They pulled to a stop across the street from the house that Mia had pointed out - it didn't look very different than any of the other sorority and fraternity houses on the street but it certainly looked erotic to Pete. They only had to wait a few minutes before a bright green Toyota Prius pulled up behind them and Skip got out.

After a brief reunion between the cars they headed across the street in a group. The five gorgeous leggy women in oversized t-shirts attracted more than a little attention from the various people walking by, while no one seemed to look twice the three men, regardless of their wardrobe. They paused on the porch to allow Mia to lead the way in.

"So, how does this work?" Pete asked Skip. "I mean, what do you usually do at this point?"

"Usually? I usually collect women one or two at a time, not thirty so what I usually do is a pretty moot point."

"Well," quipped Mindy, "that was remarkably unhelpful. Why must you be so negative about this? You agreed to help Pete do it this way."

"She has a point," agreed Pete, "now, if this can't be done - and I don't mean because of your security concerns - then you better say something before we get in there. Otherwise, how do we control such a large group?"

"You're right. Okay, we can do it; it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it. We'll use a technique called broadcasting."

"Broadcasting? How do I do it?"

"Imagine you are concentrating on your peripheral vision, you know, staring... focusing on nothing in particular... just concentrating on the big picture."

"Okay, I got it."

"Now do the same thing, but concentrate on your concentration instead than your eyes. It takes practice so don't be too discouraged if you don't get it right away. In fact this will be a good practice session for you. Now, don't try anything too specific, just broad basic emotions. I'll hang back unless things start to get out of hand or time becomes a factor. Just relax and do your best and after a few missions you'll be..." Pete tapped him on the shoulder, "what?"

Pete indicated the rest of their entourage. Chad and every single one of the lovely ladies were standing on their left foot and scratching their right ear and acting as though it were a perfectly normal thing for a group of people to do.

"Oh... well... it seems that hypno-juice has really boosted you power."

"So, what do we do once we're in?"

"Easy, just broadcast complacency, trust and good nature. Once that is in place we'll have the run of the place. We just have to find a room for you to set up camp in, and then a few of us will bring the girls to you."

"Easy enough. Okay, Mia, we're ready."

"Yes, Master." Mia said with a broad smile, then turned on her heel and entered the sorority house.

Pete and Skip both began broadcasting the requisite emotions and they sauntered through the foyer and up the stairs without incident. The few girls that got close enough to notice the small band just gave a friendly smile and went on about their business.

"You do realize you've stopped broadcasting, don't you?" Asked Skip with a nudge.

"Huh? Oh... I guess I got distracted."

"No problem," chuckled Skip, "you just need to learn to retain focus in a situation like this, that'll come with experience."

Distracted was something of an understatement. Pete's attention had been totally diverted, sidetracked and derailed. He had never seen such a collection of gorgeous, exotic women in his life. Everywhere he looked there was smooth toned sexy skin in various shades of brown. Every nook and corner of the Far East and South Pacific regions appeared to be wonderfully represented by the stunning members of Mia's former sorority. Their body types ranged from tiny, petite and lithe to tall, curvy and voluptuous, and included everything in between. The dark almond shaped eyes all smoldered with exotic sensuality and the hooters ranged from big to small. There was long straight hair, long wavy hair and long curly hair. There was short straight hair, short wavy hair and short curly hair. There was medium length... well... you get the picture.

Pete looked like the quintessential country bumkin tourist during his first trip to the big city - his head was spinning from side to side as he tried to see everything - and more to the point, everyone - at once. His beefy pelvis poker took on the consistency of wrought iron as he realized that he was actually going to be required to slip his sausage to every single one of the amazingly sexy exotic hotties.

"This is my old room, Master." Said Mia, indicating a particular door that practically reeked of erotic promise. "It should suffice."

They entered to find a gorgeous Korean girl reading a textbook. She looked up at them with a friendly welcoming smile.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"My Master is here to impregnate you."

"What?" she asked, still somewhat amicable, though her attitude degraded quickly. "Why in the hell would I let that happen?"

