In
high school I had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing that lasted very
long. In college I had a couple brief hook-ups, and then I met Mindy.
We really seemed to hit it off. We had some long talks over a couple
days, then we slept together. And we both felt this wasn't going to be
just a hook-up. We did it almost every day at first, then less often
until a month passed. Discussing our sexual histories, we found we had
both used condoms religiously in our past experiences. She suggested
going on the pill and doing away with the condoms so our sex could be
more spontaneous. The first time we did it that way was extra special.
I had loved sex before, but the immediacy of the texture of her vagina
against my skin made it feel much better, more personal.
We had
experimented with a few different positions, but we had settled down to
a common pattern. After foreplay she mounted me and after some modest
time thrusting against me she would have a full, satisfying orgasm. I
might start thrusting wildly just as she came and come a few seconds
later, but usually we turned over and did it missionary style. I loved
being able to look down at her, at my penis thrusting in and out of
her. For the moment she was mine, and I chose the exact rhythm and
depth and speed I wanted, and she loved it all, though she never came
that way.
The second time we did it without a condom things got
strange. She seemed especially excited from the start, even more when I
was on top, and when I had my orgasm inside her, she screamed with
pleasure. It was great for me, and she was gasping from the intensity
of what she had felt. She looked a little thoughtful once her ecstasy
had passed.
It was pretty late, and our pattern was to go
straight from afterglow to sleep. But just as I was drifting off, maybe
half an hour later, she started kissing my neck and ear, fondling my
chest, moving to thighs, testicles, penis. I rapidly got hard. I
started running my hands over her, but she said she was ready. She
wanted me to take her from the rear. This position had been more my
favorite than hers, so as we got into position I asked what was going
on. Was she going to ask some big favor of me or break some bad news?
She said No, no, just do it. So I slid in and started back and forth
rather sedately, because that was what had made this position most
tolerable to her. But she said "Faster, deeper!", and I started doing
more of that, still careful of her reaction. She said "Just let go, do
me like an animal!" I finally believed her, and started on long, slow,
very deep strokes, but sped up, faster and faster, deeper and deeper,
not thinking about Mindy as a person, just as an ass, grabbing that ass
roughly with my hands, pounding as deep and hard as I could. It was
such a release to just abandon myself to my basest instincts. It was
almost violent. And before long I felt the orgasm building and rammed
deep into her cunt, exploding semen inside her, at which point she
squeezed me tight with her cunt harder than she ever had before, which
got me to strain even harder and deeper, if such a thing was possible.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and as it faded I pulled out of her and
collapsed on the bed. She did too. She had screamed the moment I came
and kept screaming until I was done.
The next morning I woke to
her fondling my testicles and gently licking my penis. She didn't
usually like giving me oral, but she was really into it that morning,
giving me pleasure like she never had before. I told her I was going to
come pretty soon, and she popped my penis out of her mouth just long
enough to say she would be delighted for me to come in her mouth, if
that's what I wanted. I tried thrusting deeper into her mouth a little,
but then her tongue motion got out of phase. It felt best to just lie
there, and after the most incredible flurry of pleasure to my tip -- I
don't know what she was doing -- I had another huge orgasm. I felt her
bite down very briefly on my penis, though not enough so it hurt. I
don't know whether she swallowed my semen or not -- I didn't
particularly care. She hadn't touched herself between her legs, but I
could see lubricant was oozing out of her onto the sheets. She
confirmed she had had a massive orgasm too. What the heck?
We
got up for the day and went to classes. We weren't due to see each
other that night because she had choir and it went late. But she texted
me that she needed to see me. She skipped choir, which was very unlike
her, and we met in her room at 8pm after I had done a little studying.
We started making out, and soon were naked in bed. She was fondling my
penis. She said that she had wanted to check, but it was still like it
had been the night before and that morning. She was feeling my pleasure
as her own. Every time I came she felt it, way more intense than she
ever did herself. The reason she had wanted me to fuck her hard from
the rear was that she was feeling my pleasure like a storm and wanted
even more. She was dimly aware that her vagina hurt some, but it didn't
matter. And when she had given me the blow job, during her experience
of my orgasm she had involuntarily started biting down until she felt
it like she had bitten her own penis and stopped.
