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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

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>This posting contains:

  Chapter X(c):  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
      Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality        (mc, mf, mfm, oral mm)
      Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy  (mc, inc, oral mf)
      Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal   (hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter X(d):  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
      Part 10 - The Making of a Slut - (1 of 2) (toys, mf, ff, oral, anal)

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter X:  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality
(mc, mf, mfm, oral mm)

LeAnne White probably had the highest IQ of anyone attending my high school for
the four years I went there.  She had so many scholarships offered to her and
universities sending her their literature, she had to get a PO Box just so her
parents didn't have to spend twenty minutes every morning going through their
mail.  Okay, so she couldn't have had that much mail, but that's the reason her
younger sister told everyone.

LeAnne was very active in school activities, including the yearbook staff, class
treasurer, played every woodwind instrument in the band, and also played tennis
year round.  She practically made all the class president's decisions for him,
making her position as class treasurer only a technicality.  The class president
election was always a popularity contest, something which she had no desire or
chance to win.  But as treasurer...  hell, no one even ran against her the past
two years.  People figured that if the treasurer had brains, the money would
stretch further.  And everyone knew who had the most brains.

With all her scholastic success and activities, LeAnne hadn't seen any need for
a social life.  Ask any guy at the time what they thought their chances were of
getting a date with her.  If they hadn't of slugged you for making such a
request, they most likely would have laughed in your face.  The key to knowing
what LeAnne was like as a person was to understand that anything that even
appeared to be sexual in nature was simply below her level of interests.  She
had as much interest in going to a dance as she had to go and tease a pitbull in
the nude.  In other words, she was a prude. 

So you could imagine my surprise when LeAnne requested to see me about a
personal matter.  She had been one of the people Joey and I had implanted the
suggestion to contact one of us if they had a desperate need for help and was
willing to trade it for something most likely sexual in nature.

"I have often wondered what kind of research you do in order to gain such
privileges such as your own private room.  I know you have done a lot in
tutoring people, but this," she said standing in the middle of our room, "seems
a bit much for a limited tutor as yourself."

"Limited, eh?" I said before deciding to let it pass.  

The few times I had needed to talk to LeAnne (which had resulted in 'convincing'
her everything I was doing was on the up and up),  I had learned she had a very
high opinion of herself, but she wasn't consciously aware of her demeaning
statements.

"Limited in the sense that you are only a Sophomore," she logically reasoned out
loud.  "You couldn't tutor Junior or Senior level classes, and certainly not in
the highest difficulty of classes that I am taking."

"You might be surprised, but then you're not here for help in classwork, are
you.  So, what is it that LeAnne the Great needs from a lowly Sophomore such as
myself?"

"Hmm.. Good question.  I'm not sure even why I asked to talk to you..." she said
as she attempted to analyze the compulsion triggered from the implanted
commands.

"Well..  Has something been bothering you that...." I stopped as I felt an
intense wave of... loneliness come from her.  It only lasted a moment before she
took a hold of herself and stomped her feelings back down with pure will power.

My shocked expression startled her.  I was about to tell her I thought I knew
what she wanted to talk to me about when she said, "I'm sorry for bothering
you," and walked out the door.

Even with my telepathic and empathic senses, I had a difficult time uncovering
the cause of her deeply buried and tightly controlled feelings.  It wasn't until
my lock on her mind started to break up that I noticed her minor slip up had
triggered an avalanche.  She was driving home thinking about ending her
loneliness the quickest and least painful way.

When I felt her change course to head for a very dangerous road she knew, I lost
my grip on her mind and couldn't get her back.

I considered my options, then ran out to my two-day-old shiny red Formula.  If I
hadn't been on a mission of mercy, I would have thoroughly enjoyed my first use
of the high speed driving skills I had lifted.  And after having to divert the
attention of two different police cars and honking my horn a lot, I got the idea
of getting some emergency lights and a siren in case I had to do that again.

I loved that car.  It was so sweet to drive 90mph in the 35 zones as I blanketed
the road ahead of me to make everyone pull over.  Even with my precautions, I
nearly had an accident when I misjudged a turn and almost sideswiped a car on
the shoulder.

Not only had I beat LeAnne to her intended crash site,  I had passed her up on
the way, finding the commands for her to pull over just canceling themselves
when I found her mind.

Gwen, one of my Golden Girl slaves, lived just down the road from where we had
ended up at, and Julie's wasn't much further away.  I commanded LeAnne to meet
me at Gwen's, then a few minutes later had to change that to Julie's when I
found no one at Gwen's home.

Julie was both extremely excited and a bit embarrassed when she found me on her
door step.  But when she recognized LeAnne walking up in a semi dazed state, all
she could say was, "Her?"

"I didn't pick her.  She came to me, but chickened out before telling me
anything.  She would have kissed a big oak tree through her windshield if I
hadn't stopped her.  Would it be all right if I sort her out here?"

"Uhm, sure..  I guess.."  Julie said hesitantly.  There was something bothering
her, and I didn't catch on until I felt a presence I recognized when we
approached her room.

"Oh..  Hey Julie?" I said as she reached to open her door.  "I can just take her
back to school.  I didn't mean to stop the fun you and Ben were planning."

Julie went red, then opened the door wide.  Ben was laying on her bed nude while
another guy I didn't know started to pull his pants on in a hurry.

Ben was about to apologize when I glanced back over at Julie for a second, then
gave him a little smile with a quick raising of the eyebrows to let him know I
wholeheartedly approved.  

Then I glanced over at the guy pulling his shirt on and said, "So who's your
friend?"

"Greg, everything's cool," Ben said.  "Tim, this is my cousin Greg.  Greg, this
is my ma..  my friend Tim."

"Hi," Greg said a little too loudly.  He was extremely nervous, and not just
because we had caught him naked.  He feared we had seen something that would
have given away his lust for his cousin's body.  Greg was so nervous that he was
starting to sweat bullets. If it hadn't been for Julie sitting down beside Ben
to start stroking him, Greg would have probably left.

"LeAnne, come in here please?" I called.

"Shit.  What's she doing here?" Ben asked sitting up.

"Greg, why don't you go count the number of hairs on your nut sack and ignore
everything we say until I tell you to stop.  Then again you didn't have that
much hair..  Uhm, instead of counting them, just try and keep them from touching
each other," I said.  

As I explained the situation, Julie put Ben back down on his back and started
sucking him slowly.  By the time I had finished, Ben was a bit glossy eyed, and
hadn't quite processed everything I had said near the end.  And I had lost my
train of thought for a moment when my roaming eyes had locked onto Julie's
jeaned ass sticking up.

Julie pulled off of Ben's dick with a pop and said, "So what are you going to
do?  Give her a social life?"

"I don't know.  If I forced a normal social life on her, she would have a tough
time getting around her belief that everything she did was being motivated by a
primitive mating ritual.  Unless I remove that, she would probably end up
suicidal again. A lot of her personality is based on that belief, so unless I
want to change her into someone else.."

"Why don't you ask her?" Ben said before grabbing Julie and pulling her on top
of him.  "She is the brain of the school."

"Ask her what?  She's been trying to figure it out for herself for months now.
She doesn't have a clue what she's missing in life, so she doesn't..."

I paused when an idea came to me while Ben and Julie started to make out.

"LeAnne, how does seeing Ben and Julie kiss like that make you feel?" I asked.

"Like I'm watching a national geographic special on gorillas," she responded

"Doesn't it stir anything inside you?  Haven't you ever wanted to kiss someone
like that?"

"No," she said very quickly.  "I've never kissed anyone, and don't intend to."

"Shit.  You've never even given your mom or dad a kiss on the cheek.  No wonder
you don't have a clue what's wrong with you."

Julie's shirt flew past my face, and once I saw they were really starting to get
into it, I felt guilty about Greg missing out.

"Hey, if you two are going to keep going like that, maybe Greg should... GREG!?
Don't pull them out, dude!  I just meant straighten..  Oh never mind."

I turned back to the couple on the bed and said, "Ben, did you know he's gots
the hots for you?"

"Huh?" Ben said breathing hard.  "Yeah, I kinda guessed that."

"That's why we invited him to join us." Julie said as she raised her hips so Ben
could slip her pants down.

"We thought Suzi might like him," Ben said.  "And I know he's clean and
everything.  Depending on how he did today, we were gonna talk to you about
maybe... you know."

After sucking and fucking Janos and Kyle whenever Suzi had wished, Ben had
pretty much accepted bisexual sex and had enjoyed the last couple of sessions
with Suzi.  When he realized his younger cousin was spending a lot more time at
his house and seemed to be looking at him more than was normal, he suspected his
little talk and demonstration about jerking off last year had made more of an
impact than he thought.

Ben had started mentioning more sexual topics, getting eager responses from his
freshman cousin.  But because he couldn't know for sure if Greg was an
interested bi or a straight with a innocent reason for the wandering eyes, Ben
had kept his desires focused on Julie for the time being.  But he was hoping his
cousin would join them in their sexual play, and even sometimes considered
having a twosome with him someday.

As I examined Greg's mind, I had the distinct feeling that whatever happened
that day would most likely affect the rest of his life.  He wanted sexual
guidance from his older cousin more than sexual intercourse.  

Ben and Julie had been working towards having sex with him for the past four
days.  They had gone out to the movies where Ben and Julie had necked in his
presence for a while.  The next day, Ben offered Greg a lift home from school.
Greg had been a little disappointed when Julie walked up to Ben for a kiss and
got in the front seat of the car before Greg could.

Greg pretended he didn't notice when Julie's hand had slipped over to Ben's
crotch.  But he didn't expect the response Ben gave.

"Shit, Julie...  I'm driving here.  Why don't you go in the back and blow Greg
if  you're that horny.  I'm sure he won't mind, will you Greg?"

Julie gave Greg one of her "I'm game" smiles and raised an eyebrow to ask Greg's
permission.

"Uhm, I uh..." Greg stalled.

"I promise I won't bite," Julie had said humorously as she crawled into the back
seat.

Julie had given him his first blowjob in the back of Ben's car parked in the
back lot of a church.  Julie had never experienced an uncut dick before, and Ben
couldn't resist pulling over and watching her do it when her mmmms sounded
different than when she had sucked him.  Once Greg had blown, Julie gave Ben a
quickie, then commented how similar their cum had tasted.  Greg and Ben had
given each other a look that made them each wonder if the other had just
imagined the same thing.  