Pete, having been caught flat-footed by Mia's sudden and shocking revelation, stood stunned for a few seconds wondering why the lovely young lady didn't want to get her chimney swept by him when he suddenly remembered that normal women had to be mentally influenced before they would even begin to consider the vaguest of possibilities of something even close to what was required for impregnation to happen with someone like him

Once he figured out the problem, it was quickly and simply remedied.

Her face was swept with a short look of confusion, then the smile returned as the mental commands set in. "Oh... I'm sorry; I didn't realize it was you. I suppose we should get at it."

She stood and with a wink at Pete, she began to disrobe. Crossing her arms she grabbed the hem of her cornflower blue t-shirt and quickly stripped off the garment in a single smooth motion to reveal perfectly formed medium sized chest hangers entirely unencumbered by a bra. Her smoky almond shaped eyes sparkled lustily when she smiled at him.

"Do you like my body?" She asked, her hands on the low-cut denim covering the alluring hips that flared out from her narrow waist. A few locks of her wavy black hair had fallen over the front of her shoulders and threatened to obscure Pete's view of her hardened nipples.

"I... you... I... well... I..." stammered Pete, clearing his throat loudly. "Yes, I like it very much." He squeaked.

"By the way," she said as she stripped off her jeans, exposing her smoothly shaven willie washer "I'm Hyun, what's your name?"

"I'm meet, Pete to nice you." Pete realized he was staring gape-mouthed at the erotic beauty before him.

"Uhm.." Hyun giggled and bit her lower lip seductively, "wouldn't it be easier for you to get me pregnant if you weren't wearing any clothes either?"

"Huh?" For just a few moments Pete had forgotten what 'clothes' were.

"Don't worry big brother," offered Mindy who, along with Wendy, had stepped to his side, "we'll take care of it." She and Wendy then began to peel of Pete's loose garments. She looked at the sexy Hyun, "You're very beautiful and I guess he's just a bit overwhelmed by your exotic sexiness. He's usually much more suave about these things." As she finished her explanation Pete's huge horny toad sprang into view drawing a gasp of excited anticipation from the lovely Korean.

"Thanks guys." Pete murmured to his two exquisite assistants - noticing for the first time that they were already naked.

"Master?"

"Yes Mia?"

"If you will allow this humble one to leave your noble presence, I would like to accompany those who will now go and find others for you to fertilize."

"Of course, Mia, who better than you to select women for me to enjoy."

With that, Mia, Skip, Chad and Carla left the room.

Megan had been sniggering over Pete's awkwardness.

"Even when you are all powerful you are still a bit pathetic."

"You're right, Megan," he said, mildly annoyed with Megan's continued arrogance, "I guess I'll need your help. Why don't you take your loose little tongue over there and get her ready for me."

A look of disgust flashed across Megan's face as she moved eagerly towards the gorgeous Hyun.

"Whoa." Exclaimed Hyun, "I don't roll that way, I'm strictly hetero."

"What was that, Hyun? I didn't hear you." As Pete spoke, a few moments of disorientation - or rather re-orientation - crossed the stunning exotic features of the Korean honey.

"I said she's totally hot and I can't wait for her to lick and suck my hot tight little pussy."

Megan began her reviled task with gusto while Mindy and Wendy backed up to either side of Pete so he could drape his arms over their shoulders getting himself a handful of happiness from each of the sexy teens while their tight round asses pressed against his hips. Wendy, reaching behind her, cupped and fondled his balls while Mindy lightly tickled his throbbing turkey neck. They all watched Megan's talented tongue digging into Hyun's impossibly tiny taffy puller. For her part, Hyun appeared to be thoroughly enjoying Megan's talents, her moans and sighs driving Pete further into a sexual frenzy.

"That's it," growled Pete after several minutes, "I can't take any more, I gotta fuck her." He broke free of his two beauties and stepped to Hyun, wrapping his thin arm around her even thinner waist and giving her an ardent kiss. He pried her away from Megan and they fell passionately onto the bed, rolling around as they groped, fondled and kissed.

