Hypno-Video Ch. 02

I sat there, prepared to watch another Lisa and Steve sex tape, but was pleasantly surprised to see Lisa wearing her camisole and leading me to the couch. I remembered from the night before that she had just hung up the phone with Cynthia. I was actually eager to see the fantastic blow job she had given me the night before and was surprised to feel the familiar stirring of my hardening cock. After all the attention Little Mike had endured since the night before, I didn't expect another hard-on this quickly.

"You better hurry, you're about to miss a good one!" I called out to her.

"Just keep watching, I'll be there in a minute."

I looked back at the screen and watched as Lisa devoured my cock. Her hand was now making it's way to her steaming pussy. But then it got weird. A naked Cynthia came into view behind Lisa and reached down to stroke her pussy. As Lisa's fingers intertwined with Cyn's, she looked back at her and smiled. It was confusing as hell! I knew for a fact that Cynthia was at home last night and that Lisa had gotten herself off. I tried to ask Lisa what was going on, but... then Cynthia lay under Lisa's spread legs... then Cyn and Lisa... then Chelsea?... mmm, yeah Chelsea... then Lisa... and then I was...

"Naughty boy!" giggled a now naked Lisa. She stepped over my legs to straddle my lap. "Does Daddy have the hots for his hot little step-daughter?"

"What?" I asked, looking down and realizing that I was also naked. "What's going on?"

Lisa reached down and guided my steel hard cock into her delicious depths as she eased down into my lap. Oh the exquisite feel of her moist pussy! I was still confused, but didn't care. Lisa moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock. Meanwhile, I realized what had just happened.

"You put the video on that tape, didn't you?" She smiled and nodded, still rocking violently on my cock.

"So, what did you do?" I asked.

"Mmm, if you want answers, you have to reward me. And answer a few questions of mine," she replied, breathing heavily. "Turn me on more first."

"First down?" I asked. She moaned and moved even faster. "First down, first down."

"Yeah!" she cried. Her hands were busy pinching and pulling her awesomely sensitive nipples. "Did you notice how hard that cock of your's is?" she panted. "Every time I say cucumber now, it gets ready for me."

It wasn't until much later that I found out that 'cucumber' was the keyword. I didn't know any of the keywords for that matter. At the time, you can't hear the word at all; you just get the result. It's almost like a cell phone cutting out and you miss that word entirely. Incidentally, as soon as she said it, my pecker, which was rock hard in the first place, intensified in it's hardness somehow.

"What else did you do?" I asked.

"Uh uh, not yet," she gasped. "Let me finish first."

Frantically rocking her hips on my lap, forcing my rock hard cock to stay deep in her pussy, while her hands forcefully pulled my face into her tits, Lisa was going bezerk! I did my best to keep up the break-neck pace that her intense fucking had established, while sucking and biting her nipples. She bounced and writhed, turning an already intense fuck session into an intense grudge fuck. I usually worry when the girl I'm fucking starts moving fast and groaning like she was, because I have a tendency to cum too fast when it gets exciting. But it was almost like I couldn't cum. What the hell?! Then it hit me. I wasn't allowed to cum yet. She hadn't said the word.

"You just made a big mistake, baby!" I was out of breath already. "Now you've had it!"

Looking back, I must have had a surge of super-human strength as I stood up, spun us around, and flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion. Now I was in control. Because there was a recliner on each end of the couch, we didn't break the back off of it. What we did do, however, was lean the reclining part back without the footrest extending. With her legs up high around my back, and her ass bouncing off the seat, while she lay at a comfortable angle on the now reclined couch, I fucked her down!

"OH, YES!" she screamed, digging her nails into my back as she tried to hold herself steady.

Her hips bucked into mine as I thrust in and out of her with long, powerful strokes. I loved the newfound freedom of fucking as fast and hard as I could without worrying about cheating her out of an orgasm. As one orgasm after another ripped through her body, her pussy clamped around my cock repeatedly as she moaned, cried, and screamed her pleasure.

"FUCK ME, MIKE!" she yelled. "OOH, BABY, I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!"

I continued to pound away at her like crazy, in spite of the incessant burning in my legs and dull ache in my lower back that a good fuck marathon causes. She, on the other hand, kept thrusting her hips up to meet mine as she held on for dear life. She craned her neck forward to lock lips with me. She moaned through our kisses as her orgasm riddled body took her to new heights of sexual pleasure.

"OHH, CUM FOR ME!" she cried.

That did it. Of course, the 'oh' was all I heard at the time, but the rest of it produced the most intense climax I had ever had. It was the longest lasting too. Rather than the 3 or 4 spasms of a regular orgasm, I had several that lasted forever and pumped semen into her with every one. Proof of this came when I pulled out and cum flowed out of her like a river.

"Looks like we made a mess on little Stevie's couch," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around me and threw her leg over mine as I collapsed beside her.

"Poor guy," I replied, putting my arm around her and pulling her close. "So, what else did you do to me? Any more surprises?"

"That depends on what you think you know so far," she teased, nuzzling my neck. "You tell me what I did."

"Well, obviously there's the hard-on keyword, and the one that gives me permission to cum," I replied. "Is that all?"

"Nope, not even close." She was smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Didn't you notice the great big mess you made? I did that."

"So you made it to where I would cum in a flood, too?" I asked. "What else?"

"Cynthia can use them, too. In fact, you ain't seen nuthin yet! You told me you like to be dominated a little, so we're gonna have fun with you! And, of course, I brought Chelsea into the loop. Just in case." Still grinning, she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock. "Wow, I didn't even need a keyword this time," she giggled.