Ben asked him over to Julie's house the following morning, and Greg had
hesitantly accepted.  Julie gave Greg another blowjob after school in Ben's car
again, then gave him another in her bedroom after he had watched Ben and Julie
fuck.

There wasn't any hesitation when Ben had asked him over again that morning, and
just before I had interrupted them, Ben had worked Greg's confidence up enough
to strip while Julie went to get rid of whoever was at the door.  If I hadn't
interrupted them, Greg would had been in the midst of losing his virginity with
Julie.

I felt a little disturbed by their attempt in seducing Greg, especially when he
was still a virgin.  But I knew I had no business enforcing my own personal
beliefs in situations except when involving my powers or myself, and I could
only think of one valid concern there.

By the time I had finished my probing and had worked all that out, Julie was on
top of Ben fucking like a rabbit, but sounding like a herd of horny cattle.

Because I had put Greg and LeAnne in a dreamstate, they had moved their
attention to the action on Julie's bed.  I frowned when I found LeAnne thinking
of Julie in terms of a bitch in heat, viewing the scene as if someone had let
the gate open and a stray dog had found it's way in.  She considered the use of
sex for anything other than reproduction to be a remaining animal trait.  A
trait she believed she didn't have.

Greg on the other hand was not so closed minded.  He very much wanted to join in
on the action, but being in the dreamstate prevented him from doing so.  But
then I also felt that if my commands hadn't restrained him, I was pretty sure he
wouldn't have acted on his desires unless one of the other two invited him to
join them, and even then he might not have.

Like I said, Greg wanted Ben's guidance.  He had absolutely no idea what would
be acceptable to him and what wasn't.  He had been a bit worried about his
attraction to his older cousin, but when Julie had given his first blow job, he
knew he wasn't gay, and figured he would just let Ben initiate any sexual
activity between them if Ben was that way.  Greg was letting Ben decide whether
he would be bisexual or straight,  wanting to be whatever Ben was.  Hell, I
think if Ben had been gay, Greg would have given up women all together.  But
then maybe not.

I nearly missed the climax when Ben came without Julie.  But it was Julie's
fault since she had unmounted him and had him shoot all over her chest and
mouth.  After the last spurt, Julie laid down next to him and smeared his cum
around with a finger before tasting it, then stirred it up again and pressed it
up to his lips.

Ben's tongue came out from it's hiding place to taste his own seed, then
proceeded to pull her finger in and suck on it like an infant.  Julie lead him
by the finger to her left breast which he naturally transferred his sucking to.
His right hand went down to her cunt to frig, while his mouth worked to cleaning
his spunk up while waxing her skin with his spit.

I suddenly felt a surge in LeAnne's despair after Ben finished cleaning Julie up
and the pair had moved into a loving embrace.  Ben's and Julie's exchange of
affection had triggered a battle between her mind and emotions.  She had
categorized all interactions between people into two groups.  Intellectual and
sexual.  So if there wasn't any intellectual purpose in doing something with
someone else, she simply wasn't interested.  With all her intelligence and
knowledge, she had made a mistake in a matter so elemental to the rest of us
that it bordered on stupidity.  

Friendship and love to her were simply tools for finding a mate.  Since she
wasn't interested in having a child yet, she considered her moments of
loneliness just another sexual related drive that she could repress.  But I knew
that her error would destroy her if she wasn't helped to see it.

I had absolutely no intention of doing anything sexual with her.  I respected
her personal views, however ridiculous they seemed to me, and decided the best
way to help her was to give her a demonstration of how bonds with other people
were not necessarily sexual, just necessary.  I decided that tomorrow I would
become her best friend.

I sent her home in a slight trance that didn't break until she was studying in
her room, remembering only that she had gone home straight from school.

Once her car was out of sight, I sat down beside Julie on her bed, then took a
moment to look at my two sleepy slaves.

"I'm glad you two have become close like this, and don't mind you including
others in your fun as long as you're being careful.  I know you only meant well
thinking we would like you to find others to make slaves.  But the fact is, we
don't want to you to find them for us.  Don't get me wrong.  Suzi would probably
be tickled pink by Greg.  But she wouldn't enslave someone as innocent as Greg
is, and we definitely do not want anyone to lose their innocence just so she
could use him as a toy."

"But it isn't like that," Julie said a little darkly.  "He's not as innocent as
he seems."

"I know that.  You don't understand.  It isn't that he's not ready for sex, it's
just that...  Well, he's not ready to decide what kind of sex he wants.  He's
depending entirely on what Ben does and says just so he doesn't have to make
those kind of decisions about himself.  

"Ben, you need to talk to him about this stuff before you two go and do it with
him.  
He's like totally depending on you to decide what's right and wrong for him.  If
you're not careful, you could really screw him up."

"Talk to him?  How?  I mean, how do you tell your cousin you think you want to
fuck around with him, but you're not really sure?  You say he's depending on me
to tell him what sex he should like, right?  I've been asking myself the same
question ever since I met you, and I still don't know the answer.  You expect me
to figure it out for him when I can't even do it for myself?"

"No," I said marching Greg over to the bed.  "I think you should just level with
him and tell him what you just told me, then maybe you both can figure it out
together.  He's never seriously considered anything beyond exchanging blow jobs
with you, but he has jerked off thinking of anal sex a few times before he met
Julie," I said as I brushed Greg's hard dick against Julie's thigh.

"I can't tell for sure what would be best for him, but I think he would go
straight pretty easily with Julie around. If you think you wouldn't regret it
later, that would be the safest thing to do."

"Fuck.  If I hadn't taken pity on him when I caught him humping that pillow, I
wouldn't have to worry about messing his life up.  I just wish I knew if I'd be
happy doing it with another guy on my own...  Hey Tim, how come you never had me
do anything with you?  Even Joey had me blow him once."

"He did?  I didn't know that...  To tell you the truth, I almost did one time,
but you weren't sure if you could get comfortable about doing that kind of stuff
back then.  Hell, until today, I still thought you were still totally straight.
I didn't want to do something you truly didn't want to do."

I knew what he was thinking without even peeking in his head, but I waited for
him to say it out loud.

"Would it be okay...  If I tried it without being a slave?"

"As long as you understand I won't be returning the favor.  I don't suck dicks."

"Yeah, I know," he said with a look of uncertainty while he reached over Julie
and felt the lump in my pants. 

"Wow," he said a minute later as Julie got up so I could lay down in her spot.

"What?" Julie asked.

"It's just that...  When Suzi had me do this stuff, it got me excited.  I always
thought it was something Tim did to make me feel good while I was in slave
mode..  Shit.  I can't believe I'm doing this," Ben said as he lowered his face
into the crotch of my jeans and took a deep breath.

"You know who should be here?" Julie said from the foot of the bed.

"Who?" I replied as Ben nuzzled my crotch.

"Suzi.  She would absolutely die to see this."

Ben looked up and we both stared at Julie knowing how true her words were.  It
was no secret that Suzi fancied Ben more than the others because of his likeness
to me, and that she had a thing for two guys fooling around.

"Well," Ben sighed, "I guess I know my answer anyway."

I looked in his eyes and felt that familiar feeling pass between us.  A mutual
feeling of curiosity and excitement drew our faces closer until we both closed
our eyes and let our lips meet.

My own excitement diminished rapidly once we had made contact, but Ben's
actually increased to where he pushed me on my back and sent his right hand to
my crotch again.  Ben's hand had made its way into my pants before Suzi's face
flashed in my mind and brought me to my senses.

I quickly cooled Ben's fires, then noticed Julie's fires were aglow themselves.
One little raising of the eyebrow was all it took to get Julie to wrap her nice
ass around my raging hardon.

As I started my pumping, an idea came to me.

"Ben, lay down and get that thing hard again.  Julie, you feel like getting all
three of your holes plugged?"

"OH GOD... YES!  FUCK YES!  YES! YES! OHHHH! YES!"

As Julie got comfortable (heh) on top of Ben, I edited Greg's memories so he
thought I was just another of Julie's boyfriends and prepared him for what was
to come.

If there was one thing I loved more than Julie's ass, it was Julie's mouth.  GOD
she was loud while Ben and I fucked her.  And her mmmm's when Greg fed her his
dick made everything that much more erotic.  Julie always could drive me nuts
with her moans.

Julie's heat had been so high that she came before any of us.  Her orgasm
shuddered through her and caused her anus to tighten its grip.  My own orgasm
peaked at that point, spurting my cum into her clasping ass.

I rolled off onto the floor and laid there catching my breath and enjoying my
post cum high.  My mind drifted a little and I almost missed an "Erp" from Greg
and a louder than normal gasp from Julie.

Julie sat up and was staring at Ben's face.  I couldn't see what was going on,
but when I heard the slurping sound, I sat up myself and looked.

Apparently Julie had spit Greg's dick out without finishing the job, and in a
rush of horniness, Ben had taken up the duty himself.  The look on Greg's face
had been a mixture of surprise and a relieved happiness, but that was washed
away by the lust he was feeling.  The look in his eyes when he pointed them at
Julie's told her to get out of the way.

As soon as Julie got off Ben, Greg laid down on top of Ben and didn't even
hesitate to fit the tip of the large dick in his mouth.  Julie and I just stood
there dumbfounded, watching Ben grasp Greg's ass to raise and lower Greg's dick
into his mouth in a humping motion while stimulating Greg's rose with a thumb.

Ben's thumb made short work of Greg's rising orgasm.  When Greg lost control and
tried to hump madly, Ben easily held him off while going to town with his
sucking.

Greg made squeaking noises as he reached his peak and came in jerky motions.
Ben found his mouth being flooded by spunk, but decided he didn't really care
for it all that much.  But he gulped it all down anyway, then did the best he
could to get whatever had overflowed.

Greg had forgotten Ben's dick while he had cum, but while Ben used his tongue to
clean up around the base of his dick, Greg decided he would do whatever it took
to make Ben cum in his mouth.

Ben was just starting to come out of his daze of horniness when he was thrusted
back into it with a surge of activity from Greg's tongue and a surge of blood to
Greg's rehardening dick.  So Ben started his own tonguing and used his thumb
again, bringing Greg to a second orgasm quicker than the first time.

