@sirhalls-pleasure-slave

@sirhalls-pleasure-slave

Beth and Kelly Don't

"I--I really do feel bad about this, girls." Beth and Kelly didn't. They were squatting on their hands and knees on either side of Julia, legs spread wide to give the older woman easy access to their dripping cunts, staring straight at the wall with wide, beatific smiles on their dimpled pink cheeks that suggested they weren't really seeing anything beyond the fireworks in their own heads. Both of them ground their pussies back against Julia's touch with mindless animal lust and let out a chorus of moans and whimpers until they were practically hoarse with ecstasy, and if they heard Julia's words they gave no sign. They were clearly thrilled to be cumming their empty brains out from the guilt-free sex.

But even though she knew she was basically talking to herself, Julia's conscience compelled her to explain. "You see," she murmured, her tone wheedling and defensive despite her captive audience's complete inability to understand or care, "women have certain needs, especially when you get to be my age and your body knows what it wants out of sex. When I saw you two walking back to your dorm, I had a certain… instinctive response to your physical charms. I, I'm sure you've had people find themselves unexpectedly attracted to you before. You understand what I mean." Beth and Kelly didn't. The only thing either woman knew right now was mindless bliss and the absolute euphoria of doing everything Julia told them.

"And, well, when I had that instinctive response--purely instinctive and uncontrollable--I'm afraid a reflex of mine that I've never been able to fully control lashed out at you. It's a sort of, well, I suppose you could describe it as a psychic sting; it reacts whenever I feel intensely threatened or aroused, and it overloads the frontal lobe of the brain and leaves the victim docile and horny and dumb. Very eager to please. I've never known what causes it, exactly. It's difficult to study because the researcher usually winds up triggering it in the course of their experimentation, and you see how that would be a problem, don't you?" Beth and Kelly didn't. They were both cumming so hard now, experiencing orgasm as a perpetual state, and if either woman recovered their wits right now and were offered the choice to continue they would beg for the mind-scrambling sting.

"And, well, I couldn't just leave you like that," Julia continued, her pale fingers now openly sloshing and squishing through the mess between Beth and Kelly's labias. "I had to get you back to your dorm to make sure you stayed safe until it wore off, b-because who knows what kind of man is out there ready to take advantage of you. And once we were alone together, well. As I say, a woman has certain needs. You, you were taking your clothes off and kissing each other. I knew you were going to fuck, I--I had to stay here until you recovered. You can't blame me for at least enjoying the experience a little." Beth and Kelly didn't. They couldn't, not with their frontal lobes so scrambled they understood nothing but the pleasant ache between their legs and the desire to fuck anything that moved, but the tiny little scraps and fragments of consciousness left to them readily accepted Julia's excuses. They wanted to be good girls. They wanted to obey.

Julia sighed, taking her hands away from the young women to undo her bra. "I just… you don't know how difficult this is for me, girls." Beth and Kelly didn't. But they leaned in and began to suck on Julia's heavy tits, eager to reciprocate the pleasure they were receiving.

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