Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

wetness, but her clit was still hidden under its hood.
    "Why don't you taste her?" Lydia suggested in her ear.
    Gwen shook her head, but the firm grip on her shoulder tightened, and she complied. Leaning up a little off the couch, she traced up the girl's slit with her tongue, parting her folds right up to her hooded clit.
    "How's she taste?"
    "Good…" Gwen answered blandly, lowering back to the couch. In truth, the younger girl's taste was incredibly complex, full of indescribable intimacy and sexuality.
    But Lydia's flavor was still her favorite.
    Surprised at her own thought, she blinked, watching Aubrey return to the mattress. Rachel dove in, tongue out, hands gripping lithe thighs. Her moist tongue dove into glistening folds, luridly lapping.
    "Enjoying yourself?" Emma asked, smacking her whip against her hand.
    Gwen realized, with some dismay, that she'd been rubbing herself rather vigorously. Slowing in embarrassment, she watched the girls, so as not to have to lock gazes with Emma.
    It was too late, in any case… she'd crossed some internal threshold, and now her body wanted its promised orgasm. She felt the heat growing again, and her thoughts raced with sexuality. "Sixty-nine," she accidentally said out loud.
    Happy to oblige, the two girls climbed on top of one another, breasts and tummies pressed together, outstretched tongues curled into pussies.
    Gwen's gaze kept bouncing between each girl's working mouth and Rachel's grip on Aubrey's ass. They seemed so passionate…
    H er hand lost the last of its hesitation.
    She began breathing deeper, and adjusted her position on the couch.
    It's actually getting to me , she thought, both terrified and turned on.
    But after all the night's efforts, her hand was getting tired…
    Wincing against her own desire, but unable to resist, she pulled her jeans down to her ankles. "Rachel…"
    The two girls untangled, and Rachel crawled over on her hands and knees, smiling with excitement.
    Lydia and Emma both made noises of surprised approval.
    Gwen told herself that the drugs were probably messing with her still. Yeah, that made sense. Also, her hand was tired, and if she was being forced to get off anyway… this girl's skill had certainly been talked up. She was… curious. Yes, that was the word, she decided.
    Rachel crawled in between her legs, rolled a warm breath against her heated sex…
    "Oh, but you forgot the most important rule," Emma interrupted. "If you participate, you're fair game too. Lose the shirt and get on the mattress."
    Worried, but too turned on to stop, Gwen threw her shirt on the floor and fell to the mattress. Rachel followed her, sliding in between her legs without hesitation. The girl's expert tongue went to work, picking up where her own hand - and, earlier, Lydia's tongue - had left off.
    The tongue thrusting into her folds felt so incredible, she had no willpower to hesitate or refuse when Aubrey clambered over and sat right on her face.
    That intimate flavor returned to her tongue. Her rationalizations were quick and almost cursory - after all, she'd just tasted this girl a moment ago, and her pussy was so pretty anyway, and Rachel's tongue felt so good …
    Gripping Aubrey's ass in the same places Rachel had a few minutes before, she buried her face in the girl's tight pussy.
    The pleasure and sexuality surging through her body rose to mind-numbing intensity. She could see herself, almost as if she was outside her own body, face up in one girl's pussy and getting expertly serviced by another, breasts exposed to the air, nipples hard…
    She felt a presence sit on the mattress next to her, and Lydia's now-familiar hands began massaging her erect nipples - as if the woman somehow knew exactly what she wanted.
    Pulling Aubrey tighter and losing herself in licking pussy, Gwen realized that Lydia probably did know exactly what she wanted… because she was a woman, too.
    That simple fact seemed to hit her with endless mental dissonance - and soaring