“Uh!...Uh!...Uh!...Uh! YES!...OH JESSE, YES!!”

Rachel fumed and shoved a pair of noise-cancelling head phones into her ears and turned up her music. She had talked to her roommate, Jesse, about his loud sex with his knock-out girlfriend. He said he’d be more considerate, but apparently that consideration didn’t count when he was thinking with his balls.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

She couldn’t believe it! Now they were fucking each other against the wall? Against her wall?!

“Oh GOD!” Jesse’s girlfriend’s voice cried out, muffled through the thin plaster. “GOD! I want your cock, I WANT YOUR COCK! IWANTYOURCOCCCKKK!!! AHH!!”

Rachel growled and slammed down her laptop. She wasn’t going to get any work done like this. Stomping across the floor, she put on her shoes and left the small, off-campus housing unit, making a point to slam the door as loud as possible.

She walked around the perimeter of the university grounds, feeling the brisk autumn air on her face. Walking gave her the space to be honest with herself, and to be honest, she wasn’t bothered by Jesse’s long, frequent, very, very loud fuck sessions, but rather who he was fucking.

Pravi, the poly sci major from India, was a short, stacked little vixen who wormed her way into Rachel’s dreams each and every night, usually as some hot, naked encounter in Rachel’s bed. Hearing her moan Jesse’s name through the walls with his cock inside her wasn’t just annoying. It drove Rachel completely insane with jealousy.

Rachel pulled her hood over her buzzed-short hair as she reached the bridge over the rustic stream running through the back of campus and glanced up and down the path, making sure security wasn’t making its rounds. Sensing all clear, she reached into her pocket for her glass pipe, already packed with a small bowl of weed.

She lit up the bowl and sucked down a lungful of smoke, feeling the THC pump through her brain, turning her thoughts into stretchy goo. She had been using pot since high school and had developed a strong tolerance to the narcotic effects. Now, a small hit or two near the end of the night could help her shake loose buried thoughts lurking in her mind.

Right now, her mind was busy imagining Pravi’s pretty face scrunched in ecstasy as she bounced her curvy butt on top of Jesse’s hard dong. She knew that Pravi was at least a tiny bit bi. She had caught her checking out her ass with a lustful smile more than once. It was enough to make Rachel duck into the bathroom and finger herself silly.

She might even be open to the idea of a threesome, or even a foursome if she included her semi-regular fuck buddy, Trish, except for the fact that Rachel would sooner gargle transmission fluid than let Jesse stick his big sweaty cock anywhere near her.

He was a nice enough guy, just only from the waist up. Pravi certainly seemed to enjoy his dong, and it stung Rachel when the young Indian girl’s eyes would light up anytime she and her girlfriends gossipped about Jesse’s notoriously large prick.

Rachel watched the blue-gray plume of smoke curl in the air and considered how much better her life would be if she could just find a way to take Jesse’s prick out of commission. The idea dug its way into her hazy mind, slithering through her thoughts, repeating itself like an obnoxious ad, until it finally stuck.

Why didn’t she just take Jesse’s prick out of the picture?

Rachel snapped the lighter on again and lit up the rest of her bowl, a devious scheme gestating in her twisted mind.

Next Thursday night, Jesse went to his car ready for a fun weekend in his girlfriend’s bed, but immediately ran back into the house, flustered and upset.

“Holy shit!” he shouted, “Can you believe this? Somebody fucking slashed my tires!”

“Oh, no!” said Rachel, hastily stashing her hunting knife out of sight in the kitchen drawer. “And right before your big date with Pravi?”

“What asshole even does that?!” Jesse said, raking his hand through his sandy blonde hair. “I can’t even do anything about it until tomorrow. Fuck!”

Rachel puttered around the house, offering him sympathetic looks as he explained the situation to Pravi over the phone. He finally hung up, sighing in frustration.

“Is she going to come over here, then?” Rachel probed.

“No. She doesn’t have a ride to go across town. And she has a big presentation tomorrow, so I guess we’re just going to have a night off. Shit! And I was really excited to see her!”

“Me too,” Rachel said without thinking. Jesse shot his lesbian housemate a bemused smile. Rachel blinked and shook her head. “What? It was a compliment.”

Jesse rolled his eyes and stormed into the living room, throwing himself onto the couch. Rachel walked over, radiating her condolences as she sat down, picking her carrier bag up from the coffee table.

“Well…I have nothing to do until Trish gets off from her shift at the bar…”

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a long blunt wrapped in brown cigar paper. She held it up, looking at Jesse’s exasperated face.

“Fuck it. Wanna get high?”

A half hour later, Jesse was feeling much more relaxed, having smoked his way through half of the doobie with his roommate. He had smoked weed a few times before but certainly didn’t have the tolerance that Rachel did.

“Here, your hit,” said Rachel, her dark eyes glassy as she handed Jesse the lit blunt.

“Aaaahh…naahh…I’m gooooddd…” Jesse giggled a little, the sensation of the couch fabric suddenly very fascinating to him. “Jeez, Rach! Wha-what did you puddin that stuff?”

“You like it?” Rachel said, taking another drag. She blew out a long plume through her puffy, maroon lips. “It’s a pretty strong indica strain. I use it to relax and unwind after a hard day… You’ve had a pretty hard day, huh, Jess? Getting your tires slashed, missing your date with Pravi. That must’ve really stressed you out, huh?”

“Yyyeeaahhh…” said Jesse, his tongue flopping around in his mouth. Rachel got up and sat down next to him, letting her flimsy shirt ride down a little to give him a peek at her pale cleavage.

“You know what I do when I really want to unwind, Jesse?” she said, leaning on her elbow. Jesse turned to her, an inquisitive expression on his stoned face. “It’s a little naughty.” Rachel leaned in closer and put her lips to Jesse’s ear, sharing her dirty little secret.