This was very
strange, but I didn't complain. We used to have sex maybe twice a week,
and partly she was pushing herself to do it because she knew I wanted
to. Now she was insatiable. She didn't urge me to touch her much except
to the extent it aroused me. She would have her own orgasm on those
rare occasions when I really wanted her to, but mostly she was
encouraging me to let loose and do whatever gave me the most pleasure,
because she was feeling it too. I was in heaven. But after a while even
I wanted to do some other things in life, wanted time to study, hang
out with other friends. She accepted it, but with less grace I thought
than I had in the old days when I wanted more sex than she did. Later I
learned that the pleasure a girl felt while sharing my orgasm was
compelling in a way that ordinary sexual pleasure is not. Most of us
can be having great sex but if it becomes unavailable we go on. For
Mindy everything else was secondary. Her prime, indispensable pleasure
was feeling my orgasms, and she never tired of it.
We walked
around the campus together sometimes, and naturally enough sometimes we
passed girls who I thought were really hot. The first time that
happened Mindy paused and looked at me, and I thought I was going to
get in trouble for the sin of noticing other girls. But she turned and
looked at the girl too. While I might sneak an occasional peek at a
butt or hemline or cleavage, she stared. This kept happening when we
passed hot girls. After a couple girls gave her a dirty look she
learned to be more discreet. She was feeling the same minor arousal and
longing I was.
She enlisted my aid in an experiment. She had me
masturbate idly in my room while she went to different places. She
found the intensity of her feelings went down as she got a lot farther
away, but they were still pretty intense through a wall ten feet away.
She
asked me about Elise, one of the girls I found especially stunning.
What would I think of having sex with her? I said I didn't want to do
anything to threaten our relationship. At the same moment I said it,
though, a surge of lust went through my body, and Mindy noticed. She
said it might be really great if she could be in the next room to feel
it when I was doing it with another girl. Hmmmm. Mindy knew the girl
who had the room next to mine, and though I don't know what incentives
she offered she had little trouble convincing her to swap rooms with
her. Mindy's plan was to lie in the next room, and with both beds
against the wall they were only a few feet apart. She would experience
her vicarious pleasure. I asked if she really wanted to complicate our
relationship this way, and she kissed me sweetly and said it would be
great. She craved my doing it with another girl in a way she didn't
quite understand. Well, I wasn't going to complain! My girlfriend was
begging me to have sex with another girl, a gorgeous one to boot.
I
had no trouble finding Elise, because she found me. She was friendly --
more than friendly. I knew she would accept if I asked her out, and she
did. Elise and I ended up in my room at the end of our first date, and
she was as gorgeous naked as I had imagined. Naturally enough she
wanted to use a condom, and I registered a little disappointment inside
because I had felt how nice skin on skin had been with Mindy. Elise was
an entirely adequate lover. I made a point of trying to give her an
orgasm by using my fingers while I was on top, and she had a small one.
Just possessing Elise's body was terribly exciting even if she wasn't
moaning and shouting. My orgasm was magnificent. The next day I asked
Mindy how it had gone in the next room, and she just gave a big smile.
The next night Elise said she didn't think a condom was necessary, and
that time the pleasure was even better, and Elise once again had a
small orgasm. The third night was entirely different. From the start
Elise looked more excited, even a little startled at times. Her vagina
was even wetter. She was moaning and breathing hard, which made it even
more exciting for me, and when I came I could see through the fog of my
own ecstasy that Elise was having a tremendous orgasm herself. She
didn't speak for a whole minute, and then she was kissing me all over
and snuggling. And within ten minutes my penis was up again and we did
it again, with the same result.
I later found out that the
reason Elise had been so easy to convince was that despite a number of
partners she had never had an orgasm, and Mindy's report of her own
stunning orgasms with me was allure enough. Mindy had picked up my
disappointment at having to wear a condom the first night and convinced
Elise to skip it the second -- she had regular periods and the next one
was due any day. Elise had faked her orgasms the first two nights and
reported her disappointment to Mindy, who had convinced her to give it
more time, and Elise had been richly rewarded for her perseverance. She
too discovered that it was my pleasure she was feeling instead of her
own. Thinking back, Mindy and I realized that with both of them it was
the second time having sex without a condom when they had first gotten
attuned to my orgasms.
