Memory Manipulation & Flight 5
Under the cold fluorescent lights of the fitness center, a dozen college girls stood in a line before me, not a thread of clothing on any of them. Sweat beaded across firm, springy breasts and sleek thighs, all of it laid out in a dazzling exhibition.
I strolled among them like an inspector conducting a review, and issued my command.
"Alright. One at a time — turn around, stick your ass out toward me, and bend over. I need to check whether your bodies are mature enough to take my cock."
The first girl flushed crimson and lifted her hips high, exactly as she'd been told. I spread her taut cheeks with both hands, exposing the shy, hidden red flesh within.
"Look closely. This is your pussy. You've never really seen it yourself, have you? In a little while, this is the sacred hole my cock is going to bury itself in all the way to the hilt. Watch. This is how it's going in."
Without a flicker of hesitation I drove my index finger deep into her tight, burning heat. A wet, yielding squelch answered the intrusion.
"Ah! A-aah! Oppa, your finger… so deep… nngh… it's hot!"
It was the first foreign thing that had ever entered her. She arched her back like a drawn bow and screamed. When I scraped gently along her inner walls, a moan spilled out of her on its own.
"Nngh… it's weird… it tingles… it feels good… haah…"
I withdrew my finger and pointed to the puckered entrance just above.
"And this is your asshole. It's far tighter and more sensitive than your pussy. Once it takes a cock, you'll lose your minds from how good it feels."
This time I pushed a finger straight into her anus, then stirred around inside, savoring every clench and flutter of that narrow ring.
"Aaaah… nngh… what do I do…"
And so I went down the line, inspecting all dozen of them one by one — a complete survey. The virgins burned with shame at having their most secret holes laid bare and probed in front of their peers, yet every time my fingers stirred them they couldn't stop the juices that welled up and spilled out of their own accord. They grew drunk on the atmosphere by degrees, and before long they were steeped in a pleasure they had no name for.
"Alright. Everyone sit in a circle around me. And spread your legs as wide as they'll go."
A dozen naked college girls sank to the floor and opened their thighs like petals unfurling. The fitness center tiles began to gleam, slick with what they had already spilled. I spread the pussy of the girl sitting nearest and spoke.
"Now I'm going to teach you how to soothe yourselves with your own fingers. Gently rub this little bud — it's called the clitoris — then push a finger deep into your pussy and stir it around. Imagine my cock going in while you do it."
The virgins brought their hands down as if enchanted. The sight of a dozen college girls stimulating themselves in unison was a vision straight out of some obscene hell. As the minutes stretched, the intensity of that self-stimulation climbed, and wet sounds and ragged moans filled the room. Their pupils, drunk on instinct, slowly lost their focus.
I looked down at them with my cock fully hard and on display, drinking the scene in.
Hah… this is seriously getting me hard. So fucking filthy. Alright. Time to get started.
I pointed to the blonde among them — the one with the most voluptuous breasts and the narrowest waist.
"You. Come here. Let's try putting it in. It's going to feel incredible. And let's show the others properly how a cock buries itself inside a body. Come here."
Her legs nearly gave out. She staggered, drunk on the thrill of having been chosen, and crawled up onto the bench press in the center of the room. I spread her thighs as wide as they would go, then lined my long, thick cock against her narrow entrance, already soaked and shining. The girls ringed around us never stopped the motion of their hands. They swallowed hard and stared, transfixed, at that impending moment of joining.
"Alright. Here it comes. Watch closely!"
As I drove my hips forward, it began to burrow inward as if being swallowed. It sank, and spread her, and then something gave — a wet, tearing yield.
"Aaaaah! Oppa! A-aah! It feels like it's tearing!"
Her virginal sanctum was forced open around my shaft. The blonde threw her head back and screamed. I didn't pause. I slammed my hips in earnest, settling into a raw, punishing rhythm of thrust and withdrawal — slap, thud, thud, squelch — each impact wetter than the last.
Every time I drove in hard, her heavy breasts bounced in defiance of gravity, and the flesh of her springy thighs rippled outward where they met my pelvis. The sight of that sweat-beaded white body being shaken without mercy was the very pinnacle of a destructive sensuality.
"Hah, hah — girls, watch closely! This is the real pleasure you're going to crave for the rest of your lives!"
At my cry they began rubbing their clitorises with a frantic roughness, whipping the speed of their masturbation into a frenzy, as if a single spell had fallen over all of them at once.
"Ah, haa…! How can she make a face like that with something that big going in?"
"It looks like it should hurt… aah, what is this… just watching is making my body hot… haa… it tingles…"
"I want it too… I want it inside me too! Oppa, just once…!"
The wet chatter of fingers and the rasp of panting breath packed the center with a kind of madness. The blonde's eyes had rolled back; her tongue hung from her mouth as she moaned and shuddered in time with every stroke.
"Aaaah… what… my body's going strange… hah, hah…"
Her breasts crushed against my chest and sprang back, over and over, and each time they did the virgins around us shoved their fingers deeper and raced toward the edge. The fitness center was no longer a place for exercise. It had become a vast holding pen of virgins in heat, every one of them revolving around a single axis: my cock.
Her tight inner flesh clenched around my thick shaft as if to crush it. Eyes rolled white, she arched her whole body like a bow and let the tremor of her first climax run through every inch of her. The urge to come had risen all the way to my throat. I crushed it down with a patience that felt almost inhuman.
"Haa, haa…! Oppa, I think I'm going to die…! Inside — it feels like the inside is going to burn up!"
Only after I felt the hot gush of her juices soaking my cock did I pull out. A wet sound accompanied the withdrawal, and her flushed, swollen pussy gaped open, panting. I left her dazed beside me and turned to the cluster of virgins still swallowing and working themselves with their hands.