“Sometimes, when Trish isn’t around, I watch porn.”

“What?!” Jesse gasped, his face lighting up with a fit of giggles. “You ged off to porn! That’s…Hahaha!!...That’s wild, Trish!”

“My name’s Rachel, stoner!” Rachel laughed, punching Jesse on the arm, making the intoxicated man double over. The two finally calmed down and Rachel lit up the end of her blunt again.

“You know, I could show you if you want. Wouldn’t that be a scream? Checking out your lesbian roommate’s porn stash. Whaddya say?”

“Welllll….” Jesse wavered. Rachel took a long drag and blew a stream of pot smoke into Jesse’s face. Jesse just smiled back stupidly, letting his head nod up and down.

“Cool! Be right back!”

It didn’t take Rachel long to get her laptop and less time after that to connect it to the flatscreen TV in the living room. Rachel swept through some files until she found her porn stash. If Jesse had actually managed to see her open the folder that read ‘4 Jesse’ he was far too stoned to think anything of it.

“Let’s see, let’s see…” Rachel mused, scrolling through the video files. “Let me guess what makes Jesse hard and horny….hmmmm…ah! Here’s one of my favorites! Watch this!”

She opened the file and Jesse chuckled to see a busty blonde and an even bustier brunette talking with each other on a couch, each of them wearing a short and top that barely constrained their massive chest and curvy thighs. The two porn stars brought out a large, flesh-tone dildo and made a show of challenging each other to see who could put on the best show with their little friend.

“Wait! You watch porn with cock in it?” Jesse asked, his eyes glued to the TV. “I thought you were only into girls?”

“Yeah girls with and without cocks!” Rachel chided him. “I still use dildos, dude! Honestly, it’s the best part. You never have to worry about a cock going soft when it’s made of hard silicone.”

Rachel scooted closer to Jesse, watching his eyes track the bouncing boobs as the models stripped off their tops, taking turns wrapping their tits around the dildo and swooning dramatically as they rubbed it up and down, in and out of their glorious cleavage.

“Speaking of hard cocks, I’ve heard you’ve got quite a die-hard cock, yourself.”

“You-you heard that?” Jesse said, his breath coming faster.

“I’ve heard it in action. Excessively,” Rachel said with an edge to her voice. “Aren’t you getting hard? Wanna let the...uh…big guy out?”

“Uhhh…” Jesse hesitated, not sure if he wanted to cross that line. Rachel lit the tip of her blunt again, taking a deep drag and blowing it straight into Jesse’s face. He barely noticed, stupefied by the enticing sight of the porn stars on screen. She leaned closer to him and waved the bright, orange tip of her blunt in front of his face. His eyes finally slid away from the screen and lazily followed the glowing embers of the blunt.

“There’s nothing to worry about Jesse…nothing to worry about…we’re just relaxing…relaxing together…it’s so relaxing to jerk off, Jesse…its so wonderful to play with yourself…so relaxing to lose yourself in porn… just stroking that hard, needy shaft… you can let loose around me, Jesse… I’m your friend…and I just want to make you feel good…it feels so good to just jerk off… and goooooonnnn…”

Her words swirled around Jesse’s mind, quietly nudging him to surrender to his primal urge to give himself pleasure, to cave into his arousal a the sight of the bouncing titties wrapped around the thick dildo. It was so hard to think with the weed gumming up his thoughts, making him so horny and dopey.

Maybe her could jerk it just this once. It wasn’t like Rachel was going to touch him.

Rachel suddenly got up off the couch and pulled up the easy chair so it was half-facing the couch. She lounged back and hiked up her skirt, her lacey red panties barely covering her neatly trimmed pussy.

“We’re just relaxing together, Jesse,” she cooed. Jesse watched as she moved her two free fingers down to her crotch, pushing the fabric aside, rubbing slow circles around her clit. “See? We’re just two friends watching some porn and getting off together… go ahead, Jesse… just relaaaaaxxxx…”

Rachel arched her back with self-indulgent pleasure. The sight was too much and Jesse felt his hands jump to this crotch, clumsily undoing his fly and fishing out his erection.

Rachel had to admit, the gossip had been accurate. Jesse sported an impressive nine inches and was hard as hickory. She swiveled her chair back to the screen. She was teasing herself mostly to encourage Jesse, but that didn’t mean she wanted to stare at her roommate’s cock as he diddled himself stupid.

At the end of the day, he was still just a gross, stupid boy. And now that she had manipulated him into wanking himself in their living room, it was time for phase two.

“Oh, isn’t that just divine?” she moaned, pretending she was enjoying this to no end. “Just riding those hot waves of pleasure… it’s so easy to just get lost…do you do that, Jesse? Do you ever goon yourself stupid?”

“G-g-goooon?” Jesse mumbled, his hand robotically working up and down his cock.

“Yeah! Y’know, just stroke and edge, and edge and stroke…again and again… cumming is boring… you just get tired and fall asleep afterwards… isn’t it better to edge and let your mind sink into a frenzy of pleasure… I can show you… just listen and follow along… follow my instructions… just listen… do what I say… up, down, up, down, up, down, so close, so close, up and down, and STOP!”

She could see the rising orgasm approaching Jesse’s face, but he stopped exactly on cue, obediently responding to her commands.

This was going to be soooo much fun.

“Feel the edge? Oh, it’s so frustrating! But so enticing! You could just push yourself over the edge right now… You could cum your brains out if you wanted, but then you wouldn’t be able to feel that delicious pleasure… feel yourself craving it again? Don’t you want to go back to mindlessly stroking that rod of yours?”

