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 ï>¿Under The Radar Kevin Sellers' job sucked.  The most sure sign he had
that it sucked was the fact that it was his job.  Everything else about his
life sucked, so it logically followed that his job must suck, too.  Oh,
sure, the job title was okay.  After all, anybody that heard he was a
"Chemical Engineering Support Technician" at the prestigious American
Industry Research Labs would think his job was terrific.  But the truth of
the matter was that all he was was a glorified janitor and dishwasher.  No,
he didn't wander around with one of those carts stacked with all the
cleaning crap, and he didn't work in a restaurant kitchen.  Still, he did
have to clean up other people's messes (particularly that arrogant prick
Dr. Hanover!), and he sure as hell spent most of his time washing the test
tubes, bottles, flasks, and other crap that all those over-paid asshole
chemists kept dirtying up for no good reason that he could see.  Take now,
for instance.  Here he was, a college graduate (his mind glossed over the
fact that it was a two-year community college, and he'd gotten a
certification, not an actual degree), and the last thing he had to do
before he got to go home  -" late, again!   -" was clean up the mess the
exalted Doctor Hanover had made when his fat little fingers lost their grip
on that rack of test tubes.  Not only did he have to worry about slicing a
finger open, but the stench of all those chemicals together was enough to
make a buzzard puke.  He'd be lucky if he got his appetite back before he
had to go to bed that night  -" so he could get up in the morning and come
in and go through all this bullshit again.  Knowing that the stench would
get through anyway, Kevin blew off putting on the respirator he was
supposed to wear  -" nobody else was around, and the damn thing was too hot
and uncomfortable.  As he swept up the broken glass, Kevin began to feel a
little light-headed, even as he felt himself beginning to get what felt
like was going to be one bitch of a headache.  Wonderful.  Just fucking
wonderful.  He got the glass cleaned up, but didn't leave the chemical
neutralizer they provided on the mess for the full ten minutes he was
supposed to before sweeping it up and dumping it with the rest.  Woozy, and
with a dull pain behind his eyes, he pushed the spill cart back to where it
was kept before shedding his lab coat (Hah!  There was a joke, him wearing
a lab coat like all the rest of the pompous asses in this joint!).  After
letting himself out through all the damn security-keyed doors, he made his
way to the same piece of crap car he'd had for the last seven years.  The
long drive home didn't improve his attitude any, and when he got into his
sparsely furnished "efficiency" apartment, the headache that had started at
the labs threatened to have his brains leaking out his ears.  His absence
of appetite was attributed to the remembered smell of the chemical shit
pile he'd had to deal with.  Too tired and out of sorts to deal with the
crap on TV, he just laid down on the small couch that also served as his
bed.  After a while, he fell into a fitful sleep.

   When he woke up the next morning, the headache he'd had the night before
not only hadn't gone away, it had gotten worse  -" something he hadn't
thought possible.  Barely managing to choke down a cup of instant coffee
(he didn't have enough room for an honest-to-God coffeemaker), he didn't
have anything even vaguely resembling an appetite for anything more solid.
After showering and getting dressed, he went out and got in his car for the
long-ass drive to work.  Once he was inside the lab he was assigned to, the
first thing he had to deal with was that asshole Hanover asking him if he'd
cleaned up the mess.  Somehow managing to choke back the question "Do you
fucking smell it, dickhead?", he simply said that he had.  Then Hanover had
the balls to ask him if he'd followed Procedure.  Having completely
forgotten that he'd blown off using his respirator, or that he hadn't
waited the full time for the neutralizer to work, he answered that he had 
-" something he'd have done, anyway, since he'd seen what happened to the
one guy that had given the wrong answer.  Satisfied, Hanover walked off --
and didn't see the rude gesture Kevin made toward his departing back. 
Kevin's headache didn't improve during the day, but thankfully didn't get
any worse.  When lunchtime came, he realized he'd forgotten to pack a
lunch; that was okay, since he wasn't even hungry enough to finish the
donuts he got from the cafeteria.  Much to his relief, nobody dropped
anything, and there was hardly any glassware for him to wash up before he
got off work.  When he got home, Kevin discovered that he was actually
starting to feel a little hungry.  He managed to down a sandwich and soda
before stretching out on his couch to watch a little TV.  One of the
programs that night was a movie about a bunch of people going back for
their high school reunion; something that reminded him his own 10-year
reunion was being held the coming weekend.  Though the idea of doing
anything like that himself was a joke (not only hadn't he made any friends
in high school, he'd actually become one of those outsiders that nobody
wanted anything to do with), he half-assed watched it anyway.  He didn't
realize that his reactions to the different events was almost exactly the
opposite of what was intended, and that his opinions of the different
characters was entirely inappropriate.  Well, it wouldn't have mattered to
him if he'd noticed, anyway.  By the time the program ended, he was
surprised to realize that his headache was all but gone.  After taking a
couple of aspirin to try and deal with what was left of it, he was tired
enough to just go to bed instead of staying up to watch the news and
weather.  He always shut the TV off before sports came on; he'd never been
particularly athletic, and had no interest in such things.  The next
morning, he was relieved to notice that his headache was gone  -" although
he didn't feel quite the same as he usually did, he was still able to have
a cup of coffee and bowl of cereal before making sure to pack himself a
lunch.  Work went pretty much as it usually did for a Friday; there weren't
any more chemical spills, but he did have a lot of lab glass and equipment
to clean up, and he carefully followed the established procedure for
dealing with the resulting concoctions that the chemists had come up with.
That was the one thing that everybody had emphasized to him when he'd
gotten the job  -" the necessity of meticulously following the rules they'd
set up for dealing with all the chemicals the place used.  Since he
couldn't even pronounce half the shit, and the other half was some
mish-mash of numbers and terms like "tetra" this, and "poly" that, he
didn't see the point; at least, except for those few that actually had
poison symbols on them, or the various acids that he knew would eat right
through him.  Something that did throw him off during the day was that he
kept thinking that he heard people talking to him -- even when they were a
few feet away, and he could SEE that their mouths weren't moving.  Most of
what he thought he heard wasn't very nice, or didn't make any sense to him,
so he just kept quiet and did his job.  Still, it was strange -- As he was
leaving to go home, he was behind several of the chemists, and he thought
he heard them talking about Doctor Hanover, mostly, but each other, too. 
None of it was nice, and he was sure there was going to be a fistfight
outside from some of it; like Doctor Thomas calling Doctor Eldridge a
"ham-handed pretender with the I.Q.  of a gibbon", or Doctor Iverson
talking about all the things he'd like to do with Doctor Wilson's wife  -"
who was pretty hot, but still -- Kevin had gotten home, and was walking
from his car to his apartment when he saw one of his neighbors, a cute
little co-ed named Alyssa going to the local college.  He was looking right
at her, and could SEE that her mouth stayed closed even as he heard her say
"Ew, there's Kreepy Kevin.  Every time I catch him looking at me, I feel
like I need to take a shower!" Sure, she always had to go someplace right
away when he tried to talk to her, but he didn't have any idea she felt
THAT way about him.  He started to get mad, but when he looked around, she
had already disappeared.  After he got inside his apartment, Kevin still
thought he heard the voices of his neighbors.  Sure the walls in the place
were thin, but they weren't that bad!  He could swear that he could hear
the young couple next door talking  -" except that they seemed to be having
two entirely different conversations.  He was talking about what he was
going to do to her when they were in bed that night, while she was going on
about them needing to replace some of their furniture.  Weird!  The rest of
the evening, Kevin kept thinking that he heard his different neighbors
talking  -" at least, the ones that had apartments immediately next to his;
both sides, above and below, and even the one on the opposite side of the
building from him.  Even worse was the fact that it seemed to get worse and
worse as the evening went by; by the time he was too tired to stay awake
any longer, it sounded like all of them were in the room with him, and all
talking at the same time -- When he woke up the next morning, he was
surprised to see how early it was; as late as he'd finally gone to bed, he
figured it would be lot later than it was before he woke up again.  Getting
up, he put on a pair of pants before wandering over to look out his
one-and-only window.  Outside, he saw Alyssa walking by in the little
outfit she wore when she went jogging: a pair of shorts that barely covered
her tight little ass, a jersey over the sports bra she wore, socks, and
sneakers  -" she had her sweatband holding her dark hair in place, and
already had the earbuds for her little radio stuck in her ears.  Watching
as she walked by, Kevin found himself wishing that she'd hold still -- he
really liked looking at her butt in those shorts!  To his pleased surprise,
Alyssa stopped dead in her tracks and just stood there.  Eying the rounded
globes of her ass, Kevin wondered what it really looked like; when he
started to wish that he could see it, he was amazed to see her reach around
and push the back of her shorts down, revealing the thong that appeared
from between her exposed cheeks.  Even as he was checking out the smooth
orbs of Alyssa's ass, Kevin realized that something was going on.  He'd
wished that she'd stop so he could look at her, and she had.  Then he'd
wished he could look at her bare ass cheeks, and she'd lowered the back of
her shorts to show them to him.  Suddenly realizing that she was standing
out there with her ass literally hanging in the breeze, Kevin thought that
she should pull her shorts up again; a moment later, she did, then
continued to just stand there.  As Kevin started trying to figure out what
was going on, he finally noticed that the voices that he thought he'd been
hearing had pretty much faded out; they were still there, but they were
more like the kind of general noise he heard in the cafeteria at work --
recognizable as people talking, but not much more unless he consciously
focused on one.  As he continued to think about what was going on, he
looked out at Alyssa again.  She was still standing there, and as he looked
at her, he thought he began to hear her talking  -" except that all that
she was doing was just trying to remember what she had meant to do, since
she couldn't understand why she was just standing there.  Beginning to put
the pieces together, Kevin started to understand that he had somehow
stopped her from going out on her morning jog, and then made her drop the
back of her jogging shorts and show him her ass, just by wishing she'd do
those things.  With that, it occurred to him to wonder -- could he get her
up to his apartment?  And maybe even do more than just wave her ass at him?
Focusing his attention on her, Kevin started thinking of Alyssa turning
toward the stairs that led up to his second-floor apartment; down on the
sidewalk below, she did just what he was imagining.  From there, it didn't
take long for him to get her up the stairs, and then standing outside his
door.  When he opened it, he saw her standing there, with a faint look of
unhappiness on her face.  Though her lips didn't move, he could hear her
wondering why she'd come up there when it was the last place she wanted to
be.  Only then did it occur to him that he wasn't hearing voices, he was
hearing thoughts.  There was no hiding the glee he felt as he wished her
into his apartment, then closed the door behind her.  When she was standing
in the middle of the room, he had her stop, then turn to face him.  He
moved to stand in front of her, and heard her mind begin to realize that HE
was somehow responsible for her being there, even though he hadn't been
anywhere near her.  She absently pulled the earbuds for her stereo out of
her ears, then unclipped it from the waistband of her jogging shorts. 