Determined to at least get Ben off once, Greg redoubled his efforts and forced
Ben's dick in all the way.  Finding this too uncomfortable to maintain, he then
took Ben's dick out all together and sloppily licked Ben's balls and shaft.
When he felt Ben's thumb against his anus again, he instantly forced his hand
under Ben's ass and started stimulating it with two fingers.

Ben stopped his own efforts to bring Greg to a third orgasm, finding the effort
to much to think about with the waves of pleasure shooting up his body from his
ass.  He spread his legs apart, then instinctively raised his knees to give Greg
better access.

Greg wasn't sure what to do when Ben's rose relaxed and one of his fingers
started to go in.  But during his hesitation, Ben's balls had retracted, telling
Greg they were ready to shoot.

So Greg did the only thing he could think of.  He released Ben's captive
testicle and sucked his dick back into his mouth before pushing the finger in.

Ben's body stiffened with a moan, then have a few involuntary thrusts that
nearly made Greg gag.  But he was rewarded with his first taste of Ben's sperm,
finding it well worth the wait and trouble, knowing he wanted to taste it again
and again.

It was a few minutes before Ben realized his cousin was trying to get him off
again.  I felt his regret about losing control, then his guilt for taking
advantage of his younger cousin.  He glanced over at me with a pleading look,
then frowned when he saw I wasn't going to do anything.

"Greg, stop being such a faggot and sit up," Ben said still frowning.  "And wipe
that cum off your chin."

The faggot remark had hurt, but it also had its intended effect of sobering Greg
up.

Ben pointed his frown back at me as Greg got off and quickly gathered his
clothes.

"How do I know you didn't make that happen?" Ben said coldly.  "It felt like
something Suzi would have me do."

My shocked expression wiped the frown off his face, but it returned when I said,
"If I had, I would be butt fucking one of you while the other did me right about
now."

"And who said we won't?"

"Look, Ben.  I don't like what you're suggesting.  I haven't done anything to
your true self except make you unable to tell anybody about this shit.  And as
far as Greg goes, you're the one who took it this far, even after I warned you
about it."

"Fuck you, Tim.  It wouldn't be any trouble to make Greg forget all this, but
you won't, will you.  Some friend you are."

Julie said to Ben's face, "Shut up before you say something that you won't be
able to apologize for later.  You know Tim won't make anyone do things that are
against their nature.  If he won't fix your fuck-up, you can't force him to go
against his own nature."

"Fuck.  Don't you start too," Ben muttered before taking her advice.

"That was not a fuck-up," Greg said fully clothed as the rest of us started to
get dressed.  "I don't know what you were talking about really, but I've wanted
that to happen for months now," he said looking at Ben.

"Yeah, I know you have.  But..." Ben said as he struggled to pull his pants up.

"You don't want to do it again, do you?" Greg said in almost a panic.

"Shit," Ben said as he gave up and dropped to the floor to get his tight jeans
on the rest of the way.  "We need to talk about it first, but right now I'm not
really sure if we should do it again."

"I..." Greg said before running out of the room.

"Awe shit," Ben said, struggling to his feet.  "This is all you're fault.  If
you hadn't come along and offered this deal to me, I would never have given a
thought to doing it with a guy.  I wish I.."

I looked him in the eye and said in a stern voice, "You were about to give into
your drug habit when I met you.  That above all the other reasons was why I
offered you this deal.  You would have dropped out of school and never have had
met Suzi or Julie, and I know you have thought you might have been dead by now.
Nothing keeps you from taking that ring off your finger but you.  So if you want
to blame anything else on me, you will have to take the ring off first and never
put it back on."

The silence in the room was almost deafening as Ben stared at the slave ring on
his finger.  He was letting his emotions cloud his thinking, letting himself get
angry at me instead of feeling the guilt for his own actions.  When he reached
to take off the ring, he hesitated long enough for Julie to intervene.

"Don't?  Please?" Julie said grabbing his hand.

He looked in her eyes, but her pleading gaze didn't diffuse any of his anger.
When he looked me in the eyes intending to pull the ring off defiantly, that
familiar feeling formed again.

He felt my resolve to let him make his own mistakes so he would learn from them
like everyone is supposed to.  I let him feel the weight on my shoulders
resisting every whim and urge to use my abilities in an unhonorable fashion, and
he finally understood how important it was to me to never force something on
someone else unless it was absolutely necessary.  Ben also saw I wouldn't just
stand by and let them mess up their lives, but I had to give Ben the chance to
fix things himself.

So it was a very large shock when Ben pulled the ring off anyway.

"I'm sorry for what I said," Ben said softly. "I still want to be you're slave
and stuff, but while I'm wearing this thing, I never know what is me and what is
the slave bit.  Will you keep your promise about the drug thing?"

"Of course I will," I said staring at the darkening stone in his ring. "Uhm,
Ben?  Greg is thinking some pretty stupid thoughts right now, and I think it
would be better if I had a talk with him first.  No matter what you would say to
him right now, I'm pretty sure he will think you're hiding your true feelings."

"Just talk, right?" he said, already knowing the answer.

"Just talk."

"Okay...  I'm sorry for not trusting you.  I guess I just..."

"That's all right.  I never realized how confused you were about the slave stuff
and... Shit.  He's walking home.  I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

He nodded then looked at the ring in the palm of his hand.  As I walked out, I
felt his surprise turn to regret when he discovered the stone of his ring had
turned black.  He had taken it off many times in the past for reasons like to
shower or during shop, and it had never changed color during those times.

Ben of course never realized he had twisted the gem ninety degrees
counterclockwise before removing it.  Part of the commands I had given him when
I presented the ring to him had included this subconscious sequence if he ever
willingly decided to end his enslavement forever.  Ben hadn't really believed
that once he took it off to end his servitude that he couldn't just put it back
on if he changed his mind.  But at the time he did it, he had meant to never put
it back on, and he was the first to do that.  But the reality of how permanent
it was hadn't sunk in until he saw the blackened ring.  An important part of his
life had just ended, and he knew he had made it end too soon.

The first person to actually remove their ring with the intent of canceling the
control it represented had been Linda to save John and I.  But because she
hadn't truly wanted to end it permanently, the subconscious twisting of her
gemstone hadn't been triggered.  This loophole had been an oversight on my part,
but after I had discovered Linda had done this to serve me in the manner she
felt was best, I reinstated her slave commands and left the loophole alone.

Afterwards, I thought I had made everyone understand the difference, but Ben
hadn't really believed it until seeing his ring.  Of course, I could always
reinstate him and give him another ring, but there would have to be a higher
price for Ben to pay, and I hadn't a clue what that could be.  

And as I went out the front door, I felt Ben decide he didn't need the ring's
'power'.  He could continue being a slave without anyone making him do it, and
wanted to show he had the will power that he once thought he had lost to the
drugs.  So Ben put the blackened ring back on his finger and gave Julie such a
kiss that she went limp.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

Chapter X:  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 
Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy
(mc, incest mf, oral mf)

Greg was already two blocks away before I pulled up beside him in my car and
offered him a lift.  He initially refused, but after I asked him how far away he
lived, he realized it would take forever to walk home.

Neither one of us spoke for several minutes after he gave me directions.  Greg
was worried that I was either going to try and seduce him, humiliate him, or
maybe even blackmail him.  He nearly lost it when I said, "I think Ben really
liked your blowjob."

"Uhm, thanks.."

"You should have seen Julie's face when Ben finally came in your mouth.  I think
she barely kept herself from joining you at his dick."

"Heh," he said half heartedly.

"So who's blowjob was better?  Ben's or Julie's?"

"Uhm, I don't know..."

"I've found guys give head their first time better than girls do.  Guys know
what guys want."

"You've...  Has Ben ever given you.."

"Nope.  He's done stuff with other guys though, but he wasn't doing it because
he wanted to.  I can't tell you anything else about that, but I can tell you he
wanted to do what he did with you, and that was the first time he wanted to do
it with a guy."

"And now he hates me."

"Huh?  Ben doesn't hate you.  He feels guilty for losing control like that.
Ben, Julie, and I talked about this earlier.  He wasn't sure if he liked messing
around with guys, but he knew you were thinking of messing around with him.  You
two were supposed to talk about it before trying anything, but he lost control
and went too far too fast.  So that's why he said what he said.  He didn't mean
to push you away.  He's just confused about what he wants and didn't want to
promise you anything."

"Oh," Greg simply replied.

I remained quiet to give him a chance to process all of that.  We were almost to
his house when I realized he had slipped into a daydream more than serious
thinking, and saw he needed more guidance.

"Greg, Ben wanted me to talk to you about this stuff," I said stretching the
truth.  "Is there someplace private in your house we could talk without being
overheard?"

"Uhm..." he hesitated as the image of me fucking his ass like I had Julie's
passed through his mind.  It had started out to be a warning and had caused a
flash of fear, but ended up getting him excited and he almost gasped when he
realized that.

He studied my face attempting to judge my intentions, then looked down at my
crotch to see if there was a lump.  I made it quite obvious that I noticed his
glance and said, "Now cut that out.  We're not going to do anything but talk."

Greg covered up his hurt feelings pretty good, but I still saw them.

"Besides," I added, "your cousin would kill me if we fooled around before he got
another crack at you."

"Yeah, okay," he said after his shock passed and he saw the joke. "We can talk
down in the gameroom without anyone else hearing."

Greg's house was pretty nice.  The basement was in the middle of being finished,
and the gameroom was one of the few parts completed.  They had two pinball games
and an old Atari 2600 with tons of cartridges, but what interested me the most
was Greg's older sister who had just come out of the new bathroom in only her
underwear.

Just as her concerns about being in her underwear in front of others were being
raised, I issued the commands that removed them.  I had meant to cancel them
before I left, but luckily for her I forgot.

"Greg?" she called.  "Have you seen my hairdryer?  I thought I left it down
here.."

Greg got over his shock of her attire and said, "Mom used it to blow up that air
mattress.  I think she put back it in your room."

"Okay.. Thanks," she said as she walked past us.

"I like your sister," I said after she reached the top of the stairs.  "Ever see
her naked?"

"Shhh!" he said, pulling me into the game room and closing the door.  "You can
hear everything upstairs unless you have one of these going," he whispered while
turning on a pinball machine.