Pete found himself on top and in one quick motion he thrust his raging rodzilla deep into the sexy brown body. Hyun arched her back in orgasm as he sent a powerful wave of mental force directly to her pleasure center. She screamed out her pleasure and her tight tiny tutu clamped down on his super soaker driving him over the edge of the pleasure precipice. He grunted over and over as he hosed her womb with his strong swimmers. Finished, he collapsed onto the panting beauty.

"Uhm... is that it? Are you done already?"

"Yeah," answered Mindy, helping Pete off the girl, "that happens sometimes. But don't worry; we'll see to it that you're taken care of. Hey Megan," She said to the pretty blonde cheerleader while she pointed at Hyun's dripping dyke snack, "guess what's in there."

"Shit!" exclaimed Megan enthusiastically, and she dove in, her tongue digging deep into the exotic weenie wringer.

Pete rolled over onto his back next to the writhing and moaning Hyun and sighed. "Man, that was intense."

"Hey big brother," chastised Mindy, "you should have another girl here in just a few minutes so we better get that magnificent cock of yours back in shape." She bent down and sucked the flagging organ into her talented soup sipper while Wendy shoved her firm fog lights in his face.

"Mmmm," hummed Mindy, momentarily removing her mouth from Pete's swollen blood bomber.

"Hyun, you taste great. Doesn't she taste great, Megan?"

"Huck hou." Said Megan. It was the best she could do without actually using her tongue for speech, it was still busy trying to lap Pete's sausage drippings out of Hyun's fleshy flute case.

Mindy returned to her task and had just succeeded in getting Pete hard again when the door opened and Mia escorted an incredibly sexy Chinese girl into the room.

"Hi everyone, this is Chin Lee, she simply cannot wait to have Pete shoot a huge load of his magical cum deep into her hot wet vise-like yearning pussy and make her pregnant."

"Is that him?" asked the short lovely well-endowed beauty with long straight silky hair. "Is that the boy it will be my undeserved privilege to fuck? I hope so because he has a magnificent cock."

"You know," observed Mindy as Chin, not waiting for an answer, leapt across the room and landed on Pete's strawberry snake, "I was just saying the same thing about his cock. It certainly is magnificent."

The sensuous Chinese sexpot bounced up and down on Pete's womb warrior screaming in joy as her pleasure center was overloaded on all circuits. Her whisker biscuit was so tight Pete was concerned that if she wasn't careful, her eagerness might rip his roto-rooter out right at its magnificent roots.

It took quite a bit longer than it had with the now-seated-back-in-her-chair-and-somewhat-envious Hyun, but it was only about five minutes later that Pete convulsed and screamed out in orgasm as he blasted Chin's chia pet with his fourth orgasm in just a few hours. He felt the voluptuous beauty climb off and he was too tired to even look to see whose mouth was fervently trying to coax him back to rigidity. Whoever it was wasn't having very much success.

"I'm too tired," he panted, "I need a break."

"What you need is this." Claimed Hyun's voice as Pete heard the click of a lighter and then smelled a familiar smell. Familiar because he had smelled it often, while walking through the parking lot or when Johnny had shaken him down right after coming in from the behind the bleachers. Having never actually sampled it before he was intrigued enough to open his eyes only to see the amazingly lovely Hyun offering him a cigarette that looked suspiciously like the one Johnny had showed him how to make out of the dried ET Daisy leaves. "Here, take a few hits of this."

Pete accepted the proffered joint and took a healthy toke, which he promptly coughed back out in an eye-watering choking fit.

"Gack! Erk! Forget it... Ack!"

Through his hacking he could hear the girls giggling and offering advice.

"You gotta suck in air along with the smoke."

"That doesn't work. Once you have the hit in your mouth just inhale quickly, that makes it easier."

"No, no, no... take a bunch of little hits and they will add up to one big one in your lungs."

Suddenly Megan's voice cut through the din, "For Christ's sake! You bunch of fucking amateurs. For someone like Pete you gotta filter it. This stuff smells strong enough."

"How do we filter it?" Asked Mindy.

"Easy, just watch. Pete, when I take a hit, you exhale."

