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Attention Archivers and Readers:  

This posting of Chapter 11 (XI) has not been proofread beyond running spell
check and my own meager attempts at proofing it.  My friend, who's uncanny skill
at proofing dramatically improved the quality of previous posts, has not had the
time to proof this due to an increased work load at his job.  

Therefore, please wait until the proofed version is ready before archiving it,
or at least make sure to update your copy when the proofed version is available.

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>This posting contains:

Chapter XI(d):  10th Grade, Spring 1987
      Part 9 - The First Signs of Spring        (mf)
      Part 10 - Jack and the Teddy Bears        (mf)

>The next posting contains:

Chapter XI(e):  10th Grade, Spring 1987
      Part 11 - Ghosts of Lovers Past           (mf oral)
      Part 12 - The Power of Dreams             (mfm)
      Part 13 - Where the Path Leads            (mc mf)
      Part 14 - Prisoners                       (mm)

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Tim, the Teenage MC
Chapter XI, Part 9
The First Signs of Spring
(mf)

As I drove up to the small house with a tall privacy fence in the rear, I found
I would be walking farther than I would have liked.  Not only had Mrs. Johnson's
'study group' taken up the few open spots, but her neighbors each had several
vehicles and there weren't any parking places along the narrow street.

I was already running a bit late, having stayed at school a while longer when
Joey had asked me if I was mad at him or something.  Joey tried to make it
appear the source of his concern was from feeling guilty for allowing Michael to
hypnotize him.  But after spending five minutes of hearing "I know that," while
I explained to him it wasn't his fault, I finally just stopped talking and
waited for him to look me in the eyes.  He knew exactly what I was trying to do,
but he couldn't help but glance up at me, and a moment later I knew the truth
and closed the empathic connection.

We hugged a while and exchanged a few loving kisses, then Joey finally said
thanks and told me I better get going.  I really felt concerned about Joey's
growing attraction towards me and me alone.  I strongly suspected I had adjusted
Joey's perception towards me without knowing it, and that was starting to worry
me a lot.  

(I'm not sure when I first realized that wasn't the case.  Joey had honestly
formed a special set of feelings for me to where the homosexual nature simply
didn't bother him.  He never freely formed those kind of feelings for another
male, and now I wish I had recognized them for what they were instead of
resisting forming similar feelings for him.)

But I let those concerns fade to the background as I wedged my Formula between
two Buicks on the next street over.  I set the car alarm, wishing I could
monitor my car like I could people, then set off towards Mrs. Johnson's
backyard.

The air had that spring feel to it, and I was pretty energetic from the fact I
was wearing shorts for the first time that year.  I rather enjoyed my little
walk through the modest neighborhood, finding a few people out enjoying the
weather just as I was.

I decided to cut through a few yards instead of walking all the way down the
street then back up the other one, but the entire neighborhood seemed to have
those tall privacy fences in their back yards, and I felt a bit conspicuous
opening the gate to a stranger's yard and just walking in.

I had to do that several times before I found one that had a way through to
their neighbor's yard behind them.  The yard still didn't have a gate, but it
did have a nice big tree with an old clubhouse that overhung the two yards.  The
trunk of the tree had wood nailed to it, making a ladder of sorts.  The other
side had part of a thick rope with a few big knots still hanging down, so I
figured it was my best option.

I was half way up when I realized there was someone inside the clubhouse.  I
only hesitated a moment, then made myself invisible to their minds and continued
climbing.

Two girls and boy around twelve were huddled around the opposite side of the
clubhouse, all trying to see through a pair of binoculars.  It took me a moment
to figure out what they were looking at, then chuckled and grabbed the rope to
swing down the other side.

I had a little trouble getting around the very large dog occupying that yard,
but after getting away with no more than a slobbered cheek, I decided I could go
back that way if need be.

I only had to walk two houses down before reaching my destination.  After
ringing the doorbell and not sensing anyone immediately, I walked around to the
gate and entered the back yard where I knew they were.

Just as I had seen through two of the kids' eyes, I found four of Mrs. Johnson's
submissives watching the fifth stand perfectly still while Nancy used two large
feathers on the girl's bare stomach.  Everyone but myself were wearing bathing
suits, and since the only other male was shirtless, I slipped my shirt off and
laid it over a lawn chair before glancing over to the peeping tom and two
tiffanies.

As I stretched and showed off my muscles to the four sets of eyes watching me, I
reached out to the three in the tree and made them able to see me again, then
checked out the five submissive students, finding I didn't know two of them.

"I wondered if you were going to show up," Nancy said as she teased the
seventeen year old's clearly aroused nipples through the material.  "I don't
like tardiness."

A small grin appeared on all five of her playthings' faces.

"Too bad," I said with a grin of my own.  "I was just about to forgive you for
starting without me before you said that."

All six of them looked at me with surprise, and I felt Nancy's anger begin to
rise from my open attempt to dominate her in front of her submissives.

I locked my eyes onto hers and we spent several minutes trying to make the other
look away first.  When I realized she wasn't going to back down while in the
presence of the others, I sighed and said, "I suppose if you overlook my
tardiness, I can forgive you for not waiting for me.  I don't feel like standing
here all day while we try and out stare each other.  Agreed?"

"Then you will submit to me?"

"No," I said, breaking the stare first by looking over at the others watching us
intensely.  "But I won't force you to submit to me.  There's five of them
already.  What good would having a sixth do?"

I looked back at her finding her eyes on her silent toys.  In a surprisingly
soft tone, Nancy asked, "Does anyone have a problem if Tim assists in our fun?"

I couldn't help but grin when Becky immediately announced, "I don't," then gave
her a friendly wink as she felt a small tremor of pleasure pass through her.

"Well I do," Cory said.  

Cory and I had gone to Jr. High together, and while we never done anything
really friendly like, I was surprised to hear him say that.

"Oh?  Why, Cory?" Nancy asked him with concern.

"I don't want to say," he said a little less sure of himself.

"You're right," I said, walking up to him.  "You don't.  But it doesn't matter.
I already know you think I'm a pervert and a queer.  And you know what?  Most of
what you have heard about me is true.  But I've never forced anyone to do
anything they were uncomfortable about doing, and not many people can do
this..."

He was about to object when I touched his nose with my pinky.  He emitted a
small squeaky gasp as he felt my magic touch pass through his body.

"How did you do that?" Cory asked breathless.

"It's just something we perverts pick up," I said, teasing him by holding my
finger out as if to do it again.

"Tim, could I speak to you alone for a moment?" Nancy said with a strange sound
to her voice.

"Uhm, yeah," I said, watching Cory relax as my finger fell away.

"Why don't the rest of you rest for a minute and get read for the group rub.
We'll be right back," Nancy said, leading me through her patio door.

As soon as the door shut, she said, "I want to know right now what your plans
are.  What you intend to do with them."

"What's the matter?  You think I'm going to try and take them from you?"

"I don't want them to get hurt, that's all.  I don't know what you think goes on
at these meetings, but we certainly don't.."

"Yes you do.  I know all about your little private sessions with Cory, Teri and
Jackie out there.  Oh, and not to mention past students like Matt, Christine,
Rachel, and most of all Kyeong Soo Kim who introduced you to this.  For someone
who only started two years ago, you're pretty good.  But I still can't believe
you've waited this long to put Becky through her paces.  And in case you haven't
noticed, Min is more than ready let you do what ever you wanted with her."

"You're wrong.  You don't understand anything about what we do.  Ask any one of
them out there and they will.."

"You're right.  They will back whatever you say, whether it is the truth or not.
Nancy, I'm not here to screw your little secret sex club up.  In fact I may just
have something worth a lot more to you than a fuck in the sun."

"Tim, you're not listening to me..." she said looking out at the others who were
laying on the ground talking.  "Come over here."

I walked over and stood next to her watching the five teens chatting and having
a good time at it too.  Every once in a while, one of the would look over at us,
and instantly look down a the ground below us with a little smile or blush.
Actually, it was her they were looking at, not me.  Even Becky didn't pay me any
attention.

The group was relaxed.  They seemed entirely at ease with their surroundings and
the people around them.  Becky and Teri had just met that day, but they weren't
the least bit shy with talking to each other.

"The instances where I went beyond the teasing and fun with them were entirely
innocent.  Nothing like what you were doing with me at school.  They trust me.
Anything I do has to be in faith of that trust.  I may come on strongly when I'm
looking for a new subject, but I never do anything they don't offer first.  When
you forced whatever you did onto Cory, you broke our rules.  They have to be
able to say no to it before you do it to them.  Do you understand what I'm
saying now?"

"Sorry.  Yeah, I understand.  I didn't realize how heavily they depend on that
trust.  It's as much for the trust as the actual pleasure they get out of it
that they continue to come to you.  But I also know that you have taken several
of them beyond just what trusting you would do.  The pleasure you've given them
makes them desire more, and the trust allows them to blindly follow your
demands.  I guess I focused too much on the pleasure aspect of it."

"If you promise to not do anything without seeing if it is okay first, then I
think I can allow you to stay."

"Well, I don't think you will have to worry about anyone objecting to me staying
now.  Between Becky and Cory, they're all hoping to have a chance to feel my
magic touch."

"Magic touch?" Nancy said looking at me.  "You don't really think you can do
anything magical, do you?"

I looked at her, realizing she had written off all the sensations I had given
her last time to just being horny.

