“Have fun,” Kimmie said, wrapped up in her house robe, her face flushed. I had just made love to her. She wanted to have my cum in her pussy. My wife had a naughty grin on her face as she watched us heading out the door. “Don't do anything I wouldn't do with that.”
I had the new mind-control device slung under my arm. I grinned at her as I glanced at the coffee table where her laptop was set up. The original mind-control device was installed down in the basement and plugged into its backup power supply, a UPS. It was on our WiFi network and the control software was on my wife's laptop.
“I'm afraid of what you'll do with the device today,” I said with a playful tone.
She grinned at me, her green eyes twinkling.
I grinned back only for a yawn to break my smile. I had been up too late the last two nights. I needed caffeine pumping through my veins. Definitely. I had to teach today, and I was installing my device at the college.
I would have fun today.
“Come on, Daddy,” June said. “We'll be late if you don't go.”
My eighteen-year-old had my laptop cradled to her chest. She wore a one-piece, blue dress, her hair in cute pigtails. She looked adorable as she headed out into the garage. She headed for my SUV and climbed into the backseat.
That was unusual.
“I told her I had shotgun,” Dusk said as she moved beside me. She had a sultry purr to her voice. “And that's why she has your laptop.”
“So she's going to play with the device while you...?” I gave my oldest daughter a questioning look.
Dusk, her cute glasses perched on her nose, gave me a big smile. “Why, as I suck your cock, of course, Daddy.” She said with such sincerity. Such wanton delight. She licked her lips. “Mmm, a slut needs her morning jizz.”
She had made herself into my slut, mind-controlling herself yesterday so that she would always be my little whore. I hadn't suggested it. I certainly didn't do anything to prompt it. I was a little surprised when she'd done it.
She broke from me and opened the front passenger door and climbed in, her short, black skirt swishing about her legs. She had toned thighs and a gorgeous ass. She seemed to bend over more causing her skirt to rise up enough to flash the red panties she wore for a moment.
My dick throbbed.
I rushed around the SUV and climbed in. June already had the laptop open, the blue light bathing her face. She looked up and smiled at me. I put the mind control device on the backseat, and she quickly got the computer plugged into via a USB cable and the device turned on. She couldn't give her sister or me any commands, and I had no idea what she would be doing with it.
The moment I had the SUV started and the garage door opening, Dusk leaned over. Her strawberry-blonde hair, gathered in a pair of cute pigtails, swayed down her face. My twenty-year-old daughter grabbed my dick through my slacks and gave me a hard squeeze. I groaned at that hot contact. She kneaded me, a wicked giggle bursting from her lips.
Then she unzipped me. I groaned at that. My hands gripped the steering wheel as she reached in and pulled out my dick. Her hand was warm on my cock. I groaned and looked back, the SUV rolling out of the garage in reverse.
“Mmm, I love this cock,” Dusk moaned.
“You're such a slut,” June playfully called from the backseat.
“I am!” My eldest daughter said that with such pride.
Then she engulfed my dick.
I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock. Her lips sealed tight about me. She sucked hard, nursing with hunger. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. The pleasure surged through my body.
My sphincter tightened. I groaned as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, pleasure rippling out of me. I groaned, turning the wheel and backing the SUV onto the street. The car echoed with the sounds of her sucking.
“Is she making your dick feel good, Daddy?” June asked.
“Uh-huh, Junebug,” I said, putting the car into drive and heading down our street.
“Yay!” she cheered. “I'm so happy. It's good Dusk is putting her mouth to good use.”
“Yes, she is.”
Dusk moaned around my cock. She sucked with that naughty hunger of a slut. She wanted my cum. She ached for it. I savored my daughter's passion as her lips worked up and down my dick. Pleasure flowed through me, making driving interesting.
I turned onto an arterial. Already, morning traffic was thick before us, moving sluggishly as everyone headed to work and school. The weekend over. Monday had arrived. I groaned, enduring it better and better as Dusk bobbed her head.
Her tongue danced around my cock. The pleasure flowed through my body. My balls ached, growing tight with a load of cum that would burst out of my nuts and bathe my daughter's tonsils. She would gulp it all down in delight.
June typed behind me, giggling with mischievous joy.
I had no idea what she was doing, though. I didn't see anything unusual. Traffic flowed alongside us. The car before me turned into a parking lot. Dusk kept sucking on my dick. The pedestrians on the road walked along.
I shuddered, having trouble thinking as the pressure built and built. We were blocks away from the coffee house I liked to go to. My dick twitched in my daughter's mouth. I would go through the drive-thru with Dusk's mouth on my dick.
