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The first 10 chapters of this story are available at:
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And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
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>This posting contains:

Chapter XI(c):  10th Grade, Spring 1987
      Part 7 - Apartments 6c and 9c             (mf, very young incest)
      Part 8 - In the Name of Fatherhood        (mc, mf)


>The next posting contains:

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

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 7 - Apartments 6c and 9c
(mf, very young incest)

"Hi," I said, standing in the hall with two bottles of drink in my hands.

"Hi," Kim replied a little nervous.

She was still in her uniform, having just gotten home from a hellish day at
work.  Despite everything that had happened between her and Corben, she had been
amazed that the sergeant hadn't reassigned them with different partners.  The
entire day on patrol had been a long battle of nerves.  And it was quite plain
on her face she had reconsidered and was about to send me away.

"Wow," I said.

"Huh?  Wow what?"

"You know what they say about uniforms.  It just kind of hit me, that's all."

She gave me a somewhat blank look, then was in the process of gathering her
courage up when I said, "I guess I better work on those pick up lines a little
more, huh?"

Kim's stressed expression gave way to a slight smile, and for a moment I thought
she was going to ask me in.  But when a neighbor walked by, she suddenly felt
conspicuous.

"Tim, I'm sorry.  We can't do this.  I have to ask you to..."

I sighed and called her neighbor back to her door.

"Can I help you young man?" the mid fifties woman asked.

"Yeah.  How well do you know Kim?"

"Why, I don't know...  She's been living here for.. oh...  five years?  She
isn't noisy, and it is such a comfort to know we have a police officer just
right down the hall..."

"Yeah, but what about boy friends.  Does she bring many men in?"

"Well, I don't really pay much attention to things like that, but yes.  She has
had a few male friends over."

"Good.  So what about me?  Anything unusual about me bringing expensive
champagne to her door?  Would you even think twice about it if one morning I
open the door to get the paper wearing only a towel while you walk by?"

"Well, I wouldn't be all that surprised.  I've seen it before, you know.  Now
I've got to get back to my baking.  Good luck, you two," she said with a smile.

"I can't believe you did that," she said, still blocking the doorway.  "It will
be all over the apartment in minutes!"

"What will?"

"You know what will.  Now I'm afraid you will have to leave," she said, starting
to feel ill.

"Hey," I said, truly concerned.  "I promise, no funny business.  You don't look
so good."

"I..  Damnit," she said, moving aside to let me pass.

I helped her to the couch, and began probing her to find out what was wrong.

"Shit," I said under my breath.  Then to her, "You're so stressed out that I'm
getting a headache just feeling you out."

"Feeling me out?  You said no funny business."

"Sorry.  Bad choice of words," I said lifting her legs up onto the couch.  "Just
lay here for a minute while I get a wash cloth."

"What do you need..." she started as I turned into her bedroom.

I found a clean wash cloth, and only took a moment examining her very messy bed
room.  At least the bed was fairly decent, even if we wouldn't get to use it
that night.

She was sitting up when I returned, her head almost between her legs as the room
spun around her.

"Hey, now.  I said to stay laying down.  Come on, Kim.  Just trust me.  I know
what I'm doing.  Or would you rather go to the hospital and have it put down on
your record that you suffered a nervous breakdown?  That's what's happening."

"I am not having a nnnnervous breakdown," she said shaking all over.  Then she
groaned and started getting sick.

"Shit," I said, leaping to grab a pot that was sitting in the sink.  I managed
to get it to her before she upchucked her lunch, then after giving the anti-barf
commands to myself, I dumped the mess down the toilet and rinsed the pot out.
After having to repeat the whole process one more time, I finally was able to
wet the cloth and started to wipe her face down.

"Thanks.  That does make me feel better," she said after a few minutes of laying
on her back while I swabbed her face and neck.

"You know what you need?" I said a few minutes later.

"What?"

"You need some good old fashioned mothering, that's all."

"My mother died when I was six," she admitted.

"Oh.  Sorry.  Kim, if I promise to be good, would you let me give you a little
TLC?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't you trust me yet?"

"No, it's not that.  I don't trust myself.  And I don't think I could stand..."
she said, tensing up.

"Hey..  Close your eyes, and relax.  Auntie Tim is here," I said in an auntie
sounding voice.

"But I.." she said.

I looked in her eyes and moved my face closer.  Her expression froze as the
inches between us slowly decreased, then parted her lips in an expectant way
when I reached the last inch.

I whispered, "You don't have to trust yourself.  Just trust me.  Just.. trust...
me..."

She gently nodded, but didn't close her mouth in case I finished my descent.  I
was tempted... Man was I tempted.  But I knew she wasn't ready yet.

I felt sorry for her.  I mean, when I first met her, she was a strong,
confident, fast thinking, and a steady on her feet woman who could have probably
stopped a locomotive with just will power.  But now, just barely a month later,
she was frail and very vulnerable, her will power and energy almost completely
used up.

