The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Betty rumbled across the California border and into Arizona. Casey leaned against the enger side door. Her bare feet wiggled on Hale’s lap. She hummed and smiled, stark naked.

Hale wore a shirt, and his cock flagged, but that could be explained by the wetness shimmering in the morning sun on Casey’s chin and throat. She ran her fingers up the window, rocking out to old rock and roll banging on the speakers.

They’d been out of Barstow less than twenty four hours. Their adventure had been little more getting to a cheap motel and fucking each other raw. They were functioning on very little sleep and very stale coffee.

“You want breakfast?” he asked.

“I’d have to get dressed,” Casey said.

“Then I’d get to strip you after,” Hale bartered.

Casey erupted in warm giggles. She bit her lip, her hazel eyes glinting.

She finished her song and straightened. Hale rested a hand on her ankle and the side of his fist on the steering wheel. They made it another mile before they pulled off the road and down an off ramp to a tiny town of about twelve thousand. It didn’t take much to find a little diner. He pulled deep into the parking lot and they struggled to dress without flashing too much to the busy little breakfast nook.

No one paid them any mind.

No person.

Hale stepped out into the dust and found himself face to face with a coyote. He stopped as Casey jumped from the driver’s seat and onto his back.

“Look at her! She’s adorable!” Casey pointed.

“You think it’s a girl?” Hale asked.

“Boys have dicks, right Miss Coyote?”

“I dunno,” the coyote answered. “How much dick have you had these past ten days?”

Casey squealed and it was all Hale could do to keep her steady on his back. He elbowed the truck door closed.

“At least I’m not totally bonkers,” he said.

“You’ve talked to coyotes before?!” Casey asked. She elbowed him. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Don’t leave your empty cup unattended,” the coyote said. “Especially not so someone can see it from the window. What would you do if it got stolen?”

“Shit,” Hale said, dropping Casey to the ground.

“Hale... Coyote, I—”

The coyote had run off.

“Hale!” Casey squealed. Hale grabbed the ring, stuffed it into his pocket and frowned. He looked at her. “Get your bag.”

“OK, why—”

Hale pulled the zipper, dropped the ring in the bag, and zipped it shut. “It doesn’t leave your shoulder...” He worried she wouldn’t be able to do anything. “It stays in reach at all times.”

“Yeah, fine,” Casey said.

“Are you going to tell me about the coyote?” she asked.

“What I can.” He agreed.

They ate a pile of pancakes and bacon, sipping coffee, and tipping their waitress. The little diner was mostly full of locals, but it was clear they got a handful of folks off the interstate and the whole town was warm and welcome.

Hale washed down a blueberry pancake and smiled as the waitress poured his cup full again.

“I don’t think hoarding the ring is enough,” Casey said. “I think it’s a danger if it’s not on someone’s finger.”

“Yeah, what do you think happens to us if I get that on another girl’s hand?”

Casey blushed to her ears. She pulled her cap down over her face and leaned in to speak to him. “Something I can live with.”

Hale grinned.

“Curious?”

“Not before these,” she spread out her fingers to show off the ring. “But, I think I am, yeah.”

“Fine,” he said. “Then we need better answers.”

“I’ll send more emails,” she said.

He frowned. “Right, but we should do something fun.”

“Fun darlin’?” the waitress asked while she was walking back from another table.

Casey looked the waitress up and down. If she was twenty years younger, she’d still know Hale would veto her. She felt like she had a loaded gun in her bag and not in the comforting way.

“Flagstaff’s a dark sky city,” she said. “Not far down the road. Stars to infinity. It’s romantic. The whole place is just spiritual. You shouldn’t miss it.”

Hale looked at Casey.

“I don’t know about you,” he said. “But I’m feeling a little spiritual lately.”

“And we haven’t stopped being romantic for over a week,” Casey said. Sending the waitress laughing to another customer.

Terry Hofstetter lit a cigarette on the balcony of his New York apartment. His wife was inside. They’d been at odds for a while. She didn’t like the fighting amongst the Hofstetters. She was happy enough to send Betty to her boy.

Old Marcus had been an enigma. Few men left the world with that many women pissed at him.

“Terry?” Linda pulled the glass door open and came out with Terry’s phone. Terry found it so intrusive how Linda could answer his cell phone. “It’s a friend of yours. Soren. Do I know him?”

“No,” he said, taking the phone. “Go back inside.”

“Yeah,” she said, unhappy to be dismissed, but she also hated the smell of cigarettes and would’ve retreated if he didn’t send her away like that.

“Soren? You got a hit?”

“Some email from a… Casey Evans. The name mean anything to you?”

“No, not at all,” he said. “Well, what is it?”

“College kids, looking for translations for some Nordic script. Script that matches letter for letter with the runes you sent me. And... both phrases are etched into rings. Sent pictures.”

“Fuck! That’s it! That’s what I’m looking for. What can you tell me about Casey Evans? Who is he?”

“Didn’t really give me much to go on. Email’s from a Barstow Community College add—”

Terry hung up in Soren’s ear. He yanked the glass door open.

“Terry? What—”

“You told me you searched that truck, top to bottom.”

“Betty? The one I sent to Hale? What about it?”

“How the fuck did you miss it?!”

“One, you don’t get to yell at me like that, I’m not—”

“Linda!”

“I didn’t miss anything! I even filmed the whole inspection. You watched it. Six times I might add, before you said it was ‘good enough’ and we could send the truck to Hale. If I missed something, you did too.”

“Goddammit!” he said. “We’re going out to Barstow. Call your son.”

“Oh! Pretty!” Casey said, pointing out yet another girl as they walked down the street. They’d parked Betty at the motel and were out looking for dinner.

And another girl.

“Yeah, not bad,” Hale agreed. “You’ve got great taste.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to like her too,” Casey said.

“Yeah,” Hale sighed.

“What?”

“Is hot enough? There’s lots of hot. That’s the eighth girl you pointed out since we got into town. But, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“And you’re fucking cool,” he said. “I don’t want just gorgeous.”

He gestured for Casey to turn. She looked up and down. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t be into this kind of new age-y shit, but...” he wiggled his ring in front of Casey’s eye.

