My history teacher, Miss Shell, is so hot. She's probably 5'5" with nice full hips, D cup breasts, a prominent butt and a face that looks like a young Claudia Schiffer. Every guy in school wants to bone her something fierce. Unfortunately, slipping her one of my cum soaked confections wasn't going to be easy. A number of incidents in the past where students had poisoned their instructors, almost all of them badly misguided practical jokes, resulted in teachers refusing to eat or drink anything a pupil has had his or her hands on. Moreover, I would need to have a place where I could get her alone for a protracted period of time without anyone seeing us.

I thought about forcing it on her, but what if she remembered the assault? Or somebody just happened to come by when I was attempting to shove my spooge dipped goody into her mouth? Or she was a black belt or something? Therefore, that was definitely out.

Moreover, let's say I tried slipping it into a coke. The acid or wateriness of that drink could possibly dilute the dosage or neutralize it altogether. At that point, it appeared that my options for a delivery system were extremely limited.

I also had other items on my agenda, such as enslaving Priscilla and Melanie like I did Marisa. Saturday, at noon, Marisa and I picked up Priscilla and we all went over to Melanie's house. Melanie's parent was a single mother. As ordered, Marisa offered Melanie's mom, Terry, one of the four Snicker's bars from her purse that I had splashed with a six hour dose of my man milk. She accepted it with thanks and the rest of us went to Melanie's room, where Marisa handed her and Priscilla Snicker's of their own. Marisa took one out for herself and they all opened and ate them. I soon had three zombie girls in front of me. I whispered in Melanie's ear that she would obey all my commands and get a little thrill when she fulfilled a wish of mine. I did the same with Priscilla. They all just sat there looking high as I exited the room to check on Terry.

I was going to use the excuse of getting a glass of water in case Terry hadn't eaten the candy bar yet, but she had and she slouched on the couch with a silly grin on her countenance. I smiled in an evil manner and plopped myself next to her. "Terry, you're going to obey everything I tell you to do and you will feel a rush of pleasure when you do," I intoned. "Okay," she sighed. I pulled her t-shirt up and unhooked her bra, which put her C cups on display. I sucked on her left nipple and she emitted a long moan. I shoved my lefthand in her crotch over her pants and massaged it for a couple of minutes. I then reattached the straps on the bra, pulled her shirt down and returned to Melanie's room.

I removed my clothes and stripped Priscilla nude while the others watched impassively. I bent her over the edge of the bed and covered my dick with a condom. I pointed my cockhead at her entrance and rammed it in all in one go. This elicited a scream from Priscilla. She was a virgin! Since my thoughts had been on the mechanics of putting everybody under my influence, I had forgotten to consider that possibility. Thus, I felt a little guilty taking her that way as I saw the blood leak out of her. Fortunately, despite the tremendous initial impulse of pain, my hormones helped to quickly dull the hurt and I slowly began to thrust my sword in and out of her scabbard. She was only mildly betraying any degree of suffering and I ran my big stick at an even tempo in and out of her now formerly unsullied cunt. After just over five minutes, she was moaning and begging me to keep it up. The shallower her breaths became the faster I drilled her with my weapon until she issued a strangled cry and then a string of hard pants as the orgasm convulsed her. "How does that feel, babe?" I inquired. "Oooooh God, oh so good, so good," she whimpered.

I kept taking it to her while Marisa and Melanie viewed this spectacle through drowsy eyes. I beheld Priscilla's lovely 15 year old skin and the enticing width of the hips I was holding on to for leverage while my jackhammering of her slit went on unabated. She quickly peaked again and her body welcomed another soul searing apogee of pleasure. Only a couple of minutes later another one ripped through her. Ten minutes and four more orgasms for her down the road, I dispatched my ammunition into the end of the rubber.

I slid my schlong out and it was soaked in blood. I flushed the condom down the toilet. Priscilla was still so out of it that she continued to lay there bent over the edge of the bed. I stood her up and had her sit down. I moved next to her and wrapped her up in my arms, kissing her slowly and tenderly.

I put my clothes back on and went to check on Terry. She was still zoned out on the couch. I insinuated myself next to her, slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me. Her eyes looked hazily up into mine and I kissed her. I unbuttoned her pants and my fingers crawled inside of her panties. Two of my finger s barged into her pink cave and she moaned as I found her g spot and strummed it. Her pussy soaked my digits as they undulated against her upper vaginal wall. "Uhhhhhh, oh, ah, oh Goddd," she reacted in a lazy cadence. I sped up my finger movements and her breathing froze for a second before a flurry of pants attempted to vent the heat of her orgasm. I licked my fingers to taste her wetness and then buttoned her pants back up.

At six, I called my mom and let her know I might be late for dinner. In truth, I was waiting for Terry and the girls to exit their private Idahos. An hour later, they had rejoined reality already in progress and, after Marisa and I had escorted Priscilla to her house and I walked Marisa home, I was warming up the meal mom had made for me. My dad gave me some shit about not being on time, though.

Sunday, Marisa and I got Priscilla after she came home from church around 10 and we returned to Melanie's. We were let in and I ordered everyone to remove their clothes. They initially gave me odd looks but complied, all breathing very pleasured sighs upon obeying my command. My own garments were discarded and told I Terry to suck me. Again, another confused expression crossed her face, but she was soon on her knees with her mouth comforting my cock. It somehow felt softer and more sensuous than Marisa's She had me under the spell of her years of experience orally pleasing her now ex-husband and other men and I rewarded her with a considerable load, which I demanded she swallow. She did and she was a goner for the next 12 hours, falling heavily against the sofa as she sat on the floor.

