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 Possession ch2 Inner Demons.  (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg mc
PROLOGUE:
I had avoided Farnchester County High School for many years, not even
driving past it.  Too many unhappy, even shaming memories.  Not difficult
as it was out in the leafy suburbs on a road to nowhere.  In my days as a
schoolboy there had been two schools side by side, one for boys and one for
girls.  As a result it was difficult for a shy and insecure boy to have any

contact with the other sex.

   I drove slowly past (20mph limits now!) and saw it was now Farnchester
Comprehensive.  The two old school buildings were still there but dwarfed
by several new glass and steel blocks.  It was five thirty and the boys and
girls would all have left at about four I guessed, so the street was
deserted except for one girl who was hurrying along.  My heart missed a
beat as I was back twenty five years: that cute little blonde could have
been Alice Fisher, still a main object of my masturbation fantasies, and
the source of my inferiority complex.

   I parked at the side of the road in the little lay-by beside what had
once been public toilets, but now was a sort of garden with flowering
shrubs.  I decided to take a 'peek' inside the girl's mind.

   She was Madeline Kramer, Maddy to her many friends, thirteen years old
and birthday in December so thirteen and a half.  She was a clever girl,
but also a good athlete, track and field and hockey, and popular with her
schoolmates....  elected to the School Council.  As she walked away from me
I could see she had a good figure from the back: trim waist and good legs
as like all the girls that year she had reduced the length of her school
uniform summer dress to show a lot of calf.  Nice bum.  I wondered about
her tits but could not see as she walked away from me.

   Her mind was full still of her Mandarin Chinese lesson.  Along with
three other girls and one boy she was learning that fiendishly difficult
language.  As well as the regular classes they had an hour and a half
conversation session with a couple of native speakers after school Tuesdays
and Thursdays.  This was fun and Maddy was looking forward to Thursday's
session.  Billy Sykes, her boyfriend, was not in the Mandarin set, and it
seemed he was a great athlete and very handsome but Maddy knew he was a bit
thick!  That did not stop her enjoying teenage sexual exploration with him:
they had learned to enjoy mutual masturbation and especially oral sex.  I
found her thinking about a sixty nine with him the next Saturday when her
parents would be out visiting her granddad.  She had a vivid visual memory
that I quietly enjoyed.

   She lived in Edinburgh Court, an apartment block about a mile from the
school, top floor flat.  Nice to be able to walk to and from school.  She
was an only child: her daddy worked for a law firm in the City and her
mother was an Assistant Manager in the local superstore.  She genuinely
loved both of them: a delightful, pretty, clever, fit and loyal little
girl.

   Billy Sykes wanted to fuck her, of course, but she had so far refused
him as she guessed that it was the prospect of fucking her that kept the
handsome jock faithful to her.  She enjoyed the sex with him and in a way
loved him, but was well aware of his limitations.

   I started the engine and drove past her.  I would not be returning: did
not want any further association of myself or my rather distinctive SUV
with that place given what I intended to happen to her Thursday evening! 
Because I had found my target.  Now all | had to do was find a suitable
body to possess to enjoy it and lay some of my inner demons to rest.

   In my mirror as I drove past at twenty I could see in my mirror that
unless they were padded it looked like she had very nice tits.  As Alice
Fisher once had!



   In Chapter 1 of this memoir I described how I used my discovery to
occupy the body of a bridegroom on his wedding night and so feel the
physical and emotional delights of initiating a virgin, something I had
never experienced before.  And then, sharing the bride's mind with her I
experienced the incredible delights of the female orgasm, while using my
ownership of her subconscious to utterly corrupt her, and through her her
new husband.  Both experienced the pleasures of threesome sex, and I knew
that once tasted they would continue to search out new partners after I had
left them.

