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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
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>This posting contains:
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 - Section 1
Part 1 - Life Support (no sex)
Part 2 - The Dance of Sex (mc, oral mf, mf)
Part 3 - Twosomes and Threesomes. (mfm)
Part 4 - Parental Secrets (mc, oral mf, mf)
Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas (mfm)
Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen (mc, mf)
Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality (mc, mf, mfm, oral mm)
Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy (mc, inc, oral mf)
Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal (hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 - Section 2
Part 10 - The Making of a Slut (toys, mf, ff, oral, anal)
>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 1 - Life Support
(no sex)
The day before Thanksgiving was a day some of us will never forget, but many
will never remember.
Suzi and I were in our third hour class taking a test. Suddenly Joey sent me an
urgent mental message.
"Tim! John's spazing out! He's... Shit. He just fell down. We gotta help
him!"
I reached out and found Joey, then looked through his eyes. I saw John laying
on the floor, twitching, his eyes rolled up into his head. People were
panicking around him, including Joey. I tried to access John's head, but it
made me feel sick.
"Shit!" I said out loud. People turned and looked at me, but I didn't care.
There were more important things to worry about.
"Suzi, John's in trouble. I gotta go help him." I said very loudly as I dashed
out of my seat and ran out of the room. The teacher was yelling to me, and
everyone else started talking at once. I left it far behind me as I reached the
stairwell to go to the second floor where John's and Joey's class was.
As I climbed the stairs, I notified the nurse exactly what had happened. She
wasn't sure how she knew, but she didn't hesitate to grab her medical kit and
hustle upstairs.
I reached the classroom finding all the students had formed a circle leaving an
open area immediately around John. The teacher was trying to get John to
respond to her, but as I probed him, I found he was fading fast. His heartbeat
was very unsteady, his thoughts were completely confusing to me.
"Joey, share link, but just enough to let me share with John." I thought to him
quickly. He did it, and as I made my way through the circle of students, I
reached out to John and started to figure out what was wrong. I quickly was
getting sick, and by the time I got to his side, I was feeling my breakfast
wanting to come up.
"Trash can, quick!" I yelled and commanded across the room. Three people dived
for the trash can but I had sense enough to cancel two before they started to
struggle against each other. The teacher was insisting I go back from wherever
I came from, so I also had to fix that. The trash can got to me just in time
for me to puke into it. Then I realized I could have stopped it from happening
altogether with a couple of quick commands.
I had to not only use those commands on myself then, but several others near me.
The nurse arrived at that time, and she didn't seem surprised to see me. I
tuned my mind onto John's, tracking down his problem while the nurse was
checking his pulse and stuff.
"He took something.. Some kind of pills.." I finally announced out loud. "His
heart is going stop beating, and I can't get his stomach to puke it up!"
I was trying my hardest to make him throw up, but just as I thought I was
getting something to work, his heart did stop.
"SHIT!" I said, as I tried to start it up again. I was having to share my own
life energy with him, and I was feeling the drain.
"His heart stopped!" the nurse finally concluded nearly thirty seconds after it
had.
I began sharing more and more of my own life force, laying down on my back with
my eyes closed. Just as I started to get his heart pumping again, the nurse
struck his chest with her fist.
"AAAACCCKKKKKK!" was all I could say, having felt the blow myself. I whispered,
"Don't do that again." But only Joey heard it.
"He said don't do that," Joey told the nurse.
"What? I started his heart again. Don't tell me what to do. Get out!
Everyone."
By that time, I wasn't able to sit up, much less follow her orders. I was
trying to keep his nervous system working, for it was my only way of controlling
the rest of his body. Somehow I needed to keep some kind of signal running to
his brain. Then I accidentally ran across the source of the whole problem.
"Joey. John. The five way long time ago. Drugs. My fault. Damnit, heart
stopped."
"His heart stopped!" Joey said to the nurse.
"What do.. His heart has stopped!" the nurse said, raising her hand to strike
again.
"No! Don't," Joey cried.
Her hand struck John's chest, then again, and again. Each time both John and I
jerked, but less and less every time she did.
Joey grabbed her fist before she could do it a fourth time.
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" She cried to the teacher.
"DON'T HIT THEM AGAIN!" Joey said straight into her eyes.
I was starting to slip, finding myself unable to break away from John. His body
was pulling my own into a coma. I managed to signal to Joey for help.
"SHIT!" he said as people started to try and pull him away. Joey had no choice.
He began sharing his own life force.
"Stop! Let Joey go!" Higgs called from the doorway.
Joey, looking very pale, moaned, and laid down himself. Now the nurse had three
people incapacitated in front of her, with only one of them conscious.
"Shit Tim. Don't kill yourself for him.. Oh shit.." Joey moaned.
Joey closed his eyes, and felt the weight on his next breath increase many
times. As he took in the next breath, Joey, John, and I all breathed in a deep
breath, all our hearts beating as one.
There were gasps from many in the room, and then Suzi came in.
"Tim? Joey! What's going on?"
I was able to impress to Joey that something needed to be rubbed on both John
and I to give our nerves something to send that was normal.
Joey thought fast. "Suzi. Rub Tim's chest. Like his mom does. Somebody rub
John's."
"This is crazy! You can't expect me to follow the advice of a student?" the
nurse said to Higgs.
Joey remembered his ring and raised it to Suzi and said "Linda, John's chest."
Suzi understood, and switched hands so her ring hand was free. She said "Linda,
go rub John's chest like I'm doing Tim's."
"Huh? Why me?" Linda said, hesitating.
Suzi threw her ringed hand up for Linda to see and said, "Linda, go rub John's
chest like I'm doing Tim's!"
This time, Linda got up and said, "Yes, Suzi." as she scrambled over others to
get up to John. She knelt beside John and began making circles with her hand.
Seconds ticked by, John's heart was about to stop again. But the rubbing was
helping me slow that down. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, but I was
trapped to see it out to the end. I made sure Joey wouldn't be dragged into it
too, making his link only a partial one.
"His heart is going to stop again," Joey whispered to Suzi.
"Joey said John's heart is going to stop again." she said loudly.
"How could he possibly know that!" the nurse sarcastically said.
Both John and I took two breaths, then stopped. Our hearts stopped three ticks
later.
Higgs told the teacher to clear the rest of the students from the room.
Five seconds later, Suzi cried, "He stopped breathing!"
"His heart stopped again!" the nurse said raising her fist up again.
As her fist slammed into John's chest yet again, Joey, exclaimed,
"AAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!" then a moment later sat up and said, "I said don't do
th... OH SHIT!! I LOST THE LINK!!! YOU STUPID BITCH!"
Joey crawled up to me, started trying to force a link from his side. I wasn't
able to respond, locked in a link with John that I couldn't break.
"I can't get in! Come On Timmy... LET ME IN GOD DAMN... SHIT.. FUCK!" Joey
said.
Suzi was rubbing very fast, trying to somehow add her own energy to mine. Joey
had calmed himself, and began concentrating with all his might. But after thirty
seconds, of rubbing without any responce, Suzi started to give up. Her hand
finally withdrew, her eyes streaming with tears. The nurse and Higgs were
giving CPR to John and I, but the link was preventing me from responding.
Finally, Suzi told Linda to stop, which drew Joey out.
"WHAT! Don't stop. Tim said keep it up no matter what!"
"They're dead Joey!" Suzi cried.
"Linda, keep rubbing!"
"Yes, Joey."
"Stop, Linda!"
"Yes, Suzi."
"Suzi! STOP IT! LINDA KEEP RUBBING!"
"Yes, Joey."
"Linda, Stop! Joey They're DEAD! Can't you see that?"
"Yes, Suzi."
"Linda, if you want to save Tim's life," Joey said, pushing Suzi out of the way
and started rubbing my chest himself, "you take that ring off and keep RUBBING!"
"Okay, Joey," a free Linda said after removing the ring. Then she went back to
rubbing.
"SHit! All I am picking up is that stupid coin of.. THE COIN!"
Joey dug into my pocket, barely able to control himself enough to pull it out.
It fell out of his hands as it emerged from my pocket, but he grabbed it on the
bounce. They heard the ambulance arrive outside while Joey scrambled over me to
get between John and I. Joey looked at Suzi straight in the eye and said, "Rub,
or I will never forgive you."
Suzi just nodded and started rubbing my chest again. Joey laid down in the
remaining space between John and I, took a hand from each of us into his own and
placed the coin between John's and mine, while he wrapped his own hands around
ours.
"THis..iss.. gonnhha...wrrk." Joey said, fading fast. Either the coin was
acting as an amplifier, or it just allowed Joey to make the link and he took it
from there. Whatever happened, none of us remembers.
When the ambulance team made it to the room, Higgs and the nurse moved out of
the way. But before they could do anything, Joey pulled us out. All three of
us opened our eyes and gasped for breath startling everyone, especially one of
the EMS team who had just started to kneel down at our heads. He fell
backwards, the color drained from his face.
Joey was the only one to remain conscious, and just barely. John and I had only
been awake for a moment. Joey convinced everyone that the three of us had to
stay touching just like we were. It didn't take much. He was fully linked to
me so he could pretty much make anybody do anything.
Joey had John's stomach pumped, which removed the continuing poisoning of John's
system. My mother arrived twenty minutes later, and Joey allowed her to peek in
his head to find out what was wrong, mostly because he was having trouble
speaking. My mother checked us out as best as she could.
"Joey, do you think you could get me into this life link?"
"I think.. so.." he said weakly.
"Listen to me very carefully. We need to get you three to the hospital. Your
link is acting like a blood transfusion, but you are running out of good blood.
If I enter the link, take the coin and stay linked with John, can you keep your
link with Tim?"
"As long as... I don't break.... the link... with Tim,... I can keep... it
going... without his help.... or the coin's."
My mother told the two EMS teams, "When those two let go with their hands, get
them to the hospital as fast as you can. But don't let them get separated,
because they need to be close each other for Joey to keep Tim alive. They all
have the same poison in their systems, if that helps.
"And I have to keep holding this coin between me and John to keep John alive.
I'll try and stay awake, but I don't know... What Joey?"
"Link... trash can."
"Trash can...?" my mother repeated. She looked at Higgs and said it again,
"Trash can?"
"Oh... Apparently Tim threw up after getting in here, in the trash can," Higgs
answered.
"I don't und... oh, I see. Thank you Joey," my mother said, kissing Joey on
the forehead.
My mother had a stretcher put down for her next to John. She laid down to make
sure she was on it right, then sat up and removed her business coat, loosened
her hair, then took a deep breath. She reached over John to the four clasped
hands on Joey's belly and said, "I'm ready Joey."
The only response from Joey was to frown. My mother gasped, steadied herself,
then removed Joey's and my hand from on top of the coin's. She grasped John's
hand, trapping the coin between, then eased herself down on the stretcher.
Joey's and my hands were free, and Joey cut the link between us and the other
two. My mother groaned from the extra load, but Joey perked up.
"Suzi?" Joey said clearly.
"I'm here."
"You can stop rubbing now. Tim said thank you."
"Your welcome Timmy. Joey? I'm sorry."
"That's okay. You weren't in the link. You couldn't know. I knew if I could
just get in, I could pull them back out."
Then Joey said, "Samantha? Tim wants to know if you're doing okay."
"Tell him... I.. will... be okay.... as... soon... as... I know..... he is."
Joey said, "Thanks mom."
"You're... welcome Timmy."
We were taken to the hospital, Joey and my mother were able to make sure the
doctors didn't separate us from our links until it was safe. Joey was able to
break our link right as we arrived at the hospital. He also recovered the
quickest, followed by my mom and then me. My mother had stayed linked to John
for a half an hour at the hospital before he was strong enough to continue
without her. John's parents were very confused at first why three other people
had been involved in the way they had been, but Joey sorted them out.
Our links had provided John with life support, but if the nurse and Higgs hadn't
given us CPR, we probably wouldn't have made it. My own life energy kept John
from dying from the initial shock of the poisoning, and Joey's gave us enough to
stay alive on.
We were like self-recharging batteries, only we were connected to something that
sucked out our energy faster than we could replace it. Once Joey and I were cut
off from the source of the drain, Joey was able to recharge me enough so I could
recharge myself the rest of the way. My mother had done the same to John since
the source of the drain had been removed from John's gut.
The three of us went home on Thanksgiving and John stayed there until Monday. It
wasn't until Wednesday, one week after it all started, before John came back to
school.
Suzi, Joey, Brad and I had a long talk with him, about what had happened, why it
happened, and how he had gotten himself into drugs in the first place. John
didn't even know what it was he had taken, and we never did find out. He had
taken two different pills. One was an upper, and the other was the mystery
pill. The drug interaction was what almost killed him. But the reason he had
taken them was to get a high similar to that one brief five way.
Brad admitted that even with his sister around, he still yearned for the four
and five way contact he had experienced. I had realized a long time ago that
the pleasure involved in combined orgasms was in itself highly addicting. Joey
and Suzi admitted they didn't know how long they would last if cut off from our
three ways for a long period of time.
So I did the only thing I could do. I made them all promise that if they ever
came to the point where they couldn't handle it, instead of going to drugs or
worse, they would come to me. They all knew if that ever happened, they
probably would never leave me. I didn't like the idea of my friends addicted to
the pleasure I could supply them, but the alternatives were even less
acceptable. I just hoped it never came down to that. I never thought it would
turn out the way it did.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 2 - The Dance of Sex
(mc, oral mf, mf)
After school that day, I had arranged for John and I to take a little... tour of
some of the advantages of being a Tim ring wearer. I felt responsible for
Brad's and John's problems, but felt Brad's had been taken care of for the time
being. I decided John could become a honorary member of some kind.
The ring idea had been my version of my father's collars. Rubies were masters,
emeralds were dominant slaves (which only Julie had), sapphires were just
regular slaves, and now I was trying to decided how John would fit in. He was
my friend of many years, albeit not as close as Joey or even Brad. I wouldn't
make him a master, but I didn't believe he fit into the slave groups either.
After last period, we met on the third floor.
"So, what are going to do?" John asked after I handed him a glass of my father's
drink. "And what's this stuff," he added after taking a whiff.
"You'll like it. It's a family recipe. I want to show you some of... well, I
don't really know what to call it. Just trust me. You'll enjoy it."
"Wow! This is good! What's it called?"
"Life's essence, but we call it the drink of sex. You'll be feeling pretty
horny in five or ten minutes. But don't worry. You'll have plenty of chances
to work it out."
"Uhm, okay.. I'm done."
"So am I. Let's go down to the boys gym. There's something I want you to see."
As we made our way down the stairs, I asked, "John, who got you into the pills,
anyway?"
"Uhm... I'm not supposed to tell, but okay. Jim Tannor offered me one, and I
tried it. He's one of the guys I've been eating lunch with. It felt really
good, so.. I asked him for another. Jim wasn't selling them to people, but I
guess... he started to with me. You can't tell anyone, because he'd get into
trouble big time. He came to see me in the hospital and stuff. He said he
stopped, but I don't think he really will."
"Well, I want to meet him tomorrow, okay? I'm not going to rat on him. I'm
just gonna see what I can do. Uhm, hey.. You ever... you know.. do it with a
girl?"
John turned red, then said, "Sorta. Well no. Remember Tina Richards? Over the
summer we sorta fooled around and stuff. She gave me a blow job once. That was
excellent. And she let me feel her up. But we never did it, and I never
actually saw anything. She got a boyfriend when school started and we haven't
really done anything since."
"John my friend," I said, opening the door to the boy's gym. "You will forget
Tina Richards after today."
He looked at me strangely, but then went in the door.
The pompom dance team, thirty-eight junior and senior girls with bodies of
loveliness, were all sitting on the floor in their Golden Girl outfits,
discussing future events and plans.
John looked at me again, this time with a hopeful look. I think the drink was
starting to have its effect. I just winked at him, then motioned for him to
follow me towards the group.
I walked up to the girls and said, "Afternoon, ladies."
"Hi, Tim!" they all said as they jumped to their feet excitedly.
"Are you ladies ready for some fun?"
They all said they were, but I called three of them over to me after feeling
their doubt.
"You know you don't have to do any of this..." I said to the three girls.
"Everyone else here agreed to this without any problems. Just because you don't
want to doesn't mean you're not part of the team. This isn't a school function
ya know."
"Tim," Melanie began, "we were talking yesterday. Could you?.. Uhm... Does he
have to listen?" she said nodding towards John.
"I guess not. Hey Julie! Show me your tits! John, that's Julie. She'll
introduce you to the rest of the girls."
"SHIT! Okay." John said, hustling over to Julie. I smiled back at Julie's big
grin as she lowered her top back down.
"Okay, what's up," I said, unconcerned with their shock at Julie's actions.
The three looked at each other, then Melanie went on.
"Well, we kinda, uhm... well... I know this isn't really fair to the other's,
but uhm..."
"We'll do it if you did something... extra..." Trish said.
"Extra?... you mean in addition to? I don't know.. Tell me what, then maybe."
Trish continued, "Joe Banken, he's my boyfriend? I really like him a lot.
We're perfect for each other I think, and we've been going steady for over a
year now. But lately he's been pushing to do it, and I think he might dump me
for someone... easier. Do you think you could.."
"Stop.. Do you know where Joe is right now?"
"Uhm, probably in the weight room... He..."
"Hang on.... Okay... Think about what he looks like... yeah.. Okay found him...
His friends are pushing him to do it with you, and he is starting to believe
them. So what were you going to ask?"
"Oh, uhm. So, does he like, love me?"
"Yeah, as far as he understands the meaning of the word."
"What does that mean?"
"Er, well...." I sighed. "He's not a... romantic like you and me. He thinks
love is like.... put it this way. He hasn't been hurt by love, so he doesn't
know what love is yet. Does that make any sense?"
"I think, yeah. Oh. So you mean until someone breaks his heart, he won't
really love someone? That sucks."
"Yeah, but that's the way it works with guys like that. Some people don't
recover from the broken heart and they never let themselves love anyone like
that again. And the answer is no, I won't."
"You won't what?" Trish said.
"I won't do what you were thinking. You wanted me to break his heart for him.
I don't need to. You can do that yourself. Then if his friends haven't turned
him against you by then, I think he will come back to you. But I'm not going to
force anyone to love anybody."
"Oh..." Trish said, very disappointed. But then she said a little hopefully,
"Actually, my original idea was just to somehow make him understand I wasn't
ready to, uhm, you know."
"I'll make you a deal. You give him a blow job once in a while, and he'll be
satisfied with that. You're going to get your own satisfaction from our other
deal, so it's only fair he gets his somehow."
"You mean, put it in my mouth? That's disgusting!" she said with a face.
"No it isn't. Here.." I said before sharing one of the other girls' first blow
job with her.
"Urrk.... okay, okay. I'll do it. Just don't do that again."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make it drip down your leg..."
"What?" she said, looking.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." I said smiling at my little joke.
The other two had similar requests, both dealing with their boyfriends. I
managed to find a compromise with each of them without actually doing anything
more than reading a few minds, and sharing a memory or two. I didn't touch a
single thought in the guys' heads, but the girls didn't know that. Twenty
minutes after I had entered the gym, I closed the Tim Love Advice Hotline down,
and walked over to John sitting with the other girls.
"Having fun yet John?" I asked as everyone started getting up.
"Uhm, yeah! But they won't tell me what's going on."
"Let's just say it will be a dance you'll never forget," I said mysteriously,
causing a few girls to giggle. "Come to think of it, I'll never forget it
either. Ready Joey?"
"Yeah!" Joey said from on top of the bleachers where he had been waiting all
this time. "Doors are locked, windows are covered, and the guards are in place."
"Okay!!" I said loudly to make sure everyone heard. "Is everybody sure they are
okay with this? Once we start, we won't be stopping! Last chance to chicken
out! Okay John. Let's grab our seats."
Julie and Terri rushed up with our two fold up chairs and set them in the center
of the gym. John and I took our seats, back to back to each other.
"All right girls, just give me and Joey a minute to prepare you.."
"Prepare for what?" John insisted. "Come on Tim.. I'm about to cream in my
shorts just from what I think is going to happen."
"Shhh. Tit tightening," I said as Joey and I started to find the muscles in
each girl's chest so they wouldn't flop around so much and hurt. It probably
would take some of the effect away, but they also looked really firm that way.
Joey and I had been practicing and building up the girl's muscles for almost two
weeks. It had been part of the deal to give them the ability to do this on
their own once we had those muscles built up. Well, and once we figured out how
to give them control.
The girls had formed a circle around us facing inward. As Joey and I went
around the circle in opposite directions, one by one each girl shifted their
chest and then turned around facing away from us. Once they were all facing
outward, Joey started the tape.
Joey and I dropped the doughnut shaped blanket of the commands we had worked on
for a week with the girls' help. It was the most complex and difficult thing we
had ever attempted up to that time, but it worked perfectly and was well worth
the effort.
As the music started, the girls all began to wiggle their bodies like a belly
dancers, keeping their backs to us, staying in sync with each other and the
music. Their arms seem to flow down their body, up the sides of the two girls
beside them, grabbing hold of the base of their dance tops.
Then the entire circle of girls took a step towards the girl to their right,
crossing their right leg with the other's left. They bent their bodies to their
right, and I held my breath hoping the few that had lost their balance in the
trial runs wouldn't this time. We never had run through the whole thing at
once, but we had tested each part out, changing it until it worked right.
No one fell as the bending caused their tops to rise up on one side. The girls
bounced their upper torsos to the beat of the music, rotating them forward and
then left. As they went through this bouncy rotating motion, their tops were
slipped off over their heads, held above their bouncing heads by the two girls
beside them. Then the music suddenly took a faster beat, and the tops were
tossed forward, causing a neat effect by the cloth seemingly exploding from the
circle outward in sync, with each top staying directly in front of the girl who
it had come off of. (That had taken almost two days to get worked out)
Their arms snapped down, flowed up their sides, then across their chests,
turning just enough to see their arms covering their breasts. They twisted
left, then they rotated right, never allowing us to see more than just a glimpse
of their boobs.
The music changed to a slower beat, with their bodies beginning to pulse along
with it. They turned to their right, snapping their legs together in military
style, displaying a profile view. Their eyes were slightly glazed over from the
slowly building orgasm that would climax at the end of the dance.
Their right arms dropped down, then made a circle motion above their heads and
came to rest on the girl's right bare shoulder in front of them. They took a
step forward, their breasts still covered by the remaining arm, and began
walking in a humpy motion. The walk in itself was an incredible erotic thrill.
It really appeared as if they were humping an invisible guy.
When they had traveled halfway around their circle, their heads were thrown back
with a large pelvic thrust that swung their bodies to face us. They bent
forward while shaking their hair in front of them, covering up our view of their
chests. When they dropped the second arm to dangle like the first, John gasped.
The girls began to bounce again to the increasing beat, and their motions
started to give brief glances at their breasts.
The motions became more fluid, less bouncy, as they began to show more and more
tit. Finally at a small climax in the music, they stood straight up, getting a
"Shit" from John. The girls started to bend their knees, swaying their hips,
and began to do part of their regular routine. It was pretty sexy, even before
I introduced the bare tits, and with the addition of a few humps and grunts, I
was sure John would be having wet dreams tonight.
The climax was approaching, both the music's and the girls'. Their circle had
expanded to twice the original size, and at the ending of their regular routine,
they dropped to their hands and knees for the big finale. The music got soft,
building in volume and energy while the girls began dragging themselves toward
us, their expressions and bodies displaying every bit of lust and sexual arousal
they were feeling. Their breathing was easily heard as they passed the midway
point.
Their mouths were hungrily open, their lips moist from their sporadic tongue
movements across them. John was shaking from the excitement, and I must admit I
was a bit too. The girls had been aroused longer this time than any of our
previous practices, and it clearly made this part of the show much more intense.
When nineteen hands reached from the floor and touched our thighs, they all
moaned and rolled backwards to the floor, swept away with their orgasm's release
while the music faded to silence.
The only sound remaining after the tape stopped with a click was the hard
breathing of forty-one people, thirty-nine of which had cum.
Once we had sensed everyone had finished enjoying their high, Joey and I began
clapping and hooting very loudly, which was joined by the dazed John.
I said again to John, "Having fun yet John?" He almost made me go deaf with his
positive reply.
Most of the girls had sat up, some just remained on their backs. Once our
applause finished, Joey and I blanketed the girls, releasing the tight breasts.
This brought many gasps, but also signaled they could get up and dress. Five
bare-chested girls, one being Julie, came up to John and I and excitedly asked
how good they were.
"Shit, you were fantastic! I creamed in my pants, TWICE!" John said.
"Really?" two of the girls said as they all looked down at his crotch.
John started to turn red, but then groaned and shut his eyes as three hands
pressed against his still lumpy pants.
Julie grinned at me, then said, "All right you horny bitches, grab this piece of
meat and let's take him somewhere private. The master wants us to give him a
good time. Pick him up, and make sure your slutty titties are where he can get
to them."
