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 Title : The Cunt Whisperer

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   Date : 20141204

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   Synopsis : A young man somehow aquires almost magical powers when it
comes to seducing women.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up.  It is simple wish fulfillment fiction.



   --==+==-

   Dan Raddison was a normal guy.  A boringly normal guy.  He'd finished
school at a small university, and moved to the big city.  He'd been mildly
successful, well if you can call a good job, a paid off car and a nice
apartment "successful".  He was a nominal guy.  Almost boringly nominal,
some would say.  But, unknown to everyone, himself included, something
lurked inside him.  Something unusual, and in many ways beneficial to him,
as we shall see.

   The first inkling of it was one Saturday, when he was at the local
Walley-World.  He was looking at shirts.  Dan was normal in height, weight,
and looks.  He was not overwhelmingly attractive, but he was not an ugly
mofo either.  Like I said.  Normal.

   Anyway, he was standing there going through the racks, when out of the
corner of his eye he saw someone slowly approaching, checking out the
clothes.  He glanced up and over, and saw, to his satisfaction, a beautiful
woman pushing a cart, coming his way.  She was maybe ten or fifteen years
older than he was, but she was beautiful.  What his friend Albert would
have called a MILF, in every sense of the word.  She wore an elegant skirt
that went a few inches above her knees, and a tight white blouse that
accented her slender waist and her generous bosom.  Her dirty-blonde hair
was done up in a bun, and her face was lightly made up, well accented and
attractive.

   Damn, he thought, I'd like to get a taste of that.  His tastes usually
ran to girls younger than he was, but this one was special.  He knew this
would be fine.

   She approached to right in front of him, and stopped.  She began going
through the women's shirts.  He tried to look at shirts, but his gaze kept
returning to her.  I'd be happy, he thought to himself, if she'd just talk
to me a moment.  Acknowledge my existence.  That would make my day.

   Almost as if he'd said it out loud, the woman turned and gazed at him.
Not a hostile or irritated gaze, either.

   "Good afternoon," she said, smiling at him.  He almost stuttered, he was
so unprepared to speak.

   "Good afternoon," he replied, gratified that she had actually spoken to
him.  Had acknowledged his existence.  He smiled, and her smile widened.

   Goddam, he thought.  That was almost freaky.  If I was really lucky
she'd ask me what I thought of the shirt she'd picking out.

   "I'm thinking of buying this...  what do you think of it?" she asked,
once again as if he'd said it out loud.  Freaky, he thought.

   "Yes, it's...  very nice..." he said, trying not to sound like an idiot.
"You would look very elegant in it."

   He wanted to compliment her, although he was unsure where he intended to
go with it.  Hell, she would look elegant in a paper bag.  She was holding
the shirt up, and looking at other ones.

   "I don't know," she mused.  "I might go back to Mabel's.  This stuff is
so...  cookie cutter..."

   He nodded, agreeing, having no idea what Mabel's was.  Probably some
high-end clothes store.  We should forget this shit, he thought, and go
back to my place and fuck.

   "Well, forget this shit," she woman said, shocking him to his core.  She
moved to face him directly, and placed her arm on his shoulder.  She
continued.  "Is your place around here?  Can we just go there and... 
fuck?"

   She said it all in a normal tone of voice, except for the last word,
which she mouthed without saying aloud.  He was shocked to his core.  It
hadn't occurred to him yet how closely her words had mirrored his thoughts.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish out of water.

   "Yes, I'm...  very close...  I'm in the Halverstaad building..."

   "Yes, yuppie central.  Of course," she said, laughing.  "Come on, then."

   They just walked away, leaving their carts in the middle of the aisle.
He forgot about all the stuff he'd been buying.  All he could think of was,
shit, is this really happening?  In the parking lot, she led him off to the
side, and up to a trendy little sports car.  She got in the driver's side,
and he got in the passenger's, feeling a little silly.  He almost wondered
if people would think she was his mother.

   He directed, and she drove.  They parked in the parking garage, and took
the elevator up to his place.  When the elevator door closed, she almost
smashed into him, pushing his body against the wall.  Her mouth crushed
against his, and he tasted blood as her tongue explored his mouth.  Holy
shit, he thought, this bitch is aggressive.  The afternoon was shaping up
nicely.

   Dan hadn't had a whole lot of sexual experience, but he felt like he
could take care of this woman.  He was young and still fairly confident,
life hadn't crushed his spirit yet.  The unusualness of this situation
hadn't occurred to him, he was just accepting it, riding the wave.

   They almost fell into his apartment.  They made it to the couch, and she
was all over him.  She almost ripped her blouse off, and without asking he
seized her plump breasts in his hands.  She moaned and put her tongue down
his throat.  He fumbled behind her, and got her bra unsnapped.

   Oh, her breasts.  He couldn't have imagined any finer pair.  They were
full, and still amazingly firm.  Two fat pink nipples crowned them.  He
squeezed them, and she moaned some more.  She was fighting the button of
his jeans, and she finally got it undone.  He kicked his jeans off, amused
that his shirt was still on.  He drew his underwear down, and she seized
his hard cock with predatory hands.

   The next few minutes were as enjoyable as anything he'd ever done in his
life.  She stroked and jacked his cock, and it was all he could do to keep
from cumming.  She finally pushed him back on the couch, and dropped to her
knees in front of him.  Oh, god, he had time to think as her warm soft
mouth engulfed his hardness.  Oh, shit.  Now he had time to wonder if this
was really happening.

   He knew he was going to cum while she sucked him.  It was inevitable. 
There was no way around it.  She went faster and faster, running her tongue
and lips along his shaft, and he felt his prostate clench.  Shit.  And cum
he did, filling her mouth, squirting his seed into her body.  She slurped
and sucked, not fazed by his copious sperm squirts, it had been a while
since he'd even jacked off, and he was full of the shit.

   Finally they lay, exhausted, resting.  They made small talk, and when he
asked where she lived, she just vaugely gestured to the West, and she told
him she worked at a high school, but she didn't say where.  She did not
actually give him any information, he realized.  A high school, huh, he
thought.  How many teen-aged boys have wanted to be where I'm at?  He knew
she would be lusted after, whatever she did.  She was pure, unadulterated
sexy.