   I say I discovered the secret of mind control, but it would be truer to
say I re-discovered it.  The true genius was some anonymous medieval monk,
an alchemist who recorded partly in medieval French partly in monkish Latin
on a tattered and partly burned parchment the formula of a potion, a mix of
common and uncommon herbs.  All I did was distil potion and crystalise it,
converting it into handy pills.  With these I could adapt my mind to read
minds, or take them over either wholly, or partially.  If wholly their own
mind was completely obliterated by mine till I released them.  The downside
of this was that I would be unconscious in my own body: all their thoughts
and physical sensations were now mine not theirs.  If partially I could
experience all their physical sensations, but only control their actions
through persuasion, using their "inner voice" usually to over-rule
conscience and morals.  I could also "just peep", occupying a secret corner
of another mind and watching thoughts and actions without participating or
enjoying any physical sensations.

   My own sex life had been unsatisfactory up to this point.  As a student
I married a slut, who left me many years ago thank God, and apart from a
couple of other university short-lived affairs my whole sex life was with
venial whores, and utterly horrible except at the actual brief moments of
copulation.  My real inner demon was the humiliation of never having had a
girl-friend all my teenage years.  I had been shy and timid, and the High
School girls I lusted after wanted none of that sort of nerd.  I was not a
physical weakling or at all ugly: just terribly insecure and they knew it.
My stammering and clumsy approaches were always rejected, usually cruelly
and with laughter.  I gave up, choosing the safe option of solo
masturbation.

   It still hurts me to think of those years and my absent sex-life
since.....

   I am a Consultant Neurologist, successful, a Professor in fact, and have
enough knowledge of psychology to understand the damage my early
humiliation has done me, and the reason for my fixation on schoolgirls....
No wonder my secret masturbation fantasy involved making a young teenage
girl submit to me.  And I had the power to do that now, real life and
safely: no wonder I was tempted.
I could occupy her mind and make her offer her young body to other men,
and so experience her sexual degradation and her pleasure in those acts. 
But perhaps what I really wanted was to make the girl suffer: for that I
needed to have her conscious and unwilling.  Perhaps the ultimate buzz
would be to watch and also FEEL her change from unwilling victim to eager
participant in the full range of sexual acts, experience the effect of

pleasure overcoming moral conscience.

   Difficult, but thinking it through there was a way.  I needed occupy a
man's mind, and make his body rape a schoolgirl: that way I would be able
to start to lay my demons by making her suffer humiliation while myself
causing it and experiencing sexual pleasure.  And it would be safe: if
anyone was at risk of punishment by the law it was some innocent male whose
body Professor Jasper Hooper had temporarily stolen from him!  I would
chose the male host carefully, see if I could find a guy who deserved the
full force of the law descending on him following what would be MY rape of
the girl.  My pleasure.  My relief.  His punishment if any.

   But if I was to get that ultimate buzz I would need to extend the range
of my mind control and not only occupy the mind of the rapist male, but
also occupy enough of the girl victim's mind to experience her pain and
pleasure, the conflict too between growing desire and receding moral
conscience.  I was not sure whether this was possible, but had left a
presence in the corner of her subconscious so I would be able to experiment
with this scenario.

   WENT IT WELL?

   I found him Thursday morning after peeking into at least twenty male
minds, finding so many perversions and bizarre fantasies along the way that
I realised my own masturbation imagery was comparatively benign!  Gerald
Smith, Jezza to his drinking mates, was the perfect candidate and I looked
no further.

   Why was he perfect?  Well, peeking in his mind I found he had already
raped several times, all mature women though and no teenage girls.  Never
caught so far, he would almost certainly be caught after what I had planned
for him since I would not be making any attempt to cover my traces.  The
police would then match him up to the forensic on at least five others.  He
would get what he deserved.....  a sentence for five he committed and one
he did not.  That absolved me from any feeling of guilt at using an
innocent man: I had already decided that what I wanted most was an innocent
girl, preferably a looker!

   If I add that he was big-built and strong, probably a result of his job,
and spent the day out and about locally in a white van with 'Groundworks'
advertised on the side, then he was my ideal host.  I doubted he needed
viagra, but he would get it just in case: he had a packet of them in the
dashboard, ready for any raspe or other exploit.  Yes Jezza was my man.  I
left my presence in a hidden corner of his mind and watched him as he
laboured laying a patio about half an hour's drive from the Compehensive
School.  At quarter to five he was parked in a lay-bye and eating a bacon
sandwich, drinking a tea, a few yards from the Burger Van on the Ring Road.
My presence in little Maddy's mind showed her in her language class still.