Using her headband to bundle the stereo and earbuds together, she set them
aside.  Giving voice to his desires, Kevin told her "Alyssa, you like
showing yourself off in shit like your little jogging outfit there  -" so I
think I'd like to see what you really look like.  What I'd like you to do
is take off your shirt and whatever you've got on under it.  I want to see
what you've got for tits." Knowing, then, that it was Kevin somehow
controlling her, Alyssa begged him "Please -- no, Kevin --" "Don't you mean
'Kreepy Kevin', Alyssa?  And I say yes.  Strip, damn you!" The fear was as
plain in Alyssa's eyes as her tears were when she reached for the bottom of
the jersey she had on; he could see that she was struggling to fight him as
her arms raised, pulling the jersey with them until he could see the
abbreviated bra she had on.  When the jersey was completely off of her, he
had her simply toss it aside.  Her hands went to the bottom of the bra,
between her breasts, before she pulled it out and up, revealing her
somewhat smallish breasts.  When she'd rid herself of the bra, she just
stood there crying silently as Kevin looked at her exposed mammaries.  He
didn't think that either one was much more than he could hold in his cupped
hand; generally cone-shaped, they were capped with somewhat puffy areolas
and nipples that were a light tan color.  Stepping a little closer to her,
Kevin reached out with both hands to cup her breasts and found them warm
and smooth.  When he squeezed them, he saw the slight pain in Alyssa's eyes
as he discovered that her breasts were a lot softer than he'd expected. 
Releasing them, he stepped back again to Alyssa's visible relief  -" which
proved to be short-lived when he told her "Now lose the shorts and
underwear." Her eyes revealed her shame and embarrassment as she slid her
hands under the waistband of her shorts, then began to ease them down her
legs, slowly, as if she hoped he'd change his mind.  He only smiled in
cruel pleasure when they fell down to around her ankles, revealing the
front of the thong that he knew she was wearing.  It barely covered her
mons, and Kevin found himself starting to get hard at the idea of seeing
what was under it.  With a peremptory gesture, he indicated he wanted them
gone, too; Alyssa began to cry silently as she obeyed his command, sliding
the thong down to join her jogging shorts around her ankles.  When she
stood up again, Keven couldn't believe what he saw  -" she kept her entire
pubic area shaved clean as a baby's.  He could easily see the hood over her
clitoris peeking at him from her cleft at the top; between her slender
thighs, he saw the edges of her vaginal lips.  The sight of her quickly had
him semi-erect.  It had been entirely too long since he'd found any sexual
pleasure with anyone but himself, and Kevin knew immediately that he wanted
to fuck her.  But before that, he wanted to take her down a few notches so
she'd know that she wasn't Little Miss College Girl -- "Alyssa, dear", he
told her, "I think it's about time we had a little fun together.  You've
never given me a smile with that mouth of yours, so what I'd like you to do
with it now is suck my cock." Horrified, Alyssa told him "I -- I've never
done anything like that!  I've had boyfriends and everything, but all we
ever did was kiss, and -- and touch each other, a little!" Dumbfounded,
Kevin asked "Are you telling me you're -- a virgin?" Hesitantly, Alyssa
nodded her head, hoping that Kevin would let her go once he knew.  Those
hopes were dashes to pieces when she heard him say "Well, now, that's even
better, for what I've got planned for us!  Get over here and on your knees,
sweetheart  -" you're about to learn how to give head!" Blushing furiously
even as she began to cry again, Alyssa took a half-step forward, then
slowly sank to her knees in front of him.  Without his having to say a
word, she knew that she was supposed to unfasten his pants, and pull them
down.  When she'd done that, she was left with a clear view of the
ungodly-huge (or so it seemed) bulge in his shorts.  Slipping her fingers
under the waistband, she pulled them down  -" and gasped when his cock
slipped into view.  She got his shorts down to his knees, then looked up at
his face, uncertain what he wanted next.  She felt the bile rise in her
throat as she opened her mouth and captured the head of his penis between
her lips after he told her "In your mouth, Alyssa -- there's a good girl!"
Over the next several minutes, Keven talked Alyssa through how to use her
lips and mouth and tongue to get him to full erection; once she'd gotten
that accomplished, he guided her to begin bobbing her head on him while
softly sucking.  He could feel the shame and horror and guilt and
everything else that she was feeling about what she was doing to him  -"
and that only aroused him even more.  When he felt himself getting close to
cumming, he told her that she'd better keep her mouth on him when it
happened -- and that he wanted her to hold his cum in her mouth until he
told her she could swallow it.  If she didn't -- Less than a minute later,
he grabbed her head and tried to stuff his cock down her throat; her
attempt to squeal in protest was cut off by the jets of his semen that
filled her mouth.  A minute or so after his cock quit squirting his thick
cum, he let go of her head and pulled his penis from her mouth.  Looking
down at her, he commanded "Swallow it, cunt." Fighting the urge to retch,
she somehow managed to do it  -" only to have him tell her "Now, lick my
cock clean; and no using your hands, either." Doing as he'd told her, she
eventually managed to clean his penis of the residue of his cum.  Mortified
by what she'd just done, Alyssa hesitantly asked "Can -- can I go now?"
Kevin just laughed before telling her "Not even, bitch!" After he'd gotten
her to finish undressing him, Kevin took a seat on his couch; looking at
her still kneeling on the floor, he tried to think of what would help him
get it up so he could fuck her.  When he looked at her shaven pussy, he
knew just what would do the trick -- At Kevin's command, Alyssa rid herself
of her running shoes and socks, then her shorts and thong.  Standing naked
in front of him, she hung her head in shame after hearing him tell her "Now
what I want you to do is lay down on the floor, right here in front of me,
and spread your legs.  I want to see this virgin pussy of yours." Trying to
fight him with her mind again was a wasted effort; it was barely a minute
before she was positioned as he'd instructed.  Her horror at the situation
grew even worse when he commanded her to start masturbating.  Sure, she'd
done it before, but never in FRONT of anyone!  Shucks, she didn't hardly do
it much, at all, even  -" her parents had raised her too religiously for
her to get the pleasure from it that she heard other girls talking about.
But there was no arguing with him, and she put one of her hands between her
legs and began touching herself in the hope that what she was doing was
good enough.  It wasn't.  Kevin could see that she was basically just going
through the motions; when he looked into her mind, he was surprised to
discover that she rarely touched herself that way, and had only ever had a
couple of orgasms -- and small ones, at that!  Thinking that if her could
get her to strip, then blow him and start frigging herself, he might be
able to do more, Kevin tried to see if he couldn't help get her a little
more worked up.  It took a few minutes for Alyssa to realize that she was
getting more enjoyment from what she was doing than she meant (or wanted)
to.  But by that time, it was too late  -" it did feel pretty darn good
when she rubbed her 'button' (that was what she called her clitoris, in her
mind), and ran her finger across her 'baby place' (the entrance to her
vagina).  With her increasing arousal, she didn't have the inclination to
think about why she was getting so much more pleasure from touching
herself; she was too busy making herself feel so much better than she ever
had before -- As Kevin sat back and watched, Alyssa got more and more
involved in pleasuring herself.  Even from where he sat, he could see her
cunt start leaking; her virginal pussy lips were getting darker and longer
and thicker in response to what she was doing.  Looking a little higher, he
saw that her areolas had puckered, and that her nipples were longer than
they'd been before  -" why, her tits were actually starting to look pretty
damn good, that way!  But she didn't have enough in the way of tits for him
to try fucking them, so he turned his eyes back to where Alyssa's had was
busy between her thighs.  Her fingers and the area between her thighs was
shiny with the juices that were leaking out of her, and the sight was
enough to get Kevin hard again sooner than he'd thought he could.  Ready to
get his first piece of pussy in entirely too damn long, it looked to Kevin
as though Alyssa was getting close to having an orgasm  -- one better than
she'd ever had before.  Well, he couldn't have that happening; if she was
going to climax, it was going to be while he was balls-deep in her!  When
Alyssa heard Kevin tell her to stop, she found that she actually didn't
want to; it wasn't until he threatened her that she was able to pull her
hand from between her thighs.  When it got close to her face, she smelled
her juices on her fingers -- and couldn't stop herself from licking them
off.  Once she was done, she opened her eyes and saw that Kevin was sitting
on the edge of his couch with his legs spread, and what looked like it must
be the biggest penis in the world sticking up.  She knew that he meant to
stick it in her  -" and felt not only fear of the pain that it might cause,
but an incredible arousal.  When he told her to get to her hands and knees,
she tried not to show the anticipation she felt at the idea of finally
having something in her aching, empty vagina.  With the cute little Alyssa
on her hands and knees in front of him, Keven moved behind her as he looked
at the drooling slit of her cunt between and below the firm globes of her
tight ass.  Levering his cock down, he wedged it between her labia and
started trying to press himself into her.  He'd never had a virgin before,
and thought that the difficulty he was having was because it was her first
time; but when he happened to look into her mind, he discovered that she
was trying to resist him again.  Alyssa wasn't prepared for the slap she
received on the back of her head, and it left her stunned  -" but only
until she suddenly felt an incredible pain as something far too big was
shoved not only through her maidenhead, but even deeper and deeper, until
she thought it was going to split her in half.  It was all she could do not
to scream with the pain; and she probably would have, if whatever was being
forced into her hadn't finally stopped.  Even as she began to cry from the
pain she was experiencing, she realized that she could feel Keven's body
pressed against her butt  -" and only then understood that what she'd felt
had been him forcing his erect penis inside her.  Knowing that she was
being over-filled by his erection didn't lessen her pain, but it did make
it a little easier to tolerate.  She was still coming to grips with the
loss of her virginity, and the feeling of having a man's penis inside her
body when she felt him begin to move.  Alyssa's pussy was the hottest and
tightest thing he'd ever had his cock in, and Kevin was simply amazed at
how incredibly good it felt.  As he started to ease himself back out of
her, he looked down and saw the blood from her defunct hymen  -" and
silently resolved that she wasn't going to be the last virgin he ever had,
that was for sure!  When only the head of his cock was inside her, he held
still for a moment before slowly filling her amazingly tight pussy again.
He could hear her crying at what he'd done to her, and that only made his
cock get even harder, if such a thing were possible.  Kevin's next stroke
in Alyssa's hot pussy was a little faster; and the one after that faster,
still.  It wasn't but a minute or so before he was sliding his manhood in
and out of her as though she were a much more experienced woman  -"
something made possible only because of her virginal blood and the
increasing supply of her natural lubrication.  It had been a considerable
relief to Alyssa when she felt Kevin sliding his cock out of her.  What she
wasn't ready to believe was that it could feel the way it did when he
pushed it back into her.  It didn't feel good, exactly, but it certainly
wasn't as painful as the first time.  Then when he did it again, she felt
even less discomfort; by the time he was pistoning himself in and out of
her regularly, she'd not only gotten used to the feeling, but was starting
to even -- like it, a little.  As he continued to thrust himself into her,
she found that she was actually beginning to enjoy it.  Alyssa didn't know
that her increasing pleasure was due entirely to Kevin.  He knew that he
could cum from fucking her that way, but he wanted more than that.  He
didn't just want HER to enjoy having him fuck her, he wanted to feel her
tight pussy wrapped around his cock when she had an orgasm, too  -" to turn
her into some kind of nympho that would fuck anybody, any time, any where.