   She finally began to stir around, and she idly grasped his cock and gave
it a few experimental pumps.  He pinched one of her nipples, and felt his
cock wake up.  She crawled up his body, and he knew it was time to pay for
that blowjob.  She ground her pussy into his face, and he began to lick for
all he was worth.

   Her cunt was sweeter than honey, he thought.  Jeezus.  For an old broad,
she had it all.  She had shaved most of her pubic hair off, except for a
little exclamation point thing, and her pussy lips were smooth and soft. 
She must have just shaved this morning, he thought, her pussy was so
smooth. Her lips were fat and felt swollen to him, and he loved the feel of
them in his mouth.  She wiggled and writhed around on top of him, and he
almost couldn't breathe.  He didn't care, he took gasping breaths whenever
he could, and let her attempt to smother him.

   He finally found her clit, and concentrated on it.  She squirmed harder,
and squeezed his head between her legs.  He left her clit for a moment, and
licked his way down her slit, until he got to her sweet perineum.  Finally,
to his satisfaction, he licked her asshole, loving it.  Sweet as honey. 
Honey with a wee hint of shit, but it turned him on insanely.  He was in
love with her asshole after just one lick.  My finger is going there, he
told himself, when I finally fuck her, my finger is going in there.

   He wandered back to her clit, and she bucked and writhed above him,
moaning and sighing.  He just licked away, staying right on her little bud
of flesh, and she finally came, almost cracking his head like a nut between
her powerful thighs.  His whole world had narrowed to her vagina, the smell
of it and the taste of it...  and the feel of it on his face.  He wondered
if anything in the world would ever feel this sexy again.

   She collapsed on the bed beside him, and smiled at him.  He held her,
gently, and rocked her slightly.  She almost seemed like she was going to
sleep.  Hey, he said inside his head, wake up, girl.  Let's fuck.

   "I'm awake," she said, her eyes springing open.  "Let's fuck!"

   And fuck they did.  She lay back, her legs spread, and he climbed into
the center of her, and laid his hard-again cock on top of her pussy.  She
reached down and guided it in, and soon he was pumping away, her juicy
sweetness surrounding his rock-hard cock.  This is it, he thought, this is
the end.  It doesn't get any better.  She was tight, for an old broad, he
thought, and he idly wondered if she'd ever had kids.  She was in damn good
shape, if she did.  Hell, even if she didn't.

   He knew he could fuck her a good long time.  He'd just cum, less than
thirty minutes ago.  He felt like he could go for an hour, if he had to. 
He wanted to make her cum a half dozen times.  She deserved it, for doing
this for him.  Although, he thought, she's doing this for herself.  I'm
just a dick to her.  Oh well, I'll be a dick.

   She came, explosively.  She just blew up.  He could tell it was a good
one.  He felt proud of himself.  I did that, he thought.  I made her feel
that good.  He just kept pumping away.  Get ready for number two, he
thought.

   He finally got his wish.  He burrowed beneath her, with his hand, and
fingered around her sweet asshole.  He finally inched his finger inside it,
feeling the tightness of her sphincter pushing back on him.  First knuckle,
then second.  He could feel deep inside her body.  Even if he touched a
turd, he thought, that would excite me.  He slowly began finger-fucking her
asshole, building up speed.  She moaned and sighed and bit his earlobe.  He
knew she was having a good time.

   The second time she came was quicker than the first, and just as good,
he could tell.  He just pumped away, feeling a twinge every now and then
from his prostate.  He could cum whenever, he knew.  He felt like he had a
good handle on it.  He knew he was just running the clock out, from here
on. She'd had three good orgasms, two from being fucked.  He knew he was
home free.

   He lost count.  She was lost, anyway, in a ocean of ecstasy, he could
tell she was a million miles away, just floating in a sea of pleasure.  He
wondered if she responded this well to anybody that fucked her.  Was she
just this good?  Had she brought this out in him?  Or was it his skills,
finally coming to the surface?  Was he going to be able to get other girls
off this good?  A million questions ran through his mind.

   Finally, after what seemed like two hours, she put her hands on his
chest.

   "Darling..." she said.  "I'm sorry, but it's time to stop.  It's
starting to hurt.  I've got cramps in my legs.  Thank you for a wonderful
afternoon, but it's time to stop.  Cum in me, if you can, and then we'll
stop."

   He relaxed or tensed up or whatever it was he had to do, and his orgasm
quickly happened.  It was a good one, and he felt like he'd squirted yet
another gallon into her.  He was afraid she'd slosh when she walked.

   He was glad to stop, at last.  He was a little worn out, too.  He knew
what she meant about cramps, his calves were cramping up just from being
tensed up so much.  He slid his softening hardness out of her, and she
pulled him down and kissed him gently.

   "Darling," she said, and her face almost had a puzzled look on it. 
"Darling, I don't want you to think badly of me for what I'm about to say.
I don't know your name, and you don't know mine, and we are going to keep
it that way.  I'm not taking your phone number or apartment number or
anything away from here.  And I hope you won't be offended if we ever meet
again, because I will pretend like I don't know you.  Even though you've
just fucked the shit out of me, I'll pretend like I don't know you."

   He nodded.  He understood.  A tiny part of him was sorry that this
wasn't going to be an re-occurring thing, but he understood.  Maybe she was
right.  Maybe it was better this way.  For her, at least.

   "I've never done anything like this in my life.  I don't know why I did
it today.  But, please...  please remember me kindly.  We shared something
beautiful, but it's over, and I must go now.  My husband is suspicious at
best, and I need to buy a few things to take home so it will look like I've
been shopping all day."

   She bent down and kissed him, a long slow kiss on the lips.

   "Goodbye, darling.  Goodbye, and thank you."

   "Thank you." He just lay there and watched her get dressed.  She
borrowed his bathroom for a few moments, and then reappeared, and looked at
him one last time.

