Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (4 page)

"How's she taste?"

"Good…" Gwen answered blandly, lowering back to the couch. In truth, the younger girl's taste was incredibly complex, full of indescribable intimacy and sexuality.

But Lydia's flavor
was still her favorite.

Surprised at her own thought, she blinked, watching Aubrey return to the mattress. Rachel dove in, tongue out, hands gripping lithe thighs.
Her moist tongue dove into glistening folds, luridly lapping.

"Enjoying yourself?" Emma asked, smacking her whip against her hand.

Gwen realized, with some dismay, that she'd been rubbing herself rather vigorously. Slowing in embarrassment, she watched the girls, so as not to have to lock gazes with Emma.

It was too late, in any case… she'd crossed some internal threshold, and now her body wanted its promised orgasm.
She felt the heat growing again, and her thoughts raced with sexuality. "Sixty-nine," she accidentally said out loud.

Happy to oblige, the two girls climbed on top of one another, breasts and tummies pressed together,
outstretched tongues curled into pussies.

Gwen's gaze kept bouncing between each girl's working mouth and Rachel's grip on Aubrey's ass.
They seemed so passionate…

H
er hand lost the last of its hesitation.

She began breathing deeper, and adjusted her position on the couch.

It's actually getting to me
, she thought, both terrified and turned on.

But
after all the night's efforts, her hand was getting tired…

Wincing against her own desire, but unable to resist, she pulled her jeans down to her ankles.
"Rachel…"

The two girls untangled, and Rachel crawled over on her hands and knees, smiling with excitement.

Lydia and Emma both made noises of surprised approval.

Gwen told herself that the drugs were probably messing with her still. Yeah, that made sense. Also, her hand was tired, and if she was being forced to get off anyway…
this girl's skill had certainly been talked up. She was… curious. Yes, that was the word, she decided.

Rachel crawled in between her legs, rolled a warm breath against her heated sex…

"Oh, but you forgot the most important rule," Emma interrupted. "If you participate, you're fair game too. Lose the shirt and get on the mattress."

Worried, but too turned on to stop, Gwen threw her shirt on the floor and fell to the mattress. Rachel followed her,
sliding in between her legs without hesitation. The girl's expert tongue went to work, picking up where her own hand - and, earlier, Lydia's tongue - had left off.

The tongue thrusting into her folds felt so incredible, she had no willpower to hesitate or refuse when Aubrey
clambered over and sat right on her face.

That intimate flavor returned to her tongue. Her rationalizations were quick and almost cursory - after all, she'd just tasted this girl a moment ago, and her pussy was so pretty anyway, and Rachel's tongue felt
so good
…

Gripping Aubrey's ass in the same places Rachel had a few minutes before, she buried her face in the girl's tight pussy.

The pleasure and sexuality surging through her body rose to mind-numbing intensity. She could see herself, almost as if she was outside her own body, face up in one girl's pussy and getting expertly serviced by another, breasts exposed to the air, nipples hard…

She felt a presence sit on the mattress next to her, and Lydia's now-familiar hands began massaging her erect nipples - as if the woman somehow knew exactly what she wanted.

Pulling Aubrey tighter and losing herself in licking pussy, Gwen realized that Lydia probably
did
know exactly what she wanted… because she was a woman, too.

That simple fact seemed to hit her with endless mental dissonance - and soaring taboo pleasure.
This was what they'd been trying to get her into… lesbian sex… Aubrey's sigh above dropped the last of her inhibitions.

In between lick
s, despite herself, she gave a low moan.

"There it is," Emma said softly.

Lydia gave a little laugh of appreciation.

Wrapped up in heat and passion, Gwen resented giving them what they wanted, but she really couldn't stop herself.
She wanted, more than anything, to make this girl come against her face. That animal desire mixed with the pleasure from Rachel's expert tongue and Lydia's kneading to totally overwhelm her. All she could think about was the indescribable sense memories of Emma and Lydia getting off against her mouth, and Lydia's inner walls clenching against her finger…

And it had become clear that Rachel was slowing her ministrations, edging her orgasm,
keeping her pent-up and heated.

Frustration mixed with her lust and pleasure, spurring her on. She instinctively knew what Rachel was waiting for. She would only be allowed to orgasm once Aubrey came…

Right in front of her, she could see the brunette's clit had finally come out to play. Surprised by her own eagerness, she brought her lips to the girl's knob and began sucking.

Aubrey
began massaging and pinching her boyish breasts, her breathing heavy and her eyes closed. She clenched her thighs a little closer.

Gwen managed to flick her tongue between her sucking lips, using the tip to stimulate the girl's clit. Her effort elicited a desperate moan and a deep in-take of breath.

As Aubrey audibly approached orgasm, Rachel finally stopped teasing and began pressuring her clit with her tongue. The girl's fingers entered her and found her G spot, caressing it perfectly.

The pleasure crackling through her awareness became so intens
e it almost approached painful. She was forced to make noises of enjoyment deep in her throat just to let off some of the pressure… it felt as if her entire existence had become one endless orgasm without beginning or end.

A wash of j
uices splashed down her face and chin, startling her.

Aubrey curled over her head, panting.

Blinking, Gwen realized the girl had gushed all over her face. That only seemed to make her pleasure more intense, and she struggled to breathe as Rachel's tongue and fingers - and Lydia's kneading hands - filled her body with fire.

She rode it as long as she could, until she felt like she might pass out. She gave one last moan and pulled away from both of them, rolling on her side on the now-wet mattress.