“Y-y-yuh-huh!” Jesse babbled, squirming in his seat, his eyes drinking in the two models writhing naked together onscreen.

Rachel smiled, taking her hands out of her pants. She scooted closer to Jesse on the couch, her lips hovering over his ear.

“Then go again…come on, silly… stroke it up and down, up and down, feeling good, up and down, feels so good, up and down, up and down, better than sex, better than your girlfriend, up and down, and up and down and up and down and STOP!”

Jesse clenched his teeth and groaned in frustration, his befuddled mind meekly following along with Rachel’s commands. Rachel whipped out her lighter and lit up the end of her blunt, waving in front of Jesse’s face.

“Have another hit, Jesse.” It wasn’t an offer.

Jesse smiled drunkenly as Rachel held the doobie to his lips, making him take a long, deep drag. He sputtered and coughed and Rachel had to help him recover, his eyes glazed and bloodshot. He quickly settled back to ogling the porn on screen, his hand idly toying with his engorged cock.

Rachel picked up the remote and clicked the video back to the beginning and if Jesse noticed, he didn’t object.

“Ready? Let’s go again…”

A few nights had passed and Rachel was playing video games with her girlfriend, Trish, while Pravi was in bed with Jesse. The two girls were so engrossed in their game, they had almost forgotten about the couple until Pravi opened the bedroom door and marched out of the hose, slamming the door behind her.

“Whoa!” said Trish, glancing back. “What happened there?”

Rachel stared at the front door, as if she could see the young hottie walking away through the painted wood.

“I might have an idea,” she said with a sly grin.

Trish snapped her head to her girlfriend, her curly black locks bouncing across her face. “What are you up to?”

Rachel recoiled.

“Whoa. Girl! Why do you automatically assume that I had something to do with this?”

“Cause I know you,” Trish replied. “And I know that grin. So, spill it already. Did you spread a nasty rumor about them or something?”

Rachel grinned like a naughty child and shook her head, beckoning Trish closer.

“Ready for this?”

Trish nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“…I’m sabotaging his cock,” Rachel whispered. Trish gaped at her with a mix of shock and excitement.

“Oh. My. God, Rach! That’s just evil!”

“I know!” Rachel braggd, clapping her hands together. Then she leaned in close, looking her lover dead in the eye.

“Wanna help?”

Jesse couldn’t believe it. He had been waiting nearly a week to see Pravi again, practically dying to spank that bouncy ass while he ploughed her from behind. But when push came to shove, his dick decided to take a nap, hanging flaccid and useless no matter how much Pravi sucked him with her plump, sensual lips. He knew that even the most vigorous porn star got soft every now and again and some sporadic erectile dysfunction was very normal and understandable.

Unfortunately, nobody had told his girlfriend that.

“Please!” Jesse had pleaded as Pravi marched away. “I just need a few minutes, let’s just cuddle!”

“If I wanted to cuddle, I would have stayed home with my teddy bear!” Pravi said in her slightly clipped accent. “I think you need a bit of rest. Why don’t you call me when you’re…UP for the challenge.”

Her words cut deep and Jesse was left sitting alone and frustrated on his bed wondering what the hell happened. He’d been horny and restless all week, his dick constantly demanding his attention. Rachel hadn’t been much help with that issue. Since their joint masturbation session (double entendre) he found his mind wandering back to the raunchy porn clips she showed him. He’s start chubbing up to the memories of the huge, wobbling tits and horny moans.

After that evening, he managed to resist playing with himself for all of one day. Then Rachel began sending him links and small gifs.

“Check out these tits! Aren’t they amazing?” she’d text with an attached video.

“Just look at the butt on this Asian cutie! Doesn’t it get your cock hard?”

“I bet you can’t watch this slut giving a blowjob without jerking off…”

Sometimes he would resist for a few hours, trying to keep himself focused on his studies or exercise, but it wasn’t long before his curiosity dragged his eyeballs back to his computer, tentatively opening one of the links, promising that he would just look at one little video, just to see what the fuss was about.

Inevitably, Jesse’s hand would drift to his blossoming erection and suddenly he’d be two hours deep in a goon hole, just edging and scrolling, edging and scrolling, precum leaking out of his overworked boner. Despite how many times he resolved to save his load for his girlfriend, he’d keep teasing himself until he helplessly ruined his orgasm, his cum draining out of his cock along with his libido. He’d pass out, swearing to himself that he’d be stronger tomorrow, that he’d hold out until Pravi came over that weekend.

That was five days ago, and Jesse had blown his wad ten times. No wonder he didn’t have anything left for his girlfriend.

“Hey champ,” Rachel poked her head cautiously into his room. “Things didn’t work out that well with Pravi?”

Jesse grimaced and shook his head.

Rachel pouted in sympathy. “Sorry, dude. Hey, wanna get high with me and Trish?”

Jesse blew out a frustrated breath, grimacing. “I don’t know. I might just need a good night’s sleep.”

“Are you sure? We’re doing bong rips.”

The temptation normally wouldn’t have affected Jesse, who was more into dating than drugs, but his deep down in his body, he was already beginning to associate getting high with intense sexual pleasure. His brain betrayed him and rationalized that he should at least be social.

“Well…alright, but just to hang out. I’m not going to get high.”

Twenty minutes later, Jesse was sucking down his fourth bong rip, letting the glass pipe fill up with thick cannabis smoke before inhaling.

“Poor little, Jesse,” Trish said, helping him light the bulb. “Left all alone with no way to relieve all that sexual tension. Y’know, I’d offer to help you out…”

Trish wiggled her eyebrows flirtatiously at him and then threw her arm around Rachel’s shoulders “…but, spoken for.”