“It’s just going to be a bunch of healing crystals and costume jewelry,” Casey warned, but she went through the door Hale held open anyways.

“Oh, a gentleman!” The girl at the counter said. “Nice. Most of the guys who come in here are a bit too... I don’t know. Hi! I’m Ivy. Are you looking for anything special.”

Ivy was a petite Latina girl with vivid, and somehow understated, makeup. She was pretty, not much older than Hale and Casey. She had long flowing black hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a small black dress, low-cut, and finished with a black choker around her neck. A muted turquoise sat on her throat.

“Maybe,” Casey said. “You just hawk this stuff or do you know your shit?”

“I know my shit,” Ivy said, smirking, dimple forming in her cheek. She zigzagged around the glass counter. Casey elbowed Hale excitedly as Ivy came over.

“Maybe,” Hale said.

“Maybe I know my shit?” she asked. “Try me.”

Hale grinned. “You ever seen something like these before?”

He lifted Casey’s hand and then his own and showed the rings to Ivy.

“Oh! Adorable!” she said. “You two are so cute together! We’ve got some Nordic carved skulls and some witchcraft shit over this way, but that’s mostly for the tourists.”

“Yeah,” Casey said. “We’re more interested in the real magic. The spooky or weird.”

“Oh god! Me too!” she said. “C’mon, I’ll show you some of my favorites.”

“She’s not boring,” Hale said before they followed Ivy deeper into the store.

“She’s certainly inviting,” Casey said. “And wow! Her ass is fantastic!”

“Thanks!” Ivy said, turning and sticking out her tongue. “My ears are even better.”

She giggled and waved them in. Casey blushed in embarrassment.

Her back room was stacked with totes and boxes and labeled with carefully written tape on the front, saying things like ‘haunted candlesticks’ or ‘magnetic rocks’ or ‘feather necklace from dig site.’

“Most of the store’s business is done online,” she said. “And the really fun stuff, well it’s back here cause tourists want baubles, the big buyers require FedEx.”

“These rings are supposedly tied to the legend of Draupnir,” Casey prompted.

“Yeah?” Ivy said. “Odin’s rings make eight more every nine days. Cool.”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “I think the story’s a bit embellished.”

“It is a myth,” she said.

“Right, this ring,” he raised his. “Has only made two so far.”

“We’re going for it?! Just like that?” Casey asked, smiling brightly.

That’s when Hale’s phone rang. Mom was calling. “Hey babe, play nice.” He kissed Casey on the cheek and headed out to the front of the store for some privacy.

“Hey Mom,” he answered.

“Hey babe! Terry and I are going to be in Barstow in... Twelve hours. Where’s good for dinner?”

“Jenny’s is the best place,” Hale said. “Why are you going to Barstow?”

“To see you,” she then pulled her phone from her face and shouted a thank you at someone moving her bags. “We land in LAX and then we’ll be driving up to you. Meet us at Jenny’s?”

“Can’t,” Hale said.

“She got a name?” his mother asked smirkingly.

“Yeah, Casey,” he said.

“Evans?” she asked, in a hushed tone.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I had told you about her,” he looked at his ring and decided to keep some details to himself. “Yeah, we finally hooked up after exams.”

“Well I’d love to meet her and I know more than anything that college kids love meals they don’t have to pay for themselves, bring her out to Jenny’s,” she said.

“Mom, I’m in Arizona,” he said.

“What?” she was clearly frowning.

“Yeah, well, I have Betty and the summer off. We decided to go road tripping, see America,” he said. “If you were coming out to Barstow, you should’ve said something and we’d have delayed the trip.”

“Tucson?”

“I’m sure we’ll hit there soon enough.”

“You just left, no plans at all?”

“Uh...”

“Right, 19 year olds...” she sighed. “I’ll... we’re boarding. I guess we’re going to California. We’ll have a day and then find somewhere to meet up in a couple of days. Love you!”

“Love you, Mom,” Hale said. He frowned looking at his phone. He caught a coyote walking past the store front. It nodded its head. Hale turned off his location settings.

“Hale! Hale! Hale!” Casey screamed.

Hale took off like a rocket to the back of the store where he found Ivy and Casey looking excited.

“Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

“We got an answer!” she waved her phone.

“These are kinky rings,” Ivy snorted.

“What?”

Casey theatrically cleared her throat. “The male ring says:

‘Let his sword bend his bride’

“And the female rings say:

‘the bride will let him fill her cup’”

“Wait, female rings? Plural?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah, we have one more,” Hale said. “Those phrases don’t mean a whole lot to me.”

Ivy made a vee with her fingers. “Live long and prosper.” she giggled. She rallied some gravitas and held the vee open upward: “The cup is a symbol of femininity. Obviously the vagina.” she turned her hand, opening down. “The sword is a symbol of masculinity, the word penetration comes from penis.”

“That’s why old Tarot cards have cups and swords as suits,” Casey guessed.

“Is there any notes from... Which professor responded?”

“Uh... Dr Soren Kjellan, University of North Carolina.” Casey scrolled down. “Says they’re probably custom made wedding rings, based on how clean and new they look, probably aren’t worth selling.”

Hale and Casey snickered at each other.

“But there’s two female rings?” Ivy asked.

“We didn’t tell any of the professors we asked about the spare female ring,” Hale said.

“But you’re telling me?” Ivy laughed. “And you said it’s like Draupnir? This is real magic.”

She held out her left hand and her eyes flashed from Casey to Hale, back and forth, back and forth. She shut her eyes. “Oh god! If you’re pranking me just do it.”

“She’s adventurous,” Casey said. “Seems fun. Like you said gorgeous isn’t enough.”

Hale nodded, unzipping Casey’s purse. Ivy opened one eye.

“No peeking,” Hale said. Ivy seemed to stop breathing as well. Her heart was hammering in chaos. She bit the inside of her cheek. Real magic! God, she was going to have such egg on her face when it was just a gag but—

The feel of cool silver slid down her left middle finger. Tingles ran up and down Ivy’s spine. She let out a gasp panting wildly.

Hale looked her up and down. Was he making the right decision? She was some perfect stranger. Beautiful, without a doubt, and she wanted it, no doubt. He had no reason to worry about it. He ground his teeth as she brought her hand up to her face and looked at the ring.