The four girls shivered and said, "Yes, Miss Julie." Then they each took a hold
of the bewildered John, and carried him towards the doors. The other girls
never noticed as Julie picked up the remaining five tops, then laced her arm
through mine. Joey joined us at the door, watching the remaining thirty-three
girls begin to run through their normal routine like nothing had happened.
"How was the birds eye view, Joey?" I asked.
"Not as good as yours at the end. Man Julie, if I hadn't seen this all week, I
think I would have passed out. Did you see John's expressions?"
"A little. I was a bit... distracted you know," Julie said as she laced her
other arm through Joey's.
We walked like that all the way to our room upstairs.
We walked in finding John shirtless on the bed with the four girls suckling his
chest. Julie barked orders, and two of them broke off and attached themselves to
Joey and I.
"Is Mistress Suzi joining us?" Dawn asked Joey.
"Nope. She had... other plans," Joey said a little frustrated.
"Come on Joey," I said. "With three muscle-bound guys at her beck and call, two
with driver's licenses, you can't blame her for taking them shopping with her
and the twins."
"I know. But still. I don't like us doing stuff without being together."
Dawn said, "Master Joey? Mistress Suzi asked me to make sure you were happy if
sometime she wasn't here. I'll even try taking it in my ass if you want?"
"That's nice of you Dawn... But I think... How about I break out the chocolate
and whip cream. We still haven't tried that here."
My bare dick perked up at that suggestion. "Hey, that's a great idea. If we
just do their chests, it wouldn't get that messy."
Julie said to me, "Tim, I don't know about the other four sluts, but I'm kind of
running out of steam. Any chance of getting a sip of that drink of yours?"
I took my shirt off, and called Julie to me. She was just a little taller than
I was, but not significantly. I asked her to close her eyes, then I bent down
to her left nipple and gently ran my tongue around it. I did the same thing to
the other one, ran the tip of my tongue up her chest, then up her neck, chin,
and finally arrived at her mouth. She parted her lips and tried to grab my
tongue with them, but instead, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue
attempted to enter my mouth, but I didn't permit it. After she stopped her
struggles to penetrate my lips, I was kissing her as hot and passionately as I
could for several minutes.
Finally I broke the kiss and said to a stunned Julie, "Still out of steam?"
She sighed with a sorta dreamy look on her face and said, "No... Where did you
learn how to kiss like that?"
I looked at Joey, and he shrugged. So I said, "I just kinda figured it out one
day kissing Joey and..."
"KISSING JOEY!" John said as he sat up on the bed. "That's.. that's.. gay!"
"John, calm down. No one is gay here. Bi, maybe, but gay, no. You have...."
"Shit! I ain't no bi or faggot. You're not going to try anything.."
Joey stepped over to John and said "You dumb shit. If we were gonna try some fag
stuff with you, don't you think you would be beggin' for it? Now stop being a
paranoid dick head, and enjoy yourself."
"Shit. All right. But how long have you two been..... er, bi?"
"If you mean when did we start fooling around?" I said. "I guess it was the day
before that five way that screwed you up."
"Shit. No wonder. Okay. I got a confession to make. The reason I really went
to sit with those other guys was I thought I was falling in love with Joey.
Shit. That five way really messed me up. I've had dreams about kissing Joey
and stuff. I guess I was afraid I was gay. But I don't want to kiss you or
shit like that. It grosses me out most of the time."
He was lying, and Joey and I both knew it.
"John, so it grosses you out when we do this?" Joey said before we kissed wet
and lustily, rubbing our crotches against each other, and generally making it as
hot looking as possible. And we started getting carried away. We hadn't kissed
in a while, mostly because it had gotten old doing it for Suzi's benefit. Joey
stopped us when my hands went down inside the back of his pants to clutch his
ass. We stood breathing hard on each other as we looked at each other's faces
for a few moments. The bond we shared was never stronger than at that moment.
When we turned to see what John's reaction was, we found everyone had been
extremely turned on. John's hand was over his crotch, and the girls were just
starting to snap out of their daze.
"Sorry people." I said. "I guess we didn't realize no one here had ever seen
us.. uhm, you know.."
"And John, just because it turns ya on, doesn't mean you want to do it. So
chill out, okay? Tim, Suzi, and I are.."
"Joey, would you kiss me like that? I don't care if it's fag or not. I've been
goin' nuts. I just want to know what it's like, and then I'll never ask you
again."
I said, "John, did you ever kiss Tina Richards like that?"
"Uhm no. We kissed, but nothing like that."
"Ladies, I want to ask the real yous something. Would any of you kiss John like
that so he knows? I don't want to get him hung up on Joey because he was his
first kiss."
"I'll do it," Dawn said stepping towards John. "I think you're kinda cute
anyway."
John blushed, but said, "Thanks. Your kinda beautiful yourself, but I guess you
know that."
"Yeah, but that's okay. I like to hear it," Dawn giggled.
John stood up, then closed his eyes and made a pucker face.
"Oh, brother," Julie muttered.
"Uhm, John?" Dawn said.
"Hummmmph?" John said as Dawn laid into him. She knocked him back onto the bed
and wormed her body all over his while she passionately kissed John like he was
life itself.
John started to get into the action, moving his hand to her back, then down to
her skirt. Dawn was rubbing her crotch against his, her butt slowly rolling
left and right. We all were getting turned on by the scene, and I felt a hand
going down into my pants.
"Shit, I guess we won't be trying out the chocolate," Joey said before pulling
his own shirt off while Terri and Jen started undoing his jeans.
I slipped my hand around Gwen's head and brought her to my face to kiss while
Julie slipped my jeans down my legs.
Joey said, "Holy shit, look at them!"
John had worked Dawn's skirt down, and Dawn had managed to get John's dick out
of his pants without taking them down.
I froze them and said, "Dawn, are you sure? I know you're both virgins and all,
but.."
"Tim, let me go! Please? I want to. I haven't wanted to before, but now I
do."
"Okay, but it isn't love you two. This is sex, and you only do it for the first
time once."
"I don't have a problem with that. Do you John?"
"Nope. Love can wait. Come on Tim. You started this."
I sighed. I guessed not everyone even wants love for their first time.
"Julie, before I let them go, help me pull his pants off, will you? I can't
stand seeing his balls and dick cramped like that."
We did. I quickly stimulated them back to where they had been before I
interrupted and then pressed the play button.
Gwen whispered, "Are you going to watch, or are you going to have some fun too?"
I looked over at Joey who was on the floor with his two. He was sucking Terri's
tits, while Jen licked his hard on.
Julie was about to do the same, but I held her off.
"Ladies, care to join me on the bed?" I said looking over at Dawn starting to
hump. "Shit, I missed penetration. Oh well."
I led the two lovely girls over to the bed, then went and poured three glasses
of the drink. After we all had ours, I said, "Julie, for now on, if you want to
have some of this, or give any of the other ring bearers some, feel free."
"Thanks!" Julie said taking her empty glass to the fridge. I almost stopped
her, but I figured, I gave her the privilege, what the hell. I was pleasantly
surprised when I suddenly heard the whip cream can and found it circling my
crotch.
"WWOOHHOO!" I said when she poured some chocolate on. "Shit that's cold. Awe
but it's getting warm with your hands. Excuse me, but I'm just going to lay
back and enjoy this.."
As the hands at my crotch mixed the two ingredients and painted my dick, I laid
back, and found John's head next to mine grunting from Dawn's building lust.
Dawn was up on her arms humping away, and they were both dripping with sweat.
John's eyes were shut, but his hands were busy with her tits. I checked and
found he was getting close to cumming, but she wasn't, so I put a block on
John's since Dawn was doing all the work.
My dick started to be licked like a lollipop, and then another mouth was sucking
my balls. My horniness escalated, and suddenly I lusted for more. Ideas
clicked in my head, seeing how to do two things at once.
"John!" I said.
He turned his head and blinked at me.
I made his head move closer as mine did too, and we had an upside down kiss.
Dawn noticed the surge of motion in John, opened her eyes and moaned loudly.
The mouths at my crotch paused before doubling their efforts, bringing me much
closer to cumming myself. I removed John's block and linked everyone up
involved when Dawn's orgasm was about to blow. Five second's later, the world
exploded with cum.
I shot into someone's mouth as John shot inside Dawn, and we both broke the kiss
to groan. Dawn jerked and shuddered, reminding me of Joey, and John lurched
violently into her. Dawn collapsed on top of John, but gave me a lick on the
forehead for fun before resting on top of him for a while.
We heard some moaning from the floor, but didn't bother to look. I was pretty
sure Joey had followed Julie's idea from all the sucking sounds below.
When I got my breath back I said, "Having fun yet John?" from which I got
another deafening positive reply.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 3 - Threesomes and Twosomes
(mc, mf)
"Tim, I want to ask you something," Suzi started before our third hour class a
week later. "But you have to promise me you will tell me the truth about how
you feel about it."
"Shit. This doesn't sound like I want to hear it, but okay. I promise. You
want to go someplace private?"
"Uhm, yeah. I can't get this out of my head. Let's go upstairs."
Nobody noticed us leave as the tardy bell rang, nor did the few people passing
notice us holding hands climbing the stairs. She was nervous about something,
and I somewhat suspected the day I had been dreading had come.
She unlocked our private room, and we walked in, still holding hands. We sat
down on the sofa, I waited for her to begin.
"You know I've been having problems lately with how we always either do things
together, or we don't do things at all. But you and Joey spend so much time
together with your project, sometimes I don't feel it's fair."
"Do you want us to quit? Or you want back in?"
"No... I've wanted to go to the dances with you guys, but we never can decide
who I'm with. And with the Christmas dance coming up, I'd really like to go.
But I can't choose between you. You know I can't, and you both will bow out to
the other."
"Suz, stop kidding yourself. You know as well as I do you want Joey to take
you. You want to know how I feel? I'm... crushed. But that's the way it is,
and I don't want it any other way. You..."
"Timmy, I still love you. You don't know how torn I am," Suzi said, tearing up.
"Can't you understand? I want someone else to take me. Not you, and not Joey!"
and with that she cried into my shoulder while I sat there stunned.
I reached out to Joey and informed him what was going on. As Suzi sat there
hugging me, Joey and I were passing back and forth ideas. Joey rejected the
only one I truly considered until I let him check how I felt for himself. Then
he told me to fuck off and closed his end.
"Suzi?" I said, stroking her hair as tears started running down my face. "I
know you love me, and I know you love Joey. You have to give one of us up for
the other, and you know who that is. Otherwise you wouldn't have talked to me
without Joey."
"No, Timmy.. Noo..."
"I've talked it over with Joey, and he...er, well, he knows what I'm gonna do.."
"TIM!" she said coldly, sitting up, looking me straight in the eyes. Then she
said with ice cold precision, "You will NOT make this decision for me. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND!?! I WILL!"
"Shit.." was all I could say after she released her nails that were digging into
my shoulders.
"I came up here to talk to you about letting Ben take me to the dance. Maybe go
on a couple other type of dates..."
"What? Ben? You mean.. The druggie? The overstuffed muscled version of me? Why
him?"
"Hey, that's not being fair to him. He's very sweet, and I.. like him, you
know? I just need some fresh air from you and Joey. To give me a chance to do
some things we never seem to get around to. I still love you two more than
anyone else in the world, but I'm tired of waiting for you guys. I know you
can't give me what Joey has or what you have, but I feel so... alone sometimes.
Like you two are on another level that I can't reach."
"Why are you telling me all this without Joey?"
"Because... Joey is smart and all, and he is sensitive, but... he has the
tendency to get angry first when something upsets him. You don't. And I
haven't made up my mind yet. I wanted to talk it over with someone. Not have
you make the decision for me."
"Sorry. But you know how I feel."
"Yes, I know. But you have been wrong before."
"Suz? Do you want to make love with Ben?"
"No!.. Well, not really... Well..."
"Yes you do. His body drives you crazy. You're getting hot just thinking about
him."
"Stop peeking! You know why he drives me crazy. He looks like you."
"Suz, I think I understand. You want some personal attention. We always have
tried to make sure we only spend time together with you. Maybe that was
wrong... You're right. It isn't fair that Joey and I can spend time together
without you, but you can't spend time with just one of us.
"So what if we started seeing you separately? And still spend time together.
What if Joey takes you to this dance, and I take you to the next? Do you think
that will make you happier?"
"I don't know... What if you and Joey started keeping track of how much time we
spend with the other. I don't think I could keep count, but you two could. I
don't want to hurt you two, and I definitely don't want to come between you."
"You might as well come in and tell us what you think, Joey," I said.
After a few moments of silence, a key went into the door and Joey came in
recovering from his blush.
He sat down next to Suzi and said, "Well, I think it sounds better than you
going out with someone else. Suzi, I can't promise I wouldn't get jealous of
Tim, but it would be nothing like I would feel with this Ben guy. And with
Tim's thing for fairness, I don't think I have to worry about him hogging you."
"Yeah. I think," I said.
"I'm going to have to think this over. If I do agree, you still want Joey to
take me?"
"Yeah. I would kind of maybe like sorta maybe like... ask Julie to it? If you
don't object. I don't really have a thing for her, but she's kinda fun like you
Suz. And she isn't going with anyone right now and is kinda bummed about it."
"That slut? Hmmmm. Well she did give me a good... er, okay."
"Hey Suz. You could let Tim dance with you for like one song. And I could dance
with Julie then too. You're right, Tim. She does remind me of Suzi.
Especially her blow jouuuh!" Suzi's hand had slapped Joey in the belly.
"Damn, Joey. Don't you know to never compare the way women have sex? Speaking
of sex.... We seem to have an opportunity to do a little group lovin'. Unless
Suz wants to flip a coin and have her first twosome since her virginity."
"You know what I would really like?" Suzi said.
"What?" Joey and I said.
"Sex with two big muscle heads that look like you."
Joey and I looked at each other, then linked up. A few thoughts later, and...
"Done," we both said.
Suzi gasped as she watched us start to grow. Our bodies inflated, our muscles
bulged, and our clothes started to tear. By the time we were done, only the
shreds of our shirts and the elastic waist bands from our underwear were still
hanging on.
"Awe shit..." Joey said in a deeper voice. "I split my favorite shoes. Shit, I
sound weird."
"Hey Suz, do you think it's big enough?" I said in my new deep voice, holding my
eight inch cock in my hands. "I can make it bigger if you want. Oh shit Joey.
My balls are as big as hard boiled eggs."
"Heh, hard boiled.. Wow. Look how many blood vessels there are in my arm.
Shit."
"HOW DID YOU TWO DO THAT!" Suzi screamed in delight.
"What this little thing? You better get busy, little woman, because this hard
on is ready for action." Joey said.
Suzi leapt into Joey's arms and said, "FUCK ME YOU TWO HUNKS!" and started
humping Joey madly, fully clothed.
"Oh shit. Joey we forgot to drink first. Suz... Stop.."
Suddenly Suzi found herself humping a fully clothed regular size Joey.
"Shit. You two were trickin' me.." Suzi said climbing off.
"Sorry. It wasn't meant to be a trick," I said. "It was an illusion, but it
would have been completely real to you. You would have felt everything just
like if it was really happening that way."
"It was supposed to be a Christmas present," Joey added. "Sorry Suz."
She sighed. "Well, what I wanted was for you to start using the weight room. I
would really like to see you two buff."
"BUFF?" We both said.
"Oh, I say Tim, don't you look buff today.."
"Joey, if you were any more buff, I would just come over there and do you in the
buff."
"Hmmmmm," Joey said giving me that "I got a great idea" look.
"Hmmmm?" I said, giving him that "I think you're right" look.
"Hrrrr" Suzi said, giving us both that "Ever do it without me, you'll die"
look.
I took my shirt off, Joey started undoing his pants. Suzi threw the cushions
off the couch, and started pulling out the bed. By the time she had it out,
Joey and I were over at the fridge naked, gulping down three large glasses of
drink. The most we had ever had before was one large glass. Suzi started
drinking her two large glasses (she was on a diet) while we started to help her
undress.
We all dived for the bed, and just laid on our backs waiting for it to hit us.
"By the way, did I mention that my dad drank a gallon of that stuff once?"
"Really? Did he fuck for a week?"
"No.... But when he couldn't stop cumming after the first five minutes, he
decided never to.... Suz, where are you going?"
"To get you two a couple more glasses. Hey, can you die from too much cum in
your stomach?"
"Shit. Get back over here. I was kidding."
"I know. So was I."
"Uhm, Tim?"
"Yeah Joey."
"Did your dad ever really drink that much?"
"No, not that I know of.."
"Uhm, what about three large glasses like we just did."
"Nope. He never wanted to drink a lot of it because he was afraid of getting
tired of it."
"Uhm, Tim? My balls feel funny."
"Now that you mention it, mine do too."
Joey's and my dicks started getting hard and started rising up all by
themselves.
"Shit.. My balls are... tingling.." Joey said.
"Timmy? You're drooling precum like a fool," Suzi said, taking a lick and made
me moan.
"Fuck me Suzi. FUck me.... I think I could come so hard it would come out your
ass.." Joey said, trying to push his dick into Suzi.
"Uhhh.. I'm starting to feel it too. Oh Joey. Get it in me quick!" Suzi said
rolling onto her back.
Then she grabbed my dick and started pulling it to her mouth, having trouble
keeping a grip with all the precum. I was feeling pretty desperate myself, so I
got on my hands and knees and crawled over to her mouth and started to lower
myself to her lips.
As Joey started to rock the bed with his pumping, Suzi's hands grabbed my ass
and pulled me down into her. I was so horny, all I did was groan as her throat
started to gag on me. Suz pushed me out of her and choked a moment, but then
she did it again. After a few more tries, she had successfully suppressed her
gag reflexes and was having me slowly fuck her mouth.
The next few minutes was wild animal frenzy fucking, with Joey humping so hard
and fast, Suzi's ass was bouncing off the bed. My own pumping was slow because
Suzi had to breathe between pumps. Joey's wild fucking finally made Suzi pull
me out because she wasn't getting enough air.
I was extremely frustrated when she did that. She was unable to even help me
with her hand, so I had to do it myself as my lust boiled in my head.
Joey finally came inside her, which caused her own orgasm to begin. Joey was
fucking violently as he spurted, and Suzi's screams were intense. I couldn't
take it any more, so I shoved my dick back in her mouth and instantly came.
I came so hard and so much it was coming out the sides of her mouth. She was
swallowing as fast as she could, and in a moment's surge of lust and breath, she
took it in her throat again and let me squirt it down her throat. I didn't
notice her struggling at first, but when finally was able to pull it out she was
gasping for breath, coughing and wheezing.
By that time, Joey had pulled out. He was still as horny as ever, but he was
too tired to fuck. Instead his lust filled mind had just lowered his head into
her crotch and was busy sucking out their mixed juices.
I was just as horny and not the least bit tired. I knocked Joey's head out of
my way with my ass, and mounted Suzi's well moistened hole. I sank in with a
splurt sound and immediately started to fuck.
Joey was not willing to give up so easily. He started tugging on Suzi and me to
turn on the bed, and finally we complied. Then with more strength than I knew
he had, he lifted my ass and legs above her, and then lowered me back down. I
was still fucking her cunt, but her legs were up around my waist.
Understanding what he was trying to do, I made room for him as best as I could.
I felt his dick against mine, so I withdrew a moment to let him proceed. He
dipped his dick in, then cupped his fingers and brought out a handful of juice
more.
As I began fucking again, he wiped it on her rose and proceeded to roughly work
it in. Suzi was yelling for more, and Joey finally just got so frustrated that
he just stuck it in without more than working a finger in.
Suzi winced from the pain, and I groaned at the additional pressure. Joey
didn't wait to let her get used to it, and a few moments later, all three of us
were screaming out our lust.
It was several minutes before we heard the people banging on the door, and we
didn't even stop when Higgs opened it. The sudden draft of fresh air on our
sweaty bodies pushed us over the edge and we came in a huge surge of orgasmic
energy.
Joey and I had connected everyone who was in or just outside the room, and
suddenly everyone there was sharing in our largest joint orgasm yet. If we
hadn't, we probably would have blown a few circuits in our brains with that
intense of an orgasm. Everyone collapsed after the last surge faded away, with
Joey almost falling off the bed backwards.
Suzi and I were asleep in moments, and Joey managed to crawl up beside us before
he passed out. But our sleep was only for a minute or two before a very upset
principal with a pair of semen-soiled underwear shook me awake.
"TIM! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! ON SCHOOL PROPERTY AND DURING
CLASS TIME!"
All I could say was, "uhm, fucking, sir."
"I COULD SEE THAT! I TRUSTED YOU, AND NOW... YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE! GET THE
HELL UP AND GET SOME CLOTHES ON! I'M CALLING YOUR PARENTS RIGHT NOW!"
"Uhm, can't do that. Too tired. Wake me for fifth hour," and with that, I laid
my head back down and almost fell asleep if not for several hands grabbing me
and trying to force me up.
I reached out with my mind, stopped their efforts, and while holding them off, I
woke Joey.
"Joey, we got problems. Help me blanket these guys to forget everything, and
then we can go back to sleep."
Joey linked up without a word, and only dropped his end once. After everyone
had left the room and the door was closed, Joey disconnected and went back to
sleep.
I was getting cold laying naked like that, so I reached over to the blanket on
top of the sofa's back and pulled it on top of us. I had pulled out of Suzi
during the process, but was too tired to bother putting it back in. I just laid
down beside her and fell asleep in seconds.
I suppose in my sleep I realized how much I wanted us to remain together
forever. This desire began an uphill battle against my perception that in the
end there could only be two.
And naturally I wanted them to be the two.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 4 - Parental Secrets
(mc, oral mf, mf)
Joey woke us up later, and we discovered we had slept through the entire school
day. The buses were already leaving by the time we got dressed, so I checked
around for somebody who could give us a lift, but didn't find anyone who didn't
have a prior engagement. So I called for two limos from my mansion, one for
Suzi, and one for Joey and I.
While we were waiting outside, we talked about the upcoming holiday break.
"So Suz, do you think your mom and dad will let you stay at Tim's for those five
days?"
"My mom will pitch a fit about it 'cause I think she knows we have sex and
stuff. But my dad will go for it, especially because of Tim's dad. What about
your mom? You said she was having problems about it too."
"Yeah, well, Tim's mom talked to my mom. They do that sorta thing a lot.
Anyway, it's cool 'cause Tim's mom invited them over for dinner for the first
night."
"Hey Suz. Do you think it would help if my mom invited your mom and dad too?"
"I don't know.... I mean, my dad would love too, but... I guess my mom is kind
of tired of meeting all these rich people and having fancy dinners with them.
We really aren't rich or anything. But with my dad having to always entertain
people to get donations to the university, we got that big house and nice stuff
so they would feel more comfortable when they came over."
"If your mom is tired of the glamour and glitz, maybe they should just come over
to my house for dinner. You, me, and your brother would probably be sitting at
the card table, but we could do it. Oh... I forgot the oven was broken again."
"Your dad is still out of work?" I asked without thinking. "Hey, what does your
dad do anyway?"
"He's an electrical engineer. He messes around with electronics and computers
and shit. He's been wanting to get a computer forever, but..."
"Joey, I know I asked you before, but what if my dad really does have a job open
for an electric engineer somewhere? I mean, your dad is smart, right?"
"Electrical, not electric. And yeah he's smart. But I told you he wouldn't go
for charity, and that's what it would be. I guess he's had trouble with work
ever since Sis died..."
"Joey? Do you think you dad blames himself for your sister's death?" Suzi asked
softly.
"I don't know. I guess. He never talks about it. None of us do. But he and
mom go visit her on her birthday every year. And my dad is always bummed out
about it afterwards. That's usually when something happens at his job. I heard
my mom saying something about it. Something always makes him really angry at
work... Look. Can we talk about something else? This is depressing me."
"Okay," Suzi said before giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Opps... looks like
I'll be talking to you two later. There's the limos."
Sure enough, two long black stretch limos pulled into the school's lot. There
were lots of people hanging around for their bus (some of the buses came back
for a second load), so everyone started to talk and watch them pull up.
We all looked at each other, grinning, yet slightly embarrassed. The first limo
stopped with the door immediately in front of us, and the second limo right
behind the first.
The drivers got out, and the first driver opened the door. I recognized him as
the same driver I had met that first day, and then gulped realizing who and what
was inside as Suzi started climbing in.
Suzi stopped halfway, and said, "Uhm, guys? I think this one is yours. How are
you Vicki? and... Carol isn't it?"
Joey and I looked at each other, but then the crowd gasped as I noticed out of
the corner of my eye someone getting out of the second limo.
"Shit." I said, followed by another one from Joey when he turned around.
The twins were wearing their skin tight leather outfits. The shape of their
nipples were plainly visible through the material, and if I hadn't been so sexed
out, I would have sported a woody.
Suzi bumped her head on the door frame of the limo when I said "Uhm, hi Honey,
Joy."
As Suzi's mouth fell open in shock, Joey and I walked up to the twins. They
each gave us a kiss to our embarrassment, but then immediately let me know they
were here to go with Suzi.
"Uhm, Suz? The twins want to, uhm... shop I guess. They're gonna ride with
you. So I guess this one is your limo.