"Well, I'll just let you decide that.  How about...  For the next hour, every
time someone snaps their fingers, you'll have a small orgasm."

"Oh, and I suppose if it happens, it wouldn't be just a simple matter of post
hypnotic suggestion of some kind."

"Okay, how about this.  Instead of you having an orgasm, the others will have
one every time you snap your fingers.  And we won't tell them anything about it
until afterwards.  That should be okay with them since it will be you snapping
your fingers and not me.

"And just to make it a little more interesting, if by the end of the hour you
still don't believe me, I'll submit to you in front of the others and comply
with every order you give me for the rest of the afternoon.  But if you do
believe me, then you'll let me pleasure you in front of them.  Deal?"

"On one condition.  I have to admit I was wrong."

"Even better.  Snap your fingers when you're ready."

But when she reached for the door handle, I said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"What?  What do you mean where?  I'm going out there to..  You're not serious."

"I'm very serious.  Now snap."

Her fingers were already in the snapping position when she held them up to look
at them.  A small smile of confidence edged onto her lips, then turned towards
the group and snapped.

All five of them went ridged a moment, then relaxed a moment before starting to
talk excitedly.  Nancy still held her hand up in the air, her fingers frozen in
their  snapped positions.  I looked up at Nancy's face, finding the smile had
turned to astonishment.

"So...  aren't you going to try it again to make sure it wasn't just a
coincidence?"

She looked a me a moment, then brought her hand down to rest against her side.
When she looked back out, she found all five of her special students staring at
her with a hopeful kind of look.

You see, I actually hadn't done anything to them.  I had programmed Nancy's own
talents to do it instead, and the group outside had apparently recognized her
'touch'.

"They're waiting, Nancy," I prompted.  "Go on.  You know you want to."

She looked at me a moment, then turned and went out the door.  I followed her
out, and as I shut the door behind me, I heard a snap and five gasps.

Twenty three snaps later, Nancy stood in the middle of five breathless and
utterly exhausted teens.  She was nearly as excited as they had been fifteen
snaps earlier, and I didn't hesitate to take advantage of that.

"So, what do you think?  Is there a scientific explanation for all of this?"

She turned ninety degrees to face me, then with a mischievous smile, she snapped
her fingers at me.

Okay, so I wasn't prepared for that.  I barely managed to raise my shield after
the sixth slow pulse of pleasure had passed through my body.

"Shit.  That wasn't bad for a beginner," I admitted as I caught my breath.

"Oh!" Nancy cried, snapping both of her fingers at me in vain.

"Hey!  Stop that!  You've already made them all pass out," I said, noticing the
others had stopped their jerking.

That got her attention, and she immediately kneeled down to the closest one.  As
Teri opened her eyes a little and looked up with a weak smile, Nancy visibly
relaxed, then kissed her on the lips gently.

Then Nancy suddenly stood up and yelled, "All right!  Time to stop laying around
on the grass like a bunch of useless flowers.  Everybody UP!  Snap To it!" she
said with a snap.

With a jerk, all five of them struggled to their feet, then Nancy gathered them
up and kissed each of their foreheads lovingly, apologizing for over doing it.
I was feeling rather awkward being left out like that, but then Nancy turned
around and said, "I was wrong."

I smiled then walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.  The others
scrambled to help her down to the ground as the slow moving wave of pleasure
passing down from her forehead made her crumble.

I was concentrating very hard on pleasuring every nerve within the five inch
high area I was slowly moving down her chest region when Cory put me in a
headlock and told me to stop what I was doing.

"Cory, she agreed to it.  Take your fucking hands off of me, man."

"Not until Nancy tells me herself.  No wonder you get all the special privileges
at school.  What do you do?  Snap your fingers until Higgs agrees with you?"

I took control of his arms and released their grip on my head, then said,
"You're jealous.  I can't believe you're jealous of me.." I said with pure
surprise.

"Fuck! What are you?" Cory said rubbing his arms like they had been physically
forced apart.

"I'm just like you, but with a little gift on my side."

"You're not like me, or us.  You're a freak!" Cory said, backing away.  "Why
don't go find somebody else to torture instead of Nancy!"

"CORY!" Nancy suddenly yelled.  "BAD BOY!"

Cory instantly forgot all about his fear and anger, and hung his head like a
little child.

"Apologize to Tim.  You had no right to interfere with MY pleasure."

Cory looked up at her with a sudden panic.

"I'm sorry, Nancy!  I didn't know you wanted it!  I thought he was..."

"It's okay, Nancy," I said.  "He doesn't need to apologize.  I guess I'm the one
who should say I sorry.  I'm the one who came in here expecting everyone to beg
me to make them orgasm until they were ready to explode.  However, a deal is a
deal.  But I have an idea I think all of you would like and agree to."

I had no complaints after explaining my idea, but Nancy had one concern she had
to make sure about.

"Becky," Nancy said reaching out towards the suddenly shy girl.

I watched Becky quietly sit down next to our teacher without looking up, only to
realize Becky was becoming very aroused by her submissive expectations.

I saw the excitement die down when Nancy said, "Becky, look at me, please?"

As her hopes of Nancy dominating her completely crumbled, she only partially
listened as Nancy explained she only had to say no if someone asked her to do
something she didn't like.  I realized that the reason Nancy and Becky hadn't
done anything beyond the simple easy stuff was because Becky didn't want Nancy
to give her a choice.  Becky was a true submissive soul.

So after Becky gave Nancy a shaky smile and said okay, I motioned her over to me
and whispered into her ear, "Do you trust me?"

"I guess I do, yes."

"Good.  You see this finger?"

"Yes."

"If you kiss the tip, you will have to do whatever I say, no matter what you or
the others think about it.  Okay?"

She looked up at me with surprise, then said, "Okay," and quickly kissed the
finger.

"What are you two talking about?" Nancy asked.  "We better get started.  It's
getting late."

"Okay.  Small change of plan though.  Everyone sit down in a circle first, join
hands and close your eyes."

Surprisingly, no one even questioned my orders and every quickly complied.  I
guess the other four submissives were taking their cues from Nancy, and since
she hadn't said anything, they simply didn't concern themselves.

I sat between Nancy and Becky, holding their hands firmly as I began to recall
the things the twins and I had done at camp.  For several minutes I struggled
without success to drive a feeling of trust down the circle, but while I rested
a moment, I felt the feeling flow into me from both sides, almost like a
backwash.

On a hunch, I tried sending the feeling out through Nancy, and a few moment's
later felt it flow into my other hand.  I wasn't sure whether it was because I
was the only empath in the loop, or if it was the property of the emotion that
you couldn't give your trust without receiving another's, but I didn't concern
myself with it as I increased the flow.

"I learned something important from all of you today," I said softly but
clearly.  "I would like to share something with you that I hope will show you
can trust me.  If anyone feels I am trying to trick you or hide my real
feelings, all you have to do is let your neighbor's hand go to break the loop.
Okay?"

Everyone softly muttered their consent, so I continued.

"When I was little, people around me felt uncomfortable because I always knew
what they were thinking, and they sometimes knew what I was thinking too.  So
for a long time, I didn't have any friends besides my mom and my teddy.  My
teddy was my best friend, especially when my mom started working and I started
Kindergarten.

"I took Teddy everywhere, made him do everything I did... Well, except baths.
Teddy didn't like baths because it took him forever to get dry again.  Anyway,
just before Christmas break, I guess I was feeling pretty lonely after seeing
how much fun the other kids had together.  I started to make Teddy do things a
little stuffed bear shouldn't do, taking some of my frustration out on him.

"I tortured that little stuffed bear.  He finally lost both eyes, and cracked
his nose.  But every night I imagined him telling me I was his best friend, and
I guess I really depended on him to be my best friend too.

"Then one day I made him sleep in the trash can in my room all night.  Then the
next day I forgot to get him before I left for school, and when I came home, he
was gone.  I thought I had lost the only friend I had, and was so upset I
couldn't talk about him.  I think I lasted about a week before my mom asked me
what was wrong.  I told her while crying my eyes out, promising I wouldn't make
Teddy or anyone else do anything they didn't want to do again.

"My mom told me she was sorry, but she thought I had thrown him away and he had
gone out in the trash.  She promised to get me another teddy, but I wouldn't
have any part of that.  I wanted Teddy, the real one.  The one I betrayed.  The
one I know I'll never see again to say I was sorry.

"I've lived with that guilt ever since.  That's why I'd never force any of you
to do something you weren't willing to do.  I admit I have broken this rule in
the past, but only by accident or when I had no choice.  Like when someone puts
me in a head lock, or if I am so out of it I'm not thinking straight.  I've
never hurt anyone, ever.  Well, no one but Teddy, anyway."

No one spoke after I finished, but I felt my words had been well received.  We
continued to hold hands for a few minutes, letting the feelings flow through the
linked hands, surprisingly without my help.  I wondered if everyone could feel
what I sensed through the linked hands.  Maybe they did to some extent, but
probably not as clearly as I did.  While they did feel a little more trusting of
me, the greatest amount of trust and other feelings were directed at Nancy, and
at each other to a lesser degree.

It was Nancy who finally broke the chain by letting Min's hand go, yet didn't
release mine.  While the rest of the group opened their eyes and recover, Nancy
raised my hand to her lips and gave it a kiss before saying, "You didn't have to
tell us that."