Another car turned off into a parking lot before me. I groaned, able to pick up some speed as a third and then a fourth car turned off, one pulling into a cutout for a bus stop. I groaned as I finally understood what June was doing.
“Clearing the way?” I panted, the ache from Dusk's blowjob building and building at the tip of my cock.
“Yep!” she said, her fingers typing away. She did that with skill.
The red sedan flipped on its blinker and pulled onto a side-street.
I grinned as she squirmed in the backseat while Dusk worshiped my dick. Her tongue danced around my cock while her saliva ran down my shaft. She bobbed her head, working her lips down my shaft. My shaft's tip nuzzled into the back of her throat.
With a gurgling moan, my slutty daughter swallowed my cock.
I groaned in delight as she deep-throated my dick. Pleasure swept through me as that naughty gullet engulfed my cock. My crown savored the massaging hum from her vocal cords. My balls grew tighter as she swallowed, massaging my dick.
Her lips nuzzled into my bush.
“That's a good slut,” I groaned as I turned into the parking lot for Stay Awake Cafe, my favorite place to get java.
I pulled into the drive-thru line and leaned back against the headrest. I shuddered, savoring my daughter's deep-throating blowjob. Dusk just moaned and swallowed for a moment. Then she slid her mouth up my cock.
“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the rising suction. I let the SUV roll ahead as the line moved. “That's it. God, you're my favorite slut, Dusk.”
“Mmm, she's making such naughty sounds,” said June. “Let's see... That must be the one.”
She typed something into the laptop, mind-controlling someone new. It was exciting. She was using the power that I had invented and having fun doing it. I smiled at that, loving that my daughters were enjoying themselves this morning.
Dusk had a hand between her thighs. She rubbed herself as she blew me. I hadn't noticed that, too focused on driving, but now I could enjoy every bit of this as the Monday morning line wrapped around the cafe. I just groaned, my orgasm coming sooner and sooner.
She sucked and slurped on my cock as I rose up to the order box. The menu glowed around it, but I knew what I wanted. I rolled my window down, trying not to moan as Dusk deep-throated my cock again, sliding her lips down it.
“Welcome to the Stay Awake Cafe, what can I get started for you,” a perky voice said from the menu's speaker.
“I'll have a dark roast drip coffee with extra whole milk,” I ordered, my usual. “No sugar.”
“I got a dark roast drip coffee, extra whole milk, no sugar,” repeated the perky voice. It sounded like Carla, the black-haired cutie who worked here. “Will that be anything else.”
“A blackberry scone!” June called.
“And a blackberry scone,” I panted, Dusk sliding her lips up my cock and sucking the entire time.
“Okay, that'll be $7.43 at the window,” the perky barista said.
“Mmm, no it won't,” moaned June from the back. She typed again. “I'm going to get a yummy scone, and the slut's going to get some yummy cum.”
“And I'm going to get some caffeine,” I groaned, wishing I had a chance to program that coffee protocol. “Damn, Dusk, I'm going to cum if you keep that up.”
Dusk moaned and sucked harder, bobbing her head. I shuddered, rolling my SUV forward and turning as the lane moved around. I shifted and groaned savoring the feel of my daughter's mouth sliding up and down my cock, swallowing it over and over again.
That warm, hot throat massaged my tip. Her vocal cords hummed around it. She was so excited. So was I. Pleasure rumbled from her throat as I came closer and closer to the drive-thru window. I could see Carla working the window in a baby doll t-shirt today. The round firmness of her breasts were outlined as she leaned out to hand over an order.
“I hope you have her under control,” I groaned as it was my turn to come up. Then I remembered my wallet.
“Good morning, Mr. Michael,” said Carla as I pulled up. She had a big smile on her face. “I see you're daughter's giving you your morning blowjob. Very important for a father to receive.”
“Very,” I groaned as she handed over my coffee and a paper bag holding the scone.
June snatched that from me with a squeal of delight.
“And you just have to stare at my tits for payment this morning,” Carla said and flipped up the front of her t-shirt. Her breasts were cupped in a red bra that hugged those young delights. She pulled the cups up and over her tits.
They spilled out round and perky. She bounced in place, making them jiggle as she smiled at me. June giggled from the backseat as I stared at those wonderful tits. I groaned and then I erupted into my eldest daughter's mouth.
I pumped my cum straight down her throat as I stared at Carla's magnificent rack. She had such a big smile on her lips as she kept those tits jiggling. The pleasure slammed through me. Rapture burst into my mind.
“Shit, those are great tits,” I panted while Dusk slid her mouth up my cock fast so she could taste the cum spurting from my dick.