The crowd was getting very noisy, then John walked up and said, "What's going
on? Who are these... babes?"
The twins gave John a smile while Joey said to me, "Uhm, do you think we should
blanket the crowd?"
People were starting to follow John's example, so I said, "Na, let them wonder.
Let's just get out of here before we get mobbed.
"Suz, get in with the twins. Come on, John. We'll drop you off," I said
grabbing John's arm and pulled him towards the first limo.
We shut our own door since I had sent the drivers to start the engines and get
us out of here. As I turned away from watching the crowd fall behind us, I
found John was still staring at Vicki and Carol.
"John, this is Vicki, and that's Carol. Girls, this is John."
"Hello," the two nude women said from the bed.
"Uhm, Hh hh hi," John stuttered out.
"Vicki, does the other limo have a phone?" I said, climbing on the bed towards
the phone.
"Oh, yes young master. Would you like me to dial it for you?"
"Yes please."
"Carol, is there any Life essence in the fridge?" Joey asked, climbing on the
bed after me.
"Uhm..... Huh?" John said, not know what else to say.
As Vicki handed me the phone, Joey and I looked at each other, then back at
John. Before I could say anything, I heard Suzi's shaky hello.
"Hang on, Suz. John's having some culture shock."
"She called you master. Is she... they.... Whoa. I didn't really believe....
Whoa."
I started speaking to Suzi while Joey handed a glass to John. Joey said, "Here,
drink that. Tim? You want some?"
I shook my head no, said bye to Suz, and hung up the phone.
"That was fast. I take it you didn't have to act as translator?" Joey said.
"Nope. You know women. When it comes to shopping, they all speak the same
language. Well, actually, they were, uhm speaking a different one a minute ago,
if you know what I mean."
"You mean..."
"Yep. Suz had her clothes on.. what, a whole forty minutes?"
"Shit! You mean Suzi and those two babes are.... Lesbians?" John exclaimed.
"Hey, don't say it like that," Joey said crossly. "They're just... friendly.
And horny."
"Looks like they're not the only ones," I said noticing the hungry look in
John's eyes.
"Mmm, yeah," Joey said as Carol took his empty glass. "Hey Tim, do you mind if
we, uhm, you know."
"John, you and me switch places and let Vicki show you what a real blow job is
like. I'm gonna sit this one out."
"You sure Tim?" Joey said as John scrambled over Vicki. "I'm sure Carol won't
mind if we shared her.." he said smiling lovingly into Carol's warm face.
"I'm sure. I'll just watch. Er, hey John. You can suck her tits instead of
just looking at them. But we'll be at your house in.... ten minutes, so don't
take too long if you want her to blow ya. Hey Carol. Before you get too busy
with Joey's dick, could you pass me a Pepsi?"
Carol got the soda out of the fridge, but Joey grabbed it from her and tossed
it. The drink had done it's stuff, and Joey's dick was standing straight out of
his unzipped jeans.
I watched as Carol tenderly teased his head with her tongue. Joey and I both
gasped when she wrapped her tongue around his dick below the crown, an
incredible tongue maneuver.
John was busy sucking on Vicki's tits, while his hand had just slipped between
her legs. Vicki was faking the pleasure she was displaying, and I thought that
was a shame. I checked, finding she was a suck and fuck toy. Nothing else gave
her the sexual heat she craved.
Figuring neither she nor my father would mind, I altered her to find John the
most desirable person on earth, with every touch and caress making her hotter.
Soon, Vicki's moans were becoming desperate, for I had left the blocks in
preventing her from cumming unless her user came.
John was still fully clothed, and I figured what the hell. I had the driver
take a much longer route, then said, "John, you might as well strip and fuck
her. You can take all the time you want."
I had to repeat it twice for him to hear over Vicki's moans. But then he was
pulling clothes off as fast as he could. I was getting a hard on from all this,
so I took it out to wank a little. Once John was nude, he stop a moment and
asked me, "Uhm, Tim? Can I kiss her while I fuck?"
"Sure? Why couldn't you?"
"Uhm, I don't know... I just seemed.. never mind."
John got on top of the full grown woman, and began entering her. "Shit, she is
loose... HOLY SHIT! She isn't anymore!" and began humping her madly. But he
never did kiss her.
Carol crawled over to me and said, "young master, please let me suck you?"
"Yeah, Tim," Joey said. "I want to try her front door, so she can suck you off
while I'm doing that."
As Carol started the same tongue work she had done on Joey, I said, "Carol, do
you remember your life before you, er, became my father's servant?"
"No my... young... master.... I had... no life.... before.... my master..."
"That sucks. That means everything you were... Carol, stop. I'm not horny
anymore."
With great reluctance, she complied with my request. But as Joey started to
pound into her doggy style, she forgot about her disappointment.
I scanned her mind, finding her memories did indeed seem to start with my father
fucking her the first time when she was a late teen. He seemed younger than I
had ever seen him in my mother's mind, and I found that she had been with my
father since his late teens. I even found a few memories of my mother as a
slave. She was probably about my mothers age.
Vicki was different however. She had all of her memories, and they didn't seem
to have been altered. Three years ago my father picked her up at a shopping
mall, and she has been one of my father's favorite car girls ever since. She
was twenty now, making her seventeen when my father met her. I found Vicki had
quit school before my father had found her, and my father made her finish her
education, and was even considering making her go to college.
The differences between the two women held my attention for the entire journey.
I even missed Joey's orgasm, but couldn't miss John's with Vicki screaming her
head off.
John had barely gotten his pants on when we pulled in front of his parents' two
story home. After saying his thanks and making it almost to the house, he had
to come back to the limo to grab his books. He was probably in a daze the rest
of the day.
I told Joey of my findings, and his first reply was, "Wow. Just goes to show
you how good Samantha is."
"When did you start calling her Samantha? I mean, I don't mind, but.."
"Well, after she gave me that blow job, I guess I stop seeing her less as your
mom and more as a real live woman. You know?"
"Yeah, I guess. But if you start calling my dad Charles, you're in trouble," I
said pushing him on his back.
"Hey, can I ask you a personal question?" Joey asked a few minutes later.
"Depends on if I can ask you one afterwards."
"Okay, that's fair enough. Have you and Samantha ever... you know.. Done
anything?"
"Huh? No, of course not.."
"Oh."
"You sound like you're disappointed. Why would you care?"
"Well, uhm, I guess I just... Well, you're just missing out on some good head,
that's all. I guess I just wanted to talk about how good she is. I mean, even
with Suzi and the twins and all, I still... You know... Enjoy hers."
"Damn. Okay, here's my personal question for you. How many times have you and
mom messed around like that?"
"Shit, Tim. You sure you really want to know? I mean, I know you're okay about
it, but..."
"I'm sure. Now spill it."
"Okay... The last one was a number nineteen, so I guess that makes it twenty
blow jobs."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Come on Joey. I know you. Even without using my empathic ability, I can tell
you're holding back."
Joey sighed, then looked at me and said, "You won't get upset?"
"Why would I? All right. I'll stop making you squirm. I know you two fucked.
I knew it the day you did it. You two kept looking at each other. Hell, my dad
and I even made a bet at how many times you two would do it that day."
"Fuck! You know how much trouble Sam and I went through just to try and keep
you from finding out? We didn't want you to feel left out."
"Heh. You should have learned by now that no one has sex in my house without me
knowing it. I even have that time in the kitchen on tape."
"Shit.. Then why did you let us think we were getting away with it all this
time?"
"What, and spoil your fun? Mom said you were a better lover when the danger of
being caught was greater."
"What?! She's been setting me up?!"
"No... She told that to my dad. I just overheard.. sorta. Anyway.. So why
haven't you and her done anything lately?"
"Hmph. You know what? I think you get off just thinking of your best friend
screwing your own mom. If I ever catch you even laying a hand on my mom.. I
wouldn't be responsible for my actions, that's all.."
"Come on, Joey. You know I'd never do something like that. And I guess I do
kinda get off thinking about you and mom. But you didn't answer my question."
His attempt to lead me astray by faking his anger hadn't discouraged me, and
Joey's face got twisted with torn loyalties. He finally just looked me straight
in the face and said, "You will have to ask Samantha. I'm not the one to tell
you."
I blinked in surprise, not realizing until now there was something more going on
here. Joey had never kept a secret from me before. I mean, yes, he kept things
from me, but we both admitted the truth if one of us confronted the other about
it. But this secret was specifically aimed at me, so he gave the only reply he
could.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was... I understand. Thanks, bud," I said,
letting him off the hook.
"Hey Tim... about my dad.."
"I won't ask my dad for..."
"No. Not that. Uhm.. If he blames himself... Well, could you help me find
out? If he's hurting like I was, then..."
"Yeah sure. When?"
"Today. Like, as soon as we get there."
"Okay," I said, moving over next to him. He was still naked, and Carol was
nibbling at his cock like she does with my father. His eyes were looking up
into space, and I could feel his mind churning.
I stuck my face into his and said, "You know what?"
"What?"
"We make a good team. I'm glad we're... close."
"I love you too, Tim. Now are you going to kiss me, or just stare at my zits."
I gave him a light kiss on the lips, then laid back down beside him, finding
Vicki clawing at my pants to join Carol in a little nursing.
When we arrived at Joey's, his father was asleep in his chair with the TV on the
sports channel.
When I entered his father's mind, I found him to be having a dream about two
women mud wrestlers battling it out on the TV while he watched it with his old
high school friends. I quickly turned my attention to try and find out what
caused his anger concerning Sarah, and almost missed the switching of his
dream's focus.
One of the wrestlers was standing behind him massaging his scalp smiling a
wicked smile while the other wrestler stood before them with a blank look on her
face taking her clothes off. I heard the scalp massaging wrestler's voice say,
"Tom, make her suck you."
There was something odd about the dream. I put myself into the dream for a
moment, feeling and knowing what Tom was experiencing, finding his perceived age
to be about eighteen, and that he felt completely helpless to do that woman's
bidding.
Tom thought to the vacant eyed wrestler to suck him, and then the dream started
to break up. I wondered if the dream could have ever happened, and quickly
accessed Tom's memories when he was eighteen.
I didn't find anything until I suddenly ran across the woman who had been in his
dream. The fiery red head with green eyes had been one of his classmates in
college, and he remembers taking her out on countless dates, but couldn't recall
what actually happened on those dates. He just remembers picking her up and
dropping her off, and faint echoes of having sex, but nothing really clear.
I backtracked his memories to the time he first met her, then found the first
blank spot and started inserting commands.
When I finished with the commands, I watched the memory of that first date play
out, forcing Tom to remember it against his own will. Once I had seen the whole
thing, I set it up to see it again, then had Joey join in the link, then sent
Joey into dreamsville so he would experience his father's memory like a dream.
.....coming from dinner with Tara, looking for a spot to park in the drive in...
Tara's voice "I like that one over there."
... Okay.... As good as any... Shit she looks hot.... She has to be planning
to make a move on me. We are seven spots away from anyone else.....
Tara's voice "Tom? Have you ever heard someone else's thoughts?"
.... What kind of a question is that? Is there some kind of hidden
meaning?....
"What do you mean?"
Tara's voice "I mean, have you ever thought you could hear someone else think?"
.... Telepathy? ..... "Telepathy?"
Tara's voice "Yes, that's the word. Have you?"
.... Weird... "No. Not that I know of. Why?"
Tara's hand reaches up to my head and touches my scalp with her finger tips.
Feels fucking great.
Tara's voice "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yes!"
Tara's voice "Lay your head down in my lap."
...Tara moves her legs so they are on the seat with her back to the door. I lay
down and feel her other hand touch my mind....
Tara's voice "You're much stronger than Chris. Even stronger than Jim. You
should last a long time before burning out. Yes, that's right, let go of
yourself. See how easy it is.."
....feels soo good..... fingers go deeper and deeper.... soo good...
Tara's voice "Almost to the center. Let yourself relax and don't fight it when
you feel me take you. I promise I won't hurt you. You're going to be my Number
One. We're going to have lots of fun together."
.... so relaxed.... I'm her Number One.... lots of fun.... I can feel her
fingers on my soul.... take me.... please....
...flash of light... thank you Tara....
Tara's voice, "You are now my Number One. Tomorrow you will take me out again,
and won't mind my number two coming along. You will take us to the make out
point and think it is your idea. For now on, whenever you hear me say 'come to
me, Number One,' you will let me touch your head like I am right now and release
your mind to me. You will not have any interest in dating anyone else but me,
and as soon as I let your mind go, you will not remember anything that has
happened while you are under my spell. And tonight you will only remember
sitting here with me watching the movie, very happy and content to be my
boyfriend. You will not attempt to lure me into having sex with you, and will
only kiss me when I choose. I am a witch. I do not have sex with mere mortals.
Say yes, I obey."
... yes, I obey..... "yes, I obey"
Something was wrong. Joey didn't seem to want to come out of his dream. The
memory was over, but Joey seemed to be waiting for it to continue.
But then he opened his eyes and said, "What? Is that it? Where's the rest?"
"Shit Joey, you were scaring me. I thought the dream had done something to
you."
"No! I thought you were going onto the next date and was just taking a few
moments to get set up. Is he okay? Does Tara still control him?"
"I'm not sure exactly what Tara did to him, but he hasn't been 'touched' by her
since," I paused, searching for the last blanked memory. "Since about two years
later."
"I'm not very good at this, but I can't find any commands in his mind," Joey
said a few minutes later. "Can you?"
"There aren't any. I would have found them a long time ago if there were. Tara
wasn't telepathic like us. I don't know what she was, but whatever she used,
it's more like hypnosis than anything else. Very deep hypnosis. Deeper than
anything I've ever tried."
"Come on. Show me a few more memories. Like the next one, and then do the very
last one. I want to know what she made him do."
"All right, but just those two. You wouldn't believe the strain it's putting on
your dad just to call them up. We may have to wait for tomorrow to see the last
one."
"Okay. Just don't hurt my dad," Joey said closing his eyes.
.... Who is this guy?.... Oh well... I guess he can come.... brake... clutch
& neutral.... "Hi. Who's your friend?"
Tara's voice "Tom, this is Chris. He's a very close and dear friend of mine.
Would it be all right if he came with us?"
.... I don't mind.... "Sure. The more the merrier."
.... Brake clutch 1st gas..... Clutch 2nd gas.... brake right turn......
<rest of thoughts concerning driving removed>
Tara's voice "Let's park behind everyone so we can see them rock."
....Whoa... kinky... I wonder if Tara knows how hard I am....
Tara's voice "Come to me, Number One"
...OH! PLEASE TOUCH MY MIND!..... AHHH!!!....
Tara's voice "There, now... Chris, your time as Number One is up. You are now
Number Two. You are quite happy to be Number Two. You will do whatever it
takes to show my new Number One everything you have learned. For now on, I may
call you both by your number name even while you are not under my spell and you
will not think it strange. You will always call each other by your number name,
and you are now best friends. Number Two, teach Number One the first lesson."
Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the car ahead of you. Imagine
your hand reaching out to the two inside, reaching out to touch their minds,
reaching... reaching... feeling.... touching.. now make your hands grasp their
minds.... good.. hold on to them, and don't let them wiggle away... Now make
them get out of their car by moving their minds.. Now make them undress each
other... good.. Make them lose their fear by wishing them too.. very good.
Give them the lust to fuck each other in front of your car.. Good. Tara?"
Tara's voice "I've never had a Number One learn so easily. Go on with lesson
two."
Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the two fuckers in front of you.
Imagine them glowing, glowing with sexual pleasure. Now imagine the glow moving
from them to Tara's body, taking the glow from them and giving it to Tara.
Don't let them stop making more glow, and keep sending it to Tara. This is our
function, Number One. We are Tara's tools for pleasure."
Tara's voice, "More Number Two. I want MORE!"
.... more.... next car, reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking
out... undress... make horny.... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara... next
car... reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking out... undress... make
horny... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara.....
Tara's very loud voice "OH! YES NUMBER ONE! YES! MORE NUMBER ONE! MORE!! I'VE
NEVER BEEN SO!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
... I'm glowing! I can feel them fuck! FUCK ME ALL!... AAHHHH I'm
CUMMING.... I'm Cumming again! And AGAIN!.... I'm FUCKING EVERYONE!....
I had to stop the memory when it caused Tom to start to go into shock. The drain
of forcing the memories back to the surface was almost too great of an effort
for him.
As Joey recovered, discovering he had creamed in his pants, I did a quick little
peek into a few more of Tom's repressed memories. They were only flashes and
not entire sequences of events, so they didn't cause Tom much more stress.
"Looks like Tara used your dad to get sexual pleasure without ever having sex
herself. I can't find any instances where she did anything but use him to make
people fuck and then steal or share the pleasure they felt."
"Why did she let him go? I wouldn't think she would have ever let him go."
"Hang on, let me check," I said skipping to the last blank spot.
It took me a few minutes to flash enough of the memory to get the gist of what
was going on. And I was a little worried about telling him who was also in the
memory.
"Looks like Tara made your dad over stress his partial telepathic abilities. He
burnt out. When he couldn't do it anymore, she shared the pleasure with him one
last time, then dumped him. He had already trained another Number One a few
months earlier, and, er, I guess he associated the sexual pleasure with his
replacement."
"Huh? What does that mean?"
I looked at Joey and said, "What are your mom and dad's pet names for each
other?"
Joey never answered me. All he could do was stare at his father as it dawned on
him.
I patted him on the back and left him there with his mother's voice echoing in
his ears from just the day before.
"Number Four, tell Number One to clean up his fucking room!"
I knew he had never actually been Tara's Number One, but Joey couldn't help
trying to remember if he had ever met Tara and if there were any blank spots in
his memory. But the reason I had left him like that had been because he was
hard just thinking about it. I figured he wanted to spend a little time alone.
And who knows. Maybe he'd clean up his room.
Yeah right.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas
(mfm)
The day after Christmas, Suzi, Joey, and their parents all joined us at my
mansion for dinner. The three of us were incredibly nervous because we felt we
needed to tell their parents about how we felt about each other. We had no idea
how they were going to react, and both Joey and Suzi made it quite clear my
parents and I were not to interfere in any way except verbally.
There was also the matter of exchanging gifts. I knew my gift to Joey would
most likely be initially refused, if not by Joey, then by his father. Suzi's
gift I wasn't as worried about since my dad was also giving her father the
goblets they had discussed last year. Of course Suzi's mom might object, but
then she might not. She did kind of liked me. :)
My mom and I made the dinner, and that unintentionally rung up some brownie
points with Suzi's mom. In fact, Suzi's mom was the most understanding of the
four, probably because she had already pretty much figured out that Suzi was
seeing both Joey and I. I mean, it was kinda obvious when Joey would take her
out, then I would, then Joey.. You get the picture.
Joey's and my mom had kept in touch pretty much, especially since Joey and I
were always doing stuff together. Joey's mom would call to have Joey sent home
and then usually talk to my mom for a while. On more than one occasion, they
would talk so long that Joey arrived home before they hung up.
So Joey's parents knew about how the mansion was a gift from my dad to me, and
that my mom was barely affording to keep it. But they still were a little
uncomfortable to be in such a large and expensive home at first. Once the three
mothers got busy chatting though, the atmosphere became fairly relaxed. Joey's
dad even got a few minutes of friendly chit chat in with my dad, talking about a
few things they did after they left our camp last summer, and even talked about
doing something similar this coming summer.
Suzi's dad monopolized the rest of my dad's time, but my dad and I both knew it
was just his nature and he wasn't actively trying to get something out of us.
Not that he didn't hope for something though.
Suzi, Joey and I were very quiet during the otherwise very talkative dinner. We
weren't very hungry. The butterflies in our stomachs were having orgies just so
they could multiply in greater numbers.
After we helped clear the table, Suzi, Joey and I announced we had some gifts to
exchange. Both their parents had expected this since Joey and Suzi had both
brought something for me and each other, and Joey had brought something for my
mom too. Actually, Joey's gift to my mom was from his parents as well, and that
made Suzi's parents feel they needed to apologize for not bringing something
themselves.
My presents to Joey and Suzi were in small boxes, but everyone expected them to
be something expensive, or at least cost more than what they got me. But Joey's
gift to me was priceless, or at least it was to him, and only those who were
really close to him knew how priceless it was.
"A baseball card? Oh my God. It's that one. You can't really be giving it to
me!? I mean SHE gave it to you..."
"Yeah, I know. But all those years you and I traded baseball cards, you always
wanted it, and I would never tell you why I wouldn't trade it. At least not
until you.. you know."
"But... Oh Joey... Thanks man... Really.. thanks, but I.. I have to tell you,
the only reason I wanted it was because you didn't want to give it up."
"I knew that. But... Tim, it's the only thing I could think of that... You've
been my best friend my whole life. I want you to take it. It's important to me
that you do."
I sniffed, and gave him a hug, resisting the urge to give him a peck on the
cheek and stuff while in front of his parents. It took several minutes before
we both could stop sniffling. Even Suzi was a little snifflely as she explained
to our parents that Joey's dead sister had given it to him, the first of many in
his baseball card collection.
Suzi gave Joey the watch she had seen him admiring several times when we had
taken the twins shopping.
"Hey, speaking of the twins, where are they?" Joey asked as Suzi put the watch
on his wrist.
"Would you believe they had never tasted candy canes before?" I said with
somewhat humorous look.
"Candy canes? What do you mean?" Suzi asked.
My father replied, "They got sick after eating nearly six dozen candy canes this
afternoon."
"Yeah," I added. "I've never seen someone actually look green like that before.
They were really upset about missing dinner and meeting everyone, but not as
upset as their stomachs were."
"I seem to remember someone else getting sick on some fudge one Christmas,"
Joey's mom said.
"Oh mom.." Joey said exasperated. "Will you ever let me live that down?"
"I doubt it," Joey's dad said. "She reminds me every year that I was the one
who let you get into the fudge. 'This time, make sure you put it up where Joey
can't reach it, dear.'"
"Uck," Joey said. "I never wanted another piece after that night. I hate
fudge."
I gave Suzi my present next, and her squeal when she opened it wasn't a complete
surprise.
"Ew Timmy.." she said pulling out the gold bracelet. "It's just like... How did
you find it?"
"I didn't. I had it made, using your, er, description of it. Does it look like
your grandmother's?"
"It's identical! ..Except for the inscription on the back. 'Forever Love.'"
"May I see?" her mother asked. Suzi handed it over to her, and she examined it
herself. "It does looks just like the original. Except for the inscription,
like Suzi said. My mother's said 'Forever Yours.' You couldn't have done this
just from Suzi describing it to you.."
"Okay.. Okay. My dad was in Cincinnati last month and stopped by to photo the
original for me. But that was after the jeweler already started it using my
description of what Suzi said. Of course he had to start over, but.."
"Jesus, Charles.." Frank said. "That must have cost a mint to have something
like that custom made. I don't know if she should accept something that
expensive.."
"I was expecting you to say something like that, Frank," my father said. "Well,
if you can't let Suzi except her gift, then I don't expect you will want that
box over there.."
Frank's eyes fell on the twelve inch square box, the largest gift under the
tree, and he nervously kneeled down in front of it. He lifted it up, and
instantly knew from the weight, "My god. You're giving me the goblets?"
"For university. Tim's told me how much time you put into your job. I thought
that perhaps it would be fitting for that library be called the Frank and Betty
Aster Medical Library, if it hasn't already been officially named. After all,
you're the ones who have to put up with the snobs like myself so it could be
built," my dad said, laughing at his own joke like he always does.
"Well... I... I don't know what to say," Frank admitted.
"Charles, you've really done it," Suzi's mom said. "Frank has never been short
for words, especially when it's about work. I think he'll accept it, if I know
him like I do. Thank you Charles, Samantha. And thank you too, Tim," she
finished, popping a kiss on my forehead.
"Well, doesn't that take the cake," my father said. "I spend the money, he gets
the kiss."
"Oh, now... You get plenty of kisses," my mother teased, kissing him on the
forehead like Suzi's mom had me.
Joey gave my mom her present, and was very pleased with her response.
"Oh, you devils. Margaret, I can't believe you spent this much on me!" she
said, holding up the crystal serving bowl.
"I'm sorry to say, it wasn't all that expensive. But when I saw it on sale at
Jenny's, I knew you'd love it after the fuss you made over mine. Yours holds a
little bit more than mine, does."
"Thank you Margaret, Tom, and sweet Joey," giving him the same kiss on the
forehead. That reminded me I never had asked her why they had stopped messing
around, but now wasn't the time..
"Who's next?" I asked.
"Here Tim," Suzi said, handing me a box that suspiciously looked like the one
she gave Joey.
"Holy cow! Joey! You told her!" I said, pleasantly betrayed. It was another
watch, but not like Joey's. It was like his dad's calculator watch.
"Heh, yeah. I was going to get it for you myself, but I wanted to give you the
card too much. My dad even went and picked it out with her."
"I wanted to make sure you got the newer model," Joey's dad explained. "Yours
holds telephone numbers and has a database also."