"I know, but I couldn't think of anything else I could offer you to let you all
know how strongly I feel about not forcing anyone into anything."

"I could feel it was hard for you to talk about it.  Haven't you ever told
anyone before now?"

"Not exactly.  Joey and Suzi know about it, but they...  Well, they know
everything about me.  I never had to actually tell them.  Uhm, can we change the
subject?  This is starting to make me feel worse than I thought it would."

She nodded, then let my hand go after another kiss.  She was genuinely concerned
that I was hurting, but it was an old ache that I had long learned to live with.


I realized I had totally misjudged Nancy.  I had believed her to be a ruthless
domineering woman seeking submissives to pleasure her, but she actually was a
very loving person, wanting to pleasure the others as much as herself.  She was
very aggressive when seeking new prey, but once she had taken the first step
with someone, she became very sensitive to his or her feelings and needs.

So even though she hadn't selected me but I had selected her, she now considered
me to be apart of the group and thus felt obligated to be sensitive to my
feelings.  While the others watched, I returned her display of affection by
kissing the back of her hand, then after looking up into her eyes for a few
moments, I respectfully glanced down in a sign of submission.

Nancy held her arms open towards me, and I graciously accepted her invitation,
finding her hug genuinely warm and comforting.  A momentary surge of happiness
passed between us, then I too felt the trust the other had for her.  Her own
undiscovered powers had managed to work their way around my defensive shield,
but had simply reinforced what I had already known.  She simply could never
betray another person's trust.

That simple act officially made me apart of the group.  The little bit of
tension and suspicion the others had about me completely vanished while I was in
the hug.  It was so strange to suddenly feel welcome and openly accepted by
them, including Cory who was the first to respond after my hug.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he said, holding his hand out.  "I guess I was a
little jealous of you."

I took his hand and said, "I'm sorry too.  I should have explained what I was
doing before forcing you to let go.  And I'm not gay, by the way," I said when
he nervously glanced down at my crotch.

"Sorry," he said as he tried to smile.  "I guess I wanted to believe..  People
don't really think you are either."

"I know.  But it wouldn't matter if they did.  Chicks like guys they think are
gay, you know?" I grinned.

I was welcomed into the group with a hug from each of the girls, and found
myself having to restrain myself from kissing each one on the lips.

"We only have about a half an hour left," Nancy announced after the last hug.
"If you still want to play your little game, we better get started."

"Okay.  Let me explain the rules real quick.  The five of you are slaves.  I'm
the master and I'm testing your faithfulness by ordering you to pleasure Nancy
in different ways.  You can only do what I say.  No more, and no less.  If you
lose control and do something I didn't tell you to do, you're out.  If you don't
want to do something I tell you to do, all you have to do is say so, but then
you're out.  The last person out is the winner, and they get a special prize.
Is that okay with everyone?"

Everyone agreed, and I got a vibe from Becky that told me she was getting wet
just from the expectation.

"Oh, there is one thing I better ask before we start," I said as I came back
over to them with a lawn chair and sat down.  "Does anyone mind if I enjoy the
sun while we are doing this?"

I had no objections, so before anyone could question the reason I asked, I stood
up and pulled my shorts and boxers off.  I could see the amusement in Nancy's
eyes while the others shocked faces melted into wry smiles or looks of
curiosity.  I could feel that everyone expected me to order them to strip at
some time during the game, which I was.

I quickly checked on our watchers, finding the two girls scoping me out while
the boy nagged them to see what was happening.  I grinned like a fool as I sat
back down and handled my tool a moment, then without the least bit of
embarrassment looked each one of them in the eyes until they dropped their gaze
to the ground.

"Pretend your hands are glued to your sides and you can not move them. Now, go
help Nancy lay down on the ground.  Good.  My, Nancy.  What big eyes you have.
Teri, lick each of her eye lids off as slowly as you can.  Cory, help Jackie
spread Nancy's legs off while Min and Becky spread her arms out.  Teri, you did
that so well, give her a lick on the lips.  Nice.

"Now, when I call out your name, I want you to lick any part of Nancy you want
that you can reach without stretching or getting up to move.  Your arms are free
now too.  Ready?

"Min, Cory, Jackie, Min, Jackie, Teri, Cory, Becky, Becky, Becky, Teri, Min,
Cory, Jackie.

"Wow.  That was good.  Min, you must have been dying to try her tit like that
for a long time.  I'm sorry, but I said lick and not suck.  You're out unless
you let Cory suck your tit like he's been wanting."

"Okay," Min said delighted.

"Really?" Cory asked both me and Min.

"Please?" Min said, finding herself extremely turned on by the idea.

"Remember the game is still going, so don't do anything else but suck her tits,"
I warned.  "Jackie and Teri, suck Nancy's tits while Becky try's french kissing
her.

"Wow.  You guys really are getting me stirred up.  Okay Cory, kiss her then get
back to licking Nancy's crotch.  Min, come here."

When the oriental girl came over with red checks and eyes down, I said softly,
"Hey, you're not doing so good.  I saw you feel his crotch when he kissed you.
I'll let it go for now, but do anything else without being told to, I'll have to
call you out.  If you can control yourself for ten minutes, I'll have you take
his clothes off and lick him anywhere you want, okay?"

Her eyes glanced up at me, glazing over with lust before dropping back down and
nodding her head vigorously.

"Okay, people, time for stage two.  Without using anything but your mouths, I
want you to remove Nancy's suit and give her a tongue bath."

Everyone but Becky hesitated at that.  Nancy gasped with pleasure when Becky
slipped her tongue under Nancy's left shoulder strap to grab it with her teeth,
and that was all the rest needed to hear to help Becky with their mouths.

Teri was the first to be called out, having lost herself in the moment by giving
up her licking by sucking Nancy's right bare breast.  I allowed her a few
moments before announcing she was out, then had to resist the temptation of
accepting her obvious offer when she sat down near me, looking at my cock and
licking her lips slightly.

When the bathing suit was completely off, Cory immediately claimed Nancy's
crotch while Becky and Min each took a breast, leaving Jackie with Nancy's face.
I allowed them a little time to freely work their tongues, carefully monitoring
them for any signs of infraction.

"Cory, those licks are getting awfully close to being tongue thrusts," I warned.

After a another minute or so, I said, "Okay, time to go to stage three.  I
expect most of you will get called out during this stage," I said, daring them
to do the opposite.

"You four are going to put on a little show for Nancy.  Jackie and Cory, go
stand in front of Nancy's feet back to back with your side towards her.  Becky,
go kneel in front of Jackie, and Min kneel in front of Cory.  Cory and Jackie,
you two have to stand there without helping or hindering the person at your feet
while they remove your clothes with their mouths.  Ready?"

"I don't know about this," Nancy said.

"Hey, we had a deal, remember?  You have to let me pleasure you.  Besides, all
they have to do is say no and they don't' have to do it, remember?  You trust
them, don't you?"

"All right, but maybe we should take this inside.  If anyone sees us..."

"You just let me worry about that.  I'll make sure anyone that might make
trouble won't see anything, even if they are staring right at us, okay?"

"You can do that?" Teri asked.

"Sure.  Watch," I said as I faded from their sight.

Teri got up and walked over to my chair, closed her eyes, then reached out with
her hand to feel if I was there or not.  I couldn't help but grin when her hand
found me and quickly homed in on my cock.  The others couldn't see what she was
doing, and never heard her whisper, "Graffy's Park, seven o'clock, entrance to
Wildmen's path," just before she licked the head of my invisible dick.

"He's right here!" she called, stunning me with her shout.  "Damn, I gotta go,"
she then said looking at her watch.  "I promised mom I'd be home by five."

She gave me one last squeeze, then walked over to her clothes and started to get
dressed.

While my eyes never left her body as she finished putting her clothes on over
her bathing suit, I remained 'invisible' and said to the others, "Come on,
people get busy."

Once she had left, I forced my hardon down and became visible, finding no one
noticing my return since everyone was concentrating on the stripping operation.
Cory's bathing shorts had just hit the ground, revealing his nice straight uncut
prick.  Jackie wore a two piece suit, and Becky had already managed to get the
top off and was trying to grasp the bottom without biting her.

The moan from Jackie startled everyone but Becky and I as Becky gave up on
trying to get a hold of the sides and had slipped her tongue down the front and
successfully got a good hold.  And just as I suspected, Jackie was the next one
to be called out when she used her hands to push Becky's face into her groin
when it passed over it.

Jackie didn't even attempt to listen to my order to stop, but Becky managed to
wiggle away. 

"Jackie, since you want it that bad, go eat Nancy out," I said, not surprised to
find her more than willing.

"Go ahead, Min," I said noticing her desperate looks.  "But only licks, no
sucks, got that?  Cory, prove you're a man.  Whatever you do, don't touch her.
Let her do it all.  Becky, let Nancy take your suit off and then tease her with
your pussy.  Don't let her lick it until I say.

"Shit, Jackie.  Your wiggling ass is really getting to me.  Okay, Cory.  I think
it's Min's turn to be undressed.  When you have her nude, lick her all over.
Nothing more than licks, though."

The gasps and small moans were really starting to have an effect on me.

"Becky, give her your hot twat.  Now, lay down on top of her and hump her face.
Hey!  I said no sucking!" I cried at Cory while he sucked vigorously on Min's
left nipple.  

