The Touch - Sex Stories

The Touch

... anymore; but my parents were pretty strict with me.” “I see. Hold on just a moment, okay? I’d love to finish this fascinating conversation, but I’m about to come in Amanda’s mouth.” “Oh, uh, sure.” said Anne, nervously. “Should I wait outside, or something?” “N-no.” he gasped. “Aren’t you curious about it, though?” “Well, yes, I guess so.” she replied. “I guess I’m curious about every sort of sex. I’m a little scared, too.” “That’s natural.” he told her, pushing Amanda’s head away. “Watch me shoot my stuff all over her face. Get down on your knees beside her, so you can see it really close up!” “I can see it just fine from here.” she said, wryly. “How are you getting them to do this?” “I- I, uh, uhhh, OHHH, YEAH!!!!” he shouted, bursting a huge spray of come directly into her open mouth. It contained an easy quarter cup of fluid, and the second was even larger, shooting in long, ropy splatters all over her nose and both cheeks, making a mess of her perfect make-up and the third one went into her hair. She was a dripping, gooey mess, and a small smile touched the corners of her mouth as she licked her lips and swallowed to clear her mouth. “God! That was amazing!” said Anne, in a small voice, almost a whisper. “What the hell did you drug her with?” “No drugs.” he said, putting his cock away. “I can undo everything I’ve done to her.” he said, putting his arm around the girl and leading her away. He stopped suddenly and looked her right in the eye. “You’re not afraid of me, ...

... are you?” His voice had almost a hint of wonder in it. “You’re not afraid of me at all…” “Should I be?” she asked. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” She shook her head, answering her own question. “Of course you won’t.” She took his arm and walked with him into the living room. “But you haven’t seen a full demonstration of my power.” he said. “Uh, here, sit on the sofa.” She sat and watched him walk over to Michelle, who was still on her knees in the center of the room. “How do you feel, Michelle?” “Confused.” she sighed. “Inside, I’m seething mad about what you just made me do, but I somehow can’t DO anything about it. It’s like you have control of my mind or something.” She let out a little screaming laugh, an obvious sign of someone who is close to cracking. “I’m thinking I’ll suicide when I get out of here; I can’t live like this.” Anne let out a small gasp and covered her mouth. “Come in here, Amanda.” Ed called out. She came in right away, still covered in his sperm. “How do you feel?” “Oh God, I don’t know what to feel!” she wailed. “I feel like I’ve been made so dirty I can never get clean, ever again.” She broke down, sobbing. “Stop that crying, Amanda, right now!” he ordered, and she stopped at once, not even sniffling. Her face was blank, not showing any emotion at all. “Do you want to go back to the way you were before?” he asked gently. “The way it was before you ever came in here?” “Oh, yes, more than anything!” she sobbed desperately, looking up at him hopefully. ...