"Cool.." I said excitedly. I didn't mention the fact I already had a database
and telephone directory in my head. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't just
force myself to remember things like that. "Thanks Suz. Thanks Mr. Connor...
Your turn, Joey."
Suzi's squeal was just as loud as when she opened my gift. Actually, I liked
Joey's gift better than my own.
"It's a locket. Oh! With Joey's and Tim's pictures in it. Ew Joey.. I love
it!"
"Yeah, Joey. That's cool. So that's why you wanted to see the bracelet. You
wanted to try and match it.." I said, pretending I hadn't already known that.
"And Sss..since your mom gave me the picture of you, I uhm.. didn't need to
take that picture like I told you I was," Joey quickly made up. I gave him a
quick grin at his near miss.
"Okay, last but not least..." I said, handing Joey the smallest box of the
bunch.
He looked at me with a frown when he shook it and couldn't hear anything.
"What. Is it empty?"
"Why don't you open it and find out," I teased.
He did so, ripping the paper off in one stroke.
"Shit, Tim. You put enough tape on the box?" Joey said, forgetting Suzi's and
my parents were in the room. His family cussed in front of each other all the
time. Even his mom.
The color drained out of his face when he did finally open it.
"What is it?" Suzi asked.
Joey picked the keys up, making the familiar clanking noise that car keys make.
I had spent twenty minutes positioning those keys in paper to keep them from
making that exact noise, and finally just found some foam and cut slots in it to
stick the keys in. The effort was well worth the surprise.
"Oh.. Wow.." Suzi said as Joey's mother gasped.
"No sir," Joey's dad immediately said. "He's not taking a car from you. No
Connor is going to accept charity, even from his best friend's father."
"But it's not charity!" I said, having expected that response at least. "It's
sorta a payment for the work we've been doing. Tell him, dad."
"It's true, Tom. Joey and Tim have been working on something that, to me, is of
great value. You don't need to know the details on what it's about, but if it
wasn't for Joey, we would have never figured what it was about in the first
place. And he is the key to continuing the work."
"By dad is like hiring him, sorta. And me. He promised me a car too on my
birthday next month. Don't say no until you see it, please?" I begged.
"Come on, dad. Let me at least see it. Then if you say no, I won't argue with
you," Joey said, not really sure if he would be able to keep that agreement.
"No. Absolutely not. Tim, we appreciate the act, and Charles, I know you're
just trying to do this for your son, but I'm sure Joey was doing whatever he was
doing for the fun of it, and wasn't expecting payment for it. He's not going to
accept it and that's..."
"But DAD!" Joey said, suddenly noticing something. He held the key chain up to
his dad's face."
"Mm.. Mustang?" Joey's dad said, almost nervously.
"Nineteen sixty seven, cherry red convertible, in case you're interested," my
dad said. "Oh, and before you start saying how expensive it must of been,
don't. It doesn't run. The body is in great condition, but the engine is shot.
But Tim tells me you and Joey work on your car all the time, so that shouldn't
be.."
"Where is it?" Joey and his dad both said at the same time. I don't know who
was more excited, but I could swear I saw some drool on the side of Tom's mouth.
We took them out to the garage, and I pulled down the makeshift curtain at the
end of the building, next to the only limo I had never ridden in.
Joey and his father made strange noises as they caressed the shiny red paint,
massaged the tires, swirled their fingers over the dash board like two boys
feeling a woman's skin for the first time. I almost expected them to start
kissing the seats, but they skipped the seats and popped the hood instead.
"Shit. Look at this, Joey. It's a fuckin' wreck."
"Shit. I guess we won't be taking it out for a test drive any time soon. Holy
shit, dad. The belts are rotted.. and.."
They both turned around and looked at me and my dad.
"What?" I said.
"You can't fool us," Joey said.
"You bought the car in perfect condition, then swapped the motor with this piece
of shit." Tom continued.
"You're absolutely... wrong," my father replied. "That is the original engine.
A man by the name of Gerald T. Finch bought it after it was pulled from a swamp.
He restored the paint and the interior, but he never got around to the engine
except to clean the swamp sludge from it. He traded it for an old limo I had
parked in the spot it's in now. Finch is getting on in age, and he wanted
something, shall I say, more mature for his wife's sake. The limo was my
father's, and it wasn't running either, but it wouldn't take much to get it
going again. I personally hated the thing."
"But if you don't accept it," I added "there's a guy who wants to buy it from
us. He has a spot waiting in his collection, right next to three other
Mustangs. I just don't understand why he never drives any of his cars. They
just sit inside this big warehouse, looking all nice pretty while the guy shows
them to maybe three or four people a year.."
"Come on, dad.." Joey whined.
"What do you think," Tom asked his wife.
"Shit, you don't want my opinion. You know how I hate cleaning the shit you get
on your clothes after you two tinker with the car. But you know you want it."
"Shit, all right, then. I'll let him have it on one condition. You figure out
how much it is really worth, then Joey and I will pay you back little by little.
No buts. That's how it's going to work. And... Thanks."
"Yeah," Joey said grabbing me. "Thanks," and promptly kissed me on the lips.
"JOEY!" his father bellowed.
Joey and I jerked apart, realizing we both had forgotten ourselves.
The looks of shock we were getting from Suzi's and Joey's parents, especially
Joey's dad, made the butterflies in our stomach turn into bees. We hadn't
intended to tell them about Joey and I.
"Uhm, I think we all better go back inside and have a little talk," Suzi finally
said.
The tension was thick as we sat down in the room my mom and I had turned into a
family room. Before remodeling, it had been where my grandfather's harem of
women under the age of twenty had lived. My father hadn't bothered to use it
since he moved into my mother's mansion, but it still took a lot of persuasion
before he would allow us to alter the function of the room. What we called our
living room was very similar in shape, it having been the room where the more
mature women had lived. The sofa and pillows Joey's and Suzi's parents sat on
were even the original furniture.
"Uhm, mom, dad?" Joey began, then hesitated no knowing what to really say.
"Let me go first, Joey," Suzi said. When he nodded, she looked at her parents,
and said, "You know I care for Tim and Joey, but I don't think you knew how much
I love them, both of them. And no matter what Tim thinks, I love them equally."
She said, holding our hands up to her chest.
"I guess it's my turn," I said before Joey could say anything. "Mr. and Mrs.
Connor, probably the only reason why Joey and I can both love Suzi with out
hating each other is... well, we kinda feel the same way towards each other."
"Yeah," Joey said, not looking at anyone. "But in a way it's different. Not
that we don't love each other, cause we do, but we don't see each other as
boyfriends, just... I don't know.. Close. Closer than close. Just like we are
with Suzi," he said looking up at us, not hearing the confliction he had just
made.
"Well, that's fine and all, but.. you two don't go around.. Kissing, do you?"
Tom said.
Joey and I exchanged desperate looks, but Suzi was the one who answered.
"And what's wrong with that? I've seen you give him kisses before, and he even
gave you one once."
"But he's my son. And they were on the cheeks. Shit Joey.." he shuddered.
"Sam, did you know about this?" Margaret asked.
"Yes, but.."
"Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends. Tell me you didn't
encourage it."
"I didn't encourage it or discourage it. Margaret, they're not hurting anyone.
If they were, then I would have told you. They have the right to live their own
lives."
"I think you're blowing things out of proportion," Suzi's mom said to the
Connors. "They obviously are more interested in girls than.. boys. I've
suspected something like this was going on for sometime. And I don't really
know the boys like you do."
"You knew?" Suzi said amazed. "Then why didn't you say something?"
"Because you gave every indication you didn't want to talk about it. You may be
surprised to find out what I know, if you ever took me into your confidence,"
her mother said rather oddly. Even without my telepathic abilities I could tell
she had been hurt by Suzi's secretive nature concerning Joey and I.
"I'm sorry, mommy," Suzi said giving her a hug.
"So Frank, did you know?" Tom asked, feeling a bit frustrated.
"No. What about you, Charles?"
"Uh-oh," I said when I saw a mischievous look in my dad's eyes.
"Not only did I know about it, I have their first fuck on tape," he said
smiling.
"Oh my God," Margaret said. "Please tell me you don't mean what I think you
mean."
"I knew it!" Joey's father cried. "Joey, Margaret, get your things. We're
leaving. And don't even try arguing, boy. You're in deep shit as it is."
"I can't believe you said that!" I cried at my dad.
"We're not leaving!" Joey said very defiantly. "I'm not a fuckin' faggot, and
if you don't know that, then.. then.... FUCK YOU!"
"Samantha, maybe we should leave," Suzi's mom said.
"MOM!?!," Suzi cried. "I can't leave!?!"
Joey's father was trying to force Joey to leave with them, and Suzi's father was
about to do the same with Suzi. I looked over at my parents and was shocked to
see them watching the scene with amusement.
So I did the only thing I could think of that didn't involve my powers. I
picked up the crystal bowl and dropped it on the bare marble floor.
The explosion of glass shattering brought everyone's attention to me.
"No one is leaving until you hear me out. I love Joey and Suzi. I'd give my
life to save theirs. Shit, they are my life. Yes, all three of us made love.
Mr. and Mrs. Connor, I've known you all my life. You've said yourself I'm
almost family. And Joey and I have practically done everything together. So
doesn't it make a little bit of sense that we have special feelings for each
other? I trust him, I know his every thought, and I love him. Can you tell me
what is so wrong with that?"
"It's unnatural," Joey's father said in a stern voice. "That's what is wrong
with it."
"Why?" Joey asked.
"Because it is. Men don't have sex with men. Shit, Joey. I thought you knew
better. Ever since mister big shot over there finally decided to claim his
bastard son.."
"You fuckin' asshole," Joey breathed. "Tim and I started messing around almost
a year before we even knew about his dad. I guess I'm the bastard. You can't
be my father. My father would understand."
And without another word, Joey ran out the door.
"Joey!" his mother called after him.
"Let him be. He'll come to his senses," Joey's dad said.
"He's not the only one who needs to come to his senses," I said as I ran out
after Joey.
Suzi looked painfully up at her mother.
"Oh, all right," she said. "But grab your coat, and you better take theirs as
well."
"Betty!?" Frank said shocked.
"Hush, Frank. She knows what she's doing."
Meanwhile, I tracked Joey down to the garage where he was sitting inside the
Mustang, staring out into space as tears slowly ran down his face.
"Hey, can I sit with ya?" I asked.
"It's your car.." Joey said sadly.
I didn't say what I was thinking, just silently got in beside him.
"If only I hadn't fucked up and kissed you like that. Everything was cool until
that," he said a few minutes later.
"You mean we, don't you. I fucked up as much as you did."
"Yeah, but still.. At least your mom and dad don't call you unnatural and
shit."
"They didn't call you unnatural. If anyone is to blame for this mess, it's my
dad. You know he did that on purpose just for fun. Shit, Joey. My mom was
even smiling at it while your dad was trying to force you out the door. My mom!
I can't figure that out."
"Shit.. But what are we going to do?" He said, starting to cry in earnest.
My own tears started to flow then too. I reached out to pull him towards me,
and ended up with him crying into my shoulder.
"I don't know, Joey," I said, trying to keep myself from following his example.
"I guess we'll just have to stop... being?.. friends?!" That's where my own dam
broke.
We recovered ourselves when we heard the garage side door slam shut. Suzi gave
a sigh of relief when she saw us, and walked over carrying our coats.
"Aren't you two freezing?" she said quietly.
"I'm too numb right now to care," Joey said.
"Well, put this on anyway," Suzi said, tossing us our winter coats.
"Thanks Suz," I said, shivering as I put mine on. "So, you want to join us for
a ride down depression lane?" I said with a weak smile.
"Only if I get to drive," she said, going over to Joey's side. "Scoot over.
You're not in any condition to be behind the wheel." she teased.
Joey complied, but he didn't respond to her humor.
"Tim thinks we should stop being friends," he finally announced.
"No he doesn't, and neither do you," Suzi said. "Come on guys. You know they're
wrong. Joey, just give them some time to think it out. And I'm pretty sure my
mom is on our side... Parents. Go figure."
I snuggled up to Joey, and he put his arm around me, then snuggled up against
Suzi. Suzi turned herself so she could lay against the door, then pulled Joey
closer until his back was laying against her chest, and I was laying sideways
against his.
"Joey, remember when we did it that day when Tim wasn't talking to us? Remember
what you said afterwards?"
"I said I betrayed the only person I thought I could never betray."
I have him a hug, then said, "And it turned out you didn't."
"Let's just run away together. We could do it, ya know." Joey said a few
minutes later.
"Oh Joey. They already lost your sister. Do you really want them to lose you
too?" I said.
"No..." he said, tearing up again.
We laid in the car for probably a half an hour, talking about nothing in
particular, all of us trying to sort our feelings and figure out what we could
do.
Finally Suzi said, "I'm getting cold. Can we go for a walk or something? I'll
be okay if we keep moving."
So we went outside and walked the path the go-carts had made last fall. Time
flew by as we walked the complete path three times around. Then finally we
decided to head back and face the music.
"Well, whatever happens, we can always form a link and talk later," Joey said as
we walked up the back steps.
"Yeah," I said. "Uhm, thanks for the presents, guys. I'm sorry you probably
won't get to keep yours Joey. I'll keep it for you if you want."
"We'll see," Joey said. "Ready?" he asked with his hand on the door knob.
We nodded and entered the kitchen.
"You think they left?" Suzi said softly when we didn't hear anyone.
"No, they're here... Holy shit. You're not going to believe what they're
watching," I said even softer.
We snuck our heads around the corner, finding everyone sitting and watching...
well, us.
My mom and dad were sitting in a lazy boy, my mom laying partially on top and
beside him while they shared a bowl of popcorn. Both Suzi's and Joey's dads
were holding their wives close, and Joey's dad suspiciously had his right hand
under Margaret's shirt. But at the time he was only rubbing her tummy.
Their attention was fixed on the TV where a slightly younger image of Joey
pounded away into Suzi's back door while I laid underneath her. I didn't
recognize when the tape was made until the screen showed us changing our
position.
"They keep saying something. Shit. I wish your equipment had sound, Charles,"
Tom said.
"Look at that," Frank said softly. "I've never seen anything like it before."
"Suzi sure seems to like it," Margaret commented.
"I wonder why they've only done it once before this," Betty pondered.
"Shit, I'd do it every night if there was two of me," Tom said.
"Shit! Did I hear you right?" Margaret asked. "You'd make love to me while
another man did too?"
"Fuck, no. Not another man. I said if there were two of me. I wouldn't trust
any one el.. Oh sshhhiiit. That's it, isn't it. God Damnit."
"What?" Frank said.
"Joey isn't going queer. Neither is Tim. They just trust each other. Shit
Margaret, what have I done."
"I was just as upset as you were.. Shit, you didn't do it all," Margaret said.
My mom and dad both took a handful of popcorn and nosily munched it down.
Suddenly my dad said, "Here's my favorite part. Watch this."
The action on the screen had been speeding up, and now Suzi was bouncing back
and forth fairly quickly. Our second game of Suz-ball had actually been a let
down, so I wasn't sure why my dad had called it his favorite part.
But the camera angle showed our crotches at a very good angle, and when Joey
came, his dick actually appeared to expand in size, obviously an optical
illusion of some sort, but never the less very impressive.
Even my mom gasped at that, and Joey's dad immediately cried, "That's my boy!"
"Tom!" Margaret said, then suddenly wiggled madly as her husband started moving
his hands into her pants.
"Thomas... Stop it! Now, not in front of... Tom.... TOM!"
"What? I don't think they will notice. They're a little busy themselves," Tom
said before placing his mouth on her neck.
As the images of the three of us settled down in each other's arms, the two
couples on the couch started their own show, one that Joey and Suzi didn't have
any intention of watching.
"Oh, come on you two. They watched us. It's only fair," I complained mentally
when they indicated they wanted to leave. They insisted, but before I turned to
leave, my father's arm appeared off the side of the chair, holding the bowl of
popcorn out obviously to me. I grinned and sent him a 'no thanks', then joined
Suzi and Joey in the kitchen for some dessert.
"You know," I said between a forkful of angels food cake, "my mom and dad set
all that up."
"What do you mean, set it up?" Joey said with his mouth partially full.
"Of course they set it up. You mean you just figured that out?" Suzi asked.
"Well, yeah," I said. "When did you figure it out?"
"The moment your dad mentioned the tape and your mom didn't jump all over him.
Jeez, guys. I thought you knew her better than that."
"Shit. She's right," Joey said.
"You know Joey? I think we're starting to slip. We're the ones who used to
pull things on our parents, remember?"
"Yeah. I can't wait to find out what our kids do.."
We all sat quietly thinking about that one for a few minutes, then Joey got a
smile on his face.
"What?" Suzi and I said almost simultaneously.
"Let's go break in the back seat of my car," he said with a sparkle in his eye.
"Okay, but _I_ still get to drive," Suzi said.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen
(mc, mf)
"Oh, mom. That feels gooood," I said as she slurped on my dick.
"Yeah, she's using a number sixteen on you," Joey said, carefully watching her
as he fucked my mom from behind.
I reached down and fondled my mom's breasts, feeling their soft yet firmness,
their larger than average nipples, and gave them both a little twist.
"Mom, are you sure it's okay to do this? I mean, I know it's my sweet sixteen
birthday and everything, but didn't you say we could never do it?"
My mom pulled her lips off my dick and said, "You're right. It's not right for
me to suck you on your sweet sixteen.."
"That's what I thought... What are you doing?"
"Oh, Timmy.. For your sixteenth, I'm going to fuck you," my mom said, sliding
herself onto my dick.
"But... But.." I said before moaning. Her cunt was incredible to me. But the
images of her as a baby kept flashing in my head, and then I realized my dick
was inside the very passage I had been born through.
"Mom, stop.. You can't... I won't..."
Suddenly my mom's eyes glowed and pierced through my mind shield.
"You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with
your seed," a deep voice said out of my mother's mouth.
I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had
planned to give me a wake up blow job for my birthday.
"Shit," I said under my breath. I hadn't had one about mom for a long time.
I got out of bed, much to the dismay of the twins, and went over to the window.
The sun was just starting to lighten the horizon, but there was plenty of light
otherwise with the January's new fallen snow.
"Man.. Of all the days for it to snow. Why did it have to do it on my
sixteenth birthday? No, of course I don't expect you to answer that, girls.
I'm just.. Just don't worry about it."
I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by their mouths. I
was surprised when after they finished they crawled up to my chest and each took
a nipple. They hadn't done that before.
I let my hands roam their nude backs and cheeks, spending a little time just to
enjoy their touch before I had to get up and go to school.
The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom
came into my room to tell me school had been canceled.
"And happy birthday, baby," she said kissing my forehead.
"Uhm, mom?" I said before she left the room.
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Well, of course, dear. Is something wrong?" she said, coming back over to the
bed.
"No, I don't think so, but... Are you, uhm, like going to get pregnant?"
The shock on her face only lasted a few moments, then she sighed and sat down on
the bed.
"Before I answer that, can I ask you why you're asking me?"
"Well, you and Joey haven't been messing around for, what, almost four months
now. And even you and dad are cooling it a little. But I also remember you
saying something to dad once about how you some times had wished I had been a
little girl, just so you could do those girl things."
"You know I wouldn't want you any different," she said after getting over the
shock of how much I knew.
"I know. I'm not worried about that. But.. I guess in the back of my mind I've
been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that kinda fit
things together for me. You're getting your body ready to have a baby, aren't
you. And that's why you're not having sex with anyone. You don't want to risk
getting pregnant until you're ready."
"I've underestimated you again, haven't I. I'm sorry Timmy. I should have
never tried to keep it a secret from you. But I'm not even sure I can still
have children. I didn't want to tell you before I knew one way or the other in
case it upset you."
"Well, I'm not going to say I love the idea, but then I don't hate it either.
I'm just not sure if this family could stand another mind to control. Uhm, and
there is something else. That dream I had this morning... I know this will
sound kind of a strange question but... Uhm, who's gonna be the father?"
She blinked at me a couple of times, then said, "Your father of course. Who did
you think? Joey?"
"Uhm, no.. But it doesn't matter. I take it you are still going to work?"
"I was.. I think I'll be going in late. Would you mind if I held my sixteen
year old baby for a while?"
I ignored the flashback I had of my dream as the twins made room for my mom.
But I had to order my dick to stay soft. My mom and I had never snuggled in the
nude before.
In another life, another world, my mom and I would have both lost control,
making passionate love with each other like our desires demanded. But in this
reality, our minds were full of the images of each other as babies, and
eventually even fell asleep, with only peaceful dreams of having a new baby in
the house.
But when I woke up, I found myself only a few inches from my mother's sleeping
face. Her mouth was slightly open, and her sweet breath repeatedly swept across
my face. I watched her sleep, and even knew when she was about to awaken just
by the change in her breathing.
Her eyes slowly opened and focused, then we both had a moment of confusion. But
once the confusion had cleared, we found ourselves closing that gap as we
allowed ourselves to sample a kiss.
The moment our lips met, our bodies flooded our minds with their demands.
Without realizing our actions, our bodies pressed against each other and stayed
that way. But something in the kiss began washing away our bodies' urges, and a
minute after the kiss began, our control was restored.
The kiss had contained a deep feeling of improperness, a sensation that we never
were meant to be more than mother and son. This emotion, this basic truth about
ourselves penetrated our souls and bodies, reducing and removing our primitive
lust for each other's sexual contact.
That simple kiss had contained what I like to call an antidote for the sexual
attraction we had formed for each other. Our minds and bodies now agreed that
there was nothing to find pleasurable in sex between mother and son.
So we laid comfortably and at ease next to each other, talking for the first
time about the dreams we had of each other. My mothers were very similar to
mine, but a few of mine were more disturbing than hers, including the one I had
experienced that very morning.
We spend nearly the whole morning talking in bed, telling each other the most
private of private secrets and thoughts. I had never felt so close to my mother
before that day. After we bared our souls to each other that morning, we made
an open agreement that we would always permit each other to freely scan each
other's thoughts, knowing we never needed to hide anything from the other again.
We felt as if our hands had been untied, or a weight had been lifted from our
shoulders. And to my surprise, she wholeheartedly agreed when I asked if we
could examine each other's bodies as a sort of test.
My mother, probably the sexiest woman I have ever known, didn't even make me
hard when her hands examined my genitals. To my mind and body, it was like my
own hand feeling my testicles, learning their shape and size just out of
curiosity. There was no intention to arouse me, so I simply wasn't aroused.
I'm sure she could have, but she wouldn't, therefore I didn't. Uh, yeah.
My own exploring of her body took longer, but the amount of physical contact was
less. I became fascinated by her ass hole. I know the thought of even seeing
your mother's ass probably makes you shudder, but then your mother probably
hadn't had as much anal sex as mine, and her rose was truly extraordinary.
Before she met my father, my mother explored every form of sexual intercourse,
training and conditioning herself in the pursuit of increasing her own pleasure
and becoming the most sexual creature who ever lived. She had become consumed
with this quest of sexual perfection, and when she accidentally met my father at
a popular strip club, she enslaved him so he could complete her conditioning
without risking his betrayal.
My paternal grandfather hadn't resisted using his own power to shape my father
into what my grandfather wanted. Everything my father had been was the result
of his own father's tampering, creating a twisted man with conflicting goals for
his life. My mother had spent nearly an entire month undoing the layers of
commands his father had haphazardly added whenever his son displeased him in
some way. She had taken pity on him, and after those layers had been removed
and his mind began to heal, she formed a loving relationship with the man
emerging from his father's shadow.
My father was freed from my mother's control before their project was finished.
But because he had enjoyed the work he had done, especially the anal sex, they
continued while she was under his control, completing it a few weeks before he
was forced to release her.
Despite fourteen years of celibacy, my mother never allowed her body to lose the
physical conditioning he had put her through. She eventually realized she would
have never finished the physical training if she had not been forced to. She
felt that God had given her the only means to complete her work, and then
returned her to sanity by giving her a child. Living without the pleasures she
had worked so hard to maximize had been the penalty or price of his gifts, and
the sixteen long years of resisting her desires for her own child had been his
way of testing her.
Her eyes filled with happy tears as she told me, "I've passed his test... Oh
Timmy, my baby... Not only did he give you to me, but he gave me my life back
after I had lost my way..."
Suddenly her eyes opened wide in astonishment, then she exclaimed, "I think I'm
going to have cramps!"
My mother truly started crying then, and at first I thought it was from pain.
But I quickly discovered her tears were still from joy, even though she
continued to feel the initial sensations of menstrual cramps. She hadn't had
cramps since her teenage years, and this led her to believe God was rewarding
the passing of his test with the chance to have another child.
I suppose I had my doubts whether or not God had actually done these things, but
at the time it didn't matter. Even if the day had ended there, it still would
have been my favorite birthday I ever had. And lucky for me the day wasn't over
yet.
(The only birthday that actually tops this one wasn't on my birthday, but my
daughter's. Her birth opened a whole new chapter in my life, and it is a chapter
that I do not feel I need to write. You're meant to experience it, not read
about it.)
