Mind Writing Pt. 08: Emerald

TW: questionable consent; brainwashing; forced orgasms; incest reference

There was no moment of awkwardness - I didn't allow there to be. If I was doing what I thought I was doing - sharing a fantasy with people who were, at least once I was done with them, happy to participate, then I didn't want a single moment of shadow in there. Not a moment of doubt, or dark reflection, or questioning.

Not that I wanted to take away their agency or anything - they were still the people they were. I would never do to anyone again what I'd done to Holly and Erin. No, what I was doing here was... allowing them to experience something typical societal rules wouldn't allow.

I was sharing this with them.

So, as Sam slipped out of Shona's bed for a quick shower, leaving Ali and me to recover, breathless and sweaty and sticky, in a short moment of privacy we saw each other and laughed.

Like, really laughed.

'What the fuck,' Ali eventually whined, like it was some atrocious act she had participated in. She rolled, burying her face in the pillows, the mess of bedsheets around us a testament to the unbelievable thing we'd just done.

'I know,' I laughed, as Ali turned towards me. She didn't cover herself, and the view of her glistening chest, with a trail of slickened hair drawing a line across her left tit drew my eye. Apparently it didn't matter that she'd just been fucked senseless moments ago - I was still ready to see her cum again.

'What is it you do,' she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she wiped her brow, peering up at me with those innocent, doe-like eyes. 'It was the same when you were together... you bring out this wildness in me.'

I shrugged. 'I don't know.'

Her eyes narrowed. 'Bullshit. Sam's amazing - and I mean, amazing - but no matter what he does, or what I do, I don't cum like that with anyone else.'

It was an admission I hadn't expected, but the idea that Ali had gone off fucking guys and not being able to reach the heights she did with me was... hot.

It was also a confirmation of something I'd been worried about. Not worried-worried, but a little.

'Thanks?' I tried, but Ali shook her head.

'Nah - you do something, Jamie. I don't know what it is - maybe you have some aphrodisiac you've snuck into our drinks or something, but... Sam has never been that-way-inclined, if you know what I mean.'

I thought to the way he'd quite happily fed me his length, and the moans of pleasure he'd let out as I slickened him with my inexperienced tongue.

'He seemed to like it,' I said simply, but she frowned.

And, to stop any further questions, I tuned in, and pulled down her doubt. For good measure, I tugged up her contentment and acceptance, letting her soften against me. Her form went a little slack as she leaned into me, our naked bodies a testament to the relationship we'd once had. We fit together quite well, it seemed.

And, just as I was about to do something stupid, I felt another presence coming up the stairs. For a moment, my heart dropped at the idea of it being Shona, and the question I'd have of managing to resist having Ali and Shona, so well-fucked and horny and at my mercy, nude and presenting themselves for me - would I be able to resist that? Hold myself back?

But, the question was allayed as not Shona, but Hannah stumbled in, wearing nought but black lingerie that made her already sultry form downright porn-star-like, and a pair of white socks.

I frowned - had she been wearing socks before?

But, as her eyes locked onto mine, I dispelled the thought. Her intention was clear, and as she closed the door behind us, it became clear. The sound of Sam's shower dimmed, and the threat of Shona's intrusion vanished as the lock clicked shut.

Then, she turned to face us both. Ali perked up, sitting to see the seductress who had just joined us.

'I just fucked your mum,' she said, with a smirk on her lips that made my well-fucked length throb, hardening against all odds. 'Your choice - who's next, you or your boyfriend?'

I looked at Ali, and tuned in. I could already feel her hesitation, trepidation, even a hint of fear setting in. But, beneath I could feel her arousal, curiosity. All the good things, being held back by fear, by the unknown.

So, I did what any sensible, kind-hearted psychic would do, and waved away the fears she held like cobwebs off a dresser. Then, for good measure, I pulled up her bravery.

'Me,' she said, sitting up. Then, she looked up at me. 'Us.'

Hannah looked surprised - impressed, even. 'Oh?'

I laughed, too, as Ali leant over me, pushing the duvet off me with ease - not that I tried to stop her in any way.

Her hand glided across my chest, taking her mother's bedspread with it, and as the cool of the air met me I sighed. Ali moved in, kissing me as her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking me softly to hardness again - which, in all honesty, was a bit of a challenge. It had been a hell of a day.