“I can’t say I ever bought into the Viking chic before,” she said, her tongue skated around her lips and she breathed in suspense. “So this is some dom/sub thing? Jesus Christ Ivy, one pretty bauble and you go full slut!” she slapped herself in the forehead, she shook her head and pinched her wrist until she shrieked.

“I wasn’t this bad,” Casey said.

“I don’t know,” Hale said. “Ivy, bark like a dog.”

“Ruff! Ruff!” she yapped, ran around Casey and Hale and then rushed up and licked Hale’s face. She stepped back, giggling.

“See, I can control you,” Hale said.

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need magic to act silly or cute.”

“Well, what’s something you wouldn’t do?”

“Bust up my mom’s shop? Punch a toddler?”

“No!” Hale said. “Dammit, this is a sex thing.”

“I get the feeling I’m not the one of the three of us lacking in kinkiness,” Ivy laughed. Casey blushed, her face split in a broad grin.

“How about quitting your job and ing us on the road for a long summer adventure?”

“I’d rather not quit my job...” she said. “But I can quit the storefront. I can do the inventory and online customer service stuff from a phone just about anywhere. Can we go tomorrow? Mom and Dad won’t be back until tomorrow.”

Hale looked at Casey. “Party at our hotel room tonight?”

“Fuck that!” Ivy said. “We’ll go out and see the stars! Let’s make it a fucking night!”

Casey was bouncing in the booth of the restaurant they had picked for lunch. She had a pair of cute turquoise earrings that Ivy had picked out for her from the tourist side of the store.

“Easy girl,” Hale laughed.

“I’m just...” she picked up her burger and took another bite. “I can’t believe you let her stay in the store until closing! I wanted to flip the sign and see her naked right then and there!”

Casey was saying everything low and at a whisper, leaning in far to speak straight into Hale’s ear. Her hand was running up and down his erection in his shorts.

“Casey, we’re in a restaurant.”

“Yeah, that’s why my head’s not bobbing in your lap,” Casey said, reclining against the wall of the booth. Her eyes flittered about the restaurant before popping the fly of Hale’s shorts and grabbing his dick.

“And here I thought I thought she was pretty,” Hale laughed, reclining as Casey quickly licked her fingers and shoved her hand into his pants.

“Shit!” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m using my left hand,” she said, awkwardly dragging his shaft up and down. “You gotta let me out and switch seats with me, plus, we’re less likely to get seen from someone coming back from the restrooms.”

Hale smirked.

“Please! I don’t want to ever give you a bad orgasm...” Casey pleaded, fluttering her eyelids.

“Fine!” Hale smirked. “Don’t say I never do anything nice for you!”

Casey smacked Hale on the chest, laughing madly. It was a struggle and shuffle to get Hale inside the booth but soon Casey was cuddled up on against him the opposite way they did when they were driving. She spat on her other fingers and grabbed his dick again.

“Come to mama,” she said, grinning.

Hale relaxed, feeling Casey’s thin and cool fingers slide up and down his cock. He let his head loll back and he started at the particle board roof. Casey elbowed her.

“Don’t make it so obvious!” she whispered, squeezing her hand tightly around the shaft and stroking him with frenetic energy.

“Easy!” Hale winced, trying not to be obvious. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock tensed and throbbed.

“Taking a half hour’s going to be more obvious,” she said. “If you’re not going to finish your burrito, feed me a bite.”

Hale laughed, between moans, and fed a big bite to Casey. She chewed as she rubbed the tip of Hale’s cock against her thumbprint, smearing his precum. He moaned again.

“More in my mouth!” she demanded, chewing through her first bite.

“Handjob,” he reminded her.

“Burrito!” she growled, sexily.

He was laughing, but he was also groaning. He let her have another huge chomp. She giggled while she chewed and worked his cock faster.

A shadow fell over them. Casey hadn’t stopped stroking.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” the waitress said, setting down new sodas and taking away the old ones.

Hale gasped after not breathing a moment later. Casey capped his cock with her second hand as he spurted madly into her fist.

“Damn,” she said, licking his splooge off her palm. “Should’ve asked for more napkins.”

“Why are we still going to Barstow?” Linda frowned. “We could’ve hit LA, gone shopping. Had a nice time.”

“You missed it with the truck,” Terry said. “I’m not missing anything in Barstow. You got that list of his friends?”

“I think so,” Linda said. “You know I had to call Sullivan.”

“He’s the father of your son. You should talk to him more.”

“Goddammit! It’s always a fight,” Linda pinched her nose and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I got the names of his friends. At least take me to this Jenny’s place. I want to make sure my son was eating OK.”

Ivy was counting down the minutes until she could flip over the placard. She wandering by the window, flicking her eyes up and down the street, looking for that green Ford she’d been promised.

She looked at the ring on her left middle finger again.

“’The bride will let him fill her cup.’”

Her heart was beating like she’d just found out her eighth grade crush also liked that song she and every other thirteen year old liked. Oh my god! We’re so alike!

She slapped her face.

The front bell dinged.

“Hi! Can I help you?”

She frowned, a little coyote had somehow opened the door and wandered in? How?! Not really in the mood for questions and answers. She grabbed a broom and pointed it out ready to swat him the face. Shit, she was going to need to call animal control.

“Oh, you won’t need that,” the coyote said.

“Oh my god! It’s all real!”

“This won’t do,” the coyote said. “He shouldn’t be leaving you out of his sight for so long.”

Her knees wobbled. The coyote looked over his shoulder. “I owe him one, just one. Tell him I’m done with the freebies.”

Ivy licked her lips and frowned. The coyote looked at the door. “A little help?”

Ivy tossed herself up and into the high riding Ford the moment she pulled to a stop.

“Front bench?” she said, bouncing on the upholstery. “Cute.” She grinned seeing Casey riding under Hale’s arm. “Super cute.”

“We can switch after.”

“Let’s go to my place,” Ivy said, buckling up.

“I thought we were going to go out and see the stars?” Casey said.

“We need to talk,” Ivy said.

“We really don’t,” Hale said, smirking.

Ivy felt her head awash with fog.