So for a while I was happily making love
with Elise morning and night, meeting her insatiable desire, taking her
gorgeous body over and over and feeling her with me every step of the
way.
With some trepidation, I joined Mindy in breaking the news
to Elise that she had been lying in the bed next door having the same
orgasms. Elise felt incredulous, then betrayed, so she said she wanted
some time to think about our relationship, which I took as a polite way
of breaking up. But she called in three days and asked if she could
come over, and when I took my time considering, she begged. I was
sexually excited anticipating her arrival, and as soon as the door to
my room was shut she was pulling her panties down. But her clothing
caught somehow while she was trying to take them off. I was happy to
take her as she was, pleading eyes, panties half down, up against the
wall, quick, hard and deep. It was amazing. She convulsed too, and
started falling over. I was still dazed in ecstasy but had presence
enough to break her fall, and we soon enough ended up side-by-side on
the bed. In response to Elise's pleading look and wriggling hips with
legs spread wide I got it up again within five minutes and did her
again. Mindy missed those two because she didn't know Elise was coming
over.
Elise took her turn on the bed in the other room while I
kept doing it with Mindy and realized that this arrangement was pretty
good. Then I decided I wanted them both in the room at once. They were
a little squeamish at first, but when they felt my excitement with the
two of them together, they felt the advantages. They discovered that I
could get particularly aroused watching them suck each other's breasts,
slide fingers in and out of each other's vaginas, lick each other
between the legs. I then intervened, sometimes a little roughly, to
break them apart and surge into the vagina of one or the other, and all
three of us would have a huge orgasm together. I liked entering one,
thrusting a while, doing the other from the rear, going back and forth.
Everything I loved, they loved.
I had them pretend to be bitches
in heat, vying for my attention. The mock shoving and biting got a
little out of hand -- these girls did have some reason to be jealous of
each other. So I mated with each of them. The truth was I came in Elise
more often than Mindy. Mindy was plenty attractive, but Elise was the
bombshell.
I was getting plenty of sex, but I still passed girls
on campus who sent a thrill through me. Both Mindy and Elise had a
special craving for the excitement I felt with novelty. I don't know
quite how they did it, but they recruited gorgeous dark-eyed Maribel
with the knowledge this was a multi-person endeavor. Since Mindy and
Elise had gotten attuned to me the second time we had sex without a
condom, we had a hypothesis that something in my semen infected the
girls so that within 24 hours they were sharing in the feeling of my
explosive orgasms. We found a weekend when we were all free. Maribel's
initiation was to watch me humping Elise and see Mindy have an orgasm
at the same time Elise and I did. Then as Elise lay back, Maribel lay
beside her naked with her legs apart too. Mindy scooped semen from
Elise's vagina and slid it into Maribel. I found that very exciting, so
of course Mindy and Elise did too. I was lusting for Maribel, and she
knew how to tease a guy, but I kept doing Elise and Mindy. Maribel had
no special reaction at first, but at 18 hours she started feeling my
orgasms a little and at 24 she was fully hooked. It looked like my
semen had an infectious agent that took about 24 hours to possess its
beneficiary. With the experiment over, I could finally touch and lick
every inch of Maribel I felt like, then plunge into her and let loose
in what felt like conquest. The three of them were delighted to feel it
too. So I did Maribel every day for a week, while Mindy and Elise got
that extra thrill from the novelty.
So now I had three girls who
craved me, or more specifically craved being near me when I had
orgasms. Elise had already tried giving me up and reported it was not
fun. The other two tried abstaining tentatively but quickly saw what
Elise meant. Maribel thought maybe doing it with another guy could let
her get over me if she wanted to, but found it didn't help at all. She
could see him thrusting away but only felt her side of it, and reported
to us that at an emotional level she thought he was mean for not
sharing his pleasure with her.