So, in took her hand off me, and beckoned Hannah over, who crawled onto the bed like something out of a wet dream - pale, draped in black lace and sex, her lips red and her face flushed.

Ali, by comparison, looked positively innocent - her hair, messy and unkempt, matched her unsure manner. She was an insect caught in a web of sex, cast by me; Hannah was another spider altogether. A predator, assured of her power and her alluring ways - and she knew it.

That's what drove me mad about her.

She came up on my left, as Ali hovered on my right, both of them gorgeous and soft and flushed. In their heads, I could feel the tension - the wanting to do more. Ali hesitated out of her inexperience. Hannah was waiting for my permission.

Instead of waiting, I flushed them both with a wave of daring, danger, and arousal, letting their instincts wash over them. Then, I sat back and watched as the first two women I'd ever fucked leaned over me, their lips meeting in lust-fuelled, lazy kisses, tongues slick and hair mingling. Hannah's hand stroked Ali's chin, asserting herself as the dominant. The one who does the fucking.

The fucker.

Which, of course, made Ali the fucked. Submissive, accepting. As I tuned in, I pushed those roles a little, allowing Ali to relax and feel trusting, while Hannah I gave pushes of power, of eagerness.

Over me, they made-out, until Hannah's hand wrapped around my length, stroking me again. This time, I was already hard - watching two of your sexual conquests enjoying each other the way they were doing had a good chance of doing that - and her pleased purr rolled through both me and Ali.

'Down,' Hannah said through Ali's lips, and in Ali's submissive state she obeyed unquestioningly. Together, limbs trailing and lips meeting, they slipped down me, until the shared hot breath that fell from their heaving chests was warming the head of my cock.

I was red, and sore, and I knew I wouldn't last another hard fucking - hell, I might not even have another orgasm in me. I was spent. Well and truly spent.

But, as Ali's lips kissed one side of my cock's head, and Hannah kissed the other, I couldn't help but moan into the air, leaning back into Shona's pillows. My eyes closed as I let the sensations wash over me, the soft smacking of two sets of lips sending shivers through me I'd never felt before.

It was so... calm.

Maybe that was an odd word to use - but a lot of the sex I'd had, I'd induced a level of aggression to it. I'd led the action, pushing for a hard fuck that ended with breathless, heaving chests. But, this time, we were starting there.

Which meant we were going somewhere else. Somewhere I didn't know.

It was... lovely. Loving.

My fingers slid into their hair, one hand each, as I held them there. Softly, I just let them each taste me, kissing each other or licking my shaft, or a little of both. It was... worship, in a way.

They were worshipping the cock that had given them something no one else could, just like Ali had said. Hell, Hannah had said it too, that without me she'd nearly gone insane. And, yes, it was a dangerous line to tread - but the reality was that I was always going to use this gift during sex. I just was.

It was too good not to.

So, why not spend this time, my late-teens, in a village I was so nearly leaving, to experiment with what that could do? With what I was capable of doing with people, especially when I leaned into what they wanted already?

Hannah was a slut - the fact that she was sucking my balls into her mouth while wearing lingerie that would have made the Jamie from a month ago bust in his underwear proved that. Ali was my first, and she was still trying to fight the fact that she was a slut. Funnily enough, fighting that simply meant worshipping Hannah's neck while she sucked my balls - one step down the food chain.

I didn't tune in - I didn't need to anymore. I just let them loose. Slow and sensual, they pleasured me, without a thought to themselves.

I couldn't help it. I loved it.

Loved it.

'Fuck, you're good at this,' I moaned as their tongues dragged, soft and slick, against the underside of my cock, as Hannah's lips popped off my balls with a lewd schpop.

'I could do this all day,' Ali moaned, before taking the head into her mouth - the first to actually take me inside them. I groaned, the slow, sensual actions and the gentle caresses of their hands across my thighs, hips, stomach - all of it was near-spiritual in how it made me feel.

The door rattled, and I realised that we'd locked out Sam. He didn't know about Hannah in here - to his mind, I was taking back the girlfriend I saw as mine. And, frankly, from the way she took me to the hilt, her chin pressing into my groin, it was tempting.

Fuck, it was tempting to use my gift, claim them both as my own. Slaves to my cock, happy and willing to serve, to pleasure, to fuck.