“Spirit of the law,” Casey said, reaching out and squeezing Ivy’s thigh. “Oh! Muscly!”

“Soft?” Hale asked.

“Yeah!” Casey rubbed Ivy a bit longer. Ivy laughed.

“I talked to a coyote today,” Ivy said. “Do we need to talk now?”

“Point the way to your place,” Hale said.

“Alright, you head down this road, take a left just after those lights,” Ivy said. “You,” she grabbed Casey’s wrist, “a little higher.”

Ivy had moved back in with her mom for the summer since graduation. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her psychology degree, but she knew it wouldn’t actually help her with her love: parapsychology. Of course it was hoax. Of course it was a childhood flight of fancy. Of course she knew about hallucinations, placebo effects, and self delusion.

But a coyote did speak to her.

If the storefront was full of the gaudy and the spooky, home was another dimension. Tribal masks adorned the walls next to Santeria, and shelves of crystals overflowed. Every shelf was stacked awkwardly with the gris-gris and talismans. All of it spiraling out from the big brass crucifix over the kitchen table.

“It’s a normal one,” Hale said, leaning in and nudging Ivy. “Your place is pretty cool though.”

“Gee, thanks,” Ivy smirked. “Most... OK, most of it was what I told Mami to purchase and why, but it’s almost all hers.” She waved Casey and Hale follow her down the hall to her bedroom. Her bedroom was just as catastrophically decorated. However, Ivy had dolls, plushies, bad movie posters, and dog-eared fantasy novels scattered in random mess. She kicked yesterday’s bra and panties under her bed.

“Nice room,” Casey said.

“Yeah,” Ivy blushed. “Sorry about the mess.”

“I’ve seen worse,” Hale said, having lived in the college dorms.

“I haven’t seen half this nuts,” Casey said, having lived with the Colonel’s standards her whole life.

“So,” Ivy said, falling down on her bed and kicking of her boots. Casey and Hale had left theirs at the front door. Ivy raised her hand and waved the ring. “My name is Isabella Maria Cortez Diego. Everyone calls me Ivy.”

Hale raised his hand. “Hale Valmont.”

Casey put hers up too. “Casey Elizabeth Evans. Uh, Cassandra Elizabeth Evans. I don’t think I’ve ever been called Cassandra though. It even says Casey on—”

Ivy waved her to shut up. Casey did so, flatting her lips in an awkward frog pout. Ivy pointed to her ring and then to Casey’s.

“These make us your playthings, Hale?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah,” Hale nodded. “That’s the short of it.”

“Well,” she bit her lip and grinned, cheeks tinging the faintest red. “What game are we playing?”

Casey’s pupils dilated as she blushed. She covered her mouth for a flicker and then shook her hand and hid it behind her back in order to hide her nerves. Not that it helped. Her cheeks, her throat, and her tits were glowing pink.

Hale grinned. “Sadly, it’s get you sorted out and loaded in the truck. Then, we only come up for air when the world makes demands on us.”

He reached out and grabbed Casey’s hand behind her butt.

“Then it’s a good thing I barely unpacked since getting back from ASU,” Ivy nodded, pulling back her closet door. She tossed a full dufflebag on the mattress. The smell was not kind. “Shit, I probably need to do laundry.”

“Is your mom coming home tonight?”

“Plane lands tomorrow morning at 7:40,” Ivy said. “My auntie’s picking her up. She and Dad’ll get home around eleven, maybe?”

“Cool,” Hale said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on Ivy’s bag. “Because I need to get the cum smell out of these. This naughty girl gave me a handy in the middle of the restaurant.”

“It was on the far side of a restaurant,” Casey said, not coming close to eye with anyone.

“God, you two are freaks,” Ivy laughed. Casey was also stripping down. Ivy giggled pulling up her dress and kicking off her socks in one go. The clothes piled up quickly on their bed. “Let’s see this sword of yours.”

“What?” Hale said.

Casey elbowed her. “The ring.” She pushed down her panties. “Oh, and make sure you get a good look at Ivy’s cup.”

Ivy stuck out her tongue.

Hale took his first long look at Ivy, free from her cute dress and heavy boots. She was a thin girl with medium tits, but she was solid and curvaceous enough to look absolutely incredible. Brown skinned and dark next to Casey’s redheaded paleness, she was a perfect compliment, a little shorter, a little hippier, and her hair fell a fair bit further than Casey, Ivy was a gorgeous woman.

“Grab my bag?” Ivy asked, picking up the discarded stray clothes. “I’ll lead you to the laundry room.”

“God, her ass is even better than her ears,” Casey said, grinning. Ivy stuck her tongue out over her shoulder. Hale grabbed the duffle and chased Ivy’s squealing ass down the hall to the utility room beyond the kitchen. Clothes got dumped into the bucket of the washing machine, but no one went looking for detergent. Hale grabbed Ivy and hefted her up to sit on the dryer.

“Come take a look, Case,” Hale said, cupping Ivy’s bare breasts.

“You two just don’t have any shame,” she said, blushing as she walked around Hale and cupped Ivy’s tit. Casey blushed.

“I’m the first girl you ever touched like this?” Ivy asked. Casey nodded.

“Don’t be shy,” Hale said, “get in there and give her a kiss.”

He stepped aside so Casey could put her put her hands on Ivy’s hips. Nervously, Casey leaned in. Ivy ran her fingers back through Casey’s hair. Casey threatened the kiss for a half minute, nervously floating just out of reach of Ivy. Hale expected Ivy to rush in and kiss Casey, but Ivy was waiting to receive. Hale grabbed the back of Casey’s head and pushed her face forward. The girls’ lips met.

Casey blushed to her belly as she kissed her first woman. Ivy pressed forward, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into Casey’s mouth. The redhead’s eyes were open in a mix of shock and bliss. Slowly, her left hand slipped from Ivy’s hip to her bare thigh and then up to Ivy’s wet pussy.

Casey had chickened out in the truck and Ivy hadn’t pressed her, but she shuddered and groaned against Casey’s tongue as she felt Casey’s soft fingers on her pussy. Casey broke the kiss, stepping back.

“Don’t—”

Ivy breathed and shuddered as she watched Casey lick her fingers. Hale grabbed Casey’s hand and took his own lick.

