, and put it down on the "to go" stack. As she walked by, she put a hand lightly on my shoulder. The touch was electric; my stomach clenched.

"Buy a girl a drink again this evening?" She smelled wonderful, lavender and a light musk. Her eyes seemed too huge to be real.

"Sure. Um, 11:30 again?"

"My favorite time."

"See you then," she said, dropping to a whisper. She bounced off. I followed her ass with my eyes.

Before I knew it, it was evening. I went for a long drive at dinnertime. The cover story was that I was going to run some errands, and I did need to pick up food and drinks for the drive. Also, I wanted to give Meagan and Brigid a chance to have some time alone with their parents, since we were leaving the next day.

I also had a particular errand to run that I wanted to make sure Meagan didn't know about, and I had a phone call to make.

Errands complete, I drove aimlessly through the desert surrounding the town until I came to a spot that looked isolated. Car parked and lights off, I flipped open my phone.

3/4". I'm going to be so ready for you. K. was the most recent message.

I scrolled down to the Ks, and pressed the green button.

Ring, ring.

"Anal Princess Services," Kayleigh answered.

"Kayleigh, what if it had been the pizza delivery guy?" I said, sputtering.

"Caller ID, you Luddite. So, how's chauffeuring the blonde chick?"

I reached down and unzipped. Hearing her voice was getting me hard already. "We don't leave until tomorrow."

"Four days with just Meagan on the road. You can probably pick her locks by then."

"'Pick her locks'?"

"We were playing The Wall at work. You know what I mean."

"Um, there's this sister."

"Oh, right, the blonde chicklette. Well, ask her to turn her head discreetly."

I was stroking myself. "So, why are you so interested in whether or not I fuck Meagan?"

"I hate to see a good cock go to waste. So, are you alone?"

"Unless the Roswell aliens show up, yes."

"Perfect segue! Let's talk about anal probes."

"Me or you?"

"Hm. You raise an interesting idea, but I was thinking about me."

"Please, do go on."

"Would you like to know what I'm wearing?"

"What are you wearing, K?"

"Three inch heels, and a one inch plug."

"Really?"

"No, I lied about the heels."

"And nothing else?"

"Nope. I'm lying on the bed, fucking myself up the ass with this plug, and wishing it was you."

"It'll be me very soon. So, do you like being done up the ass?"

"Oh, my god, yes. You really have to do this to me."

"That can be arranged."

"You know what else?"

"What?"

"I