“Thank you, Mr. Michaels,” Carla said, a naughty gleam in her eyes. “I'm just so wet for you. You should come to the store one day where I can give you a more personal service.”
“Yep, Daddy,” said June from the back. She typed something.
“You could dump your cum in my pussy,” Carla groaned. “Just flood me with all that delight.”
“Yes!” I growled, spurting jizz into Dusk's mouth.
She gulped it down as Carla then winked at me and shoved down her bra to cup her breasts followed by fixing her shirt. “Enjoy your day, Mr. Michaels.”
“You, too,” I groaned, my body shuddering in the seat as my orgasm hit that peak.
Dusk sucked out the last of my cum as I pulled forward. I breathed heavily, the morning air wafting through my still-open window. My entire body buzzed with the rush of dumping my cum down my daughter's throat before the topless Carla.
“Wow, isn't she so nice, Daddy?” June said from the back. “Let you cum in her pussy. Such a generous, young woman.”
“Yes, she is,” I moaned, smiling. “Did you give her a nudge, Junebug.”
“Me, Daddy?” she asked with such fake innocence. Then she giggled.
Dusk slid her mouth up my cock and popped off. She let out a throaty groan of delight as she put me back away in my pants. Then she leaned back into her seat, still masturbating. Her face twisted in pleasure, her glasses shifting. She had cum on the corner of her lips.
“That was so hot!” Dusk moaned, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes! I love being your slut, Daddy!”
I shuddered as I watched my eldest daughter cumming. Her pigtails danced. Her seat creaked as she shuddered through her pleasure. A big smile spread on her lips as she hit the peak. Her round breasts rose and fell, her baby doll t-shirt molding to her tits. Her nipples poked at the fabric.
She wasn't wearing a bra, the naughty slut.
After a moment, she pulled her fingers out from between her thighs. She smeared the juices on the slit in my coffee cup's lid. She grinned at me and then sucked her digits into her mouth. Salivating, I grabbed my cup and brought it to my lips. For a moment, I tasted her tart juices before the coffee's bitter, citrus flavor washed it away.
I took a long gulp of the coffee, savoring every drop of it pouring down my gullet. Already, the caffeine was working on me as I drove us to Thompson College. The cars before us kept turning off. Soon, we were reaching the school. The city buses disgorged the college students who flooded out to the various buildings. I found my parking spot in the faculty lot.
“Okay,” I said, turning off the car. “You have to hand over your new toy, June.”
“I just want to keep playing with it,” she said. “You should write an app for our phone. Then we can play with it when we want.”
“I'm not sure that's a good idea,” I said.
“Please, please, Daddy!” June wheedled. “I won't abuse it. I promise I won't make Janey Miller stand before the class and shout out that she's the biggest whore in the world.”
“I think that's exactly what you would do with it, munchkin,” said Dusk. “That's so boring. You should make her get naked and prove she's a slut by having all the boys run a train on her.”
“What's a train?” June asked, closing my laptop and setting it on the mind-control device.
“Mmm, we have a lot to talk about, munchkin,” Dusk said.
As my two daughters headed off, Dusk's arm around June's shoulder, I shook my head. Who knew what filthy things Dusk was telling my precious, little girl. How long could June stay innocent with this power and the things we were doing.
Well, children had to grow up eventually.
I grabbed the mind-control device, laptop, and my satchel. I held all three and headed not to my classroom, but to the server room for the school. I helped the IT department from time to time. All volunteer, of course. When you fixed something that was broke once, you find doing it again becomes a part of your job.
But it gave me access to the perfect place to install the device. I used my key to get in and plugged it into the school's massive UPS that would allow all the server computers to shut down safely in case of a blackout. I then wired it directly to the school's WiFi network via an Ethernet cable into the massive switch system. I checked to make sure that the device was online.
all;ignore device protocol
No one would notice it. Anyone who came in here would just ignore it as part of the necessary and boring equipment. They would never inspect it so long as it was on. Plugged into the power, it was giving off the signal. Of course, the “all” command excluded me. I would need access to it.
Then I typed: 840F21;arousal protocol
That would let me have the physical stamina to be hard all the time. 840F21 was the hexadecimal code that the device had randomly assigned to me. From the server room, the device's two-hundred-yard range covered the entire campus. I could see hundreds and hundreds of dots moving through the school on the preloaded map of the campus.
It was so many dots, a riot of them that it was impossible to pick out any individual one when zoomed out to the entire school. But that was fine. The device was functioning. My dick was growing hard after dumping my cum in my daughter's mouth.
I had my coffee pumping through my veins, energizing me. I was ready to have a fun day teaching my students. My smile broadened. I had some students I was eager to enlighten today. I closed my laptop, whistled, and headed to the door.