I had Melanie sit on the couch and spread her legs while Priscilla and Marisa were directed to makeout with each other. There was some hesitation on the part of the latter pair, but they eventually got their lips to collide and took it from there. I went to my knees and inserted my tongue in Melanie's pita pocket, which was mighty tasty, let me tell you! I bullied her clit, sucking, rolling and whipping it with my tongue and lips while I transgressed her holy region with a pair of fingers. The mood in the livingroom was becoming quite sexually frenzied as Melanie moaned from my oral ministrations and the other two who were still fully conscious groped and kissed each other. In a few minutes, I had Melanie grinding herself on my fingers as her resistance caved and engendered a hail of references to the deity and ragged breathing.

After spurring Melanie to two more orgasms, I produced a condom from my pants pocket and wrapped my rascal. My missile targeted the area between Melanie's legs. "Are you a virgin Melanie?" I interrogated. "Yeah," she informed me. I grabbed her lefthand and pulled her off of the couch and we went to her bedroom, but not before I ordered everyone else to remain in the livingroom.

I crawled on top of Melanie and spent the next 20 minutes just kissing her and fondling her boobs. I moved my head down to suck on her nipples, which she seemed to think was very nice indeed, judging by her responses. After a few minutes of that, I readied my trenching tool for plowing her field. Easing it into her, which made me the first man to use a penis to push her vaginal walls apart, I tried to be as patient as possible, carrying it into her arena half inch by half inch. I arrived at her inner gate,  her hymen, and thrust through it, making her yelp and initiating a small flow of blood. I held it there for a couple of minutes and then propelled it the rest of the way in with one flexing of my hips. Again, I held up to allow her cunt to become accustomed to the violation of her most personal space.

I began to thrust and she twisted and bucked under me. Eventually, I was able to establish a good rhythm and the pain she felt was fading with every passing minute. Her body was wriggling less as it did and, a little bit at a time, I stepped up the tempo of my thrusting, which also allowed me to feel the compression from her vaginal walls at shorter and shorter intervals. We were mutually moaning and wanting more of each other. "Oh God, Greg, fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, yesssssss," she panted as the pleasure made her sound less sensible, the crescendo of heat inside of her breaking her senses into fragments. I steadfastly kept on plowing her hard and deep and I soon found my own point of ecstasy, gushing my seed into the latex membrane surrounding my joystick.

Once I had disposed of the messy cum bag, I rejoined Melanie in bed and held her for a while. I had thought about shooting my cum into her mouth, which would not only have put her on ice for half a day, but she would also have forgotten that she had lost her virginity. Consequently, I chose to just unload into the condom.

I took Terry upstairs and put her to bed. I had the rest of the girls accompany me to Melanie's bedroom, where we just basically messed around in a platonic way. I didn't fuck any of them after I did Melanie, but I did enjoy being around three naked and attractive teenage girls.

Monday, I called Terry and told her to get Melanie on birth control. Now the question was, how could I pull other women into my sphere of influence? What complicated this was that I needed to be able to get a girl alone or with one of my minions (did I really just use that word?) and keep her around for six hours so that I could implant suggestions into her mind and make sure she doesn't run into any problems while she was incapacitated. That week, I didn't do much other than bang the shit out of Marisa until Saturday, when I took a bus to the mall at 11 a.m. 20 minutes later, I stepped off that conveyance and walked into the main part of the shopping complex. I wandered around for a while and then headed to the food court and got something to eat. Just after I sat down and tucked into my burger, I noticed two girls from my school, Karina Yamamoto and Sierra Toracelli, having a leisurely conversation over their meal. I kept an eye on them as I wolfed my food down.

When I was done, I, as casually as possible, mosied on over to the table next to their's and said "hi." I asked them some inane question like, "so what brings you guys here today?" and then pulled a Kit Kat bar out of my shirt pocket, opened it, ate one of the pieces and then offered them each one. I think they took them just to be nice. Bad mistake. Within 30 seconds, they were full on sex zombies. I got on my cellphone, called Terry and ordered her to pick us up at the front door of the mall. Ten minutes later, I guided the girls out to the front and waited for Terry, who was there within five minutes. The girls got in and we whisked them off to Terry's house.

I whispered in each of their ears that from now on they will obey everything I tell them to do and would feel a rush of pleasure when they did. I then stripped them. Karina was 5'4" and 110 pounds with cute B cups and long black hair while Sierra was slim, had A cups and medium long blonde hair. Both had shaved their pussies. I had kind of known both of them since middle school, when they were in a couple of classes I had. Both had recently turned 15. I would be the same age myself a couple weeks later. I sent Terry out to buy me some condoms since I was out. I took them into Melanie's room and had them sit next to each other on Melanie's bed against the headboard. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves somewhere in their heads. Karina was the cuter of the two and I walked to one side of the bed and leaned my head down to kiss her. I lightly stroked the back of her head as I did and she was moaning softly as we continued our lip wrestling. I put my hand in between her legs and she was very wet. I backtracked, opened her legs and got a taste of her slot. She moaned loudly when my tongue dinged off of her clit. All of this was making me heinously horny.

Terry finally returned with the condoms and I tore a packet open, sheathed my dick and pulled Karina to the edge of the bed. "Are you a virgin, Karina?" "Yes," she rejoindered in a quiet voice. Fuck! Yeah, I could just do her like I did Priscilla, but that just didn't seem right. "Sierra, are you a virgin?" "Yes." So I said, "fuck that" to reaming their pussies for the moment and instead removed the condom. I leaped into bed, jammed my cock into Sierra's mouth, and skullfucked her. When I was ready to rocket my payload somewhere, I pulled out of her yapper and littered her face with my semen. The fluid ran down her face and on to her breasts.

I cleaned her up and had her and Karina get dressed. At 6:30, their senses were beginning to accept real world input again. Terry dropped them off near their houses and then took me home.