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Subject: {ASSM} Under the Radar by Dorsai (MF, MM, FF, mast, 1st, BDSM,  forced, ws, scat, beast, oral, anal, mc)
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CAUTION:

   Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts, itching,
chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure, tenderness in one or
more localized regions of the body, condemnation to the Bad Place To Go
After You Die (as defined by local religious authorities), or any one of a
number of Bad Things (depending on local conditions).  Author sincerely
hopes Intelligence agency computers get a hard-on reading this story.  Any
resemblance to any persons past, present, future, living, dead, or
reanimated (regardless of means or method) is too fucking bad.  Greetings
to the National Security Agency.  Use of this story does not mean you will
actually have sex.  Actual persons may vary in personality, intelligence,
sexual preference(s), or appearance from those portrayed in this story. 
Author not responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages
resulting from reading the story.  Attempts to repeat, engage in, or
duplicate the actions in this story may produce different results.  Readers
are cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards.  Do not confuse this story
with Real Life.

   GUARANTEE I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else
happens to like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a
look at this one.  If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price.  (That last part
was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

   FEEDBACK Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are
welcome.  Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what
you didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but taking
that additional step of offering a correction or helpful suggestion ("I'm
into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding crops") that applies
to more than just one story.  If offered a story idea, I may have a try at
it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to write a plausible accounting
of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's foray into watersports just because
someone makes the suggestion; that kind of stuff just doesn't spin my
propeller.  If you've read my stuff before, that's (roughly) what you're
going to get.  'Kay?

   "Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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

   Under The Radar

   Kevin Sellers' job sucked.

   The most sure sign he had that it sucked was the fact that it was his
job.  Everything else about his life sucked, so it logically followed that
his job must suck, too.

   Oh, sure, the job title was okay.  After all, anybody that heard he was
a "Chemical Engineering Support Technician" at the prestigious American
Industry Research Labs would think his job was terrific.  But the truth of
the matter was that all he was was a glorified janitor and dishwasher.

   No, he didn't wander around with one of those carts stacked with all the
cleaning crap, and he didn't work in a restaurant kitchen.  Still, he did
have to clean up other people's messes (particularly that arrogant prick
Dr. Hanover!), and he sure as hell spent most of his time washing the test
tubes, bottles, flasks, and other crap that all those over-paid asshole
chemists kept dirtying up for no good reason that he could see.

   Take now, for instance.  Here he was, a college graduate (his mind
glossed over the fact that it was a two-year community college, and he'd
gotten a certification, not an actual degree), and the last thing he had to
do before he got to go home -- late, again!  -- was clean up the mess the
exalted Doctor Hanover had made when his fat little fingers lost their grip
on that rack of test tubes.  Not only did he have to worry about slicing a
finger open, but the stench of all those chemicals together was enough to
make a buzzard puke.  He'd be lucky if he got his appetite back before he
had to go to bed that night -- so he could get up in the morning and come
in and go through all this bullshit again.

   Knowing that the stench would get through anyway, Kevin blew off putting
on the respirator he was supposed to wear -- nobody else was around, and
the damn thing was too hot and uncomfortable.  As he swept up the broken
glass, Kevin began to feel a little light-headed, even as he felt himself
beginning to get what felt like was going to be one bitch of a headache. 
Wonderful.  Just fucking wonderful.

   He got the glass cleaned up, but didn't leave the chemical neutralizer
they provided on the mess for the full ten minutes he was supposed to
before sweeping it up and dumping it with the rest.  Woozy, and with a dull
pain behind his eyes, he pushed the spill cart back to where it was kept
before shedding his lab coat (Hah!  There was a joke, him wearing a lab
coat like all the rest of the pompous asses in this joint!).  After letting
himself out through all the damn security-keyed doors, he made his way to
the same piece of crap car he'd had for the last seven years.

   The long drive home didn't improve his attitude any, and when he got
into his sparsely furnished "efficiency" apartment, the headache that had
started at the labs threatened to have his brains leaking out his ears. 
His absence of appetite was attributed to the remembered smell of the
chemical shit pile he'd had to deal with.  Too tired and out of sorts to
deal with the crap on TV, he just laid down on the small couch that also
served as his bed.  After a while, he fell into a fitful sleep.



   When he woke up the next morning, the headache he'd had the night before
not only hadn't gone away, it had gotten worse -- something he hadn't
thought possible.

   Barely managing to choke down a cup of instant coffee (he didn't have
enough room for an honest-to-God coffeemaker), he didn't have anything even
vaguely resembling an appetite for anything more solid.  After showering
and getting dressed, he went out and got in his car for the long-ass drive
to work.  Once he was inside the lab he was assigned to, the first thing he
had to deal with was that asshole Hanover asking him if he'd cleaned up the
mess.

   Somehow managing to choke back the question "Do you fucking smell it,
dickhead?", he simply said that he had.  Then Hanover had the balls to ask
him if he'd followed Procedure.  Having completely forgotten that he'd
blown off using his respirator, or that he hadn't waited the full time for
the neutralizer to work, he answered that he had -- something he'd have
done, anyway, since he'd seen what happened to the one guy that had given
the wrong answer.  Satisfied, Hanover walked off... and didn't see the rude
gesture Kevin made toward his departing back.

   Kevin's headache didn't improve during the day, but thankfully didn't
get any worse.  When lunchtime came, he realized he'd forgotten to pack a
lunch; that was okay, since he wasn't even hungry enough to finish the
donuts he got from the cafeteria.  Much to his relief, nobody dropped
anything, and there was hardly any glassware for him to wash up before he
got off work.

   When he got home, Kevin discovered that he was actually starting to feel
a little hungry.  He managed to down a sandwich and soda before stretching
out on his couch to watch a little TV.  One of the programs that night was
a movie about a bunch of people going back for their high school reunion;
something that reminded him his own 10-year reunion was being held the
coming weekend.  Though the idea of doing anything like that himself was a
joke (not only hadn't he made any friends in high school, he'd actually
become one of those outsiders that nobody wanted anything to do with), he
half-assed watched it anyway.  He didn't realize that his reactions to the
different events was almost exactly the opposite of what was intended, and
that his opinions of the different characters was entirely inappropriate.
Well, it wouldn't have mattered to him if he'd noticed, anyway.

   By the time the program ended, he was surprised to realize that his
headache was all but gone.  After taking a couple of aspirin to try and
deal with what was left of it, he was tired enough to just go to bed
instead of staying up to watch the news and weather.  He always shut the TV
off before sports came on; he'd never been particularly athletic, and had
no interest in such things.

   The next morning, he was relieved to notice that his headache was gone
-- although he didn't feel quite the same as he usually did, he was still
able to have a cup of coffee and bowl of cereal before making sure to pack
himself a lunch.

   Work went pretty much as it usually did for a Friday; there weren't any
more chemical spills, but he did have a lot of lab glass and equipment to
clean up, and he carefully followed the established procedure for dealing
with the resulting concoctions that the chemists had come up with.  That
was the one thing that everybody had emphasized to him when he'd gotten the
job -- the necessity of meticulously following the rules they'd set up for
dealing with all the chemicals the place used.  Since he couldn't even
pronounce half the shit, and the other half was some mish-mash of numbers
and terms like "tetra" this, and "poly" that, he didn't see the point; at
least, except for those few that actually had poison symbols on them, or
the various acids that he knew would eat right through him.

   Something that did throw him off during the day was that he kept
thinking that he heard people talking to him... even when they were a few
feet away, and he could SEE that their mouths weren't moving.  Most of what
he thought he heard wasn't very nice, or didn't make any sense to him, so
he just kept quiet and did his job.  Still, it was strange...

   As he was leaving to go home, he was behind several of the chemists, and
he thought he heard them talking about Doctor Hanover, mostly, but each
other, too.  None of it was nice, and he was sure there was going to be a
fistfight outside from some of it; like Doctor Thomas calling Doctor
Eldridge a "ham-handed pretender with the I.Q.  of a gibbon", or Doctor
Iverson talking about all the things he'd like to do with Doctor Wilson's
wife -- who was pretty hot, but still...

   Kevin had gotten home, and was walking from his car to his apartment
when he saw one of his neighbors, a cute little co-ed named Alyssa going to
the local college.  He was looking right at her, and could SEE that her
mouth stayed closed even as he heard her say "Ew, there's Kreepy Kevin. 
Every time I catch him looking at me, I feel like I need to take a shower!"

   Sure, she always had to go someplace right away when he tried to talk to
her, but he didn't have any idea she felt THAT way about him.  He started
to get mad, but when he looked around, she had already disappeared.

   After he got inside his apartment, Kevin still thought he heard the
voices of his neighbors.  Sure the walls in the place were thin, but they
weren't that bad!  He could swear that he could hear the young couple next
door talking -- except that they seemed to be having two entirely different
conversations.  He was talking about what he was going to do to her when
they were in bed that night, while she was going on about them needing to
replace some of their furniture.  Weird!

   The rest of the evening, Kevin kept thinking that he heard his different
neighbors talking -- at least, the ones that had apartments immediately
next to his; both sides, above and below, and even the one on the opposite
side of the building from him.  Even worse was the fact that it seemed to
get worse and worse as the evening went by; by the time he was too tired to
stay awake any longer, it sounded like all of them were in the room with
him, and all talking at the same time...

   When he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see how early it
was; as late as he'd finally gone to bed, he figured it would be lot later
than it was before he woke up again.  Getting up, he put on a pair of pants
before wandering over to look out his one-and-only window.  Outside, he saw
Alyssa walking by in the little outfit she wore when she went jogging: a
pair of shorts that barely covered her tight little ass, a jersey over the
sports bra she wore, socks, and sneakers -- she had her sweatband holding
her dark hair in place, and already had the earbuds for her little radio
stuck in her ears.  Watching as she walked by, Kevin found himself wishing
that she'd hold still... he really liked looking at her butt in those
shorts!

   To his pleased surprise, Alyssa stopped dead in her tracks and just
stood there.  Eying the rounded globes of her ass, Kevin wondered what it
really looked like; when he started to wish that he could see it, he was
amazed to see her reach around and push the back of her shorts down,
revealing the thong that appeared from between her exposed cheeks.  Even as
he was checking out the smooth orbs of Alyssa's ass, Kevin realized that
something was going on.  He'd wished that she'd stop so he could look at
her, and she had.  Then he'd wished he could look at her bare ass cheeks,
and she'd lowered the back of her shorts to show them to him.  Suddenly
realizing that she was standing out there with her ass literally hanging in
the breeze, Kevin thought that she should pull her shorts up again; a
moment later, she did, then continued to just stand there.

   As Kevin started trying to figure out what was going on, he finally
noticed that the voices that he thought he'd been hearing had pretty much
faded out; they were still there, but they were more like the kind of
general noise he heard in the cafeteria at work... recognizable as people
talking, but not much more unless he consciously focused on one.  As he
continued to think about what was going on, he looked out at Alyssa again.
She was still standing there, and as he looked at her, he thought he began
to hear her talking -- except that all that she was doing was just trying
to remember what she had meant to do, since she couldn't understand why she
was just standing there.  Beginning to put the pieces together, Kevin
started to understand that he had somehow stopped her from going out on her
morning jog, and then made her drop the back of her jogging shorts and show
him her ass, just by wishing she'd do those things.  With that, it occurred
to him to wonder... could he get her up to his apartment?  And maybe even
do more than just wave her ass at him?