I found June waiting in the hallway looking naughty.
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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael
Naked beneath my house robe, I sat down on the couch and stared at my laptop. The control program was active. On a note pad beside there was a list of all the commands my husband had told me about that were preprogrammed in. I had written them all down in my crisp, clean handwriting with a sharpie.
“What to do,” I said to myself, my pussy on fire, brimming with my husband's cum.
So many possibilities. I stared at the screen, seeing the dots marking people still in the neighborhood. Michelle Reynolds was in her house alone. Her son, who was now her lover, and husband had left. That had been fun yesterday getting my pussy eaten out by her while her son fucked her from behind. Such a rewarding moment for mother and son.
There were a few other individuals in the houses on the street, but not that many. Everyone was going off to work or school. I furrowed my brow. Surely there was some fun I could have. I just had to think. Think of pervy things to do.
Kinky and naughty and wicked things.
This was my chance to make my own porn. To have my own fantasies played out. Having a son fuck her mother was so hot. I wanted Michelle to be bred by her son. That would be so exciting.
Just like I wanted my daughters bred by my husband. June and Dusk were well on their way to having that happen. I studied the number in the Albertsons' house moving around. That must be Tonya. What could I have her do? She could come over here and lick my pussy clean of my husband's spunk.
And then she could even clean my house for me.
Naked.
I shivered. Was that going too far? Making her do my housework and... An idea clicked in my head. I could get a girl to be our live-in maid. She could be cute and sexy, eighteen and just ready to do all the things for the family. Not cooking for us, I loved doing that, but the other stuff. She could rub my feet and lick my pussy and suck my husband's cock.
How did you hire a live-in maid?
As I contemplated the problem, my phone rang. I grabbed it and smiled at the sight of Natalie Meyer's smiling face on the screen. My friend had fucked her son at church yesterday, and I advised her to have her husband teach their daughter about sex.
“Hey,” I said when I picked up.
“Oh, Kimmie,” my friend said. “Oh, this has been such a magical time in my family.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, leaning back.
“Mmm, it's all in the open. Mitch knows that I'm teaching Keven all about sex, and though he might have been a little annoyed, he still had me teach our daughter about anal and I licked her pussy full of his cum. And he fucked her in the ass. She's learning to become a perfect wife. She's going to make her husband happy.”
“And Keven's learning how to please his future wife?” I asked, this naughty idea popping into my head.
“Yes.” Natalie let out a throaty groan. “I can't believe how kinky things have gotten. I don't know what happened at church yesterday, but it was eye-opening.”
“Wasn't it?” I asked, my eyes flicking to the computer. “Come over. Let's have some morning tea and talk all about it.”
“Sure,” she said. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
“Perfect,” I said and thought about just what I wanted to type for her when she arrived.
This excitement rippled through me as I waited. I kept glancing at the map, getting hopeful every time a new dot drove by the entrance to our street. I kept hoping they would turn on it, but they kept going and were quickly out of range of the device.
Tonya Albertson and Michelle Reynolds were moving through their houses, no doubt cleaning up. My pussy blazed, cum leaking out of me. It took all my self-control not to just frig my sloppy twat right here and now. I was on fire. All juicy and ready to do such wicked things with my friend.
It would be so naughty.
Finally, F045CE turned onto my street. I quivered as I watched this new dot come closer and closer. The person passed the Reynolds' house then the Albertsons' house. My stomach twisted as the dot drove by the Carters' residence and then was turning into my driveway. That had to be my friend.
F045CE;always listen to 72B2AE advice
ENTER!
I shuddered as I sent my first mind-control command to my friend. A shiver ran through me. This molten ache that swept through my jizz-filled pussy and devoured me from the inside. I would have such good advice for her since I was 72B2AE.
The dot moved from the car. I shivered and then quickly typed in the next command:
F045CE;lesbian desire for 72B2AE
ENTER!
DING-DONG
I jumped to my feet, my robe swishing about my legs. I rushed to the door to greet my friend. My feet pattered along the carpet, the fibers whisking against my slippers. I reached the door and wrenched it open to find Natalie standing there.
The black-haired woman's eyes lit up at the sight of me in my robe. I could see the desire kindling in her eyes. This sudden wave of heat that washed through her. She quivered there and bit her lower lip as I hugged her.
“Ooh, I'm so glad you're here,” I cooed, feeling her large breasts against my small bust.
I had little B-cups, barely larger than June's budding breasts. My eldest had bigger boobs than me. And Natalie had a large pair. I groaned, feeling them against me, this heat rippling through my body. These wild desires surging through me. My pussy clenched, juices and Dean's cum running down my thighs.