   The timing was right!  I locked the doors, made myself comfortable on my
bed, swallowed my special pill, and occupied his mind totally.  It was
seamless: one minute he was Jezza, the next Professor Jasper Hooper.  I had
him swallow a viagra, throw the rest of the sandwich and the tea in the
bin, get in and drive to the lay-bye where the old toilets had been.  I
watched the school gates a hundred yards away in the wing mirror.
I tried to access Maddy's mind and found that I still could despite my
hundred percent invasion of Jezza's.  This was hopeful: I would certainly
try to expand that to give me access to her pain, pleasure, emotions and

thoughts.  She was still in her class but it seemed to be breaking up.

   Billy Kramer was not in the Mandarin set.....  too thick.....  and Maddy
would not see him till after school tomorrow.  She was getting just a bit
horny thinking about the hour she would be able to spend with him before
his parents came back.  That little girl wetness would be mine to sample
soon.

   Sure enough at five thirty, just as two days ago, young Madeline
appeared at the school gate, said goodbye to a couple of friends and headed
towards the van.  Her friends went in the other direction and were
immediately out of sight round the bend.  No-one else in the road.  I
opened the side door of the van, pavement side, and got out a razor sharp
bill-hook that Jezza had helpfully provided.

   I pretended to be working on the garden as she approached, and was
careful not to make eye-contact till just as she was between me and the
open van door, I leaped at her, grabbed her and shoved her in, slamming the
door behind me.  She fell down on her bum on the 'bean-bag' that I guessed
Jezza used to save on hotel rooms if further from home.  She was
screaming.....

   "Shut up!  Not a word or I'll have to use this.  Shut up I said."

   I showed her the fearsome blade of the bill-hook, knelt beside her
clutching her hair and put the blade to her throat, the blunt side.  She
could not have known that as the cold steel pressed on warm flesh and the
scream became a sob.  She fell over backwards propped on her elbows,
weeping.

   "That's better!  Don't make me kill you, Maddy."

   She held her knees up to her chest against those perky looking tits and
looked a picture of woe, but still a stunning little beauty.

   "Don't hurt me, please.  What do you want?  Please let me go."

   In my masturbation fantasies I had often found tears sexy: in reality
they were not!  I felt sorry for her, so frail and helpless.  That did not
affect my viagra-fuelled cock though!  Her blonde hair was in a pony tail
and the ribbon was the same sky-blue as her eyes: tears ran down her cheeks
and there was a submissive, imploring look in her eyes.  As she sat bent
double her breasts made little mounds in her dress.  I intended to enjoy
those breasts to the full, making up for those lost years.

   I had dreamed of raping a teenage girl and taking revenge for insults
still remembered even into middle age.  Those dreams had been the actions
of a monster forcing myself onto an innocent victim, taking what I demanded
from her young body, humiliating and even hurting her physically.  And now
I had that opportunity.....  I did not want it.  What I wanted now was to
enjoy her young body, yes, but not to traumatise her and ruin her sex life
prospects.  I would take her, but would at least try to give her pleasure,
and if not a happy memory to take away at least not a nightmare.

   I surprised myself: I was a nicer guy than I knew there was another way
of laying my demons!

   "I'll not hurt you, Maddy.  I only want what you have enjoyed with Billy
Sykes, and perhaps what you haven't yet but are thinking about giving him."

   "How do you know about Billy?  And how do you know my name?"

   "Oh!  I know a lot about Miss Madeline Kramer of Edinburgh Court top
floor flat!  I know the games you get up to with Billy.  I know all about
that, and what little Maddy does when she's alone in bed, too, what she
thinks about to make her hot, make herself cum.  Now hand me your blazer.

   I hung her school blazer up beside Jezza's denim overalls, pushed her on
her back on the bean bag, and pulled her to me laying beside me.  She was
terrified, and I felt her shivering.  I decided I would try to excite her
sexually and only if I could not then it would have to be a violent rape.
Either would be a new experience for this Professor.....  though it seemed
the second would not have been for his host-body.

   "Kiss me, Maddy."