   Focusing his attention on her, Kevin started thinking of Alyssa turning
toward the stairs that led up to his second-floor apartment; down on the
sidewalk below, she did just what he was imagining.  From there, it didn't
take long for him to get her up the stairs, and then standing outside his
door.  When he opened it, he saw her standing there, with a faint look of
unhappiness on her face.  Though her lips didn't move, he could hear her
wondering why she'd come up there when it was the last place she wanted to
be.  Only then did it occur to him that he wasn't hearing voices, he was
hearing thoughts.

   There was no hiding the glee he felt as he wished her into his
apartment, then closed the door behind her.  When she was standing in the
middle of the room, he had her stop, then turn to face him.  He moved to
stand in front of her, and heard her mind begin to realize that HE was
somehow responsible for her being there, even though he hadn't been
anywhere near her.  She absently pulled the earbuds for her stereo out of
her ears, then unclipped it from the waistband of her jogging shorts. 
Using her headband to bundle the stereo and earbuds together, she set them
aside.

   Giving voice to his desires, Kevin told her "Alyssa, you like showing
yourself off in shit like your little jogging outfit there -- so I think
I'd like to see what you really look like.  What I'd like you to do is take
off your shirt and whatever you've got on under it.  I want to see what
you've got for tits."

   Knowing, then, that it was Kevin somehow controlling her, Alyssa begged
him "Please... no, Kevin..."

   "Don't you mean 'Kreepy Kevin', Alyssa?  And I say yes.  Strip, damn
you!"

   The fear was as plain in Alyssa's eyes as her tears were when she
reached for the bottom of the jersey she had on; he could see that she was
struggling to fight him as her arms raised, pulling the jersey with them
until he could see the abbreviated bra she had on.  When the jersey was
completely off of her, he had her simply toss it aside.  Her hands went to
the bottom of the bra, between her breasts, before she pulled it out and
up, revealing her somewhat smallish breasts.  When she'd rid herself of the
bra, she just stood there crying silently as Kevin looked at her exposed
mammaries.  He didn't think that either one was much more than he could
hold in his cupped hand; generally cone-shaped, they were capped with
somewhat puffy areolas and nipples that were a light tan color.  Stepping a
little closer to her, Kevin reached out with both hands to cup her breasts
and found them warm and smooth.  When he squeezed them, he saw the slight
pain in Alyssa's eyes as he discovered that her breasts were a lot softer
than he'd expected.  Releasing them, he stepped back again to Alyssa's
visible relief -- which proved to be short-lived when he told her "Now lose
the shorts and underwear."

   Her eyes revealed her shame and embarrassment as she slid her hands
under the waistband of her shorts, then began to ease them down her legs,
slowly, as if she hoped he'd change his mind.

   He only smiled in cruel pleasure when they fell down to around her
ankles, revealing the front of the thong that he knew she was wearing.  It
barely covered her mons, and Kevin found himself starting to get hard at
the idea of seeing what was under it.  With a peremptory gesture, he
indicated he wanted them gone, too; Alyssa began to cry silently as she
obeyed his command, sliding the thong down to join her jogging shorts
around her ankles.

   When she stood up again, Keven couldn't believe what he saw -- she kept
her entire pubic area shaved clean as a baby's.  He could easily see the
hood over her clitoris peeking at him from her cleft at the top; between
her slender thighs, he saw the edges of her vaginal lips.  The sight of her
quickly had him semi-erect.  It had been entirely too long since he'd found
any sexual pleasure with anyone but himself, and Kevin knew immediately
that he wanted to fuck her.  But before that, he wanted to take her down a
few notches so she'd know that she wasn't Little Miss College Girl...

   "Alyssa, dear", he told her, "I think it's about time we had a little
fun together.  You've never given me a smile with that mouth of yours, so
what I'd like you to do with it now is suck my cock."

   Horrified, Alyssa told him "I... I've never done anything like that! 
I've had boyfriends and everything, but all we ever did was kiss, and...
and touch each other, a little!"

   Dumbfounded, Kevin asked "Are you telling me you're... a virgin?"

   Hesitantly, Alyssa nodded her head, hoping that Kevin would let her go
once he knew.

   Those hopes were dashes to pieces when she heard him say "Well, now,
that's even better, for what I've got planned for us!  Get over here and on
your knees, sweetheart -- you're about to learn how to give head!"

   Blushing furiously even as she began to cry again, Alyssa took a
half-step forward, then slowly sank to her knees in front of him.  Without
his having to say a word, she knew that she was supposed to unfasten his
pants, and pull them down.  When she'd done that, she was left with a clear
view of the ungodly-huge (or so it seemed) bulge in his shorts.  Slipping
her fingers under the waistband, she pulled them down -- and gasped when
his cock slipped into view.

   She got his shorts down to his knees, then looked up at his face,
uncertain what he wanted next.  She felt the bile rise in her throat as she
opened her mouth and captured the head of his penis between her lips after
he told her "In your mouth, Alyssa... there's a good girl!"

   Over the next several minutes, Keven talked Alyssa through how to use
her lips and mouth and tongue to get him to full erection; once she'd
gotten that accomplished, he guided her to begin bobbing her head on him
while softly sucking.  He could feel the shame and horror and guilt and
everything else that she was feeling about what she was doing to him -- and
that only aroused him even more.  When he felt himself getting close to
cumming, he told her that she'd better keep her mouth on him when it
happened... and that he wanted her to hold his cum in her mouth until he
told her she could swallow it.  If she didn't...

   Less than a minute later, he grabbed her head and tried to stuff his
cock down her throat; her attempt to squeal in protest was cut off by the
jets of his semen that filled her mouth.

   A minute or so after his cock quit squirting his thick cum, he let go of
her head and pulled his penis from her mouth.  Looking down at her, he
commanded "Swallow it, cunt."

   Fighting the urge to retch, she somehow managed to do it -- only to have
him tell her "Now, lick my cock clean; and no using your hands, either."

   Doing as he'd told her, she eventually managed to clean his penis of the
residue of his cum.  Mortified by what she'd just done, Alyssa hesitantly
asked "Can... can I go now?"

   Kevin just laughed before telling her "Not even, bitch!"

   After he'd gotten her to finish undressing him, Kevin took a seat on his
couch; looking at her still kneeling on the floor, he tried to think of
what would help him get it up so he could fuck her.  When he looked at her
shaven pussy, he knew just what would do the trick...

   At Kevin's command, Alyssa rid herself of her running shoes and socks,
then her shorts and thong.  Standing naked in front of him, she hung her
head in shame after hearing him tell her "Now what I want you to do is lay
down on the floor, right here in front of me, and spread your legs.  I want
to see this virgin pussy of yours."

   Trying to fight him with her mind again was a wasted effort; it was
barely a minute before she was positioned as he'd instructed.  Her horror
at the situation grew even worse when he commanded her to start
masturbating.  Sure, she'd done it before, but never in FRONT of anyone! 
Shucks, she didn't hardly do it much, at all, even -- her parents had
raised her too religiously for her to get the pleasure from it that she
heard other girls talking about.  But there was no arguing with him, and
she put one of her hands between her legs and began touching herself in the
hope that what she was doing was good enough.

   It wasn't.  Kevin could see that she was basically just going through
the motions; when he looked into her mind, he was surprised to discover
that she rarely touched herself that way, and had only ever had a couple of
orgasms... and small ones, at that!

   Thinking that if her could get her to strip, then blow him and start
frigging herself, he might be able to do more, Kevin tried to see if he
couldn't help get her a little more worked up.

   It took a few minutes for Alyssa to realize that she was getting more
enjoyment from what she was doing than she meant (or wanted) to.  But by
that time, it was too late -- it did feel pretty darn good when she rubbed
her 'button' (that was what she called her clitoris, in her mind), and ran
her finger across her 'baby place' (the entrance to her vagina).  With her
increasing arousal, she didn't have the inclination to think about why she
was getting so much more pleasure from touching herself; she was too busy
making herself feel so much better than she ever had before...

   As Kevin sat back and watched, Alyssa got more and more involved in
pleasuring herself.  Even from where he sat, he could see her cunt start
leaking; her virginal pussy lips were getting darker and longer and thicker
in response to what she was doing.  Looking a little higher, he saw that
her areolas had puckered, and that her nipples were longer than they'd been
before -- why, her tits were actually starting to look pretty damn good,
that way!

   But she didn't have enough in the way of tits for him to try fucking
them, so he turned his eyes back to where Alyssa's had was busy between her
thighs.  Her fingers and the area between her thighs was shiny with the
juices that were leaking out of her, and the sight was enough to get Kevin
hard again sooner than he'd thought he could.  Ready to get his first piece
of pussy in entirely too damn long, it looked to Kevin as though Alyssa was
getting close to having an orgasm ... one better than she'd ever had
before. Well, he couldn't have that happening; if she was going to climax,
it was going to be while he was balls-deep in her!

   When Alyssa heard Kevin tell her to stop, she found that she actually
didn't want to; it wasn't until he threatened her that she was able to pull
her hand from between her thighs.  When it got close to her face, she
smelled her juices on her fingers... and couldn't stop herself from licking
them off.  Once she was done, she opened her eyes and saw that Kevin was
sitting on the edge of his couch with his legs spread, and what looked like
it must be the biggest penis in the world sticking up.  She knew that he
meant to stick it in her -- and felt not only fear of the pain that it
might cause, but an incredible arousal.  When he told her to get to her
hands and knees, she tried not to show the anticipation she felt at the
idea of finally having something in her aching, empty vagina.

   With the cute little Alyssa on her hands and knees in front of him,
Keven moved behind her as he looked at the drooling slit of her cunt
between and below the firm globes of her tight ass.  Levering his cock
down, he wedged it between her labia and started trying to press himself
into her.  He'd never had a virgin before, and thought that the difficulty
he was having was because it was her first time; but when he happened to
look into her mind, he discovered that she was trying to resist him again.

   Alyssa wasn't prepared for the slap she received on the back of her
head, and it left her stunned -- but only until she suddenly felt an
incredible pain as something far too big was shoved not only through her
maidenhead, but even deeper and deeper, until she thought it was going to
split her in half.  It was all she could do not to scream with the pain;
and she probably would have, if whatever was being forced into her hadn't
finally stopped.  Even as she began to cry from the pain she was
experiencing, she realized that she could feel Keven's body pressed against
her butt -- and only then understood that what she'd felt had been him
forcing his erect penis inside her.  Knowing that she was being over-filled
by his erection didn't lessen her pain, but it did make it a little easier
to tolerate.  She was still coming to grips with the loss of her virginity,
and the feeling of having a man's penis inside her body when she felt him
begin to move.