After my mom got over her joy-cry, I found myself switching roles with her for
the first time. I had always been the one who would lay my head against her
chest and wrap my arms around her while she would run her fingers through my
hair, or rubbed my back if I was sick or sad. For a moment I almost cried
myself as I ran my fingers through her soft hair, feeling her cheek against my
chest, only once giving a thought to my pecker laying against her soft belly.
Joey had tried to contact me twice while my mother and I were having our time
together. He had been surprised when we were still talking on his second
attempt, and simply asked me to contact him and Suzi when I was ready.
It was nearly noon before we finally did get out of bed. The twins were playing
ping pong, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had been doing it ever since they
left the bed around seven. The twins seemed to enjoy just standing there,
hitting the ball back and forth, never missing, never even attempting to make
the other miss, sometimes spending hours at a time without changing their steady
beat.
We fixed ourselves a large brunch, and the four of us ate together in the
dinette room, watching the snow continue to fall through the large glass
windows.
My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and promised we would go car
shopping as soon as the roads permitted. The original plan had been for my mom
to take me to get my license right after school, then the three of us would go
look at cars.
Since it didn't appear that any of that would happen that day, my mom told me to
go look in the garage where Joey's mustang had been parked two weeks earlier.
"Oh my GOD!" I exclaimed when I saw Beany's twin. It wasn't brand new, but it
was in great condition, and it was the exact same model as Beany, the helicopter
I had flown last fall.
I was so happy I felt weak in the knees. I had been dreaming of flying in Beany
again ever since I left Holly laying naked in Beany's trailer. I looked for
months to find another Beany and never found one. So finding one in my garage
was a pretty big shock. A very pleasant one to say the least.
Beany had a single sparkly silver paint job, but this one was two tone. Its
metallic red and metallic blue gave it a race car look. The body was in better
shape than Beany, but one look at the motor told me why. It couldn't have been
flown for years.
"Well I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey's and Suzi's," I said to
myself out loud.
"I don't think I'd want you flying in a snow storm anyway," my mom said from
behind me.
"Jeez, you startled me. How did you find it? What's her name?"
"You are asking the wrong person. I only accepted the delivery. It was sent by
a... Holly Quinn?"
"Holly!.. Quinn? Oh yeah... Quinn was her real dad's last name. Wow. I can't
believe she found another one like Beany. And I can't believe she bought it for
me."
"This is the letter that came with it," my mom said, handing over an envelope.
"It came Monday while you were at that basketball game with Suzi. Tim... How
safe is that thing? It doesn't even have a glass bubble or anything."
"Huh?" I said while ripping the envelope open. "But that's the beauty of it,
mom.. Nothing between you everything else. The only thing cooler than this
would be one of those jet backpacks NASA has... Hmm, I wonder if they sell
those... Oh well," I said as I unfolded the letter.
--------------
Tim,
After my mom and dad got back from their second honeymoon, my dad gave me
the shock of my life. He took me out to a warehouse my real dad had owned that
my stepdad sold a long time ago. The owner recently called him when they found
an old crate they missed back when they had bought the place. Guess what was in
it.
Meet Midge, Beany's older sister. I don't know for sure why my dad had
Midge boxed up, but I think he did it so mom wouldn't know he kept her. Mom
said she had thrown a fit when he bought Beany because he was all the time
flying around in Midge instead of playing with me. I don't remember Midge at
all, just Beany.
Since I can't fly two of them at once, and I know you love flying Beany
almost as much as I do, I just had to give her to you. And it is the least I
could do after changing my life. Dicky (I call him that sometimes) and mom send
their thanks too. You will have to explain it to me sometime how Larry knows he
never actually spoke to his dad, but still feels like he did.
As you can see, Midge's engine needs some work, and I sent along a list of
places where I get parts for Beany. If you need some help with her, let me
know.
Go get'em, Tiger
Love,
Holly Marie Strodmyer-Quinn
PS
If you have Midge up and running by May, let's get the two girls together and
have a little race. Then maybe afterwards, we can break your trailer in.
-----------------
"Wow. Mom? Meet Midge.... Oh MAN! I just can't believe it!" I said hopping
in place.
"Goodness, Tim. You haven't hopped up and down like that since you were little.
I just hope my present interests you after this."
"Huh? Mom, you already gave me your present. And it was better than getting
Midge. Uhm, but I can open yours now if you want and we can..."
"No sir," she said with a smile. "You have to wait until you eat your dinner.
You know the rules.."
I sighed and said, "Yeah, I know the rules." Then I brightened up and I looked
back at Midge. I started jumping up and down again saying, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh
BOOYY!" just like I used to, getting a laugh out of my mom.
After she went back inside, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news.
Suzi was happy for me, but just didn't get excited like I thought she would.
Joey got really excited at first, but then he found out it was only a one
seater, and his enthusiasm dropped quite a bit. He even was a little hesitant
about agreeing to help me get Midge running.
Joey and his dad were still working on the Mustang every moment they could. But
Joey knew I couldn't do it without him, and they were almost finished with the
car. The engine was running the week after they got her, but they insisted it
sounded sick and they have been tuning it up ever since. I personally think
they just love working on it, and I'm sure they will never be so satisfied by
its performance that they say it doesn't need more work.
In fact, Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him.
Their Oldsmobile hadn't been in the garage since the Mustang was dropped off,
and before I closed the connection with Joey, his mom came in the garage to cuss
them out because they still hadn't shoveled the driveway or cleared the snow off
the Olds.
Suzi and I actually got on the phone so she didn't look like she was spacing out
while we communicated. We spent almost an hour talking about nothing as I
watched the twins hit that damn ping pong ball back and forth. Suzi had been
bored stiff, claiming if her brother wasn't away at college, at least she would
have someone to suck on. Yes, she was joking.
After I got off the phone with her, I too found myself a little bored. I wanted
to go out and play in the snow, but the twins hated cold weather, and snow just
didn't excite them. The last time it snowed, I had actually convinced them to
come out and try to play in it.
I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snow man. As it turned
out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snow balls to their
satisfaction, lifting them up on top of each other, then rerolling the head
after I dropped the first one. And then all they did was spend five minutes
making the most amazingly real looking snow cock and balls, and ten minutes
later, Frosty got his first, and last, blow job. Two hot mouths like that make
short work of a dick made out of snow. But you know? I could have sworn his
smile was bigger than when I had stuck those rocks in his face.
So today I didn't bother ask the twins to come out. I just put my winter coat
and gloves on, went out to the storage shed, and started up the tractor with the
plow on front. I swear, I'll never use a shovel again. Especially not after I
inherited almost a quarter mile stretch of driveway. Even with the tractor, it
still took me three hours to plow the whole drive.
I moaned when I pulled up in front of the house where the twins stood in their
snow bunny outfits. I spent the next hour rolling up, no, not three, but six
large snowballs, three for each twin. They had fought over the last one, so
they insisted they each got their own this time.
Once the two snowmen's bodies were stacked, I went inside and collapsed in front
of the fire place. One of the maids brought me some hot chocolate, and I
suddenly was in a rather selfish mood. My mom was working in her office
upstairs, and I didn't expect her to be down until dinner. So as the maid
helped me undress, I gathered the few other hired help, and for the first time
since moving in, I took advantage of my servant's servitude.
I looked them over, and quickly picked Fanny and sent the others away.
"Fanny, how long has it been since you served your master sexually?" I asked as
I stretched out nude on the sofa.
"Three long months, master. Not since you asked me to be your maid. I've longed
to touch your cock ever since I saw you that first day. Please, may I feel it?"
she said, licking her lips nervously.
"Wouldn't you rather suck it?"
"Oh, yes master. I crave to taste your hot cock. I want to feel you fuck my
slutty mouth, and use me like the fuck toy I am."
"Then suck it, bitch," I said.
I almost gasped when she took it all the way into her throat immediately, but I
managed to stay silent. For some reason I didn't want to give her the
satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying her actions.
But then I looked down at her as she attempted to tongue my balls while holding
my cock in her throat. Her desperate need to please me was both extremely
erotic and heart breaking at the same time.
Stuck between my moral conscience and my lust, I did the only thing I could do.
I moaned my head off, giving her probably one of my best performances in my
life. And somewhere in pretending I was being taken to the brink of Eden, I
suddenly lost myself in my own pleasure. She very willingly allowed me to take
her head in my hands and fuck her mouth and throat in an almost savage and
brutal manner.
And when I came, I somehow had enough sense to let her go so she could taste it
all before swallowing it down.
I was shaking by the time I had come to my senses, and I immediately ordered her
to stop. She complied with my order, but only because she had no choice. And
she didn't try to hide the wet spot starting to show through her maid's uniform,
something that wasn't supposed to happen unless we say.
"Fanny, did you really like that? I mean... You're so horny I can't believe you
can stand still."
"I live to please my masters. My own wishes don't matter."
"Fanny, for now on they do. You are no longer just a mindless toy. You are a
woman with needs and feelings for yourself. Fanny, what is it that you want?"
"I... I don't... I want you!" she said, throwing her body on top of mine. Her
tongue forced itself inside my mouth, and began almost raping it.
As Fanny's wet clothed crotch humped my hardening member, I examined Fanny's
mind to find out what was going on.
Part of my father's conditioning of his slave's minds had been to increase the
sexual desires. My father felt it was important for the slaves to have sex at
least once a week as a payment for their servitude. But unless they were
instructed to do so, they would never initiate the sex with anyone.
After becoming part of my staff, Fanny moved out of my father's mansion and got
her own place to live. I wanted to give her a life separate from her job as a
maid. But I had been negligent on completing my promise to do this, and I found
the result disturbing. Fanny had taken up fantasizing about the sex she needed
to have. I was at the center of that fantasy, becoming the object of her sexual
desires.
My attention was sharply diverted to her attempts to fuck me with her clothes
still on had actually succeeded. My cry of pain as the head of my dick tore
through the black cloth was followed by her own cry of pleasure. She humped my
burning dick shouting, "MASTER! OH MASTER!" driving my own lust back up despite
my wounded member.
I swear there was a flash of light when her burrowing fingers suddenly
penetrated my ass. And all I could do was lay there as her tongue had again
swarmed into my mouth and her fingers pulled my ass open wider. I finally
couldn't take the one way stimulation anymore and drove my hands to her flopping
breasts.
But I wanted her ass. That's what I wanted. I would not settle for less.
So, I too sent my fingers burrowing. Fanny became quite passive as I stimulated
her rose with my index fingers, slowly pulling her forwards into the butt fuck
position. Then I nearly shot my load when she jerked herself backwards so hard
all four fingers of my left hand sank inside her to the knuckles.
Only the memory of Nicky's shit covered arm stopped me from going inside any
further. It was a very strange sensation, finding myself holding her ass from
the inside. I played with her like that, her moans and gasps getting me hotter
as she wiggled the hot glove on my hand. And when I started getting tired of
that, I tried on the other glove.
Once I had worked my four fingers of my right hand inside her slippery cunt, she
fell flat on her back from the massive orgasm flowing through her sweat covered
body.
I grimaced when I realized what was being pressed up against the back of my left
hand. I pulled my hand out of her ass so fast it slapped me in the face, giving
me a good whiff of the piece of shit had been trying to get past my hand.
My other hand followed the first when I noticed she had the lump of crap halfway
out. I don't think I've ever run to the bathroom so fast or scrubbed my hand so
hard. And it still smelled like shit for the rest of the day.
Fanny had passed out after her orgasm had finally passed. I helped one of the
other maids move her to a bedroom and clean up the mess before sitting back down
and relaxing.
I felt extremely tired as I sat in the living room, staring out the window,
watching the snow begin to fall again. Something about the falling snow made me
think of Penny and her mom. I kept seeing Carol's face in the patterns of the
wisping snow.
I'm not sure if I somehow hypnotized myself, or just fell asleep with my eyes
open. I just remember suddenly realizing that the face I was staring at wasn't
one I recognized.
The jerk my body made when I came to my senses startled the person who had been
looking in at me. Luckily I had put some clothes on after getting chilled from
sitting at the window like that. The stranger had been trying to determine
whether I had been real or some kind of life like dummy.
I was ready to leave the window to find something to eat when I realized that
having someone on the grounds whom I didn't know was rather odd. I mean, it
wasn't like the old house where the side walk as only a couple of yards from the
front door. Whoever it was was purposely trespassing.
I scanned the strangers mind and found he was having car troubles and had
already walked a mile or two before finding our plowed drive. The twenty year
old man almost decided to leave, but his feet were wet and numb, and he wasn't
even sure if there was anywhere else to go.
"Hey! Do you need help or something?" I called out the front door. He yelled a
positive response of some kind, and hurried towards me.
"My car broke down," he said when he reached the base of the steps. "Can I use
your phone?"
"You could if it was working," I said smiling. "Come on. You look like you
could use a fire. We have a radio we can use to send someone a message if you
need to."
When he finally reached the top of the heated marble steps, he replied with
chattering teeth, "Nobody is expecting me. I just needed to call a tow."
"I doubt you're gonna get anyone out here in this weather," I said leading him
inside. "Looks like you may be spending the night. We have plenty of room."
"Uhm, well... Thanks for offering, but I don't want to impose," he said between
chattering fits.
"You're not imposing, you're freezing. You'll be lucky if you don't catch
pneumonia.
"Kelly.." I called.
The native American woman appeared from around a corner by the west hall and
anxiously said, "Yes... sir?"
"Show Mr... er.."
"Mitchell, Brian Mitchell," the stranger offered.
"Show Mr. Mitchell to one of the guest bedrooms and prepare a lukewarm bath for
him."
"Thanks, but ..." he said as Kelly waited for him to follow. His eyes were
taking in her figure and somewhat skimpy clothing, making the little sex pervert
inside of him talk the big overbearing conscience into accepting my kind offer.
"But what?" I said.
"But.. What's your name?"
"Tim. Tim Brandton."
"Tim... Okay, but what do I wear afterwards?"
"I'll bring you something in a minute. Now go before your teeth shatter."
While I went to grab a robe and some slippers, I scanned his mind a little more
thoroughly. Brian had been orphaned when he was eleven and had been under the
state's care until he turned eighteen. He was working his way through college,
and was feeling a bit burned out. He had lost his virginity when he was
sixteen, and hadn't had any since. His grades were down and his morale was low,
mostly because his life seemed empty. He didn't know what he wanted to be, and
he was too busy, tired, and shy to ask a girl out on a date. Graduation looked
so far away... He simply couldn't find anything to look forward to.
But he had one large quality I liked. He was a romantic. He didn't care as
much about getting his dick wet as finding someone to love and take care of.
His heart ached for the day some woman would find him special, but he didn't
think there was anything about him for a girl to find special.
When I arrived at the bathroom, I found Kelly standing with her back to the tub
that Brian had just finished lowering himself into. His eyes were locked onto
her backside, and I could tell he was having quite a fantasy about her.
"Why did you make her do that when you still have your underwear on?" I asked.
"I, uhh... You know.." he said getting embarrassed.
"Oh.. Kelly, Brian has a huge hard on from watching your ass," I said, watching
him turn bright red. But his embarrassment turned to surprise when Kelly turned
around with a hungry look on her face.
"Uhm..." he said, not able to think straight.
I admired the way he was fighting the urge to jump out and rip her clothes off
by imagining how loving she would be like as a mother. His sense of right and
wrong was deeply enforced by the passing away of his parents, always trying to
be the good son they wanted. He had never forgiven himself for his moment of
weakness when the volunteer had seduced him into having sex.
He desperately wanted to find a woman whom he could love and protect, and to
find his life's purpose with her help.
I nearly shouted when my idea came to me.
"Kelly, would you please go wake Fanny and bring her back with you?"
"Yes, sir," she said with a small amount of disappointment.
"Mind if I join you?" I said, stripping off my jeans and shirt.
He looked at me a little nervously, then honestly said, "I'd rather if you
didn't."
"Too bad. It's my tub, and it's big enough for twelve people. Well, that's
what the ad said. I've never actually tried more than seven. Oh wait.. The
twins joined in later, so I guess that it was nine," I said pulling the last
sock off.
I could tell he was a little relieved when my dick had stayed limp, but he still
wasn't sure about my intentions. He started to seriously believe I was gay, and
that I was about to try something.
"Where were you going when your car gave up on you?" I asked after I had settled
in.
"I don't know. I just felt like driving, but didn't have anywhere to go."
"Okay.. Then were are you from?"
"Seattle."
"SEATTLE!" I cried. "That's like halfway across the country!"
"Like I said. I didn't have anywhere to go. You got a nice place here. Your
dad like governor or something?"
"He's kinda good at business deals... Hey, do you believe in love at first
sight?"
Brian looked at me with that nervous look again, then said, "Why?"
"Just wondering..." I replied as Fanny and Tina entered. Fanny was still nude
from our round earlier, making Brian's eyes go big and round.
"Brian, this..." I said, standing up and helping Fanny as she got into the tub.
"is Fanny... She's the person you were looking for."
"Huh?" he said, tearing his eyes off her to look a me. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You didn't drive aimlessly across the country without
having a reason. You were looking for someone to love and give your soul to.
Well, Fanny needs someone to love her and fuck her. I'm not going into the
details, but tomorrow morning when you leave, Fanny will be going with you."
"Look, are you trying to play some sick joke?" Brian said.
"Fanny, look at me," I said.
Her eyes held confusion, just with a touch of desire. I carefully began undoing
the carefully constructed commands my father had used to enslave her, and after
five minutes of intense concentration, I broke the connection.
Fanny fell forward, splashing into the water. For a moment I thought she was
going to drown, but then her arms went around my waist and her face submerged to
hug my stomach. She was crying senselessly, finding her life suddenly without
the purpose she had the moment before.
"What the fuck did you do to her," Brian said.
"None of your fuckin' business. All you need to know is she needs someone to
make her happy. And that someone is going to be you."
"No..." she cried... "Master... I love you... Please don't give me away?...."
I pulled her up to her feet and planted a small kiss on her chin.
"My name is Tim," I said firmly to her pleading face. "Remember when you made it
to the other side of the wall? You expected someone to walk right up to you and
ask you to marry him. Remember? Well, he probably won't ask you to marry you
just like that, but he needs you like you needed someone back then.
"That's why everything you feel for me, you now feel for him," I commanded.
The look on her face gave me chill as she stiffened and moved away. I almost
canceled the command, finding giving her up was a lot harder than I had thought.
"Look, er, Fanny.. I don't know what he's done to you but.... HEY! Stop that!"
Brian cried when Fanny's hands went down his wet underwear.
I got out of the tub at that point and ignored what they were saying to each
other. I knew Fanny would probably try fucking him all night, but somehow I
doubted she would get the chance, at least that night. But I knew he couldn't
resist her desperate need for him to love her.
"Master?" Kelly asked as we walked out together.
Yeah?"
"Will Fanny be happy?"
"I think so," I said, running my eyes up and down her body. "You know, Brian
was right about you.."
"Master?"
"You're like sex waiting to happen," I said, rubbing her ass with my hand.
Kelly's legs gave out from under her, nearly passing out with the concept that I
was suggesting sex with her. Unlike Fanny, Kelly hadn't taken up fantasizing
about me or anyone else. She simply withstood the agony of not having the sex
her conditioned mind demanded she needed, and now was so desperate she couldn't
even stay on her knees very long.
Kelly laid down on the floor, spreading her legs in the most sexual suggesting
way she could manage. Her eyes begged me while her nipples visibly hardened,
making my dick start to go hard again.
There was something about her breasts that made my mouth water. I decided to go
ahead and fulfill my duties as her master, sinking down to the floor and easily
removing the cloth confining her large perfect breasts.
Kelly's mammaries were firmer than any others I had sampled. But her nipples
were the absolute highlight of her tits. The teats were so large, they reminded
me of miniature penises from the way they hardened and stuck out straight.
A long-lost memory resurfaced as I nibbled and sucked on the delightful nipples.
Their large size was almost exactly the same size as I faintly remembered my
mother's nipples felt when she had breast fed me. Buried instincts came back to
me as I nursed on the moaning woman's teats. Kelly orgasmed the moment the urge
to bite down on her with my gums made me use my now teeth-filled mouth on her.
When I realized her mind interpreted the pain as intense sexual pleasure, I
continued to chew her nipples while trying not to damage them. But I was
focused on making her moans louder as I sucked, and didn't realize how rough I
was getting. I was also finding it increasingly pleasurable to suck harder
while using my lip covered teeth on the areola. So when I had a surge of
wetness enter my mouth from her teat, I greedily fed on it as she reached her
third orgasm.
To my horror, I found the fluid I was sucking out of her breast was in fact from
a puncture in her skin just below her areola. I suppose I had let my high
arousal overwhelm me to where I hadn't recognized the taste of blood. It wasn't
a serious wound, however, and once the shock was over, I was still very aroused
and ready to move on to her ass.
Kelly was only too willing to roll over and put her ass in the air. I slipped
my prick between her legs and lubed its head with the juices dripping from her
puffy slit. She wiggled with pleasure from the touch of my cock's head, then
begged me to fuck her and fill her with my spunk. I was happy to comply, and
quickly entered her winking back door.
What a let-down. Her ass was looser than a wet grocery bag. And even though
she tried very hard to clamp down on me, it just wasn't what I had expected, and
only continued my pumping because of her lovely moaning. I came in her ass
after ten minutes of building my arousal back up, then got right up and headed
straight for my bed room.
I went to bed early on my sixteenth birthday. My dick simply couldn't take any
more.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality
(mc, mf, mfm, oral mm)
LeAnne White probably had the highest IQ of anyone attending my high school for
the four years I went there. She had so many scholarships offered to her and
universities sending her their literature, she had to get a PO Box just so her
parents didn't have to spend twenty minutes every morning going through their
mail. Okay, so she couldn't have had that much mail, but that's the reason her
younger sister told everyone.
LeAnne was very active in school activities, including the yearbook staff, class
treasurer, played every woodwind instrument in the band, and also played tennis
year round. She practically made all the class president's decisions for him,
making her position as class treasurer only a technicality. The class president
election was always a popularity contest, something which she had no desire or
chance to win. But as treasurer... hell, no one even ran against her the past
two years. People figured that if the treasurer had brains, the money would
stretch further. And everyone knew who had the most brains.
With all her scholastic success and activities, LeAnne hadn't seen any need for
a social life. Ask any guy at the time what they thought their chances were of
getting a date with her. If they hadn't of slugged you for making such a
request, they most likely would have laughed in your face. The key to knowing
what LeAnne was like as a person was to understand that anything that even
appeared to be sexual in nature was simply below her level of interests. She
had as much interest in going to a dance as she had to go and tease a pitbull in
the nude. In other words, she was a prude.
So you could imagine my surprise when LeAnne requested to see me about a
personal matter. She had been one of the people Joey and I had implanted the
suggestion to contact one of us if they had a desperate need for help and was
willing to trade it for something most likely sexual in nature.
"I have often wondered what kind of research you do in order to gain such
privileges such as your own private room. I know you have done a lot in
tutoring people, but this," she said standing in the middle of our room, "seems
a bit much for a limited tutor as yourself."
"Limited, eh?" I said before deciding to let it pass.
The few times I had needed to talk to LeAnne (which had resulted in 'convincing'
her everything I was doing was on the up and up), I had learned she had a very
high opinion of herself, but she wasn't consciously aware of her demeaning
statements.
"Limited in the sense that you are only a Sophomore," she logically reasoned out
loud. "You couldn't tutor Junior or Senior level classes, and certainly not in
the highest difficulty of classes that I am taking."
"You might be surprised, but then you're not here for help in classwork, are
you. So, what is it that LeAnne the Great needs from a lowly Sophomore such as
myself?"
"Hmm.. Good question. I'm not sure even why I asked to talk to you..." she said
as she attempted to analyze the compulsion triggered from the implanted
commands.
"Well.. Has something been bothering you that...." I stopped as I felt an
intense wave of... loneliness come from her. It only lasted a moment before she
took a hold of herself and stomped her feelings back down with pure will power.
My shocked expression startled her. I was about to tell her I thought I knew
what she wanted to talk to me about when she said, "I'm sorry for bothering
you," and walked out the door.
Even with my telepathic and empathic senses, I had a difficult time uncovering
the cause of her deeply buried and tightly controlled feelings. It wasn't until
my lock on her mind started to break up that I noticed her minor slip up had
triggered an avalanche. She was driving home thinking about ending her
loneliness the quickest and least painful way.
When I felt her change course to head for a very dangerous road she knew, I lost
my grip on her mind and couldn't get her back.
I considered my options, then ran out to my two-day-old shiny red Formula. If I
hadn't been on a mission of mercy, I would have thoroughly enjoyed my first use
of the high speed driving skills I had lifted. And after having to divert the
attention of two different police cars and honking my horn a lot, I got the idea
of getting some emergency lights and a siren in case I had to do that again.
I loved that car. It was so sweet to drive 90mph in the 35 zones as I blanketed
the road ahead of me to make everyone pull over. Even with my precautions, I
nearly had an accident when I misjudged a turn and almost sideswiped a car on
the shoulder.
Not only had I beat LeAnne to her intended crash site, I had passed her up on
the way, finding the commands for her to pull over just canceling themselves
when I found her mind.