That would teach the little cunt not to be a tease like she was!  Alyssa
had started using one hand to squeeze her breasts, and pinch and pull on
her nipples, when she felt Kevin start doing something else to her, too  -"
rubbing his thumb across her anus, and pressing against it.  The sensation
was novel and intimate enough that she found it incredibly erotic -- and
stimulating.  As he continued to slide his wonderful penis in and out of
her, she felt herself getting more and more aroused from the additional
stimulation his thumb was providing.  Kevin was starting to get a little
tired from fucking Alyssa, and had decided that there was still one more
thing that he wanted to do before he let her leave.  Using his ability to
influence her, he made sure that she found no small pleasure from it when
he began teasing the pucker of her asshole.  He could feel her getting
wetter after he started, and got a generous dollop of his saliva on his
thumb help lubricate her nether opening for what he planned to do.  He
continued to keep her rectum lubricated while he teased it, even as he was
continuing to fuck himself into her tight pussy.  It wasn't difficult to
tell when she was getting close to having an orgasm, and he let another
blob of his spit fall between her ass cheeks.  When he felt her body begin
to tense up with the start of her climax, he buried his cock in her as far
as he could  -" then pushed his thumb through the rosette of Alyssa's anus.
Her attempt to cry out with the beginning of her release was choked off by
the intensity of the spasm that overwhelmed her; the way her pussy clenched
around his cock would have been enough to trigger his own climax if she
hadn't gotten him off so recently.  Even as Alyssa's body spasmed from the
waves of pleasure running through it, Kevin was sliding his thumb in and
out of her ass, trying to stimulate her as much as he could.  Alyssa was
panting with the need for oxygen when she felt Kevin pull his thumb from
her butt, causing her to shudder from the stimulation; a moment later, she
felt disappointed when he eased his hard cock out of her.  She wondered why
he was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart when she felt something
touching her anus again.  She knew it wasn't his thumb because of where his
hands were; it wasn't until she felt it pressing against her that she
realized that it must be his erect penis.  But before she could voice any
kind of protest, she felt him force his manhood through her opening,
violating her in a way that she'd never thought could happen to her.  Keven
knew that Alyssa wanted to cry out from suddenly having his dick stuffed
into her tight ass, but he mentally forced her to silence; she remained
quiet even as he finished getting as much of his cock into her as he could.
Knowing that he'd taken the last of her virginity aroused him tremendously,
and it was all he could do not to begin fucking her right away  -" he
wanted to give her some time to get used to having him in her ass, so that
it would be easier to "convince" her that she liked having her ass used
that way.  He knew that he'd enjoy it even more when she started moaning
from having her ass fucked, just like she had when he'd been fucking her
pussy.  So he was willing to wait for a minute or so, until he felt the
almost painfully tight ring of her anus begin to relax around him before he
began to move in her.  Alyssa had a faint hope that he was done with her
when she felt him begin to slide himself out of her; but when she felt him
stop, then press himself back into her again, she knew that she wasn't
going to get away so easily.  Knowing that attempting to fight him was
useless, she resigned herself to her fate; rather than get hurt even more
from what he was doing to her, she tried to relax so that she'd feel as
little pain as possible.  As Kevin slowly pistoned his erection in and out
of Alyssa's bowels, he felt her slowly relaxing to his invasion.  Several
seconds passed before he realized what she was doing; when he did, he
smiled to himself and increased his efforts.  Once he was in a nice,
comfortable rhythm, he shifted his attentions from what he was doing with
her body and began raping her mind again.  At first, Alyssa was grateful
that although having Kevin fucking her ass wasn't pleasant, it wasn't as
bad or painful as she'd been afraid it would be.  A few minutes later, she
was surprised to discover that it didn't really feel all that bad, after
all  -" maybe because she wasn't fighting it, she thought.  It wasn't until
she realized that she was actually pushing herself back against him that
Alyssa understood that she was actually starting to -- to enjoy having
Kevin's hard cock in such an intimate and private place  -" and was
promptly horrified, even as she felt herself getting more aroused. 
Confirmation that he was getting the results he wanted came to Kevin when
he realized that each time his balls swung forward, they were hitting
Alyssa's drooling slit and soaking up a little bit of the overflow of
juices she was making as a result of her increasing excitement.  The
thought that she was actually starting to get off from having him fucking
her tight little ass aroused him tremendously  -" and gave him the
inspiration he needed to begin fucking her in earnest -- which only
stimulated her even more.  Alyssa was on the verge of having an orgasm that
she knew was going to be even more powerful than the last one when she felt
Kevin suddenly practically pound himself into her ass  -" quickly followed
by the sensation of something hot washing her bowels.  It took her only a
moment to realized that he'd just sprayed her insides with his semen, and
that thought was enough to trigger her own even MORE powerful release. 
Even as Kevin felt the second wad of his jism erupting from his dick, he
felt Alyssa's anus clench around him along with a strange sensation along
the underside of his cock.  It took a second for him to understand that she
was starting to have a climax; that the sensation on the bottom of his
penis was the clenching of her pussy, just a few layers of tissue away.  It
was a novel and pleasant enough feeling that it made the rest of his climax
even more powerful than he had any reason to expect -- or hope for.  When
he was done dumping his cum in her, Keven eased his slightly sore cock out
of her, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter milking the last few drops
out of him as he did.  With the removal of Kevin's cock from her ass, there
was nothing keeping Alyssa from falling forward in exhaustion from the
force of the orgasm she'd just experienced.  She could feel how sore and
abused her pussy and ass felt  -" and how nice they felt, too.  As she was
laying there, she started to wonder -- if she felt this good from the way
Kevin had used her, how much better could it be if someone nicer did it? 
She couldn't suppress the aroused shiver that coursed through her body just
from thinking about it -- Sitting on his couch again, Kevin knew from
hearing her thoughts what had prompted the little tremors that he'd just
witnessed.  Remembering what he'd wanted to do, it took him only a minute
to change Alyssa from the shy, chaste virgin she'd been when she'd come
into his apartment to a young woman that would go to bed with anyone at the
slightest provocation.  Recalling that he'd seen her lick her own juices
off her fingers, he made sure that she would be agreeable to anything that
any of her bed partners of either sex wanted to do with her.  While he was
at it, he made sure that she "advertised" her availability by ceasing to
wear a bra EVER, and wearing panties only when she was bleeding from her
menstruation.  The only kindness he was prepared to show her (and that only
because he was in an after-sex glow) was to ensure that she got started on
some kind of effective birth control before she turned herself loose
completely.  As he sat there getting his energy back, Alyssa reminded Kevin
of how some of the cheerleaders had looked when he'd been in high school;
shortly on the heels of that, he recalled that his school reunion was
starting that afternoon.  It was only a moments thought for him to decide
to go to it, after all  -" and show all those assholes that they shouldn't
have made things as tough for him as they had.  With something to look
forward to, Kevin lost interest in Alyssa; he'd been thinking to keep her
around for the rest of the day to amuse himself, but going to the reunion
was going to be ever so much better!  Looking at the clock, Kevin saw that
he didn't have a whole lot of time to get cleaned up and dressed for
something like his reunion.  Turning back to Alyssa, he told her "Okay,
Alyssa  -" time to get up, now, and go home.  Don't bother putting on your
bra or panties; I think people would like to see your nice little tits, and
since you don't suck dick worth a fuck, I think it'd be fair if you had to
let my cum run out of your ass and make a wet spot on the back of your
shorts.  You can just leave the bra and thong here, in fact.  If you don't
want me to think of something else to do to you, you'd better get some
practice giving head so you don't disappoint me next time." Shamed, but
also aroused, by what she'd been through since coming into Kevin's
apartment, Alyssa did as she was told.  After she'd gotten her jogging
shorts on, she felt some of Kevin's semen leak through her anus, only to be
absorbed by the material of the shorts  -" forming the predicted wet spot.
Blushing furiously, but knowing that there wasn't anything she could do to
change what happened, Alyssa got her jersey on and started toward his door.
Before she got there, though, she heard Kevin tell her "Start carrying some
lube around with you, too, Alyssa.  Next time I fuck your ass, I don't want
to have to use my own spit to get you greased up." After she'd left, Kevin
continued to sit there for several minutes, lost in thought.  Only when a
casual glance at the clock told him how much time had passed did he get up
and go in to take a shower.  As he was getting dressed, he had an idea.

   Kara Mynor wasn't surprised that she didn't recognize the well-dressed
man coming toward the check-in for the Class Reunion table; there had been
a lot of other students, and she'd only known a fraction of them.  When he
got close, Kara thought he looked familiar  -" but still couldn't place
him. What she was sure of, though, was that he'd obviously done well for
himself since graduation.  The suit he was wearing all but screamed money
-- and lots of it.  Unless she missed her guess, that was a solid gold
Rolex on his wrist when he took the pen to sign in.  After he'd gone
inside, she looked at his name; Kevin Sellers sounded familiar for some
reason, but she couldn't quite place it.  Well, it didn't matter; everyone
that was going to be coming was already there, so she went inside the
largest conference room of all the hotels in town.  She closed the doors
behind her, and locked them.  They certainly didn't want any gatecrashers,
did they?  As he stood looking at the other people that had been in his
graduating class, Kevin was glad that he'd taken the time to go to that
high-end menswear store.  The suit he had on had been tailored to him in
record time, due in large part to the imaginary tip he'd given them.  His
payment for the suit itself, the best in the store, had been paid for with
his equally imaginary credit card; as were his hand-made loafers, shirt,
and tie.  With only minimal prodding, the manager had even been willing to
exchange watches with him.  The look he'd gotten from the girl at the table
outside let him know that he was making the impression that he was after.
As he looked around, he recognized only a few of the people he saw  -" most
notably, Helena Mayhall, Darien Bylett, Susanne Bowes, Ronnie McFadden. 