Sure, I could have had my way with her, and she would have willingly gone along
with it too.  But afterwards, what then?  I came to her for her intelligence,
not to fuck myself silly for a few hours.  Actually, I still had high hopes to
do both, but only if she wouldn't hate herself or me later.

We were still staring into each other's eyes, our breaths in each other's faces
when I said, "I'm going to help you take your uniform off, then I'm going to
give you a massage.  Just relax and let me do all the work, okay?"

"Yess.." she said faintly.  She wasn't in a trance, but yet she didn't seem to
be completely aware.  I peeked inside her head and found that she had given up
her struggle altogether, blindly trusting me and not concerning herself with the
possible consequences.

This wasn't what I had in mind, but I was too aroused by her helpless state to
care.  She was as relaxed as she was going to get without drugs or physical
therapy, and I figured the best physical therapy would be the sexual kind.  But
first I needed to fix the cause of her problems.

"Listen to me," I said as formed the commands. "You do not need to worry about
other people finding out about us.  No one will ever suspect that I am any
younger than you are.  And as far as Corben is concerned, you will look upon it
as a mistake, and nothing more.  It was his fault for not checking to see if the
conference room would be free.

"Tomorrow, you are going find someplace private and finish giving Corben that
blowjob.  Then afterwards, you tell him you want to remain friends, but nothing
more.  You will not find his boyish face any more attractive than anyone else's.

"Kim, I need to know what you truly want.  I'm going to ask you a question.
Don't concern yourself with anything but the first reply you think of.  Here is
the question.  Would you like us to make love to each other tonight? Yes or no."

"...Yes."

"Good...." I said, rubbing her cheek with the back of my hand.  Her face frowned
for a moment, then it melted away.

"Kim, why did you frown a moment ago?"

"Spander...  He touched my cheek like that after...."

"Oh..." I said, finding she had developed stronger feelings for Spander than I
had first realized.

I did a deeper scan of Kim's mind, revealing a not so innocent background as her
demeanor suggested.  In fact, besides having a thing for younger looking
men/boys, she had another fetish more fitting for her line of work.  I had never
really experienced any real bondage besides the time I was tied up and drugged
by Penny's parents.  But Kim's memory of looking in the mirror while wearing her
dominatrix police outfit made my dick snap back to attention and struggle for
action.

Kim was sixteen when she had started exploring giving sexual pleasure to a tied
up male.  She had been babysitting two boys who were three and five years
younger than she was, playing an old familiar game of cops and robbers.  Kim at
the time had already decided to become a police officer like her father, so she
hadn't minded playing the part of the cop when the boys had asked her to play.

The older boy, Gary, had paid enough attention to her body with his eyes to tell
Kim he had been imagining what she looked like without clothes.  Although Kim
was flattered that he had found her attractive, some of his comments had been
bordering on being insulting.  And to make matters worse, his younger brother
Peter was trying to imitate him, saying things he obviously didn't mean or
really didn't understand.

So Kim had decided to teach them a lesson.  Once she captured them, she tied
them up to where they were helpless, then she teased them seductively before
deciding they had enough.

But as she reached around Gary to untie his hands, he whimpered not to untie
him, and begged her to continue her teasing.  That's when she accidentally
brushed up against his lumpy crotch, causing both of them to gasp.  His helpless
face and voice stirred up her desire and lust like water on a grease fire,
creating this powerful urge to sexually tease him in more direct ways.

Kim's head moved towards the thirteen year old's clothed crotch, her eyes locked
onto her target while her tongue prepared to do some licking.  She had given her
last boyfriend head once and had vowed never to do it again.  But her lust
demanded her do something, so she ran her tongue over his jeans crotch, making
Gary cum on the fourth pass.

Kim babysat Gary and Peter three more times before their parents decided Gary
could watch his brother alone.  But that didn't stop their fun.  It became a
regular after school event, especially the following year when Kim and Gary were
both going to high school and came home on the same bus.  Somehow Gary managed
to keep Peter's big mouth shut about what went on while their parents weren't
there.  And by the time Peter had turned thirteen, he was an active (actually
passive) participant in Kim's increasing sexual torments.

During the time she and Gary went to high school together, Kim resisted taking
either of their virginities.  But the summer following her first year of higher
education, she took her two 'men' and fucked them back into boys.  Gary had lost
his virginity while she had been away, but Kim had the honor of being Peter's
first.

I had known some of this from my scans the day I met her in the hospital.  But
for some reason, I never uncovered her desire to tie her lovers up and keep them
fully aroused for long periods of time before letting them cum.  Kim wasn't
looking to conquer her lovers, just sedate them with her sexual teasing while
she plays with them like the toys they were.  Because she didn't wish to
dominate her lovers, I must have overlooked that part of her background.