   Alyssa's pussy was the hottest and tightest thing he'd ever had his cock
in, and Kevin was simply amazed at how incredibly good it felt.  As he
started to ease himself back out of her, he looked down and saw the blood
from her defunct hymen -- and silently resolved that she wasn't going to be
the last virgin he ever had, that was for sure!

   When only the head of his cock was inside her, he held still for a
moment before slowly filling her amazingly tight pussy again.  He could
hear her crying at what he'd done to her, and that only made his cock get
even harder, if such a thing were possible.

   Kevin's next stroke in Alyssa's hot pussy was a little faster; and the
one after that faster, still.  It wasn't but a minute or so before he was
sliding his manhood in and out of her as though she were a much more
experienced woman -- something made possible only because of her virginal
blood and the increasing supply of her natural lubrication.

   It had been a considerable relief to Alyssa when she felt Kevin sliding
his cock out of her.  What she wasn't ready to believe was that it could
feel the way it did when he pushed it back into her.  It didn't feel good,
exactly, but it certainly wasn't as painful as the first time.  Then when
he did it again, she felt even less discomfort; by the time he was
pistoning himself in and out of her regularly, she'd not only gotten used
to the feeling, but was starting to even... like it, a little.  As he
continued to thrust himself into her, she found that she was actually
beginning to enjoy it.

   Alyssa didn't know that her increasing pleasure was due entirely to
Kevin.  He knew that he could cum from fucking her that way, but he wanted
more than that.  He didn't just want HER to enjoy having him fuck her, he
wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock when she had an
orgasm, too -- to turn her into some kind of nympho that would fuck
anybody, any time, any where.  That would teach the little cunt not to be a
tease like she was!

   Alyssa had started using one hand to squeeze her breasts, and pinch and
pull on her nipples, when she felt Kevin start doing something else to her,
too -- rubbing his thumb across her anus, and pressing against it.  The
sensation was novel and intimate enough that she found it incredibly
erotic... and stimulating.  As he continued to slide his wonderful penis in
and out of her, she felt herself getting more and more aroused from the
additional stimulation his thumb was providing.

   Kevin was starting to get a little tired from fucking Alyssa, and had
decided that there was still one more thing that he wanted to do before he
let her leave.  Using his ability to influence her, he made sure that she
found no small pleasure from it when he began teasing the pucker of her
asshole.  He could feel her getting wetter after he started, and got a
generous dollop of his saliva on his thumb help lubricate her nether
opening for what he planned to do.  He continued to keep her rectum
lubricated while he teased it, even as he was continuing to fuck himself
into her tight pussy.  It wasn't difficult to tell when she was getting
close to having an orgasm, and he let another blob of his spit fall between
her ass cheeks.  When he felt her body begin to tense up with the start of
her climax, he buried his cock in her as far as he could -- then pushed his
thumb through the rosette of Alyssa's anus.  Her attempt to cry out with
the beginning of her release was choked off by the intensity of the spasm
that overwhelmed her; the way her pussy clenched around his cock would have
been enough to trigger his own climax if she hadn't gotten him off so
recently.  Even as Alyssa's body spasmed from the waves of pleasure running
through it, Kevin was sliding his thumb in and out of her ass, trying to
stimulate her as much as he could.

   Alyssa was panting with the need for oxygen when she felt Kevin pull his
thumb from her butt, causing her to shudder from the stimulation; a moment
later, she felt disappointed when he eased his hard cock out of her.  She
wondered why he was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart when she felt
something touching her anus again.  She knew it wasn't his thumb because of
where his hands were; it wasn't until she felt it pressing against her that
she realized that it must be his erect penis.  But before she could voice
any kind of protest, she felt him force his manhood through her opening,
violating her in a way that she'd never thought could happen to her.

   Keven knew that Alyssa wanted to cry out from suddenly having his dick
stuffed into her tight ass, but he mentally forced her to silence; she
remained quiet even as he finished getting as much of his cock into her as
he could.  Knowing that he'd taken the last of her virginity aroused him
tremendously, and it was all he could do not to begin fucking her right
away -- he wanted to give her some time to get used to having him in her
ass, so that it would be easier to "convince" her that she liked having her
ass used that way.  He knew that he'd enjoy it even more when she started
moaning from having her ass fucked, just like she had when he'd been
fucking her pussy.  So he was willing to wait for a minute or so, until he
felt the almost painfully tight ring of her anus begin to relax around him
before he began to move in her.

   Alyssa had a faint hope that he was done with her when she felt him
begin to slide himself out of her; but when she felt him stop, then press
himself back into her again, she knew that she wasn't going to get away so
easily.  Knowing that attempting to fight him was useless, she resigned
herself to her fate; rather than get hurt even more from what he was doing
to her, she tried to relax so that she'd feel as little pain as possible.

   As Kevin slowly pistoned his erection in and out of Alyssa's bowels, he
felt her slowly relaxing to his invasion.  Several seconds passed before he
realized what she was doing; when he did, he smiled to himself and
increased his efforts.  Once he was in a nice, comfortable rhythm, he
shifted his attentions from what he was doing with her body and began
raping her mind again.

   At first, Alyssa was grateful that although having Kevin fucking her ass
wasn't pleasant, it wasn't as bad or painful as she'd been afraid it would
be.  A few minutes later, she was surprised to discover that it didn't
really feel all that bad, after all -- maybe because she wasn't fighting
it, she thought.  It wasn't until she realized that she was actually
pushing herself back against him that Alyssa understood that she was
actually starting to... to enjoy having Kevin's hard cock in such an
intimate and private place -- and was promptly horrified, even as she felt
herself getting more aroused.

   Confirmation that he was getting the results he wanted came to Kevin
when he realized that each time his balls swung forward, they were hitting
Alyssa's drooling slit and soaking up a little bit of the overflow of
juices she was making as a result of her increasing excitement.  The
thought that she was actually starting to get off from having him fucking
her tight little ass aroused him tremendously -- and gave him the
inspiration he needed to begin fucking her in earnest... which only
stimulated her even more.

   Alyssa was on the verge of having an orgasm that she knew was going to
be even more powerful than the last one when she felt Kevin suddenly
practically pound himself into her ass -- quickly followed by the sensation
of something hot washing her bowels.  It took her only a moment to realized
that he'd just sprayed her insides with his semen, and that thought was
enough to trigger her own even MORE powerful release.

   Even as Kevin felt the second wad of his jism erupting from his dick, he
felt Alyssa's anus clench around him along with a strange sensation along
the underside of his cock.  It took a second for him to understand that she
was starting to have a climax; that the sensation on the bottom of his
penis was the clenching of her pussy, just a few layers of tissue away.  It
was a novel and pleasant enough feeling that it made the rest of his climax
even more powerful than he had any reason to expect... or hope for.

   When he was done dumping his cum in her, Keven eased his slightly sore
cock out of her, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter milking the last few
drops out of him as he did.

   With the removal of Kevin's cock from her ass, there was nothing keeping
Alyssa from falling forward in exhaustion from the force of the orgasm
she'd just experienced.  She could feel how sore and abused her pussy and
ass felt -- and how nice they felt, too.  As she was laying there, she
started to wonder... if she felt this good from the way Kevin had used her,
how much better could it be if someone nicer did it?  She couldn't suppress
the aroused shiver that coursed through her body just from thinking about
it...

   Sitting on his couch again, Kevin knew from hearing her thoughts what
had prompted the little tremors that he'd just witnessed.  Remembering what
he'd wanted to do, it took him only a minute to change Alyssa from the shy,
chaste virgin she'd been when she'd come into his apartment to a young
woman that would go to bed with anyone at the slightest provocation. 
Recalling that he'd seen her lick her own juices off her fingers, he made
sure that she would be agreeable to anything that any of her bed partners
of either sex wanted to do with her.  While he was at it, he made sure that
she "advertised" her availability by ceasing to wear a bra EVER, and
wearing panties only when she was bleeding from her menstruation.  The only
kindness he was prepared to show her (and that only because he was in an
after-sex glow) was to ensure that she got started on some kind of
effective birth control before she turned herself loose completely.

   As he sat there getting his energy back, Alyssa reminded Kevin of how
some of the cheerleaders had looked when he'd been in high school; shortly
on the heels of that, he recalled that his school reunion was starting that
afternoon.  It was only a moments thought for him to decide to go to it,
after all -- and show all those assholes that they shouldn't have made
things as tough for him as they had.

   With something to look forward to, Kevin lost interest in Alyssa; he'd
been thinking to keep her around for the rest of the day to amuse himself,
but going to the reunion was going to be ever so much better!

   Looking at the clock, Kevin saw that he didn't have a whole lot of time
to get cleaned up and dressed for something like his reunion.  Turning back
to Alyssa, he told her "Okay, Alyssa -- time to get up, now, and go home.
Don't bother putting on your bra or panties; I think people would like to
see your nice little tits, and since you don't suck dick worth a fuck, I
think it'd be fair if you had to let my cum run out of your ass and make a
wet spot on the back of your shorts.  You can just leave the bra and thong
here, in fact.  If you don't want me to think of something else to do to
you, you'd better get some practice giving head so you don't disappoint me
next time."

   Shamed, but also aroused, by what she'd been through since coming into
Kevin's apartment, Alyssa did as she was told.  After she'd gotten her
jogging shorts on, she felt some of Kevin's semen leak through her anus,
only to be absorbed by the material of the shorts -- forming the predicted
wet spot.  Blushing furiously, but knowing that there wasn't anything she
could do to change what happened, Alyssa got her jersey on and started
toward his door.  Before she got there, though, she heard Kevin tell her
"Start carrying some lube around with you, too, Alyssa.  Next time I fuck
your ass, I don't want to have to use my own spit to get you greased up."

   After she'd left, Kevin continued to sit there for several minutes, lost
in thought.  Only when a casual glance at the clock told him how much time
had passed did he get up and go in to take a shower.  As he was getting
dressed, he had an idea.



   Kara Mynor wasn't surprised that she didn't recognize the well-dressed
man coming toward the check-in for the Class Reunion table; there had been
a lot of other students, and she'd only known a fraction of them.  When he
got close, Kara thought he looked familiar -- but still couldn't place him.
What she was sure of, though, was that he'd obviously done well for himself
since graduation.  The suit he was wearing all but screamed money... and
lots of it.  Unless she missed her guess, that was a solid gold Rolex on
his wrist when he took the pen to sign in.  After he'd gone inside, she
looked at his name; Kevin Sellers sounded familiar for some reason, but she
couldn't quite place it.  Well, it didn't matter; everyone that was going
to be coming was already there, so she went inside the largest conference
room of all the hotels in town.  She closed the doors behind her, and
locked them.  They certainly didn't want any gatecrashers, did they?

   As he stood looking at the other people that had been in his graduating
class, Kevin was glad that he'd taken the time to go to that high-end
menswear store.  The suit he had on had been tailored to him in record
time, due in large part to the imaginary tip he'd given them.  His payment
for the suit itself, the best in the store, had been paid for with his
equally imaginary credit card; as were his hand-made loafers, shirt, and
tie.  With only minimal prodding, the manager had even been willing to
exchange watches with him.  The look he'd gotten from the girl at the table
outside let him know that he was making the impression that he was after.