“Tasty,” he said, “I think I’ll keep her.”

“Jerk,” Casey smiled as she slapped Hale’s pectoral muscle. She grabbed his ass and twisted him around aiming his cock towards Ivy.

“Let me start the wash,” Ivy said.

“I don’t care about the clothes,” Hale said.

“I just want to ride the rocking spin cycle,” Ivy said. “Please! The rest of the summer we’re just going to have laundromats. Last chance.”

Hale didn’t answer, he just slapped Casey’s ass and pointed to the bucket of Tide pods. He leaned down and lifted Ivy’s mouth to kiss her. “How do we play this game?”

“Don’t be too concerned about balancing the load, Casey,” Ivy said, groaning as Hale kissed his way down Ivy’s cheek, jaw, and neck. “Just throw it all in.”

“Got it!” Casey shouted.

“Good girl,” Ivy cooed. “Squeaky clean.”

Hale laughed, kissing the tits presented to him. He nipped at her perky dark nipples and she dug her fingers into his hair. Casey dropped the lid, twisted the dials, and hit start. The rush of water filling the drum began.

“Hale?” Ivy said, moaning down at the top of his head. He looked up.

“Yeah?”

“I’m on the dryer,” she hooked her head to the left and squealed as Hale lifted and dropped her down on the corner of the appliance. Casey hopped on the other corner. She grabbed Ivy’s fingers, rubbing them down her torso as Hale explored down below Ivy’s navel. She sighed, laying back and lifting her legs.

“Jesus! Really?” Ivy asked. She dropped her jaw as her clit stood on edge. Hale’s tongue was swirling circles and a little windmill of a motion. “You can eat me later!” she looked at her ring. “I do not need foreplay!”

Hale rocketed to his feet, hands pressing down on Ivy’s open thighs as Casey held tightly onto Ivy’s wrist, pumping brown fingers into her pink pussy. Hale stared into Ivy’s eyes. She stared up at him, lip quivering, heart pounding. Her ringed hand clack-clack-clacked on the side of the rumbling washing machine.

“Fuck, thank you Old Marcus!” Hale shouted, Ivy flinched.

“Not the most romantic thing I’d ever had a boy say to me,” she said.

“Yes it is,” Casey grumbled. She pumped Ivy’s hand faster.

“Lift your ass a little,” Hale demanded.

It wasn’t so much lifting but rocking back as the unbalanced machine began to spin and pump. Ivy’s weeping wet slit glistened under the forty watt incandescent bulbs. Her dad flat out refused to switch to more environmentally friendly ones. Ivy pulled her eyes away and looked Hale in the face. Imperceptibly, she nodded.

Ivy felt Hale’s cock rush in her and saw sparkles on the backs of the eyelids she didn’t even knew she had closed. She moaned.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” she shrieked. Her chin knocked on her sternum, her vision danced. She looked between her legs, her feet swung wildly.

Casey was more using Ivy’s fingers as a dildo than Ivy was fingerfucking their audience. Casey couldn’t believe it. Without the ring, the idea of seeing Hale flirt with another girl would’ve had her seeing red. Casey shivered and began to moan as the machine bucked under her pussy.

Ivy held on for dear life. She hadn’t done this before, it had been some girl sex story she had heard from college friends. The kind of girls who tried anything once, twice, or baker’s dozen times. Not that Ivy was some prude, just wasn’t expecting her whole body to be thrown around from her taint to her clit to the curly tips of her toes and the tongue she couldn’t control. Hale pinned her to the aluminum as he took long full strokes in and out of her. His fingertips dug into her flesh as the washing machine jumped and shook.

She never knew sex like this existed. It was like the thunder and lightning of a summer storm. She looked up, or rather her neck went ragdoll limp and her head fell back. Her body rocked but her tits shook hardest of all.

“How’s her pussy?” Casey asked, honestly, as she ran her hand from Hale’s shoulder to his elbow. He turned and grinned at her.

He didn’t say, “Not as good as yours.” he didn’t want to raise one girl over the other, even if Ivy had been a perfect stranger until noon that day.

“Top five probably, top eight easy,” he said.

Not getting the joke, Ivy squealed, “What?”

“Shut up,” Casey said, reaching over, grabbing Ivy’s face and taking another attempt at kissing a girl.

It wasn’t easy, leaning across the bumping washing machine and fitting herself in front of Hale’s heaving torso. Ivy and Casey’s teeth clacked.

“Fuck!” Ivy had tried to say, but the shock was the nucleation point. The rest of her went with her.

She had always been a loud cummer, panting breaths, the occasional scream, maybe a prayer or two. In that moment, Ivy was a busted loudspeaker screeching . Her body wracked and squeezed.

Hale felt her cunt clench down on his cock. He let go. Why wait? He fell over her, slipping out on the linoleum tiles and spray his cum down her thigh and the front of the washing machine as Casey held them both.

Minutes of hard breaths and aftershocks later, the machine stopped rocking and the sound of draining water filled the room.

“Hey,” Casey said, smiling.

“My bones...” Ivy grumbled.

“Hey,” Casey kissed Hale. “My turn on the dryer?”

It was just after midnight when they left the Diegos. They tossed Ivy’s duffle in the backseat.

“Oh cute!” Ivy dove across and picked out the brown stuffed puppy. “What’s his name?”

“Ranger,” Casey said, blushing as Ivy hugged them.

“One last thing!” she said, kissing Casey on the cheek and running back in.

“Huh,” Hale said.

“What?”

“We came out here because Ivy said she’d talk to the coyote,” Hale said.

“Right!” Casey said. “Fuck.”

“You still have more left in you?” Hale laughed.

“If you do,” Casey nodded.

“Boom! Dipper!” Ivy dragged a big, maybe two and a half feet tall stuffed bear. “I was so upset I left him home during college. Can I take him?”

“Sure,” Hale said. “He gets first cuddle on the front bench though.”

Casey and Ivy exchanged looks that said “Put that bear back, now!” Hale laughed. “In the back, Dipper.”

“Because of the constellation?” Casey asked.

“No, because of a big spoon,” Ivy said, sarcastically.

“Play nice,” Hale warned.