   I closed my mouth over her lips, which stayed tight closed.

   "No, Maddy.  Kiss me properly like you do your young Billy.  Don't make
me be cruel: I really don't want to."

   Nothing!  And then her lips parted and I was able to slip my tongue into
her mouth.  At the same moment I slipped my hand under her dress running my
palm up her silky-soft thigh to cup one firm little buttock and pull her
closer to me.  Her knickers felt like silk or nylon and not the cotton
school uniform I expected.  I smiled when I remembered how often I had
fantasised sliding my hand up under the skirt of one of those giggling,
so-seductive schoolgirls I had ogled at weekends in the shopping mall, or
watched playing netball.  My fantasies had the realism of expecting cotton:
silk would have made me cum too quick!

   "Properly, Maddy!"

   And, glory be, I felt her tongue enter my mouth: at that moment I slid
my hand inside the loose leg of her panties to feel her pussy from behind.
The lips felt hairless.

   "Oh no!  Please Mister, no!"

   "Yes, Maddy, And you know they are damp, my sweet.  We both know what
that means."

   I shut her up by kissing her again, my tongue now deep in her mouth and
her breasts feeling firm pressed against my chest despite the layers of
clothing.  God!  I so wanted those tits to fondle and kiss.  Soon.  Very
soon.

   I did not need to invade her mind to know she was frightened, terrified
even.  I decided I would postpone any experiments with actually feeling the
response of her body until there was some indication there might be female
pleasure for me to share, along with the undoubled pleasure my own body was
feeling as I kissed and caressed her (especially feeling in the cock I had
borrowed from Jezza!).  I would wait until it was worth the extra risk: for
all I knew any attempt to increase my control over her body might decrease
my control over Jezza's.....  which would be at least problematic!

   So I kissed, felt her tongue in my mouth (encouraging that!), fondled
her bottom, played with her cunt-lips without actually opening them, and
when her sobbing had died away to a sort of fearful silence I told her to
take her dress off for me.

   There was no argument, and as I stripped off my own t I watched her
slowly undo the catch, heard the zip, and then she allowed the dress to
fall from her shoulders.  My cock was tenting my shorts and I took them
off: Jezza wore boxer shorts and these had tented and my cock was twitching
twitching as it reacted to her body.  I lifted her to her feet and the
dress fell to the floor of the van.  I stood holding her at arms' length
admiring her.

   I drop of precum fell to the floor, and I knew she was looking at that
cock, knowing what erection and precum meant.

   Her body was flawless and so very desirable.  She stood....  a cute
little blonde, sun-tanned and naked except for those shiny silk panties and
bra, and cute little court shoes with white ankle socks.

   I forced her back onto the bean-bag, sprawled on her back this time with
me laying beside, a hand behind her neck and the other fondling a
satin-covered breast.  I could feel the nipple stiffen under my palm.  I
reached beneath her and found the catch on her bra: it was easy to undo and
I pulled the cups away, to join our clothes on the floor.

   "God!  You've lovely tits, Maddy." Perfect little cones, little-girl
breasts still.  Soon they would plump and become rounder, but now they were
exciting, the tits of my dreams, pert, erect, whiter than her tanned
shoulders and belly, crowned with little pink aureoles, and stiff little
nipples.

   I felt their silky texture, their firmness to the touch, the rubbery
little nipples, I drew my fingers from the base of one breast to the
nipple, and then the other one, rolling the nipple gently between finger
and thumb.

   Another fantasy fulfilled as I lowered my head and suckled on one erect
nipple for a few moments before licking that silky flesh and then back to
the other nipple, pulling at it with pursed lips.

   No struggle or protest!

   I slipped my fingers down the waistband of her panties.  Smooth!  Silky!
Glory be!  She had removed her muff for her boy Billy, presumably for his
oral pleasures.  She was becoming my dream girl: small, perky tits with
nice long, rubbery, erectile nipples.  Slender waist and boyish hips.  And
now the wet dream shaven pussy, and not even shaven.  As smooth as that,
and no stubble it must surely have been waxed.  Perhaps she waxed it
herself: blonde hairs can be very fine and I imagine at her tender age, at
thirteen they would be easy to remove.  I held her pussy and then slipped
fingers further down.
No hair anywhere!  Lips felt plump, and I decided to open them using my

finger and thumb.  I did so.  Juicy inside!