   "I'll let myself out.  Goodbye." she said, and that was the last time he
ever saw her.

   He just lay there on his bed for a while.  What the fuck just happened?
he finally asked himself.  That was the most intense, incredible experience
of my life.  Did I do it?  Did it really have anything to do with me?  Was
she just horny, a wife who was tired of being a wife and wanted an
afternoon of wild abandon?  Would anybody have done it, for her?  Was I
just lucky it was me?

   Yes, he decided.  No matter what, he was lucky.  He sighed.  Damn.  He
still needed some shit from the store.  And his fucking car was still
there, too.  Crap.



   --==+==-

   The next time it happened, it was a little more obvious.  He had
remembered how he almost felt like he made it start, the first time, by
thinking shit, and how she almost quoted his thoughts at some times. 
That's silly, though, he thought.  What the fuck?  ESP?  Silly shit.

   He was at the Taco Stand, the next Friday night.  He'd recovered from
his date with the Mrs., as he now thought of her.  He was horny again.  He
was ready for something to happen.

   He was at one of the outdoor tables, eating.  A large group of
teen-agers was at the next table, loud and boisterous, being silly, as kids
were wont to do.  He watched them, and noticed how sexy and foxy the girls
looked.  It made him feel old.  Well, it made him feel old and horny.  The
girls looked good.  Good enough to eat.  Way good enough to eat.  He'd like
to eat one of them, in fact.

   The kids finished up, and piled into two cars and left, radios blaring.
All but one.  One girl stayed at the table, playing with her phone.  He
wondered if she was calling someone to come and get her.  Hey, he thought,
Little darlin'.  Come talk to me.

   Almost immediately, she looked around.  Her gaze swept past him, as
teenagers do to old farts, almost like he didn't exist.  Then she stopped,
and turned back to him.  She stood, dumped her tray in the trash, and
slowly strolled over to his table.  She stood right behind him, forcing him
to turn around on the bench to see her.

   "Hey." she said.

   "Hey." he said.

   Later, when he tried to remember how it'd gone, he couldn't remember the
small talk.  They did a little of it, and before long she was sitting at
his table, laughing.  She was beautiful, long brunette hair, huge brown
eyes, fat kissable lips, and a face that would give a sculptor an orgasm.
She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and he could see the outlines of a bra
beneath it, even though her hard nipples poked through the shirt.  Damn, he
thought, she's that hard.  He wondered what she was hard for, it was the
middle of summer.  Not the slightest bit chilly.  Crazy.  He was that hard,
too.

   She introduced herself as Darcy.  Dan and Darcy, he thought.  Perfect.
He told her his name, his real name, and hoped he wasn't going to have to
tell a judge all this someday.  She was funny, and sweet, and she seemed to
like him.  Weird.  He wasn't used to people liking him so quickly. 
Although, that woman the other day...

   He looked around.  No one seemed to pay the slightest attention to the
two of them.  A mid 20's-ish guy, talking to a schoolgirl.  How many sad
tales have started just like this, he thought.

   But.  His common sense was strong, but his libido was way stronger.  Ask
me for a ride, he thought.  Let this go on a little longer.  Ride around
with me tonight.

   "Can you give me a ride?" she asked, and he almost flinched.  Damn, it
happened again...  this was almost getting spooky.

   "Sure..." he said, nervous, now that it looked like it was going to
happen.  He pictured himself in a jail cell, while some three hundred pound
bear unzipped his pants.  Shit.

   "Darlin'..." he said.  "You are how old?" In his mind he thought, as
hard as he could, please be eighteen.  Please be eighteen.

   "Oh, I'm eighteen.  Don't worry.  I won't make trouble." she said.  He
nodded to himself, and wondered if she really was.  Well, he was going to
do this, for sure, then, if she said she was eighteen.

   They rose, and he led her to his car.  She ooo'd and ahhh'd, he did have
a nice car, even though it was a few years old.  They got in, and he drove
off, towards the strip.

   "Where do you need to go?" he asked her.  Cruise, he though, let's
cruise the strip.  Cruise!

   "Well..." she finally said.  "I don't have to be home until two
o'clock...  can we cruise the strip?  You got any ideas?"

   Oh, hell, he thought.  I got nothing but ideas.

   "Sure!" he said, and that's what they did for the next hour.  She was
fun, and funny.  She laughed almost hysterically at his stupid jokes.  He
realized he was telling her all kinds of things that he would ordinarily
keep quiet about.  He felt like he'd known her for years.

   The sun had set, long ago.

   "Dan..." she said, looking at him, and her huge brown eyes melted his
heart.  Oh, god, he thought.  Let me take you home.  Just this once.  Let
me take you home.

   "Yes?"

   "Where do you live?  You still live at home?" he realized that she
probably thought he was younger than he actually was.  That was okay.

   "No, I live alone.  I live in the Halverstaad building."

   That drew a blank from her.  She obviously wasn't familiar with
downtown. That was okay.  He'd show her.

   He pulled out on the interstate.  Downtown was visible, a few miles
away. He pointed out his building.  She was impressed.

   "Can we go there?  Just to see the city?" she said.

   "Hell yeah." That was a good idea.  And...  hell...  she was eighteen,
or so she said.  If other things worked out, well, all the better.  He felt
powerful.  He realized that his life had taken a turn of some kind.  Things
were finally starting to happen.  Things were starting to work out.

   Parking garage, elevator, and at last they were in his room.  She stood
before the glass wall, and ooh'd over the city, spread out beneath her. 
Finally, he thought.  This is the reason I rent this place, to impress
chicks.  Finally, I get to do that.

   He started to offer her a beer, then remembered that she wasn't
twenty-one yet.  He fetched two Pepsi's from the fridge, and they sat on
the couch and talked.  She told him all about school, and her friends, and
her family.  She told him everything.

   "You got a girlfriend?" she said abruptly.  He almost stuttered, his
mind racing.

   "Well, I had one until last weekend, and she walked out," he finally
said, with no real idea why he'd felt it necessary to lie.  Well, he hadn't
even actually lied, that was kind of the story with the Mrs., but he knew
she wouldn't understand how it had really happened.