“I was promised cuddles this trip!” Ivy said, rushing up onto the bench and sliding across to the driver’s side. Casey, who had gotten used to getting into the driver side sighed and went back around to get the window seat.

Hale got up.

“I can’t believe this thing has a tape deck,” Ivy said. “Oh shit!”

She climbed over Casey and rushed back to the house. She unlocked it.

“I thought you were the last thing,” Casey said, leaning over the seat and arranging Dipper to cuddle Ranger.

Ivy jogged back out. She had been wearing a little camisole, but she shrugged into a leather jacket. Which she immediately needed to pull off when she climbed over Casey. She was about to toss it onto Dipper. “Aw, cute!” she tossed the jacket to the side and turned to kiss Casey on the lips. “I love it.”

“Any other last thing you need to run in for?” Hale asked.

“Nope,” she said. “Follow this.” she put her phone on the dash, Google Maps leading them to a great stargazing destination.

“Sounds good,” he said, starting the car and putting it into gear.

“I have an uncle who’s got a front bench in his truck like this,” she said, leaning in and onto Hale’s chest. Hale reached over her shoulders and took Casey’s hand. “I never knew why he didn’t want bucket seats until now. He had a lot of girlfriends.”

“I’m hoping to stop at eight,” Hale said. Casey laughed.

“You know where to find more rings?”

“They show up,” Hale said.

“Out of thin air,” Casey agreed. “Hey,” she poked Ivy. “Now that you’re broken in, tell us about the coyote.”

“What do you think he means by he owes me one?” Hale asked as he smacked in the last tent spike.

“I’m surprised he isn’t around to ask.” Casey opened the cooler and grabbed a beer from the ice and water. She tossed the first can to Ivy, after all she had to buy them. “If I was a coyote, this is where I’d be.”

“I’d be wherever the best mates and most food is,” Ivy said, cracking the can. They were out in the desert, off a road, off a road, off the highway, off the interstate. There was nothing but desert for miles. The cool desert night air was refreshing. Throw in the beer and the company, she was in a great mood.

“Well, whatever,” Casey said, opening a can and handing it to Hale. “We’re here now, let’s enjoy it.”

“Hell yeah!” Hale said. “Cheers!”

They roughly hit their cans together, Casey giggled as the froth splashed back on her shirt.

“Oh get those tits out, girl!” Ivy said.

“All tits out,” Hale agreed, nodding at Ivy.

Ivy slung off her leather jacket and unhooked her bikini top. Casey scrambled out of her t-shirt, without ing to take her cap off first. Hale caught it before it tumbled away on the light breeze.

“Hell yeah! Beautiful!” Hale said.

“You’re not even looking at our tits! You’re looking at the sky!” Casey pouted.

“Yeah, look up and disagree with him.”

No clouds. No light pollution. It was a clear summer night and infinity stretched overhead. The splash of the Milky Way, smatterings of the glittering arms of the galaxy, and a trillion stars bright and hopeful.

“What’s your sign, Case?” Ivy said, crushing the empty can she’d already chugged. “I’ll point it out to you.”

Casey looked up at the night sky and then back down, laughing. “Gemini.”

Ivy scanned the stars, smiled brightly and pointed up. “There.” Casey walked up behind Ivy, wrapped her hands around Ivy’s belly so she could best follow the finger to the sky.

“I see it,” Casey said, bouncing. She cupped Ivy’s tits. “Such beautiful twins!”

Ivy moaned as Casey toyed with her nipples.

Hale sat down on the cooler and watched Casey explore Ivy. It was a gorgeous scene. They were going to be unstoppable together. He cracked his second beer, popped the tab, and leaned back against Betty.

“Get her out of her shorts, Casey,” Hale directed. Ivy looked back over her shoulder and giggled as Casey kissed Ivy’s neck and unzipped Ivy’s cargo shorts.

Her ass was rounder and fit tight against the denim. Hale loved the contrast between Ivy’s brown skin and the blue jeans. She put her arms up and back, as Casey spun Ivy to face her. Casey hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Ivy’s g-string and the girls kissed Casey finished stripping the Latina.

Ivy looked up and screamed brightly at the stars above.

“Which one’s yours?” Casey asked.

Ivy pulled down Casey’s shorts and panties in a single go. “Leo.”

“I bet I can find it,” Casey said as she stepped out of her bottoms and Ivy tossed them to Hale.

“Don’t make it too easy for her, Ivy,” Hale said, sticking out his tongue and fluttering it.

Ivy grinned and dove her face up between Casey’s pale thighs. Casey’s eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened. “Oh!”

Hale watched the shadows between their naked bodies dance and weave. He tipped his beer back and watching his girls worship each other. He shook his beer, slung back the rest of it and then picked up Casey’s forgotten can to finish it off.

Casey was struggling to scan the skies as her fingers dug deep into Ivy’s hair. Ivy was enthralled by the taste and moans of Casey. Ivy’s tits jiggled between Casey’s thighs and Ivy’s cum dripped on her inner thigh.

“I think I see it!” Casey said. “No, I know I can see it.”

She squealed as Hale placed his hands on her belly. She felt his naked cock flatten against her lower spine. She leaned over for a kiss. Just a peck. “Where’s Leo, Casey?”

“Right there,” she said, pointing.

He leaned back and Ivy reached between Casey’s legs to grab Hale’s cock. “I don’t see it,” he said, biting Casey’s ear, squeezing Casey’s tits. He groaned as Ivy’s hand and tongue guided him towards Ivy’s cunt. He stepped forward and his cock punching into Casey’s sex.

“Right there! The... shit!” Casey bent forward, losing a look at the sky and grabbing Ivy on the shoulders. “Yes!”

“Yes!” Ivy echoed, her tongue stuffed as far as it would go into Casey’s pussy while accompanied by Hale’s cock. Ivy slurped as much dew from Casey’s lips as possible. Her hand was a blur of motion working herself up. Casey pulled Ivy from the shared oral sex, fingers digging tightly into brown shoulders. Ivy struggled to stand as Casey latched onto Ivy’s nipple.

Hale started to saw steadily in and out of Casey’s cunt. Ivy grabbed Casey’s tit and flicked the nipple with her thumb.