“Yeaaaahhh…” Jesse moaned through a mouthful of smoke. “That’s very generous… but I don’t think you’re my type. You’re cool and hot and everything, but, uh, you have… different equipment than what I’m after?”

Jesse glanced pointedly at Trish’s skirt, drawing attention to the small tent propping up on her lap.

“Hey, Tisshh…” said Jesse with bloodshot eyes. “I gotta ask you. Do you… uh… entertain yourself like…in the same way?”

“Like do I jerk off?” Trish asked bluntly. “Yes honey. Believe it or not I masturbate like every other human on the fucking planet.”

“No! Well, I knew that! But…” Jesse squirmed awkwardly, the smoke hitting his system heavily. “Like…do you watch the same porn or…uhm… special porn?”

The two girls laughed at Jesse’s ignorance.

“It’s just porn, silly!” Rachel said. “There’s nothing wild about it. What? You’ve never got off to chicks with dicks in porn before? It’s a very common fantasy!”

“Yeah, I get off to what I like,” Trish said. “Which is mostly cute cis girls,” she gave Rachel a  squeeze on the bottom, making her giggle. “But you know what’s super crazy sometimes?”

Jesse leaned in, his curiosity rising.

“Aroma,” whispered Trish. “Y’know, Poppers? You sniff them and get all woozy and high. Take them when you’re getting off and it’s a legit mindfuck!”

“So, it’s like…what? Huffing paint or glue or something?” Jesse asked, suspicious

“No! It’s way better, and not as bad for you,” Rachel said, sharing a conspiratory look with Trish. She reached behind into her purse and pulled out a dark brown, glass vial.

“Wanna try?”

Jesse hesitated, trying to formulate an excuse in his smoky brain.

“Oh, come on!” Trish teased him. “Look, I’ll go first!”

She popped off the top of the vial and covered one of her nostrils with her finger, taking a strong whiff from the open top.

“MmmmmMMMMYEAHH!!” Trish said, flopping back on the couch. “Ooohhh…Fuuuck! That’s sooo crazy!”

Rachel scooted closer to her girlfriend, a wicked grin on her face, and snaked her hand up her skirt.

“Does that get you nice and high, pretty lady? Does it make you weak and horny?”

“Mmhhhmmm…yeaaahhh…” Trish whined as Rachel teased her cock. Rachel turned back to Jesse, her eyes daring him to try.

“Well, damn!” said Jesse, grabbing the bottle. “With a review like that…”

He flipped open the bottle and took a quick, sharp sniff. His mind began melting into a sloshing puddle of pleasure, a warm sense of euphoria taking over his body. Rachel slithered closer to him along with Trish, still a little loopy from her hit.

“Isn’t it great?” Rachel said, holding the bottle under his nose. “Doesn’t it make everything so fuzzy, so silly?”

“So hard to think?” Trish chimed in. “All woozy, high, and horny?”

“Y-yeah…” Jesse slurred. “High and horny…”

“Yeah…” Rachel said, watching him with dark delight. “Take another hit.”

Jesse complied, his world sinking into a cloud of stupefied bliss.

“Try another,” Trish whispered from his left. He could hardly refuse.

“And another…”

A minute later, Jesse was wobbling on the couch, his eyes wide and unfocused, grinning open-mouthed into the air. Giggling, the girls waved their fingers in front of his face, scoffing as he followed them helplessly with his eyes, too stupid to understand they were laughing at him. At last, Rachel winked at Trish who nodded back.

“Hey!” Rachel announced, as if she just had the best idea in the world. “Who wants to watch some porn?”

Jesse wasn’t about to object as Rachel flipped on the TV and linked it to her laptop. She opened a special folder, trusting that Jesse was too out of it to notice the title ‘Jesse’s special SOFTware’. She clicked on one of the dozen videos and dragged it to full screen.

Jesse blinked and cocked his head to one side. This wasn’t porn, was it? For some reason all he saw was a red dot against a swirling background going back and forth across the screen. It moved back and forth….back and forth…and the more he watched it, the more often he would see a glimpse of a heavy set of tits or a hard cock, but the image would flash and he be back staring at the dot moving back and forth…back and forth…

Just like Trish who was swaying his shoulders back and forth…back and forth… so soothing…

The images came into sharper focus and Jesse feasted his eyes on the parade of dripping cunts, thick brown thighs, and bouncing butts. Rachel leaned closer to him, holding the bottle of aroma under his nose, giving him another brain-battering hit.

“Start touching your cock, silly boy…” Rachel cooed into his ear. “When you see porn…you touch your cock…when you see smut…you gotta stroke…you can’t help it…you just fall deeper, and deeper, and deeeepper…down that fun little goon hole. Watch the porn, watch the titties go bounce, bounce, bounce! Drink it all in… just fill up your eyes with porn!”

Jesse’s hand went straight to his fly. Trish helped him take out his cock and wrap his fingers around his stiffening shaft. The lewd images cycled faster and faster now. He ogled busty women giving sloppy blowjobs, shoving giant cocks between their slippery breasts, laughing and smiling at the camera. He watched lesbians making out, passing flesh-toned dildos between them, sucking and fucking the fake cocks with wild abandon.

Jesse’s eyes were on saucers and he was pistoning his fist up and down his cock, completely oblivious to the two cackling women watching him. Words began to flash on the screen, flowing into Jesse’s brain without the slightest hinderance.

HARD ONLY FOR PORN

BEAT OFF TO PORN

YOU ONLY GET OFF TO PORN

PORN IS SO WONDERFUL

WASTE ALL YOUR ENERGY

GOON TO PORN EVERY NIGHT

Jesse floated in a dream world, his mind a thousand miles away. The buzz from the pot and aroma compounded the lazy, indolent pleasure of jacking off. He sighed free and easy, all the time in the world to just ride that edge again…and again…and again…. He felt the precum sliding between his fingers as he grunted, trapped in his daze of arousal.