"What the... Okay you're both out.  Looks like Becky is the winner," I said as
Min started struggling to pull Cory up to her face.

"Did you hear?" I said to everyone.  "Games over.  You can all stop.  Becky
won."

Only Becky stopped, and when she was off of Nancy, Jackie put her own cunt at
Nancy's experienced lips and they started their gyrating motions together.

Becky approached me without a sound, kissing my finger again when I held it out,
then followed it up to my lips which never touched hers.

"Lick my chin," I said.

She licked my chin.

"Lick my neck."

She licked my neck.

"Lick my nipples, between my breasts, and then lick my belly button clean."

Her tongue obediently moved to swirl around my left nipple, then my right,
lapping a path down between my breasts all the way down to my belly button.  My
dick surged with arousal when her tongue probed and licked the dent in my belly,
and almost forgot what I was doing by the time she stopped and waited for my
next command.

I snapped out of my daze, then told her to stand still and not to move.  I
circled her twice, examining her nice body, getting a kick out of how wet she
was getting just from my probing eyes.

"You're certainly are submissive slut, aren't you?" I asked, giving her my best
dominating look.

Her eyes were frozen looking at the floor while her cheeks glowed with
embarrassment and her crotch tingled even more.  I knew she was ready to be
taken to the edge, and nothing would stop me from doing it.

"Answer my question, slut," I said, brushing my dick across her leg.

"Yes," she gasped.

"What?" I said before dragging my tongue up the left side of her chest.

"Yes, I'm a..."

"Your a submissive slut.   SAY IT!" I said, pressing my dick against the crack
between her ass cheeks.

A shiver of fear went through her at that touch, but it was followed my a even
stronger shiver of excitement and arousal.

"I'm your submissive slut!" she blurted out.

"Yes, you are, aren't you," I hissed in her right ear as my dick slipped between
her legs and my hands snaked around to her breasts.  "Tell me you want to suck
me," I said giving her neck a lick.

"I want to suck you," she breathed.

"You want to FEEL," I cooed while sliding my cock out from between her legs, "my
prick in you mouth, don't you."

"Yes!" she said with a gasp as my left index finger slipped into her virgin puss
and started to turn her around.  "Let me suck you!"

"Maybe," I said, letting her go and turning my back to her.  "Maybe not."

"Please tell me to suck you?" she said begging like.  "I will suck you any way
you want me to."

"What are you?"

"I'm your sucking submissive slut.  Let me suck you?"

"I'll think about it," I said, turning around quickly and brushing the head of
my dick across her lower stomach, then held it against her to see if she would
lose her control.

Her fast breathing seemed to compliment my dick throbbing, and when I figured we
had suffered enough, I allowed it to slip down her belly until it was aligned
with her virgin hole.

"Or maybe I'll just fuck you instead," I said, realizing my breath was also
rather fast.

She shivered from the fear and arousal that produced, and I had to let it drop
away before one of us did something we would later regret.  She was shaking
slightly as I leaned forward and again faked my intention to kiss her, then
surprised her when I slipped an all together different pair of digits into her
dripping slit.

She gasped and involuntarily humped my two fingers once.

"My, you are a fucking submissive slut, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she said, feeling herself losing herself in the ocean of lust I had
released within her.  "I'm your fucking sucking submissive slut!"

"And you want to suck me.."

"I WANT TO SUCK YOU!"

"And you want to fuck me..." I said laying down on the ground.

"I Want to  FUCK you!" she moaned as she lowered herself on top of me, my hand
still attached to her crotch.

"You want my dick up your ass..."

"I....  want... Your COCK in my ASS!" she cried as my other hand began working
on her ass.

"You want me to fuck you and use you in front of your friends...." 

"Yes!  Fuck me!  USE ME!" she screamed closing her eyes as she felt an orgasm
about to begin without any assistance from me.

"You will not CUM until I SAY!" I said, making it true.  "You want my seed
inside your hot cunt or ass..."

"OH!  Fill me with your SEED!" she said wiggling.

"Raise yourself above me and prepare to lose your virginity to my cock!" I
commanded.

She got up on her hands and knees, raised herself off my body and waited for my
dick to struggle into position.  Becky was shaking from her desire and fear,
knowing she would do it when I said to.

"Slut, on the count of three, become my sex toy, my fuck slut, my life long
slave by thrusting your puss onto my cock, making it rip through your cherry and
taking your virginity forever.   One...

"Two...."

I paused as I watched her arms shake with the anticipation and fear, seeing she
was ready for...

"CUM NOW!" I yelled as I reached out to slide myself from under her.

All too late I realized I had pushed her too far, and before I could nudge
myself an inch from underneath her, my cockhead entered her wet and ready pussy
and I felt her wet warmness envelope my favorite appendage.  The obstruction to
my dick's penetration yielded after only a momentary delay, and before I could
react, my member was fully inserted into her no longer virgin hole.

"NO!" I cried, willing my cock to shrivel.  "Damnit!  no.." I said as I saw the
terror  flow into Becky's face.  "Becky, I never meant..  I wouldn't ever...
I'm sorry."

"BECKY!  TIM! What have you DONE!" I heard Nancy cry.

"I..  I..." Becky stuttered before breaking down in tears.

"TIM!  LEAVE THIS INSTANT!" Nancy screamed.

"Now wait just one minute!" I said, trying to comfort Becky.  "I never meant
to.."

"You heard her!" Cory said moving towards me in a threatening motion.

I closed my eyes and threw a blanket command out at the others, then held the
weeping Becky until she settled down enough to reason with.

"Hey, I'm sorry.  I really never wanted that to happen."

"I know.." she sobbed.  "I knew you would stop me, that's why I did it."

"Huh?" I said surprised.  "Then why are you crying?"

"Because you didn't MAKE me do it!" she said, shaking all over with emotion.

"What?" I said.  "But you didn't want me to do it."

"I WANTED you to MAKE me do it even if I DIDN'T want to!" she bawled.

"Oh..." I said, blinking.  "In that case, start fucking, slut."

"No!  It wouldn't mean anything now!  It only happens once!"

"What does?" I asked, bringing my dick up to full hardness.

"Losing my virginity!" she said loudly.

"That's what you think.  If you don't start fucking me right now.." I said
looking in her eyes.

"Wha?" she said, feeling her body's arousal growing.

"You're my fuck slut, remember?  My sex toy?  I tell you to fuck, you fuck," I
said while pushing her arousal up another notch.

"But I..  Oh...  Oh.." she moaned as she instinctively pulled her well filled
pussy up my hard staff.

Without any further discussion, Becky started humping me, giving in to her
growing arousal and forgetting what her reason had been for starting it.  Her
slit was nice and tight, and with all the juices she had been making, she glided
over my cock with ease.

It was the best pussy fuck I had for a long time, mostly because I knew it was a
virgin cunt going up and down my pole.  While listening to her soft gasps and
moans, it suddenly occurred to me that I had managed to cross one of those lines
again.  But because I hadn't intentionally crossed it, it didn't really count,
but I saw that Becky was the perfect opportunity to do it right.  I decided
right then and there Becky would get her wish.  I would make her do things she
didn't want to do.

But when?  This was her first time, and I felt obligated to allow her to fulfill
herself without interfering.  But at the same time, I felt driven to cross that
line as quickly as possible, needing to obliterate its existence without much
more delay.

After several minutes of her fucking, I saw in her mind that she wasn't feeling
the stimulation she had felt earlier.  The newness had worn off, and some of her
fears were coming back to her.

I decided I would help her obtain an orgasm before making her do anything she
might not want to do, and raised my finger up to her face and drew her attention
to it by yelling, "Kiss it my slut and forever be mine!"

She opened her eyes wide, not comprehending my words, but kissing my finger
because of what it represented.  Her pussy clamped down for a moment after she
kissed it, causing a surge of lust go through the two of us.

"Suck it!" I commanded, holding my finger to her lips.  "Suck it as you would
suck my big fat cock, you shitty excuse for a slut.  Suck me and fuck me.  Yeah,
that's it."

Her lips and tongue were busily working over my finger, making me realize she
had some experience in this realm.  I guided her into a upright position, and
allowed her to adjust her legs so she could fuck me upright while continuing to
suck my finger.

I fondled her perky tits with my free hand, having her suck each finger in turn
before switching hands and doing the same with it.  Several times Becky
approached the brink to having an orgasm, but for some reason it never happened.
I finally saw she was purposely with straining her orgasm, hoping to be told to
do something she didn't want to do.

By the time she finished my second hand, Becky was running out of steam.
Figuring she needed some help in the right direction I pulled my hand away and
smeared her saliva down her chest while saying, "Say you want me to cum in your
mouth."

"I..  I want you to cum!"

"TELL ME You want me to cum in your MOUTH!"

"I want you to cum in my mouth.."

"Say it and MEAN it!"

"Oh!  OH GOD!  I want you to CUUUMMM in my mouth!"

"AGAIN!"

"I WANT YOU TO CUUUMM  IN MY SLUTTY MOUTH!  OH GOD  OH MY GOD!!!  CUM IN MY..
MY..  FUCKING MOUTH!" she said before throwing her head back and moaning as her
orgasm exploded throughout her body.