   "Awww, that's too bad," she said.  She slumped further down in the
couch, wiggling around to get comfortable.  She lifted her feet and kicked
her shoes off, and placed her feet in his lap.  He automatically began to
rub them, and she sighed with pleasure.

   "Damn," she said, "That feels good."

   Let me rub your back, he thought.  Damn.  Let me rub your back, girl.

   She let that one ride for a while.  He realized that having her feet
done probably felt good enough that she didn't want it to stop for a while.
But she finally came through for him.

   "Dan?" she asked.  "Would you rub my back like that?  That really feels
good."

   "Hell yeah," he said, not caring if he sounded eager.  He was ready to
get his hands all over this girl's body.  Her back was a good start.

   She finally turned and sat up, and scooted over in front of him.  He
spread his legs and she sat on the edge of the couch inbetween.  He
clenched his fingers like a villain in some bad movie.  This was going to
feel as good to him as it did to her.

   And it did.  Her body was cool, and hot.  Firm, and soft.  She was
perfect.  He started at her neck, and worked his way down.  Her bra strap
interfered somewhat, and as he thought, don't mind it, don't mind it, he
unsnapped it through her blouse, and let it fall to the side.  She didn't
say a word, she didn't even act like she noticed, in fact.  He wanted to
reach beneath her blouse, but he didn't figure they were to that stage yet.
He rubbed up and down her back, massaging her, feeling her firm young body
beneath his fingers.  She was sexy personified to him, and he was already
forgetting his date with the Mrs.  How could he fail, with this one?  Shit,
he already had her bra off.  How could he fuck this up?  Impossible.

   He felt his way down her back, to her slim waist, and massaged her
non-existent love handles.  God, she was sexy.  He went down her butt as
far as he could, he could see three inches of her bare back, and a slight
indention where her asscrack started.  Thank god for low riding jeans, he
thought.  He really wanted to stick his finger in there, but he held back.
Patience, he thought.  Patience.

   She stood abruptly, surprising him.  Then she lay down across his lap,
her butt right in the middle.  Oh yeah, he thought, let me massage your
ass. Let me rub and squeeze your beautiful ass.  She did have a fine ass.
Nice and plump, maybe a wee tiny bit large for her frame, but nothing wrong
with that.  He loved asses, and hers was exceptional.  Teenage girls are
dangerous, he thought, to be walking around with bodies like this.  It
should be illegal.  Well, it was illegal, unless they were at least
eighteen.

   He just jumped right in.  He felt like he'd prepped her, by thinking
hard about rubbing her butt.  He wondered if he stopped, if she'd ask him
to do it.  He was starting to see how it worked.  He didn't understand why,
but he saw how it worked.  Magic, he thought, Just like magic.

   Unsnap your jeans, he thought to her, let me get my hands in there. 
Unsnap, unsnap.

   It was still a surprise when she reached down and unsnapped and unzipped
her jeans.  He just rubbed her ass and waist, and waited a few seconds,
until he thought it was appropriate.  Undressing a girl is always
appropriate, though.  He pulled her jeans down, thinking all the while,
don't get mad, let me do this.  She didn't get mad, and she let him do it.
He pulled her jeans halfway down her thighs, and attacked her fabulous ass
like a starving man.  He rubbed and squeezed and massaged and even pinched
a little, causing her to giggle.  She had on some tight pink panties, and
they were so sexy to him he almost couldn't stand it.  His dick was so hard
he was afraid it was going to snap off, in its cramped position, and he
wanted bad to free it up, but he didn't feel like the time was right, yet.

   Suddenly, to his disappointment, she sat up, and moved over to the side
of the couch.  She had a funny look on her face.

   "You okay, darlin'?" he asked, and she nodded her head.

   "Dan..." she said, shyly.  He nodded encouragingly.  "Dan...  I feel
like I can trust you, or I wouldn't be here.  But I don't want you to think
I'm...  that kind of girl.  And I'm not, really.  But, I'm just kinda
ready...  for stuff to happen, know what I mean?"

   He nodded, staring into her hypnotic eyes.  You are ready, he thought,
you are ready for stuff to happen.  Tonight is the night.  You are ready.

   "Anyway, thanks for being sweet and giving me a massage.  And I love
your place.  Can I stay here with you tonight?  I'll call home and tell my
folks I'm spending the night with Jennifer.  I do it all the time."

   "Sure!" he said.  Who would say no?  Kick your pants off, he thought. 
Kick your goddam pants off.  She smiled at him, and kicked her goddam pants
off.



   --==+==-

   An hour later found them locked in a kiss, his hands on her bare
breasts, kneading and pinching her fat puffy nipples.  Her ass was amazing,
but her tits were out of this world, he thought.  He couldn't wait to get
them into his mouth.  He was an ass man, but damn...  those tits...  the
girl was just simply incredible...  that she wore clothes was a crime.  She
should be in the Smithsonian or something.  Jeezus.

   She was a good kisser.  Well, most girls are.  He tried to kiss as well,
but he knew that kissing was secondary to guys.  She moaned and growled in
his mouth, her stiff little tongue darting in and out, licking his lips and
wrestling with his tongue.  She was a sexy kisser.  He wondered for the
second or third time her level of experience, she seemed pretty good at
this making out shit.  He wondered how many other boys had sampled her
charms.  He didn't really care, though, she was his tonight.

   He felt her touch the bulge in his pants, and then giggle.  Get it out,
he thought, get that shit out.  She wrestled with the button to his jeans,
and finally got it undone.  She ran his zipper down, and then seemed
puzzled by his underwear.  He finally pulled the whole mess down, and
finally, after hours of discomfort and imprisonment, his cock was free. 
She giggled, and lightly touched it.  He wondered if she'd ever touched one
before.  She didn't seem to know what to do, from here on.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "Grab it and pump.  Like this." He pumped an
imaginary dick in the air, and she giggled some more.  She finally gingerly
took hold of his dick and began an up-and-down motion.  That was fine.  It
was hard to fuck up a jack-off, he thought.  You're doing fine, darling,
you are doing fine.

