Penny --
She tasted his cum and felt her mind melt away. Sight and sound disappeared and she became a creature of touch, every nerve in her body flashing with nuclear reaction. Even the air around her body caressed her lustfully. From the tips of her toes to the crown of her skull she could feel nothing but pleasure... pleasure... pleasure...
She tasted his cum and could not think with words. She had thoughts, but they were all images and feelings. Images of herself floating in negative space, naked and happy, covered in lipstick marks and bruises and hickeys. Feelings of insurmountable joy, impassable satisfaction. It was an epiphany of her identity, of what she desired most of all.
She tasted his cum and felt safe. A million obstacles couldn't take this feeling away from her. Only
he
could. But somehow she thought that would never happen, that as long as she did everything right he wouldn't take it away. So of course, she resolved, she would do anything he wanted her to do.
She tasted his cum and forgot her name. She tasted his cum and wanted nothing else. She tasted his cum, and she tasted pure perfection.
**********
Charlie --
Even after all these years, his cock betrayed him. It was like a Pavlovian response. Seeing another girl quake and climax just from the taste of his cum was all it took to get him hard again. He found himself wanting so desperately to fuck Penny, to pound her even more senseless than she already was, to let her sink deeper into the role of the obedient fuck slave. All he needed to do was give her a fresh dose of cum and he could Rewire her. Without that, he could make small adjustments to existing pieces of her mind. But with enough of it in her mouth or better yet, in her pussy, Charlie could change everything about her.
"No," he growled to himself. "Not again."
He couldn't risk it. Not with her. Penny was perfect the way she was, ticks and flaws and all. It was the flaws that made the person. Without those, Penny would just be a factory made human. She would cease to be Penny.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. Penny fell asleep not long after swallowing his cum, unable to handle the pleasure any longer. Her hand had found her clit after some searching, and Charlie knew she was dreaming of him. Even in her sleep, she would be utterly infatuated with the concept of obeying every command in the hopes of earning another serving of his cum.
Unless he did something about it.
"Be careful..." he told himself. "Be really
fucking
careful."
Charlie left their bedroom and sat in the kitchen, still naked, still hard as a rock. Even without her glorious body to look at, he could not get rid of his raging hard on. Her face was etched into his mind, relaxing as the heavenly sensations washed over her, eyes rolling up into her skull.
His dick throbbed with every beat of his heart, which had grown too fast by half.
Write it down,
he thought.
Write down your instructions, and don't give her anything but what's on that page.
That was the safest way of doing it. So long as he focused on his own list, he would not be as tempted to improvise and add in anything unhealthy.
When Penny awoke, Charlie waited to see how she felt. She spoke slowly, dreamily, like she'd been asleep for years. But quickly she hopped up, looking rejuvenated. Charlie almost gasped as he saw the way she
glowed
.
God... I forgot about that part.
He would never have believed it the first time if not for this. Penny's skin, pale and smooth, was glowing incandescently, as though she were an angel. His seed was combining with her very essence, linking them thoroughly and permanently. The afterglow was just a side effect of that.
But god, was she beautiful. Charlie stood and walked to her, gently placing his hands on her hips and looking down into her eyes. She beamed at him, and he heard her think,
I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
"Charlie," she said, "did you like it?"
"I loved it," he told her. "I love
you
."
"I love you too. I... can't believe how amazing that felt," she sighed.
"It's real," he said. "And you can have it whenever you want."
She glowed a little brighter, and her expression fell to a kind of desperate blankness, like the only thing on her mind was serving him. He knew that look all too well.
Penny dropped to her knees and moaned as his cock brushed against her cheek. Unable to wait another second, she grasped his cock and shoved it as far into her mouth as she could. The love of his life stroked and worshipped him, her skin getting brighter and brighter. She moaned and gasped for air every few seconds, and Charlie felt his knees buckling. Already her lust amplified her ability to pleasure him. He could feel another orgasm coming on while she began to glow so brightly that he had to close his eyes. But the light of her body consumed every inch of their bedroom, seeping past his eyelids, getting hotter, getting thicker. Charlie thought he might go blind as he came into her mouth once again...
And woke up, sweating, panting, to find himself still wearing pajamas and sleeping beside Penny. She was clothed too, and she was not glowing, not really. The sun was shining through the window and illuminating her much like in the dream. Charlie cursed at himself for dreaming such a terrifying thing.
But I can trust myself,
he thought.
It was just a stupid dream. I'm not that person anymore.
He understood himself completely.
But he also understood why it made his cock so fucking hard.