The video screen shifted to a close up of a blonde’s enormous rack bouncing up and down in slow motion, bright pink and purple words flashing from her plunging cleavage.

PORN IS BETTER THAN SEX

YOUR FIST IS BETTER THAN PUSSY

YOU ONLY GET HARD FOR PORN

Jesse didn’t care what the words were telling him. It just felt so unbelievably good to keep jerking, keep pumping his stick, drowning in a sea of naked bodies and sex, never quite pushing himself through to climax.

Off to the side, Rachel was making out with Trish, her hand teasing her hard cock out of her skirt and stroking her shaft languorously.

“Do you think we got him hooked?” Trish said between kisses. Rachel made an evil grin.

“I think so. Why don’t we just leave him here to blow out a few hundred neurotransmitters and we can continue in the bedroom?”

Trish nodded eagerly, but then glanced over at Jesse, dumb, horny, and helplessly gooning his brains out. She almost felt a pang of sympathy.

“So, your plan is to just get him addicted to porn? Is there another endgame here I’m not seeing?”

Rachel gave her a knowing look and cut her questions short with a quick tug on her cock. “You just leave that to me, darling. And don’t you worry your pretty head about it.”

Trish melted into Rachel’s grip, happily surrendering to her.

“Yes, Rach…” she said as her girlfriend led her by the cock to their bedroom.

Friday rolled around and Jesse was able to convince Pravi to give him another shot. The lithe Indian beauty showed up just after six o’clock, her tight body wrapped up in a form fitting shirt and black leather pants. Jesse found himself a lot more nervous than usual, his confidence, once a given, now badly shaken. It wasn’t just his past performance (or lack thereof) that bothered him. Instead, he was worried since he had spent every night for the whole past week choking down weed gummies and edging himself stupid to Rachel’s special porn videos. She had lent him a folder with several files.

It seemed that the more he watched the more he needed to see.

Jesse showed Pravi into his bedroom, hastily stashing away the used-up vial of aroma he got from Rachel.

“So?” Pravi asked, sitting down on the edge of Jesse’s bed. “are you feeling a bit more…refreshed today?” she asked in her clipped accent.

“Oh…you bet!” Jesse brimmed with false confidence.

“Good,” Pravi said, letting her shirt slip down her shoulder, her round café-colored tit falling out from her neckline. “Care for an appetizer?”

Jesse perked up and slid his hands around his girlfriend’s waist, his lips sucking and nibbling her breast. Pravi reached down, expecting to find her boyfriend’s prick bulging in his jeans.

Instead, her hand squeezed around a squishy, flaccid tube of flesh. Jesse coughed awkwardly and tried to shift his cock in his pants, hoping for better circulation. Pravi smiled sweetly at him and sank to her knees.

“Let me try to give you some inspiration,” she said.

Jesse nodded and undid his fly, letting his limp cock flop into the open. Pravi ran her smooth fingers around his base and over his balls, her pointed nails lightly scratching his skin. The sensation was divine, heavenly, and yet Jesse still couldn’t get hard!

The young lady brought her dark, cherry lips to the head of his cock, kissing it tenderly and wiggling it around with her tongue. She squeezed his base, trying to slide it in and out of her warm mouth. When that didn’t work, she lightly ringed her thumb and forefinger around the head, stroking lightly while flicking the tip with her tongue.

It was the sexiest way a girl had ever treated his cock, and yet Jesse could only moan in frustration as his prick stubbornly refused to swell up. Pravi’s enthusiasm faded to boredom as she monotonously stroked his soft member, a look of exasperated disappointment on her face.

“Oh! Uh! Wait! Keep going! I think I’m getting …oh no! OH NOO!!” Jesse groaned as a single spurt of watery cum dribbled out of his flaccid cock. Pravi opened her mouth in silent indignation to see her previously vigorous boyfriend now ejaculating uselessly from his limp dick. He hadn’t even gotten halfway up.

“Wait, did you just cum?” Pravi asked, hardly wanting to believe it. But when she looked up, Jesse was already slumped over on his bed, completely passed out.

“Ay! Bekar ling!” Pravi muttered the phrase for useless dick in Hindi and stormed out.

Pravi barged into Jesse’s living room in a huff, surprised to see his roommate, Rachel, with her girlfriend on the couch.

“Hi Pravi!” said Rachel. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yeah,” Pravi said, dejected. “I had my hopes on a romantic evening, but somebody couldn’t rise to the occasion.”

“Uh-oh! Sounds like boy trouble!” Rachel’s girlfriend, Trish, said with a taunting lilt. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s why we don’t bother with them! They’re just too horny and weak and wind up ruining themselves to porn all day.”

Pravi stopped in her tracks, slightly stung by Trish’s words.

“Jesse has been watching porn?” she asked.

Rachel nodded with a sympathetic expression. “Yeah, I’m afraid so, sweetie. I hear him late at night. Sorry, but that’s boys for you.”

Pravi bit her lip and paced around the room fuming. How could he do this to her? Wasn’t she enough to satisfy him? The two other girls stood up, sensing her distress, and came to put reassuring hands on her shoulders while Rachel surreptitiously blocked Pravi’s path to the door.

“Hey, hey!” cooed Trish. “I know it sucks, but remember this doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Yeah!” Rachel said from Pravi’s other shoulder. “Boys are idiots! You could be Taylor fucking Swift and he still would have gone soft on you.”

“Thank you… really. I know boys only know how to think with their cocks, but it’s still painful,” said Pravi, hanging her head. Trish put a hand on her back, gently squeezing the spot between her shoulders. The lithe woman sighed and leaned into her slightly.