   He slowly slid her panties down and off, and she let her legs spread
slightly.  He didn't need any more of an invitation.  And god, he thought.
She shaves.  He wondered why a girl who wasn't obviously sexually active
would shave.  Maybe it just appealed to her aesthetic nature.  Who know. 
He wasn't complaining.  He touched her pussy, at the top of her slit, and
she spread her legs further.  She was pumping his cock with gusto, and
seemed to be having a good time.  He wished he had four arms, so he could
keep working her tits over while he played with her pussy.  Oh well.

   Her pussy was fine.  Fine, and sexier than shit.  Fat, plump pussy lips,
just like the Mrs.  had had.  She was oozing pussy juice, and he smeared
his fingers around in it, and brought it to his mouth for a taste.  Damn.
She tasted good.  And she smelled great.  He could smell her pussy.  He had
to get a taste of that thing.  Damn.

   Beg me to lick you, he thought.  Darlin', beg me to lick your sweet
cunt.

   A second later she did just that.  "Dan...  would you lick my...  pussy?
Please?"

   Oh, hell yeah.  He dropped to his knees in front of her, and took a
taste of heaven.  She was incredible.  He'd already run out of adjectives
to describe her.  But, damn.  She was just too cool.  Her pussy tasted
hundreds of times better than it even smelled.  He figured his dick would
just explode, it was so hard.  She tasted as good as the Mrs.  had.  Maybe
better.  I can die, he thought.  Now I can die.

   Time raced, and dragged.  He had no idea what time it was.  He just
licked.  He ran his tongue along the outside of her pussy lips, tasting
salty sweat, down to her sweet perineum.  He licked her asshole as best he
could, and she spread her legs so far apart her hip popped, and they both
laughed.  Her asshole had a flavor all it's own, as assholes tend to, but
he loved it, and couldn't get enough.  He finally returned to her clit, and
decided it was time for her to start cumming.

   Cum, darling, he thought.  Cum hard.  You deserve it, cum!  And within a
minute, she came.  Hard.  She bucked and writhed, and squeezed his head for
a moment before flinging her legs back apart, wide.  Her hands were buried
in the couch to stabilize herself, otherwise she'd have probably ended up
in the floor.  She seemed to have as good a cum as the Mrs.  had, a week
ago, he thought.  Damn.  I'm getting good at this shit.  He wondered how
much of it was him, and how much of it was suggestion, or whatever his mind
was doing.

   He lost track, finally, of how many times she came.  Damn, he thought,
she is one multi-orgasmic little bitch.  His tongue finally hurt, and his
mouth was dry.  She was just laying there, basking in the warmth of however
many orgasms that was.

   "Damn," he said, crawling back up on the couch, and laying her body over
him.  "Is it usually that good for you?"

   "I dunno," she sighed, and stretched, lifting her arms high.  Her
breasts did funny, sexy things.  "I never had anybody do that to me before.
It's not that good when I do it, by myself."

   "Shit.  You came a lot.  Damn."

   "Yeah.  Damn."

   "Darcy.  You are the coolest girl ever.  I love you dearly." he said,
with no real idea why he'd said it.  It was true, though.  Probably not
safe, to trust his heart to her, but it was true.

   "Dan.  You are sweet and I love you too." she said, laughing.  He
wondered how much of it was true, and how much of it was this new weird
power he seemed to have.  He didn't really care that much, though.

   Their lips met, awkwardly, because she lay on top of him, but they
managed, somehow.  They kissed gently for a while, and he filled his hands
with her soft sexy tits.

   You are ready for more, he thought to her.  You want more.  You want to
go all the way.

   "Dan," she said seductively.  "I'm ready.  Please."

   That was enough for him.  He rolled her around, and lay her on the
couch. He started to crawl between her legs, but a thought stopped him.

   "Darcy...  let me go get a rubber..."

   She just laughed.  "Dan.  My mom put me on the pill two years ago, just
in case.  Just don't tell my dad.  Finally, I get to make it worth the
trouble."

   Ah, good.  No babies.  Smart mom, he thought.  He smiled down at her. 
This was a good night, for sure.  Damn.  And it all started with a couple
of lousy tacos.



   --==+==-

   When he finally entered her body, it was ever bit as good as he'd
expected.  She was tight, of course she was, nothing but her finger had
ever gone up there before.  He couldn't tell if she still had her
maidenhead, she didn't seem to ever feel any pain, as he pushed deeper and
deeper into her.  He finally began a rhythm, and she sighed and moaned as
he pumped her.  He wanted this one to last.  He wanted her to cum again,
like she'd cum when he'd been licking her.  He wanted to make her first
time special, he wanted her to remember it always.

   He would certainly remember it always.  And he'd thought last weekend
was the high point of his life.  This was, this one.  Last weekend was
special, and fun, but this one took the prize.  This girl was incredible.
He wondered if she was just a typical teenage girl, or if she was really as
outstanding as she seemed to be to him.

   He pumped and pounded away on her.  She came, and came again.  Damn, she
was good.  He'd heard stories of some girls, of how badly their first times
went, and of women who'd had sex for years and never actually had an
orgasm. This girl was doing it right, he thought.  He hoped he'd helped to
give her memories to hold on to.  And he wondered if this was an only time
type thing.  He wanted badly to hold onto this one, but he was almost ten
years older than her.  He wondered how she'd react if she ever found that
out.  He wondered if it was wise to keep seeing her, if she'd agree to it.
Well, whether or not, this was special.  This was something to remember.

   He finally felt like it was time to cum.  He pumped her to one more
orgasm, and then he let himself cum, shooting his sperm deep into her body.
He came hard, so hard it almost hurt, and he did get cramps in his legs,
this time.  But, damn, it felt good.  Just feeling her hot firm body
beneath him felt good.  He cupped the twin globes of her ass in his hand
and squeezed.  Every square inch of this girl, he thought.  I love every
square inch.  Jeezus.