Gwen, one of my Golden Girl slaves, lived just down the road from where we had
ended up at, and Julie's wasn't much further away. I commanded LeAnne to meet
me at Gwen's, then a few minutes later had to change that to Julie's when I
found no one at Gwen's home.
Julie was both extremely excited and a bit embarrassed when she found me on her
door step. But when she recognized LeAnne walking up in a semi dazed state, all
she could say was, "Her?"
"I didn't pick her. She came to me, but chickened out before telling me
anything. She would have kissed a big oak tree through her windshield if I
hadn't stopped her. Would it be all right if I sort her out here?"
"Uhm, sure.. I guess.." Julie said hesitantly. There was something bothering
her, and I didn't catch on until I felt a presence I recognized when we
approached her room.
"Oh.. Hey Julie?" I said as she reached to open her door. "I can just take her
back to school. I didn't mean to stop the fun you and Ben were planning."
Julie went red, then opened the door wide. Ben was laying on her bed nude while
another guy I didn't know started to pull his pants on in a hurry.
Ben was about to apologize when I glanced back over at Julie for a second, then
gave him a little smile with a quick raising of the eyebrows to let him know I
wholeheartedly approved.
Then I glanced over at the guy pulling his shirt on and said, "So who's your
friend?"
"Greg, everything's cool," Ben said. "Tim, this is my cousin Greg. Greg, this
is my ma.. my friend Tim."
"Hi," Greg said a little too loudly. He was extremely nervous, and not just
because we had caught him naked. He feared we had seen something that would
have given away his lust for his cousin's body. Greg was so nervous that he was
starting to sweat bullets. If it hadn't been for Julie sitting down beside Ben
to start stroking him, Greg would have probably left.
"LeAnne, come in here please?" I called.
"Shit. What's she doing here?" Ben asked sitting up.
"Greg, why don't you go count the number of hairs on your nut sack and ignore
everything we say until I tell you to stop. Then again you didn't have that
much hair.. Uhm, instead of counting them, just try and keep them from touching
each other," I said.
As I explained the situation, Julie put Ben back down on his back and started
sucking him slowly. By the time I had finished, Ben was a bit glossy eyed, and
hadn't quite processed everything I had said near the end. And I had lost my
train of thought for a moment when my roaming eyes had locked onto Julie's
jeaned ass sticking up.
Julie pulled off of Ben's dick with a pop and said, "So what are you going to
do? Give her a social life?"
"I don't know. If I forced a normal social life on her, she would have a tough
time getting around her belief that everything she did was being motivated by a
primitive mating ritual. Unless I remove that, she would probably end up
suicidal again. A lot of her personality is based on that belief, so unless I
want to change her into someone else.."
"Why don't you ask her?" Ben said before grabbing Julie and pulling her on top
of him. "She is the brain of the school."
"Ask her what? She's been trying to figure it out for herself for months now.
She doesn't have a clue what she's missing in life, so she doesn't..."
I paused when an idea came to me while Ben and Julie started to make out.
"LeAnne, how does seeing Ben and Julie kiss like that make you feel?" I asked.
"Like I'm watching a national geographic special on gorillas," she responded
"Doesn't it stir anything inside you? Haven't you ever wanted to kiss someone
like that?"
"No," she said very quickly. "I've never kissed anyone, and don't intend to."
"Shit. You've never even given your mom or dad a kiss on the cheek. No wonder
you don't have a clue what's wrong with you."
Julie's shirt flew past my face, and once I saw they were really starting to get
into it, I felt guilty about Greg missing out.
"Hey, if you two are going to keep going like that, maybe Greg should... GREG!?
Don't pull them out, dude! I just meant straighten.. Oh never mind."
I turned back to the couple on the bed and said, "Ben, did you know he's gots
the hots for you?"
"Huh?" Ben said breathing hard. "Yeah, I kinda guessed that."
"That's why we invited him to join us." Julie said as she raised her hips so Ben
could slip her pants down.
"We thought Suzi might like him," Ben said. "And I know he's clean and
everything. Depending on how he did today, we were gonna talk to you about
maybe... you know."
After sucking and fucking Janos and Kyle whenever Suzi had wished, Ben had
pretty much accepted bisexual sex and had enjoyed the last couple of sessions
with Suzi. When he realized his younger cousin was spending a lot more time at
his house and seemed to be looking at him more than was normal, he suspected his
little talk and demonstration about jerking off last year had made more of an
impact than he thought.
Ben had started mentioning more sexual topics, getting eager responses from his
freshman cousin. But because he couldn't know for sure if Greg was an
interested bi or a straight with a innocent reason for the wandering eyes, Ben
had kept his desires focused on Julie for the time being. But he was hoping his
cousin would join them in their sexual play, and even sometimes considered
having a twosome with him someday.
As I examined Greg's mind, I had the distinct feeling that whatever happened
that day would most likely affect the rest of his life. He wanted sexual
guidance from his older cousin more than sexual intercourse.
Ben and Julie had been working towards having sex with him for the past four
days. They had gone out to the movies where Ben and Julie had necked in his
presence for a while. The next day, Ben offered Greg a lift home from school.
Greg had been a little disappointed when Julie walked up to Ben for a kiss and
got in the front seat of the car before Greg could.
Greg pretended he didn't notice when Julie's hand had slipped over to Ben's
crotch. But he didn't expect the response Ben gave.
"Shit, Julie... I'm driving here. Why don't you go in the back and blow Greg
if you're that horny. I'm sure he won't mind, will you Greg?"
Julie gave Greg one of her "I'm game" smiles and raised an eyebrow to ask Greg's
permission.
"Uhm, I uh..." Greg stalled.
"I promise I won't bite," Julie had said humorously as she crawled into the back
seat.
Julie had given him his first blowjob in the back of Ben's car parked in the
back lot of a church. Julie had never experienced an uncut dick before, and Ben
couldn't resist pulling over and watching her do it when her mmmms sounded
different than when she had sucked him. Once Greg had blown, Julie gave Ben a
quickie, then commented how similar their cum had tasted. Greg and Ben had
given each other a look that made them each wonder if the other had just
imagined the same thing.
Ben asked him over to Julie's house the following morning, and Greg had
hesitantly accepted. Julie gave Greg another blowjob after school in Ben's car
again, then gave him another in her bedroom after he had watched Ben and Julie
fuck.
There wasn't any hesitation when Ben had asked him over again that morning, and
just before I had interrupted them, Ben had worked Greg's confidence up enough
to strip while Julie went to get rid of whoever was at the door. If I hadn't
interrupted them, Greg would had been in the midst of losing his virginity with
Julie.
I felt a little disturbed by their attempt in seducing Greg, especially when he
was still a virgin. But I knew I had no business enforcing my own personal
beliefs in situations except when involving my powers or myself, and I could
only think of one valid concern there.
By the time I had finished my probing and had worked all that out, Julie was on
top of Ben fucking like a rabbit, but sounding like a herd of horny cattle.
Because I had put Greg and LeAnne in a dreamstate, they had moved their
attention to the action on Julie's bed. I frowned when I found LeAnne thinking
of Julie in terms of a bitch in heat, viewing the scene as if someone had let
the gate open and a stray dog had found it's way in. She considered the use of
sex for anything other than reproduction to be a remaining animal trait. A
trait she believed she didn't have.
Greg on the other hand was not so closed minded. He very much wanted to join in
on the action, but being in the dreamstate prevented him from doing so. But
then I also felt that if my commands hadn't restrained him, I was pretty sure he
wouldn't have acted on his desires unless one of the other two invited him to
join them, and even then he might not have.
Like I said, Greg wanted Ben's guidance. He had absolutely no idea what would
be acceptable to him and what wasn't. He had been a bit worried about his
attraction to his older cousin, but when Julie had given his first blow job, he
knew he wasn't gay, and figured he would just let Ben initiate any sexual
activity between them if Ben was that way. Greg was letting Ben decide whether
he would be bisexual or straight, wanting to be whatever Ben was. Hell, I
think if Ben had been gay, Greg would have given up women all together. But
then maybe not.
I nearly missed the climax when Ben came without Julie. But it was Julie's
fault since she had unmounted him and had him shoot all over her chest and
mouth. After the last spurt, Julie laid down next to him and smeared his cum
around with a finger before tasting it, then stirred it up again and pressed it
up to his lips.
Ben's tongue came out from it's hiding place to taste his own seed, then
proceeded to pull her finger in and suck on it like an infant. Julie lead him
by the finger to her left breast which he naturally transferred his sucking to.
His right hand went down to her cunt to frig, while his mouth worked to cleaning
his spunk up while waxing her skin with his spit.
I suddenly felt a surge in LeAnne's despair after Ben finished cleaning Julie up
and the pair had moved into a loving embrace. Ben's and Julie's exchange of
affection had triggered a battle between her mind and emotions. She had
categorized all interactions between people into two groups. Intellectual and
sexual. So if there wasn't any intellectual purpose in doing something with
someone else, she simply wasn't interested. With all her intelligence and
knowledge, she had made a mistake in a matter so elemental to the rest of us
that it bordered on stupidity.
Friendship and love to her were simply tools for finding a mate. Since she
wasn't interested in having a child yet, she considered her moments of
loneliness just another sexual related drive that she could repress. But I knew
that her error would destroy her if she wasn't helped to see it.
I had absolutely no intention of doing anything sexual with her. I respected
her personal views, however ridiculous they seemed to me, and decided the best
way to help her was to give her a demonstration of how bonds with other people
were not necessarily sexual, just necessary. I decided that tomorrow I would
become her best friend.
I sent her home in a slight trance that didn't break until she was studying in
her room, remembering only that she had gone home straight from school.
Once her car was out of sight, I sat down beside Julie on her bed, then took a
moment to look at my two sleepy slaves.
"I'm glad you two have become close like this, and don't mind you including
others in your fun as long as you're being careful. I know you only meant well
thinking we would like you to find others to make slaves. But the fact is, we
don't want to you to find them for us. Don't get me wrong. Suzi would probably
be tickled pink by Greg. But she wouldn't enslave someone as innocent as Greg
is, and we definitely do not want anyone to lose their innocence just so she
could use him as a toy."
"But it isn't like that," Julie said a little darkly. "He's not as innocent as
he seems."
"I know that. You don't understand. It isn't that he's not ready for sex, it's
just that... Well, he's not ready to decide what kind of sex he wants. He's
depending entirely on what Ben does and says just so he doesn't have to make
those kind of decisions about himself.
"Ben, you need to talk to him about this stuff before you two go and do it with
him.
He's like totally depending on you to decide what's right and wrong for him. If
you're not careful, you could really screw him up."
"Talk to him? How? I mean, how do you tell your cousin you think you want to
fuck around with him, but you're not really sure? You say he's depending on me
to tell him what sex he should like, right? I've been asking myself the same
question ever since I met you, and I still don't know the answer. You expect me
to figure it out for him when I can't even do it for myself?"
"No," I said marching Greg over to the bed. "I think you should just level with
him and tell him what you just told me, then maybe you both can figure it out
together. He's never seriously considered anything beyond exchanging blow jobs
with you, but he has jerked off thinking of anal sex a few times before he met
Julie," I said as I brushed Greg's hard dick against Julie's thigh.
"I can't tell for sure what would be best for him, but I think he would go
straight pretty easily with Julie around. If you think you wouldn't regret it
later, that would be the safest thing to do."
"Fuck. If I hadn't taken pity on him when I caught him humping that pillow, I
wouldn't have to worry about messing his life up. I just wish I knew if I'd be
happy doing it with another guy on my own... Hey Tim, how come you never had me
do anything with you? Even Joey had me blow him once."
"He did? I didn't know that... To tell you the truth, I almost did one time,
but you weren't sure if you could get comfortable about doing that kind of stuff
back then. Hell, until today, I still thought you were still totally straight.
I didn't want to do something you truly didn't want to do."
I knew what he was thinking without even peeking in his head, but I waited for
him to say it out loud.
"Would it be okay... If I tried it without being a slave?"
"As long as you understand I won't be returning the favor. I don't suck dicks."
"Yeah, I know," he said with a look of uncertainty while he reached over Julie
and felt the lump in my pants.
"Wow," he said a minute later as Julie got up so I could lay down in her spot.
"What?" Julie asked.
"It's just that... When Suzi had me do this stuff, it got me excited. I always
thought it was something Tim did to make me feel good while I was in slave
mode.. Shit. I can't believe I'm doing this," Ben said as he lowered his face
into the crotch of my jeans and took a deep breath.
"You know who should be here?" Julie said from the foot of the bed.
"Who?" I replied as Ben nuzzled my crotch.
"Suzi. She would absolutely die to see this."
Ben looked up and we both stared at Julie knowing how true her words were. It
was no secret that Suzi fancied Ben more than the others because of his likeness
to me, and that she had a thing for two guys fooling around.
"Well," Ben sighed, "I guess I know my answer anyway."
I looked in his eyes and felt that familiar feeling pass between us. A mutual
feeling of curiosity and excitement drew our faces closer until we both closed
our eyes and let our lips meet.
My own excitement diminished rapidly once we had made contact, but Ben's
actually increased to where he pushed me on my back and sent his right hand to
my crotch again. Ben's hand had made its way into my pants before Suzi's face
flashed in my mind and brought me to my senses.
I quickly cooled Ben's fires, then noticed Julie's fires were aglow themselves.
One little raising of the eyebrow was all it took to get Julie to wrap her nice
ass around my raging hardon.
As I started my pumping, an idea came to me.
"Ben, lay down and get that thing hard again. Julie, you feel like getting all
three of your holes plugged?"
"OH GOD... YES! FUCK YES! YES! YES! OHHHH! YES!"
As Julie got comfortable (heh) on top of Ben, I edited Greg's memories so he
thought I was just another of Julie's boyfriends and prepared him for what was
to come.
If there was one thing I loved more than Julie's ass, it was Julie's mouth. GOD
she was loud while Ben and I fucked her. And her mmmm's when Greg fed her his
dick made everything that much more erotic. Julie always could drive me nuts
with her moans.
Julie's heat had been so high that she came before any of us. Her orgasm
shuddered through her and caused her anus to tighten its grip. My own orgasm
peaked at that point, spurting my cum into her clasping ass.
I rolled off onto the floor and laid there catching my breath and enjoying my
post cum high. My mind drifted a little and I almost missed an "Erp" from Greg
and a louder than normal gasp from Julie.
Julie sat up and was staring at Ben's face. I couldn't see what was going on,
but when I heard the slurping sound, I sat up myself and looked.
Apparently Julie had spit Greg's dick out without finishing the job, and in a
rush of horniness, Ben had taken up the duty himself. The look on Greg's face
had been a mixture of surprise and a relieved happiness, but that was washed
away by the lust he was feeling. The look in his eyes when he pointed them at
Julie's told her to get out of the way.
As soon as Julie got off Ben, Greg laid down on top of Ben and didn't even
hesitate to fit the tip of the large dick in his mouth. Julie and I just stood
there dumbfounded, watching Ben grasp Greg's ass to raise and lower Greg's dick
into his mouth in a humping motion while stimulating Greg's rose with a thumb.
Ben's thumb made short work of Greg's rising orgasm. When Greg lost control and
tried to hump madly, Ben easily held him off while going to town with his
sucking.
Greg made squeaking noises as he reached his peak and came in jerky motions.
Ben found his mouth being flooded by spunk, but decided he didn't really care
for it all that much. But he gulped it all down anyway, then did the best he
could to get whatever had overflowed.
Greg had forgotten Ben's dick while he had cum, but while Ben used his tongue to
clean up around the base of his dick, Greg decided he would do whatever it took
to make Ben cum in his mouth.
Ben was just starting to come out of his daze of horniness when he was thrusted
back into it with a surge of activity from Greg's tongue and a surge of blood to
Greg's rehardening dick. So Ben started his own tonguing and used his thumb
again, bringing Greg to a second orgasm quicker than the first time.
Determined to at least get Ben off once, Greg redoubled his efforts and forced
Ben's dick in all the way. Finding this too uncomfortable to maintain, he then
took Ben's dick out all together and sloppily licked Ben's balls and shaft.
When he felt Ben's thumb against his anus again, he instantly forced his hand
under Ben's ass and started stimulating it with two fingers.
Ben stopped his own efforts to bring Greg to a third orgasm, finding the effort
to much to think about with the waves of pleasure shooting up his body from his
ass. He spread his legs apart, then instinctively raised his knees to give Greg
better access.
Greg wasn't sure what to do when Ben's rose relaxed and one of his fingers
started to go in. But during his hesitation, Ben's balls had retracted, telling
Greg they were ready to shoot.
So Greg did the only thing he could think of. He released Ben's captive
testicle and sucked his dick back into his mouth before pushing the finger in.
Ben's body stiffened with a moan, then have a few involuntary thrusts that
nearly made Greg gag. But he was rewarded with his first taste of Ben's sperm,
finding it well worth the wait and trouble, knowing he wanted to taste it again
and again.
It was a few minutes before Ben realized his cousin was trying to get him off
again. I felt his regret about losing control, then his guilt for taking
advantage of his younger cousin. He glanced over at me with a pleading look,
then frowned when he saw I wasn't going to do anything.
"Greg, stop being such a faggot and sit up," Ben said still frowning. "And wipe
that cum off your chin."
The faggot remark had hurt, but it also had its intended effect of sobering Greg
up.
Ben pointed his frown back at me as Greg got off and quickly gathered his
clothes.
"How do I know you didn't make that happen?" Ben said coldly. "It felt like
something Suzi would have me do."
My shocked expression wiped the frown off his face, but it returned when I said,
"If I had, I would be butt fucking one of you while the other did me right about
now."
"And who said we won't?"
"Look, Ben. I don't like what you're suggesting. I haven't done anything to
your true self except make you unable to tell anybody about this shit. And as
far as Greg goes, you're the one who took it this far, even after I warned you
about it."
"Fuck you, Tim. It wouldn't be any trouble to make Greg forget all this, but
you won't, will you. Some friend you are."
Julie said to Ben's face, "Shut up before you say something that you won't be
able to apologize for later. You know Tim won't make anyone do things that are
against their nature. If he won't fix your fuck-up, you can't force him to go
against his own nature."
"Fuck. Don't you start too," Ben muttered before taking her advice.
"That was not a fuck-up," Greg said fully clothed as the rest of us started to
get dressed. "I don't know what you were talking about really, but I've wanted
that to happen for months now," he said looking at Ben.
"Yeah, I know you have. But..." Ben said as he struggled to pull his pants up.
"You don't want to do it again, do you?" Greg said in almost a panic.
"Shit," Ben said as he gave up and dropped to the floor to get his tight jeans
on the rest of the way. "We need to talk about it first, but right now I'm not
really sure if we should do it again."
"I..." Greg said before running out of the room.
"Awe shit," Ben said, struggling to his feet. "This is all you're fault. If
you hadn't come along and offered this deal to me, I would never have given a
thought to doing it with a guy. I wish I.."
I looked him in the eye and said in a stern voice, "You were about to give into
your drug habit when I met you. That above all the other reasons was why I
offered you this deal. You would have dropped out of school and never have had
met Suzi or Julie, and I know you have thought you might have been dead by now.
Nothing keeps you from taking that ring off your finger but you. So if you want
to blame anything else on me, you will have to take the ring off first and never
put it back on."
The silence in the room was almost deafening as Ben stared at the slave ring on
his finger. He was letting his emotions cloud his thinking, letting himself get
angry at me instead of feeling the guilt for his own actions. When he reached
to take off the ring, he hesitated long enough for Julie to intervene.
"Don't? Please?" Julie said grabbing his hand.
He looked in her eyes, but her pleading gaze didn't diffuse any of his anger.
When he looked me in the eyes intending to pull the ring off defiantly, that
familiar feeling formed again.
He felt my resolve to let him make his own mistakes so he would learn from them
like everyone is supposed to. I let him feel the weight on my shoulders
resisting every whim and urge to use my abilities in an unhonorable fashion, and
he finally understood how important it was to me to never force something on
someone else unless it was absolutely necessary. Ben also saw I wouldn't just
stand by and let them mess up their lives, but I had to give Ben the chance to
fix things himself.
So it was a very large shock when Ben pulled the ring off anyway.
"I'm sorry for what I said," Ben said softly. "I still want to be you're slave
and stuff, but while I'm wearing this thing, I never know what is me and what is
the slave bit. Will you keep your promise about the drug thing?"
"Of course I will," I said staring at the darkening stone in his ring. "Uhm,
Ben? Greg is thinking some pretty stupid thoughts right now, and I think it
would be better if I had a talk with him first. No matter what you would say to
him right now, I'm pretty sure he will think you're hiding your true feelings."
"Just talk, right?" he said, already knowing the answer.
"Just talk."
"Okay... I'm sorry for not trusting you. I guess I just..."
"That's all right. I never realized how confused you were about the slave stuff
and... Shit. He's walking home. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"
He nodded then looked at the ring in the palm of his hand. As I walked out, I
felt his surprise turn to regret when he discovered the stone of his ring had
turned black. He had taken it off many times in the past for reasons like to
shower or during shop, and it had never changed color during those times.
Ben of course never realized he had twisted the gem ninety degrees
counterclockwise before removing it. Part of the commands I had given him when
I presented the ring to him had included this subconscious sequence if he ever
willingly decided to end his enslavement forever. Ben hadn't really believed
that once he took it off to end his servitude that he couldn't just put it back
on if he changed his mind. But at the time he did it, he had meant to never put
it back on, and he was the first to do that. But the reality of how permanent
it was hadn't sunk in until he saw the blackened ring. An important part of his
life had just ended, and he knew he had made it end too soon.
The first person to actually remove their ring with the intent of canceling the
control it represented had been Linda to save John and I. But because she
hadn't truly wanted to end it permanently, the subconscious twisting of her
gemstone hadn't been triggered. This loophole had been an oversight on my part,
but after I had discovered Linda had done this to serve me in the manner she
felt was best, I reinstated her slave commands and left the loophole alone.
Afterwards, I thought I had made everyone understand the difference, but Ben
hadn't really believed it until seeing his ring. Of course, I could always
reinstate him and give him another ring, but there would have to be a higher
price for Ben to pay, and I hadn't a clue what that could be.
And as I went out the front door, I felt Ben decide he didn't need the ring's
'power'. He could continue being a slave without anyone making him do it, and
wanted to show he had the will power that he once thought he had lost to the
drugs. So Ben put the blackened ring back on his finger and gave Julie such a
kiss that she went limp.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy
(mc, incest mf, oral mf)
Greg was already two blocks away before I pulled up beside him in my car and
offered him a lift. He initially refused, but after I asked him how far away he
lived, he realized it would take forever to walk home.
Neither one of us spoke for several minutes after he gave me directions. Greg
was worried that I was either going to try and seduce him, humiliate him, or
maybe even blackmail him. He nearly lost it when I said, "I think Ben really
liked your blowjob."
"Uhm, thanks.."
"You should have seen Julie's face when Ben finally came in your mouth. I think
she barely kept herself from joining you at his dick."
"Heh," he said half heartedly.
"So who's blowjob was better? Ben's or Julie's?"
"Uhm, I don't know..."
"I've found guys give head their first time better than girls do. Guys know
what guys want."
"You've... Has Ben ever given you.."
"Nope. He's done stuff with other guys though, but he wasn't doing it because
he wanted to. I can't tell you anything else about that, but I can tell you he
wanted to do what he did with you, and that was the first time he wanted to do
it with a guy."
"And now he hates me."
"Huh? Ben doesn't hate you. He feels guilty for losing control like that.
Ben, Julie, and I talked about this earlier. He wasn't sure if he liked messing
around with guys, but he knew you were thinking of messing around with him. You
two were supposed to talk about it before trying anything, but he lost control
and went too far too fast. So that's why he said what he said. He didn't mean
to push you away. He's just confused about what he wants and didn't want to
promise you anything."
"Oh," Greg simply replied.
I remained quiet to give him a chance to process all of that. We were almost to
his house when I realized he had slipped into a daydream more than serious
thinking, and saw he needed more guidance.
"Greg, Ben wanted me to talk to you about this stuff," I said stretching the
truth. "Is there someplace private in your house we could talk without being
overheard?"
"Uhm..." he hesitated as the image of me fucking his ass like I had Julie's
passed through his mind. It had started out to be a warning and had caused a
flash of fear, but ended up getting him excited and he almost gasped when he
realized that.
He studied my face attempting to judge my intentions, then looked down at my
crotch to see if there was a lump. I made it quite obvious that I noticed his
glance and said, "Now cut that out. We're not going to do anything but talk."
Greg covered up his hurt feelings pretty good, but I still saw them.
"Besides," I added, "your cousin would kill me if we fooled around before he got
another crack at you."
"Yeah, okay," he said after his shock passed and he saw the joke. "We can talk
down in the gameroom without anyone else hearing."
Greg's house was pretty nice. The basement was in the middle of being finished,
and the gameroom was one of the few parts completed. They had two pinball games
and an old Atari 2600 with tons of cartridges, but what interested me the most
was Greg's older sister who had just come out of the new bathroom in only her
underwear.
