69!

You are now controlling and vicariously experiencing two hot young lesbians as one eats the other one out in a women's bathroom stall. What more could you ask for? You keep them there, Haruka perpetually licking and lapping up juices and Shana lying back, waiting for orgasm.

But for being so pliable, Haruka deserves some pleasure, too-- not that she should stop tongue-fucking Shana, no, they only need to switch positions.

With your mental guidance, the couple steps out of the bathroom stall and moves to the center of the restroom, where they lay their naked bodies down, ignoring the cold floor. Your lover's body will keep you warm, you tell them.

It's dirty, thinks Haruka, her back to the light green tiles.
Not as dirty as you, you retort. Forget the floor, just thinking about pleasing your girlfriend.

Shana hovers over the girl on bottom, looking deeply into her eyes and teasing Haruka's nipples with her own. "Ready?" she asks. Haruka gives a little nod, and Shana turns around to give her pussy back to Haruka's waiting tongue. She groans at feeling the smooth, wet pleasure once more, waiting just a few moments before getting to work on the other horny snatch.

And so the sapphic ladies do their 69, feeling pleasure unlike anything they've ever experienced, thanks to you. Of course, you have them to thank, too, also for giving you pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced before: what feels like two simultaneous blowjobs-- two gorgeous ladies licking and sucking your one cock at exactly the same time.

"Oh God, I didn't know this felt so good!" Haruka mutters, finally feeling what her own work feels like. She squeezes her girlfriend's butt cheeks while she darts her tongue in and out of the dripping pussy. The red flesh grows slick and hot as love juice comes dribbling out into her mouth.

"Yes, I want you to feel as good as I do," replies Shana, licking and fingering Haruka's throbbing clit. When Haruka begs for more, she happily complies, moving her fingers to the girl's labial lips, and then her own lips to Haruka's red button.

"More! More!" Haruka cries, uncontrollably. Her body cringes and spasms as the erotic sensations rock her very soul. Shana kisses and licks the clit as fast as she can, and dips one finger into her beloved's canal. Still, it's not enough as she begins to kick wildly. Shana has to hold the girl's thighs just to keep her steady.

"Is it good like this?" Shana asks, thoughtfully.
"Give it to me deeper, Baby!" Haruka replies. "Make it deeper!"

Shana is shocked at her girlfriend's incredible horniness, who-- thus far-- has been too shy to let anything really serious happen, let alone in a public bathroom. She must be a nympho long-suppressed, waiting for some kind of (telepathic) trigger to release the dam. Still, Shana doesn't let such thoughts bother her.

And lo, the dam is indeed released, when Shana pushes her finger in all the way to the knuckle. Haruka's pussy gushes, the sticky excretion pooling on the floor underneath. It's not cold at all, she thinks to herself.

Meanwhile, out in the coffee shop, you can feel your own wetness permeating your underwear. You might have to get into the bathroom yourself so you can whack off before you cum right here in the store. You adjust yourself in your seat, so as to make yourself a little less conspicuous. Michael Hersh doesn't notice anything, as he's too busy mind-flirting with that doting waitress, who might still think he's Brad Pitt. So he must not be paying attention to your "lesson" at all. It feels more like you're the one giving lessons-- to two Japanese babes on how to love eachother. Looks like you're really getting the hang of this!

Suddenly, an older woman gets up from her drink and plods over to the restroom. Uh oh, this could be bad if she walks in on your two girls. You quickly push into her the suggestion that she might as well finish her coffee before she uses the toilet. She easily obliges and goes back to her seat, where you suggest that coffee tastes better when enjoyed slowly, which can be true enough. The woman bites, and your subjects are safe from public exposure for a little longer.

But as luck would have it, more and more people need to use the restroom, and you can only keep so many out for so long. You push with your mind, this way and that, convincing women of all kinds that they don't need to pee, or wash their hands, or that their hair looks fine, but biological urges soon trump your mental impositions, and it becomes more than a matter of just pushing suggestions. You actively try to control the most ardent, spending a lot of brain power to hold them at bay. It's working somewhat, but the strain on your mind is taking its toll, reviving that horrid headache.

You're beginning to lose control. Your consciousness jumps from person to person, completely lost in the sea of psyches. You feel the urge to urinate yourself, you even feel... cramped, and bloated... you suddenly feel fat.

The headache turns into a migraine, smashing your cranium like a heavy metal drummer. Several women suddenly drop to their knees, clutching their groins and moaning ecstatically. Your thoughts are transmitting everywhere. It would be best to pull out of everything, but suddenly it's hard to tell which consciousness is really yours. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go in so deep. Maybe you should...should...

...should get back up. Someone familiar looks down at you, saying something, but you can't hear it. The floor feels so hard on your paralyzed body. You struggle to recover, but you're so numb you can't tell if you're moving at all.

And then everything is black.