“Mmm,” my friend purred, clearly loving the hug. “This is nice.”
“Mmm, isn't it?” I said and then broke it. “So you and your family have made the incest plunge, too?”
My friend smiled at me. “So you and Dean, huh?”
“Yep, we're banging our little girls,” I said and giggled. “God, it's all my pervy dreams come true. I used to pretend to be June, and the kinky roleplay made my husband go wild. He likes them young. How about your husband with Samantha.”
“He likes cumming in us and making us lick each other clean,” my friend said.
“Hot,” I said, taking her hand. “Mmm, isn't eating pussy just delicious when it's full of your husband's cum.”
“Yeah.” A shiver shook Natalie. “It's like I'm seeing women in a whole new light.”
“I bet,” I said. “How would you like to eat my pussy?” I arched my eyebrow. “I'll lick yours back.”
“Oh, god, that sounds wonderful,” she moaned.
“Be warned, mine's full of my husband's cum,” I purred, “but doesn't that just make it hotter for you.”
“Yes!” she moaned and then groaned as I slipped out of my robe.
Her eyes flicked up and down my body. I was petite like her daughter, Samantha. Was she thinking of her and transferring those awakened desires to me. It was clear she lusted for me. She could see my shaved snatch—I kept it bald to feed my husband's perversions for young flesh—and the cum beading on my vulva.
“Get naked,” I said, sinking down on my couch, the laptop open right beside me. The screen had shut off, but it still ran, plugged into the wall. No battery dying on me. “Then let's eat each other out. I'm so horny. I need a good cum. Then I can tell you just who your daughter should marry. It's perfect.”
“Who?” she asked, her hands pulling off the t-shirt she wore.
I winked at her and then groaned as her flat stomach led up to her large breasts cradled in a comfortable sports bra. She threw her top down, her black hair spilling about her flushed face. I shuddered, biting my lip.
I had mind-controlled my best friend to have sex with me. This was so hot. I couldn't wait to tell Dean all about it.
Natalie peeled off her top next. Her large breasts spilled out. They were big and soft, jiggling together. They had a wonderful sway that made me bite my lower lip. I groaned, the heat rippling out of my body. It would consume me.
She unzipped her jeans, wiggling her hips. She had a pair of black panties on. Plain, nothing special, but it was still exciting. I had never seen Natalie naked before. This was so hot. I hoped Dean was having as much fun at his college as I was at home.
Natalie stepped out of her jeans, her legs toned and firm. She was a sexy MILF. I shuddered, my mouth salivating. My hands squeezed my little titties. I massaged them and bit my lower lip, moaning as she shoved off her panties.
A trimmed, black bush appeared.
“Does your husband like you shaved?” she asked me as she stepped out of her panties.
“Do you?” I asked, spreading my thighs.
“It makes you look so young. God, I can't believe we're both the same age. I look nearly forty, but you... You could almost pass for eighteen.”
“Put me in a cheer outfit, and I would blend in with all those coeds cuties my husband teaches.” I licked my lips. “And Dean loves my shaved pussy. Maybe do it and see what your husband thinks.”
“I will,” she moaned. “You always give the best advice.”
“Got you to fuck your son,” I said as she sauntered to me.
A big smile spilled over her lips. “That was magical. I educated him. Taught him. I wasn't the submissive one. I was in charge with Keven. Ooh, it's a rush.”
Then she was straddling me. I stared up at her black bush, her tangy scent filling my nose. Her juices beaded on her curls. She lowered her furred muff to my face, the couch cushions shifting around. I salivated, hungering to eat my friend's pussy.
Then her silky bush was on my face. Those curls slid over me. I breathed in deeply. This wonderful aroma filled my nose. My lips nuzzled through her hairs and found her pussy lips. I licked her cunt. I slid my tongue across her married folds, gathering her tangy delight.
“Kimmie!” she moaned, leaning down. Her breasts piled onto my stomach. Soft and heavy, nipples hard. Then her hair spilled over my thighs moments before she licked at the cum coating my vulva.
A hot shiver ran through me as my married friend tasted my husband's cum. She licked it out of me. It was wild. I groaned and squirmed, my heart racing as the pleasure surged through me. My heart beat so fast. I loved every moment of it.
Her tongue caressed over my pussy lips. She lapped at me. She licked with such hunger at my pussy. She devoured me. I groaned, savoring that wonderful heat. It was such a rush to feel her devouring me. God, she licked with passion.
I moaned into her pussy. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I swirled around in her, caressing her. My hands grabbed her rump. I kneaded her ass. I pulled her tight against my mouth, her furry bush rubbing on my cheeks.