   --==+==-

   At some point that night she called her mom, and had a quick guarded
conversation.  They went through the bathroom, and she borrowed his
toothbrush, giggling.  Pee for me, he thought, on a whim, and she did,
sitting primly at first, until he dropped to his knees in front of her. 
She let him spread her legs wide, and let him watch as she shot a golden
stream into the toilet bowl.  He pulled her forward when she was done, and
buried his face in her pussy, and licked the drops of piss from her sweet
cunt.  She giggled and turned red, but she seemed to love it as much as he
did.

   They crawled into his bed, worn out from the evening.  He lay for a long
time, holding her, hearing her even, steady breathing as she slept.  What
am I, he thought, why is this happening to me?  Oh, I'm not complaining...
it's just strange...  I've never heard of anything like it before.  Why? 
Why me?  And how long?  Will I be like this the rest of my life?  At some
point he finally threw his mental hands up in the air and went to sleep.



   --==+==-

   They fucked again, the next morning.  They had a good morning fuck, as
good as the night before.  He lay flat on his back and she rode him like a
rodeo horse.  She bucked and bounced and pounded herself with him, and he
lay there, staring up at her bobbing tits, falling in love all over again.

   They dressed and went and had breakfast, and to his sorrow, he finally
dropped her off a block away from her friend's house.  She would just walk
home from here.  To his satisfaction, though, he got her number, and gave
her his.  He hoped to see her again, and soon.  At least she hadn't given
him the goodbye speech like the Mrs.  had.  That was a good sign.

   The next few months passed, almost dreamlike.  You'd think that with the
power over women that he now seemed to have, he'd be out every night, on
the prowl.  But he didn't.  For a while, Darcy was enough for him.  Just
the thought of getting to see her kept him going.  He didn't abuse his
power, hell, he hardly used it, except with her.  And it didn't seem like
he needed it any more.  She seemed to really love him.  She managed to
spend at least one night a month with him, and that was enough for him, for
a while, at least.



   --==+==-

   The next one caught him totally by surprise.  It showed him things about
himself that he never dreamed.  And it took him further out on a limb than
he ever intended on going.  But, it was worth it.

   He had spent a lot of time speculating on just exactly what was going on
in his head.  He knew that it wasn't just chance, not the way that things
had worked out.  Too many times, Darcy had said to him exactly what he'd
thought at her.  It was more than just chance.  He knew that he had some
kind of influence.

   On a whim, one Friday night, he tried it with a girl he noticed in the
gymnasium at his building.  He didn't know her, he'd never seen her before.
He started her talking to him the way he had Darcy, and within an hour they
were in his apartment, fucking their brains out.  This girl was fine, she
was a grown-up version of Darcy, firm and hot and damn sexy.  And she was
no stranger to sex, like Darcy had been, this girl knew her shit.

   Anyway.  The next one.  The next one mattered.  He'd gone down to
Bermuda, on a business trip, to a meeting.  Just for two days.  The second
evening, he put on his trunks and walked the beach.  He would leave in the
morning.  He felt like it was time for something to happen.  Foxy girls
were everywhere.  He started a dozen times to strike up a conversation with
one, and use his...  as he thought of it now, his "talent"...  and see what
happened.  But he didn't.  He finally made his way back to the motel.

   He sat out on the deck, as night descended.  Some kids were there,
playing around, being silly.  They finally disappeared, all but one.  Just
like Darcy, he thought.  He looked at the girl.  She was cute, her body
just starting to blossom into womanhood.  She was, he had to admit, a fox.
Just like a big girl.  He wondered, he really wondered, this time, just how
far he was willing to go.  He looked at the little girl.  She glanced at
him, and looked away.  He wanted her, he realized.  He wanted to feel her
young body beneath him.  He wanted to taste her youth, to taste her
fragrances...  he wanted to taste her beauty.

   Come talk to me, he thought.  Come sit with me and talk.  Almost
immediately she stood up.  She turned to face him.  Come, he thought.  Come
talk.  This one was strong, though.  She resisted him at first.  A lifetime
of conditioning...  don't talk to strangers...  he could almost tell when
he broke through.  She slowly made her way over to his table, like she was
sleepwalking.

   "Hi!" he said brightly.  She smiled weakly, and said "Hi," in return. 
He motioned to a chair, and she carefully sat, watching him like a sparrow
watches a snake.  He wondered if she knew what he intended for her, and if
he could pull it off.

   "What are you doing out here alone, darlin'?" he asked, and she smiled
again, shyly.

   "Just...  hangin' round..." she finally said.

   "Aren't your parents concerned that you're out alone?" he said, and she
shook her head.

   "They don't mind.  I gotta be back at ten.  Plus, they probably think
I'm with...  the others."

   "Why aren't you with the others?"

   "They're just kids.  They just wanna do kid stuff.  Gets old." she said,
having to think on that one a bit.

   "I know how you feel," he said.  "There's a lot more to do than just kid
stuff."

   He looked around.  The dusk had given way to dark.  He stood, thinking
furiously at her.

   "Come on.  Let's walk the beach."



   --==+==-

   She had taken his hand, at his mental suggestion.  She hadn't even
asked, she'd just done it.  They walked along the water's edge.  She
laughed at silly things he said, and he could feel her body brush his,
occasionally.  He already had a slight hard-on, thinking about the soft
young body beside him.  This would be a true test of his abilities, he
thought.  If I can actually pull it off.

   Her name was Carrie.  She was here with her aunt and uncle, actually,
not her parents.  He let her chatter, as they walked further and further
down the beach.  The darkness was almost complete.  Some of the motels
along the beach had floodlights out to the water, but that didn't bother
him that much.  He figured they just looked like a dad and a daughter
walking along the beach.  They finally turned around and walked back.  The
night was warm and moist.  He knew his erection was protruding, and
wondered how he'd get in the building without it showing.  He finally
tucked his cock in the waistband of his trunks, with it pointing straight
up.  His t-shirt hid it fairly well.