Helena and Susanne had been the two prettiest girls in school, and pretty
much driven the cheerleading squads.  Darien had been a big sports jock in
football and baseball, while Ron McFadden had taken the basketball team to
the State championships.  The two women had taken no small pleasure in
teasing him about his lack of success with girls; Darien had bullied him
the entire time they'd been in school.  For his part Ron had been content
to simply make fun of Kevin at every opportunity  -" he'd been the one that
had coined the "Psycho Sellers" nickname that Kevin had carried.  Yeah, he
was glad he'd decided to come to this thing, after all.  Walking around to
see who else was there, Kevin saw Grace Woodford.  He'd worked up the
courage to ask her out one time, and she'd not only shot him down, but done
it loudly and publicly -- then gone on to tell him WHY she wasn't
interested.  A little later, he saw Sheila Dillon, who was probably the
only person in the entire school that had talked to him at all; he actually
regretted seeing that something had happened to cause her to lose her
sight: she was sitting off to the side with a folded white cane in her hand
and what was clearly a Seeing Eye dog next to her.  A bit later, he saw
Katie and Michael Whitmore, a pair of fraternal twins.  The one and only
time he'd ever spoken to Katie was to ask if he could work with her during
a Biology class lab session.  She'd scathingly turned him down; after
school, Michael had found him and told him that if Kevin ever bothered his
sister again in any way, that he'd kick Kevin's ass all the way around the
school twice.  Then he'd called Kevin a faggot before walking away.  Seeing
them together, Kevin knew just how he wanted to start getting a little
payback -- After convincing everyone else in the room not to notice
anything unusual, Kevin casually eased himself toward where Katie and
Michael were standing with a couple of other people, and got there just as
Michael was finishing some story or other that had everyone laughing
briefly.  When they'd all calmed down again, all of them looked at him with
obvious approval at his appearance before Michael said "Yeah, I had a lot
of fun in high school." Amiably, Kevin feigned a chuckle before saying "You
sure did.  Hey, remember the time you told Kevin Sellers that you'd kick
his ass around the school twice if he ever bothered your sister again?"
Michael looked perplexed for a moment, then brightened up before answering
"Yeah, I remember that -- she told me that he tried some damn thing or
other, so I figured I needed to set him straight.  Man, that guy was some
kind of weird!" A few moments later, Michael got a confused look on his
face before asking "Say, how did you hear about that?  The only ones around
when I did that was me and --" "Me", Kevin interrupted.  "Kevin Sellers,
himself." All the others immediately got uncomfortable, but Kevin ignored
that in favor of telling Michael "You know, the thing was that it was the
last Biology lab of the semester, and the person your sister usually
partnered with was home sick that day.  She had a choice of me, who at
least got C's, or the dumbest person in the class  -" and she went with
Ollie Langdorf, even though I asked as nice as anybody could want.  I
didn't even kick when she said she'd partner with Ollie.  But you just had
to hunt me down and threaten me anyway, didn't you Mike?  Didn't bother to
find out what really happened, or even to get my side of it; you just found
me and said you were gonna kick my ass.  Called me a faggot, afterwards,
too." Michael was visibly nervous as he heard Kevin continue "You know,
Mike, now that I think about it, you called a LOT of people 'faggot'. 
Kinda makes me wonder if maybe you weren't trying to, oh, I dunno, hide
something?  And the way you were so overprotective of Katie, a person could
get the idea that you HAD to do stuff like that so nobody would find out
what a slut she was  -" that she'd do anything with any guy that had the
guts to ask." Michael (who hated being called Mike) immediately started to
get pissed off.  But before he could do anything, heard himself say "I
didn't want anyone to know.  For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed
about sucking cocks, and having guys cum in my mouth so I can drink their
jizz." Then, much to his horror, a voice that sounded like his but couldn't
possibly BE his, said "I'm sorry for calling you a faggot, Sellers.  To
make it up to you, I'd like yours to be the first dick I have between my
lips." In the stunned silence that followed, Katie spoke up to say "Yeah,
that's EXACTLY how I am, Kevin.  I've tried to fight it, but any guy can
have any one of my holes that he wants.  Now that it's out in the open, I'm
glad  -" and what I want more than anything else right now is for you to
fuck me in the ass." The others just stood there in silence as Kevin told
the brother and sister "Well, this is fortunate, isn't it?  Mike, here,
wants to suck my dick; and his lovely sister wants me to stick my dick in
her ass!  Mike, I'd be proud to be the first guy you blow  -" I don't doubt
that there'll be others, but I consider being your first to be an honor. 
And just to show you there aren't any hard feelings, after you get me hard,
I'll give your sister what she wants, too.  How does that sound?" Michael
wanted to scream that it sounded like a load of horse shit; but what he did
was slowly drop to his knees, then reach out to where Kevin was standing.
His hands soon found the fly of Kevin's pants, and he pulled the zipper
down before fishing out Kevin's dick.  That done, he couldn't stop himself
from leaning forward and opening his mouth; a moment later, he could taste
Kevin's manhood on his tongue.  Once he'd gotten that far, it was only a
couple of minutes before he was sliding his lips up and down Kevin's
stiffening pole while his sister watched in fascination.  Katie had been
horrified by what she'd heard herself say.  Not only was she extremely
picky about who she'd even go OUT with, she was so much of a tease that
she'd only actually had sex a few times -- and never used her mouth on
anyone, never mind let a guy stick his dick in her ass!  She could only
stand there in amazement as she'd watched her brother start sucking Kevin's
cock; but as the seconds ticked by, she found herself getting more and more
aroused at the sight  -" aroused enough, even, that she started thinking
about helping him.  The only thing that kept her from actually doing it was
the certainty that Kevin was going to do exactly what she'd heard herself
ask him to.  For Kevin, the humiliation he was forcing onto Michael was
more stimulating than the blowjob he was getting.  Looking around the room,
he saw several other guys that he'd heard Michael call faggot, and used his
new-found powers to get them in on the action.  They wouldn't form a line,
or anything, but Michael wouldn't have but a couple of minutes to get his
breath back each time before he'd have another one of them standing in
front of him.  When he'd gotten that taken care of, Kevin was happy to
realize that he was hard enough to take care of the female half of the
Whitmore twins.  Sliding his erection from Michaels sucking mouth, Kevin
took the couple of steps to where Katie was standing.  Without his having
to say a word to her, she reached under the dress she was wearing and
pulled her panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them.  After
she'd pulled her dress up around her waist (revealing a nice, dark, trim
little bush), she turned around and leaned over to support herself with the
back of a chair.  Putting his hands on the soft mounds of her ass, Kevin
pulled her cheeks apart and worked himself forward so that the end of his
stiff dick (still wet with her brothers saliva, much to his pleasure) was
pressed against the dark pink rosette of her anus.  Without a word, Kevin
suddenly snapped his hips forward, forcing nearly half his cock into
Katie's most intimate opening.  Her head flew back, and what she meant to
release as a scream came out as a heartfelt moan of arousal, instead. 
After taking a breath, Kevin slowly pushed the rest of his erect penis into
Katie's warm bowels.  Katie had thought that she'd be split apart when
Kevin drove his cock into her ass; but by the time she felt his balls
bounce against her mons, she knew that Kevin's wasn't the last stiff dick
she'd have there.  As it had been with Michael, it was knowing what he was
doing with Katie that aroused Kevin, more than the act itself  -" though it
certainly felt good enough!  It took him only a minute to get into a nice
pattern of sliding himself back and forth through the tight ring of Katie's
asshole.  Katie pulled herself together long enough to turn her head and
see what Michael was doing, and found herself amazed that he'd gotten
Charles Emerson's dick out and was sucking on it  -" to Charles' visible
pleasure, no less!  Between seeing Michael enthusiastically sucking another
guy's cock, and the feeling of Kevin's dick moving in and out of her
over-stretched rectum, Katie felt herself get more aroused and excited than
she could remember being before.  Without even realizing what she was
doing, she used one hand to unfasten the buttons on the front of her dress;
it was only a moment's effort to undo the bra fastening between her breasts
so she could start pinching and pulling on her exposed nipples.  When he
realized what she was doing, Kevin didn't hesitate to lean forward a little
bit and replace Katie's one hand with both of his -- and then start doing
things to her swaying mammaries that she wouldn't have done herself:
painfully squeezing them, fiercely pinching her nipples and pulling them
farther and harder than they should EVER have had to experience.  All that
seemed to do was ratchet Katie's arousal even higher, judging from the heat
and juices being transferred to his balls each time they bounced against
her vaginal opening.  Even with all the fun he'd had with Alyssa earlier,
Kevin could feel himself getting closer and closer to blowing his load. 
But he didn't want to let Katie off too easily, and tried to think of
something else that would add to her humiliation; after several seconds of
thought, he knew what he wanted to do.  From the way he was moving in her,
Katie knew that Kevin was moving closer and closer to blowing his load in
her ass  -" and was looking forward to it.  When she felt him stop, and
then pull his cock completely out of her ass, she couldn't stop herself
from releasing a deep moan of disappointment before she heard him say "Turn
around and on your knees, cunt." Wondering what he had in mind, she did as
he said; she looked first at his swollen red cock before raising her eyes
to his face so that she was looking at him when he told her "Open up,
bitch. My cum is too good for your ass, so you're going to swallow it." It
took her a second to understand  -" he actually wanted her to use her mouth
on his dick right after he'd had it buried in her ass!  When she opened her
mouth to tell him that there was no way in hell she was going to do that,
no sound came out -- mostly because she leaned forward and took half his
cock in her mouth, instead of saying anything.  A minute later, and she was
sucking on him as she bobbed her head to slide her lips up and down the
length of him while she cupped his balls in her hand.  A few minutes later,
she felt his balls pull up; shortly after that, she almost had her nose in
his pubic hair when he began to fill her mouth with his cum.  His semen was
thick and salty, and she rolled it around on her tongue as he continued to
try and coat her tonsils with his jism.  When the last few trickles had
escaped him, she tightened her lips around his softening penis to wring the
last few drops out of it as he pulled himself out of her mouth.  Tilting
her head up, she let him see as she swallowed every drop of his semen
before she licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed any.  Leaning
over, Kevin took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, using them
to roughly pull her to a standing position in front of him.  The hem of her
dress was still around her waist, and the front of it had opened up enough
to leave her medium-sized breasts with their large, dark areolas and
nipples fully exposed.  Looking at her, Kevin told her "Since you've
admitted you're such a slut, maybe you should just find a table to lay down
on  -" something small, so your head hangs off the side so guys can just go
ahead and fuck your face and your pussy or ass at the same time." Without
saying a word, Katie turned and headed toward where the refreshment tables
had been set up; something that caused Kevin to laugh briefly at the
thought that there would be plenty of guys that would feel refreshed after
taking a turn with her -- After tucking his softened penis back in his
shorts and zipping his pants back up, Kevin watched as the guy Michael had
been sucking off obviously emptied his balls into Michaels mouth.  When the
guy pulled his dick from between Michael's lips, Kevin saw a trickle of cum
run down Michael's chin before he swallowed the rest of the guy's cum.  As
the guy turned and started away, Kevin could see one of the others that had
been called "faggot" start their direction.  Smiling to himself, Kevin
looked around the room again  -" there were still a few other things that
he wanted to take care of.  He was happy to see that Helena, Susanne,
Darien, and Ronnie were standing together; that made things a LOT more
convenient for him.  Even taking a casual and indirect route, it didn't
take long for Kevin to get close to the foursome.  Standing just a few feet
away, he listened to their conversation for several minutes and learned
that Susanne and Ronnie had gotten married right out of high school, as had
Helena and Darien.  He also learned that Ronnie had gone on to college;
after majoring in Liberal Arts, the only job he'd been able to get was as a
car salesman  -" though he claimed to be the assistant manager of an auto
dealership.  Helena and Darien hadn't even gotten that far; Darien was a
clerk in a convenience store while Helena had a part-time job in a daycare
facility  -" though both of them tried to make their jobs sound a lot more
impressive than what they really were.  When he figured he'd heard enough,
Kevin calmly walked over to stand with the four of them.  All four looked
at him first with envy, impressed that anyone in their high school had done
well enough to dress like that.  It wasn't until Darien looked past the
suit and incredulously asked "Sellers?  Kevin Sellers?" That got the rest
of them to look closer, too, and a stunned Ronnie to ask "Psycho Sellers?