   As he looked around, he recognized only a few of the people he saw --
most notably, Helena Mayhall, Darien Bylett, Susanne Bowes, Ronnie
McFadden. Helena and Susanne had been the two prettiest girls in school,
and pretty much driven the cheerleading squads.  Darien had been a big
sports jock in football and baseball, while Ron McFadden had taken the
basketball team to the State championships.  The two women had taken no
small pleasure in teasing him about his lack of success with girls; Darien
had bullied him the entire time they'd been in school.  For his part Ron
had been content to simply make fun of Kevin at every opportunity -- he'd
been the one that had coined the "Psycho Sellers" nickname that Kevin had
carried.  Yeah, he was glad he'd decided to come to this thing, after all.

   Walking around to see who else was there, Kevin saw Grace Woodford. 
He'd worked up the courage to ask her out one time, and she'd not only shot
him down, but done it loudly and publicly... then gone on to tell him WHY
she wasn't interested.  A little later, he saw Sheila Dillon, who was
probably the only person in the entire school that had talked to him at
all; he actually regretted seeing that something had happened to cause her
to lose her sight: she was sitting off to the side with a folded white cane
in her hand and what was clearly a Seeing Eye dog next to her.

   A bit later, he saw Katie and Michael Whitmore, a pair of fraternal
twins.  The one and only time he'd ever spoken to Katie was to ask if he
could work with her during a Biology class lab session.  She'd scathingly
turned him down; after school, Michael had found him and told him that if
Kevin ever bothered his sister again in any way, that he'd kick Kevin's ass
all the way around the school twice.  Then he'd called Kevin a faggot
before walking away.  Seeing them together, Kevin knew just how he wanted
to start getting a little payback...

   After convincing everyone else in the room not to notice anything
unusual, Kevin casually eased himself toward where Katie and Michael were
standing with a couple of other people, and got there just as Michael was
finishing some story or other that had everyone laughing briefly.  When
they'd all calmed down again, all of them looked at him with obvious
approval at his appearance before Michael said "Yeah, I had a lot of fun in
high school."

   Amiably, Kevin feigned a chuckle before saying "You sure did.  Hey,
remember the time you told Kevin Sellers that you'd kick his ass around the
school twice if he ever bothered your sister again?"

   Michael looked perplexed for a moment, then brightened up before
answering "Yeah, I remember that... she told me that he tried some damn
thing or other, so I figured I needed to set him straight.  Man, that guy
was some kind of weird!" A few moments later, Michael got a confused look
on his face before asking "Say, how did you hear about that?  The only ones
around when I did that was me and..."

   "Me", Kevin interrupted.  "Kevin Sellers, himself."

   All the others immediately got uncomfortable, but Kevin ignored that in
favor of telling Michael "You know, the thing was that it was the last
Biology lab of the semester, and the person your sister usually partnered
with was home sick that day.  She had a choice of me, who at least got C's,
or the dumbest person in the class -- and she went with Ollie Langdorf,
even though I asked as nice as anybody could want.  I didn't even kick when
she said she'd partner with Ollie.  But you just had to hunt me down and
threaten me anyway, didn't you Mike?  Didn't bother to find out what really
happened, or even to get my side of it; you just found me and said you were
gonna kick my ass.  Called me a faggot, afterwards, too."

   Michael was visibly nervous as he heard Kevin continue "You know, Mike,
now that I think about it, you called a LOT of people 'faggot'.  Kinda
makes me wonder if maybe you weren't trying to, oh, I dunno, hide
something? And the way you were so overprotective of Katie, a person could
get the idea that you HAD to do stuff like that so nobody would find out
what a slut she was -- that she'd do anything with any guy that had the
guts to ask."

   Michael (who hated being called Mike) immediately started to get pissed
off.  But before he could do anything, heard himself say "I didn't want
anyone to know.  For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed about sucking
cocks, and having guys cum in my mouth so I can drink their jizz." Then,
much to his horror, a voice that sounded like his but couldn't possibly BE
his, said "I'm sorry for calling you a faggot, Sellers.  To make it up to
you, I'd like yours to be the first dick I have between my lips."

   In the stunned silence that followed, Katie spoke up to say "Yeah,
that's EXACTLY how I am, Kevin.  I've tried to fight it, but any guy can
have any one of my holes that he wants.  Now that it's out in the open, I'm
glad -- and what I want more than anything else right now is for you to
fuck me in the ass."

   The others just stood there in silence as Kevin told the brother and
sister "Well, this is fortunate, isn't it?  Mike, here, wants to suck my
dick; and his lovely sister wants me to stick my dick in her ass!  Mike,
I'd be proud to be the first guy you blow -- I don't doubt that there'll be
others, but I consider being your first to be an honor.  And just to show
you there aren't any hard feelings, after you get me hard, I'll give your
sister what she wants, too.  How does that sound?"

   Michael wanted to scream that it sounded like a load of horse shit; but
what he did was slowly drop to his knees, then reach out to where Kevin was
standing.  His hands soon found the fly of Kevin's pants, and he pulled the
zipper down before fishing out Kevin's dick.  That done, he couldn't stop
himself from leaning forward and opening his mouth; a moment later, he
could taste Kevin's manhood on his tongue.  Once he'd gotten that far, it
was only a couple of minutes before he was sliding his lips up and down
Kevin's stiffening pole while his sister watched in fascination.

   Katie had been horrified by what she'd heard herself say.  Not only was
she extremely picky about who she'd even go OUT with, she was so much of a
tease that she'd only actually had sex a few times... and never used her
mouth on anyone, never mind let a guy stick his dick in her ass!  She could
only stand there in amazement as she'd watched her brother start sucking
Kevin's cock; but as the seconds ticked by, she found herself getting more
and more aroused at the sight -- aroused enough, even, that she started
thinking about helping him.  The only thing that kept her from actually
doing it was the certainty that Kevin was going to do exactly what she'd
heard herself ask him to.

   For Kevin, the humiliation he was forcing onto Michael was more
stimulating than the blowjob he was getting.  Looking around the room, he
saw several other guys that he'd heard Michael call faggot, and used his
new-found powers to get them in on the action.  They wouldn't form a line,
or anything, but Michael wouldn't have but a couple of minutes to get his
breath back each time before he'd have another one of them standing in
front of him.  When he'd gotten that taken care of, Kevin was happy to
realize that he was hard enough to take care of the female half of the
Whitmore twins.  Sliding his erection from Michaels sucking mouth, Kevin
took the couple of steps to where Katie was standing.  Without his having
to say a word to her, she reached under the dress she was wearing and
pulled her panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them.  After
she'd pulled her dress up around her waist (revealing a nice, dark, trim
little bush), she turned around and leaned over to support herself with the
back of a chair.

   Putting his hands on the soft mounds of her ass, Kevin pulled her cheeks
apart and worked himself forward so that the end of his stiff dick (still
wet with her brothers saliva, much to his pleasure) was pressed against the
dark pink rosette of her anus.  Without a word, Kevin suddenly snapped his
hips forward, forcing nearly half his cock into Katie's most intimate
opening.  Her head flew back, and what she meant to release as a scream
came out as a heartfelt moan of arousal, instead.  After taking a breath,
Kevin slowly pushed the rest of his erect penis into Katie's warm bowels.

   Katie had thought that she'd be split apart when Kevin drove his cock
into her ass; but by the time she felt his balls bounce against her mons,
she knew that Kevin's wasn't the last stiff dick she'd have there.

   As it had been with Michael, it was knowing what he was doing with Katie
that aroused Kevin, more than the act itself -- though it certainly felt
good enough!  It took him only a minute to get into a nice pattern of
sliding himself back and forth through the tight ring of Katie's asshole.

   Katie pulled herself together long enough to turn her head and see what
Michael was doing, and found herself amazed that he'd gotten Charles
Emerson's dick out and was sucking on it -- to Charles' visible pleasure,
no less!  Between seeing Michael enthusiastically sucking another guy's
cock, and the feeling of Kevin's dick moving in and out of her
over-stretched rectum, Katie felt herself get more aroused and excited than
she could remember being before.  Without even realizing what she was
doing, she used one hand to unfasten the buttons on the front of her dress;
it was only a moment's effort to undo the bra fastening between her breasts
so she could start pinching and pulling on her exposed nipples.

   When he realized what she was doing, Kevin didn't hesitate to lean
forward a little bit and replace Katie's one hand with both of his... and
then start doing things to her swaying mammaries that she wouldn't have
done herself: painfully squeezing them, fiercely pinching her nipples and
pulling them farther and harder than they should EVER have had to
experience.  All that seemed to do was ratchet Katie's arousal even higher,
judging from the heat and juices being transferred to his balls each time
they bounced against her vaginal opening.

   Even with all the fun he'd had with Alyssa earlier, Kevin could feel
himself getting closer and closer to blowing his load.  But he didn't want
to let Katie off too easily, and tried to think of something else that
would add to her humiliation; after several seconds of thought, he knew
what he wanted to do.

   From the way he was moving in her, Katie knew that Kevin was moving
closer and closer to blowing his load in her ass -- and was looking forward
to it.  When she felt him stop, and then pull his cock completely out of
her ass, she couldn't stop herself from releasing a deep moan of
disappointment before she heard him say "Turn around and on your knees,
cunt."

   Wondering what he had in mind, she did as he said; she looked first at
his swollen red cock before raising her eyes to his face so that she was
looking at him when he told her "Open up, bitch.  My cum is too good for
your ass, so you're going to swallow it."

   It took her a second to understand -- he actually wanted her to use her
mouth on his dick right after he'd had it buried in her ass!

   When she opened her mouth to tell him that there was no way in hell she
was going to do that, no sound came out... mostly because she leaned
forward and took half his cock in her mouth, instead of saying anything.  A
minute later, and she was sucking on him as she bobbed her head to slide
her lips up and down the length of him while she cupped his balls in her
hand.  A few minutes later, she felt his balls pull up; shortly after that,
she almost had her nose in his pubic hair when he began to fill her mouth
with his cum.  His semen was thick and salty, and she rolled it around on
her tongue as he continued to try and coat her tonsils with his jism.  When
the last few trickles had escaped him, she tightened her lips around his
softening penis to wring the last few drops out of it as he pulled himself
out of her mouth.  Tilting her head up, she let him see as she swallowed
every drop of his semen before she licked her lips to make sure she hadn't
missed any.

   Leaning over, Kevin took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers,
using them to roughly pull her to a standing position in front of him.  The
hem of her dress was still around her waist, and the front of it had opened
up enough to leave her medium-sized breasts with their large, dark areolas
and nipples fully exposed.  Looking at her, Kevin told her "Since you've
admitted you're such a slut, maybe you should just find a table to lay down
on -- something small, so your head hangs off the side so guys can just go
ahead and fuck your face and your pussy or ass at the same time."

   Without saying a word, Katie turned and headed toward where the
refreshment tables had been set up; something that caused Kevin to laugh
briefly at the thought that there would be plenty of guys that would feel
refreshed after taking a turn with her...