   No protests.  Aroused!  Time to see if I could share her thoughts and
feelings while still controlling Jezza's body and blanking his mind to any
thoughts except mine.

   It was seamless.  I maintained full control of my host-body with full
sensation in my lips as I sicked on her firm tits, in my intrepid fingers
inside her cunt-lips, and in my aroused cock which twitched in anticipation
of oral and then vaginal sex.  At the same time I now shared her
sensations, and her thoughts just as I had for my stolen bride.

   Her mind was in turmoil: she had decided, it seems, to let me have my
way up to the point Billy had reached...  that is she would let me suck her
cunt, and would let me cum in her mouth.  Perhaps, she hoped, that would
satisfy me.

   "Let me see, Maddy."

   I pulled her panties down an inch or two, and she raised her hips for me
to pull them down: they stuck a moment in her juicy crotch but came free
and I slipped them all the way down her slender, tanned legs off one foot
and then the other.  (She was still in shoes and socks, the last reminder
she was a schoolgirl).

   I told her she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen,
and how lovely her hairless pussy.

   I could feel her satisfaction at the flattery.  Her thoughts were
chaotic, physical sensations of pleasure and fear fighting each other,
memories of that cold sharp knife at her throat in conflict with my softer
caresses, her cunt demanding what her mind forbade.  Somewhere in that
muddle a thought was beginning to prevail: perhaps I was not such a bad man
after all.  Any way, she knew her tits and cunt were feeling pleasure,
nipples and clitoris.  I was able to share that pleasure, I found, in
parallel with my male pleasure in my cock and in my own mind.  A completely
new type of sensation, male and female pleasures combined!  This was going
to be good!

   Her body was not that of a child, but nor was it that of an adult woman,
and all the more exciting to me as I looked down at her.  Her legs had been
tight closed, but echoing perhaps the slight change in her view of her
situation , and probably without her conscious knowledge, now they were
just a tiny bit apart, revealing more clearly her puffed cunt-lips, and the
suggestion of a clitoris peeping shyly out.  Her mons veneris was not
white, but certainly a lighter tan than her flat belly: as she lay on her
back it looked large and her belly was framed by her hip bones that stood
proud.  Proud, too, those small pert breasts that had responded so readily
to my kisses.

   I licked down her body, silky skin and just slightly salty after a
summer day spent in school.  I penetrated her belly button with the tip of
my tongue.  Spicy!  She wriggled as I rimmed it.  Wriggled, not protested
or struggled.  Was her compliance a result of my occupying half of her
mind, and possibly all her sub-conscious.  Something to be studied and
understood.  Something I needed to explore further with other females. 
Certainly something had changed in her reaction to Jezza's body.

   I kissed and licked onwards over her shaven mound and gently prised open
her legs.  I was desperate to taste her teenage pussy, and lay with my nose
on her mound and my tongue on her cunt lips.  I opened them with thumb and
index finger and saw the shocking pink contrast with the whiteness of the
outer lips.  My tongue tasted the glistening moisture, and my nostrils
scented her arousal.  There was a taste of woman, and a suspicion of
piss-flavour after a full day unwashed.

   I wanted, I found, to bring her to a climax, and my tongue found her
clitoris, licking it, and licking round it in a circle.  Then I nibbled
with pursed lips and pulled at it before pressing it again with my pointed
tongue.  The moan was not one of distress, and I licked and kissed harder.
I felt her hands holding my head and pulling it strongly onto her pussy so
I could not breath.  Her thighs, legs bent now, clamped over my cheeks and
ears while her palm held my skull.

   Bizarrely but excitingly at the same time as I could taste her pussy and
feel her hands and thighs gripping me, I could also feel how my
short-cropped hair was strange and stimulating to her as she contrasted it
with the familiar texture of Billy Sykes' longer locks.  I felt, too, the
rising tide of her growing orgasm.