That's really YOU?", before getting embarrassed at using the nickname he'd
coined.  Kevin just gave them his best smile and answered "Yeah, it's me."
"What happened with YOU?", Susanne asked.  "Everybody figured that the next
we'd hear about you, it would be because you were on a tall building with a
rifle, or something --" Laughing, Kevin answered "Well, once I got out of
high school and away from all the popularity and social pressure bullshit
people got so wrapped up in, I went on to college.  Got my Masters in
Finance, and I've been doing pretty good in the stock market and a few
other things.  I've got my own investment and financial management company,
and close to a hundred employees." That was, of course, a load of crap; but
dressed the way he was, it was believable crap.  The other four cycled
through a number of different reactions in response to what he'd said:
envy, guilt, awe, shame, and jealousy, among others.  Kevin continued by
telling them "Actually, I stopped by to tell all of you that it's you that
I have to thank for helping me get where I am now." Seeing the looks of
confusion on their faces, Kevin explained "The way you used to pick on me
all the time, Darien?  After high school, I started taking martial arts  -"
got my belt, even  -" and that gave me the discipline I needed to stick
with it in college, and after.  And after having Ronnie fucking with me all
the time, and coming up with that 'Psycho Sellers' thing; well, I learned
not to listen to what other people were saying about me because it was
probably bullshit.  Instead, I started listening to myself, and doing what
I knew was right, instead of trying to fit in and be popular." When
reminded of how they'd treated him, both men looked embarrassed and
ashamed; even more so when they heard what had happened after high school.
Kevin turned his attention to Helena and Susanne, he told them "The crap
you two used to give me about not having a girlfriend, and all that -- it
made me give up trying so hard.  What's funny is that when that happened, I
started meeting the kinds of women that I actually liked.  I got married a
few months ago, even." That last part prompted Susanne to ask "Is your wife
here?" "Oh, no, she's in Belize on a photo shoot.", Kevin answered. 
Uncertainly, Helena asked "She's a model?" "Oh, no  -" they're almost
always all looks, but no brains or personality.", Kevin answered with
certainty, as if he'd learned it from experience.  "She's a fashion
photographer, even though she did model a little bit to help pay for
college." Kevin was amused to see the expressions on their faces, and
waited patiently until Ronnie managed to tell him "Well, that's good to
hear Psy -- I mean, Kevin.  Congratulations." That was when Kevin told them
"You know, there's something I've noticed here." "What's that?", Darien
asked.  "Even after I mentioned how all of you used to treat me, not one of
you has bothered to say you're sorry, or given any indication that you
realize just what kind of complete jerks you were.  I mean, Ronnie, it was
you that came up with that 'Psycho Sellers' thing I heard everywhere from
damn near everybody.  Sure, I wasn't one of the 'in' crowd, and not popular
like you were  -" but was that really any reason to start something like
that?  Or to put me down about everything I did or said?" He went on to say
"Darien, you used to pick on me constantly.  Not just knocking my books out
of my hand and stuff like that, but actual physically abusing me  -"
stepping on my foot, or pushing me into lockers or against the wall, or
knocking me down when we had a gym class together.  Sure, you were a
big-shot jock, but what possible reason could you have to pay any attention
to a nobody like me, other than you just got some kind of perverse pleasure
out of it?" Looking at the two women, Kevin asked "Why would you give me so
much grief about not having a girlfriend?  It wasn't like I was always
trying to get either of YOU to go out with me.  Hell, unless one or the
other of you started in on me, I didn't say a word to you.  All I ever
wanted was to be left alone; but for whatever reason, you couldn't do that.
And I don't think that it was EVER just one of you at a time, either  -" if
one of you began giving me a hard time, the other one had to join in." All
of them were looking at him in concern when he told them "Well, since none
of you seems to be able to understand it any other way, I guess I'll just
have to let you learn what you were like from MY perspective." All four
immediately got worried, but it was too late  -" Kevin had already reached
out with his mind and taken control of them.  Addressing Helena and
Suzanne, Kevin said "Since you two bitches liked to work together so much,
I think you should show everyone just HOW well.  Maybe you should both get
naked, and let everybody see that you can take care of each other by giving
all of us a nice girl-girl sex show?  And after you've gotten each other
off, I think it would be a nice touch if you announced to everyone that
you'll team up to give any OTHER female in the place some pleasure, too  -"
like one of you eating her pussy until she cums while the other eats her
asshole.  Oh, and don't forget to trade jobs after each girl!" Both women
fully meant to outright refuse to do anything of the kind, but found
themselves hand in hand and walking to the middle of the room, instead. 
Once there, they moved into each others arms and exchanged of number of
passionate open-mouthed kisses before starting to undress each other. 
Darien and Ronnie were unable to do or say anything to stop the women, or
even slow them down.  They and Kevin watched as Helena and Suzanne exposed
each other to the small crowd that had surrounded them.  First to be
revealed were the blond Suzanne's large pear-shaped breasts with their dark
pink puffy areolas and short, tiny nipples.  Shortly after that, Helena's
orange-sized breasts were exposed; her small, dark areolas were barely
larger than the amazingly long nipples that extended from them.  Suzanne
then slipped Helena's skirt off so that everyone could see how the g-string
she wore molded so closely to her mons, and the tanned globes of her ass.
When Helena reciprocated, people got to see that Suzanne hadn't bothered to
wear anything under the dress she'd had on  -" her small and sparse muff
barely covered the mound of her sex, and did nothing to conceal its cleft.
Those that were behind her got the view of her small, pale, and obviously
firm ass.  The last thing to be put on display was Helena's obviously
trimmed pubic thatch that did nothing to conceal her long, thick labia.  It
wasn't but a few seconds before Suzanne had her face between Helena's
thighs; shortly after that, people began to hear the faint sounds of one
woman pleasuring another.  As Suzanne's efforts began to take effect,
Helena slowly let herself drop to the floor  -" then got herself situated
so that she could return the oral favors she was receiving.  Reaching out
with his mind, Kevin had the two women take their time  -" he wanted them
to experience as much shame and embarrassment as possible, along with
giving everyone (including himself) a nice show -- Having gotten the two
women started, Kevin turned his attention to their husbands.  It took only
a few seconds for him to decide how to deal with them.  "Darien, you used
how big and strong you were to hurt people.  Not just me, but a lot of
other guys, too.  Maybe it would help you understand what you were doing if
it was being done to you.  To help you learn that, what you're going to do
is get naked, and your asshole buddy Ronnie is going to help get you tied
up over there, so that anybody that wants to can come over and give you a
taste of what you were so good at dishing out.  The ones that you left
alone probably won't bother, but I expect that the ones that you DID beat
up and torment might take an interest in you.  Might be a few others that
didn't think what you were doing was right, but couldn't stand up to you.
Won't THAT be fun?" The expression on Darien's face showed that he knew it
would be anything but.  "Ronnie, since you were such a shit toward me the
whole time we were in high school, I think it would be entirely appropriate
for you to find out what it's like being shit on.  So what you're going to
do is strip, go into the bathroom, and lay down.  Everybody that goes in
there is going to get to do whatever they have to ON YOU.  If someone has
to take a shit, then you'll lick their ass when they're done so they don't
need any toilet paper.  And after they're gone, you'll take their shit and
smear it all over yourself  -" not just your body, but your face and even
your hair.  If someone just has to piss, then they do THAT on you, too, and
you use it to make sure you stay covered in crap." Unable to do anything
else, the two men walked over to where Kevin had said Darien should be
tied. They found the surplus of the cotton rope that was being used to hold
up some of the decorations, and it wasn't long before Darien was standing
spread-eagled between two steel posts, tied so that he was completely
exposed and defenseless.  Nearby, there was a second pile of clothes that
belonged to Ronnie, who way laying naked in the Mens room.  He wasn't there
long before one of the fattest people in the school came in -- Moving to
where Suzanne and Helena were tangled on the floor, Kevin could tell that
both of them were very much involved in what they were doing to each other.
The smell of aroused female was thick in the air, and what he could see of
each of their faces was shiny with the other's juices.  Both were making
all manner of pleased and aroused noises.  Glancing over to where Darien
was, Kevin was pleased to see one of the other kids that had been in the
gym class with him and Darien was getting a little payback.  The guy was
quietly talking while pinching the bound man's body at random intervals and
on varying parts of his body  -" probably making the point of what it was
like to not know when or where or how pain was coming, Kevin thought. 
After that guy left, Kevin was surprised to see a woman go over; Darien had
apparently sexually harassed her because she spent no small amount of time
repeatedly stroking him to erection and then viciously pulling on his
scrotum, or causing him some other kind of sexual pain, making his erection
flag; then she'd patiently start the whole process over again.  Looking
over toward where the refreshments were, Kevin saw that Katie was doing
just as he'd told her to.  In fact, she was on a table with her head
hanging off the edge; one guy was slowly fucking her mouth while another
was sliding his hard cock in and out of her ass.  From the look of things,
someone else had already dumped a load of cum in her pussy.  From there,
Kevin checked how Michael was doing  -" and wasn't disappointed to see that
he was actively bobbing his head in front of some guy.  Feeling satisfied
with how things were going, Kevin spotted Grace Woodford again and knew
that he had one more thing to take care of.  Knowing that he was in
control, Kevin simply walked right up to her and asked "Hi, Grace. 