   He didn't even ask, he just led her into the building.  At least it
wasn't her building.  They were alone in the elevator.  He was furiously
thinking the whole time, things like "trust me" and "you like me" and "I
won't hurt you".  He wasn't going to hurt her, he wanted to make her feel
good.

   He fumbled for his key, and they entered his apartment.  She sat primly
on the couch, and he fetched her a Pepsi from the fridge.  She seemed
nervous, and he calmed her, mentally.

   "Darling.  You are very beautiful," he said.  She was.  She was a major
fox, he thought.  Sexy without trying, without even knowing.  Her chest was
flat, but god she had a nice little ass.  And the swimsuit she was wearing
showed it to good effect.  Almost a thong.  Stand up and turn around, he
thought.  Stand up and turn.

   She stood, and turned, and went to the window.  He surveyed her fine
ass. I'm going there, he thought.  Tonight.  In a few minutes.  And she's
going to beg me too.

   Come back, he thought.  Sit on my lap.  Come back.  He turned on the TV,
and she turned and slowly walked back.  She gingerly climbed on his legs,
and turned, and sat on his lap.  Ah, he thought.  Perfect.

   They watched TV in silence for a few minutes.

   "Carrie.  Darling," he said.  "How old are you?"

   "Twelve," she said, shyly.  He had guessed about there.  Good.  Well,
not good, highly illegal for what he had in mind.  But...  good.

   Kiss me, he thought.  You want to kiss me.

   "Darling, have you ever kissed a boy before?"

   She shook her head no.  As she did her face drew closer and closer to
his.  At last, he thought.  At last.  The last inch took a minute, but
finally her little lips touched his.  Just for a moment.  She pulled back
and giggled.  He smiled at her.

   The next kiss came a little quicker, and lasted a little longer.  He was
still thinking, kiss me!  Kiss me!  The third was even faster, and way
longer.  So long he had to breathe through his nose.  He felt her little
tongue touch him tentatively on his lips.

   He lay her down on the couch, and bent over her.  Their lips touched,
again and again.  She seemed to be having fun.  I will stop, he thought,
wanting to be fair with her.  I will stop if she wants too.  But, due to
the events of the last few months, he didn't think she'd stop.

   He ran his hands down her body.  Her arms were slim and strong.  Her
waist was slender.  She actually kind of had a figure; he'd noticed most
pre-teens were the same width, top to bottom, but this one had a slender
waist and nice plump thighs.  He wrestled her back up, and sat back, and
draped her, face down, over his body.  Their lips were almost locked
together by now.  He wondered what was going through her mind.  He felt a
little guilt over what he was doing, at least he had the presence of mind
to feel that.  But he wanted her so bad by now he knew he couldn't stop.

   "Darling..." he finally said, pulling away.  "Darling, is this really
what you want?" He thought that was fair to ask, but he cheated, thinking
"say yes!" at the same time.

   "Yes," she said, looking puzzled.  Then she smiled at him.  An almost
wicked smile, for a twelve year old.  He still felt guilty, but a little
relieved.

   He put his hands on her fine ass.  He kneaded and squeezed, and she
giggled some more.  He finally ran his fingers beneath her swimsuit, and
felt her cool firm skin.  He pulled her ass apart, and finally reached in
her crack, and touched the wrinkled skin of her anus.  She squirmed and
giggled.  He laughed.

   "Do that some more," she said.  Well, not fair, he'd thought those exact
words at her.  But, hell, she'd asked.  He touched her asshole again,
loving the sweaty wet feeling of it.  God she was sexy.  Nothing about her
was not sexy.  I'm going to taste that asshole before this is over, he
thought.  I'm going to eat this one up.  He'd decided before he brought her
up that he wouldn't fuck her, that wouldn't be fair.  He'd just play around
with her, and eat her pussy maybe.  Make her cum a few times, give her a
little pleasure.  It wouldn't be right to take her virginity.  Well, none
of this was right, true.  But, he thought, although I'm doing this, I'm
better than that.  I won't pop her cherry.

   His hands roamed her body freely.  She didn't seem to mind a bit.  He
squeezed and rubbed her and, and even brought his hands up to her chest and
squeezed where her boobs would go someday.  He imagined he could feel her
hard little nipples, and that turned him on.  He pulled the straps of her
swimsuit down, and pulled her top down to her waist.  He fastened his lips
onto a nipple, and sucked until he could feel it's hardness in his mouth.
He knew she'd have fine nipples, someday.  And I was here first, he
thought.

   He finally stood her up, and pulled her suit down her legs.  She stood
before him, in her naked glory.  He put his hands on her hips, and guided
her to the couch as he stood.  He sat her down, and kneeled on the floor,
and put his face into her crotch.

   The Mrs.  had been great.  And Darcy was fantastic, fine and sexy.  But
this...  this was several orders of magnitude past that to him, for some
reason.  I never knew this about myself, he had the presence of mind to
think.  He finally dismissed all thoughts from his mind, and just wallowed
in the sensations entering his brain.

   Her taste was incredible, like pussy to the hundredth power.  Mixed in
with salt, and sweat, and even a little sand.  She'd obviously been out in
the sun all day, and maybe not even showered this morning.  She had an
incredible pussy scent, and taste.  It almost felt like his tongue was
being shocked by electricity.  Her taste was strong, and unmistakeable.  It
was truly pussy.

   I am going where no man has gone before, he thought.  I am boldly going.
I will remember this forever.  And I hope she does, too.  I just hope she
doesn't tell anyone.  Oh shit, he thought.  After this, as soon as this is
over, I gotta get out of here.  I'll spend the night at the airport or
something.  Shit.  What am I doing?  How much trouble can I get it?  Oral
sodomy, isn't that what they call it?  Shit!

   But he knew he could never stop, not now.  Not after a taste of this. 
This was too much.  Whatever, he thought.  It'll be worth it.  Whatever. 
He wondered if his power would work on a judge.  Maybe I'll have a female
judge, he thought.  For some reason he wasn't worried about the whole thing
as much as he probably should have been.  Darcy hadn't told.  He'd do what
he could, he'd try to imprint this one, or whatever you call it, not to
tell.