Confused, having just caught his breath and not really wanting any more of the drug, Pete watched as Megan drew a large amount of the potent smoke into her own lungs causing her impressive hush puppies to push out impressively. Pete exhaled, but not because he remembered her instructions, but because her beauty took his breath away.

Megan had no sooner inhaled the smoke than she bent down and locked her beautiful soft sensuous lips on Pete's and blew, filling his lungs with the mellowed intoxicant.

Pete was so shocked that it was several seconds before he started breathing again.

"Me next!" "That's great!" "I wanna give him a hit too." Clamored the other girls.

The next thing Pete knew Mindy's loving and sexy mouth was locked on his and even more smoke was blown into his lungs. He didn't intend to hold the hit, but found himself seduced into a game of tongue tag with his hot adoptive sister.

Mindy released him and Pete barely had time to gasp a few breaths before Wendy engaged him in a deep, passionate, arousing and smoke passing soul kiss. He tried to pull away but she held his head tightly, working her soft sexy tongue far into his mouth. While this was happening he felt other soft talented lips wrap around his exhausted crankshaft as Mindy tried to restart his sputtering engine.

By the time Wendy pulled her enthralling lips off of Pete's, his eye's were watering so badly that he wasn't sure if the next warm soft mouth to lock on to his and force pungent smoke into his lungs belonged to Hyun or Chin - but he was beginning to like it. His head felt strange and, thanks to Mindy, his Slim Jim started to swell.

It was just in time too. No sooner had his sexy adoptive sister gotten his soldier back to attention than Mia showed up with another hot tight sexy battleground to conquer. Pete could have sworn that his sex slave told him that his new conquest's name was Feng Shui or something like that, but then it seemed he was hearing everything through a bushel of cotton so he couldn't be sure of what he was hearing. Hell, the way he was seeing and hearing things, he couldn't even be sure he wasn't dreaming.

He suddenly realized that was what was happening. He was dreaming. The slick tight heated muff monster slowly and delightfully devouring his thick stiff semen sandwich was all just part of that dream. The many mountainous mammeries surrounding him and readily offered for a lick suck or grope were all part of that dream. And, after a long pleasant time, the steaming cervix cider flooding the puffy pearl pit belonging to a lovely, but somewhat fuzzy, oriental beauty was part of the dream. The clapping and cheering he heard from some few miles away, was also part of the dream.

The soft, sexy suction he felt on his not-quite-flagging fireman wasn't really necessary since, in a dream, maintaining an erection was never a problem - but he enjoyed it all the same. He enjoyed it right up to and including the point another fuzzy brown skinned angel was introduced to him as 'Wasabi' or something like that. It didn't matter, it was his dream and he could name his fuck toys anything he wanted. Whatever her name was, she had a steamy tight tinkleflower that rode him exquisitely for quite a while before he spasmed in ecstasy over and over feeding it the gonad goo it seemed to crave so desperately.

Only two things puzzled Pete about his wonderfully erotic dream. When had it started, and why did soft sexy mouths keep pressing deliciously against his and forcing smoke into his lungs. He dismissed the latter as one of those mysteries of life that may never be answered, but the former bothered him a bit. Was he still sleeping on the floor of the empty room in Carla's house, or had he dreamed the entire hypno-juice episode? Would he wake up in the morning in his bed, still a loser, a target and, most depressing, a virgin?

As he pondered this, another gorgeous out-of-focus black haired siren was impaled on his impaler and went to work coaxing another sizzling load of liquid spoors from his majestic meat mushroom. Watching a Megan-shaped fog bank pulling off his lips he decided he really didn't care about the circumstances surrounding his dream - he was just going to enjoy the moment. He lost track of how many raven-haired focus-challenged lovelies pounded his pelvis and eventually, everything began to melt into a blissful blackness.

"Aaahhh!" sighed Skip, filling Mia's talented mouth with his boiling seed.