   After tucking his softened penis back in his shorts and zipping his
pants back up, Kevin watched as the guy Michael had been sucking off
obviously emptied his balls into Michaels mouth.  When the guy pulled his
dick from between Michael's lips, Kevin saw a trickle of cum run down
Michael's chin before he swallowed the rest of the guy's cum.  As the guy
turned and started away, Kevin could see one of the others that had been
called "faggot" start their direction.  Smiling to himself, Kevin looked
around the room again -- there were still a few other things that he wanted
to take care of.

   He was happy to see that Helena, Susanne, Darien, and Ronnie were
standing together; that made things a LOT more convenient for him.

   Even taking a casual and indirect route, it didn't take long for Kevin
to get close to the foursome.  Standing just a few feet away, he listened
to their conversation for several minutes and learned that Susanne and
Ronnie had gotten married right out of high school, as had Helena and
Darien.  He also learned that Ronnie had gone on to college; after majoring
in Liberal Arts, the only job he'd been able to get was as a car salesman
-- though he claimed to be the assistant manager of an auto dealership. 
Helena and Darien hadn't even gotten that far; Darien was a clerk in a
convenience store while Helena had a part-time job in a daycare facility --
though both of them tried to make their jobs sound a lot more impressive
than what they really were.

   When he figured he'd heard enough, Kevin calmly walked over to stand
with the four of them.  All four looked at him first with envy, impressed
that anyone in their high school had done well enough to dress like that.
It wasn't until Darien looked past the suit and incredulously asked
"Sellers?  Kevin Sellers?"

   That got the rest of them to look closer, too, and a stunned Ronnie to
ask "Psycho Sellers?  That's really YOU?", before getting embarrassed at
using the nickname he'd coined.

   Kevin just gave them his best smile and answered "Yeah, it's me."

   "What happened with YOU?", Susanne asked.  "Everybody figured that the
next we'd hear about you, it would be because you were on a tall building
with a rifle, or something..."

   Laughing, Kevin answered "Well, once I got out of high school and away
from all the popularity and social pressure bullshit people got so wrapped
up in, I went on to college.  Got my Masters in Finance, and I've been
doing pretty good in the stock market and a few other things.  I've got my
own investment and financial management company, and close to a hundred
employees."

   That was, of course, a load of crap; but dressed the way he was, it was
believable crap.  The other four cycled through a number of different
reactions in response to what he'd said: envy, guilt, awe, shame, and
jealousy, among others.

   Kevin continued by telling them "Actually, I stopped by to tell all of
you that it's you that I have to thank for helping me get where I am now."

   Seeing the looks of confusion on their faces, Kevin explained "The way
you used to pick on me all the time, Darien?  After high school, I started
taking martial arts -- got my belt, even -- and that gave me the discipline
I needed to stick with it in college, and after.  And after having Ronnie
fucking with me all the time, and coming up with that 'Psycho Sellers'
thing; well, I learned not to listen to what other people were saying about
me because it was probably bullshit.  Instead, I started listening to
myself, and doing what I knew was right, instead of trying to fit in and be
popular."

   When reminded of how they'd treated him, both men looked embarrassed and
ashamed; even more so when they heard what had happened after high school.

   Kevin turned his attention to Helena and Susanne, he told them "The crap
you two used to give me about not having a girlfriend, and all that... it
made me give up trying so hard.  What's funny is that when that happened, I
started meeting the kinds of women that I actually liked.  I got married a
few months ago, even."

   That last part prompted Susanne to ask "Is your wife here?"

   "Oh, no, she's in Belize on a photo shoot.", Kevin answered.

   Uncertainly, Helena asked "She's a model?"

   "Oh, no -- they're almost always all looks, but no brains or
personality.", Kevin answered with certainty, as if he'd learned it from
experience.  "She's a fashion photographer, even though she did model a
little bit to help pay for college."

   Kevin was amused to see the expressions on their faces, and waited
patiently until Ronnie managed to tell him "Well, that's good to hear
Psy... I mean, Kevin.  Congratulations."

   That was when Kevin told them "You know, there's something I've noticed
here."

   "What's that?", Darien asked.

   "Even after I mentioned how all of you used to treat me, not one of you
has bothered to say you're sorry, or given any indication that you realize
just what kind of complete jerks you were.  I mean, Ronnie, it was you that
came up with that 'Psycho Sellers' thing I heard everywhere from damn near
everybody.  Sure, I wasn't one of the 'in' crowd, and not popular like you
were -- but was that really any reason to start something like that?  Or to
put me down about everything I did or said?"

   He went on to say "Darien, you used to pick on me constantly.  Not just
knocking my books out of my hand and stuff like that, but actual physically
abusing me -- stepping on my foot, or pushing me into lockers or against
the wall, or knocking me down when we had a gym class together.  Sure, you
were a big-shot jock, but what possible reason could you have to pay any
attention to a nobody like me, other than you just got some kind of
perverse pleasure out of it?"

   Looking at the two women, Kevin asked "Why would you give me so much
grief about not having a girlfriend?  It wasn't like I was always trying to
get either of YOU to go out with me.  Hell, unless one or the other of you
started in on me, I didn't say a word to you.  All I ever wanted was to be
left alone; but for whatever reason, you couldn't do that.  And I don't
think that it was EVER just one of you at a time, either -- if one of you
began giving me a hard time, the other one had to join in."

   All of them were looking at him in concern when he told them "Well,
since none of you seems to be able to understand it any other way, I guess
I'll just have to let you learn what you were like from MY perspective."

   All four immediately got worried, but it was too late -- Kevin had
already reached out with his mind and taken control of them.  Addressing
Helena and Suzanne, Kevin said "Since you two bitches liked to work
together so much, I think you should show everyone just HOW well.  Maybe
you should both get naked, and let everybody see that you can take care of
each other by giving all of us a nice girl-girl sex show?  And after you've
gotten each other off, I think it would be a nice touch if you announced to
everyone that you'll team up to give any OTHER female in the place some
pleasure, too -- like one of you eating her pussy until she cums while the
other eats her asshole.  Oh, and don't forget to trade jobs after each
girl!"

   Both women fully meant to outright refuse to do anything of the kind,
but found themselves hand in hand and walking to the middle of the room,
instead.  Once there, they moved into each others arms and exchanged of
number of passionate open-mouthed kisses before starting to undress each
other.  Darien and Ronnie were unable to do or say anything to stop the
women, or even slow them down.  They and Kevin watched as Helena and
Suzanne exposed each other to the small crowd that had surrounded them. 
First to be revealed were the blond Suzanne's large pear-shaped breasts
with their dark pink puffy areolas and short, tiny nipples.  Shortly after
that, Helena's orange-sized breasts were exposed; her small, dark areolas
were barely larger than the amazingly long nipples that extended from them.
Suzanne then slipped Helena's skirt off so that everyone could see how the
g-string she wore molded so closely to her mons, and the tanned globes of
her ass.  When Helena reciprocated, people got to see that Suzanne hadn't
bothered to wear anything under the dress she'd had on -- her small and
sparse muff barely covered the mound of her sex, and did nothing to conceal
its cleft.  Those that were behind her got the view of her small, pale, and
obviously firm ass.

   The last thing to be put on display was Helena's obviously trimmed pubic
thatch that did nothing to conceal her long, thick labia.  It wasn't but a
few seconds before Suzanne had her face between Helena's thighs; shortly
after that, people began to hear the faint sounds of one woman pleasuring
another.  As Suzanne's efforts began to take effect, Helena slowly let
herself drop to the floor -- then got herself situated so that she could
return the oral favors she was receiving.

   Reaching out with his mind, Kevin had the two women take their time --
he wanted them to experience as much shame and embarrassment as possible,
along with giving everyone (including himself) a nice show...

   Having gotten the two women started, Kevin turned his attention to their
husbands.  It took only a few seconds for him to decide how to deal with
them.

   "Darien, you used how big and strong you were to hurt people.  Not just
me, but a lot of other guys, too.  Maybe it would help you understand what
you were doing if it was being done to you.  To help you learn that, what
you're going to do is get naked, and your asshole buddy Ronnie is going to
help get you tied up over there, so that anybody that wants to can come
over and give you a taste of what you were so good at dishing out.  The
ones that you left alone probably won't bother, but I expect that the ones
that you DID beat up and torment might take an interest in you.  Might be a
few others that didn't think what you were doing was right, but couldn't
stand up to you.  Won't THAT be fun?"

   The expression on Darien's face showed that he knew it would be anything
but.

   "Ronnie, since you were such a shit toward me the whole time we were in
high school, I think it would be entirely appropriate for you to find out
what it's like being shit on.  So what you're going to do is strip, go into
the bathroom, and lay down.  Everybody that goes in there is going to get
to do whatever they have to ON YOU.  If someone has to take a shit, then
you'll lick their ass when they're done so they don't need any toilet
paper. And after they're gone, you'll take their shit and smear it all over
yourself -- not just your body, but your face and even your hair.  If
someone just has to piss, then they do THAT on you, too, and you use it to
make sure you stay covered in crap."

   Unable to do anything else, the two men walked over to where Kevin had
said Darien should be tied.  They found the surplus of the cotton rope that
was being used to hold up some of the decorations, and it wasn't long
before Darien was standing spread-eagled between two steel posts, tied so
that he was completely exposed and defenseless.  Nearby, there was a second
pile of clothes that belonged to Ronnie, who way laying naked in the Mens
room.  He wasn't there long before one of the fattest people in the school
came in...

   Moving to where Suzanne and Helena were tangled on the floor, Kevin
could tell that both of them were very much involved in what they were
doing to each other.  The smell of aroused female was thick in the air, and
what he could see of each of their faces was shiny with the other's juices.
Both were making all manner of pleased and aroused noises.

   Glancing over to where Darien was, Kevin was pleased to see one of the
other kids that had been in the gym class with him and Darien was getting a
little payback.  The guy was quietly talking while pinching the bound man's
body at random intervals and on varying parts of his body -- probably
making the point of what it was like to not know when or where or how pain
was coming, Kevin thought.  After that guy left, Kevin was surprised to see
a woman go over; Darien had apparently sexually harassed her because she
spent no small amount of time repeatedly stroking him to erection and then
viciously pulling on his scrotum, or causing him some other kind of sexual
pain, making his erection flag; then she'd patiently start the whole
process over again.

   Looking over toward where the refreshments were, Kevin saw that Katie
was doing just as he'd told her to.  In fact, she was on a table with her
head hanging off the edge; one guy was slowly fucking her mouth while
another was sliding his hard cock in and out of her ass.  From the look of
things, someone else had already dumped a load of cum in her pussy.  From
there, Kevin checked how Michael was doing -- and wasn't disappointed to
see that he was actively bobbing his head in front of some guy.

   Feeling satisfied with how things were going, Kevin spotted Grace
Woodford again and knew that he had one more thing to take care of.

   Knowing that he was in control, Kevin simply walked right up to her and
asked "Hi, Grace.  Remember me?"

   After she'd looked him over in obvious approval, she answered "No, I
can't say that I do."