I liked a variety of companions
in various positions, but I also often enjoyed just one of them at a
time. The other two in the next room could gaze into each other's eyes
and have a guaranteed simultaneous orgasm without even trying. In
search of novelty, we spiced things up. I lay on my back and they took
turns impaling me. Sometimes I was blindfolded and it was delicious to
not know which vagina would engulf me, though I could always tell by
the time I was an inch inside. One girl whispered erotic things in my
ear while I pounded away inside another. I decided I would be intrigued
by seeing one of them peeing, so they got a pan to pee in, and let
loose just as I was ejaculating inside one of the others, and we all
felt the thrill of the novelty of that. Then I had two of them pee at
once. Since my orgasm blew them away, Maribel lost her balance while
she was still peeing and some went on the floor. That was especially
exciting, so I experimented with them peeing on the floor, on each
other, or on a rug. It ruined the rug, but they were happy to toss it
out and buy a new one.
Some things just weren't of interest to
me. I had no interest in anything anal, no interest in inflicting pain
or receiving pain, no interest in humiliating anyone, no interest in
men.
But they hungered for the excitement of a new partner even
more than I did. We knew that if they kept bringing me new girls and I
kept infecting them there would soon be an unmanageable number of them
addicted to me. They felt three was plenty. The simple solution was for
me not to infect them. I could wear a condom. To improve our pleasure,
I could do them without a condom for a while before putting the condom
on to come. I don't know how they managed it, but my three girls found
what seemed an endless stream of other attractive girls who would
happily come in for a single evening, sometimes two or three. When they
judged that I might not find the girl gorgeous, sometimes all I saw was
a bare ass up in the air, the rest of the girl covered, and I fucked
the ass's cunt -- that was the only real way to put it. The novelty of
that was exciting too. Other times a sheet covered the girl, and I just
slid through a little hole in the sheet to a very hot, slick cunt. I
could feel the rest of her body underneath, but not see it.
They
brought me one very sexy girl, almost perfect to my eye, and I did her
fully naked in missionary position. Her vagina was deliciously velvety
and she was getting very excited from nothing but my thrusting in her.
I was really excited too, and I knew it was almost time to pull out and
put on a condom before I came. But I wanted to wait just a second
longer. I could time these things pretty well. But just then she had a
massive orgasm, screamed out and squeezed my penis all at once, and
most importantly suddenly used her hands on my butt to try to push me
deeper. I came before I could get my penis all the way out. I hoped for
the best. We both wanted to do it again anyway, and when we did it two
nights later it was apparent from the start she was hooked, just from
the extra pleasure she felt. So she was screaming from her orgasm and
mine too, and I helped her address her confusion by introducing her to
the other members of the secret sorority she had now joined. That's how
I got Lisa, my fourth girl. I reflected later that if a girl could be
as gorgeous as Lisa, and as sensual, sexually hungry and sexually
responsive, I really wanted her bonded to me anyway. The other three
were not thrilled to have a new member, especially such a gorgeous one,
but they were delighted for the moment as I did Lisa morning and night
for two weeks. They were in the other room, naked, plastered against
the wall and each other, breasts squeezed between bodies, hips
thrusting hungrily, and they convulsed together and were plenty happy.
These
girls catered to my whims. They did my laundry, bought me clothes and
sweets, and cooked me special treats in the dorm kitchen. They attended
my classes to take notes and get assignments, and provided the outlines
of term papers -- something just this side of plagiarism. I only later
found out they fed me one dietary supplement and one approved drug that
increased my sexual stamina and interest. I didn't mind.
Once
Mindy had a tantrum, complaining that I didn't make love to her often
enough. The girls' main pleasure was from sharing my orgasms, but they
enjoyed the direct sensations of my weight, my smell, and being filled
with a throbbing penis. It is true that the other three were picked
because they were gorgeous, while Mindy was just attractive. Even
though she was enjoying the vicarious orgasms, she wanted more. I
banished her. On the fifth day I gave in to her entreaties and she came
whimpering, groveling at my feet and begging forgiveness. The
withdrawal had started making her physically sick. Her color started
returning when I started sliding hungrily back and forth in Maribel,
and when Lisa peed into her mouth she was much more excited from my
excitement than upset by the pee. By instruction she spit it back up
all over Lisa's labia and they all loved the extra spice that lent to
my orgasm. They were all careful from then on to stay polite and
ultimately deferential when arguing with me.