I thrust my tongue into her cunt.
She licked my husband's cum out of me.
I groaned. We were two naughty MILFs, two sexy wives, loving each other. It was so hot. I loved my husband's invention. I was so lucky to get to use it. To get to experience this wicked delight. My tongue danced around inside her pussy's depths, soaking up her tangy flavor.
Her tongue bathed my vulva. She moaned, her breasts rubbing into my stomach, as she cleaned off my husband's jizz. Then she scooped it out of my cunt. She licked it out of me with skill. She had definitely gotten a taste for creampies.
What a thrill.
My hands gripped her rump. I kneaded her ass, squeezing it. I pulled her against me, my tongue thrusting deep into her pussy. I fluttered around as she cleaned me. Pleasure fluttered through me with her every lick and lap.
She did such naughty things to me. I loved it.
I whimpered in delight as her tongue lapped at me. She caressed me. Teased me. She did such wanton things to me. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, loving every moment of it. I licked at her. I lapped and nuzzled and savored every last second of this.
I sealed my mouth around my friend's pussy and sucked. She groaned. Her body trembled on me. She ground her hot cunt against my mouth, her silky curls rubbed on me. Her tongue darted deep into my cunt, searching for more cum.
“Kimmie!” she moaned. “Ooh, pussy is so good with cum in it.”
“You should always lick a pussy full of spunk if you get the chance!” I moaned, trembling beneath her.
“Yes!”
Her tongue attacked my pussy folds. She fluttered up and down. She licked with such enthusiasm. I moaned, savoring it. I took slower licks at her pussy, savoring the texture. She didn't have a tight slit like my daughters. No, she had a woman's mature cunt.
Hot, yummy MILF pussy.
I reveled in it. I stroked to her clit and sucked on it. She gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my hands. I loved that. She moaned into my cunt. I fluttered my tongue against her clit, driving her wild. She whimpered and moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her twat against me.
It was amazing. I loved every moment of it. My rapture built and built in me as her tongue found my clit. She sucked on it. I groaned, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. My couch groaned and creaked beneath us. We both shuddered on it.
“So good,” she whimpered. “Oh, that's so good. Yes, yes, I like this. I like this a lot.”
“Good,” I moaned and fluttered my tongue through her folds.
She gasped. Her passion was such a beautiful thing to hear. It was magical. I loved every second of it. My cunt clenched, the heat building and building in me. I would have such a massive explosion of orgasmic bliss.
It would sweep over me. It would consume me.
I sucked hard on her clit. I nibbled on it. She did the same. She whimpered. I moaned. My pussy clenched. My toes curled. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her silky bush on my face. Her ass flexed beneath my fingers. She licked my clit.
I climaxed.
“Natalie!” I moaned, my body trembling.
“Mmm, yes!” she purred and lapped up my juices gushing out of me.
I sucked on her clit hard as the pleasure rushed through me. The tidal waves of ecstasy surged out of my cunt and swept into my mind. She trembled on me, her breasts rubbing into my stomach. She moaned into my cunt.
Her hot juices gushed out.
I opened my mouth wide and drank her tangy flood. I gulped down my friend's passion as we trembled together on the couch. The rapture surged through me as I drank down her delicious, married passion.
We trembled through our lesbian passion. Our tongues licked and lapped at the other's pussy. The waves of bliss drowned my mind. The current swept over my thoughts until I hit that wonderful moment. I floated on ecstasy.
Panting as I came down from my high.
“Oh, wow,” she moaned. “Oh, that's amazing.”
“Mmm, it is,” I purred. I licked at her cunt. “Mmm, want to have more fun.”
“Big time!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean Michaels
“Daddy,” June said as she stood in the deserted hallway. She raised her skirt up to expose her pussy. To my delight, she was shaved. She must have done that this morning while I was making love to her mother. June's vulva gleamed, looking so tight and girlish. “I'm so turned on. Would you...”
I pulled her into the server room before anyone saw us. I kissed her hard as I lifted her up and sat her down on a cheap table. Her legs were around me. Her hands attacked my fly and pulled out my dick, swollen hard thanks to the arousal protocol running on the mind-control device.
Our tongues danced together as she pulled me to her juicy pussy. This would be a quick, wild fuck. We didn't have time for more. I had a class to teach. My baby girl whimpered into our kiss as she rubbed my dick's tip against her shaved bald twat.
I groaned at that smooth, hot flesh. I found the entrance to her fertile pussy. My wife wanted me to breed our daughters. The idea turned me on. I thrust my cock in hard. I buried to the hilt in her pussy, feeling her tight cunt squeezing around me.