   "I suppose that I should have expected that, but I thought that you
might remember me anyway -- particularly after the way you talked to me
when I asked you if you'd like to go out."

   He could see the confusion on her face, and told her "C'mon, Grace.  I'm
Kevin Sellers; you know, 'Psycho Sellers'?  I asked you if you'd like to go
bowling, or to a movie, after History class in our Sophomore year.  After
the way you told me 'no', and all the reasons you gave me right there in
front of the whole class and Mister Oldham, I'd have thought for sure you'd
remember THAT!"

   With the reminder that Kevin had just given her, the woman brightened
up, then laughed.  Still smiling, she said "Yeah, now I remember!  Christ,
you were some kind of fucked up in high school; it seemed like you did
everything you could to alienate everybody around you.  Those goofy clothes
you used to wear, the weird shit you used to write for English assignments,
how you always seemed to be on a completely different planet from everybody
else... hell, what did you think I was going to do, accept?"

   Quietly seething, Kevin told her "Yeah, I remember all that.  But that
was in Junior and Senior year; when I was a soph, I was still pretty much
like everybody else -- except that I didn't feel like I quite fit in.  I
thought maybe if I could go out on a date with somebody that everyone else
seemed to like, maybe things would get better.  But after you shot me down,
and the way you did it in front of all those people, and how everybody
talked and laughed about it... well, that was when I just kind of gave up.
You were nice enough with everyone else, so why did you think you had to
talk to ME like that?"

   She gave him a scathing look before answering "I guess you aren't any
smarter now than you were then, Sellers.  I never said anything to anybody
then, but I already knew that I only liked girls.  That's right -- I'm a
lesbian.  You were so damn clueless, I thought that if I went out with you
even ONCE, you'd think it was some kind of long-term commitment or
something; and I damn sure wasn't about to take any chance that you might
want us to do anything... physical.  Christ, you were such a dweeb to even
ask, like I'd even think about it!  I'd heard people already starting to
wonder about me, but I still wasn't going to have anything to do with YOU."

   "Ever think that maybe if you HAD gone out with me, it would have shut
people up?  Did you ever think about what you were DOING to me?  How you
were holding me up for everyone else to laugh at, and how what you did
would hurt ME when so much of high school was just trying to fit in?",
Kevin demanded.

   "I wouldn't have gone out with you under ANY circumstances, Sellers. 
You were a dweeb then, and it sounds like you're STILL a dweeb.  I don't
care what I said to you then, except that it had the effect I wanted it to:
it made you leave me the hell alone.  After that, I didn't give a rat's ass
about you."

   Next to him, Kevin heard a woman's voice say "I remember when that
happened.  It seemed like all the popular kids thought it was funny as
hell, but there were a lot of us that thought it was mean, and cruel."

   Turning his head, Kevin saw that Sheila had come up.  As he looked at
her, Kevin heard Grace say "Who the fuck are you?  And why should I give a
happy fuck what you think?"

   Turning her head toward Kevin, Sheila said "Since I became blind, I've
had real good hearing.  I heard a little bit of what you were saying to the
Whitmores, and almost all of what you talked about with Darien and Helena
and Ronnie and Suzanne -- and what they're doing now.  I know all of them
did things to you, and that you want to pay them back.  Well, all of them
did things like that to ME, too.  Not as much as you, but still enough that
I want to hurt them the way they hurt ME.  Whatever it is that you're
doing, however it is that you CAN do it... I'll do what I can to help."

   Looking at her, Kevin could see that whatever had blinded her had
disfigured her somewhat, too.  While not a beauty, she'd still looked nice
enough in high school.  And she'd also been the one person that had been
willing to talk with him.  He couldn't figure out how she could do anything
to help him, though.

   When he turned his attention back to Grace, Kevin told her "See, Grace?
That's what it's like to be a human being -- something you don't seem to
have caught on to, yet."

   "Like I give a happy fuck about two dipshits like you making puppy eyes
at me!"

   When she said that, Kevin suddenly remembered something she'd said in
the process of humiliating him after he'd asked her out.  With an evil
grin, he asked her "Grace, remember what you said to me about how I could
get a girlfriend?"

   "Sure.  I said the only way you were going to have any kind of female
companionship was if your family got a dog", she answered with a laugh.

   "Since you think dogs can be such good company, how about if you show us
HOW good?"

   Suspiciously, Grace demanded "What do you mean?"

   After taking control of her mind, Kevin answered "I think that if Sheila
is willing to turn her dog loose, it would be nice if you got down there
and gave him a blowjob.  Then after you swallow his cum, you should let him
fuck you however much he CAN."

   Kevin heard Sheila gasp next to him, then the humor in her voice as she
said "I think that's a wonderful idea!  If I take the harness off him, he
knows he's allowed to do pretty much whatever he wants, so that's not a
problem.  And as long as I've had him, I figure he's about due to get laid.
After he's done with her, I'll probably have to take him to the vet to see
if he needs shots, or anything, though!"

   Kevin laughed when Sheila was done, then told Grace to get naked and get
busy.  He could see that she was trying to fight him, but by that time he'd
gotten enough experience and developed his new abilities to the point that
she simply didn't have any other choice but to do what he said.

   Kevin told Sheila when Grace started to undress; Sheila knelt down and
undid the straps for the harness that she held.  Once she'd gotten it off,
she stuck it out for Kevin to take.  After ruffling the dog's fur and
telling him "Okay, Charlie, you're off the clock.  Have fun!", she stood up
again.  Kevin took her hand and put it on his arm, and the two of them
stood there for a few minutes.  First, Kevin had Grace just hold still so
he could look at her -- her grapefruit-sized breasts with pale pink
quarter-sized areolas surrounding pencil diameter nipples; and the thick
and wild thatch of rust-red pubic hair that matched what was on her head.
Kevin could see that Grace was considerably less than happy about having a
man seeing her naked, and that only added to the pleasure of the experience
for him.  When he was done looking, Kevin had the naked woman kneel, then
lay on the floor.  With only a little encouragement from Sheila, her dog
was willing to stand close enough to Grace for her to get her head under
him; a few moments more, and she had the animal's bright red cock between
her lips and was starting to suck on him.

   Guiding Sheila to a couple of nearby seats that would let him watch the
woman servicing the dog, Kevin got the two of them seated.  When asked to,
Kevin told Sheila what was happening with Grace while the two of them got
caught up on what had happened since they'd left high school.

   Kevin learned that Sheila had suffered scalding burns when she'd
unknowingly superheated a measuring cup of water in a microwave; because
the event had been a home accident not involving any kind of product
liability, she received only monthly government disability payments that
barely covered her minimal living expenses.

   In return, Kevin conceded that the story he'd told people was only a
fabrication meant to cause the others to regret the way they'd treated him
in high school -- something that Sheila thought was not only appropriate,
but entertaining.

   It was at that point that Grace pulled her head out from underneath
Sheila's dog; giving Kevin a look of pure hatred as a small trail of dog
cum ran down her chin, she moved to her hands and knees.  Less than a
minute later, the dog was sniffing at her hind quarters.  It didn't take
long for him to focus his attentions on the area between her thighs, and
then begin licking the outside of her vagina.  He continued his efforts for
several minutes as his cock slowly became more and more exposed.  A full
eight inches of hard dog dick was waving in the air when he finally jumped
up and wrapped his forelegs around Grace's waist; after several pumps of
his hips resulted in the end of his dick bouncing off Grace's ass, he
finally hit his target.  With a sudden and almost savage thrust, Charlie
buried nearly his entire length in Grace's vagina before he started pumping
his hips.  Even from where he was sitting, Kevin could see Grace's nipples
erecting in response to the powerful fucking she was receiving; when she
turned her head and he could see her face, he knew that she was horrified
by the way her body was responding to the canine penetration.

   As the animal continued to pound himself into the woman, Kevin saw the
knot at the base of the dog's cock appear -- and then swell to even greater
proportions.  It took barely a minute for the nearly tennis ball sized orb
to start bouncing against Grace's opening.  Then much to Kevin's surprise
-- and Grace's!  -- it somehow slipped through, so the pistoning of the
animal's hips was moving it within the confines of her previously untapped
vagina.

   From the distressed sounds Grace made, and the even faster thrusts by
Charlie, Kevin knew that the dog's knot was appreciably larger than Grace's
insides.  Next to him, Kevin heard Sheila say "From the noises she's
making, I have to think that she really IS a lez, and Charlie's giving her
a pretty good fucking."

   Kevin explained to her what had happened, and Sheila said "You know, I
almost feel sorry for her.  But even more than that, I'm glad Charlie's
finally getting a chance to get his rocks off!", making Kevin laugh.

   It couldn't have been much more than a couple of minutes later that the
dog was almost frantically pumping himself into his human bitch; a few
seconds more, and he'd pressed himself as far into her as he could while
his balls jumped as he pumped his doggie cum into her.  When he was done,
the dog unceremoniously started to pull his dick out -- causing Grace no
small amount of discomfort when he insisted on getting the knot out, too.
After Charlie dropped to all fours again, and moved to the side to lick
himself, Kevin could see that Grace was more than a little stunned by what
had happened to her -- and that her vagina was copiously leaking the animal
semen that had been deposited in her.  Her thick pubic hair tried to absorb
it, but there was simply too much, and it started dripping onto the floor.

   After a bit, Grace moved to lay on the floor so she could rest and get
her breath back -- patently ignoring the people that had gathered around to
watch what she'd just done.  Once finished licking his deflating cock,
Charlie lay down, too, panting with what Kevin saw as a satisfied doggy
grin on his face.

   Kevin and Sheila continued to talk, and after a bit, Charlie got up and
went over to where Grace was laying.  After sniffing around her nethers, he
began nudging her with his nose and pawing at her as his cock started
growing again.  It didn't take Grace long to understand what he wanted, and
with a sigh of resignation, she got to her hands and knees; after Charlie
licked at her opening a few times, he once again got his front legs wrapped
around her and began trying to mate with her.  There weren't as many failed
attempts before he was once more buried in her and happily pumping away.

   Excusing himself, Kevin headed toward the bathroom to relieve himself --
and see how Ronnie was doing.  As he passed Darien, Kevin was amused to see
that someone had taken a long-neck beer bottle and stuck the neck of it up
his rectum... effectively leaving him standing there with a glass turd
hanging out of his ass.  Kevin was also glad to see that no small number of
people had taken the time to give Darien examples of how he'd behaved in
high school: his body was practically covered with a wide assortment of
bruises, welts, and other injuries of varying size and severity.

   Kevin had to hold his breath while in the bathroom because Ronnie was so
thoroughly coated with shit.  Kevin felt no small measure of satisfaction
as he emptied his bladder right into Ronnie's face before making his exit.

   When he was sitting with Sheila again, Kevin saw that Charlie had found
his pleasure again: both Grace and the dog were once more laying down,
getting their breath and energy back.

   Looking around the room, he could see that Suzanne and Helena had
finished getting each other off -- they were currently tending to another
woman, who had a look of absolute bliss on her face.  Katie was
"refreshing" another couple of guys, while her brother waited as the man
standing in front of him got his cock put away.