“Hey?” Trish said, coaxing Pravi’s eyes to hers. “Do you want to know what the best painkiller is?”

Pravi scrunched up her face, her bee-stung lips forming an adorable pout. Trish smirked and held up a fat blunt between her fingers.

“Wanna join us?”

Pravi blinked and recoiled in surprise. For a split-second, Rachel worried that they would scare the innocent thing off. But then Pravi laughed and reached into her bag.

“Ha! Well, gracious! If you ladies wanted to smoke some ganga,” from her bag she took out a thick stone chillum, a seven fingered cannabis leaf carved into its side, “…you should have just told me!”

The three girls laughed and joked as Pravi loaded the hollowed stone tube with a small pinch of weed and then taught Trish and Rachel how to use it.

“You just make a little chamber with your hands, leave a small opening for your mouth near your thumbs. Yes, just like that! The chillum goes between your hands here,” she stuck the empty end of the tube between Trish’s interlocked fingers, “and now we light the chillum here.”

Pravi held the lighter up and instructed Trish to take a deep hit, drawing the smoke down through the cave made by her hands and into lungs. Trish reeled back, coughing a little and then nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Wow! That’s nice!”

“My turn!” Rachel cried.

A few minutes later, the girls had passed Pravi’s chillum around several times and were now lazing on the couch, melting into an amiable cuddle pile as they spaced out, staring at the ceiling. Rachel matched Pravi hit for hit, and had to admit that the tight, athletic girl was much more of a heavy weight than her former boyfriend. Still, Rachel was lucid enough to think while it looked like Pravi would be lost in her hazy dreamland for a while. Trish was blazed out of her mind, but that didn’t matter. Rachel could take it from here.

“Oh, wowww…” Rachel said, playing up her inebriation. “This shit is amazing! Do you think you could scoot over and make some room?”

“Hmmm? Oh! Sure…yeah…” Pravi murmured, wriggling closer to Trish. The taller woman opened her arms and guided Pravi to lean against her torso, her fingertips lightly caressing Pravi’s arms. Rachel picked up the blunt from the table and lit the tip. Pravi held up her hands defensively

“Oh, my! Oh, no. I’m…I’m very very good…thank you…I….I…uhhh…”

Her weak protests died as her eyes fixed on the glowing end of the blunt. Rachel took a small hit and then waved the blunt in front of Pravi’s eyes, dragging them back and forth… back and forth…

“Don’t worry, Pravi… just relax… we’re just chilling out… just us girls… so easy to relaaaxxx…”

Pravi’s eyes drooped as she followed the glowing tip back and forth with a docile grin. She didn’t even react when Rachel took another hit and blew the smoke straight in her face.

“Sooo dopey and drowsy… you like this lazy, fuzzy feeling… so nice to relax with the girls…”

Trish’s hands moved away from Pravi’s arms and began to gently run over the contours of her breasts over her shirt, scratching lightly at her nipples. Pravi sighed, sinking deeper into Trish’s clutches.

“Mmm…relaaaaxxxeed…” Pravi purred, sleepily.

“Goood…” Rachel said, smiling wickedly at Pravi. “Watching the ember… so pretty… girls are so pretty… you like girls, don’t you?”

Pravi’s eyebrows knitted together. Did she like girls? She was having a hard time remembering. Rachel took another drag and blew the smoke into her face. Trish snaked her hands under Pravi’s shirt, pinching both of her bare nipples. The toasted woman gasped and inhaled another lungful of THC.

“Yesss…” Rachel continued. “You love girls… guys are too much hassle… they’re too unreliable… they’re never hard enough to satisfy you… Jesse can never satisfy you…”

“J-Jesse…?” Pravi stirred at her boyfriend’s name. Rachel blew another puff of smoke at her.

“Yes… Jesse can’t satisfy you… he’s too soft… he doesn’t satisfy you, does he?”

“D-doesn’t…satisfy me…” said Pravi, no longer bothering to question the pretty girl filling her mind with smoke.

“You like girlsss…”

“I…like…girlsss…” Pravi repeated.

“Girls are better than guys…”

“Yes…better than guys…” Pravi sighed as Trish’s hand gently stroked her pussy through the front of her pants.

“Good… just close your eeeyyyeeesss…” Rachel said as she brushed her hand over Pravi’s face. The Indian woman succumbed and let her head drop back against Trish’s chest with a sleepy, lustful smile. “Surrendering to your desires… surrendering to my words… listening to your pussy… letting yourself feel sooo good…”

Pravi mewled as Trish teased her slit and clit through the heavy fabric. She pulled Pravi’s blouse up with her other hand letting her nut-brown breasts flop out, her nipples stiff as erasers. Rachel crushed out the joint and reached behind the couch for something.

“Praaavviii…” she called in her ear. “You’re so silly and stoned right now… sooo needy and horny… you love getting cozy and girly with us…don’t you?”

Pravi mumbled and long, sleepy yes, her breath catching as Trish’s hand slithered under her waistband.

“You know we can give you something Jesse never can… We are your superior lovers… you can never resist our charms… you just have no fight in you when you hear my soothing, sexy voice…”

“Mmmmnnnooo…nooo fiiight…” Pravi sighed.

“In a moment, I’m going to show you something amazing. It is so fascinating, you’re just going to feel your brain shrink to a little dot, completely unable to think, only follow along with anything I tell you… Do you understand, Pravi?”

Pravi bucked her hips against Trish’s hand while the trans girl nibbled Pravi’s ear, groping her tits.

“Uh-huh!...uh-huh!...mmmmm….UH-HUH!”

“Well, that sounds like a yes,” Trish giggled.