I got the flu. I
was laid low for a full week. I just didn't want anything to do with
sex, despite their attempts to find some way to interest me. They
nursed me tenderly, but got more depressed as the days wore on and my
penis stayed small and inactive. I wanted to sleep alone. After seven
days I woke suddenly in the middle of the night feeling pretty good. I
pulled on a robe and went around the corner to the other room, to find
all four of them asleep, spooned together against the wall, looking
bedraggled and pained even as they slept. They were all naked, since it
reminded them of how they were with me. Standing looking at them I
began idly stroking my penis and it started growing a little. They were
in closest to the wall in order of seniority. So Lisa was closest to me
and I could see her vulva most easily. The area looked small and dry,
almost depressed. As I stroked and got an erection I could see her lips
expand and see a little moisture. The girls were all smiling a little
in their sleep. I stroked a little more and Mindy woke with an excited
start, and the others did too. I told them to stay right where they
were and lift their top leg in the air. I kept stroking to exquisite
pleasure, and could see how all four sets of vulva enlarged, colored,
and a little fluid started leaking out. I slid two fingers into Mindy,
then into Elise, then Maribel, and finally Lisa. I then lay down and
slid into Lisa from the rear. I had an especially large erection and
pumped Lisa strongly, and as I pushed her butt with my strong stroke, I
compressed the four girls close, and then the strong strokes moved and
jiggled all four butts. I hadn't been interested in sex for a week, but
my innards had still been churning away. When I came there was a little
bit of pain as the first flood of semen spurted out, and then there
were five more full spurts. We all convulsed with orgasm, vaginal fluid
oozing from Mindy, Elise and Maribel, semen gushing back out of Lisa.
None of us had been sleeping well, and we collapsed straight from
afterglow to a sound sleep for six more hours. We got back into our
happy routines in a couple days.
I knew I had struggled on the
finals for my courses at the end of the spring term, but was still
surprised to find I had flunked two and was told I had to take a year
off. The girls didn't do so well either, but none of them flunked out.
But they all quit school too and we rented a house. I went to visit my
parents for a week and then my grandparents. The girls rented a van and
followed me. At least once a day I found a way to get out long enough
to join them in the van for one or two fine orgasms. I took them in a
rotation, while another whispered in my ear how manly I was, how
powerful I was, how they were all mine forever and I should fuck this
particular one with my magnificent shaft and fill her with sperm. We
took other van trips to fulfill the barest visiting obligations the
girls felt with their own families.
As the summer ended and we
got into a routine, Maribel and Mindy found jobs to support us. Elise
and Lisa shopped, cooked, cleaned, and catered to my every whim. Lisa
slept with me at night, washed me in the shower, toweled me dry, and
dressed me. Elise cooked delicacies. I surfed the web, went running,
took a turn in the hot tub most days. Elise gave me massages, sometimes
while I was idly stroking my penis back and forth in Lisa.
But
my main role was to have as many of the biggest, most primally
satisfying orgasms as I could. I made sure to make love to Maribel and
Mindy strongly at least once each day, making sure they felt included
and thanking them for earning us our money.
Once we were taking
a van trip far from home when I spied the most amazingly beautiful
teenage girl walking down a country road. My girls all felt an echo of
my lust for her. Maribel stopped the van. Lisa and Mindy started a
conversation with her, and she took us up on the ride they offered. Her
name was Vanessa. Four wholesome young women and a young man seemed
like a safe ride. Maribel was driving and I was in the passenger seat.
On the bench seat behind they seated Vanessa in the middle with Mindy
on one side and Elise on the other. Lisa sat on the floor facing
Vanessa, her back to us up front. Reading my interest, Mindy had her
hand on her shoulder from one side as they spoke, and Elise had her
hand on her knee. Vanessa didn't think much of it as first, she just
thought these young women were into physical affection. Lisa was
stroking her calves, but then anticipating my excitement she started
sliding her hands up the inside of her thighs. A thrill of excitement
rippled through all of us as I saw Lisa's hands disappear under her
dress. Then Vanessa said to please give her some space. But the three
girls realized that holding her against her will would also excite me,
and it did. Maribel was aware of her own wet panties and a surge of
lust, so she found a safe place to pull the car over. I half-stood and
said "Girls, this isn't right!" as my penis strained and twitched in my
underpants. But the girls looked at me pleadingly. Maribel unfastened
my belt and pants and pulled them and my underpants down. I didn't stop
her, and freed my penis so it wouldn't get caught. Lisa pushed
Vanessa's dress up to reveal hot pink panties, which she pushed to the
side to reveal some lovely young labia. Vanessa kept saying "No, no,
no!" but didn't struggle much physically. Maribel pushed me and I fell
forward over Lisa, catching my fall on Vanessa's head and shoulder.