I guess I should explain Chelsea a little. She's Cynthia's 19 year old daughter. When I met Cyn, Chelsea was just a toddler. Her biological father was a piece of shit deadbeat who never had anything to do with her, which is fine by me. I'm her Daddy. But baby girl had a tough time of it. She and I always loved each other like father and daughter should, but in her teens, she wanted to meet the loser. The slimy son of a bitch told her he didn't want her in the first place and that he didn't owe her anything. In spite of that (I'll take some credit, thank you), she moved on to become a strong young woman with attitude. She doesn't take any shit off of the guys she dates, and she's determined to succeed on her own. I'm so proud of her.

That's not what you were wondering, huh? She's fucking hot. Period. Picture any outfit in the world, and she'll tear it the fuck up! When she came back from college the first time, she had transformed from a gawky teenie-bopper to a hard- bodied goddess. But she was just my newest, good (very good!) fantasy. Until now, it was my little secret. SHIT!

I pulled Lisa to me and kissed her. "Thank you, baby," I said. "I think we need to go home now."

"Mmm, that does sound good," she replied, giving me that smile that still makes my heart jump. "Let me gather a few things."

"Do I need to have Cyn bring the truck?"

"No," she said, softly. "I'm just taking my clothes and make-up and stuff. There's nothing here worth fighting for, and I'd really prefer it if I never talk to Steve again."

She was silently crying, so I held her close. I couldn't think of anything to say. I wanted to find Steve and beat the living shit out of him, but to say that to his soon to be estranged wife?

"Want me to hunt him down and beat the piss out of him?"

"No," she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm just going through a tough time right now. It's been the most intense emotional roller coaster I've ever been on. I've known it was over for a while now. Even before I found out about his... boyfriends." She chuckled. "It took every ounce of willpower I had to let him touch me again. He wanted some more last night, but I pretended to fall asleep. I wanted to be in there with you. And then I didn't want to leave."

She looked at me as her last sentence came out, then looked down. I swear my heart jumped up into my throat. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. Her vulnerability made my heart ache for her, while her inner strength held me in awe. At the same time I wanted to kill Steve, but I also wanted to thank him and shake his hand. One thing was certain, though. I was going to take her home, and, well, what happened after that was still guesswork. We still had Cynthia to deal with. She lifted her head and kissed me; a long, lingering kiss that developed into a nice little make-out session.

"You don't have to bring clothes, you know," I said when our lips parted entirely too soon. "I like what you're wearing right now." We were both still naked.

"Would you stop it," she said, feigning anger and slapping my arm. She stood up and stretched, giving my will power a good workout in 'don't touch.' Then we started getting dressed. "Let's hurry; I'm ready to get out of here."

Her clothes and 'stuff' turned out to be a shitload of stuff. Both the trunk and the backseat of my car were stuffed to the gills. True to her word, she didn't take anything but clothes, make-up and a few odds and ends. All the electronics, knickknacks, and even the furniture stayed where it was. She wouldn't even take the sex toys I found in a drawer, telling me that we'd get our own. I had to agree. We had a bit of a spat when I told her to keep her house-key. She maintained that she had no use for it, but I felt like she might change her mind about not wanting anything else in the house. She reluctantly kept it.

"Ready, baby?" I asked.

I didn't want to rush her as she made one final pass through the house, making sure Lisa didn't forget anything. We had already packed all the videos, including the bad ones. She wanted to use them to explain everything to Cynthia. She took one last look around the living room, shuddered, and took my hand. Although she had tears in her eyes, she never looked back as we walked out the door.

"How do you think Cyn will react to all this?" she asked. We were on our way home.

"Well, I think she'll hate Steve for what he did, love me for what I did, and want to baby you for a while."

"How do we tell her about us?"

"I was kinda hoping you would have a good idea about that," I replied. I still wasn't sure.

"We could use the video on her," she suggested. I looked at her quickly. "I mean, to make it easier, not to force her against her will."

"Think we could get her to blow me, too?" I asked. She slapped me on the leg and laughed.

"Mike! After the morning you just had, are you really going to gripe about what your sex life is missing? I thought I did a pretty good job of taking up the slack, thank you."

"No... thank you! But maybe I just wanted two at the same time."

"Maybe we'll just do each other and make you watch," she teased.

"I'm sorry, did you just say 'make' me watch?" I had to laugh at that. Would you feel sorry for some poor bastard who was forced to watch two fine women getting it on? Yeah, me neither. "You mean force me to completely fill up my Spank Bank in one session?" She hit me on the arm again.

"It would suck for you if we didn't give you any afterward."

"Touche," I replied.

"What if she doesn't want anything to do with me? Or doesn't want to share her husband? My God! I'm about to ask my best friend to eat my pussy and share her husband with me. What a fucking day!"

"Maybe it's time you got comfy while I tell you a story," I chuckled.

"Ooh, is it a good one?" she asked.

"Yeah, and I think it'll answer your first question."

"I hope you can concentrate," she giggled. "Cucumber."

As I began telling her about Cynthia's masturbation session while watching the lesbian scene with Cyn and Lisa look-alikes, Lisa started sucking my cock and tonguing the head in the way that made her the best fellatrix ever. She fingered herself while I revealed my wife's secret crush on her, so by the time we got to Cynthia's orgasm that I like to call the "Yeah!.. Lisa! orgasm", Lisa had us both ready to cum. It's a wonder we didn't wreck.