“Good girl, Pravi… just a helpless toy for us… Open your eyes, darling…”

Pravi’s dark eyes fluttered open and immediately focused on the ten-inch, rigid, flesh-tone strap-on that Rachel wore around her waist. Her dreamy smile disappeared as Pravi gazed at the hard phallus with burning hunger. Rachel swayed her hips and shifted backward, causing Pravi to bob her head and drift forward. She followed the tip of the thick cock until she was crawling on all fours like a horny pig.

“Don’t think, pretty girl…” Rachel said, grabbing a fistful of Pravi’s hair. “Just follow…”

“..fffolloo—OOHH!” Pravi stopped talking as the hard prick jumped into her mouth, her jaw relaxing and her lips sucking on the shaft like a popsicle. She was so focused on sucking that she never questioned it when Trish yanked off her pants. Two long fingers probed her pussy lips, smearing her wetness around clit, letting it slip and slide deliciously through the finger pads. Pravi’s eyes crossed as Rachel thrust her hips, working the strap on deeper into the entranced woman’s mouth.

“That’s right,” said Rachel. “Feels so good to surrender to lesbian cock. You don’t like guys anymore… you certainly don’t care about your limp dick boyfriend… what was his name dear?”

Pravi’s eyes fluttered as she tried to remember her boyfriend’s name.

“Mm…MMM-mmm-NNN?” she mumbled from around the thick shaft.

“That’s right, you don’t know!” Rachel cooed. Trish rewarded Pravi by slipping her fingers deeper into her cunt, letting the desperate woman buck her flaring hips into her hand. “He’s not worth remembering anyway… you don’t care for him at all… isn’t that right?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“What was that, dear?” Rachel said, pulling her hips away suddenly, letting her dildo pop out of Pravi’s lips. The young girl whined, begging to have Rachel thick cock in her mouth. “Do you want your boyfriend anymore?”

“N-no!” Pravi groaned.

“What do you need now, Pravi girl? What gets you nice and wet in that sweet pussy of yours?”

“I… I like girls! Oh! I just want girls with big hard girl cocks! OOH! PLEASE! I’ll do anything for your cock!” Pravi begged.

Rachel smiled cruelly, exchanging a knowing look with Trish.

“Anything huh?” Rachel gloated. “I think we can work something out. Now be a good girl and turn around.”

Jesse woke up an hour later, propping himself on his elbows as he searched his room for Pravi. He couldn’t believe it! She had just left him after he blew his load without even getting hard. He buried his face in his hands, shame welling up inside him. How could he embarrass himself like that again? At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Pravi and every girl on campus viewed him as completely pathetic.

That was it! He had to make a clean break. From now on, no more drugs, no more porn, no more jacking off! He jumped out of bed, wiping off his dried semen with an old pair of boxers. He threw on his clothes and barged out of his room. He was going to find Rachel and tell her to keep her distance along with her tranny girlfriend. With a head full of steam, he turned the corner…and froze in his tracks.

There, in the middle of the living room, was his girlfriend getting spit-roasted by Trish and Rachel, the latter sporting a huge strap-on. Pravi was taking Rachel’s huge dildo from behind while deep throating Trish’s girl cock, her eyes rolling in pleasure. His jaw hit the floor as the two scheming lesbians turned their heads to him, smiling in triumph.

“Well, well, look who’s woke up from his nap?” Trish taunted. “Were you wondering where your sweet little girlfriend went?”

“Don’t worry,” Rachel said with agonizing smugness. “We took good care of her.”

“Better care than you could with that limp dick of yours!” Trish laughed before thrusting harder into Pravi’s mouth making the sweet, young girl squirm.

“What…what the fuck is going on?” Jesse stuttered. “Pravi? You’re…you’re not into girls! What do you think you’re doing?”

“She’d getting a good dicking for once,” Rachel answered for Pravi. “Two good dickings to be precise. And she absolutely loves it! I think she’s been desperate for a good hard fuck even before I started messing with your head. Right, Pravi?”

Rachel yanked Jesse’s girlfriend off Trish’s cock by her hair. The young lady gasped and smiled drunkenly, her eyes swimming with unfathomable pleasure.

“Hyuuhh…Yeah! Oh! I love girl cock so much! Girls are so much better than boys!”

Pravi turned her head, looking at Jesse for the first time since he entered. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed with a look of pure disdain. “Especially pathetic white boys who don’t know how to use their fucking dicks!” she said. She arched her back a little more, making her plump ass stick out as Rachel continued to rail her with the strap-on.

“And you know what?” Pravi hissed at Jesse. “You never deserved me. You never deserved this delicious, hot Indian pussy. Mmmmm…not when I have two sexy girlfriends who know how to treat my yoni like the divine temple it is…mmmm…”

Pravi lifted her torso and shimmied her round, perky breasts. “You’re not going to squeeze these little babies any more…. Because you’re just a useless…weak…uhm!...weak little gooner.”

Jesse could feel tears beginning to well up, his heart ripped in two to hear his former lover speak to him like he was trash.

“Prav…please….this isn’t you!” he pleaded.

“Oh no, my stupid white boy!” Pravi said, picking her head up and staring at him like a cobra. “This is exactly what a beautiful, Indian princess like me deserves. Two young, talented, hung ladies who really know how to take care of me… MMMhhhhmmmm…” Pravi leaned back to meet Rachel’s strapon, her eyes swiveling to Trish’s stiff erection as it bobbed in front of her face.

“I love it when my girlfriends take care of me. So hot and horny for my girlfriends…love my girlfriends…”

Pravi’s eyes drifted closed as she continued to mutter softly.