I even tuned in - listening, if nothing else, to the way their minds drifted and melded and slipped between arousal and motivation. Both of them had a certain determination I hadn't really expected, even though it never reached intense levels that I had felt before, it was... deeper than that.

This was worth more.

I felt Sam outside, the flash of anger, and concern, and confusion. And, in a moment of mercy that was, I had to admit, a rarer thing than usual for me, I relented. I pulled Hannah back by the hair, and looked into her expectant eyes.

'Let him in,' I told her. Hannah nodded, and slipped off me, as Ali continued to choke myself on my cock. As Hannah opened the bedroom door, Sam's eyes immediately fell upon Ali's backside, soft and pert - before sliding up to her view of her mouth, open and stuffed, as she worshipped me.

Hannah's hand, as she felt my intentions - or, had her own intentions that simply happened to align with my own - slid across Sam's chest as he held the towel around his waist. He looked at Hannah, who peeked over his shoulder in a way that was undoubtedly adorable, before looking back to Ali.

Hannah's hand travelled down, slipping under the towel, and he sighed as she made it drop around his ankles. The lust coursing through him was... evident, as Hannah's hand closed around his length, stroking him to hardness as he watched his girlfriend choke on her ex's cock.

I stroked Ali's cheek, before urging her off. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up, and I searched her mind to find that hint of disappointment, and replaced it with arousal - excitement - lust.

She gasped, shifting her hips a little as she lay on the bed next to me, that pert butt upturned wonderfully. I leaned down a little, and she stretched to meet me, looking for a kiss - but I stopped short.

'I'm tired,' I told her. 'Whatever you were about to do to me, do it to him.'

Ali's eyes, glossy and wide, flashed with disappointment, before she turned to face Sam - his cock in Hannah's hand as she stroked him, still dressed in that black lingerie.

Then, as a little gift to myself, I placed a block on Sam so that he wouldn't be able to cum until he had given both Ali and Hannah orgasms. Maybe it was less of a gift to me than to them, but equally, I knew it would help me sleep better thinking that he was going to get the night of a lifetime.

Plus, for him, it really was just one night. For me, this was forever. Or, at least, as much as I wanted it.

So, as I stood and moved out of the way for Sam to be led cock-first by Hannah to the bed, replacing me in their luxurious grasp of tongues and lips and moans, I pulled on my underwear, plus Sam's shirt - as it was the best thing I could find, and closed the door behind me.

I tuned out, happy to let them enjoy themselves for the time being, and to let myself recover for a little while. However, as I started to make my way downstairs, I remembered the last member of our little tryst group - Shona.

Who, presumably, was only a few minutes off the back of being fucked by Hannah.

I wondered if she had moved, or if she'd stayed downstairs to cook dinner after Hannah had turned her over. Or, of course, if she had fucked Hannah silly, keeping her wits about her - after all, I had given her a good time in the woods only a few hours ago. It was understandable if she wanted some time off. Hell, I knew I did, and I had basically been fucking non-stop since I made her cum that night.

Fuck, that was still such a good memory.

Downstairs, I found Shona, cooking on shaky legs. Her top was a little askew, and she was now barefoot - in fact, she was only wearing a tee and some underwear. When she turned, it was very clear there was no bra on underneath, and that she was a little... spaced out.

'Hey, Shona,' I said with a wary note as I came down. Shona spun to face me, a little bit of surprise on her face.

'Oh!' she chirped, before focusing on me, for a second slipping back into the motherly tone she used to take with me.

Only, right now I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt, and that soft fuzz beneath her panties.

I tuned in, and felt the doubt in her mind, and while my first instinct was to suppress it, instead I decided to indulge my own curiosity. So, I left that as it was, and simply brought up her honesty, comfort, and forthcoming.

'Do you think this is all a little... strange?'

I approached, going up to the kitchen island as she faced sway from me, the smell of dinner filling the warm room. 'Strange?'

She turned, and caught me with a cut the bullshit look that I wasn't expecting.

Between that and the way she bit her lip, thinking as she considered her words, I wondered if she was, you know, figuring things out. But that was ridiculous.

Was it? After tonight, Ali had straight-away started to wonder what the fuck I'd done to her to make her do what she had. Which, of course, was silly. I hadn't made her do anything. I'd just made her feel able to do what she wanted. The same I'd done to all of them.