I checked and found no one else home but his sister.   She was drying her hair
and thinking about her date from the night before.

"Well, did you?" I insisted.

"Yeah..  Last summer she and I went skinny dipping with Ben and a couple of
other cousins."

"Oh yeah.  Ben told me about that.  You were so horny thinking about it that
night, you were humping your pillow while Ben showered and he caught you.
That's when he showed you about jerking off, isn't it."

"I can't believe he told you all that..  Are you two that good of friends?"

"Let's just say we both know this girl that is very important to us, and we've
talked about a lot of shit while we're both with her."

"Julie."

"Nope.  Her name is Suzi actually...  You still like girls too, right?"

"I guess.."

He was having trouble understanding his own feelings.  Greg kept thinking about
me fucking Julie in the ass, wondering what it felt like from both positions.
Then he remembered the sixty-nining he and Ben had done, and suddenly we was
imagining himself in Julie's position with me fucking his ass, Ben fucking his
mouth, and Julie's ass fucking his dick.

"Greg?" his sister said opening the door.  "Mom and Dad aren't going to be here
for dinner so we're supposed to order pizza.  What do you want on yours?"

Greg snapped out of his daze from the sight of his sister in a black lace bra
and panties and wearing nothing else.  I had caught the fact she had worn
something similar to the date last night, but hadn't noticed that she had felt
horny enough to put something else sexy on.

"P-p-pepperoni," he said.  "Gloria..  Why are you... half naked?"

"What do you mean?" she said checking me out a little.  "And is your friend
saying for pizza?"

Oh man, she was hot looking.  Gloria had a great body with a pretty face and
nice tits.  She was a college freshman living at home and working part time on
the weekends.  Her steady boyfriend had taken her cherry in eleventh grade, and
except for giving Ben and another cousin a few blow jobs that past summer, she
had been completely faithful.  Ken, her boyfriend, was starting to get a little
restless with their somewhat routine sex, and her sexy underwear had been a
great hit the night before.  Gloria was concerned about losing her lover to
another girl whom he had admittedly fucked twice before while their relationship
had gone on the skids for a short period.  She suspected he had done it a few
times since then, but didn't have any proof and didn't really want to know.

"If it's okay, I'd like to very much," I inserted before Greg could answer.
"I'll even chip in."

"Oh, you don't have to.. er.."

"Tim."

"Hi. I'm Gloria, but I guess you gathered that.  Nice car, by the way."

"Thanks... Uhm, are you like a model or something?"

"What?  No.  Why?"

"It's just you look like one.  Especially wearing hot black lace underwear.  I
bet you got them at Laughernights."

"How did you know that?"

"I bought some for my girlfriend last week, but she didn't look as good as you
in them.  Seriously."  Liar.

"Oh?  So what else did you buy your girlfriend there," she said interested in my
male perspective.

"They had this really awesome looking black teddy that had a great weave to it.
You could see just enough without actually seeing it all, if you know what I
mean.  Suzi did a striptease for me and Joey, and then we spent nearly three
hours just kissing and stuff.  We never did get it off of her...  It was just
too hot looking."

I was telling her exactly what she was hoping to hear.  Ken tended to get tired
of the foreplay very quickly, never spending more than twenty minutes before he
was pumping away.  And it appeared Ken was responsible for the repetitive nature
of their love making sessions.  Gloria never got to be on top or have much to do
but groan, and had only orgasmed on three separate occasions during their two
years of weekly fucking.

But he was a gentle and otherwise very loving guy, so she lived with the lack of
sexual satisfaction and made do with the love they frequently shared.  She had
made filling her own sexual needs second to fulfilling his, and her latest
attempt to do that was by buying some exciting underwear.

"Wait right here.  I'll be right back," Gloria said excitedly before running to
and up the stairs.

"Now what?" Greg said before noticing my smile.  "Don't get any ideas about my
sister.."

"Too late for that, but don't worry.  I'm not going to touch her," I said.  Then
I thought to myself "You are."

Instead of waiting there as she had told us to, we went upstairs to the living
room, and waited for her to come down the hall from her bedroom.  When she did,
Greg gave out a loud gasp and a few moments later was trying to shuffle his
hardon from its rather uncomfortable pinned position.

"Wow.  That's the exact same teddy I got Suzi," I lied.  "Shit, you look hot.  I
wish Suzi could have tits like that.  Hell, I wish Suzi had a body like that."
Okay, so that part wasn't a complete lie, but I wouldn't want Suzi any different
than she is/was.

"Does it really turn you on that much?" she said very happy with my response so
far.

"Hell yeah.  I'm rock hard from just looking at ya..  Your own brother couldn't
resist you in that outfit."

That made the two siblings look at each other for a few moments before they
diverted their eyes and blushed.  Each of were recalling a separate instance
where they had been turned on by the other.

Gloria had caught him jerking off in his room a few months ago and had partly
wanted to show him what a girl could do for a guy.  Ever since then, she looked
upon her little brother differently, and wished to openly discuss sexual matters
with him in hopes to gain more insight and to share her own with him.  

Greg had watched her shower a few times in the new basement bathroom, and had
even watched her and Ken fuck once from her closet.  He didn't want knowledge,
per se, he had just wanted her.  But recently he had been becoming more obsessed
with Ben, and hadn't actually thought about his sister sexually for over a
month.  However, she was his first sexual icon, so as he stood there having
conflicting thoughts about what had happened earlier today, he couldn't help but
have those old desires flare up.

"So, are we ordering pizza?" I said to bring them both to the present.

"Oh.. Yeah we are.  Just give me a minute to change into something less..."

"Comfortable?" Greg suggested.  "Come on Gloria.  It's not like we haven't
already seen you in it."  Greg was letting his confidence grow with his lust,
and wanted to do more than just look.

"Ha!  If you think for one minute I'm going to meet the pizza boy wearing this
thing, you're crazy.  But if you really want me to stay like this, go and put on
the swim suit Aunt Lois sent you.  I'm not...  Hey! where you going?"

"To put on my swimming suit..."

"I was only kidding!" Gloria said with a slight panic in her voice.

"Yeah, you better be careful," I said to her after he disappeared in his room.
"He does have the hots for you ya know."

"Did he tell you that?"

"Not exactly," I said as an idea formed.  "Uhm, when are your parents coming
home?"

"Not until around ten.  Why?"

"And you're not going out tonight, right?"

"I wasn't planning on it.  Hey! Don't get any ideas.  Ken's the only guy for
me."

"Yeah, I know.  But your brother is having a hard time figuring out what he
wants sexually, and you might be able to help more than Ben or I can."

"Ben?  So that's why Greg's been going over there so much.  What are they doing?
looking at playboys together?"

"Actually, Greg's been...  Since he's about to interrupt, he can tell you."

"Okay Gloria.  Here I am!" Greg said wearing a woman's string bikini.  Obviously
the bikini top had nothing to hold up, but the bottom front didn't even touch
his waist because his boner pushed it out so much.  Not only could you see the
very tip of his dick's head, but a small portion of each ball was visible on the
sides.

"How do I look?" Greg said with an evil smile.

"I can't believe you did that.  You look...." she stopped.

"So do you," Greg sharply replied.

"Greg, what have you been doing over at Ben's?"

"Uhm, well, we play video games and hang out and stuff..  Why?"

"Tim was telling me you've been having some... problems with sex?"

"Hey!" he glared at me.  "You shouldn't tell her stuff like that!"

"Why not?  You two are perfect to help each other.  Gloria needs a guy to test
things out on before she uses them on Ken, and you need someone to guide you in
figuring out what sex is right for you.  Greg, there is a whole lot more to sex
than just giving and receiving blowjobs."

"What?" Gloria said, not sure she heard right.

"Shut up!" Greg said frowning while clenching his fists.  I could feel the anger
rise inside him, and saw an opportunity.

"Did you say giving blowjobs?" Gloria asked me.

"Yeah.  He and Ben did a little sixty-nining earlier today."

"SHUT UP!" Greg said shoving me to the floor.

"And until you came out of the bathroom in your underwear, he was hoping that I
would fuck his ass."

"You FUCKER!" Greg cried as he started trying to kick me. "Mother fucker son of
a bitch!"

"Are you saying my brother is GAY?"

"I'm NOT GAY!"

"No, he's bi."

"BI?" she said with disgust.

"Yes, bi.  It's not a dirty word.  Greg, stop trying to kick me.  It's not going
to work, dude.  You're too much of a wimp."

Greg started to really try his hardest to put his foot through my gut, but I was
controlling the blows so they always either missed or were deflected by my arms
and hands.

"GREG!" Gloria said taking hold of Greg's shoulders and turning him to face her.
"Stop that!  And tell me he's making it up.  Tell me this is a joke."

Greg was sweating and breathing hard from his violent attempts to kick the
living shit out of me.  When he finally looked at his sister in the eye, he
found himself frozen in her gaze, his anger diminishing as his desire rose
again.

Gloria became very aware of the hot, sweaty and somewhat muscular bare shoulders
she had a firm grip on.  His breath suddenly became the only sound in the room,
and the only scent was a musky odor that hinted at his earlier sexual
experience.

Greg finally lowered his gaze, just to find the sight of her teddy increasing
his arousal.  He felt his hand being drawn to her right breast by an
irresistible force from within him.  It was so strong I had to check to see if
someone was manipulating him without my knowledge, only to find it to be an old
jerkoff fantasy of his coming to life.

Greg's eyes met hers again just before his hand reached it's destination.  He
saw something in her eyes that time.  Something he wasn't expecting to see, but
was relieved to discover it was there.  He knew what it was for he had seen it
in his own eyes when he had glanced at his reflection in a mirror once while
masturbating.

The small look in her eye exploded into a face full of sexual desire.  I felt a
dam I hadn't detected before burst and crumble within her, releasing a flood of
sexual desires and fantasies all involving her little brother who had been HER
first sexual icon.  Before Ken started dating her in her freshman year of high
school, Gloria had used her prepubescent brother as the focus of her own early
sexual fantasies.  The tidal wave of those old feelings washed every thought
from her mind and sent her into motion.

Before I had realized what was going on, Gloria had closed the gap between them,
planted her lips on Greg's while sending her hand down to his barely restrained
crotch.  And by the time I had gathered what had happened, Gloria had pushed her
willing brother to the floor and was rubbing her entire body against his.