Just as her concerns about being in her underwear in front of others were being
raised, I issued the commands that removed them. I had meant to cancel them
before I left, but luckily for her I forgot.
"Greg?" she called. "Have you seen my hairdryer? I thought I left it down
here.."
Greg got over his shock of her attire and said, "Mom used it to blow up that air
mattress. I think she put back it in your room."
"Okay.. Thanks," she said as she walked past us.
"I like your sister," I said after she reached the top of the stairs. "Ever see
her naked?"
"Shhh!" he said, pulling me into the game room and closing the door. "You can
hear everything upstairs unless you have one of these going," he whispered while
turning on a pinball machine.
I checked and found no one else home but his sister. She was drying her hair
and thinking about her date from the night before.
"Well, did you?" I insisted.
"Yeah.. Last summer she and I went skinny dipping with Ben and a couple of
other cousins."
"Oh yeah. Ben told me about that. You were so horny thinking about it that
night, you were humping your pillow while Ben showered and he caught you.
That's when he showed you about jerking off, isn't it."
"I can't believe he told you all that.. Are you two that good of friends?"
"Let's just say we both know this girl that is very important to us, and we've
talked about a lot of shit while we're both with her."
"Julie."
"Nope. Her name is Suzi actually... You still like girls too, right?"
"I guess.."
He was having trouble understanding his own feelings. Greg kept thinking about
me fucking Julie in the ass, wondering what it felt like from both positions.
Then he remembered the sixty-nining he and Ben had done, and suddenly we was
imagining himself in Julie's position with me fucking his ass, Ben fucking his
mouth, and Julie's ass fucking his dick.
"Greg?" his sister said opening the door. "Mom and Dad aren't going to be here
for dinner so we're supposed to order pizza. What do you want on yours?"
Greg snapped out of his daze from the sight of his sister in a black lace bra
and panties and wearing nothing else. I had caught the fact she had worn
something similar to the date last night, but hadn't noticed that she had felt
horny enough to put something else sexy on.
"P-p-pepperoni," he said. "Gloria.. Why are you... half naked?"
"What do you mean?" she said checking me out a little. "And is your friend
saying for pizza?"
Oh man, she was hot looking. Gloria had a great body with a pretty face and
nice tits. She was a college freshman living at home and working part time on
the weekends. Her steady boyfriend had taken her cherry in eleventh grade, and
except for giving Ben and another cousin a few blow jobs that past summer, she
had been completely faithful. Ken, her boyfriend, was starting to get a little
restless with their somewhat routine sex, and her sexy underwear had been a
great hit the night before. Gloria was concerned about losing her lover to
another girl whom he had admittedly fucked twice before while their relationship
had gone on the skids for a short period. She suspected he had done it a few
times since then, but didn't have any proof and didn't really want to know.
"If it's okay, I'd like to very much," I inserted before Greg could answer.
"I'll even chip in."
"Oh, you don't have to.. er.."
"Tim."
"Hi. I'm Gloria, but I guess you gathered that. Nice car, by the way."
"Thanks... Uhm, are you like a model or something?"
"What? No. Why?"
"It's just you look like one. Especially wearing hot black lace underwear. I
bet you got them at Laughernights."
"How did you know that?"
"I bought some for my girlfriend last week, but she didn't look as good as you
in them. Seriously." Liar.
"Oh? So what else did you buy your girlfriend there," she said interested in my
male perspective.
"They had this really awesome looking black teddy that had a great weave to it.
You could see just enough without actually seeing it all, if you know what I
mean. Suzi did a striptease for me and Joey, and then we spent nearly three
hours just kissing and stuff. We never did get it off of her... It was just
too hot looking."
I was telling her exactly what she was hoping to hear. Ken tended to get tired
of the foreplay very quickly, never spending more than twenty minutes before he
was pumping away. And it appeared Ken was responsible for the repetitive nature
of their love making sessions. Gloria never got to be on top or have much to do
but groan, and had only orgasmed on three separate occasions during their two
years of weekly fucking.
But he was a gentle and otherwise very loving guy, so she lived with the lack of
sexual satisfaction and made do with the love they frequently shared. She had
made filling her own sexual needs second to fulfilling his, and her latest
attempt to do that was by buying some exciting underwear.
"Wait right here. I'll be right back," Gloria said excitedly before running to
and up the stairs.
"Now what?" Greg said before noticing my smile. "Don't get any ideas about my
sister.."
"Too late for that, but don't worry. I'm not going to touch her," I said. Then
I thought to myself "You are."
Instead of waiting there as she had told us to, we went upstairs to the living
room, and waited for her to come down the hall from her bedroom. When she did,
Greg gave out a loud gasp and a few moments later was trying to shuffle his
hardon from its rather uncomfortable pinned position.
"Wow. That's the exact same teddy I got Suzi," I lied. "Shit, you look hot. I
wish Suzi could have tits like that. Hell, I wish Suzi had a body like that."
Okay, so that part wasn't a complete lie, but I wouldn't want Suzi any different
than she is/was.
"Does it really turn you on that much?" she said very happy with my response so
far.
"Hell yeah. I'm rock hard from just looking at ya.. Your own brother couldn't
resist you in that outfit."
That made the two siblings look at each other for a few moments before they
diverted their eyes and blushed. Each of were recalling a separate instance
where they had been turned on by the other.
Gloria had caught him jerking off in his room a few months ago and had partly
wanted to show him what a girl could do for a guy. Ever since then, she looked
upon her little brother differently, and wished to openly discuss sexual matters
with him in hopes to gain more insight and to share her own with him.
Greg had watched her shower a few times in the new basement bathroom, and had
even watched her and Ken fuck once from her closet. He didn't want knowledge,
per se, he had just wanted her. But recently he had been becoming more obsessed
with Ben, and hadn't actually thought about his sister sexually for over a
month. However, she was his first sexual icon, so as he stood there having
conflicting thoughts about what had happened earlier today, he couldn't help but
have those old desires flare up.
"So, are we ordering pizza?" I said to bring them both to the present.
"Oh.. Yeah we are. Just give me a minute to change into something less..."
"Comfortable?" Greg suggested. "Come on Gloria. It's not like we haven't
already seen you in it." Greg was letting his confidence grow with his lust,
and wanted to do more than just look.
"Ha! If you think for one minute I'm going to meet the pizza boy wearing this
thing, you're crazy. But if you really want me to stay like this, go and put on
the swim suit Aunt Lois sent you. I'm not... Hey! where you going?"
"To put on my swimming suit..."
"I was only kidding!" Gloria said with a slight panic in her voice.
"Yeah, you better be careful," I said to her after he disappeared in his room.
"He does have the hots for you ya know."
"Did he tell you that?"
"Not exactly," I said as an idea formed. "Uhm, when are your parents coming
home?"
"Not until around ten. Why?"
"And you're not going out tonight, right?"
"I wasn't planning on it. Hey! Don't get any ideas. Ken's the only guy for
me."
"Yeah, I know. But your brother is having a hard time figuring out what he
wants sexually, and you might be able to help more than Ben or I can."
"Ben? So that's why Greg's been going over there so much. What are they doing?
looking at playboys together?"
"Actually, Greg's been... Since he's about to interrupt, he can tell you."
"Okay Gloria. Here I am!" Greg said wearing a woman's string bikini. Obviously
the bikini top had nothing to hold up, but the bottom front didn't even touch
his waist because his boner pushed it out so much. Not only could you see the
very tip of his dick's head, but a small portion of each ball was visible on the
sides.
"How do I look?" Greg said with an evil smile.
"I can't believe you did that. You look...." she stopped.
"So do you," Greg sharply replied.
"Greg, what have you been doing over at Ben's?"
"Uhm, well, we play video games and hang out and stuff.. Why?"
"Tim was telling me you've been having some... problems with sex?"
"Hey!" he glared at me. "You shouldn't tell her stuff like that!"
"Why not? You two are perfect to help each other. Gloria needs a guy to test
things out on before she uses them on Ken, and you need someone to guide you in
figuring out what sex is right for you. Greg, there is a whole lot more to sex
than just giving and receiving blowjobs."
"What?" Gloria said, not sure she heard right.
"Shut up!" Greg said frowning while clenching his fists. I could feel the anger
rise inside him, and saw an opportunity.
"Did you say giving blowjobs?" Gloria asked me.
"Yeah. He and Ben did a little sixty-nining earlier today."
"SHUT UP!" Greg said shoving me to the floor.
"And until you came out of the bathroom in your underwear, he was hoping that I
would fuck his ass."
"You FUCKER!" Greg cried as he started trying to kick me. "Mother fucker son of
a bitch!"
"Are you saying my brother is GAY?"
"I'm NOT GAY!"
"No, he's bi."
"BI?" she said with disgust.
"Yes, bi. It's not a dirty word. Greg, stop trying to kick me. It's not going
to work, dude. You're too much of a wimp."
Greg started to really try his hardest to put his foot through my gut, but I was
controlling the blows so they always either missed or were deflected by my arms
and hands.
"GREG!" Gloria said taking hold of Greg's shoulders and turning him to face her.
"Stop that! And tell me he's making it up. Tell me this is a joke."
Greg was sweating and breathing hard from his violent attempts to kick the
living shit out of me. When he finally looked at his sister in the eye, he
found himself frozen in her gaze, his anger diminishing as his desire rose
again.
Gloria became very aware of the hot, sweaty and somewhat muscular bare shoulders
she had a firm grip on. His breath suddenly became the only sound in the room,
and the only scent was a musky odor that hinted at his earlier sexual
experience.
Greg finally lowered his gaze, just to find the sight of her teddy increasing
his arousal. He felt his hand being drawn to her right breast by an
irresistible force from within him. It was so strong I had to check to see if
someone was manipulating him without my knowledge, only to find it to be an old
jerkoff fantasy of his coming to life.
Greg's eyes met hers again just before his hand reached it's destination. He
saw something in her eyes that time. Something he wasn't expecting to see, but
was relieved to discover it was there. He knew what it was for he had seen it
in his own eyes when he had glanced at his reflection in a mirror once while
masturbating.
The small look in her eye exploded into a face full of sexual desire. I felt a
dam I hadn't detected before burst and crumble within her, releasing a flood of
sexual desires and fantasies all involving her little brother who had been HER
first sexual icon. Before Ken started dating her in her freshman year of high
school, Gloria had used her prepubescent brother as the focus of her own early
sexual fantasies. The tidal wave of those old feelings washed every thought
from her mind and sent her into motion.
Before I had realized what was going on, Gloria had closed the gap between them,
planted her lips on Greg's while sending her hand down to his barely restrained
crotch. And by the time I had gathered what had happened, Gloria had pushed her
willing brother to the floor and was rubbing her entire body against his.
If she had only been fueled by her old sexual passions, I would have stopped
them from proceeding any further because she would have never forgiven herself
later. But I noticed she was not only driven by her old fantasies, but by her
current sexual frustrations as well.
Gloria was clearly being the aggressor, easily overpowering her younger brother
and preventing him from running the show. As Greg continued to try to get his
lips down to a breast, Gloria rubbed her body up and down his, finally managed
to slip his dick into the entrance of her love tunnel.
Greg froze and looked desperately at his sister's own desperate face. His face
made an expression that made him look like a child, driving Gloria over the edge
to finish the penetration and taking Greg's virginity as she had dreamed several
years before.
But then her current needs took over, and using her own past experiences, Gloria
knew she had to build her orgasm slowly to achieve maximum pleasure. Greg was
helpless to argue, and soon submitted to letting her do what she wanted without
urging her to quicken the pace.
Her initial speed reminded me strongly of the twins, and I saw we would be here
for a while. I ordered the pizzas and watched with partial interest as she
slowly increased her speed.
By the time the pizzas arrived, Gloria was just getting to what I would have
considered an acceptable fucking speed. I ate pizza while watching her momentum
build in spurts of energy, Greg still helplessly gasping and giving out a moan
once in a while. To have so much stimulation without any control over its
delivery was almost torture for him, but it was the kind of sex he would seek
out after nearly two years of his sister taking her sexual frustration out on
him.
Of course that was unknown to me at the time, and as I finished my last piece,
I watched Gloria cum in a long and deep moan that made me shake with pleasure at
its sound. I restrained myself from going over to her settling ass and using my
dick on it to get another wonderful moan from her, but I didn't hesitate to feel
its ripeness before rolling the unconscious woman off her brother.
Greg opened his eyes and smiled weakly saying, "Are we there yet?"
"Heh. You sure took a lot. How many times did you cum anyway?"
"I don't know. I can't remember. Six, I think. I'm pooped, and I didn't do
anything."
"Well, your pizza is getting cold, and so is your sister. You take care of the
pizza, I'll take care of your sister."
"Uhm.. You're not going to try.."
I smiled at him and said, "If I had wanted to try something, don't you think I
would have by now?"
"Maybe... If she isn't going to wake up for pizza, maybe you should just put
her in her bed for now. Shit, I'm hungry. But I gotta go pee first."
I carried Gloria into her bedroom and laid her down in her queen size bed. When
I turned to leave, I felt a surge of lust come from her sleeping mind. I peeked
to find her dreaming of giving Ken a blowjob in her new teddy. After checking
on Greg and finding him asleep on the throne, I laid down next to her and sent
the commands.
Her eyes opened and blinked a few times before her mind saw her lover instead of
me laying beside her. Her glassy eyes moved to gaze at my crotch, then she
suddenly moved towards it in jerky motions. Gloria's hands felt their way to
the snap and zipper, her face pointed down between her arms as she struggled
against her sleepiness. She had to stop and rest several times, finding it
extremely difficult to move her body since in every sense she was still
completely asleep.
Once she had my dick free, she had no trouble getting her mouth wrapped around
it. But after a few good strong suck and tongue actions, her mouth simply took
up a repeating pattern of gentle suckily motions that babies use to get their
milk.
I got bored with that very quickly. But instead of using my powers, I played
out the role.
"Gloria, your tongue feels so good... Could you use it a little more?"
Her small tongue movements were very disappointing, so I tried again.
"Honey, I'd love it if you could suck a little harder."
Again her response was a let down, so I tried a different approach.
"Oh baby, I want you to suck it. Suck it and lick it and make me squirm. I
want you to taste my dick like never before, feel it surge and pulse. God I
want you to suck out my spunk and taste its flavor, and then swallow it all
down."
That worked. Her mouth came alive with energy and began sucking and tonguing
like a pro, feeding off my precum like a nursing pup, then allowed my cum to
overflow her mouth so she could savor the flavor afterwards.
She managed to clean up the mess before she conked out on me, but I was
satisfied and let her slip back into a deep sleep.
I cleaned up their memories so they wouldn't remember me but would recall
everything they had done. Before I left, I woke them both up so they could at
least eat their pizza and get dressed before their parents came home.
(Gloria actually started modeling a few months later. She quit her other job
and moved into her own place, then moved into a bigger place which she shared
with her boyfriend once she started making good money. The teddy she had worn
that night for me and Greg started her fetish with sexy underwear. Her third
modeling job was for women's underwear, and that had been the beginning of a
very successful lingerie modeling career, partially because she didn't mind
people seeing her in very revealing underwear.
She never posed nude, but some of the stuff she wore didn't leave much to the
imagination. But because there was always that remaining tease in the minds of
the photographers, they constantly called her back for another try at getting
her as naked as they could. They never succeeded. Well, okay. One did.
After I recognized her in a catalog about a year later, I caught up with her and
Greg and enjoyed a private lingerie show. I was kind of surprised to find that
Greg also had formed the same fetish, probably caused by the women's swim suit
he had worn when she had taken his virginity. He had his own secret wardrobe of
women's undergarments that he wore whenever he and his sister got together for a
mutual show and fuck.
I also learned that Greg and Ben had never done anything else sexually with each
other. Greg had his mind on his sister, while Ben's guilt turned into distaste
for male to male sex.
Despite her successful modeling career, Gloria stayed in school and didn't allow
herself to accept the passes other men made at her. She married Ken after her
Junior year of college, and ended her fucks with her brother. Gloria had
managed to break Ken into letting her do half of the work, and as far as I know
they are still happily married with two kids and a separate closet full of her
teddies.)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87
Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal
(hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal)
"Good morning, LeAnne," I said as I walked up to our private room and found her
waiting outside the door.
"Good morning," she echoed. "You wanted to talk to me about something... Could
you remind me what about?"
"Sure," I said unlocking the door. "But first, come on in and get comfortable.
I've excused you from all your classes today, and I've had the class officers
meeting rescheduled for next week."
She stood at the door giving me quite a probing stare, quickly coming to the
conclusion I was serious, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with
it.
"Whatever you wanted to talk to me about will have to wait. You had no right
to.."
I looked in her eyes and said, "Remember.. after school you were driving home
feeling that loneliness overtake you... Remember... Fine road, that curve,
that tree... You would have killed yourself if I hadn't stopped you.."
The color in her face slowly returned as I led her to the lazy boy and handed
her a glass of a clear juice that my father had recently come across. Apart
from its tingly pleasant taste and clear appearance, there was nothing unusual
about the juice.
"Feel better?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
Again, her eyes appeared to probe for my intentions, so I gave her a little help
by making eye contact and forming an empathic connection. Her eyes went wide
for a moment as she felt my presence, but she quickly took advantage of the
situation and attempted to feel out any malice or deception.
When she had finished her probe, I closed the connection and repeated, "Feel
better?"
"A little," she said softly. Then in a stronger voice she said, "What was
that?"
This time it was my turn to give her a probing look. Of course the look was
only for show since I knew exactly what she was thinking at all times. But she
had expected it, and I didn't want her to freak out. But then I probably
couldn't freak her out, so I decided the best thing to do was to tell her the
truth.
"I'm empathic. I can share my feelings with others, and feel what others are
feeling too."
"Empathic.. If I remember correctly, empaths are supposed to be mute, and have
the ability to heal others by transferring the injury to their own body where
they heal it at a greater rate than others could. If you can talk, then I
suppose you can't heal others."
"Huh.. I didn't know any of that. I do know of two empaths that are a lot
stronger than I am, and they're mutes. And when Joey and I form a share link,
you could say we can heal each other or anyone else we add to the link, but
we've never tried it with scrapes and bruises."
LeAnne's mind began forming questions in a logical format, already forgetting
the purpose of what I had asked her here for. But as the first question started
to form on her lips, the bell rang, reminding her she was missing class for a
reason.
"So I take it you are going to play psychologist and try to figure out what is
wrong with me?"
"Nope. I already know what's wrong with you."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"I'll tell you if you really want me too, but you won't accept my.. er..
diagnosis. I would rather just show you."
"Show me? I want to know first, then if you can explain why, you can show me."
I sighed and sat back in the chair I was sitting in.
"I can't explain it to you without showing it to you. You just wouldn't believe
me or understand it any other way. And I would prefer showing you the why
before telling you the what."
"Tell me the what, and the how, then if I don't think you are trying to pull
something, I'll let you show me the why even if I don't believe the what."
I told her, and as expected she didn't believe me. And when I told her the how,
she got a bit upset.
"HYPNOTIZE ME?!?"
"I only want to give you some experiences that you never actually had that
involve having a good friend. That's all."
"THAT'S ALL?!? You have to be nuts to think I'd fall for that. First of all,
you couldn't hypnotize me. I studied hypnosis and know you wouldn't be able to
put be into a trance without my cooperation. And I'm not going to cooperate."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a male, and as I understand, you are very.. active sexually.
I'm not going to be tricked into something.. primitive."
"You're wrong. You know why? Because I don't find you attractive. Good enough
reason for you?"
"No. Males instinctively will try and take advantage of a female no matter what
they look like."
"Okay. So what makes you think I couldn't take advantage of you right this
moment?"
"Lay a finger on me and I'll break your arm," she said cold and serious.
"LeAnne, I'm not interested in anything but helping you. Really. Let me give
you a hypothetical situation. If I could make you take off your shoes and throw
them out the window without you realizing it, would you then believe that I
could also make you do something like take your clothes off?"
"That is ridiculous. You couldn't do it."
"But do you believe if I had you throw your shoes out the window, making you
have to go barefoot the rest of the day, do you think I could equally make you
strip?"
"Maybe. But I doubt it."
"What about if you threw your bra out along with your shoes?"
"I really don't like what you're suggesting, hypothetical as it maybe. And none
of this is relevant to.."
"So if I could do that to you, what would stop me from doing that or even going
further with you?"
"I'm not going to put up with this any longer. If you don't have anything else
to.." she said before someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said.
"Uhm, do these belong to someone in here?" Mr. Carlton, a history teacher asked
holding up a pair of shoes.
LeAnne's just stared at her shoes in his hand, afraid to look down at her feet
which she could tell were bare. But when a janitor appeared behind Mr. Carlton
holding a bra, she gave out a small shriek and felt her braless chest through
her top.
I thanked the delivery boys when I took their parcels and sent them back on
their way. I felt LeAnne's probing eyes on me again before I turned around to
hand them to her, but when we made eye contact she dropped her gaze immediately.
Her hand was shaking a little when she reached out to take back her property, so
I said, "I didn't mean to frighten you. Do you understand that I could have
just as easily made you have sex with me without you ever knowing it?"
"Who says you haven't already?" She said shakily.
"I do," I sighed. "Now think about it. Why would I go through all this trouble
just to trick you while you're hypnotized. And there... Now you can remember
taking off your shoes and bra and throwing them out the window."
She recalled the events, finding some assurance when she realized I had made her
remove her bra under the cover of her loose fitting top. I hadn't seen anything
I shouldn't have.
After twenty or so minutes convincing her I wasn't trying to trick her, she
finally agreed. No sooner than she gave me her permission, I used my empathic
power to lower her into a deep hypnotic trance.
I took her back to the earliest memory fragment, then took her back even further
to her time of birth. She had no memory of this event of course, but it was a
simple matter of using our combined knowledge and imagination to create the
images and sounds of emerging from her mother's birth canal into the world of
the living.
The week before, my mother and I were at the hospital waiting for her test
results concerning her options of having another baby. A woman in labor was
rushed past us, and my mother had suggested that I use my telepathic abilities
to experience what it was like to be born.
I used that knowledge to give LeAnne as accurate of a memory as possible of her
own birth. The experience wasn't necessarily a wonderful one, but it gave me a
different view on life, and I figured it would help her do the same.
I used her memories of photographs to reconstruct her toddler years. Her
memories didn't contain any physical affection from her parents, but there was a
lot of love and support, and I fudged a bit by using some of her memories of her
parents with her younger sister during her sister's infant years.
All of this was just to give her a better background before I entered the
picture myself.
I sought out memories of her playmates as a child, finding she hadn't had many
since her family had lived in a remote area in Arizona. But the few I did find,
I managed to convince her to imagine myself as a little boy playing with her
along side her other friends. I planted my presence throughout her childhood
without making me stand out or adding any other experiences.
When we reached her family making their move the summer before her freshman
year, I stopped adding my image to her memories and brought her out of her
trance.
"Did you do it?" she asked after sitting up. "What did you do anyway?"
"Just trust me, okay? How do you feel?"
"I'm fine. I.." she started.
"What?" I asked, faking concern.
"I just realized you remind me of someone I used to know," she said
concentrating on my face.
"Really? Who?"
"I'm not really sure. He was always around where I grew up, but I don't
remember his name. He used to always play in the sand box with me, but we never
really.. What?"
"I just had the same feeling you had. I loved playing in the sandbox, and...
Shit. Did you use to go to Saint Elmo Elementary?"
"YES! You mean.."
"Howdy, neighbor. The name's Tim."
We spent nearly an hour talking about her home town and other kids that lived
there. Of course I was mostly using her memories to keep up my side of the
conversation, but I did make up a few things that jived with her perceptions of
those childhood friends. It was eerie the way she seemed like an old friend to
me. I mean, that's what she was supposed to feel about me, but I didn't imagine
I would feel it for her as well.
When the bell rang announcing the end of the third period, she stopped her chit
chat and stared into space a few moments.
"What's the matter, LeAnne?" I asked with concern.
She looked at my face, then quickly looked away, trying to hide her face as her
control over her emotions started to fail.
She suddenly stood up facing way from me and said, "I wish we had never moved
out here. I feel like my whole life is back there, in Tannahoe. I've don't
have a single... friend here."
I walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back while I said, "Sure you do.
Me. I'll be your friend."
I felt her emotions start to swell, but then suddenly she saw through my entire
plan. She knew what I had done, but not why I had done it. She clamped down on
her emotions and visibly stiffened before turning around to face me.
"You bastard," she said with a coldness that made me almost shiver.
"What? I didn't do anything but attempt to become a friend who you could talk
to. You were doing so.."
"FRIEND? You're not my friend. Children need friends to learn the social
skills to interact with others. I'm not a child, and you're not my friend."
"Wrong! I am your friend. You're just not.. What's wrong?"
"I'm dizzy," she said sitting down looking pale. LeAnne visibly shuddered a few
moments later, then sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.
After my attempt of relieving her loneliness by coming a long lost friend had
failed, she had been struggling against the surge of despair that had resulted.