   Kevin and Sheila had been talking for a little while when she told him
"Kevin, I know I wasn't some kind of beauty queen before, but at least I
looked okay.  But since I've been blind, it doesn't seem like any guy is
interested in me because of the scars I still have from the burns.  Not
being all that pretty before, I didn't have all that many guys after me,
anyway -- but I was still able to get fucked the way I wanted to often
enough.  But now I'm stuck with getting myself off, and even with the
couple of toys that I have, it just isn't the same.  I really miss having
an honest-to-god hard dick in me, and I was hoping that maybe... maybe
you'd like to do me."

   Surprised, Kevin took a few moments to really look at Sheila.  Her long
black hair was tucked behind her ears, and flowed to halfway down her back.
Her bust wasn't particularly large, but certainly ample enough for Kevin's
interest.  Slight bumps gave him a rough idea of how large her nipples
were, and clearly indicated where.  She had a nice curve to her waist and
hips, but she looked a little heavy around her abdomen and butt -- probably
from not getting out much, Kevin thought.  The skirt she had on revealed a
nice expanse of well-turned leg.  Giving her face a closer look, he had to
admit that the scarring he saw around the edges of the sunglasses she was
wearing wasn't all that bad.  Kevin was surprised to realize that he was
actually starting to feel a certain amount of affection toward her.  Not
only did he have pleasant memories of the times that the two of them had
spent together in high school, but she'd shown herself to be open and
honest with him.  That she'd not only approved, but gone on to assist with
what he'd done during the reunion convinced him that she had no interest in
judging him, either.  She didn't look anything like Alyssa, or Suzanne or
Helena, or even Grace -- but even with the remnants of the scarring around
her eyes, she was still attractive enough to HIM.  It took on a moment's
consideration for him to tell her "I think I'd like that."

   Visibly pleased by his answer, Sheila told him "Thank you... I'm SO glad
to hear that!  God, just thinking about it, I can feel myself getting so
wet." A moment later, she hesitantly said "Um, we don't have to go anyplace
-- you know, like up to my room or anything -- if you don't want to.  If
you can keep people from getting all worked up about the other stuff I know
you've done here, I think it'd be okay if... if you just wanted to be with
me here... and... and now, maybe?"

   "Getting a little 'anxious', are you?", Kevin teased.

   Giving him a surprisingly shy smile, Sheila admitted "Well, um, yeah. 
Like I said, it's been a while.  I'll stay with you as long as you want,
but I really want to get laid as soon as I can."

   Taking Sheila's hand, Kevin got her to stand up; when she felt him start
to move, she put her hand on his arm, saying "It's easier for me to know
which way to go when I can feel you moving." Kevin didn't bother saying
anything in response, choosing instead to simply lead the way over to where
a large table held several assorted booklets and pamphlets.  After he'd
gotten all the papers cleared away, he guided Sheila around so that she was
facing him with her ass slightly pressed against the edge of the table.  So
as to not surprise her, he slowly moved his hands from her upper arms to
the collar of the blouse she was wearing; when she didn't say anything, he
began unfastening the buttons that held it closed.  Once they were all
undone, he patiently pulled the blouse open, revealing Sheila's pale pink
skin and the lightweight bra she was wearing.  Through the material of the
cups, he could see the darker pink circles of her areolas, and even the
small pebbles of her pencil-eraser sized nipples.  He softly drew his
fingertips across the peaks of her breasts, and saw her nipples try to get
longer and harder through the bra material.  Looking closely, he could see
that the bra fastened between her breasts.  Deliberately letting her feel
his fingertips moving on her covered mammaries, Kevin got hold of the clip
that held the bra closed and unhooked it.  It pulled open a little ways,
but continued to cover Sheila's breasts.

   After easing her blouse off her shoulders, and helping her get her arms
out of the sleeves, Kevin carefully set it aside.  A few seconds later, it
was being accompanied by her bra.  Leaning forward, Kevin first kissed,
then softly sucked, the peaks of both of Sheila's breasts -- something that
caused her to draw her breath in sharply before releasing a soft moan of
pleasure.

   After tracing his fingertips down her front, Kevin followed the waist of
the skirt she was wearing around to where it was fastened in the back.  It
took only a few seconds before he was able to let it fall to the floor,
letting him see that she had on a pair of very brief French-cut panties
that matched her bra.  Kneeling in front of her, Kevin slid his fingers
under the waistband and slid them down her legs.  He put her hand on his
shoulder so she could use him to steady herself as she stepped out of both
items; Kevin picked them up and set them with the other items he'd taken
off of her.  With her standing there naked in front of him, Kevin could
fully appreciate the small, narrow wedge of her pubic thatch.  From seeing
it when he'd gotten her panties off, he knew that it was thick and lush --
and apparently naturally tapered out about halfway down her mons.  Stepping
close to her, Kevin asked Sheila if she wanted to undress HIM, and wasn't
surprised when she simply told him "There's no point to it.  I'd take too
damn long, and couldn't see anything I want to look at, anyway.  Just get
naked, so you can fuck me!"

   Once he was as bare as she was, Kevin gently pulled Sheila into his
arms. He knew she could feel that he was starting to react to the way she
looked when she began arching her pelvis against his semi-erect penis as
she ran her hands over as much of his body as she could reach.  For his
part, Kevin was content to simply hold her ass in his hands so he could
squeeze and caress it while enjoying the feel of her breasts and nipples
against his chest.

   Kevin didn't get to enjoy having her in his arms for long.  After just a
couple of minutes, she told him "If it's okay with you, I... I'd like to
suck your cock.  I want to get you hard so you can fuck me..."

   Kevin simply told her "That would be MORE than just 'okay', Sheila."

   With a happy smile on her face, Sheila carefully moved to kneel on the
floor.  It took only a few seconds for her to get her hands on Kevin's
penis, and couldn't have taken an additional two before she had her lips
wrapped around it.

   That was when Kevin learned just HOW eager she was for him to fuck her:
between what she knew about giving head, and her enthusiasm, it couldn't
have taken but a very few minutes for her to have him fully erect again --
even after all the other sexual activity he'd been engaged in that day.

   Certain that he wasn't going to go slack on her, Sheila moved to stand
up again before carefully backing up so that her ass was touching the table
again.  Sure of where she was, she didn't hesitate to wriggle herself into
a sitting position at the edge, then lay back and spread her legs in open
invitation for Kevin to start doing HIS part -- something he had started
looking forward to more and more.

   When Sheila felt him against her pelvis, she slowly wrapped her legs
around Kevin's waist before telling him "If you can hold out and fuck me
longer, that would be great; but I know I've shrunk inside, too, so don't
worry about it if you like it a little too much -- the way I feel right
now, it won't take much at all for me to get off.  And like I said, I'll be
glad to stay with you as long as you want after this."

   Smiling to himself, Kevin just told her "It's been a busy day for me, so
I figure I'll be able to make you feel just fine."

   With that, he levered his erection down and got it nestled between
Sheila's thin, soft labia and against the ring of her opening.  When he
started to press himself forward, he discovered that she was damn near as
small inside as Alyssa had been; it was the way she pushed herself against
the end of his dick that told him she wanted him to fill her with his
manhood.

   As he began to push himself forward, Kevin learned that Sheila was
easily as aroused as she'd told him she was: with barely half the head of
his cock through her opening, he could already feel how hot and wet she was
inside.  Feeling Sheila pressing herself back at him, and remembering the
way she'd wrapped her legs around his waist to open herself up to him as
much as possible told Kevin that he didn't have to worry about causing her
any pain or discomfort -- that she was perfectly willing to do whatever it
took to have a real, live erection buried in her womanhood.  He didn't
hesitate to continue getting more and more of his hard dick through the
incredibly tight ring of her opening as Sheila arched her hips in welcome.

   The head of his manhood finally slipped past the entrance of Sheila's
vagina, and Kevin heard her release an impassioned moan of pleasure. 
Holding himself still to see if she needed or wanted to adjust to having
something stretching her insides again, Kevin leaned forward enough to get
his lips fastened to the peaks of Sheila's breasts again.  He was delighted
to discover that her dark pink areolas had puckered with her increased
arousal, and become almost puffy; her nipples had gotten noticeably longer
and harder, and she groaned her appreciation when he took each of them into
his mouth and softly "chewed" on them before going back to sucking at her
bust like an infant.

   He was still having fun trying different things with his lips and mouth
on Sheila's breasts when he felt her pressing herself up against him in
encouragement to finish stuffing her full of his cock.  Regretfully, he
released the nipple he had between his lips so that he could focus his
attention on what she so obviously wanted him to do.

   After sliding himself back and forth through her opening a little bit to
try and wet his dick with her abundant oils, Kevin started pressing himself
even farther into Sheila's tight channel.  She never made a single noise
that indicated any pain or discomfort, though she was noticeably more
enthusiastic each time he paused long enough to make sure he stayed
properly wetted with her juices.  Sooner than he'd thought it would happen,
Kevin felt Sheila's opening clenched around the base of his cock while the
end of it lightly pressed against the deepest part of her.

   Realizing that he was all the way inside her, Sheila released a deep
groan before muttering "Dear God that feels so good!" to no one in
particular.

   Figuring that Sheila would be just as willing to tell him if she needed
him to stop or slow down as she'd been about asking him to fuck her in the
first place, Kevin starting sliding his dick back and forth in her. 
Remembering what she'd said about how long it had been, his initial efforts
were long and slow; but as the woman underneath him continued to indicate
with her moans that she was fine with what he was doing, he steadily
increased the tempo and force of his thrusts.  Sheila became even more
responsive as his efforts progressed, and it surprised him greatly when she
suddenly orgasmed just a couple of minutes later.  Kevin just kept
pistoning himself in and out of her as he felt her tight, wet sheath
clenching around his dick.  By the time it was over for her, she wasn't
quite as tight around him -- but noticeably wetter and hotter.

   After his time with Alyssa that morning, and then having his pleasure
with Katie Whitmore, Kevin knew that it was going to take a little while
before he'd be able to cum again... which was fine with him, since it meant
that he'd be able to actually enjoy the feeling of fucking Sheila's tight
twat.  And for better than half an hour, that was just exactly what he did:
take pleasure from the feeling of his dick moving in the woman under him,
even through the several progressively stronger orgasms she experienced as
he simply continued sliding his cock in and out of her.

   Kevin was getting a little tired when he began to feel the pressure of a
climax start to build.  As the sensations grew progressively stronger, he
let himself get a little more enthusiastic about how he was fucking Sheila
-- who not only didn't object, but actually encouraged him to fuck her
harder.  It wasn't long before he was almost pounding himself into her as
his release approached faster and faster.  Finally, after slamming himself
into her hard enough to rock the massive table they were on, Kevin tried to
stuff his entire body through Sheila's portal just ahead of the first wad
of his cum rocketing out the end of his dick.  Before the second could
escape, though, Kevin heard Sheila almost scream as her wet pussy clamped
down on the entire length of him.  The feeling of her hot sheath clenching
so tightly around him only added to Kevin's pleasure -- just as the feeling
of his cum spraying into her seemed to do the same for Sheila.