"What the fuck just happened?" Asked Mia immediately upon swallowing, she was obviously confused. She looked around the room and her confusion grew. Wendy was raising her head from between Mindy's legs, a bewildered look on her thickly glazed face. Mindy had stopped sucking Pete's balls and, though she was still fondling them, her eyes looked at them in askance. Carla, it seemed had relented slightly since even though she was riding Chad's pencil, he had his tongue deep in inside Hyun while she, in turn, was sucking Carla's marvelous mammalian mangos. In fact, she noted, everyone was, or had been, engaged in some sort of sexual activity and many of them seemed mighty befuddled about it.

"You folks should have talked to me before giving Pete a drug." Skip explained, closing his trousers. "He was broadcasting the appropriate emotions until he got high. I felt it turn into lust and exhilaration, but it was too late to stop it. Everyone in the house was affected; you should see the tangle of bodies in the living room. Just be glad it wasn't LSD - that can last hours and trips can be so bizarre that not everyone lives through it - or wants to once it's over."

"So, you're saying that when Pete got stoned and horny, so did everyone in the house?"

"Yes, and every time he came, all of you did too."

"Holy shit. So many times was that? How many girls did he do tonight?"

"Well, so far, six. But I think Kailani there is going to get hers even though he passed out."

Mia looked over to see a beautiful Hawaiian hottie working Pete's pussy baster like a pro. She, along with everyone else, had been freed from the powerful sexual compulsion, but she was still determined to have her Polynesian womb powdered with Pete's pudding.

"So it got to you too? That's why I was sucking you off?"

"No, I was totally immune. You wanted to suck my cock and I let you, because you're smokin' hot and very good at blowjobs. But we really should get him home now. His cock is likely going to be very sore in the morning"

Mia took charge of getting their group dressed while Skip took care of any possible regrets among the house residents. Once they were all ready Megan assisted Mindy in getting Pete out to their car. Actually, Skip helped out with that too, with a little telekinesis. This was all accomplished to the accompaniment of Carla chewing out Chad. Apparently, during the lusty fuzzy orgy, Chad had licked, sucked and dipped his wick in several oil-lamps that weren't Carla and she was plenty pissed off about it despite the fact that she had enthusiastically participated and urged him on.

"C'mon, babe," pleaded Chad as they approached the front door to Pete's house. "I distinctly remember asking you if I could fuck that chick. You not only said yes, but you licked her wet and held my balls while I did it."

"I don't care what I said, or did. You should have known better." Carla sniffed, helping Megan and Mindy carry the still unconscious Pete across the expansive front porch.

Skip, not wanting to spend the evening listening to Carla bitch out Chad, spoke in a placating manner, backing it up with mental commands, "Now Carla, neither one of you were in any real control, it wasn't his fault and you should forgive him."

"Well... all right," agreed Carla, grudgingly, "I'll let it go THIS time." Wendy opened the door so they could get Pete inside. "But I still say if he loved me he could have controlled himself - even if I couldn't."

They all made their way into the house to find Penny, now dressed in a frilly blue baby doll, sitting in the living room watching cartoons with a giggling Bernie.

"Welcome back," She said with a smile, "how did it go? Hey, what's wrong with Pete?"

"Seven total," grinned Mindy, "but I'm afraid he's totally worn out."

"Well, bless his little heart, I guess you should take him right up..."

"What the HELL is HE doing here!" Thundered Skip angrily, pointing a shaking finger at the still giggling Bernie.

Bernie, frightened at the loud noise, turned to find the source of the clamor.

"I should fucking kill you right now, you rotten bastard!" Skip strode across the room towards the old man. Bernie may have been a bit slow (like molasses flowing uphill in January - assuming of course the analogy is taking place in an environment that gets cold in the month of January) but he recognized a threat when he saw one and dove behind his chair, shaking in fear.

Penny stood and intercepted the irate Skip.

"What's wrong with you?" She demanded in that voice that women get issued to them when they become mothers. "That's Bernie, you met him earlier today. Why are you so upset with him now?"

"Bernie? That's Bernie?" Asked Skip, calming down significantly. "That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"That's not Bernie. Well... it is Bernie... but not just Bernie... his full name is Bernard Phillips. He's the guide that went missing when the previous breeder was killed. Apparently, someone has wiped his mind."