The wild thrusts and wonderful moans she made almost made me cum before I could
put the blocks on it.  I watched as Becky's tits bounced and rolled with her
frantic humps, and enjoyed the intensity of her vagina's spasming.  There
certainly was something unique about a girl's first time.  I knew it would be
harder to resist the temptation of seeking out virgins just to experience their
wonder and joy in discovering the pleasure of sexual intercourse.

Becky's rising and falling slowed to a stop, and then she began to wilt.  With
my hard cock still up her twitching cunt, she started to fall asleep in an
upright position.

"SLUT! Wake UP!" I commanded while sending a surge of my magic touch out my
dick.

She immediately groaned and straightened, preparing to start humping once again.

"All right, you slut.  No more fucking for you until you suck me off.  But
first," I said, holding up my finger by her mouth.

She hesitated, feeling unsure whether I truly would give her what she wanted, or
screw up her chance at it again.  Then Becky sighed, realizing that now that I
knew what she really wanted, I probably would succeed.

She kissed my finger, then passively waited for me to tell her what to do next.

I had a slight change of heart, however, realizing I hadn't even kissed her.

"Becky, before we do anything else, would you mind if we kissed?  It doesn't
seem right without it, and I wouldn't force anyone to..mfph," I said with her
lips pressing against mine.

I gave her my best gentle and tongueless kiss for several minutes, stroking her
back and feeling her ripe ass as she gently humped my still hardened dick.  In
fact, once we did start to french, I found myself up against my threshold, and
decided to have a go at fucking her.

She allowed me to roll her on bottom, then continued to eat her lips and tongue
while pumping my cock into her tight fitting love canal.  I drove it into her
until she was moaning and getting ready to cum, then rolled off of her and said,
"Suck me, you worthless slut."

Becky scrambled to obey, finding herself still at the edge of another orgasm.
As her mouth lowered onto my cock, she found herself tasting her own juices,
grossing out and exciting herself in ways she never believed possible.

"That's it, you two bit whore.  You slutty piece of worthless trash.  See how
hot my words make you?  See how truly slutty you are?  I bet you want to taste
my cum so bad, you'd do anything I say, wouldn't you?  Yeah, I thought so...  So
start taking it into your throat, you slut.  That's the only way you're get it."

She gagged on it four times, then managed to hold it down on the fifth.  Bless
her heart she had tears in her eyes.  Damn it, she was doing it without me
forcing her to, so why did I feel guilty when I saw that?  Because I didn't want
her to feel that way, that's why.

But she wasn't about to stop from a little pain and discomfort.  Her twat was
tingling so hard she swore something was down there vibrating it.  And to my
amazement, after she slowly pulled it back out of her throat, she took a breath
and pushed it right back in, repeating the action and getting herself up to a
fucking speed in no time.

"Fuck, you're a God Damn nympho.  Such a slut!  You're loving my cock like a
professional cocksucker.  I bet after I come in your mouth and you drink it all
down, you won't even bother to wipe your mouth before letting me fuck your
virgin ass.  That's right, slut.  I'm going to take that cherry too."

My statement of my intentions caused her eyes to go wide with fear before
closing from the intense orgasm flowing through her nervous system.  I allowed
her to rest a moment after her orgasm finished, then relished her doubling her
speed as she pumped my cock with her mouth and throat.

"Okay slut, get ready for your dinner..  Yeah, that's it.  Here It CUMS..
OHHHHHHHHH  YEAAAHH  YYYYEEEAAAAAHHHHHH    AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
suckitbabysuckitbaby... Suck it all OOOOUUUUUUTTTT!" I cried, humping her face
and cumming.

As my own orgasm subsided, I discovered Becky had gone from being submissive to
self enslavement.  Her body tingled all over from the concept of being used as
someone's sexual toy, feeling her internal desire to be owned by someone grow as
she licked and sucked on my deflating member.  

Her efforts and thoughts made my cock grow again to full hardness to her
pleasure as well as mine.  She continued to worship it while I attempted to keep
my senses to track down the source of her lust of servitude.

I quickly followed the path of her desire to an innocent game she had played as
a child.  While others like to play house and pretend they were a mommy, daddy,
or baby, Becky her brother, and their friends played a different kind of fantasy
game.  After watching an episode of I Dream of Jeanie, Becky's brother asked her
to pretend to be a Genie, and he would be her master.

The game eventually grew to include a few of their friends, and for several
years they played it off and on, Becky always playing a willing slave girl if
not playing the role of the Genie.  While her brother or friends never turned
the game into anything sexual to her knowledge, I found memories of Becky
feeling her crotch tingle while she played the slave role.  But by the time she
had started puberty, the others had lost interest in playing that "child's
game".  Little did they know how wrong they had been by calling it that.

So when I said, "Becky, come up here a minute," I wasn't really surprised by her
response of "Yes, Master."

"Becky, I'm not your master, and nothing you say or do will change that,
understand?"

"But why?  Don't you like me?  Did I do something wrong?"

"No!  Nothing like that.  I'm just...  Not ready to be responsible for someone
like you.  Please believe me that I would love to take you as my slave, but it's
just not my way.  But you won't have any trouble finding someone to give your
servitude to.  I just want you to promise that you won't just give it out to the
first guy you find.  Look for someone who will treat you right.  Find someone
who you can love for the rest of your life and will love you back that long
before enslaving yourself to them.  Okay?"

"But..."

"No buts.  Do as I say, slut, and you'll never regret it," I said sternly while
brushing her nude back with my magic finger tips.

"Please, master, don't stop?" she said, feeling her arousal spiking back up.

I sighed, then looked her in the eyes and said, "You've already enslaved
yourself to me, haven't you?"

She nodded, fearfully looking for any signs of rejection in my eyes.

I felt an empathic connection trying to form, so I permitted it to happen, then
had to limit it when her conflicting emotions washed into my side of the link.

I found two distinct sides to Becky's personality.  One was the intelligent
young woman who desired a life where she could make her own choices and be seen
as an equal.  The other was the little slave girl, who wasn't all that little
mind you.  Ever since Nancy had dominated her, the slave girl had been growing,
gaining greater strength until it finally took over while Becky had been
swallowing my cum.

My choices were clear to me, and with my reborn views on life, I knew I could
help her obtain what both sides of her personality demanded from her.

"I accept you as my slave, Becky.  Now prepare your master's cock for entry into
it's slaves ass."

"Yes master," she said with a tremor of fear and excitement.

"You will call me master only when we are alone or with other slaves."

She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Yes, master."

"You will continue to live your normal life as if you never had met me.  You
will try your best at school and will date other guys you like.  I forbid you to
allow anyone else have sex with you unless you love each other and have been
seeing each other for a considerable amount of time.  If you find that you love
him enough to spend the rest of your life with him, you will make him your
master.  These are my wishes, and as my slave you will obey!"

"Yes master," she said with very mixed emotions.

"Now I will take what is rightfully mine," I said, sitting up and turning her
around.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I said, stimulating her firmly shut rose
with my magic touch.

"Yes, master," she shakily said.

"Go inside and empty yourself, then wash it off as best as you can.  Then come
back and I will loosen you up before you sit down on my cock."

"Yes, master," she said nearly in tears as she race off towards the house.

I sighed after looking over at the dazed others, regretting not taking the time
out to explain what had happened and letting them watch and feel what she was
feeling.  But now it was too late to even attempt to explain.  While I hadn't
forced Becky into doing anything, I knew the others would only think that I had
taken advantage of her and would see me as nothing more than a rapist.

Strangely, I had no feeling of guilt over the matter.  Yes, I would in a sense
be raping her by ordering her to sit down so my dick entered her ass.  But was
it really? Even though she was absolutely was horrified by the concept, her own
lust would make her do it and I had nothing to do with that.  A part of her
wanted to do it, and I wouldn't have a better opportunity to cross that line
without actually making someone else do it against their free will.

I was concentrating on making the others forget about my mistake when Becky came
back out.  The look in her eyes told me she was very nearly scared out of her
wits, so I let my dick soften while crawling over to my boxers and shorts.  She
watched me from a distance while I put them on, then ran over to me when I
opened my arms in an affectionate way.

My guilt finally kicked in while she cried and shook in my arms, and while she
was bawling into my shoulder, I started apologizing and told her I wouldn't
touch her bottom with anything but my hands.

That just made her cry even harder, the confliction within her becoming
overwhelming not only to her but to myself as well.  Becky suddenly started
holding onto me with all her might, finding herself feeling extremely ill and
dizzy.

I closed my eyes and held her tight while sharing everything I could with her to
calm her down.  Waves of fear and desire flowed through the empathic link I had
formed, while through my telepathy her mind felt like it was smashing itself
against the walls of her head, trying to escape from the feelings she was
experiencing.

"What have I done?" I screamed to myself in my head.

I felt her choking on her own emotions, drowning in emotion from the intense
battle between her two selves.  I hadn't foreseen anything like this happening.
Nothing about Becky's mind or feelings even hinted at her taking it this way.  I
knew I had pushed her too far.  She hadn't been ready for the release of her
inner beast.

I franticly tried to think of something to calm her down, finding her mind too
mixed up to attempt control.  The only thing that kept coming to me was from the
physical contact we had, then finally I gave up looking for another way and
started to stroke her body with my hands.

She wasn't responding to me until I pressed my lips against her neck and gave it
a sloppy kiss.  That caused her to stiffen a moment, then I found her slowly
calming down as her arousal started to grow again.