If she had only been fueled by her old sexual passions, I would have stopped
them from proceeding any further because she would have never forgiven herself
later. But I noticed she was not only driven by her old fantasies, but by her
current sexual frustrations as well.  

Gloria was clearly being the aggressor, easily overpowering her younger brother
and preventing him from running the show.  As Greg continued to try to get his
lips down to a breast,  Gloria rubbed her body up and down his, finally managed
to slip his dick into the entrance of her love tunnel.

Greg froze and looked desperately at his sister's own desperate face.  His face
made an expression that made him look like a child, driving Gloria over the edge
to finish the penetration and taking Greg's virginity as she had dreamed several
years before.

But then her current needs took over, and using her own past experiences, Gloria
knew she had to build her orgasm slowly to achieve maximum pleasure.  Greg was
helpless to argue, and soon submitted to letting her do what she wanted without
urging her to quicken the pace.

Her initial speed reminded me strongly of the twins, and I saw we would be here
for a while.  I ordered the pizzas and watched with partial interest as she
slowly increased her speed.

By the time the pizzas arrived, Gloria was just getting to what I would have
considered an acceptable fucking speed.  I ate pizza while watching her momentum
build in spurts of energy, Greg still helplessly gasping and giving out a moan
once in a while.  To have so much stimulation without any control over its
delivery was almost torture for him, but it was the kind of sex he would seek
out after nearly two years of his sister taking her sexual frustration out on
him.

Of course that was unknown to me at the time, and as I finished my last piece,
I watched Gloria cum in a long and deep moan that made me shake with pleasure at
its sound.  I restrained myself from going over to her settling ass and using my
dick on it to get another wonderful moan from her, but I didn't hesitate to feel
its ripeness before rolling the unconscious woman off her brother.

Greg opened his eyes and smiled weakly saying, "Are we there yet?"

"Heh.  You sure took a lot.  How many times did you cum anyway?"

"I don't know.  I can't remember.  Six, I think.  I'm pooped, and I didn't do
anything."

"Well, your pizza is getting cold, and so is your sister.  You take care of the
pizza, I'll take care of your sister."

"Uhm..  You're not going to try.."

I smiled at him and said, "If I had wanted to try something, don't you think I
would have by now?"

"Maybe...  If she isn't going to wake up for pizza, maybe you should just put
her in her bed for now.  Shit, I'm hungry.  But I gotta go pee first."

I carried Gloria into her bedroom and laid her down in her queen size bed.  When
I turned to leave, I felt a surge of lust come from her sleeping mind.  I peeked
to find her dreaming of giving Ken a blowjob in her new teddy.  After checking
on Greg and finding him asleep on the throne, I laid down next to her and sent
the commands.

Her eyes opened and blinked a few times before her mind saw her lover instead of
me laying beside her.  Her glassy eyes moved to gaze at my crotch, then she
suddenly moved towards it in jerky motions.  Gloria's hands felt their way to
the snap and zipper, her face pointed down between her arms as she struggled
against her sleepiness.  She had to stop and rest several times, finding it
extremely difficult to move her body since in every sense she was still
completely asleep.

Once she had my dick free, she had no trouble getting her mouth wrapped around
it. But after a few good strong suck and tongue actions, her mouth simply took
up a repeating pattern of gentle suckily motions that babies use to get their
milk.

I got bored with that very quickly.  But instead of using my powers, I played
out the role.

"Gloria, your tongue feels so good... Could you use it a little more?"

Her small tongue movements were very disappointing, so I tried again.

"Honey, I'd love it if you could suck a little harder."

Again her response was a let down, so I tried a different approach.

"Oh baby, I want you to suck it.  Suck it and lick it and make me squirm.  I
want you to taste my dick like never before, feel it surge and pulse.  God I
want you to suck out my spunk and taste its flavor, and then swallow it all
down."

That worked.  Her mouth came alive with energy and began sucking and tonguing
like a pro, feeding off my precum like a nursing pup, then allowed my cum to
overflow her mouth so she could savor the flavor afterwards.

She managed to clean up the mess before she conked out on me, but I was
satisfied and let her slip back into a deep sleep.

I cleaned up their memories so they wouldn't remember me but would recall
everything they had done.  Before I left, I woke them both up so they could at
least eat their pizza and get dressed before their parents came home.

(Gloria actually started modeling a few months later.  She quit her other job
and moved into her own place, then moved into a bigger place which she shared
with her boyfriend once she started making good money.  The teddy she had worn
that night for me and Greg started her fetish with sexy underwear.  Her third
modeling job was for women's underwear, and that had been the beginning of a
very successful lingerie modeling career, partially because she didn't mind
people seeing her in very revealing underwear.  

She never posed nude, but some of the stuff she wore didn't leave much to the
imagination.  But because there was always that remaining tease in the minds of
the photographers, they constantly called her back for another try at getting
her as naked as they could.  They never succeeded.  Well, okay.  One did.

After I recognized her in a catalog about a year later, I caught up with her and
Greg and enjoyed a private lingerie show.  I was kind of surprised to find that
Greg also had formed the same fetish, probably caused by the women's swim suit
he had worn when she had taken his virginity.  He had his own secret wardrobe of
women's undergarments that he wore whenever he and his sister got together for a
mutual show and fuck.

I also learned that Greg and Ben had never done anything else sexually with each
other.  Greg had his mind on his sister, while Ben's guilt turned into distaste
for male to male sex.

Despite her successful modeling career, Gloria stayed in school and didn't allow
herself to accept the passes other men made at her.  She married Ken after her
Junior year of college, and ended her fucks with her brother.  Gloria had
managed to break Ken into letting her do half of the work, and as far as I know
they are still happily married with two kids and a separate closet full of her
teddies.)

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

Chapter X:  10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal
(hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal)

"Good morning, LeAnne," I said as I walked up to our private room and found her
waiting outside the door.

"Good morning," she echoed.  "You wanted to talk to me about something...  Could
you remind me what about?"

"Sure," I said unlocking the door.  "But first, come on in and get comfortable.
I've excused you from all your classes today, and I've had the class officers
meeting rescheduled for next week."

She stood at the door giving me quite a probing stare, quickly coming to the
conclusion I was serious, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with
it.

"Whatever you wanted to talk to me about will have to wait.  You had no right
to.."

I looked in her eyes and said, "Remember.. after school you were driving home
feeling that loneliness overtake you...  Remember...  Fine road, that curve,
that tree...  You would have killed yourself if I hadn't stopped you.."

The color in her face slowly returned as I led her to the lazy boy and handed
her a glass of a clear juice that my father had recently come across.  Apart
from its tingly pleasant taste and clear appearance, there was nothing unusual
about the juice.

"Feel better?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

Again, her eyes appeared to probe for my intentions, so I gave her a little help
by making eye contact and forming an empathic connection.  Her eyes went wide
for a moment as she felt my presence, but she quickly took advantage of the
situation and attempted to feel out any malice or deception.

When she had finished her probe, I closed the connection and repeated, "Feel
better?"

"A little," she said softly.  Then in a stronger voice she said, "What was
that?"

This time it was my turn to give her a probing look.  Of course the look was
only for show since I knew exactly what she was thinking at all times.  But she
had expected it, and I didn't want her to freak out.  But then I probably
couldn't freak her out, so I decided the best thing to do was to tell her the
truth.

"I'm empathic.  I can share my feelings with others, and feel what others are
feeling too."

"Empathic..  If I remember correctly, empaths are supposed to be mute, and have
the ability to heal others by transferring the injury to their own body where
they heal it at a greater rate than others could.  If you can talk, then I
suppose you can't heal others."

"Huh.. I didn't know any of that.  I do know of two empaths that are a lot
stronger than I am, and they're mutes.  And when Joey and I form a share link,
you could say we can heal each other or anyone else we add to the link, but
we've never tried it with scrapes and bruises."

LeAnne's mind began forming questions in a logical format, already forgetting
the purpose of what I had asked her here for.  But as the first question started
to form on her lips, the bell rang, reminding her she was missing class for a
reason.

"So I take it you are going to play psychologist and try to figure out what is
wrong with me?"

"Nope.  I already know what's wrong with you."

"Oh?  And what's that?"

"I'll tell you if you really want me too, but you won't accept my.. er..
diagnosis.  I would rather just show you."

"Show me?  I want to know first, then if you can explain why, you can show me."

I sighed and sat back in the chair I was sitting in. 

"I can't explain it to you without showing it to you.  You just wouldn't believe
me or understand it any other way.  And I would prefer showing you the why
before telling you the what."

"Tell me the what, and the how, then if I don't think you are trying to pull
something, I'll let you show me the why even if I don't believe the what."

I told her, and as expected she didn't believe me.  And when I told her the how,
she got a bit upset.

"HYPNOTIZE ME?!?"

"I only want to give you some experiences that you never actually had that
involve having a good friend.  That's all."

"THAT'S ALL?!?  You have to be nuts to think I'd fall for that.  First of all,
you couldn't hypnotize me.  I studied hypnosis and know you wouldn't be able to
put be into a trance without my cooperation.  And I'm not going to cooperate."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a male, and as I understand, you are very.. active sexually.
I'm not going to be tricked into something.. primitive."

"You're wrong.  You know why?  Because I don't find you attractive.  Good enough
reason for you?"

"No.  Males instinctively will try and take advantage of a female no matter what
they look like."

"Okay.  So what makes you think I couldn't take advantage of you right this
moment?"

"Lay a finger on me and I'll break your arm," she said cold and serious.

"LeAnne, I'm not interested in anything but helping you.  Really.  Let me give
you a hypothetical situation.  If I could make you take off your shoes and throw
them out the window without you realizing it, would you then believe that I
could also make you do something like take your clothes off?"

"That is ridiculous.  You couldn't do it."

"But do you believe if I had you throw your shoes out the window, making you
have to go barefoot the rest of the day, do you think I could equally make you
strip?"

"Maybe.  But I doubt it."

"What about if you threw your bra out along with your shoes?"

"I really don't like what you're suggesting, hypothetical as it maybe.  And none
of this is relevant to.."

"So if I could do that to you, what would stop me from doing that or even going
further with you?"

"I'm not going to put up with this any longer.  If you don't have anything else
to.." she said before someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," I said.