Remember me?" After she'd looked him over in obvious approval, she answered
"No, I can't say that I do." "I suppose that I should have expected that,
but I thought that you might remember me anyway  -" particularly after the
way you talked to me when I asked you if you'd like to go out." He could
see the confusion on her face, and told her "C'mon, Grace.  I'm Kevin
Sellers; you know, 'Psycho Sellers'?  I asked you if you'd like to go
bowling, or to a movie, after History class in our Sophomore year.  After
the way you told me 'no', and all the reasons you gave me right there in
front of the whole class and Mister Oldham, I'd have thought for sure you'd
remember THAT!" With the reminder that Kevin had just given her, the woman
brightened up, then laughed.  Still smiling, she said "Yeah, now I
remember! Christ, you were some kind of fucked up in high school; it seemed
like you did everything you could to alienate everybody around you.  Those
goofy clothes you used to wear, the weird shit you used to write for
English assignments, how you always seemed to be on a completely different
planet from everybody else -- hell, what did you think I was going to do,
accept?" Quietly seething, Kevin told her "Yeah, I remember all that.  But
that was in Junior and Senior year; when I was a soph, I was still pretty
much like everybody else  -" except that I didn't feel like I quite fit in.
I thought maybe if I could go out on a date with somebody that everyone
else seemed to like, maybe things would get better.  But after you shot me
down, and the way you did it in front of all those people, and how
everybody talked and laughed about it -- well, that was when I just kind of
gave up.  You were nice enough with everyone else, so why did you think you
had to talk to ME like that?" She gave him a scathing look before answering
"I guess you aren't any smarter now than you were then, Sellers.  I never
said anything to anybody then, but I already knew that I only liked girls.
That's right  -" I'm a lesbian.  You were so damn clueless, I thought that
if I went out with you even ONCE, you'd think it was some kind of long-term
commitment or something; and I damn sure wasn't about to take any chance
that you might want us to do anything -- physical.  Christ, you were such a
dweeb to even ask, like I'd even think about it!  I'd heard people already
starting to wonder about me, but I still wasn't going to have anything to
do with YOU." "Ever think that maybe if you HAD gone out with me, it would
have shut people up?  Did you ever think about what you were DOING to me?
How you were holding me up for everyone else to laugh at, and how what you
did would hurt ME when so much of high school was just trying to fit in?",
Kevin demanded.  "I wouldn't have gone out with you under ANY
circumstances, Sellers.  You were a dweeb then, and it sounds like you're
STILL a dweeb.  I don't care what I said to you then, except that it had
the effect I wanted it to: it made you leave me the hell alone.  After
that, I didn't give a rat's ass about you." Next to him, Kevin heard a
woman's voice say "I remember when that happened.  It seemed like all the
popular kids thought it was funny as hell, but there were a lot of us that
thought it was mean, and cruel." Turning his head, Kevin saw that Sheila
had come up.  As he looked at her, Kevin heard Grace say "Who the fuck are
you?  And why should I give a happy fuck what you think?" Turning her head
toward Kevin, Sheila said "Since I became blind, I've had real good
hearing. I heard a little bit of what you were saying to the Whitmores, and
almost all of what you talked about with Darien and Helena and Ronnie and
Suzanne  -" and what they're doing now.  I know all of them did things to
you, and that you want to pay them back.  Well, all of them did things like
that to ME, too.  Not as much as you, but still enough that I want to hurt
them the way they hurt ME.  Whatever it is that you're doing, however it is
that you CAN do it -- I'll do what I can to help." Looking at her, Kevin
could see that whatever had blinded her had disfigured her somewhat, too.
While not a beauty, she'd still looked nice enough in high school.  And
she'd also been the one person that had been willing to talk with him.  He
couldn't figure out how she could do anything to help him, though.  When he
turned his attention back to Grace, Kevin told her "See, Grace?  That's
what it's like to be a human being  -" something you don't seem to have
caught on to, yet." "Like I give a happy fuck about two dipshits like you
making puppy eyes at me!" When she said that, Kevin suddenly remembered
something she'd said in the process of humiliating him after he'd asked her
out.  With an evil grin, he asked her "Grace, remember what you said to me
about how I could get a girlfriend?" "Sure.  I said the only way you were
going to have any kind of female companionship was if your family got a
dog", she answered with a laugh.  "Since you think dogs can be such good
company, how about if you show us HOW good?" Suspiciously, Grace demanded
"What do you mean?" After taking control of her mind, Kevin answered "I
think that if Sheila is willing to turn her dog loose, it would be nice if
you got down there and gave him a blowjob.  Then after you swallow his cum,
you should let him fuck you however much he CAN." Kevin heard Sheila gasp
next to him, then the humor in her voice as she said "I think that's a
wonderful idea!  If I take the harness off him, he knows he's allowed to do
pretty much whatever he wants, so that's not a problem.  And as long as
I've had him, I figure he's about due to get laid.  After he's done with
her, I'll probably have to take him to the vet to see if he needs shots, or
anything, though!" Kevin laughed when Sheila was done, then told Grace to
get naked and get busy.  He could see that she was trying to fight him, but
by that time he'd gotten enough experience and developed his new abilities
to the point that she simply didn't have any other choice but to do what he
said.  Kevin told Sheila when Grace started to undress; Sheila knelt down
and undid the straps for the harness that she held.  Once she'd gotten it
off, she stuck it out for Kevin to take.  After ruffling the dog's fur and
telling him "Okay, Charlie, you're off the clock.  Have fun!", she stood up
again.  Kevin took her hand and put it on his arm, and the two of them
stood there for a few minutes.  First, Kevin had Grace just hold still so
he could look at her  -" her grapefruit-sized breasts with pale pink
quarter-sized areolas surrounding pencil diameter nipples; and the thick
and wild thatch of rust-red pubic hair that matched what was on her head.
Kevin could see that Grace was considerably less than happy about having a
man seeing her naked, and that only added to the pleasure of the experience
for him.  When he was done looking, Kevin had the naked woman kneel, then
lay on the floor.  With only a little encouragement from Sheila, her dog
was willing to stand close enough to Grace for her to get her head under
him; a few moments more, and she had the animal's bright red cock between
her lips and was starting to suck on him.  Guiding Sheila to a couple of
nearby seats that would let him watch the woman servicing the dog, Kevin
got the two of them seated.  When asked to, Kevin told Sheila what was
happening with Grace while the two of them got caught up on what had
happened since they'd left high school.  Kevin learned that Sheila had
suffered scalding burns when she'd unknowingly superheated a measuring cup
of water in a microwave; because the event had been a home accident not
involving any kind of product liability, she received only monthly
government disability payments that barely covered her minimal living
expenses.  In return, Kevin conceded that the story he'd told people was
only a fabrication meant to cause the others to regret the way they'd
treated him in high school  -" something that Sheila thought was not only
appropriate, but entertaining.  It was at that point that Grace pulled her
head out from underneath Sheila's dog; giving Kevin a look of pure hatred
as a small trail of dog cum ran down her chin, she moved to her hands and
knees.  Less than a minute later, the dog was sniffing at her hind
quarters. It didn't take long for him to focus his attentions on the area
between her thighs, and then begin licking the outside of her vagina.  He
continued his efforts for several minutes as his cock slowly became more
and more exposed.  A full eight inches of hard dog dick was waving in the
air when he finally jumped up and wrapped his forelegs around Grace's
waist; after several pumps of his hips resulted in the end of his dick
bouncing off Grace's ass, he finally hit his target.  With a sudden and
almost savage thrust, Charlie buried nearly his entire length in Grace's
vagina before he started pumping his hips.  Even from where he was sitting,
Kevin could see Grace's nipples erecting in response to the powerful
fucking she was receiving; when she turned her head and he could see her
face, he knew that she was horrified by the way her body was responding to
the canine penetration.  As the animal continued to pound himself into the
woman, Kevin saw the knot at the base of the dog's cock appear  -" and then
swell to even greater proportions.  It took barely a minute for the nearly
tennis ball sized orb to start bouncing against Grace's opening.  Then much
to Kevin's surprise  -" and Grace's!   -" it somehow slipped through, so
the pistoning of the animal's hips was moving it within the confines of her
previously untapped vagina.  From the distressed sounds Grace made, and the
even faster thrusts by Charlie, Kevin knew that the dog's knot was
appreciably larger than Grace's insides.  Next to him, Kevin heard Sheila
say "From the noises she's making, I have to think that she really IS a
lez, and Charlie's giving her a pretty good fucking." Kevin explained to
her what had happened, and Sheila said "You know, I almost feel sorry for
her.  But even more than that, I'm glad Charlie's finally getting a chance
to get his rocks off!", making Kevin laugh.  It couldn't have been much
more than a couple of minutes later that the dog was almost frantically
pumping himself into his human bitch; a few seconds more, and he'd pressed
himself as far into her as he could while his balls jumped as he pumped his
doggie cum into her.  When he was done, the dog unceremoniously started to
pull his dick out  -" causing Grace no small amount of discomfort when he
insisted on getting the knot out, too.  After Charlie dropped to all fours
again, and moved to the side to lick himself, Kevin could see that Grace
was more than a little stunned by what had happened to her  -" and that her
vagina was copiously leaking the animal semen that had been deposited in
her.  Her thick pubic hair tried to absorb it, but there was simply too
much, and it started dripping onto the floor.  After a bit, Grace moved to
lay on the floor so she could rest and get her breath back  -" patently
ignoring the people that had gathered around to watch what she'd just done.
Once finished licking his deflating cock, Charlie lay down, too, panting
with what Kevin saw as a satisfied doggy grin on his face.  Kevin and
Sheila continued to talk, and after a bit, Charlie got up and went over to
where Grace was laying.  After sniffing around her nethers, he began
nudging her with his nose and pawing at her as his cock started growing
again.  It didn't take Grace long to understand what he wanted, and with a
sigh of resignation, she got to her hands and knees; after Charlie licked
at her opening a few times, he once again got his front legs wrapped around
her and began trying to mate with her.  There weren't as many failed
attempts before he was once more buried in her and happily pumping away. 
Excusing himself, Kevin headed toward the bathroom to relieve himself  -"
and see how Ronnie was doing.  As he passed Darien, Kevin was amused to see
that someone had taken a long-neck beer bottle and stuck the neck of it up
his rectum -- effectively leaving him standing there with a glass turd
hanging out of his ass.  Kevin was also glad to see that no small number of
people had taken the time to give Darien examples of how he'd behaved in
high school: his body was practically covered with a wide assortment of
bruises, welts, and other injuries of varying size and severity.  Kevin had
to hold his breath while in the bathroom because Ronnie was so thoroughly
coated with shit.  Kevin felt no small measure of satisfaction as he
emptied his bladder right into Ronnie's face before making his exit.  When
he was sitting with Sheila again, Kevin saw that Charlie had found his
pleasure again: both Grace and the dog were once more laying down, getting
their breath and energy back.  Looking around the room, he could see that
Suzanne and Helena had finished getting each other off  -" they were
currently tending to another woman, who had a look of absolute bliss on her
face.  Katie was "refreshing" another couple of guys, while her brother
waited as the man standing in front of him got his cock put away.  Kevin
and Sheila had been talking for a little while when she told him "Kevin, I
know I wasn't some kind of beauty queen before, but at least I looked okay.