   When she came the sensation was mind-bending for me, even after having
experienced the orgasms achieved by my lovely Asian bride.  I was for a
moment or two worried that her screams of passion would be heard by some
passing pedestrian: but they were so obviously shouts of joy that people
would either be amused or shocked, according to their view of noisy sex: no
danger of suspicion that it was violent rape...  as indeed it certainly was
not.  Not now.

   As she climaxed I slipped an index finger up into her vagina to feel the
gripping spasms, and to discover that there was no hymen in place.  I knew
she was a virgin still, and her mind could not lie to me, but there would
be no messy blood and probably no pain.

   Spasms were still rushing through her body as I took advantage of her
open legs and bent knees to wipe my cock several times along the length of
her wet and hot cunt, mixing my precum with her cunt juice before placing
it at the entrance of her vagina.

   She spoke.  The first time in several minutes.

   "Don't hurt me, Jezza, please.  I never....."

   "I know, Maddy.  I won't hurt you.  But you want it, don't you?  Your
cunt says you want it, want my hard cock in you..."

   "We shouldn't."

   "I know that, but I also know we both want it."

   There was a small quiet voice in her mind telling her it was wrong, and
a sin, and in any case Billy should be the first, but this was being
outshouted by the louder insistence of her body that she wanted a cock, and
a big one like Jezza's would be better than a small one like Billy's.  The
loud voice was winning...

   So I pushed and my cock slid in though I had to thrust hard as my knob
stretched her narrow sheath.  It was strange, but a wonderful experience to
feel at the same time my cock being gripped and stimulated by her tight
cunt, and also Maddy's sensation of fullness, and then the beginnings of
pleasure as my knob touched her cervix, I withdrew, and pushed again, this
time grinding my pubes against hers at the deepest penetration.

   Three more thrusts and the sensation of pleasure streaming from her cunt
into her mind and so into mine, was even drowning out my male pleasure in
her velvet-tight cunt.  her hips started to move under me, and I felt her
arms around me, pulling my weight down onto her tits.  As stiff nipples
pressed into my chest, I felt her legs over my bum, and we were like one
body, one mind as I fucked her, and she was telling me to go harder and
faster.

   The van was shaking, but both of us were feeling her second orgasm, so
much more powerful even than that a few minutes before, and only living for
faster and harder fucking.  Her finger nails bit into my back, slowing my
response so I was able to fuck her hard through her climax and onward and
upward to yet another.  Her cunt spasmed and gripped me, and as again she
shouted she was cumming, her cunt milked my cock into four of its own
spasms, each pumping cum deep in her fertile teenage womb.

   Both amazed we were silent.  We rolled over sideways but I remained in
her cunt till she expelled me.

   "I didn't know...."

   "That was the best, Maddy....."

   "Can we do it again, Jezza?"

   "You will have to make me hard again, Maddy."

   "That's OK.  I know how to."

   She giggled.  rolled me om my back, and sat astride so I could watch her
take my cock between her lips.

   Billy Sykes had taught his teenage girlfriend well.  She looked me
straight in the face her clear blue eyes suggesting a playful innocence as
she held my cock at the base and let her tongue flutter up the shaft.  I
could feel her breast nestle against my leg as she opened her mouth wide
and closed her lips around the knob.  The warmth and wetness was nearly all
I needed: a fourteen year old beauty sucking me.  Then I felt her small,
soft hand cradling my balls a finger of her other hand tap-tapping on my
anus, and my cock was instantly hard.

   She giggled again.  "That didn't take long," and I intercepted the
thought that Billy would not have got hard again so quick....

   Not fair, I thought.  Billy would not have had the benefit of viagra,
and not the novelty either, or all those years of lusting after young
girls, especially schoolgirls.  She sucked him often, so this would be no
novelty.

   "You ride me this time, Maddy."

   She looked at me enquiring and I told her to get astride.  I held my
cock bolt upright and she shuffled forward till my knob was in her
glistening cleft, her vagina poised just above it.  She was biting her lip,
concentrating, as she lowered herself and I watched my knob force an entra
nce, and then my shaft slide easily into her lubricated by her juices and
any of my earlier cum that had stayed in her cunt.  She smiled as her pubes
ground into mine.