The three moaned their strange polyrhythm, a beat interrupted by the squeaking of the tent poles and the sandy rush of warm wind. Casey closed her eyes and screamed as Hale filled her.

Hale bit Casey’s neck as he slid out and groaned as Ivy pulled him off of Casey. Casey fell forward, pushing Ivy down on the spread out picnic blanket. The girls made out aggressively. Casey ground her cunt on Ivy’s thigh, heartbeats away from cumming.

“Christ,” Hale groaned, smiling. He pushed his hair from his face, the best part of a desert fuck—the sweat didn’t stick to the skin. Casey wailed, Ivy biting her throat as the redhead came. Hale reached down with his left hand and stroked the last few drops from his dick head. His ring tingled his shaft, especially with Ivy’s wet unsatisfied cunt winking up at him. He rallied in his fist, sinking to his knees and lifting Casey’s shivering hips out of his way so he could fill Ivy.

She had been watching the stars from her back. Her eyes shone like gems. She rocked back and forth, fingers knotted in Casey’s hair. The Latina rocked as the redhead lay like a weight on her chest.

Hale squeezed Ivy’s thighs, pushing her further open. The ring on his finger, the rings on the girls’ fingers, not a drop of envy or jealousy among his girls. He drove hard up Ivy, pressing his weight down on Casey’s back as he plowed deep into her. She bucked up, yelping at the stars and the moon, her lip trembled. She turned her eyes, looking into Casey’s shadowed face as those beautiful hazel eyes. Ivy grabbed with her left hand, her fingers lacing through Hale’s. Ivy wrapped her right elbow around Casey’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

Ivy’s breath shortened. She twisted Hale’s hand in twists and yanks. The rocks hurt, poking through the blanket, but not enough to bother moving. She kicked divots in the sand through the blanket.

“Are you cumming?” Casey asked, whispering against Ivy’s lips.

Ivy tried to answer, wheezing with Casey and Hale’s bodies compressing her lungs. Just a squeak, her face turning red and purple.

A yip, a howl, something set the hairs up on the back of Hale’s neck. He stood up on his knees, grabbed Ivy’s wrist and broke her deathgrip on Casey’s neck. He rolled Casey off of Ivy. Ivy gasped in a choking gulp of oxygen. Her body snapped like an elastic breaking as her eyes widened and orgasm hit her like a wrecking ball.

“Shit!” Casey giggled, squirming over, taking one of Ivy’s tits in hand and licking the girls ear.

“Oh motherfucker!” Ivy growled. She grabbed, reaching for Hale’s face, pulling his weight back on her to kiss him.

He lost control, hammering her sex until the muscles rippled under her skin and Ivy bit his lip. She had blood rush into her mouth and cum rush into her cunt.

They flinched and rocked until they shuddered to a halt.

“Ow!” Hale grumbled as he, smilingly, rolled off of her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“That’s fine,” he said. “I meant this rock in my hip. Let’s go to the tent where we can at least put the bedrolls and sleeping bags under us.”

“In a minute,” Casey said, running to the car to get the med kit to clean up Hale’s lip.

Hale climbed out of the tent at sunrise for a piss. Casey and Ivy were a tangled knot in the tent. There was a crispness to the air. His over-exerted muscles and lack of sleep did little to depress his mood. He grabbed the last beer from the cooler. Not cold, there was no ice left, but it wasn’t warm either. He drank it as he pissed into a small hole.

“You should put on sunscreen if you’re out in the sun,” the voice was clearly the coyote.

“That the one you owe me?”

“No,” the coyote was about a football field away, but with eye they could’ve had seats next to each other in an empty stadium for how well they heard each other. “But hey, go to a hospital. Nurses can be worth the ring.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will,” Hale said. “What are you?”

“In debt. For now.”

The coyote ran off.

Hale went to the cooler, grabbed the sun screen from a bag with their other odds and ends and his stomach growled. He went to the tent. He hated to wake them up. They looked beautiful together. But he didn’t hate ruining the tableau more than he loathed delaying breakfast.

“Dad called last night,” Casey yawned, checking her phone. “Mom texted. Mom’s better at this. Your mom stopped in for dinner. Your stepdad’s kinda full of himself.”

“Terry’s usually pretty decent, he’s just... He’s proud of his education, his job, his money,” Hale said. “Y’know, he does got a bit of a stick up his ass. I just never thought to put it into words before.”

“We heading to Tucson to meet them?” Ivy asked. Checking her own phone. “Or was it Arizona? Anyway, good news. Mami landed fine. I’m gonna have to call her soon.”

“You know what?” Hale said. He dragged his phone out and gave it to Casey. “If Mom texts, tell her we can get together after the trip. We had a plan. You and me...” Hale leaned over and nuzzled Ivy. She grinned and ate the tomato slice off of his plate. “And whatever the summer brings us. From Barstow to Wilmington. Let’s stick to that. Whatever Mom wants. It can wait.”

“Right,” Casey said. “Yeah, how often are we going to have an adventure like this?” She raised her orange juice, clinked it to the coffee cups, and they all sipped. “To summer.”

“To summer!”

“Terry, calm down!” Linda said as she pulled her husband from the brick wall he bloodied. “Shit. What if you broke your finger? Idiot.”

“Where are they going?”

“I don’t know,” Linda said. “His girlfriend said this was their last chance at a summer vacation. There’d be jobs and everything else in the future. I think it’s sweet. Romantic. And you met the Evans. They’re lovely people.”

“I don’t care about your son, Linda!”

Linda dropped Terry’s hand.

“Then take yourself to the hospital. I’m going to enjoy the city.”

The front bench was the greatest most intimate invention Ivy had ever experienced. She relaxed (topless) head in Casey’s lap, bare feet in Hale’s lap, slowly stroking his hard cock between her toes while they all belted out the old rock on the radio.

“Carry on my wayward son!”

None were particularly great singers.

“We should hit up a vintage music store,” Casey suggested. “Get some more tapes.”

“Oh,” Hale said.

“You like that idea?” Casey smiled brightly.

“No,” Hale laughed. “I’m liking Ivy’s toes.”

“Oh,” Casey slumped.

Ivy reached up and flicked Casey in the nose. “He didn’t dislike the idea, I’m just distracting.”