But since I've been blind, it doesn't seem like any guy is interested in me
because of the scars I still have from the burns.  Not being all that
pretty before, I didn't have all that many guys after me, anyway  -" but I
was still able to get fucked the way I wanted to often enough.  But now I'm
stuck with getting myself off, and even with the couple of toys that I
have, it just isn't the same.  I really miss having an honest-to-god hard
dick in me, and I was hoping that maybe -- maybe you'd like to do me."
Surprised, Kevin took a few moments to really look at Sheila.  Her long
black hair was tucked behind her ears, and flowed to halfway down her back.
Her bust wasn't particularly large, but certainly ample enough for Kevin's
interest.  Slight bumps gave him a rough idea of how large her nipples
were, and clearly indicated where.  She had a nice curve to her waist and
hips, but she looked a little heavy around her abdomen and butt  -"
probably from not getting out much, Kevin thought.  The skirt she had on
revealed a nice expanse of well-turned leg.  Giving her face a closer look,
he had to admit that the scarring he saw around the edges of the sunglasses
she was wearing wasn't all that bad.  Kevin was surprised to realize that
he was actually starting to feel a certain amount of affection toward her.
Not only did he have pleasant memories of the times that the two of them
had spent together in high school, but she'd shown herself to be open and
honest with him.  That she'd not only approved, but gone on to assist with
what he'd done during the reunion convinced him that she had no interest in
judging him, either.  She didn't look anything like Alyssa, or Suzanne or
Helena, or even Grace  -" but even with the remnants of the scarring around
her eyes, she was still attractive enough to HIM.  It took on a moment's
consideration for him to tell her "I think I'd like that." Visibly pleased
by his answer, Sheila told him "Thank you -- I'm SO glad to hear that! 
God, just thinking about it, I can feel myself getting so wet." A moment
later, she hesitantly said "Um, we don't have to go anyplace  -" you know,
like up to my room or anything  -" if you don't want to.  If you can keep
people from getting all worked up about the other stuff I know you've done
here, I think it'd be okay if -- if you just wanted to be with me here --
and -- and now, maybe?" "Getting a little 'anxious', are you?", Kevin
teased.  Giving him a surprisingly shy smile, Sheila admitted "Well, um,
yeah.  Like I said, it's been a while.  I'll stay with you as long as you
want, but I really want to get laid as soon as I can." Taking Sheila's
hand, Kevin got her to stand up; when she felt him start to move, she put
her hand on his arm, saying "It's easier for me to know which way to go
when I can feel you moving." Kevin didn't bother saying anything in
response, choosing instead to simply lead the way over to where a large
table held several assorted booklets and pamphlets.  After he'd gotten all
the papers cleared away, he guided Sheila around so that she was facing him
with her ass slightly pressed against the edge of the table.  So as to not
surprise her, he slowly moved his hands from her upper arms to the collar
of the blouse she was wearing; when she didn't say anything, he began
unfastening the buttons that held it closed.  Once they were all undone, he
patiently pulled the blouse open, revealing Sheila's pale pink skin and the
lightweight bra she was wearing.  Through the material of the cups, he
could see the darker pink circles of her areolas, and even the small
pebbles of her pencil-eraser sized nipples.  He softly drew his fingertips
across the peaks of her breasts, and saw her nipples try to get longer and
harder through the bra material.  Looking closely, he could see that the
bra fastened between her breasts.  Deliberately letting her feel his
fingertips moving on her covered mammaries, Kevin got hold of the clip that
held the bra closed and unhooked it.  It pulled open a little ways, but
continued to cover Sheila's breasts.  After easing her blouse off her
shoulders, and helping her get her arms out of the sleeves, Kevin carefully
set it aside.  A few seconds later, it was being accompanied by her bra. 
Leaning forward, Kevin first kissed, then softly sucked, the peaks of both
of Sheila's breasts  -" something that caused her to draw her breath in
sharply before releasing a soft moan of pleasure.  After tracing his
fingertips down her front, Kevin followed the waist of the skirt she was
wearing around to where it was fastened in the back.  It took only a few
seconds before he was able to let it fall to the floor, letting him see
that she had on a pair of very brief French-cut panties that matched her
bra.  Kneeling in front of her, Kevin slid his fingers under the waistband
and slid them down her legs.  He put her hand on his shoulder so she could
use him to steady herself as she stepped out of both items; Kevin picked
them up and set them with the other items he'd taken off of her.  With her
standing there naked in front of him, Kevin could fully appreciate the
small, narrow wedge of her pubic thatch.  From seeing it when he'd gotten
her panties off, he knew that it was thick and lush  -" and apparently
naturally tapered out about halfway down her mons.  Stepping close to her,
Kevin asked Sheila if she wanted to undress HIM, and wasn't surprised when
she simply told him "There's no point to it.  I'd take too damn long, and
couldn't see anything I want to look at, anyway.  Just get naked, so you
can fuck me!" Once he was as bare as she was, Kevin gently pulled Sheila
into his arms.  He knew she could feel that he was starting to react to the
way she looked when she began arching her pelvis against his semi-erect
penis as she ran her hands over as much of his body as she could reach. 
For his part, Kevin was content to simply hold her ass in his hands so he
could squeeze and caress it while enjoying the feel of her breasts and
nipples against his chest.  Kevin didn't get to enjoy having her in his
arms for long.  After just a couple of minutes, she told him "If it's okay
with you, I -- I'd like to suck your cock.  I want to get you hard so you
can fuck me --" Kevin simply told her "That would be MORE than just 'okay',
Sheila." With a happy smile on her face, Sheila carefully moved to kneel on
the floor.  It took only a few seconds for her to get her hands on Kevin's
penis, and couldn't have taken an additional two before she had her lips
wrapped around it.  That was when Kevin learned just HOW eager she was for
him to fuck her: between what she knew about giving head, and her
enthusiasm, it couldn't have taken but a very few minutes for her to have
him fully erect again  -" even after all the other sexual activity he'd
been engaged in that day.  Certain that he wasn't going to go slack on her,
Sheila moved to stand up again before carefully backing up so that her ass
was touching the table again.  Sure of where she was, she didn't hesitate
to wriggle herself into a sitting position at the edge, then lay back and
spread her legs in open invitation for Kevin to start doing HIS part  -"
something he had started looking forward to more and more.  When Sheila
felt him against her pelvis, she slowly wrapped her legs around Kevin's
waist before telling him "If you can hold out and fuck me longer, that
would be great; but I know I've shrunk inside, too, so don't worry about it
if you like it a little too much  -" the way I feel right now, it won't
take much at all for me to get off.  And like I said, I'll be glad to stay
with you as long as you want after this." Smiling to himself, Kevin just
told her "It's been a busy day for me, so I figure I'll be able to make you
feel just fine." With that, he levered his erection down and got it nestled
between Sheila's thin, soft labia and against the ring of her opening. 
When he started to press himself forward, he discovered that she was damn
near as small inside as Alyssa had been; it was the way she pushed herself
against the end of his dick that told him she wanted him to fill her with
his manhood.  As he began to push himself forward, Kevin learned that
Sheila was easily as aroused as she'd told him she was: with barely half
the head of his cock through her opening, he could already feel how hot and
wet she was inside.  Feeling Sheila pressing herself back at him, and
remembering the way she'd wrapped her legs around his waist to open herself
up to him as much as possible told Kevin that he didn't have to worry about
causing her any pain or discomfort  -" that she was perfectly willing to do
whatever it took to have a real, live erection buried in her womanhood.  He
didn't hesitate to continue getting more and more of his hard dick through
the incredibly tight ring of her opening as Sheila arched her hips in
welcome.  The head of his manhood finally slipped past the entrance of
Sheila's vagina, and Kevin heard her release an impassioned moan of
pleasure.  Holding himself still to see if she needed or wanted to adjust
to having something stretching her insides again, Kevin leaned forward
enough to get his lips fastened to the peaks of Sheila's breasts again.  He
was delighted to discover that her dark pink areolas had puckered with her
increased arousal, and become almost puffy; her nipples had gotten
noticeably longer and harder, and she groaned her appreciation when he took
each of them into his mouth and softly "chewed" on them before going back
to sucking at her bust like an infant.  He was still having fun trying
different things with his lips and mouth on Sheila's breasts when he felt
her pressing herself up against him in encouragement to finish stuffing her
full of his cock.  Regretfully, he released the nipple he had between his
lips so that he could focus his attention on what she so obviously wanted
him to do.  After sliding himself back and forth through her opening a
little bit to try and wet his dick with her abundant oils, Kevin started
pressing himself even farther into Sheila's tight channel.  She never made
a single noise that indicated any pain or discomfort, though she was
noticeably more enthusiastic each time he paused long enough to make sure
he stayed properly wetted with her juices.  Sooner than he'd thought it
would happen, Kevin felt Sheila's opening clenched around the base of his
cock while the end of it lightly pressed against the deepest part of her.
Realizing that he was all the way inside her, Sheila released a deep groan
before muttering "Dear God that feels so good!" to no one in particular. 
Figuring that Sheila would be just as willing to tell him if she needed him
to stop or slow down as she'd been about asking him to fuck her in the
first place, Kevin starting sliding his dick back and forth in her. 
Remembering what she'd said about how long it had been, his initial efforts
were long and slow; but as the woman underneath him continued to indicate
with her moans that she was fine with what he was doing, he steadily
increased the tempo and force of his thrusts.  Sheila became even more
responsive as his efforts progressed, and it surprised him greatly when she
suddenly orgasmed just a couple of minutes later.  Kevin just kept
pistoning himself in and out of her as he felt her tight, wet sheath
clenching around his dick.  By the time it was over for her, she wasn't
quite as tight around him  -" but noticeably wetter and hotter.  After his
time with Alyssa that morning, and then having his pleasure with Katie
Whitmore, Kevin knew that it was going to take a little while before he'd
be able to cum again -- which was fine with him, since it meant that he'd
be able to actually enjoy the feeling of fucking Sheila's tight twat.  And
for better than half an hour, that was just exactly what he did: take
pleasure from the feeling of his dick moving in the woman under him, even
through the several progressively stronger orgasms she experienced as he
simply continued sliding his cock in and out of her.  Kevin was getting a
little tired when he began to feel the pressure of a climax start to build.