I raised my head and looked at her teary face while continuing my loving
strokes.  She shuddered a few times, then finally looked up at my face, almost
allowing my smile to make her smile too.

"You know what?  You're too pretty to be someone's slave," I said, wiping her
right cheek with my thumb.

As we stood there looking in each others eyes and faces, I discovered a
beautiful woman peering back at me.  Under all the submissive desires and
fantasies, buried under the confusion and pain she had just let out, there was a
woman just starting to bloom.  Her will was very shaky, and her emotions
unstable to say the least.  But for the moment there was only peace inside us as
our lips touched, sharing in the gentlest, most undemanding kiss I had ever
felt.

The kiss became one of many, each growing in strength and energy until we had to
break apart to capture our breath.  We both were feeling the physical attraction
our bodies were giving the other, and without a word we came together again in a
lovers embrace, our hands exploring each other's bodies as our mouths began
sharing our spit.

But then suddenly I found her tongue losing its aggressiveness, and didn't
realize the reason why until I found her slipping down my body as she pulled my
shorts and boxers back to the ground.  I actually felt her surge with lust
before submissively loading her mouth and throat with my hard cock.

Despite the incredible desire to fuck her mouth, I said in a shaky voice,
"Becky, please don't.  Come back up here with me.  I'd rather make love to an
equal than to a submissive slave.  Please?"

Her eyes peered up at me, and again I could see the woman struggling to rise
above the submissive desires.

"You're too special a person to be a slave.  Your eyes are too pretty to let
them look away in submission, and I really liked how you felt against me while
we were kissing.  Nothing you do by acting submissive could ever feel as good to
me as sharing ourselves equally with each other.  There is nothing better than
giving yourself to someone while they give themselves to you.  Nothing."

She let my softening dick fall from her mouth, then stared at it, her hands
still clasping the sides of my butt.

Finally, she looked up and said, "Am I really a slut?"

I frowned a moment, not sure what she really meant by the question, but then
said, "You're not a slut, so stop thinking of yourself like that.  You don't
become a slut just by forcing yourself to have sex when you don't really want
it.  I won't lie to you, though.  You're on your way to being one if you keep
this up.  But you don't really want to be a slut, do you?"

She looked up and I could tell she didn't from the look in her eyes.  So I knelt
down and took her hands in mine before looking deep in her eyes to find that
woman inside her.

"Let's try this again, and we'll do it right this time.  I want you to pretend
you're still a virgin, that we're deeply in love with each other, and this will
be our first time, okay?"

"Okay," she said with a little hesitation.  "But can we go somewhere else?"

"Sure, but first help me fix things with the others."

After carefully making sure everyone was where they had been before Becky had
lost her virginity, I sent the unpause command and smiled at Becky as she
lowered herself carefully on top of me without my hard member penetrating her
womanhood.

We kissed a few minutes, then pretended to be startled by Nancy's announcement
that it was fifteen minutes after the time we were supposed to have left.

Everyone quickly got dressed, then each of us gave Nancy a big kiss on the lips.
Min was literally clinging to Cory's side as they walked out the gate, and I
noticed Jackie was watching them with envy.  But whether she was envious of Min
or of Cory, I couldn't decide.  She definitely had been thinking about it both
ways.

I asked Becky to meet me out front, then turned to give Nancy my kiss good bye.

But before I even had turned all the way around, Nancy snapped with both hands,
causing me to shudder in pleasure while Becky gasped from the side of the house.

"I just wanted to try it one last time before you leave and take it with you,"
she said with a grin.

I grinned back at her and bent forward to give her a warm kiss.  Before our lips
separated, I issued the commands I had been constructing for her.  As I felt
them take hold, I smiled and backed away, then watched as her face relaxed and
her eyes opened slowly.

"What did you do?" she said sweetly.  "I feel... tingly.  Like I just woke up or
something."

"You'll figure it out in a day or two.  Just be careful on who you snap your
fingers at.  It won't work on everyone, and some people just might try to make
you do something unpleasant if they find out."

"You mean, you're giving your power to me?" she said surprised.

I opened the gate and cast a wicked grin at her before saying, "I'm not giving
you anything you didn't already have, Nancy.  I just hope you'll remember what
it was like before you could make people jump just like THAT!" I said snapping.

By the time Nancy recovered from the mind blowing orgasm my snap had triggered,
Becky, Cory, Min, Jackie, and of course myself were long gone.


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
Chapter XI, Part 10
Jack and the Teddy Bears
(mf)

After Becky drove me to my car, I followed her home where she surprisingly had
picked for our love scene.  I parked behind her on the curve in front of her
house, then did a quick scan and found only her older brother and his girlfriend
making pizza inside.

"My parents are on their third honeymoon," Becky explained as I walked towards
the house with her.  "Doug's taking Vess out to eat, so they will be leaving
really soon."

As we entered the garage, I said, "Uhm, I hate to be the one to break this to
you, but they don't appear to be going anywhere."

"Why do you say that?" she said opening the door leading into the house.

"That's why," I said as Becky stared at the two flour streaked love birds as
they nibbled on the same piece of pepperoni.

"Hey.... Becky...  Look, Vessy, it's Becky.." Doug said in a slurred voice.

"Hi Becky!  Nice to meet you!" Vess said holding her hand out to shake, then
started laughing hysterically at her own joke.

Doug tried to help Vess stay on her feet while he laughed along with her, but
that just ended up making both of them topple to the floor, Vess landing on top
of him, followed by another round of their laughter.

"I don't believe it!" Becky yelled at them.  "You're both drunk!  Even after Dad
warned you not to touch the liquor cabinet, you still did it!"

"He... He....." Vess said before giggling again.

"HeeHee," Doug echoed, causing them both to start laughing so hard they were
rolling around on the floor.

"Shit," I said, feeling the only slightly unpleasant queasiness from scanning
their minds.  "They got her sister to buy them their own bottle of Jack Daniels.
They haven't touched your dad's stuff."

"Oh," Becky said, partially relieved, and partially disappointed.

"Who's your friend?" Vess said, suddenly serious.

"Yeah?  Did Becky Wecky finally get a little boyfriend?"  Doug said still
feeling rather silly.

"What's his name?" Vess asked struggling to get up for the third time before
giving up and sitting with her legs bent weird.

"I'm Tim.  Er, heh. I also go by the name of Timmy.."

"Then that makes me Dougy!" Doug said trying to get up with the help of a nearby
chair, only to wind up back on the floor from his giggle fit.

"I think he's cutie," Vess said crawling over to me.

I offered to help her up, but she waved my hand away, then I gasped when her
hand grabbed the waistband of my shorts above my crotch.   I had to grab the
sides to prevent my drawers from going down with the ship as she tried to use it
as a handle to pull herself up by.  Her other hand reached up and grabbed my
left wrist just as my dick started to respond to her palm's pressure, and I
helplessly stood there trying my best to keep my stretching shorts from letting
my woody see day light.

Her face was just at the level where she noticed my pubic hair was starting to
show when I heard the sound of fabric starting to give.  My right hand let go of
its side and took a hold of her arm as it slipped my shorts down far enough to
see my happy sack.

In what would have appeared to have been a comical dance, I struggled to help
her up to her feet while trying to slip my shorts back up.  The problem was,
Vess didn't want either of those two things to succeed, having gotten into her
head she wanted to compare me to her drunken lover.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!" Doug said, apparently having managed to
get back up on his feet. 

"I'M TRYING to help her up!  But SHE's trying to do something ELSE!" I
exclaimed.

Doug walked over and stood watching us from less than a foot away without
interfering for over a minute, glancing from my exposed groin and her struggling
face.  

Finally he suddenly he said, "Let GO of her, FUGGER!" and gave me a shove
backwards.

I lost my balance and my grip, and found my bare butt landing in the trashcan
behind me with my stretched shorts around my knees.

"You fuggen touch Vess again and I'll fuggen kill you...  you fugger," he said
pointing his finger at me while helping his girl up.

"Yours is bigger," Vess said to Doug after she took a quick feel of his crotch.
She looked over at me and stuck her tongue out while Doug growled and started
giving her neck another hickey to add to her collection.

As I pulled myself from the Rubbermaid trashbin and slipped my oversized shorts
back up, Becky came over to me while Vess started to gasp and wiggle under
Doug's handling.

"Come on," Becky said grabbing me by the over used handle while the other two
sank back down to the floor.

She led me out to the living room, happily leaving Vess's gasps behind.  But as
started climbing the stairs to the second floor, we both couldn't help but
snicker from Vess's loud voice saying "Wake UP, you asshole and finish what you
started!"

"Wow!" I said when we entered her bedroom.

"You like?" she grinned as she shut the door and locked it.

Her big white canopy bed was in the center of a room filled with white teddy
bears of all sizes and shapes.  Her bed had at least ten of them resting against
the pillows, and the top was loaded with them too.  The bears were everywhere,
little tiny ones sitting on the window sill, a giant one which doubled as a
chair, and three sitting on her dresser in various posses that made them look
like they were offering to help comb her hair.

The floor ended not at the soft white walls, but at a line of bears which
circled the room.  Bears were peaking out the closet, keeping the books on her
shelves from falling over, helping with her homework by her desk, and even
holding the large round clock up high enough to be seen from the bed.

"Its... Incredible!" I exclaimed.  "How did you get all these bears?"