   "Just touches the end, Jezza."

   "Fuck me, Maddy.  Bounce up and down."

   And she did but only for a minute or two before she was cumming again. I
could feel her vagina tightening, gripping, but even without that there
were her shouts of glee as the spasms began again, milking my cock.

   I managed to control myself: one last pleasure for me.

   While her climax was still coursing through her body I pulled my cock
out.

   "No!  No!  Fuck me!  Do it!"

   None too gently I turned her on her belly, slapped her cute little bum,
put two arms under her and lifted her so she was kneeling, her bum tight to
my cock.  I spread her buttocks and saw her cunt lips puffy and bloated
from behind, old cum still leaking out.  I used this to lubricate my knob
and shoved it brutally in with my thighs smashing into her bottom.

   I was fucking violently as I reached under, one hand grasping a tit, the
other strumming her clit whileI gave it to her good and hard.  She came
almost immediately, her cunt tightening so it was nearly painful.  I could
feel her pleasure as well as my own and now it was just too much so as she
grunted with each spasm of an earth-moving climax I pulled my cock out and
shoved it into her anus, no ceremony just sheer force.  She screamed, but
was still experiencing spams.  I fucked her arse, just four thrusts, each
culminating in a spurt of cum in her rectum.

   Then we were done, both exhausted, and fell over sideways, my cock
expelled immediately by her arse.

   We lay recovering for a long time, it seemed, both of us amazed at what
we had experienced.

   She spoke first.

   "You shouldn't have scared me with the knife...."

   "I had to stop you screaming."

   "And it hurt when you shoved it in my bum."

   "But you liked it too.  You came so hard...."

   "Yeah!  I liked it but you shouldn't have...."

   "It was good for me, and I think it was for you, Maddy."

   I bloody knew it was!  I shared her sheer physical ecstasy, pleasure
greater even than I felt in Jezza's body.

   "I suppose so."

   "You going to let Billy Sykes fuck you now?"

   "I think I prefer big, strong, hairy men with fat cocks." She giggled,
that childish gesture.

   "Boys can cum and cum again....  you'll see.  Men are randiest fourteen
to seventeen.  You'll see.  And he's a strong lad."

   "Perhaps I'll let him...."

   "Look, Maddy.  You got to go to the pharmacy tomorrow and get the
morning after pill: you know what I mean?"

   "Yeah."

   "And if you want Billy to give you great sex you better get birth
control."

   "Yeah."

   So I wiped us down with Jezza's overalls, returned her mind to her
except for a tiny corner, and sent her on her way.

   A few minutes later I was parking up in the lay-by and returning Jezza's
mind to him.
Epilogue:
I watched Maddy off and on for a few days till I got busy elsewhere and

left her mind altogether.

   She had gone to the chemists and swallowed the pill that would abort any
fertilised ovum, but the Pharmacist was unfortunately a friend of her
mother's (Church and Mothers' Union), and the interfering busybody shopped
Maddy.

   But Maddy came out on top: her arguments shocking but completely
intimidating her mother.  From now on Maddy would get what she wanted, when
she wanted!  The gist of the one-sided discussion was:

   --she was going to fuck, was not going to use a condom, so unless Mama
wanted her to have an illegitimate baby she better agree to getting her
daughter birth control.

   --if not she would bloody well make sure she got pregnant and what would
the Vicar think of a mother who had a daughter like that, especially as
Maddy rather liked big, strong, black men?

   --And she would accuse daddy of molesting her.  Whether he was or not
doesn't matter.  Who would be believed, innocent Maddy or lecherous daddy?

   She got her way, so did Billy Sykes, and I rather think....  my guess
really because I was always too busy to check...  that she would find Jezza
and seduce him, perhaps curing him of his need to rape.  But who knows?

   As for me, I had learned that I could occupy a mind fully, but also
enter a second mind, and perhaps, while there superimpose my own libertine
impulses on the moral conscience I found in there.  To find out if that was
true I needed to see whether I could corrupt a religious female as I had
Mary Mahmout and Madeline Kramer.  A pretty young nun perhaps?

   But that's another story.......