As the sensations grew progressively stronger, he let himself get a little
more enthusiastic about how he was fucking Sheila  -" who not only didn't
object, but actually encouraged him to fuck her harder.  It wasn't long
before he was almost pounding himself into her as his release approached
faster and faster.  Finally, after slamming himself into her hard enough to
rock the massive table they were on, Kevin tried to stuff his entire body
through Sheila's portal just ahead of the first wad of his cum rocketing
out the end of his dick.  Before the second could escape, though, Kevin
heard Sheila almost scream as her wet pussy clamped down on the entire
length of him.  The feeling of her hot sheath clenching so tightly around
him only added to Kevin's pleasure  -" just as the feeling of his cum
spraying into her seemed to do the same for Sheila.  Nearly exhausted from
what had happened, both of them could only lay still as they got their
breath and senses back; Kevin somehow managed to support himself on his
elbows so that he wasn't fully laying on Sheila.  More-or-less recovered,
Kevin and Sheila had exchanged a number of kisses when they felt Kevin's
shrunken penis pull free of Sheila's intimate embrace.  Sheila made a face
before saying "I'd forgotten about that part of this -- having a guy's cum
running out of me afterwards.  I'd be glad to take you up to my room, or go
with you back to your place  -" but not until I can get dressed again,
which I can't do while I'm still leaking all over the place." From the
corner of his eye, Kevin saw something move; when he turned his head to
look closer, he saw that it had been Charlie -- who had apparently finally
managed to get enough sex, judging from the way he was stretched out.  When
Kevin shifted his eyes to Grace, he saw an amazing puddle of what must have
been dog cum next to her.  Remembering how he'd had her start with Charlie,
Kevin got an idea.  He turned to Sheila again, and asked her "How would you
like to give Grace a last little taste of revenge?", chuckling slightly. 
"I'd be fine with it.  There weren't many people that she wasn't an
absolute bitch with, and the farther beneath her she thought someone was,
the worse she was about it.  Since people knew that you and I talked
sometimes, that made me about the lowest of the low.  Why?" It took only a
few moments for Kevin to tell her the idea he'd gotten; she quickly agreed
that it sounded particularly fine to her.  With that settled, Kevin calmly
went about putting it into action.  After getting up and going over to
where Grace was again laying on the floor, Kevin saw that her ass and the
insides of her thighs glistened with dried dog cum; her russet pubic hair
looked like it had been saturated with donut glaze and allowed to dry. 
When she realized someone was standing there, she turned her head and
looked up at him.  He could hear the resignation in her voice when she
asked "What now, Sellers?" Cheerfully, he told her "I'm going to be leaving
before long, Grace, but there's still a couple of pretty easy things I'd
like you to do before then." Suspicious, she asked "What're those?" Still
pleasant, Kevin told her "First, I'd like your help getting my dick cleaned
off." Only then did she seem to realize that he was standing there naked,
and with his cock plainly coated with what she realized was a mix of his
cum and some girls pussy juice.  Knowing that she wasn't going to like the
answer, Grace still had to ask "Why would you need my help cleaning that --
thing of yours off?" Smiling, Kevin told her "Because I'd like to clean it
off using YOUR mouth and tongue, of course!" It took only a second for
Grace to understand what he was saying  -" and be repulsed by it.  But
after she'd sucked a dog off, then let it fuck her repeatedly, she knew
there wasn't any way she was going to get out of doing just what Kevin
wanted.  With a sigh, she got to her knees; as she moved to begin licking
Kevin's sticky penis, she felt a blob of dog semen slip out of her pussy
and start to run down the inside of one thigh.  She didn't even blush; she
simply opened her mouth and began cleaning Kevin's cock and balls with her
lips and tongue.  When he told her she'd done well enough, she just waited
to see what else he had in mind.  She was ready and listening closely when
Kevin told her "Watching that dog fuck you was a real thrill, Grace.  I
mean, it was SO obvious that he was just enjoying the hell out of getting
to use your pussy, and that you were able to make him cum so much inside
you -- Well, me and a girl, we kinda got going from seeing all that, and we
had a little fun, ourselves.  We're about ready to leave now, but she
doesn't want to get dressed again until all my cum is out of her.  So I was
thinking that since you were part of the reason I put it IN her, you could
be part of the solution of getting it back OUT." Hearing that, Grace
thought that she might finally be getting a break by being given the
opportunity to eat the snatch of whatever bimbo Sellers had boffed.  The
idea of tasting more of his cum didn't appeal to her, but the possibility
of getting a taste of another woman made her mouth water.  Nodding her
head, Grace told him "Yeah, I'd like to do that." "EXcellent!", Kevin
declared.  Going back to where Sheila was, he helped her get off the table,
then led her to where Grace was still resting on her knees.  Kevin told
Grace "What we were thinking was that you'd just lay down, and she'll kneel
over your face.  Would that be okay with you?" Not trusting herself to
speak, Grace just nodded before doing as Kevin had suggested.  Less than a
minute later, Sheila was on her knees, straddling Grace's head.  Kevin
waited until he saw Grace start to lift her head before telling her "Oh,
no, Grace  -" you don't have to DO anything!  You just need to open your
mouth, so my cum has someplace to go when it drips out of her!" Grace
blushed with the realization that she'd been had, and in a BIG way.  She
also felt humiliated that she was being treated as a disposal for Seller's
used cum -- and not even getting the opportunity to get a taste of where it
had been.  Around her, she could hear a few people sniggering and laughing,
and suddenly understood what it had been like for Sellers when she'd told
him off after he'd asked her out.  Finally having experienced what she'd
been like from the other person's perspective, Grace felt an overwhelming
sense of shame.  Even with her eyes tightly closed so she wouldn't have to
look at the people watching her, she couldn't stop herself from crying. 
Feeling something wet on her lips reminded Grace that she was supposed to
have her mouth open, so that she'd collect the cum that was obviously
starting to drip out of the woman above her.  After she licked her lips to
clean them, Grace opened her mouth just ahead of a blob of semen landing on
her tongue.  Disgusted by it, but knowing that there wasn't anything she
could do, Grace just continued to lay there  -" even as the other woman's
pussy continued to drain into her mouth.  When the woman got to her feet
again, Grace just continued to lay there, hoping against hope that Sellers
wouldn't have anything else to shame her with.  What she heard from him was
"I think you should probably go ahead and swallow it, Grace.  Since I don't
think anyone else here would want anything to do with you, you might as
well clean up a little bit and go home." Relieved, Grace managed to sit up,
then get to her feet.  Seeing how many people had witnessed all that had
happened to her, she blushed furiously as she got her clothes together and
started toward the ladies room.  Kevin provided the minimal assistance
Sheila needed to get dressed again, then put his own clothes back on.  One
last look around the room told him that he'd had the impact he'd sought on
those that had tormented him the most: Darien looked about ready to
collapse from all the abuse that he'd been subjected to; Helena and Suzanne
were pleasuring another woman while a guy was fucking each of them.  Katie
had one guy fucking her face while another had a surprisingly large cock
stuffed up her ass.  Michael was still on his knees, and bobbing his head
in front of someone that Kevin was pretty sure had already gotten a turn 
-" not that it mattered to HIM, of course.  When Sheila put her hand on his
arm, Kevin was ready to leave; it was only a few moment's discussion for
them to decide to retire to Sheila's room so they could continue their
activities in more comfort.  After they'd gotten out of the conference
room, Kevin turned to make sure the door was securely closed behind them 
-" he didn't want anyone disturbing the happenings on the other side. 
Behind him, he heard a gasp from Sheila, quickly followed by a whine from
Charlie; before he could turn to see what was going on, he felt a sharp
pain in his left ass cheek --

   Doctor Hanover sat behind his desk as he listened to what his visitor
had to say.  When the man was done, Hanover asked him "So you've found a
way to turn the Sellers problem into an asset?" "Yeah, we have.  It was
pretty obvious, so of course it took the folks upstairs a little while to
come up with it.  The man obviously has some serious mind control
abilities, so we've started using him to deal with agents from the more
unfriendly of our colleagues, and to collect information from people and
places that we couldn't get to before.  With the powers he has, contact
with him is extremely limited; he's allowed to meet with just one handler
that we keep a DAMN close eye on, and nobody else  -" we're still too
afraid of what he MIGHT do.  Even so, we still aren't using him much --
upstairs is still having too much trouble believing that he can actually DO
everything we've told them he can.  Even with the depositions from all
those people at that reunion, and all the others that he -- processed,
they're having a hard time with it.  Understandable, but still a pain in
the ass." "And what about the girl that was with him when we captured him?"
"She's wants to stay with him as long as he'll have her.  He seems to like
her, so we let it go.  Besides, it simplifies things a little bit."
"Knowing what he can do, and DID do, why would she want to stay with him?",
a baffled Hanover asked.  "Our own people wondered about that, too, and
what the psych people told us was that he probably processed her without
even realizing it.  When they were in school together, she was pretty much
his only friend; after he saw her again in the state of mind he must have
been in, he just kind of latched onto her as a familiar and friendly face.
After what he did to the ones that bothered him, it makes sense.  Of
course, with someone like him, we may never know for certain.  That reminds
me -- are you having any success figuring out just what DID happen to him?"
Sighing heavily, Hanover answered "Not really.  From when the waste sensor
alarms went off, we have some idea of what possible chemicals may have been
involved, and approximately how much of each.  But finding the right
mixture, and then getting the dosage correct -- the answer won't be known
soon, if we can find it at all.  We know he didn't follow Procedure a few
times, too, so that throws another set of variables into the equation.  I
know it's been six months since whatever it was that changed him, and all I
can tell you is that it may be another six before we know anything  -" or
six years, or six decades, for that matter.  What about the people that he
-- influenced?" "Once we got them deposed, we pretty much let them go."
Seeing the surprise on Hanover's face, the man continued "Look, we're a
spook shop, not the Red Cross or anything.  Besides, we only have so much
budget to work with, and we can't go pissing it away trying to fix
everybody he messed with.  If it makes you feel any better, I've read the
reports about all of them.  The ones at the reunion pretty much deserved
what he did to them  -" all of them made his life a living hell by turning
him into an outcast.  You might remember your own high school years, Doc,
and how much pressure there was to fit in -- and these folks were enjoying
pushing him OUT.  So no, I don't have a whole lot of sympathy for them.  As
for the girl at his apartment complex -- she's kind of a special case, too.
Her parents are a couple of complete religious nutcases, and our psych
people say that they flat-out screwed her up eleven ways from Sunday while
she was growing up.  All Sellers did to her, really, was get her a hell of
a lot closer to normal than she was before.  If any anything, she should be
thanking him.  Now that we know what he does, and kinda-sorta how he does
it, we're able to keep anyone else from getting too messed up, but that's
about it." "What about HIS future?", Hanover asked.  "He isn't what you
could call overjoyed that we got him  -" but he understands that he's a lot
better off working for us than what would happen if he wasn't.  As long as
he behaves himself and does what we tell him, he'll get a nice paycheck and
we'll leave him alone as much as we can.  He's still a pain to deal with,
but not too bad  -" at least, not yet.  That's why we'd be so much happier
if you could figure out how he got that way, so we could see if we can make
it happen with some people that are a little more -- stable." Hanover
responded by saying "Yes, these are the American Industry Research Labs,
and we are financed by off-the-record government funds.  But what happened
to Mister Sellers was something that none of us could have anticipated. 
We've made changes in some of our policies, and the experience with Sellers
has suggested a number of research paths, but there's only so much that we
can do.  I'm afraid that the only things that you can really count on are
the research and development that we're already doing for you  -" at least,
if you want us to stay under the radar --"