"Uhm, do these belong to someone in here?" Mr. Carlton, a history teacher asked
holding up a pair of shoes.

LeAnne's just stared at her shoes in his hand, afraid to look down at her feet
which she could tell were bare.  But when a janitor appeared behind Mr. Carlton
holding a bra, she gave out a small shriek and felt her braless chest through
her top.

I thanked the delivery boys when I took their parcels and sent them back on
their way.  I felt LeAnne's probing eyes on me again before I turned around to
hand them to her, but when we made eye contact she dropped her gaze immediately.

Her hand was shaking a little when she reached out to take back her property, so
I said, "I didn't mean to frighten you.  Do you understand that I could have
just as easily made you have sex with me without you ever knowing it?"

"Who says you haven't already?"  She said shakily.

"I do," I sighed.  "Now think about it.  Why would I go through all this trouble
just to trick you while you're hypnotized.  And there...  Now you can remember
taking off your shoes and bra and throwing them out the window."

She recalled the events, finding some assurance when she realized I had made her
remove her bra under the cover of her loose fitting top.  I hadn't seen anything
I shouldn't have.

After twenty or so minutes convincing her I wasn't trying to trick her, she
finally agreed.  No sooner than she gave me her permission, I used my empathic
power to lower her into a deep hypnotic trance.

I took her back to the earliest memory fragment, then took her back even further
to her time of birth.  She had no memory of this event of course, but it was a
simple matter of using our combined knowledge and imagination to create the
images and sounds of emerging from her mother's birth canal into the world of
the living.  

The week before, my mother and I were at the hospital waiting for her test
results concerning her options of having another baby.  A woman in labor was
rushed past us, and my mother had suggested that I use my telepathic abilities
to experience what it was like to be born.  

I used that knowledge to give LeAnne as accurate of a memory as possible of her
own birth.  The experience wasn't necessarily a wonderful one, but it gave me a
different view on life, and I figured it would help her do the same.

I used her memories of photographs to reconstruct her toddler years.  Her
memories didn't contain any physical affection from her parents, but there was a
lot of love and support, and I fudged a bit by using some of her memories of her
parents with her younger sister during her sister's infant years.

All of this was just to give her a better background before I entered the
picture myself.

I sought out memories of her playmates as a child, finding she hadn't had many
since her family had lived in a remote area in Arizona.  But the few I did find,
I managed to convince her to imagine myself as a little boy playing with her
along side her other friends.  I planted my presence throughout her childhood
without making me stand out or adding any other experiences.

When we reached her family making their move the summer before her freshman
year,  I stopped adding my image to her memories and brought her out of her
trance.

"Did you do it?" she asked after sitting up.  "What did you do anyway?"

"Just trust me, okay?  How do you feel?"

"I'm fine.  I.." she started.

"What?" I asked, faking concern.

"I just realized you remind me of someone I used to know," she said
concentrating on my face.

"Really?  Who?"

"I'm not really sure.  He was always around where I grew up, but I don't
remember his name.  He used to always play in the sand box with me, but we never
really..  What?"

"I just had the same feeling you had.  I loved playing in the sandbox, and...
Shit.  Did you use to go to Saint Elmo Elementary?"

"YES!  You mean.."

"Howdy, neighbor.  The name's Tim."

We spent nearly an hour talking about her home town and other kids that lived
there.  Of course I was mostly using her memories to keep up my side of the
conversation, but I did make up a few things that jived with her perceptions of
those childhood friends.  It was eerie the way she seemed like an old friend to
me.  I mean, that's what she was supposed to feel about me, but I didn't imagine
I would feel it for her as well.

When the bell rang announcing the end of the third period, she stopped her chit
chat and stared into space a few moments.

"What's the matter, LeAnne?" I asked with concern.

She looked at my face, then quickly looked away, trying to hide her face as her
control over her emotions started to fail.

She suddenly stood up facing way from me and said, "I wish we had never moved
out  here.  I feel like my whole life is back there, in Tannahoe.  I've don't
have a single... friend here."

I walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back while I said, "Sure you do.
Me.  I'll be your friend."

I felt her emotions start to swell, but then suddenly she saw through my entire
plan.  She knew what I had done, but not why I had done it.  She clamped down on
her emotions and visibly stiffened before turning around to face me.

"You bastard," she said with a coldness that made me almost shiver.

"What?  I didn't do anything but attempt to become a friend who you could talk
to.  You were doing so.."

"FRIEND?  You're not my friend.  Children need friends to learn the social
skills to interact with others.  I'm not a child, and you're not my friend."

"Wrong!  I am your friend.  You're just not.. What's wrong?"

"I'm dizzy," she said sitting down looking pale.  LeAnne visibly shuddered a few
moments later, then sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.

After my attempt of relieving her loneliness by coming a long lost friend had
failed, she had been struggling against the surge of despair that had resulted.
The stress from constantly battling her emotions had finally caught up with her,
but as I watched, LeAnne systematically regained control of herself while
relaxing to reduce the stress.

Her self control was remarkable.  I was actually learning a few pointers from
her when I realized her stubborn resolve to never succumb to her emotional needs
was the true source of her problems.

Several years before, LeAnne had learned how to control her emotions and decided
she was a much better person without them clouding her thinking.  She later
realized that if she gave into her emotions after staying disattached from them
so long, she would never be able to suppress them again.

But her mistake was thinking she could live like that.  LeAnne's idea of a
perfect human being resembled Vulcans on Star Trek.  She believed that the human
race had evolved to the point where it was time to leave behind our old animal
instincts and move into the world of logic and reason.  Her critical error was
not realizing that no matter how much we could evolve, we were still animals in
many ways and emotions were vital to our well being.

LeAnne needed to lose that tight control over her feelings.  And the only way I
saw to do that without causing a long and drawn out depression was to let her
experience the feelings of sharing with someone close without allowing it to
turn into something sexual.

There was only two people I knew who could help me do this, and in LeAnne's case
it had to be Suzi.

Suzi came in quietly just as I finished putting LeAnne to sleep.

"So how are we going to be helping her by snuggling up to each other?" Suzi
asked when I sat back and relaxed.

"I'm going to let her feel everything you're feeling emotionally and physically.
She'll see, hear, smell and taste what you do, and have all the emotions that
you have while we give each other a little lovin'."

"So..  It will be like a two way?"

"No, not really.  She won't know what you're thinking, and you won't feel
anything from her.  She'll just feel everything you do.  Is that okay?"

"Yes, that's fine.  She wouldn't want to know how much of a bitch I think she
is."

"Heh.  Well that might change after we're through."

I prepared the links as Suzi pulled the bed out of the sofa.  This was the first
time I had ever attempted to use my empathic powers to link two people without
including myself, and I found that I couldn't do it.  After several minutes of
considering my options, we decided to try just the telepathic links and see if
LeAnne's own emotions responded the way I hoped they would.

I activated the links, then reached my hand out to Suzi to pull us together for
a hug.  

Damn she smelled good.  Suzi's scent was a natural soft and sweet one, but it
was amplified by the clean smelling perfume she was wearing along with the
shampooy odor of her hair.  For a moment I considered switching the link to me
when my feelings for Suz seemed to bloom from the pleasure my nose was
receiving,  but I found I was having a similar effect on Suzi and decided she
was still the best candidate for the job.

My hands rubbed her back as she sighed and relaxed her head on my shoulder.  I
made no passes with my hands that could have been interpreted as sexually
motivated,  but couldn't help give her a few gentle kisses on the neck and
cheek.  I wasn't sure how LeAnne would interpret them, but I allowed them to
happen because they were from the heart, not from the crotch. 

Since we were standing at the foot of the fold out bed, I picked Suzi up and
playfully tossed her on the bed.  Suzi only bounced once before she grabbed one
of pillows she had placed at the head of the bed and flung it into my smiling
face.

I had just enough time to gather my wits and pick the pillow up before I had to
use it as a shield against her frontal pillow assault.  Her blows were fast and
accurate, beating my defenses down while I attempted to stop laughing so I could
give her a decent fight.  I ended up on the floor flat on my back with Suzi's
pillow pinning my face and my own pillow shielding Suzi's belly from any
tickling I might have tried.

I surrendered unconditionally and gasped for breath when she pulled her pillow
away.  Suzi sat on top of me, staddling my waist in an innocent way, while we
talked a little about her birthday party two weeks from that weekend.  Joey and
I were going to spend the night the Friday before and help her decorate for the
party, so we spent some time talking about what she wanted for the party.

After spending fifteen minutes on the floor, I sat up to relax my cramping neck
muscles that had been holding my head up enough so I could see her.  Suzi had
been leaning back against my legs and the edge of the bed, but sat up when I
did, placing our faces inches from each other's.

Her eyes were so bright, and her face so beautiful at that moment, it took every
once of will power not to press my lips against hers and release my growing urge
to make love.

Suzi kissed my nose then stood up.  I took her hand she held out to me, and
didn't let go after she helped me up.  We stood there in front of the bed
feeling the other's hands caress ours, our eyes glancing to the other's faces to
get a quick look of our loving expression before quickly returning to our hands.
The feelings between us were making it increasingly difficult to keep our hands
on neutral ground.

Our eyes met accidentally and locked on each other while our bodies felt
themselves drawn together like two magnets.  Our arms wrapped around each
other's waists, then our eyes closed as our lips finally joined together in a
powerful yet unrushed kiss.

The kiss was as pure as a kiss could be, lasting longer than most people spend
having sex, and we had ended the kiss only because we had nearly fallen over
from swaying back and forth for several minutes.  

Suzi gently pulled me onto the bed as she laid down on it herself, our eyes
never breaking their renewed contact until they closed once more for another
kiss.  Our bodies pressed themselves together as our hands roamed freely over
them.

Our long kiss ended into a series of small gentle kisses before we stopped and
rested with our foreheads touching.  I sent my right hand down her arm and
brought her hand up to my lips to kiss.  I saw her goosebumps rise up on her arm
as I planted my first kiss on a knuckle, and felt my own rise as her other hand
brushed my cheek.

Again our eyes met, flooding each other's eyes with the love flowing between us.
No words were spoken as we closed the gap again, but this time we just held each
other, feeling each other's hearts beat as we let time trickle by in complete
peace.