   Nearly exhausted from what had happened, both of them could only lay
still as they got their breath and senses back; Kevin somehow managed to
support himself on his elbows so that he wasn't fully laying on Sheila.

   More-or-less recovered, Kevin and Sheila had exchanged a number of
kisses when they felt Kevin's shrunken penis pull free of Sheila's intimate
embrace.  Sheila made a face before saying "I'd forgotten about that part
of this... having a guy's cum running out of me afterwards.  I'd be glad to
take you up to my room, or go with you back to your place -- but not until
I can get dressed again, which I can't do while I'm still leaking all over
the place."

   From the corner of his eye, Kevin saw something move; when he turned his
head to look closer, he saw that it had been Charlie... who had apparently
finally managed to get enough sex, judging from the way he was stretched
out.  When Kevin shifted his eyes to Grace, he saw an amazing puddle of
what must have been dog cum next to her.  Remembering how he'd had her
start with Charlie, Kevin got an idea.

   He turned to Sheila again, and asked her "How would you like to give
Grace a last little taste of revenge?", chuckling slightly.

   "I'd be fine with it.  There weren't many people that she wasn't an
absolute bitch with, and the farther beneath her she thought someone was,
the worse she was about it.  Since people knew that you and I talked
sometimes, that made me about the lowest of the low.  Why?"

   It took only a few moments for Kevin to tell her the idea he'd gotten;
she quickly agreed that it sounded particularly fine to her.  With that
settled, Kevin calmly went about putting it into action.

   After getting up and going over to where Grace was again laying on the
floor, Kevin saw that her ass and the insides of her thighs glistened with
dried dog cum; her russet pubic hair looked like it had been saturated with
donut glaze and allowed to dry.  When she realized someone was standing
there, she turned her head and looked up at him.  He could hear the
resignation in her voice when she asked "What now, Sellers?"

   Cheerfully, he told her "I'm going to be leaving before long, Grace, but
there's still a couple of pretty easy things I'd like you to do before
then."

   Suspicious, she asked "What're those?"

   Still pleasant, Kevin told her "First, I'd like your help getting my
dick cleaned off."

   Only then did she seem to realize that he was standing there naked, and
with his cock plainly coated with what she realized was a mix of his cum
and some girls pussy juice.  Knowing that she wasn't going to like the
answer, Grace still had to ask "Why would you need my help cleaning that...
thing of yours off?"

   Smiling, Kevin told her "Because I'd like to clean it off using YOUR
mouth and tongue, of course!"

   It took only a second for Grace to understand what he was saying -- and
be repulsed by it.  But after she'd sucked a dog off, then let it fuck her
repeatedly, she knew there wasn't any way she was going to get out of doing
just what Kevin wanted.  With a sigh, she got to her knees; as she moved to
begin licking Kevin's sticky penis, she felt a blob of dog semen slip out
of her pussy and start to run down the inside of one thigh.  She didn't
even blush; she simply opened her mouth and began cleaning Kevin's cock and
balls with her lips and tongue.  When he told her she'd done well enough,
she just waited to see what else he had in mind.

   She was ready and listening closely when Kevin told her "Watching that
dog fuck you was a real thrill, Grace.  I mean, it was SO obvious that he
was just enjoying the hell out of getting to use your pussy, and that you
were able to make him cum so much inside you... Well, me and a girl, we
kinda got going from seeing all that, and we had a little fun, ourselves.
We're about ready to leave now, but she doesn't want to get dressed again
until all my cum is out of her.  So I was thinking that since you were part
of the reason I put it IN her, you could be part of the solution of getting
it back OUT."

   Hearing that, Grace thought that she might finally be getting a break by
being given the opportunity to eat the snatch of whatever bimbo Sellers had
boffed.  The idea of tasting more of his cum didn't appeal to her, but the
possibility of getting a taste of another woman made her mouth water. 
Nodding her head, Grace told him "Yeah, I'd like to do that."

   "EXcellent!", Kevin declared.  Going back to where Sheila was, he helped
her get off the table, then led her to where Grace was still resting on her
knees.

   Kevin told Grace "What we were thinking was that you'd just lay down,
and she'll kneel over your face.  Would that be okay with you?"

   Not trusting herself to speak, Grace just nodded before doing as Kevin
had suggested.  Less than a minute later, Sheila was on her knees,
straddling Grace's head.

   Kevin waited until he saw Grace start to lift her head before telling
her "Oh, no, Grace -- you don't have to DO anything!  You just need to open
your mouth, so my cum has someplace to go when it drips out of her!"

   Grace blushed with the realization that she'd been had, and in a BIG
way. She also felt humiliated that she was being treated as a disposal for
Seller's used cum... and not even getting the opportunity to get a taste of
where it had been.  Around her, she could hear a few people sniggering and
laughing, and suddenly understood what it had been like for Sellers when
she'd told him off after he'd asked her out.  Finally having experienced
what she'd been like from the other person's perspective, Grace felt an
overwhelming sense of shame.  Even with her eyes tightly closed so she
wouldn't have to look at the people watching her, she couldn't stop herself
from crying.

   Feeling something wet on her lips reminded Grace that she was supposed
to have her mouth open, so that she'd collect the cum that was obviously
starting to drip out of the woman above her.  After she licked her lips to
clean them, Grace opened her mouth just ahead of a blob of semen landing on
her tongue.  Disgusted by it, but knowing that there wasn't anything she
could do, Grace just continued to lay there -- even as the other woman's
pussy continued to drain into her mouth.

   When the woman got to her feet again, Grace just continued to lay there,
hoping against hope that Sellers wouldn't have anything else to shame her
with.  What she heard from him was "I think you should probably go ahead
and swallow it, Grace.  Since I don't think anyone else here would want
anything to do with you, you might as well clean up a little bit and go
home."

   Relieved, Grace managed to sit up, then get to her feet.  Seeing how
many people had witnessed all that had happened to her, she blushed
furiously as she got her clothes together and started toward the ladies
room.

   Kevin provided the minimal assistance Sheila needed to get dressed
again, then put his own clothes back on.  One last look around the room
told him that he'd had the impact he'd sought on those that had tormented
him the most: Darien looked about ready to collapse from all the abuse that
he'd been subjected to; Helena and Suzanne were pleasuring another woman
while a guy was fucking each of them.  Katie had one guy fucking her face
while another had a surprisingly large cock stuffed up her ass.  Michael
was still on his knees, and bobbing his head in front of someone that Kevin
was pretty sure had already gotten a turn -- not that it mattered to HIM,
of course.

   When Sheila put her hand on his arm, Kevin was ready to leave; it was
only a few moment's discussion for them to decide to retire to Sheila's
room so they could continue their activities in more comfort.

   After they'd gotten out of the conference room, Kevin turned to make
sure the door was securely closed behind them -- he didn't want anyone
disturbing the happenings on the other side.  Behind him, he heard a gasp
from Sheila, quickly followed by a whine from Charlie; before he could turn
to see what was going on, he felt a sharp pain in his left ass cheek...



   Doctor Hanover sat behind his desk as he listened to what his visitor
had to say.  When the man was done, Hanover asked him "So you've found a
way to turn the Sellers problem into an asset?"

   "Yeah, we have.  It was pretty obvious, so of course it took the folks
upstairs a little while to come up with it.  The man obviously has some
serious mind control abilities, so we've started using him to deal with
agents from the more unfriendly of our colleagues, and to collect
information from people and places that we couldn't get to before.  With
the powers he has, contact with him is extremely limited; he's allowed to
meet with just one handler that we keep a DAMN close eye on, and nobody
else -- we're still too afraid of what he MIGHT do.  Even so, we still
aren't using him much... upstairs is still having too much trouble
believing that he can actually DO everything we've told them he can.  Even
with the depositions from all those people at that reunion, and all the
others that he... processed, they're having a hard time with it. 
Understandable, but still a pain in the ass."

   "And what about the girl that was with him when we captured him?"

   "She's wants to stay with him as long as he'll have her.  He seems to
like her, so we let it go.  Besides, it simplifies things a little bit."

   "Knowing what he can do, and DID do, why would she want to stay with
him?", a baffled Hanover asked.

   "Our own people wondered about that, too, and what the psych people told
us was that he probably processed her without even realizing it.  When they
were in school together, she was pretty much his only friend; after he saw
her again in the state of mind he must have been in, he just kind of
latched onto her as a familiar and friendly face.  After what he did to the
ones that bothered him, it makes sense.  Of course, with someone like him,
we may never know for certain.  That reminds me... are you having any
success figuring out just what DID happen to him?"

   Sighing heavily, Hanover answered "Not really.  From when the waste
sensor alarms went off, we have some idea of what possible chemicals may
have been involved, and approximately how much of each.  But finding the
right mixture, and then getting the dosage correct... the answer won't be
known soon, if we can find it at all.  We know he didn't follow Procedure a
few times, too, so that throws another set of variables into the equation.
I know it's been six months since whatever it was that changed him, and all
I can tell you is that it may be another six before we know anything -- or
six years, or six decades, for that matter.  What about the people that
he... influenced?"

   "Once we got them deposed, we pretty much let them go." Seeing the
surprise on Hanover's face, the man continued "Look, we're a spook shop,
not the Red Cross or anything.  Besides, we only have so much budget to
work with, and we can't go pissing it away trying to fix everybody he
messed with.  If it makes you feel any better, I've read the reports about
all of them.  The ones at the reunion pretty much deserved what he did to
them -- all of them made his life a living hell by turning him into an
outcast.  You might remember your own high school years, Doc, and how much
pressure there was to fit in... and these folks were enjoying pushing him
OUT.  So no, I don't have a whole lot of sympathy for them.  As for the
girl at his apartment complex... she's kind of a special case, too.  Her
parents are a couple of complete religious nutcases, and our psych people
say that they flat-out screwed her up eleven ways from Sunday while she was
growing up.  All Sellers did to her, really, was get her a hell of a lot
closer to normal than she was before.  If any anything, she should be
thanking him.  Now that we know what he does, and kinda-sorta how he does
it, we're able to keep anyone else from getting too messed up, but that's
about it."

   "What about HIS future?", Hanover asked.

   "He isn't what you could call overjoyed that we got him -- but he
understands that he's a lot better off working for us than what would
happen if he wasn't.  As long as he behaves himself and does what we tell
him, he'll get a nice paycheck and we'll leave him alone as much as we can.
He's still a pain to deal with, but not too bad -- at least, not yet. 
That's why we'd be so much happier if you could figure out how he got that
way, so we could see if we can make it happen with some people that are a
little more... stable."

   Hanover responded by saying "Yes, these are the American Industry
Research Labs, and we are financed by off-the-record government funds.  But
what happened to Mister Sellers was something that none of us could have
anticipated.  We've made changes in some of our policies, and the
experience with Sellers has suggested a number of research paths, but
there's only so much that we can do.  I'm afraid that the only things that
you can really count on are the research and development that we're already
doing for you -- at least, if you want us to stay under the radar..."


   

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