She broke our kiss to squeak out, “Daddy!”
“I know,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her pussy. “God, I know, Junebug!”
She smiled up at me, her pigtails dancing. Her angelic face twisted in delight while her blue eyes sparkled. Then she gasped as I drew back. Her hot flesh clung to my dick. She massaged me with that delicious twat.
I groaned and thrust back into her. I buried to the hilt in that wonderful cunt. I groaned, her snatch squeezing about me. Her hot flesh gripped me as I pumped in and out of my eighteen-year-old daughter's cunt. I reveled in her pussy's tight grip on me. That incestuous massage that would have me exploding in her in no time.
If anyone walked in, they would freak out. I had no commands running. No time to open my laptop, either. The thrill built that ache at the tip of my cock as I hammered my baby girl's pussy. I fucked her hard.
My youngest squeaked in delight. Her face twisted in passion as she clenched her snatch around my dick. She whimpered, her pigtails dancing as she squirmed her cunt around my dick. That wonderful flesh gripped me, driving me closer and closer to spurting my jizz in her.
“Oh, Daddy!” she whimpered. Her arms hugged me tight. Our clothing rustled. “Yes, yes, fill me up with your cum. I want you leaking out of me all day! I love you being in me, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Junebug!” I moaned and kissed her.
I planted my lips right on her mouth. She squealed in delight. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her pussy clenched around me. That wonderful, hot, and delicious flesh gripped me. I groaned, savoring plundering into her over and over again. I buried hard. Fast. I thrust to the hilt in her again and again.
I loved the moans she made. The sounds of passion. Her cunt squeezed around me. That wonderful, hot flesh massaged me. My balls grew tighter and tighter, my cum about to explode out of me into my daughter's snatch.
She squealed.
Her pussy went wild.
My daughter's youthful pussy writhed around my dick. Her hot flesh massaged me. The pleasure shot through my body. I groaned as I fucked into her. I buried hard and fast into her cunt. I savored the pleasure of being in her. The pressure swelled to the tip of my cock as her cunt rippled around me.
I erupted into my daughter.
I pumped her full of my cum.
“Junebug!” I breathed, breaking the kiss. I fired blast after blast of my incestuous seed into her fertile depths.
“Daddy!” she squealed, her passion echoing through the server room as her pussy milked my cock. “Yes, yes, Daddy!”
It felt incredible. I reveled in it. The pleasure slammed into my mind. I drank it in, my body bursting with ecstasy. Her pussy wrung my cock dry. She whimpered and kissed me again as I spilled the last of my cum into her.
“Love you, Daddy,” she purred when we came down from our high. I pulled out of her.
“Enjoy your day at school,” I said. “Study hard.”
She smiled at me, shoved her skirt down, and scampered off.
A few minutes later, I swept into my classroom with a bounce to my step. June had been a wonderful treat to enjoy. Already, my students were filtering in, setting up. The twins, James and Jamie, were here, the brother and sister sitting by each other, and Vivian sat in the front row, her glasses perched on her nose. The nerdy girl had her nose buried in an Ann McCaffery fantasy novel.
She turned the page, not even looking up.
My gaze turned to the twins. Jamie and James looked a lot alike, both had brown hair and the same bold noses. She wore her brown hair long while he had his short, giving him a more serious cast to his features.
Other students filtered in as I opened up my laptop. “Mr. Michaels,” they said, nodding heads. Sometimes with an added, “Good morning” or “S'up” in the case of Todd. He slouched in a seat near the back. Janet and Britney came in whispering together and giggling, the pair of twenty-year-old girls showing off their youthful thighs in their short skirts. Then Dolly swept in. The blonde and busty cheerleader wore a knit-top that clung to her generous bosom. She sank down beside John who sat up straighter and grinned at her.
Youthful hormones abounded.
When everyone was inside, I began typing commands into the mind-control device:
all;ignore protocol
restrict room boundary mode
Between those two commands, only people in this room would be affected by any subsequent commands. Anyone who passed in the hallway would ignore what was going on. I smiled and typed in the next two commands quickly, new protocols I had programmed in last night:
all;lust protocol
all;obedience protocol
Every single college student in this room suddenly became aroused. Vivian straightened in her chair, her eyes flicking up from her book. She looked around, color blossoming in her cheeks. Dolly leaned back in her chair, her breasts pressing against her knit top. John drooled over her. On the other side of the cheerleader, Mark stared at those tits. Jamie was sitting straighter while James ducked a hand down beneath his desk to adjust something. Lily squirmed in her seat and Anna fanned her face. Janet and Britney were whispering even more while Oscar was gazing over at them.