After laying caressing and snuggling for almost an hour, I looked at Suzi and
said, "I love you."

"I love you," she replied before moving to kiss me again.

Something in the way Suzi stretched after that kiss ended told me she was in the
mood to start something a little less innocent.  I quickly confirmed this, then
checked LeAnne's condition intending to close the links if she had had enough.

Her tears had been drying for some time, having worked out her remorse and
loneliness as Suzi and I had laid there.  LeAnne's emotions had succeeded in
their struggle to be felt, relieving the pressure she had been building for four
years simply by crying.  The experience of the love Suzi and I had been sharing
had quickly overwhelmed her control while giving her the answer she needed.

Humans had evolved beyond allowing their desires and lusts to control them, but
not by losing these drives that were once necessary for the species to survive.
LeAnne discovered that these drives instead had evolved with us to making our
lives worth living while we obtained more knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the
next generations.

LeAnne had accepted how wrong she had been to consider all emotions to be
unfavorable.  She understood that they added substance to our lives, and the
small penalty in performance was acceptable for the over all quality of life
gained.  LeAnne felt as if she had made the most important discovery in her
lifetime.  Little did any of us know this was just the first of many of such
personal discoveries, and only the beginning of a long voyage that I wound up
navigating for her.

As Suzi pulled herself on top of me and initiated another kiss, I altered the
links so LeAnne could terminate them if she so desired, then turned my attention
to the tongue which was requesting permission to enter my oral cavity.

I granted permission, then sent my hands down to her wiggling ass for a squeeze.
Suzi responded by pressing her crotch into my rapidly growing one, stimulating
me to run my hand across her backside, probing her ass with my fingertips
through her clothes.

Another surge of pressure against my lumpy crotch was followed by Suzi's mouth
pulling away from mine as she got up on her arms and started humping her crotch
against mine in a slow erotic way.

We both quickly worked up a sweat, prompting us to start removing each other's
clothing.  I stayed on my back after she had lowered my pants and stripped off
my shirt.  Suzi had gotten used to just letting her male slaves decide how to
pleasure her, but I felt she needed to start using her wonderful initiative
talent more.  We both kept our underwear on for the time being, having made this
rule to never remove them if there was a risk of pregnancy.

Out of all the times Suzi and I had made love, had sex, or just simply fucked
each other's brains out for the animal pleasure of it, there had been no risk of
pregnancy. We were able to control exactly when she started her cycle and always
worked around the window of fertility.  After having triggered her cycle after
four months of worry free sex, Suzi had the worst case of menstrual cramps she
had ever experienced.  She had opted to have her periods every month as she was
supposed to, but always start the cycle on the same day each month.

We both knew she was right smack dab in the middle of her fertile period, and
knew if I somehow slipped and came inside her, she would most likely be a blimp
in nine months.  But I had never cum after putting a block on myself, so for the
first time Suzi took the gamble she never thought she would take.

My attention was on our exchanging of saliva when I first realized my dick was
touching bare skin, and that skin felt awfully wet and good.  Suzi's love hole
easily accepted my surging dick, her pussy haven accepted Ben's larger dick on
countless occasions.  The disappointment from realizing she no longer found my
dick filling as it once had was quickly washed away by the fear of what she was
doing.

"Lock it down, my love.  I trust your control over your shooting finger," she
said before laying heavily into a kiss.

I managed to remember to put the block on my orgasm after my mind had been
flushed away with her savage kiss, then removed her bra and used my magic touch
on her perky pointed tits.

Suzi pushed herself down as hard as she could, attempting to make my dick
penetrate as deeply into her dripping cunt as possible.  My magic touch on her
mammaries had caused her nipples to harden and her orgasm to begin its final
climb.  And in her attempts to make my dick go in deeper, she suddenly found the
tip of my dick's head pressing up against her deepest part.

We stopped and looked at each other with astonishment.  I knew I had been
growing longer, but I never imagined ever reaching the end of the tunnel like
that.  Suzi suddenly started wiggling about, struggling to make my dick head
stretch the end with no success.

Suzi finally gave up and started humping like mad, driving herself up the ramp
towards the peak of her orgasm.  As she approached, she slowed a bit, then
violently rammed herself down and was rewarded by the feeling of my surging dick
barely stretching the fabric of her fuck hole and the triggering of her orgasm.

As her orgasm flowed through her body, my own body was dealing with the pain her
last hump had caused.  Not only had she bruised my balls a little, but her hip
bone had hit mine in such a way it had hurt.

Once I had indicated I needed her to get off, she quickly complied and
apologized.  Her apology was emphasized when she kissed and licked my balls,
then began her wonderful tongue work on the shaft of my dick.

I released the lock on my orgasm, then enjoyed her mouth worshipping my cock and
balls for nearly five minutes before doing a little worshipping myself on her
slimy cunt using my mouth and tongue.  I was fully engrossed in attempting to
bring her to orgasm before she did the same to me when she suddenly deep
throated my dick with a skilled ease, then even managed to suck in one of my
balls before it decided to retract and begin its flushing cycle.

When she started humping my cock deeply into her throat, my eyes opened so wide
in amazement that my eyeballs probably could have popped out.  But my own orgasm
had began a moment later, making my eyes close tightly as I moaned and applied
direct stimulation on her clit.

Suzi's head pulled up as I shot the first stream of my load down her throat,
making the rest of my seed flood into her mouth for her to taste and suck down
with vigor. In the heat of the moment, I overdid my attention to her pleasure
knob and caused her to momentarily shudder from the overload.

As I came down from my sexual high, the sounds of Suzi's sucking became loud and
clear to my ears.  I was instantly aroused again, but not for another blow.

I lubed my left index finger with her excess wetness and wiped it on her rose,
then began the ritual relaxing techniques to loosen her anus for a little butt
fuck.

Suzi moaned as my finger penetrated her ass, then said, "Timmy..  I've been
saving my ass for you and Joey.  I haven't let any of the others fuck my back
door."

I had never heard Suzi talk dirty so freely before.  I loved it.  As I worked my
second finger in, Suzi started fucking my face and fingers,  gasping while
rubbing her face all over my hard cock.

When she was just about ready, Suzi exclaimed, "I'm not empty... Shit, I sorry
Tim."

"That's okay Suzi.  If I get shit on my dick, I'll just have to wash it off
later."

"Oh God.  I can't believe...  Fuck my ass Tim.  Fuck my shitty ass!"

Her words turned me on so much I didn't hesitate to obey them.  Her ass felt as
tight as ever, and naturally caused her some momentary pain when I plunged it
into her.  Suzi was on all fours as I fucked her from the rear, her pain
immediately forgotten as I started my pumping.

All too soon I felt my cum boiling in my balls, but I did nothing to prevent its
release since I had sensed her own orgasm approaching even faster.  When Suzi's
ass shuddered and clenched tightly around my dick's shaft, I rammed into her as
deep as I could and shot my cum in three hard pulses.

Suzi fell forward, causing my dick to come out with a 'smck' sound.  I
surprisingly found it wasn't covered by shit, so I laid down beside her, took
her hand in mine, then kissed the back of her hand like I had earlier.

"Tim?"

"Yeah Suz?"

"That was the best fuck I've had for...  Well, since the last time we had sex."

"Suzi, when did you start saying fuck so much?  You need to watch your mouth.
It turns me on too much."

"That's what Joey said...  I guess being around you two and my three guys.."

"Suz?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you miss the old days sometimes?"

"The old days?"

"Yeah.  You know.  Before we had slaves.  Before we started having sex regularly
with other people."

"Oh Timmy.  You know I will always love you..."

That to me meant that she hadn't, and she realized it as soon as she said it.
She was about to tell me that she had missed the earlier days, but she couldn't
since it wasn't true and I knew it.

"I'm sorry," she said wrapping her arms around me and hugging my chest.  "I
guess I've.."

"It's okay," I interrupted.  "I'm just being selfish.  I guess I feel the same
thing Joey does about you having sex with anyone other that us.  I just kept it
buried under my guilt of doing the same thing you're doing.  But I still miss
the old days anyway."

"You're right.  You're being selfish.  And so is Joey.  I love you two so much I
won't ever let anyone in my back door except you two.  And .." she said before
turning her head so I couldn't see her face.

I probed her thoughts and feelings, then continued for her.

"We haven't promised you anything similar.  But you know what?  Whenever I have
had sex with another woman, I have compared her to you.  Never have I found
someone who I would rather spend my whole life worshipping and loving than you.
Say the word, and I'll make myself never make love or have sex with anyone but
you.  Just say the word and I will become your everlasting sex toy and slave.
I'd give up my life, my freedom, my soul for you.  You and you alone.  You are
my true love, forever yours, forever love."

I felt her tear drip onto my chest, followed by its twin from the other eye.
She knew I was monitoring every thought and feeling she had, so she didn't do
anything but give me a squeeze and a kiss on my chest where she laid.

The next thing we knew, Joey was gently shaking my shoulder, trying his best not
to wake Suzi.

I immediately saw that soft look in his eye, and smiled as he sat down next to
us on the bed.

"Sorry to wake you, but your patient was wandering around asking people to fuck
her in her shitty ass."

"My patient?" I repeated, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"LeAnne?  Remember her?"

"Oh shit..." I said a little too loud and waking Suzi.

"Tim?" Suzi said stretching with her eyes shut.  "Could you get Joey up here?  I
feel like a little group lovin'"

"You rang?" Joey said as he gave Suzi a soft kiss on her cheek.

"MMmm..  Joey, I'm feeling really horny.  Could you fuck my ass?"  Suzi said in
a husky voice as she slipped her puss over my pole.

"Shit," Joey and I both said.

"Please, Joey?  Timmy misses the old days.  And I haven't had a two way fucking
since the last time we did it together."

"Shit, Suzi.  If you keep talking like that, I won't even make it inside you
before I shoot."

I saw the twinkle in Suzi's eyes as she cried out, "Oh!  Timmy.. You got so BIG!
Fuck me Big Tim!  Fuck my slutty cunt.  OH JOEY! HURRY UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEE!"

Joey didn't even finish pulling his pants off.  He fumbled to get it out of his
underpants then almost missed her puckering anus when he did get it out.  Suzi
gave out a small cry from the pain of his quick entry, and then gave another
when he pulled back.  Joey's was still larger around than mine, but I was at
least a good inch longer in length at last check.