The stress from constantly battling her emotions had finally caught up with her,
but as I watched, LeAnne systematically regained control of herself while
relaxing to reduce the stress.
Her self control was remarkable. I was actually learning a few pointers from
her when I realized her stubborn resolve to never succumb to her emotional needs
was the true source of her problems.
Several years before, LeAnne had learned how to control her emotions and decided
she was a much better person without them clouding her thinking. She later
realized that if she gave into her emotions after staying disattached from them
so long, she would never be able to suppress them again.
But her mistake was thinking she could live like that. LeAnne's idea of a
perfect human being resembled Vulcans on Star Trek. She believed that the human
race had evolved to the point where it was time to leave behind our old animal
instincts and move into the world of logic and reason. Her critical error was
not realizing that no matter how much we could evolve, we were still animals in
many ways and emotions were vital to our well being.
LeAnne needed to lose that tight control over her feelings. And the only way I
saw to do that without causing a long and drawn out depression was to let her
experience the feelings of sharing with someone close without allowing it to
turn into something sexual.
There was only two people I knew who could help me do this, and in LeAnne's case
it had to be Suzi.
Suzi came in quietly just as I finished putting LeAnne to sleep.
"So how are we going to be helping her by snuggling up to each other?" Suzi
asked when I sat back and relaxed.
"I'm going to let her feel everything you're feeling emotionally and physically.
She'll see, hear, smell and taste what you do, and have all the emotions that
you have while we give each other a little lovin'."
"So.. It will be like a two way?"
"No, not really. She won't know what you're thinking, and you won't feel
anything from her. She'll just feel everything you do. Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's fine. She wouldn't want to know how much of a bitch I think she
is."
"Heh. Well that might change after we're through."
I prepared the links as Suzi pulled the bed out of the sofa. This was the first
time I had ever attempted to use my empathic powers to link two people without
including myself, and I found that I couldn't do it. After several minutes of
considering my options, we decided to try just the telepathic links and see if
LeAnne's own emotions responded the way I hoped they would.
I activated the links, then reached my hand out to Suzi to pull us together for
a hug.
Damn she smelled good. Suzi's scent was a natural soft and sweet one, but it
was amplified by the clean smelling perfume she was wearing along with the
shampooy odor of her hair. For a moment I considered switching the link to me
when my feelings for Suz seemed to bloom from the pleasure my nose was
receiving, but I found I was having a similar effect on Suzi and decided she
was still the best candidate for the job.
My hands rubbed her back as she sighed and relaxed her head on my shoulder. I
made no passes with my hands that could have been interpreted as sexually
motivated, but couldn't help give her a few gentle kisses on the neck and
cheek. I wasn't sure how LeAnne would interpret them, but I allowed them to
happen because they were from the heart, not from the crotch.
Since we were standing at the foot of the fold out bed, I picked Suzi up and
playfully tossed her on the bed. Suzi only bounced once before she grabbed one
of pillows she had placed at the head of the bed and flung it into my smiling
face.
I had just enough time to gather my wits and pick the pillow up before I had to
use it as a shield against her frontal pillow assault. Her blows were fast and
accurate, beating my defenses down while I attempted to stop laughing so I could
give her a decent fight. I ended up on the floor flat on my back with Suzi's
pillow pinning my face and my own pillow shielding Suzi's belly from any
tickling I might have tried.
I surrendered unconditionally and gasped for breath when she pulled her pillow
away. Suzi sat on top of me, staddling my waist in an innocent way, while we
talked a little about her birthday party two weeks from that weekend. Joey and
I were going to spend the night the Friday before and help her decorate for the
party, so we spent some time talking about what she wanted for the party.
After spending fifteen minutes on the floor, I sat up to relax my cramping neck
muscles that had been holding my head up enough so I could see her. Suzi had
been leaning back against my legs and the edge of the bed, but sat up when I
did, placing our faces inches from each other's.
Her eyes were so bright, and her face so beautiful at that moment, it took every
once of will power not to press my lips against hers and release my growing urge
to make love.
Suzi kissed my nose then stood up. I took her hand she held out to me, and
didn't let go after she helped me up. We stood there in front of the bed
feeling the other's hands caress ours, our eyes glancing to the other's faces to
get a quick look of our loving expression before quickly returning to our hands.
The feelings between us were making it increasingly difficult to keep our hands
on neutral ground.
Our eyes met accidentally and locked on each other while our bodies felt
themselves drawn together like two magnets. Our arms wrapped around each
other's waists, then our eyes closed as our lips finally joined together in a
powerful yet unrushed kiss.
The kiss was as pure as a kiss could be, lasting longer than most people spend
having sex, and we had ended the kiss only because we had nearly fallen over
from swaying back and forth for several minutes.
Suzi gently pulled me onto the bed as she laid down on it herself, our eyes
never breaking their renewed contact until they closed once more for another
kiss. Our bodies pressed themselves together as our hands roamed freely over
them.
Our long kiss ended into a series of small gentle kisses before we stopped and
rested with our foreheads touching. I sent my right hand down her arm and
brought her hand up to my lips to kiss. I saw her goosebumps rise up on her arm
as I planted my first kiss on a knuckle, and felt my own rise as her other hand
brushed my cheek.
Again our eyes met, flooding each other's eyes with the love flowing between us.
No words were spoken as we closed the gap again, but this time we just held each
other, feeling each other's hearts beat as we let time trickle by in complete
peace.
After laying caressing and snuggling for almost an hour, I looked at Suzi and
said, "I love you."
"I love you," she replied before moving to kiss me again.
Something in the way Suzi stretched after that kiss ended told me she was in the
mood to start something a little less innocent. I quickly confirmed this, then
checked LeAnne's condition intending to close the links if she had had enough.
Her tears had been drying for some time, having worked out her remorse and
loneliness as Suzi and I had laid there. LeAnne's emotions had succeeded in
their struggle to be felt, relieving the pressure she had been building for four
years simply by crying. The experience of the love Suzi and I had been sharing
had quickly overwhelmed her control while giving her the answer she needed.
Humans had evolved beyond allowing their desires and lusts to control them, but
not by losing these drives that were once necessary for the species to survive.
LeAnne discovered that these drives instead had evolved with us to making our
lives worth living while we obtained more knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the
next generations.
LeAnne had accepted how wrong she had been to consider all emotions to be
unfavorable. She understood that they added substance to our lives, and the
small penalty in performance was acceptable for the over all quality of life
gained. LeAnne felt as if she had made the most important discovery in her
lifetime. Little did any of us know this was just the first of many of such
personal discoveries, and only the beginning of a long voyage that I wound up
navigating for her.
As Suzi pulled herself on top of me and initiated another kiss, I altered the
links so LeAnne could terminate them if she so desired, then turned my attention
to the tongue which was requesting permission to enter my oral cavity.
I granted permission, then sent my hands down to her wiggling ass for a squeeze.
Suzi responded by pressing her crotch into my rapidly growing one, stimulating
me to run my hand across her backside, probing her ass with my fingertips
through her clothes.
Another surge of pressure against my lumpy crotch was followed by Suzi's mouth
pulling away from mine as she got up on her arms and started humping her crotch
against mine in a slow erotic way.
We both quickly worked up a sweat, prompting us to start removing each other's
clothing. I stayed on my back after she had lowered my pants and stripped off
my shirt. Suzi had gotten used to just letting her male slaves decide how to
pleasure her, but I felt she needed to start using her wonderful initiative
talent more. We both kept our underwear on for the time being, having made this
rule to never remove them if there was a risk of pregnancy.
Out of all the times Suzi and I had made love, had sex, or just simply fucked
each other's brains out for the animal pleasure of it, there had been no risk of
pregnancy. We were able to control exactly when she started her cycle and always
worked around the window of fertility. After having triggered her cycle after
four months of worry free sex, Suzi had the worst case of menstrual cramps she
had ever experienced. She had opted to have her periods every month as she was
supposed to, but always start the cycle on the same day each month.
We both knew she was right smack dab in the middle of her fertile period, and
knew if I somehow slipped and came inside her, she would most likely be a blimp
in nine months. But I had never cum after putting a block on myself, so for the
first time Suzi took the gamble she never thought she would take.
My attention was on our exchanging of saliva when I first realized my dick was
touching bare skin, and that skin felt awfully wet and good. Suzi's love hole
easily accepted my surging dick, her pussy haven accepted Ben's larger dick on
countless occasions. The disappointment from realizing she no longer found my
dick filling as it once had was quickly washed away by the fear of what she was
doing.
"Lock it down, my love. I trust your control over your shooting finger," she
said before laying heavily into a kiss.
I managed to remember to put the block on my orgasm after my mind had been
flushed away with her savage kiss, then removed her bra and used my magic touch
on her perky pointed tits.
Suzi pushed herself down as hard as she could, attempting to make my dick
penetrate as deeply into her dripping cunt as possible. My magic touch on her
mammaries had caused her nipples to harden and her orgasm to begin its final
climb. And in her attempts to make my dick go in deeper, she suddenly found the
tip of my dick's head pressing up against her deepest part.
We stopped and looked at each other with astonishment. I knew I had been
growing longer, but I never imagined ever reaching the end of the tunnel like
that. Suzi suddenly started wiggling about, struggling to make my dick head
stretch the end with no success.
Suzi finally gave up and started humping like mad, driving herself up the ramp
towards the peak of her orgasm. As she approached, she slowed a bit, then
violently rammed herself down and was rewarded by the feeling of my surging dick
barely stretching the fabric of her fuck hole and the triggering of her orgasm.
As her orgasm flowed through her body, my own body was dealing with the pain her
last hump had caused. Not only had she bruised my balls a little, but her hip
bone had hit mine in such a way it had hurt.
Once I had indicated I needed her to get off, she quickly complied and
apologized. Her apology was emphasized when she kissed and licked my balls,
then began her wonderful tongue work on the shaft of my dick.
I released the lock on my orgasm, then enjoyed her mouth worshipping my cock and
balls for nearly five minutes before doing a little worshipping myself on her
slimy cunt using my mouth and tongue. I was fully engrossed in attempting to
bring her to orgasm before she did the same to me when she suddenly deep
throated my dick with a skilled ease, then even managed to suck in one of my
balls before it decided to retract and begin its flushing cycle.
When she started humping my cock deeply into her throat, my eyes opened so wide
in amazement that my eyeballs probably could have popped out. But my own orgasm
had began a moment later, making my eyes close tightly as I moaned and applied
direct stimulation on her clit.
Suzi's head pulled up as I shot the first stream of my load down her throat,
making the rest of my seed flood into her mouth for her to taste and suck down
with vigor. In the heat of the moment, I overdid my attention to her pleasure
knob and caused her to momentarily shudder from the overload.
As I came down from my sexual high, the sounds of Suzi's sucking became loud and
clear to my ears. I was instantly aroused again, but not for another blow.
I lubed my left index finger with her excess wetness and wiped it on her rose,
then began the ritual relaxing techniques to loosen her anus for a little butt
fuck.
Suzi moaned as my finger penetrated her ass, then said, "Timmy.. I've been
saving my ass for you and Joey. I haven't let any of the others fuck my back
door."
I had never heard Suzi talk dirty so freely before. I loved it. As I worked my
second finger in, Suzi started fucking my face and fingers, gasping while
rubbing her face all over my hard cock.
When she was just about ready, Suzi exclaimed, "I'm not empty... Shit, I sorry
Tim."
"That's okay Suzi. If I get shit on my dick, I'll just have to wash it off
later."
"Oh God. I can't believe... Fuck my ass Tim. Fuck my shitty ass!"
Her words turned me on so much I didn't hesitate to obey them. Her ass felt as
tight as ever, and naturally caused her some momentary pain when I plunged it
into her. Suzi was on all fours as I fucked her from the rear, her pain
immediately forgotten as I started my pumping.
All too soon I felt my cum boiling in my balls, but I did nothing to prevent its
release since I had sensed her own orgasm approaching even faster. When Suzi's
ass shuddered and clenched tightly around my dick's shaft, I rammed into her as
deep as I could and shot my cum in three hard pulses.
Suzi fell forward, causing my dick to come out with a 'smck' sound. I
surprisingly found it wasn't covered by shit, so I laid down beside her, took
her hand in mine, then kissed the back of her hand like I had earlier.
"Tim?"
"Yeah Suz?"
"That was the best fuck I've had for... Well, since the last time we had sex."
"Suzi, when did you start saying fuck so much? You need to watch your mouth.
It turns me on too much."
"That's what Joey said... I guess being around you two and my three guys.."
"Suz?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you miss the old days sometimes?"
"The old days?"
"Yeah. You know. Before we had slaves. Before we started having sex regularly
with other people."
"Oh Timmy. You know I will always love you..."
That to me meant that she hadn't, and she realized it as soon as she said it.
She was about to tell me that she had missed the earlier days, but she couldn't
since it wasn't true and I knew it.
"I'm sorry," she said wrapping her arms around me and hugging my chest. "I
guess I've.."
"It's okay," I interrupted. "I'm just being selfish. I guess I feel the same
thing Joey does about you having sex with anyone other that us. I just kept it
buried under my guilt of doing the same thing you're doing. But I still miss
the old days anyway."
"You're right. You're being selfish. And so is Joey. I love you two so much I
won't ever let anyone in my back door except you two. And .." she said before
turning her head so I couldn't see her face.
I probed her thoughts and feelings, then continued for her.
"We haven't promised you anything similar. But you know what? Whenever I have
had sex with another woman, I have compared her to you. Never have I found
someone who I would rather spend my whole life worshipping and loving than you.
Say the word, and I'll make myself never make love or have sex with anyone but
you. Just say the word and I will become your everlasting sex toy and slave.
I'd give up my life, my freedom, my soul for you. You and you alone. You are
my true love, forever yours, forever love."
I felt her tear drip onto my chest, followed by its twin from the other eye.
She knew I was monitoring every thought and feeling she had, so she didn't do
anything but give me a squeeze and a kiss on my chest where she laid.
The next thing we knew, Joey was gently shaking my shoulder, trying his best not
to wake Suzi.
I immediately saw that soft look in his eye, and smiled as he sat down next to
us on the bed.
"Sorry to wake you, but your patient was wandering around asking people to fuck
her in her shitty ass."
"My patient?" I repeated, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"LeAnne? Remember her?"
"Oh shit..." I said a little too loud and waking Suzi.
"Tim?" Suzi said stretching with her eyes shut. "Could you get Joey up here? I
feel like a little group lovin'"
"You rang?" Joey said as he gave Suzi a soft kiss on her cheek.
"MMmm.. Joey, I'm feeling really horny. Could you fuck my ass?" Suzi said in
a husky voice as she slipped her puss over my pole.
"Shit," Joey and I both said.
"Please, Joey? Timmy misses the old days. And I haven't had a two way fucking
since the last time we did it together."
"Shit, Suzi. If you keep talking like that, I won't even make it inside you
before I shoot."
I saw the twinkle in Suzi's eyes as she cried out, "Oh! Timmy.. You got so BIG!
Fuck me Big Tim! Fuck my slutty cunt. OH JOEY! HURRY UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Joey didn't even finish pulling his pants off. He fumbled to get it out of his
underpants then almost missed her puckering anus when he did get it out. Suzi
gave out a small cry from the pain of his quick entry, and then gave another
when he pulled back. Joey's was still larger around than mine, but I was at
least a good inch longer in length at last check.
Joey and Suzi quickly got into sync, and I started to participate in the humping
motions. I linked our orgasms together and we all started working towards
getting us over the peak.
We must have really been going at it because the next thing I knew we were
covered in sweat and feeling the cum in our balls start to make it's journey
out.
When I felt the first impulse to spurt, I suddenly remembered Suzi's condition
and panicked.
"GET OFF!" I screamed and commanded as my dick began to launch. It had passed
the point where I could stop it, so my only option had been to force her off me.
No sooner than my dick's head pulled out of her did a jet of my semen squirted
out onto her crotch. Joey had not only thrown himself backwards off the bed,
but he landed two feet away from the bed's edge and hit his head fairly hard.
Suzi nearly fell off the bed herself, then took precious moments to balance her
weight and sit up as my cum dribbled across her vagina.
I leapt off the bed towards the drawer of sex aids and lubricants and dug out
the spermicide before Suzi even realized what had happened. But by the time I
had got back to give her the tube of spermicide, she had already wiped my spunk
away from her opening with the bed sheets and quickly started applying the
spermicide.
"What the fuck was that for?" Joey said holding his hand on the back of his
head. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, then said, "Shit, I'm
bleeding."
He sat down so I could take a took a look at him, finding he had a small cut,
the beginnings of a large lump, but otherwise he was okay.
I wrapped my arms around him from behind and gave him a hug.
"You'll be okay. It's just a small cut. I'm sorry. It was my fault. I forgot
that it was that time of the month and didn't put the block on my trigger. When
I felt it start to blow, I remembered and I guess I panicked. I'm real sorry,"
I said kissing his cheek and gave him another squeeze.
"That's okay. I'm not gonna be a baby about it. Shit. After the way Suzi
talked to us, I completely forgot myself."
Suzi slid off the bed to crawl onto Joey's lap and said, "I'm sorry too. I knew
talking dirty would make you both go nuts like that. I've been practicing with
Ben and the others and... Joey? I know you don't like the sex I've been having
with them, but only you and Tim will ever have my back door. It's my way of
showing you I love you more than any of them."
Joey looked down at her breasts, not actually meaning to look at them
specifically, but he found himself enjoying the view... well anyway, he said,
"Thanks Suz. I... Well, I've sorta been thinking about cooling it with the
others and spending more time with you if you'd let me. I'd even let Tim make
me never want to have sex with any girl but you."
"Oh Joey..." Suzi said with another pair of tears getting ready to fall. She
moved so she could put her head on his other shoulder while hugging him like I
was.
We sat there for a few minutes just one big hugging mess of flesh before Joey
jumped and said, "Holy shit. I forgot all about LeAnne!"
Joey explained how LeAnne had been walking up and down the halls in a daze and
had asked at least three different guys to fuck her shitty ass before Joey was
able to reach her. He convinced her to follow him back up to the drawing room
next door, promising her he would fuck her ass as soon as he grabbed a few
things. The reason he hadn't brought her in the room where we were was because
he wasn't sure how she would react to seeing Suzi and I nude like we were.
I reached out with my mind finding LeAnne had wandered off again, this time
actually wandering outside and found someone willing to do what she asked.
Craig Worth had been going out to his car to leave for his co-op job when she
had walked up to him without a coat or sweater on and asked him to fuck her ass.
The cold had caused her nipples to show, mostly because at one point LeAnne's
dazed mind had removed her bra and had thrown it out the window.
They were just getting into his car when I snapped her out of it and made Craig
forget the whole thing. I brought LeAnne back up to the room, the three of us
quickly getting dressed before she arrived.
"I should be furious with you," LeAnne said when she opened the door.
"But you're not?" I asked.
"No, I'm too confused to be mad. I feel better, but I can't explain why. How
did you do all that?"
"The how isn't important," I stated, reinforcing it with a mental command.
"Just worry about sorting out what you want now, and you'll be okay I think.
Sorry about forgetting about you after Suzi and I.. you know."
"I can't believe I let myself feel all of that. I kept telling myself I needed
to stop... whatever it was, but I just couldn't make myself do it. Oh God. I
asked Mr. Perry to... to.. Oh my God!"
"Hey," I said when she buried her face in her hands. "Don't worry about Mr.
Perry or anyone else you asked to fuck your ass. They don't remember you asking
them. I've already taken care of that."
I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that Mr. Perry would have loved to
have taken her up on her offer, but he couldn't have said so in public like
that. During his thirty-five years of teaching, Mr. Perry had managed to have
sex with at least fifteen of his teenage girl biology students, and at one time
had three girls in the sack with him at the same time. But he hadn't had much
success for the past seven years, having only gotten a blow job last year from a
girl failing his class. She had come to him and offered it in exchange for a
passing grade.
Seeing Mr. Perry as a pretty decent guy, never having forced anything on his
lovers or done anything that I felt was really wrong, I made a note to myself to
see about helping him get some before he retired at the end of the year.
I checked LeAnne out to see if there was anything I needed to fix and to find
out what had happened exactly. It turns out LeAnne's subconscious had been so
absorbed in Suzi's and my sexual activity that she had almost been brainwashed
into having the sex again. I had put her into the dream state so her conscious
mind could actively process Suzi's physical experience like in a dream, but her
subconscious had been left in control otherwise.
Seeing there wasn't anything to do but wait for LeAnne to work things out for
herself, I explained this to her and told her to come and see me on Monday
sometime so I could make sure she was okay. LeAnne said goodbye and was closing
the door behind her, then paused and frowned.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I was just.. I'm not really sure if you really deserve it.. I think you have
helped me, so... I'm trying to say thank you and just can't... never mind."
she said in an uncertain tone and closed the door.
"Fuck," I said to an empty room.
It was Friday, halfway through the last period, and I was tired. I laid down on
the unmade bed and fell asleep thinking about Suzi's party.
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I had forgotten all about LeAnne by Monday morning. I was locking our private
room's door after school when a voice called my name. I was a little surprised
to see LeAnne running towards me with a face of desperation, and she almost
knocked me over when she fell to her knees and started to cry trying to tell me
something that I wasn't getting a word of.
"LeAnne! What is it? Stop crying and just tell me?"
She managed to gather enough self control to whimper, "I'm losing control..
Please help me?"
I knelt on the floor and tried to comfort her while she sobbed. When she had
worked out enough of her emotions to calm down a bit, I opened the door again
and took her inside.
"Ever since having that sex thing with you, I haven't been able to stop thinking
about it. I've had flashbacks, daydreams, and all day today I have had problems
keeping my eyes off of boys and even had to stop myself from... touching myself
during lunch. I don't want to be doing any of this, but... my animal is taking
over..."
"Your animal? I understand what you're talking about, but I don't think you can
separate yourself into what is animal and not animal. That to me is just going
to lead you back to your original problem."
"It doesn't matter. I can't stop it anymore. I almost tried to touch Rich
Ambaster's butt just to see how it felt. This morning I only had problems with
keeping my eyes from wandering to the guys, but it got worse and worse and
worse... See?" she said after her hand landed in my lap and squeezed my thigh.
"I can't stop myself from doing it. I feel like someone else is running my
body."
"Does it make you feel good to do it?" I asked allowing her hand to work it's
way towards my crotch.
"NO! It makes me.. well, it doesn't make me feel anything. I just know I'm not
supposed to do it, but I can't help it.."
"Shit. You didn't even feel Suzi's orgasms. I see what you mean. I think you
have developed a separate consciousness of some kind and it's working against
your intelligent one. Yep. The animal inside you isn't letting you feel
anything good until you give it what it wants. Very interesting."
"Interesting?!? Are saying I have multiple personalities?!?"
"No.. Not personalities. Just.. Well, let me put it in the terms you've been
thinking of them. You separated your desires and drives into two categories,
the good and the bad, then suppressed anything you had put in the bad category.
A lot of those things you were suppressing were not actually bad, like sexual
attraction and wanting to have close friends. So now that I helped you see you
need a lot of them and made you experience some of them, it looks like your
subconscious is siding with the feelings you've been suppressing all this time."
"But how do I get control back? I'm just getting worse. I think I'm about to
unzip your pants.."
"I'm not sure you can," I said as my zipper went down. "I could make you keep
control, but then you wouldn't really be in control as much as being unable to
do certain things except under certain conditions."
"There has to be something else you can do," she said as she struggled to keep
her hand out of my pants.
"Maybe.. I can't think of anything right now," I said as her hand won and
squeezed my crotch through my underwear. "There probably are several ways to
let you take control back without me interfering. You probably should go see a
shrink. I don't want to make you any worse than.."
"I think I know of a way," she said after suddenly finding herself able to pull
her hand back. "Give me a moment to think about it."
I waited patiently for nearly ten minutes, before she looked into my eyes and
said with complete seriousness, "I need you to teach me how to be a.... what is
the word... a slut."
My mouth fell open from the shock.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked as I scanned her mind.
"It's a form of desensitizing myself to what the animal wants. From what I have
seen, you're more than qualified to train me like a slut, and I suppose I trust
you to not take advantage of me. As long as I am doing what the animal wants
without giving it control while I do it, I'll be able to keep myself from doing
it when I don't want to."
"Shit. You're serious. And I think you're right. But... Are you sure? I mean
what if.."
"Don't say it. I already considered all the possibilities. I need your help,
and I offer to be your slut for as long as it takes. The deal is you stop me if
I lose control, but otherwise make me do everything that isn't harmful to me you
can think of."
We discussed this for several hours before she finally convinced me.
"I don't think this will be too hard," she said as we walked down the hall.
"Oh?" I said surprised.
"Well, how hard could it be?"
"Girl, you don't have a clue, do you. Well, just remember it was your idea, and
once we start, you won't have a choice but to finish it. Clear?"
"I've never quit when I've faced a challenge before, I won't this time either."
Before we split company, I said, "Starting tomorrow, your training to be the
sluttiest slut on the planet will begin. Whether you like it or not."
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