Or, maybe she was talking about the fact that I made her cum like nothing else she'd felt. Which was fair, in a way, because that was definitely a manipulation I couldn't deny - it was just too fun to watch her orgasm like her life was ending.

'You and Hannah,' Shona said, pivoting the conversation slightly. 'What's the story there?'

I considered lying, or bending the truth, but it seemed pointless. Shona had already shown she would see straight through the 'bullshit'.

'It's a relationship,' I said vaguely. 'Mostly sexual, to be honest, but we like each other. Why?'

'Because she ate my pussy like it was the only thing keeping her alive,' Shona told me, a slight hitch in her voice telling me it wasn't entirely unwanted. 'Then, she announced she was going upstairs to fuck my daughter, too. And I liked it.'

While tuned in to her, I could feel Shona's reduced inhibition wavering, struggling under the maternal level of guilt that was fighting with her loose morals. I could also, however, feel how even talking about this stuff was causing her arousal to tick upwards. Naughty thing.

'You liked it,' I said. 'What's the problem?'

'I know you fucked her,' she shot at me, a sudden venom in her words. 'And - and I know I can't be angry about that. I'm not jealous, Jamie.'

I smirked. 'Sounds like you are.'

Her frown hardened, disapproving. It was remarkable, the way she managed to be sexy and terrifying.

'I'm protecting my daughter. You... what me and you have done, more than once, I've enjoyed it. But I won't tolerate this, Jamie. She's happy with Sam - he's a good boy. Don't ruin it for the sake of having a good time.'

At this point, I was hurt. 'You say that like I made them do anything!'

She scowled again, and while she didn't say it, I could feel the word on her lips. Bullshit. 'I've seen what you do, Jamie. You're good at influencing people. Silver tongue, you. If anyone could fuck their own girlfriend, their ex-girlfriend, and her ex's mother in one day, it's you.'

'And his ex's new boyfriend,' I added. 'Sam fancied some experimenting.'

She laughed. 'Jesus! You're proud?! Proud of what you're doing.'

'Right now, there are three people upstairs having the time of their lives. And you - how many times have you cum today? To me, or Hannah.'

Shona didn't answer.

'Yeah, I thought so. You wanted it, Shona.'

'Careful,' she warned.

'You liked it,' I told her. 'Begged for it. So did Ali, and Hannah.'

She bowed her head, surrendering some of that... power she usually held. 'And now I'm asking you to stop,' she said.

'You wanted this! You said you wanted to keep me as, like, a boy-toy retainer, Shona.' I squinted at her. 'What's happened? What changed?'

For good measure, I pulled up her honesty further, almost to 80.

'Nothing,' she said. I didn't believe her - 90.

'What. Changed.'

'Nothing!' she said again, and I felt a flash of anger. 'I just... it's gone too far! I mean... we were a normal family. And then... and then you started doing this, and I don't know how you do it, or what exactly you're doing. But it's... too much, Jamie.'

'You didn't say that earlier today,' I said, a little venom in my own voice, now. 'You were in the woods, desperate to get what only I can give you.'

She nodded. 'And that's the problem. Fuck, you're like heroin, Jamie! Pure pleasure, the rush - but you're an addiction. And you're destructive. You got me. I don't want you to get Ali, too.'

'It's not up to you,' I said. 'It's up to me. Because - and I know you know this - if I asked her to come with me to Uni, and live with me, as my personal fuck-toy, she would. She would live in my bed, full of cum and free of thought.'

I caught myself - Shona looked like she might cry. Or smack me. Or both.

'Is that... is that what you want, Jamie? You want to be that person. Keeping her prisoner?'

I laughed. 'She wouldn't be a prisoner, Shona. She'd be a volunteer. Just like Hannah. Like you. Because, if I asked you, right now, if you wanted to be my personal fuck-toy, you would say...'

I pulled her honesty to 100.

'No!' she yelled. 'Jamie, no! No one wants that! It's a... a fantasy. A sexy idea. But it's not what people do. And, I don't know who you are these days, but you're not who I thought you were. You're not the boy Ali loved. And I want you out. Hannah too. I don't care if I have to go upstairs and drag her off Sam's cock myself, you're out.'