"Next. You — come here and spread your legs. From now on I'm going to fuck you one at a time, in order."
The words had barely left my mouth before the girl with the taut abs — the one sitting nearest — climbed onto the bench as if she'd been waiting for nothing else. She spread her own thighs, offered up her dripping lower half, and pleaded.
"Oppa! Listening to the sounds that girl was making, I touched myself so much I think I'm going to be raw! Put it in already!"
I plunged into her without a second's pause. This time I had her on all fours, ass raised high — taken from behind. Slap, thud, thud. I spanked her with an open palm as I fucked her, and her springy buttocks flushed red as belt-marks and bounced under every blow.
"Aaaaah! Baby! No — Oppa! My ass, my ass is so hot!"
Tears stood in her eyes when she came, her whole body shivering. I pulled out and moved on.
Next was a flexible girl sculpted by yoga. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove into her in missionary, pushing as if I meant to crush all the way to the mouth of her womb. Her breasts were mashed and flung in dizzy arcs with the speed of the thrusting, and the virgins still waiting their turn shoved their fingers into themselves at the sight and moaned without shame.
"Next! This time you get on top of me and ride."
Cowgirl. Side-lying. Hung off the equipment. I changed positions with every girl, piercing and taking my time with each unbroken body. Strangely, each one felt a little different. I fucked them with a violence that never quite spent itself, holding the climax at bay until the last possible instant, and for every one of them it was more than enough to drive them into a frenzy. The floor was so soaked with the juices and sweat of a dozen virgins that it had gone slick underfoot.
One, then two — they were opened by my cock and collapsed to the tiles as if passing out. But the cock itself refused to finish. It only grew harder and hotter, rearing viciously toward the holes of whoever was still left.
I took the last girl just as roughly, watched her come apart, and then pulled my burning cock from the body that lay trembling and spilled across the floor. A long, wet slide, and I was out.
"Hah, hah, hah… Alright. Everyone get up and gather in front of me. Hurry!! Nngh—!"
A dozen college girls staggered toward me on unfocused eyes. Their pussies were flushed raw; mixed fluids ran down their thighs. But the look in those eyes held nothing except a blind, single-minded worship aimed at me. Standing in their midst, I gripped my cock — swollen as if it might split — and shook it as I made my announcement.
"When a man reaches climax, he pours out semen. Also called cum. Originally I'd dump it inside your pussies to make babies, but… today I'll share it equally, as a special favor. Come on. Gather around. Nngh — it's coming~~"
The virgins pricked up at the word semen and pressed their faces in close, like priests waiting on a revelation.
"Everyone open your mouths and lift your faces. Watch closely. Feel it. Nngh — I'm coming, I'm coming!!!"
A dozen beautiful girls dropped to their knees in the same instant, tipped their heads back, and opened their mouths. The heat that had been climbing my spine finally hit its limit. It erupted in thick, pulsing jets.
"Aaaah! I'm coming!"
White semen blasted from the tip like cannon-fire. The enormous load I'd banked while taking on a dozen college girls stretched out in every direction without end.
"Ah…! It's hot! This is Oppa's cum…?"
"It got in my eye… ugh, it's fishy, but strangely sweet…"
"G-give me more… aaaah…"
"Ah, fuck, what is this? Nngh… it tastes good…!"
It fountained up and slammed without mercy across white foreheads, the bridges of noses, into open mouths. Far from wiping the sticky fluid away, they dipped their fingers in it as if it were holy water, tasting it, licking it off one another's faces, and sank into a daze of bliss. The sight of a dozen college girls' faces glazed and glistening with white semen was the final mark — the period at the end of the sentence that declared this fitness center had fallen, completely, as my harem.
"Hah… hah… hah!!"
I looked down at them in silence: virgins receiving a baptism of semen, tears of joy standing in their eyes, while I dragged in breath after ragged breath. The instant the last drop had been scattered across their faces and bodies, the hazy violet air that had packed the fitness center lifted all at once.
The moment the current of that air changed, the enormous chains of memory binding those dozen girls snapped in a single stroke, and their true pasts — incinerated until that second — came flooding back like a tidal wave.
"Ah… oh my… what is this… aah?!"
The blonde was the first to surface. She screamed and clawed the semen from the corner of her mouth. The blind worship still lingering in her pupils flipped, in a heartbeat, to a sharp and cutting terror — and disgust. Like falling dominos, cries of shock and raw screaming erupted on every side. The reality facing a dozen virgins — no. Facing women I had already ruined — was hideous.
"What is this…? Who the hell are you! Why am I naked… ugh, what is this fishy stuff!"
One girl took in the sight of her own flushed, swollen pussy and the semen smeared down her thighs, and burst into convulsive sobs. She curled in on herself in shame and crawled across the floor, desperately hunting for her clothes.
The reactions splintered. The trainer snatched up a nearby dumbbell, her eyes bright with rage, and lunged. Another girl, shattered by the sheer size of the shock, sat blankly rubbing the semen into her own skin with her fingertips, letting out a laugh that didn't belong to a sane person.
"This can't be… it's a dream, this is a dream… what even is this…"
One closed her eyes with a strange calm and began to pray, denying the room around her. Another screamed like a lunatic and bolted for the door. In a matter of seconds the fitness center had become a hellscape where madness and wailing tore across each other.
At the center of that chaos I looked down at them in silence — not a stitch on me, all of them soaked in fury and grief. The sense of conquest, of having ravaged and destroyed a dozen lives in the space of a few hours, mixed with the afterglow of orgasm and kindled a peculiar, lingering pleasure.
"That's enough. Today's lesson ends here."
I slipped the charging trainer as if she were nothing and launched myself at the wide-open glass. Behind me their venomous screams and sobs surged like a wave — but I was already climbing, gravity shrugged off, soaring high into the night sky.