"My uncle makes them.  Every time I see him, he gives me another one," she said,
picking one off her bed and stroking its fur affectionately.

I felt a bit out of place as she separately picked up and carried each bear off
her bed and placed them on a empty shelf after kissing them on their foreheads.
She treated them like they were all her babies, her emotions a steady calm
unlike the troubled waters she had less than a half an hour before.

I almost gave into my heart's desire to make her forget everything about me and
what we had done that afternoon, wanting to simply vanish from her life so I
could always remember her mothering her bears with the love and gentleness I
never believed anyone could give a stuffed toy.  But when the last bear was
comfortably seated on the crowded shelf, she came over to me and looked at my
face while I stared at the happy faces of her bears.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"I've done something horrible to you, haven't I.  I should have never tried
to..."

"You haven't done anything but try and give me what I wanted," she said, still
looking at me.  "I don't blame you for anything.  Why should you?"

"Because.  Damn it, Becky.  I made a promise to myself a long time ago never to
be a girls first unless I loved her.  I've broken that promise twice now, and
that's out of three..."

She turned away from me suddenly, but not quickly enough to see I had said
something that had upset her.  I opened my mouth to ask her what, but then
realized my error and knew I would have to correct it in actions and not words.

I silently got down on my knees while issuing the commands to create the
illusion I wanted, then closed my eyes, clasped my hands together and placed
them over my heart.  

With my face as relaxed and pleasant looking as possible, I said in a gentle
voice, "But I do love you now, Becky."

I nearly ruined my surprise when she took longer to turn around than I had
expected, but just before I was about to open my eyes to see what was going on,
I heard the gasp and waited for her next move.

"Oh my God..  Tim?" she said, finding I had turned myself into a white teddy
bear for her.  

I watched through her mind, seeing myself as a cuddly white bear with his paws
covering his heart in a gesture of love.  I was impressed at how real I
appeared.  Even thought it had been my idea and commands, it was her imagination
actually doing the work.

"Tim?" she mewed softly, getting down on her knees in front of me.

She extended her hand out to touch my face, but before it could made contact,
she jerked it back uncertain whether her touch could harm me.

"Tim!? Please say something!?" she cried starting to get scared.

"I love you," I said without moving anything more than my lips.

"You do?" she said with mixed emotions.

"I do," I said opening my eyes and smiling, then holding my arms spread apart in
the universal sign for a hug.

Becky's eyes teared up as her mouth broke out in a grin.  She move towards me to
give me the hug I wanted, hesitating only a second at the sight of my teddy bear
paws.

I hugged her warmly, finding her hug feeling better than I imagined it would.  I
found myself feeling better about the things I had allowed myself to do with
her, and even added a few of my own sniffles to hers as we hugged for seemingly
forever.

An idea occurred to me as our mutual embrace was coming to an end, and issued a
few new instructions similar to the first.  As my vision blurred a moment, I
felt my skin suddenly tingle all over while Becky gasped again, then pulled away
to look at Becky who was examining her fur covered arms and paws.

"What's the matter, Becky Bear?  Haven't you ever imagined what it felt like as
one of your bears?"

"I can't believe it!  How did you do it?  Never mind, I don't want to ruin it.
Thank you, Timmy Bear!" she said, giving me a bear kiss on my cheek.

I watched her prance around the room, talking to her fellow bears and having a
grand old time, feeling very content and happy about the way things were turning
out.  I was sure after we made love Becky would have enough control over her
submissive desires to be stable again.  And that's when I wondered what it would
be like to make love to her as a teddy bear.

The squawk I made stopped her dance short, and she immediately came back over to
me and said, "What's the matter, Timmy Bear?"

"Oh, nothing.  It was just a bit of a shock to find.." I paused, feeling my
cheek fur glowing red.

"Find what?" she said, following my eyes to my crotch.

Her laughter only made my embarrassment even worse, but I had to chuckle myself
when she spread her legs apart and exclaimed, "Silly bear!  Didn't you know
teddy's don't have genitals?"

Then I got a horny idea, and momentarily peeked through the illusion my
imagination was providing.  Becky watched with curiosity as turned around and
wiggled my loose shorts and boxers off, not suspecting what I was doing even
though it should have been perfectly obvious.

"What ARE you doing," she said, moving closer to look.

I closed the gap in my illusion, allowing my vision to return to teddy bear
land, then was pleased by the end result moments before Becky Bear's paws turned
me around.

"Oh my teddyness," she said, gaping at my teddy bear dick.  

Actually, it looked just the same as it always did to me, except for the hair
being white that is.  I was disappointed to find Becky's mind down sizing it to
teddy bear proportions, but I didn't attempt to alter it.

I saw her expression change again, finding my cock to drag the submissive
feelings out of her like oil in water.

"Hey Becky Bear," I said, capturing her eyes with mine and leaning forwards for
a kiss.

After kissing her submissive lips, I looked lovingly into her eyes and said, "I
love the Becky who likes to kiss back.  The Becky who knows what she wants and
does what she likes, not what I want and what I like.  Please don't do this
again?"

"Okay, Timmy Bear," she said happily before knocking me onto my back and landing
on top of me.  "If you want me to do what I want.."

The kiss she gave me took my breath away.  God, I was surprised by her attitude
reversal.  Becky was even starting to get a little rough with her handling of my
balls while raping my mouth with everything she could muster.

I was ready to do just about anything she said by the time she broke off her
attack.  While we both panted like bears on a hot day, she managed to say, "Lets
get out of the bear suits and try out the bed like a pair of humans, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I canceled our illusions.

"No wonder I couldn't feel anything," she said, rubbing her hand across her
crotch.  "I forgot we.. I still had clothes on."

"Not for long," I said, picking her up and carrying her to the waiting bed.

With out any need for words, we rejoined our lips together while I worked
steadily at removing the shorts and the lower half of her bathing suit before we
broke apart long enough to remove our shirts and her swim suit's top piece.

Becky was distracted by the incredibly strong submissive desires from looking at
my dick, but managed to successfully shrug them off and looked up at me with a
smile.

That smile just pulled me up to her like a magnet, and while I slowly made love
to her lips, I found her laying down on her back while gently pulling me on top
of her.

Some people say one woman's body is pretty much like the next, and after a while
they all seem the same.  I have never found that to be true, always finding
something very unique with each woman's body I made love to.

I will always distinguish Becky's body from the rest by her incredibly virgin
pussy.  I know that sounds pretty pathetic, but even though I had already taken
her virginity once, I would have never known it as I slipped my cock into her
hot tight puss, not even thinking about the missing hymen.

In fact, because she was on bottom that time, Becky's love canal was just as
tight or tighter than it had been.  But more importantly, the responses she gave
me were more true to that of a virgin feeling the pleasure of her first dance
under the sheets.  Her gasps, moans, kissing lips, and exploring hands were all
that of a newly made woman who I would strive to make orgasm at least twice
before sharing my own with her.

And after her second, I was pleasantly surprised and physically relieved when
she forced me on my back and proceeded to fuck me madly with every intention of
making me cum with or without her.

So when Becky sat up and started to fuck me like that, I switched on my magic
touch, making her body shiver as it felt the pleasure emanating from my
fingertips.  Her body quickly followed my movements, letting herself be guided
back down to rest against my chest, then passively, yet not submissively,
allowed me to stroke her body's nerves, making her entire torso feel the
pleasure similar to what my dick felt as she continued to hump it with her tight
puss.

I devoured her tits with my tongue and lips, felt her ass enough to remember
each and every inch of it, then finally whispered to her I was ready.  She
replied with a deep kiss, then sat back up and started to hump with renewed
energy.

My magic touch drove her beyond her normal lust, beyond her ability to feel her
exhaustion, only feeling the pleasure and promised bliss of her steadily
building orgasm.

As her sweat dripped off her body to rain down on mine, I joined in her
desperate and loud moans, feeling us close to the promise land.  I nearly
started crying as she emitted a most wonderful growling moan as we erupted
together, her voice so loud and strong that it made my ears ring.  

My dick had finished spurting its meager amount of cum several moments before
her own climax reached its absolute peak. But when that happened, her eyes
rolled up into her head as her moan faded into silence, and while I was easing
her unconscious body down to rest on top of me, the door to her room suddenly
was broke open by her brother.

"BECKY!!" he cried as I moved her nude helpless form onto her back beside me.
"I'LL KILL YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HER!"

"Shhh!" I said calmly.  "Don't wake her.  She's dreaming about her bears."

As my commands struck home in his head, the rage in eyes promptly changed into a
look of endearment for Becky.

"Where you gentle with her?" he said after helping me pile the bears around her
nude body and then followed me out of her room.

I nodded as I quietly closed the door behind me.

"Good.  Say, you want a drink?"

"Uhm, thanks.  Maybe some other time?"

"Sure, anytime, Tommy."

"Timmy," I reminded him.

"No, my name is....  My name is....   VESS!  I forgot my fucking name!" he said
finding himself returning to his humorous mood again.

"SHHH! Not so loouudd.." Vess snickered from the bottom of the stairs, nude,
legs spread wide, and holding the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.

"Hey Vess..  Becky isn't a virgin no more," Dough said to her as he took the
bottle from her limp hand to take another swig.  

Then he said to me, "Vess hasn't been a virgin for a long time, have you sexy
Vessy," Dougy Wuggy said 

"NOPE!" she said rolling her head towards us.  "Why?  He wanna fuCK!"