**********
Lanie --
She was in the middle of brushing her teeth when she felt it. It was like a hot flash, a wave through her entire body that burned if only for a second. She felt it tingling in her head for a moment, and then it swallowed her whole, making her knees wobble for a second. It was over as quickly as it started, though afterward she felt very light-headed, and suddenly became aware of how nice it felt to have a toothbrush in her mouth.
I thought I'd gotten over that
, she told herself. It had been a long time since she had a feeling like this.
Once upon a time, Lanie could barely function without something in her mouth. The fixation appeared in her life quite suddenly, just as she was turning eighteen. First she chewed gum, but when that became too expensive she resorted to chewing on wax. But that left a film inside her mouth and an aftertaste that she did not like. Chewing on pens was fine, but once she broke through the damn thing and filled her mouth with black ink, Lanie stopped chewing pens.
The most reliable option, she decided, was one of her own fingers. Sure, they would end up pruny and wet all day, but at least she didn't have to purchase them, and she had no worry of accidentally biting one of them off.
Only about a month into her oral fixation, she started to become increasingly horny. Lanie never truly considered herself a sexual person until then, and the abrupt transition left her confused at times. She would be focused on her day, studying or running errands or practicing her art, when suddenly the finger in her mouth started to feel good. So she would lightly start to suck on it, even let it slide over her tongue. And before she knew it, her underwear was damp. Having a finger already covered in saliva just made it too easy.
For a little under a year, Lanie simply could not get enough of it. Her boyfriend at the time was sweet; he never pressured her for sex despite his known sexual reputation around school. Even watching her suck on her fingers all the time, he never made a comment or suggestion. That was all her.
She'd given Charlie head a few times, merely for the sake of experiment. At first it wasn't that meaningful to her, and she was certain that she did not nearly measure up to his exes. She even tried tasting his cum once, though she could not recall anything of the taste, she remembered how much of it there was.
But after her strange obsession began, Lanie found new pleasure in giving Charlie blowjobs. Nothing was better for her mouth than his erect manhood. It gave her genuine physical pleasure, a lightheadedness and tingling sensation much like what she was feeling now.
Maybe it's just a memory
, Lanie thought, pushing and pulling the toothbrush in and out of her mouth slowly.
I can have a little fun thinking about it. There's no harm in that.
She did look back fondly on her experiences with him. Charlie was her first, and so far her best. They always made love gently and slowly, and yet he could make her climax and quake two or three times without changing rhythm.
She looked out the bathroom door and into her bedroom. Preston was still fast asleep, arm draped over his eyes, snoring lightly. She almost considered sauntering over and pulling his cock out, like Charlie used to love. But somehow she thought it better to leave it, and let that be a special thing between the two of them. She loved Preston dearly, but treating him like Charlie was not a healthy way to live in a relationship.
Instead she closed the bathroom door and stepped into the shower, pulling the head down and turning the hot water on. With two fingers in her mouth and a constant jet of hot water streaming onto her clit, Lanie pictured him once again. The smile on his face when she let her tongue run the length of his shaft made every blowjob worth it, even if she didn't get the chance to finish. The smile alone made her feel accomplished and sexy. The pleasure of feeling him slide in and out of her lips was the bonus.
It did not take long for her to cum. Lanie bit her lip just a little too hard as her body shook, but she managed to remain nearly silent until it ebbed away. She washed herself thoroughly, and stepped out to dry off.
Preston was awake when she came out in her robe. "Good morning," he yawned, stretching. "You're looking happy today."
"I think it's going to be a good day," she said, plopping down beside him on the bed. Preston was an unconventional kind of handsome. He would never be the fantasy of every awakening teen, never on the cover of
GQ
, and that's what she loved about his face. He did not lack good looks, it was more like he was made just for her.
"Do you know what you're wearing tonight?" he asked. She'd been debating with herself for a week, but she finally picked.
"The blue one," she said.
He smiled. "I love that one. Expecting any old friends?"
"It's only a five year reunion. I've never even heard of another school doing anything like that. So I guess we'll see."
**********
Alex --
It was already past noon, and Alex still hadn't stopped shaking. The aftershocks came slower now, but the magnitude remained the same. It was the longest an orgasm had refused to leave her body since...
"One, two, three, four, five," she whispered. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Alexis. Alexis. Alexis."
Alex hadn't done that in years. But she remembered how pivotal it was to her rehabilitation. Luckily, she felt nowhere near the emptiness she had back then. Still, she could remember.
She'd felt like a child again, blissfully ignorant of everything that once terrified her. Before it happened, she thought about where she would go to college, she thought about money and death and disease. But one day it just stopped, and the planet Earth looked beautiful again. The worst she ever felt was when she stubbed her toe.
Until school started again.