She laid still for a minute or two, recovering, while Emma and Lydia talked over her. She couldn't really understand their words. All she could do was breathe and let the pain and pleasure fade from her head.

Through all of it, though, she still had a small kernel of her mind working on figuring out what the hell was going on. She knew what they were about, now - tying her orgasms to licking pussy, only letting her get off while pleasuring a woman - they were trying to train her body and mind to
crave lesbian sex.

Pressing her legs together defensively, running over the night's events, she
had a terrible fear that their plan might actually be working. How long had Aubrey and Rachel been there? How long would it take before she
couldn't
get off without her face buried in pussy?

All these worries rushed through her thoughts, even as half of her eagerly relived her incredible orgasms… her body didn't know any better. Her body loved it, and was eager for more…

The brush whip struck her ass harshly. "Break's over!"

Still breathing hard, covered in sweat and juices, she looked up weakly to see Emma final
ly naked herself. The woman's lithe body seemed to mirror the smooth leather she'd been wearing - tight, sexual, with round, firm breasts a little smaller than her own. She held the brush whip in her hand, and around her waist, she finished tightening a harness.

Gwen looked down, her sight falling on the large black strap-on dildo Emma obviously intended to use on her.
"God," she panted. "I don't know if I can take much more… please…"

Emma approached and forcefully rolled her onto her hands and knees, putting her in a doggy-style position.
"Good. That's how it goes. More pleasure than you can possibly handle. Gotta break those inhibitions of yours, and you certainly won't have any left when we're done with you."

"But -" another smack of the whip on her ass silenced her complaint.

"Let's see," Emma mused, massaging her ass cheeks and touching her engorged, dripping sex lightly. "Who haven't you serviced yet? Me, Lydia, Aubrey… ah, Rachel."

Face screwed up in anticipation of the large toy about to enter her, Gwen watched the black-haired girl approach bearing a salacious grin.

Despite herself, she looked down, watching the girl's bare sex as she positioned herself on her back on the mattress. Her clit was clearly visible already, and… pierced, with a stud! She wasn't sure why that surprised her so much, given Rachel's studded nipples. She found herself wondering how the piercing would affect received pleasure… and how the piercing might feel between her lips or against her tongue.

Realizing her own ant
icipation, she sighed in defeat.

"Mmm, yes," Emma commented. "Love that sound."

Gwen could feel the strap-on's head gently touching her already-sore sex. She drooped her head between Rachel's opened legs.

Lydia pulled her head up by her hair. "Just give in, Gwen. Enjoy yourself.
It's what you wanted, right?… you drank a little too much, maybe did some ecstasy, started thinking about that time in the changing room, you got curious, and ran into that same woman out with her girlfriend, and they hit on you in just the right way…"

Gwen shook her head, confused. Is that what
had happened? She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there, and she certainly felt drugged up somehow…

"Have you ever had sex this good?" Lydia whispered in her ear. "I bet you're glad you came home with us now."

The story seemed tenuous and hard to corroborate with her memories, but the powerful urges from her body made her ready to believe almost anything.

"I wanted this…?" she breathed. "I wanted to try it…" she said to herself, more as a statement than a question.

"She asked you if you've ever had sex this good," Emma said from behind her, sliding the toy up and down against her puffy lips, both teasing and threatening.

Gwen clutched t
he mattress, her confusion fading, replaced by a strange sense of acceptance.

When she didn't answer, the brush whip came down on her ass again.

She finally spoke, her words quiet, almost whispered. "… fuck me…"

The brush whip struck her again, making her wince.

"Fuck me," she said again, looking up at Rachel's expectant grin with a lust-filled expression.

The strike came a third time, leaving a stinging mark on her bare ass.

"Fuck me!" she shouted.

Emma chuckled. "That's more like it."

The toy slid in her sopping sex, filling her and forcing her folds apart with pleasurable pain. Straining against the presence inside her, she leaned her head down, eager to pleasure Rachel.

"Look at our little
lesbian whore," Lydia commented happily, caressing her back. "Darling, I believe we've broken our first straight girl!"

Emma
just grunted with approval and gave her first real thrust.

Gwen almost screamed, but her mouth was busy against Rachel's mound.
She loved being called a whore - she realized that was the part she was loving the most: servicing and getting serviced, burying her face in pussy, pleasuring her Mistresses and their slaves… she could see herself, getting fucked and eating pussy, the most sexual she'd ever been… she felt fulfilled, dirty, taboo, and hot as hell.

And Rachel tasted so fucking good.

Mouth sloppily around the girl's whole mound, her tongue delving deep, she lapped up her fourth taste of pussy. Dark, sensual, and sharply sexual - like Rachel herself - the flavor pulled her in and hooked her.

The thrusting, massive presence insid
e her answered another craving entirely. It filled her up, made her feel animalistic, and she loved the thought of
women
seeing her like that - ass up, curves exposed, her sex offered for their enjoyment…

She flicked her tongue around Rachel's clit piercing, relishing the way the metal stud felt in her mouth. She could see the girl react deeply to every stimulation, her naked body flushing with arousal and pleasure, her nipples hardening around their studded piercings.

Even as she began thrusting back hard against Emma's fucking, she grinned up at Rachel, teasing the girl the way she'd teased her.

Rachel set her jaw forward, desperately arching up in pursuit of her tongue. "You bitch," she panted, excited.

Gwen's smile turned sultry, and she continued teasing, working the girl into a frenzy. When it seemed like her victim could take no more, she finally relented, pressing her tongue against pierced clit.