“Don’t distract him so much we cross traffic,” Casey said.

“As fun as driving, fucking, and singing out sweet jams is,” Ivy said. “We should go somewhere, do something. Shopping sounds fun. Maybe hit up some more vintage places. Never know what we’ll find.”

“We could hit up some lingerie stores too,” Casey suggested.

“Oh!” Hale said.

“He really likes your toes,” Casey said.

“And your ideas,” Ivy said.

They hopped from town to town across Arizona. Hitting restaurants, dance clubs, pool halls, and eclectic shops.

“Help me zip this up?” Casey called over the changing room door for Ivy.

Ivy opened the door and shoved Hale in. “Don’t be too loud.”

Hale laughed, grabbed Casey by the hips and zipped up the cute dress she had picked out, the skirt was light and summery, but tight in the belly and uplifting in the bust.

“Green’s your color,” Hale said, running his hands up her thighs and under the skirt.

“Hale! Let me get this off—”

“Why are you not buying it?” he asked.

She blushed. “You think it’s hot enough?”

She grunted as he pushed her flat against the mirror. He hiked the skirt up high and dragged her thong down low.

“Shh!” Ivy hissed, giggling outside the door.

“Gotta love her,” Hale whispered in Casey’s ear.

“I already do,” she said, gasping as she listened to the fly of his shorts unzip. She knew what was coming, gripping the mirror tightly as he pulled her ass cheeks apart, bent his knees, and aimed his way up inside her from behind. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

Hale’s heartbeat banged like a war drum in his chest. He’d never knew he’d be fucking literally everywhere when he got a girlfriend. Casey and Ivy were down for a stroke, a suck, or a fuck any time anywhere.

“There’s not cameras in here?” he asked.

“There’s some on the doors outside,” she said. “Someone might’ve seen you come in.”

“No one’s coming to check if they had,” Ivy whispered. “But keep it down and fuck her.”

“It’s Case,” Hale countered.

“Grab her face and cover her mouth then,” Ivy suggested.

Casey blushed hard when Hale grabbed her around the jaw and squeezed her tightly. His cock slid up and home into her cunt. She whiteknuckled the rim of the mirror. The redhead looked up and her cries were muffled through Hale’s fingers. He started pumping his cock up into her. Her thighs squeezed on him and shook.

“Fuck!” she hissed, her sandals slipping on the floor tiles. She didn’t fall because she couldn’t go through Hale’s cock, but she was only vertical from his effort.

“Hale!” she gasped.

“Shh!” he hissed in her ear. She clenched her jaw and held in her next few breaths. He groaned with effort and got another shushing from Ivy.

“Seriously guys, there’s someone in the changing room three down. Quieter!”

“Or we could just enjoy ourselves, get caught, pay for the dress, and never come back to this town or store again.”

Ivy heard that.

Casey froze to hear that.

Hale chuckled. Not planning on following through with it. Ivy yanked the door open and rushed inside, kicking the door closed.

“You are a devious one,” Ivy said, pulling herself up on her tiptoes to kiss Hale as he dog-barked and sprayed his cum up into Casey’s slit. Casey shook and hung limply off the mirror. Her cheek streaking the glass.

“We’re going to get caught,” Casey said, relaxing in the ebb of her climax. ”

“Then we better not waste time,” Ivy said, pushing Casey aside and down onto the clothes she had worn into the store. Ivy grabbed Hale with her ring finger hand and slobbered around the head of his cock. For some reason, he always responded so much quicker with one of their rings on his dick. “Good!”

She slapped his thighs and jumped into his arms. She pulled herself up, her skirt askew, her panties... What panties? She hadn’t worn underwear since that night they had camped out. She slid down his cock while Casey staggered to her feet.

“Hey,” Hale said, keeping one arm around Ivy while reaching out for Casey. She stepped over and pecked his and Ivy’s lips before pressing herself against Ivy’s back, holding the Latina to Hale’s chest and bouncing with the two of them.

Casey swept back Ivy’s hair, kissing her under the ear, and fingering the pucker of her asshole. Ivy started to keen and wail, losing breaths and gasping with far more noise and need than Casey and Hale had.

“It’s Casey...” Casey made a show of complaining about Hale’s suggestion that she couldn’t keep the redhead quiet.

“I’m busy lifting Ivy,” Hale said, panting as he bounced the girl up and down his cock. “You silence her.”

Casey started giggling, because as soon as she grabbed Ivy’s mouth and tried to shut her up, Ivy’s tongue came out and started molesting Casey’s fingers. Casey squealed in shock, twisting Ivy’s face just as the girl started to cum.

The sound of a voice outside the changing room echoed through the door. Casey tried to cover Ivy’s mouth, but Ivy made more noise and a salivary mess onto Casey’s fingers.

Hale wasted no time. He fucked her with abandon. There was no holding back. Besides the rippling kegels of her orgasmic aftershocks were doing the work to get him through the fuck.

“I’m coming!” he hissed, making his voice a whisper. That was when the knock came on the door.

“Sirs, Misses, um... you’re making our customers uncomfortable. Hurry up and I’ll walk you out of the store...” She sounded like a nervous teenage girl.

Casey wiped her fingers off on Ivy’s skirt and let her drop as Hale’s cock slipped from Ivy’s cunt. Ivy slid down his thighs, getting the spray of his shuddering cock across her stomach ass and tits.

“Put it away, Hale,” Casey said, leaning over Ivy to kiss him. She swatted his softening dick.

“Sir! Uh... Miss and miss... Please, hurry.”

“I’ll be right out,” Hale said, frog-voiced, he stroked his hand down Ivy’s cheek. He lost what he was going to say as a third ring fell from his hand and bounced off Ivy’s knee. It rolled out from under the door.

“Shit!” Casey said, slinging open the door while the clerk shrieked to see the mess of Ivy and the cock of Hale disappearing into his hastily pulled up shorts. Casey dived between the clerk’s feet (she was too young and too ‘nope!’ anyways). Casey fisted the ring.

“Hi,” she said, looking up at the white-faced girl. She waved the tag under her right arm. “Can you run me to the checkout for this dress? They’ll be out of your hair in just a second.”