Within seconds the girls had me over Vanessa's lap, my penis right at
her vaginal opening. They were holding her labia open. Maribel pushed
me and the tip of my penis was kissed by the hot wetness of Vanessa's
inner labia. I can't say they gave me no choice. I could have broken
free. Did I figure we had already committed a serious crime, so what
harm would a little more be? Not really. I wanted her desperately, so I
plunged in, over and over and over again. The four girls and I were all
breathing heavily. After maybe 30 seconds I lunged and surged semen
deep inside her. All five of us cried out and convulsed with a huge
long orgasm, and as it faded everyone let go of Vanessa and collapsed
in a gasping heap. Then all five of us realized what a despicable thing
we had just done. We were all talking at once, apologizing to Vanessa.
We frantically thought of ways to make amends. We scraped together
$1,220 in cash and slid it into her bra. We argued about whether we
could beg her not to report it, reaching no consensus. Vanessa told us
her last name and where she lived, but then her daze wore off. As we
were still arguing she started struggling to get out, and we couldn't
face holding her against her will any more while we figured things out.
Aware of the danger, we made sure we never let anything get out of hand
like that again.
She decided not to report us and just wanted to
put the whole thing out of her mind. Then we learned by surveillance
that she got withdrawal symptoms, because she was infected. My girls
were wracked by guilt knowing what it would be like for her. They tried
to figure out a way I could have an orgasm close enough to help her
out, but we couldn't think of a way that wasn't way too risky for us.
She also got pregnant, and to everyone's surprise and relief the
withdrawal symptoms stopped. Morning sickness was a blessed relief in
comparison.
At four months she had to explain her pregnancy and
then told her story: Four lovely young women had offered her a ride,
then molested her and held her down while begging a young man to rape
her. When he had his climax all five of them had convulsed and lay
panting. They showed profound remorse, they gave her money, they argued
about whether to ask her not to tell anyone. Parents, doctors,
counselors, police and lawyers listened politely and fidgeted. They all
figured that however she may have managed to get pregnant, it was not
like that. They couldn't get any other story out of her. There was only
a pro forma investigation.
We never spoke directly about coming
clean about Vanessa's rape. But we all knew that the genetic evidence
would link me directly to the baby, and even if I was just held
temporarily in jail it would leave them all in withdrawal. We couldn't
really undo what we had done to Vanessa, and we knew it would never
happen again. Once when we learned Vanessa was having a hard time of it
financially we left her $50,000 in small bills with a cryptic note
saying it was from the baby's father.
We lived a pleasant life,
but it was not clear we wanted to live this way forever. The girls knew
from their attempts to leave me and from my week with the flu that they
were seriously addicted. If Vanessa could escape the addiction by
having my baby, maybe they could too. They would get away from me in
one sense, but not in another, as I would always be their child's one
and only biological father.
As for me, I'll live this life as a coddled sex maniac as long as they are willing.
Yesterday
I did Maribel before she got dressed for work, Elise in the shower,
Lisa on the living room sofa, Elise bent over the counter as she was
preparing lunch, Lisa in the hot tub, and then took a little time off.
Mindy called ahead to say she wanted it in the back seat of her car
just as soon as she pulled into the garage, and I complied, the other
three tagging along behind to enjoy their own orgasms at the special
excitement. Before bed I did Maribel from the rear while Elise fondled
my testicles, while I watched Lisa and Mindy finger fuck each other
while sucking on each other's breasts. And in the middle of the night I
woke up to push Lisa on her back and do her in a twenty-stroke quickie.
The three others had orgasms in their sleep.