“…obey my girlfriends… fuck my girlfriends… wanna be my girlfriends’ slave…”

“Ooops! Don’t fall asleep yet, silly!” Trish said, popping her dick back in the drowsy woman’s mouth. “Get back to sucking that pacifier nice and deep… just suck and drift…” Pravi closed her eyes and let her head bob up and down on Trish’s cock. It was the first time Jesse had ever seen it out and hard before. He found himself shrinking with envy.

“Damn you, you bitch!” Jesse growled at Rachel. “I’ll get you for this! I’ll get you thrown out of school. I’ll fucking ruin you online. What the fuck kinda psychopath does this?!”

“Awww, now baby,” Rachel said, slipping her strap on out of Pravi’s gaping, wet pussy. She sauntered closer to Jesse, her phallus swinging with every step. “I’m not ALL that cruel. I’ll give you a fighting chance, sound good?”

Jesse didn’t like the way Rachel was standing in place, swaying back and forth on her heels. It was making her huge dildo swing back and forth…back and forth… just like all those cocks he had watched in those porn files. Swinging as he stroked up and down…back and forth…

“N-no! I won’t fall for it!” He said, trying to tear his eyes away.

“Fall for what, stupid?” Rachel said sweetly. “Fall for the opportunity to fuck Pravi silly while she’s fucked up and horny as hell?” Rachel stepped back and gently guided Pravi’s hips so her ass was sticking up, her body shaking back and forth from sucking Trish’s dick. Her gleaming wet pussy lips called out to him, the memory of her sweet slippery walls tempting him.

“Just go ahead! Get hard and fuck her! She’ll never forget it. She’ll be permanently addicted to your cock after that. You couldn’t tear her away if you tried. You just have to blow a nice load inside your most favorite pussy in the whole world…”

Jesse licked his lips. He could do this. He could show these smug dykes who was in charge. He stepped up and undid his fly, his hand grabbing his cock.

It felt like a soggy rope of wet spaghetti.

He squeezed his hand around it, tried to slip the head over and through his fingers again and again. He tried slapping it hard in desperation. It was no use. He was soft as jelly.

“Awwww…” Rachel mocked him. “Not up to the task, little boy? Why don’t you just have a seat instead?”

“No! I can….I can do it…I just…I just need…”

“I said... Sit. Down.” Rachel’s voice turned hard as flint. Jesse felt his legs fold, his body bending to Rachel’s will.

“You can’t fuck… say it!”

Jesse couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “…I can’t fuck.”

“You only watch…say it!”

“I …only watch…”

“You don’t deserve her…” Rachel glared sternly at Jesse, like a headmistress daring her student to disobey.

“…I…I don’t deserve her…”

“You’re a cuck… say it.”

“I’m a cuck…” Jesse said, feeling every ounce of defiance leave him. He collapsed into himself, his ego in ruins. “I’m a cuck…I’m a cuck…”

“Yes…You’re our little cuck toy now. Because we’re so much smarter and stronger than you… you wanna watch us… stroke your useless dick for me, cuckslave!”

Jesse stared vacantly at his former girlfriend as Trish turned her around and entered her from behind as Pravi gazed blankly at Jesse’s humiliation, his half flaccid cock flopping around in his hand like a fish. Rachel lorded over Jesse, sticking her dildo into his face.

“Suck on it, Jesse… lick your girl’s juices from my cock… that’s the closest you’re gonna come to tasting her divine pussy every again, isn’t that right Pravi, dear?”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Pravi moaned as Trish railed her. “Whatever my girlfriends saaayyy….”

“Here,” Rachel said, detaching the dildo from her harness and stripping down to her bare pussy. “You can amuse yourself with this,” she said slapping the cock into Jesse’s hand for him to suck while he watched. “I want to see how well this cutie licks pussy!”

Jesse sighed in defeat and somberly put the dildo in his mouth, sucking away like a good boy, his resistance completely evaporated as he tried to summon a semi-hardon from his limp penis, shameful arousal pulsing through his veins. It was humiliating yet strangely relieving to accept that Rachel and Trish were so much more powerful than him. He didn’t have to waste his energy fighting a futile cause, he could just accept his place as a cuckslave to these three superior women.

After all, it was the best a loser porn junkie like him could ever hope for.

At last, Trish shrieked out and exploded in Pravi’s tight cunt, the sudden climax pushing both Pravi and Rachel over the edge at the same time. For a glorious moment, all three women writhed in orgasm while Jesse beat his spongey meat, almost managing to rub out a tiny spurt.

The ladies collapsed on the couch, melting into the afterglow together while Jesse whimpered and panted from his seat on the armchair. At last, Rachel got up and put a hand on his head, her thumb lightly tapping his forehead.

“That’s enough, stupid cuckslave,” she said, bringing his relentless gooning to a close. “You’re going to end up hurting yourself. Now listen. You know that you’re just a pathetic loser now, who’s never going to sexually please another woman ever again, because you’re just too helpless to jerk that goon stick of yours day in and day out. You’re an addict, Jesse, and it’s time you admit that.”

Jesse nodded, his spirits sinking with his unsatisfied cock. He glanced at Pravi sleeping peacefully in Trish’s arms in the nude. He desperately wished he could make her feel so content like that.

Of course, he couldn’t.

“Fortunately,” Rachel continued. “There is a small treatment we could do that might…MIGHT just give you some hope.”

Jesse looked up, not daring to believe Rachel’s poisoned words. She stalked towards Jesse, a vindictive smile on her face as she showed him the silver chastity cage in her hands.

“I think we’ll start with a good month in the cage for you,” Rachel said, running her fingers through Jesse’s hair. “Then we’ll see how useful a cuck slave you can be for us.”

Jesse moaned, too weak and helpless to object as Rachel gingerly fed his cock and balls into the silver cage, wincing as he heard it click shut.