   She was wiggling, and he'd even heard a distinct moan at one point.  She
seemed to like what he was doing.  He wondered at what age it became
possible for girls to have orgasms.  He hoped he could do that for this
one, he wanted to give her that much, in exchange for what he was taking.
He concentrated on her little clit, and was rewarded a minute later by a
cute little girlish orgasm, she clenched her arms and straightened out her
legs, and goose bumps ran up and down her inner thighs.  He could tell she
was cumming.  Goddam, he thought, I am good.  Nothing is beyond me.  From
MILFs to preteens, I can do them all.

   She just lay there, panting slightly.  He laughed, and held her around
the waist, his face laying on her sweet pussy.  She finally perked back up,
and touched his hair.

   You want that again!  he thought.  "Do that again," she said, giggling.
He was glad to.  He knew he could never get enough of this, of this little
pussy.

   He licked her for another hour.  She came again, and again.  He hoped
for four, and finally got it.  She was getting good at it.  He licked down
her slit, and finally touched her fabulous asshole with the tip of his
tongue.  She tasted incredible even there, he thought.  Everything rolled
into one.  Sweat, salt, pussy, ass and a slight hint of shit, even.  I can
die now, he thought.  I'm ready.  He wondered if he'd ever be brave enough
to do this again.  He wondered if anything, even another youngster, would
be this sexy.  He didn't really want to make a habit of seducing
children... but this one was special.  This one was worth whatever the
price was.

   He sadly looked at the clock.  Nine o'clock.  She'd said she could be
out until ten.  Time to wind it up.

   You want to see my weenie, he thought at her.  You want to see my cock.

   "Can I..." she said, shyly, coyly.  "Can I see your...  you know... 
your thing..."

   He laughed.  Part of his mind said no, but a larger part ruled it out.
He slowly slid his shorts down, and his cock sprang free.

   "Goodness!" she said, and they both laughed.  She just sat and stared at
it.

   "Darling.  Ever seen one before?" he asked, wanting to talk about it for
some reason.

   "Just little ones," she said, hypnotized by his cock.

   "You can touch it if you want," he said, while thinking, touch it! 
Touch it!

   She hesitantly reached out a hand, and grasped his hard cock.  He almost
came, just from that touch.  She finally gripped it with both hands, and
looked up at him, grinning.

   "My friend Bayley puts her daddy's weenie in her mouth," she announced,
almost with satisfaction.  He was shocked, but in light of what he was
doing, he didn't feel too judgmental.

   "Yes," he finally said.  "You can do that if you wish." Do it, he
thought, do it.  She still stared, but she was moving towards it, almost
imperceptibly.  He finally felt her hot breath on his cock.  She slowly
opened her mouth, and he felt her lips touch the head of his cock.  Jeezus,
he thought.  Nothing was sexier.

   She couldn't put it all the way in, well, she didn't really try, just
maybe half-way.  But that was enough.  She closed her lips around it, and
sucked.

   "Move up and down, darling," he said, and she did.  He felt a twitch
from his prostate, and realized he was about to cum.

   "Darling, do you know about what happens to guys and their weenies?  Do
you know stuff squirts out of it?" he said, not wanting to shock or gross
her out.  She nodded, and dropped his cock from her mouth for a moment to
talk.

   "Yes, Bayley told me about that.  She said it tastes funny."

   "It does, darling.  I just don't want you to be scared or anything.  You
don't have to do it if you don't want to." He'd give her that, at least. 
It was enough that she'd sucked it a little.  He'd give her a break on the
cum swallowing.  He very carefully kept his mind neutral, he didn't want to
influence her on this one.

   "I guess I will," she said, shrugging.  Shit, he thought.  Go for it. 
She dropped again, taking his cock into her mouth once more.

   "It's going to squirt out, darling," he said, and let go.  Within just a
few more strokes he began to cum, squirting again and again into her sweet
mouth, turned on by the whole experience.  A little girl is sucking my
cock, he thought.  A sweet little girl is sucking my goddam cock.

   She swallowed a lot of it, and the rest ran down her chin and his shaft.
She giggled, and hiccuped, and giggled some more.  His dick stayed half
hard, he was so turned on by the whole experience.

   Sadly, he felt like he needed to get her home, back to her room.  He
gave her another Pepsi from the fridge, hoping it would wash the odor of
sperm from her breath.  He began a chant, in his mind, saying "Don't tell
anyone, don't ever tell anyone" over and over.  He hoped that would be
enough.  He had a slight regret, now that it was too late, he realized that
what he did wasn't fair at all, due to the influence he seemed to have. 
Well, now I know, at least, I have tasted the sweetest little cunt in the
world, and now I know.  He wondered if he was doomed, now, to want this
forever, until he finally fucked up and got his ass thrown in prison.  He
wondered if even Darcy would be enough for him, after this.

   He walked to her building, and told her goodbye.  He didn't tell her out
loud not to tell, he just trusted his ability to do the best it could for
him.  He was still saying it over and over in his head as he walked back to
his room, and got his shit together.  He'd sleep in the airport tonight,
although he didn't figure she could find his room, if she was leading a
contingent of local law enforcement.  He'd never even told her his first
name, even.  He'd just feel safer, at the airport.  The sooner he could get
on the plane, the better.



   --==+==-

   A weekend later, Darcy showed up at his place, and within twenty minutes
they were locked together on the couch.  She was enough for him, at least
tonight, she was.  He'd thought of the little girl he'd loved a thousand
times over the last week, that was all he'd thought of.  But now, his big
girl took some of the sting away.  Darcy was fine, fine and hot.  This was
shaping up nicely.  He didn't even have to think things, around her, much.
They seemed to be falling into a nice equitable relationship, his first
ever.  He wondered again how to tell her how old he really was.  Maybe he'd
prepare her for that one, first, at least.  And she kept talking about her
best friend.  Maybe, just maybe...  a threesome would be nice, and maybe
she'd go for it, on her own.  With just a little preparation.  Yeah... 
things were looking up.



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