“Okay, okay,” I said, “listen up. Focus on me.”
They all did. They all obeyed my commands. No need to type out long strings of commands when I could just make them want to follow my orders. In retrospect, it was something I should have thought of earlier.
Though, it was fun just typing in the commands and then seeing people enact them.
But I did have a lot of students in this class, a total of twenty-two. A lot of hexadecimal numbers I'd have to type to get through all of this. Being an engineer was all about finding how to make things more efficient.
To iterate upon ideas and making them better and better.
“It's Monday, and I know all your minds are in a fog, so it's the perfect time to have a pop quiz. Exciting, right?”
For once, no one groaned. They all nodded. They were all excited to have a pop quiz. They squirmed, aroused and staring at me with this eagerness I had never seen in my students before. It was amazing.
I stood up and pulled the printouts from my desk. I placed them on Alan's desk at the end of the first row. He knew to take one and pass it down. Vivian set her book on the desk as she took her own and handed it off.
As the tests snaked their way through the rows, I said, “Now, I want you all to do your best. And the boy and girl who gets the highest score will get a reward.” I grinned, my dick throbbing. “The girl who scores the highest will get to ride my cock. Amazing, right?”
All the girls in the classroom let out a throaty moan. They were staring at me now, seeing me as a man. A few had flashed me beguiling smiles in the past, Dolly and Sable especially, but now they were all fluttering their eyes. Even Vivian did, looking so cute with her glasses.
“Now, for the boy who gets the high score, you're going to get to fuck any girl in the class you want.”
Now the boys burst into cheers. They whooped in delight, their lusts unleashed. There was no reason I should get all the fun in class. I wanted to encourage my students to do amazing. I looked around at them.
“This will be the policy going forward,” I said. “So you'll want to study hard. I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to challenge you. But you all can do this. You all can get that top score and get your reward.” I glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes starts... now.”
A furious explosion of pencil scratches burst through the room. They were all staring at their tests with laser focus. Even John did. Dolly had a look of actual concentration on her face. She wasn't taking the time to check her makeup in her compact like she normally would before starting a test at her languorous pace.
I sat down in my chair, leaned back, and smiled. The sounds of their writing instruments flying over their test were such a satisfying sound to hear. I loved it. I whistled as they blazed through their test. I had a feeling which girl would take top marks. This was the first test in the new system, so the other girls hadn't had the chance to really study.
But they would. I wanted them all to get perfect scores. If that happened, I'd have to start choosing winners by random. It was so rewarding to be a professor. I grabbed my phone and found a text from my wife.
It read: “Having fun with Natalie. She just licked your cum out of my pussy.”
“Waiting to find out which of my female students gets to earn riding my cock,” I sent back.
“Pervy teacher.” A winky emoji capped it. I chuckled.
Todd was the first one to finish. Ten minutes in. He rushed up and slapped it down. I began grading it, marking it down. 83%. Not bad. Next came Vivian. She set her test down and fired me a big smile. Then she darted to her desk and picked up her book. She never missed a chance to read. I graded hers. 97%. She got tripped up on one question.
The tests came filtering in. I stacked the leaders on top. Todd was replaced by Adam who was replaced by James. Every girl's test went beneath cute Vivian's as she read her book. She didn't even look concerned.
Dolly was the last one to drop off her test. She had this hopeful, nervous, and trembling look on her face. I took it and quickly graded it. The rest of the class were sitting around looking so eager for the results. To my shock, Dolly scored a 91%. Far, far better than her normal average of 65%.
When that busty cheerleader applied herself...
“Well, I see you are all so ready to find out who got the highest marks,” I said, undoing my belt and unzipping my fly. “Now, the lucky girl who gets to ride my cock is... Vivian!”
The nerdy girl gasped and bounced to her feet. She quivered there in her jeans, this look of awe and delight on her face as she rushed up, her hair swaying about her cute features. Dolly had a look of disappointment.
None of the boys, however, did. They were almost all staring at Dolly. I knew who was about to get fucked. I glanced over at James when something hit me. He kept sneaking glances at his sister and then looked away.
all;incest protocol
ENTER!
As Vivian reached my desk and gasped at the sight of my desk, James whipped his head over to his sister squirming beside me. She had scored nearly as high as him, a 93% to his 96%. She bit her lower lip. She stared at her brother. I smiled.
“James, choose your girl, bend her over her desk, and enjoy her pussy,” I said. “The rest, come get your tests and figure out why you got your questions wrong. I want you all to do better next time.”
“And me, Mr. Michaels?” Vivian asked, her body trembling. She wiggled there in her jeans and t-shirt.