Joey and Suzi quickly got into sync, and I started to participate in the humping
motions.  I linked our orgasms together and we all started working towards
getting us over the peak.

We must have really been going at it because the next thing I knew we were
covered in sweat and feeling the cum in our balls start to make it's journey
out.

When I felt the first impulse to spurt, I suddenly remembered Suzi's condition
and panicked.

"GET OFF!" I screamed and commanded as my dick began to launch.  It had passed
the point where I could stop it, so my only option had been to force her off me.

No sooner than my dick's head pulled out of her did a jet of my semen squirted
out onto her crotch.  Joey had not only thrown himself backwards off the bed,
but he landed two feet away from the bed's edge and hit his head fairly hard.
Suzi nearly fell off the bed herself, then took precious moments to balance her
weight and sit up as my cum dribbled across her vagina.

I leapt off the bed towards the drawer of sex aids and lubricants and dug out
the spermicide before Suzi even realized what had happened.  But by the time I
had got back to give her the tube of spermicide, she had already wiped my spunk
away from her opening with the bed sheets and quickly started applying the
spermicide.

"What the fuck was that for?" Joey said holding his hand on the back of his
head.  He pulled his hand away and looked at it, then said, "Shit, I'm
bleeding."

He sat down so I could take a took a look at him, finding he had a small cut,
the beginnings of a large lump, but otherwise he was okay.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind and gave him a hug.

"You'll be okay.  It's just a small cut.  I'm sorry.  It was my fault.  I forgot
that it was that time of the month and didn't put the block on my trigger.  When
I felt it start to blow, I remembered and I guess I panicked.  I'm real sorry,"
I said kissing his cheek and gave him another squeeze.

"That's okay.  I'm not gonna be a baby about it.  Shit.  After the way Suzi
talked to us, I completely forgot myself."

Suzi slid off the bed to crawl onto Joey's lap and said, "I'm sorry too.  I knew
talking dirty would make you both go nuts like that.  I've been practicing with
Ben and the others and...  Joey?  I know you don't like the sex I've been having
with them, but only you and Tim will ever have my back door.  It's my way of
showing you I love you more than any of them."

Joey looked down at her breasts, not actually meaning to look at them
specifically, but he found himself enjoying the view... well anyway, he said,
"Thanks Suz. I... Well, I've sorta been thinking about cooling it with the
others and spending more time with you if you'd let me.  I'd even let Tim make
me never want to have sex with any girl but you."

"Oh Joey..." Suzi said with another pair of tears getting ready to fall.  She
moved so she could put her head on his other shoulder while hugging him like I
was.  

We sat there for a few minutes just one big hugging mess of flesh before Joey
jumped and said, "Holy shit.  I forgot all about LeAnne!"

Joey explained how LeAnne had been walking up and down the halls in a daze and
had asked at least three different guys to fuck her shitty ass before Joey was
able to reach her.  He convinced her to follow him back up to the drawing room
next door, promising her he would fuck her ass as soon as he grabbed a few
things.  The reason he hadn't brought her in the room where we were was because
he wasn't sure how she would react to seeing Suzi and I nude like we were.

I reached out with my mind finding LeAnne had wandered off again, this time
actually wandering outside and found someone willing to do what she asked.
Craig Worth had been going out to his car to leave for his co-op job when she
had walked up to him without a coat or sweater on and asked him to fuck her ass.
The cold had caused her nipples to show, mostly because at one point LeAnne's
dazed mind had removed her bra and had thrown it out the window.

They were just getting into his car when I snapped her out of it and made Craig
forget the whole thing.  I brought LeAnne back up to the room, the three of us
quickly getting dressed before she arrived.

"I should be furious with you," LeAnne said when she opened the door.

"But you're not?" I asked.

"No, I'm too confused to be mad.  I feel better, but I can't explain why.  How
did you do all that?"

"The how isn't important," I stated, reinforcing it with a mental command.
"Just worry about sorting out what you want now, and you'll be okay I think.
Sorry about forgetting about you after Suzi and I.. you know."

"I can't believe I let myself feel all of that.  I kept telling myself I needed
to stop... whatever it was, but I just couldn't make myself do it.  Oh God.  I
asked Mr. Perry to...  to..  Oh my God!"

"Hey," I said when she buried her face in her hands.  "Don't worry about Mr.
Perry or anyone else you asked to fuck your ass.  They don't remember you asking
them.  I've already taken care of that."

I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that Mr. Perry would have loved to
have taken her up on her offer, but he couldn't have said so in public like
that.  During his thirty-five years of teaching, Mr. Perry had managed to have
sex with at least fifteen of his teenage girl biology students, and at one time
had three girls in the sack with him at the same time.  But he hadn't had much
success for the past seven years, having only gotten a blow job last year from a
girl failing his class.  She had come to him and offered it in exchange for a
passing grade.

Seeing Mr. Perry as a pretty decent guy, never having forced anything on his
lovers or done anything that I felt was really wrong, I made a note to myself to
see about helping him get some before he retired at the end of the year.

I checked LeAnne out to see if there was anything I needed to fix and to find
out what had happened exactly.  It turns out LeAnne's subconscious had been so
absorbed in Suzi's and my sexual activity that she had almost been brainwashed
into having the sex again.  I had put her into the dream state so her conscious
mind could actively process Suzi's physical experience like in a dream, but her
subconscious had been left in control otherwise.

Seeing there wasn't anything to do but wait for LeAnne to work things out for
herself, I explained this to her and told her to come and see me on Monday
sometime so I could make sure she was okay.  LeAnne said goodbye and was closing
the door behind her, then paused and frowned.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I was just..  I'm not really sure if you really deserve it.. I think you have
helped me, so...  I'm trying to say thank you and just can't...  never mind."
she said in an uncertain tone and closed the door.

"Fuck," I said to an empty room.

It was Friday, halfway through the last period, and I was tired.  I laid down on
the unmade bed and fell asleep thinking about Suzi's party.

---------------

I had forgotten all about LeAnne by Monday morning.  I was locking our private
room's door after school when a voice called my name.  I was a little surprised
to see LeAnne running towards me with a face of desperation, and she almost
knocked me over when she fell to her knees and started to cry trying to tell me
something that I wasn't getting a word of.

"LeAnne! What is it?  Stop crying and just tell me?"

She managed to gather enough self control to whimper, "I'm losing control..
Please help me?"

I knelt on the floor and tried to comfort her while she sobbed.  When she had
worked out enough of her emotions to calm down a bit, I opened the door again
and took her inside.

"Ever since having that sex thing with you, I haven't been able to stop thinking
about it.  I've had flashbacks, daydreams, and all day today I have had problems
keeping my eyes off of boys and even had to stop myself from... touching myself
during lunch.  I don't want to be doing any of this, but...  my animal is taking
over..."

"Your animal?  I understand what you're talking about, but I don't think you can
separate yourself into what is animal and not animal.  That to me is just going
to lead you back to your original problem."

"It doesn't matter.  I can't stop it anymore.  I almost tried to touch Rich
Ambaster's butt just to see how it felt.  This morning I only had problems with
keeping my eyes from wandering to the guys, but it got worse and worse and
worse... See?" she said after her hand landed in my lap and squeezed my thigh.

"I can't stop myself from doing it.  I feel like someone else is running my
body."

"Does it make you feel good to do it?" I asked allowing her hand to work it's
way towards my crotch.

"NO!  It makes me.. well, it doesn't make me feel anything.  I just know I'm not
supposed to do it, but I can't help it.."

"Shit.  You didn't even feel Suzi's orgasms.  I see what you mean.  I think you
have developed a separate consciousness of some kind and it's working against
your intelligent one.  Yep.  The animal inside you isn't letting you feel
anything good until you give it what it wants.  Very interesting."

"Interesting?!?  Are saying I have multiple personalities?!?"

"No.. Not personalities.  Just.. Well, let me put it in the terms you've been
thinking of them.  You separated your desires and drives into two categories,
the good and the bad, then suppressed anything you had put in the bad category.
A lot of those things you were suppressing were not actually bad, like sexual
attraction and wanting to have close friends.  So now that I helped you see you
need a lot of them and made you experience some of them, it looks like your
subconscious is siding with the feelings you've been suppressing all this time."

"But how do I get control back?  I'm just getting worse.  I think I'm about to
unzip your pants.."

"I'm not sure you can," I said as my zipper went down.  "I could make you keep
control, but then you wouldn't really be in control as much as being unable to
do certain things except under certain conditions."

"There has to be something else you can do," she said as she struggled to keep
her hand out of my pants.

"Maybe.. I can't think of anything right now," I said as her hand won and
squeezed my crotch through my underwear.  "There probably are several ways to
let you take control back without me interfering.  You probably should go see a
shrink.  I don't want to make you any worse than.."

"I think I know of a way," she said after suddenly finding herself able to pull
her hand back.  "Give me a moment to think about it."

I waited patiently for nearly ten minutes, before she looked into my eyes and
said with complete seriousness, "I need you to teach me how to be a.... what is
the word... a slut."

My mouth fell open from the shock.

"Excuse me?  What did you say?" I asked as I scanned her mind.

"It's a form of desensitizing myself to what the animal wants.  From what I have
seen, you're more than qualified to train me like a slut, and I suppose I trust
you to not take advantage of me.  As long as I am doing what the animal wants
without giving it control while I do it, I'll be able to keep myself from doing
it when I don't want to."

"Shit.  You're serious.  And I think you're right.  But... Are you sure?  I mean
what if.."

"Don't say it.  I already considered all the possibilities.  I need your help,
and I offer to be your slut for as long as it takes.  The deal is you stop me if
I lose control, but otherwise make me do everything that isn't harmful to me you
can think of."

We discussed this for several hours before she finally convinced me.

"I don't think this will be too hard," she said as we walked down the hall.

"Oh?" I said surprised.

"Well, how hard could it be?"

"Girl, you don't have a clue, do you.  Well, just remember it was your idea, and
once we start, you won't have a choice but to finish it.  Clear?"

"I've never quit when I've faced a challenge before, I won't this time either."

Before we split company, I said, "Starting tomorrow, your training to be the
sluttiest slut on the planet will begin.  Whether you like it or not."

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