Doug stopped in mid gulp and looked over at me.  He stared at me while taking
another few gulps, then exaggerated the "Tch AAHHHH" sound he made.

"Yeah, how about it, Tommy boy.  You up to fucking my slutty girl friend?"

"EWWW, you know what that does to me," Vess said, trying to operate her finger
to frig herself.

I glanced at the clock on the mantle, and figured I had about a half hour to
kill before I would have to leave to meet Teri.

"Sure why not," I said, accepting the bottle from Doug.

I nearly spit it out all over them when I tried to imitate their gulps and found
my throat on fire.

"SHIT!" I choked out.  "What the hell did you put in this?  Gasoline?"

"Aww!  He guessed the secwet ingwed...iant!" Vess sputtered.

Doug walked over to a big vase and placed his finger over his lips in a hushing
gesture, then pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and funnel.  He brought them
over to me and slipped the funnel in the neck of the Jack Daniels.  I watched as
he refilled the Jack Daniels with a third of the 200 proof bottle's contents.

"Shit," I said, realizing that I would probably get drunker than they were if I
had took even two more gulps of the stuff.

Doug took another couple of swigs before exclaiming, "WHOA! Hey Vess!  It really
has some kick to it now."

"Lemetwy," she said, holding her hand out limply while not bothering to raise
her head up.

"Not until Tommy fuggs you, you slut," he said wickedly while handing me the
bottle again.

Suddenly I found myself feeling the famous peer pressure that teens are famous
for giving into.  Doug's eyes never let up as he waited for me to take another
sip from the bottle.  I felt a strong desire to fit in overcome the knowledge I
shouldn't do it, and finally took another sip very carefully.

"GOD!" I said with the fumes I felt rising from my scorched throat.  

But after feeling his surprisingly steady stare beat down on me, I took another
two gulps, and finally found relief when he turned around to place the other
bottle back in its hiding place.

It wasn't until he stumbled and fell right at my feet by the stairs that I
realized I was already feeling the warm giddy sensations of the alcohol.  I felt
relaxed and comfortable, and started to even smile a little as Doug picked
himself up with a stupid grin on his face.

"Oops, I twipped," he said.

I giggled like a ten year old, which only made the other two laugh as well.  I
was feeling really good, like we were old friends enjoying each other's company,
and didn't resist taking another swig.

"You know?  I think I'm getting the hang of thith," I said, trying to see the
fumes from my breath.

"I don remember.  Am I gonna fugg someone?  Or something?" Vess said from the
base of the steps.

My dick woke up immediately, and I swore I could feel the alcohol rush to my
hardening dick.  So to replenish my supply, I took two big gulps, then gasped
out, "YEAH..  I'm going to fugg.. fuck you."

When I got up, I found my legs not as sure as they had been when I had sat down
on the step.  Doug, having expected my loss of coordination, reached up and
steadied me, then managed to help me get down the last three steps without me
falling flat on my face.

I must have been saying "shit" every three seconds, finding it impossible to
lower my drawers without having to stop and steady myself to keep from landing
on the floor.

"What's the madder?" Doug said, standing next to me, dick in hand.

"I can't fuggen get my pants off, man," I said, trying again.

"Here, let me do it," he said setting the bottle down and carefully lowering
himself on his knees.

I straightened myself out, finding the air up at that level in the room to be a
little thin.  I noticed a colorful picture I hadn't seen before, and quickly
became fascinated by the way the waves in the background seemed to actually be
moving.  My mind was occupied by this, I only faintly felt my shorts and boxers
slipping down my legs.

"Wow.." I heard Doug say from below.

"What," I replied, not taking my eyes off the little boy standing on the sea
shore waving at me.

"Your dick is so straight.  Mine's like bent one way a little.  See?"

I glanced down, and confirmed what he said, then looked back up and found the
little boy wasn't waving, but masturbating.

"From the way its curved, you'd have to fuck a girl doggy style to reach her
g-spot."

"Really?" Doug said looking at his dick like it was something new.

"Yeah.  I haven't been able to reach the g-spot on every girl I've fucked, but
I've reached enough of them to know."

"Wow.  So you like fuck a lot of girls?" he said with a strange sound to his
voice.

"I guess."

"You ever fuck a guy?" he asked.

I glanced down at him, making him shift his gaze from my dick to my face, then
said nervously, "Just wondering."

I looked back up to the picture and watched as the big fat girl came over to the
little boy and started sucking him.

"Yeah, I've fucked a couple of guys."

"Did you let them, like, fuck you too?"

"Yeah, that was the best part."

"Why?"

"'Cause, it was.  The best sex I've had was with my best friend Joey fuck my ass
while I fucked my girlfriend Suzi.  She has a nice ass too."

"Shit," he said, pounding his meat really fast.

I watched the little boy fuck the ass of the big fat girl, not really caring
whether Doug gave into his drunken lust and sucked my dick into his mouth like
he was fantasizing.  But when I felt his breath on the head of my dick, I closed
my eyes and happily anticipated his mouth that never came.  When I opened my
eyes a minute later, I found him passed out, still sitting up with his dick in
his still hand.

"Fuck," I said, really wanting someone to suck me off.

"Whadhedo?" Vess said.  "Hefallasleeponya"

"Yeah, right before he was going to blow me, too."

"He was?" she said with a surprisingly clear voice.

"Yeah," I said looking hopefully over at her.

"I can't believe he was that drunk.  He's the biggest fag hater I've ever met."

"How come you're not drunk?" I said, my eyes landing on her open pussy.

"I'm drunk.  Just not that drunk.  It's more fun to fake it and watch him fuck
himself up," she said grinning.

"Whad he mean about you not being a virgin for a long time?"

"Doug and I first did it when we were eight.  We've never had sex with anyone
but each other.  So stop looking at me like that.  He would have never let you
actually do it."

"You wanna bet?  He was so horned out from the idea, he was thinking about going
up stairs and trying his sister out."

"You're just saying that to make me want to fuck you out of revenge," she said,
teasing me by spreading her legs a little wider.

I felt my lust wash through me, driving my drunken brain to malfunction in ways
that were not healthy to others around me.  Especially to those who were
spreading their legs apart while my hardon was begging to dive between them to
sniff out that g-spot I was bragging about.

As the commands somehow made it to their destinations despite my rotten aim,  I
reached for the bottle and managed to swallow another gulp before hearing Vess
gasp.

"I take it you might like the idea of me fucking your slutty fuck slit," I said,
waving my dick in front of her increasingly lust filled face.

"Noo.." she said, licking her lips nervously.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like my nice, big, straight pleasure rod slipping
into your pussy and making you moan on the top of your lungs?"

"UHHH!" she said, slipping her fingers into her slit and began to fuck herself.

"Nothing could feel as good as my penis fucking you and fucking you and cumming
inside you..." I said hypnotically.

"Uhhh?"

"Yes, that's it.  You do want it, don't you."

"Uhhh huh?"

"Say you want it."

"I... I want it."
 
"Say you want my penis inside your vagina," I teased.

"I want your fucking cock up my PUSSY!" she screamed.

"That's fugging behher," I said as I tried to move myself into position.

"Oh hurry UP!  Fuck me! Fuck me NOW! GET IT IN ME!  OHHHH!  I GOTTA HAVE IT IN
ME!" she yelled in my face as I struggled to figure out how to get my relaxing
member into her cunt.

The combination of her yelling and the strange twisting of my body from trying
to aim my cock at her already humping crotch triggered a most unpleasant side
affect of having too much to drink.

"Uhhhck...  I'm gonna be sick," I said, trying to relax on top of her.

Unfortunately, I had made her so desperate to have me fuck her, she wasn't about
to let me relax.  Her body was constantly in motion, as well as her mouth as she
begged, threatened, and screamed for me to fuck her.  That only made my
condition worse, and with in moments of her succeeding in getting my soft cock
inside her, I was struggling to get away from her to go throw up somewhere.

"TIM!  What are you DOING!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim.

"Help me!" I said, reaching with my right hand and frantically waving it around
so she could see me.  "I gotta puke and she wone leh me!"

Becky grabbed my arm and started pulling, finding it more difficult than she
thought from my drunken limp state.  The two girls were pulling me a part,
making me loose what control I had left and I felt it starting to come up.

But then suddenly I was free of Vess's grasp, and I found myself flying towards
the vase that had the bottle of poison in it.  Becky let go, and I managed to
make it to the vase just as it started to come out of my mouth and nose.
Unfortunately, instead of barfing in it, I knocked it over and wound up puking
on its remains.

That was just about the low point of the evening, not that it got much better.
Once I had thoroughly soiled their living room carpet with my digestional
juices, I passed out and apparently lost bladder control.  I don't remember
anything until at some point when my mom showed up to take me home.  You could
say she was just a little pissed at me.  Especially since I had apparently
switched Vess's desperate sexual needs towards Doug at some point and she had to
"restrain" her before she killed him.

Not that Doug complained, mind you.  In fact he sent me a thank you present a
few days after I had straighten Vess out.  I got a nice big bottle of Jack
Daniels which I promptly poured down the drain.  Okay, so I did take a sip.  But
I was just a little curious at what it tasted like without the 200 proof added.
I hate to say it, but...  It definitely was missing something.  And that
wouldn't be the last time I would have a run in with old Jack.

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