I checked to see who had been the last person she had played cops and robbers
with, and to my surprise it had been Gary and his wife Anna.  Gary had found a
woman who was into light bondage like himself, but she was also dominating in
nature, quite unlike Kim.  While Gary had humored her orders at first, he
eventually started avoiding their sexual play, and it reached a point where his
marriage was suffering.  After talking it over with his brother, he called Kim
up for her advice and help.

Gary convinced Kim to help him in an unusual way.  He and his wife came to Kim's
apartment the next weekend to give Anna a taste of what Gary had been hoping to
receive from her.  Anna was fully aware of what was supposed to take place, and
secretly planned to take over the activities to show Gary and Kim who was really
in control.

Anna's plan backfired, however.  Kim's training had kicked in when Anna
attempted to cuff her, easily flipping her would be captor onto her stomach and
using the same pair of cuffs on her before even realizing what she had done.

Anna's nasty attitude from the failure of her little plan made Kim angry and
Gary miserable.  So Kim tried her 'expertease' on Anna after completely
immobilizing her.  Despite neither woman having any interest in doing anything
sexual to another woman, Kim quickly adapted to the situation, and apparently so
did Anna.  Kim managed to bring Anna to an orgasm without ever taking off Anna's
panties or touching her bare tits.  Anna was so... grateful(?) to her, she
offered her blessing if Greg and Kim wanted to have sex.

When neither Greg or Kim indicated their desire either way, Anna actually
insisted, then begged.  I think it was an attempt to regain some control over
the situation, and it didn't take any more prodding for Kim to have one last
fuck with her old playmate.

That had been over a year ago.  Since joining the police force, Kim had only two
other lovers, both of which didn't care to be helpless while they could have
been fucking.  She missed the days with Greg and Peter, especially after losing
contact with her three college lovers that she had kept tied up nearly every
weekend while living at school.

But Spander's simple caress had stirred up her longing to have someone close to
her heart.  Even though she had cared for the men she had sex with, she never
actually felt any real love in the relationships.  Even Greg had been just a
friend to her, and that had been the leading reason she hadn't taken his
virginity from him.  She still somewhat regretted having taken Peter's, but
Peter apparently never did.  And of all the males, she probably cared for Peter
the most since he had been her little 'man'.

While I had been scanning her mind for all this, I had been unconsciously
stroking her cheek some more, causing her arms to get goosebumps.

Her eyes were shut, her breathing had slowed, and by the time I had finished my
scan, she appeared completely asleep.  But the moment I removed my hand from her
face, she opened her eyes and said "thank you" with a warm smile.

I hadn't seen her smile so beautiful before and returned the smile.  Our eyes
seemed locked on each other's smiling faces, neither of us wanting to look away.
She reached out and brought the hand I had been using on her cheek to her lips,
then gave it a few soft kisses.

My heart started to race with excitement as her soft lips parted and sucked my
index finger in.  Our eyes were still locked onto each other's expressions, and
I could see she was very good at this form of sexual play.

I have never had a woman who could suck on my finger and make it as erotic as
she did.  Her tongue had instantly covered my finger with her mouth's wetness,
stimulating it with feather soft touches of her tongue and lips.  So soft, so
gentle were these touches, my nerves in my finger were having trouble deciding
whether there was something touching or not.  Within a few minutes, my finger
was tingling all over, nearing the sensation of what a cock feels when inside a
hot wet pussy.

She knew I wasn't going to just sit there and take it for much longer, so
finally she pulled it out of her mouth, then gave it a few sensuous licks before
she sighed.

"I thought you said you were going to give me a massage?" she said a bit too
innocently a few moments later.  Our eyes were still locked on each other's
faces, and I had to blink several times before comprehending her words.

"I'll give you the best massage in you life," I said softly, my face showing the
energy I hadn't used in my words.  "But first..."

This time when my face came within an inch or two of hers, I didn't stop until
her parting lips were against mine.  Our tongues collided twice before we
managed to get them into the other's mouth.  Within seconds of beginning what
was supposed to be a heartfelt kiss, I was on top of her putting every bit of my
energy into kissing the incredibly hot woman underneath that uniform.

Her hands were pulling my shirt up my back while mine were busy trying to get
her buttoned shirt unbuttoned.  When she had worked my shirt up over my head, I
sat up straddling her tummy, pulled my arms and head out of my shirt, then
tossed it to the floor. In a surge of frustration and desire, I reached down and
ripped her shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere.

I paused a moment taking in the wonderful volume that her bra contained.  Then I
snaked my hands out to feel their size, but was intercepted by their owner's
hands grabbing my arms and pulling me back on down on top of her.

Man was she strong!  She held me against her while she teased my own nipples
with her incredible lips, then sent her hands down to my ass and pulled my
crotch up to her mouth.

The sounds she made while muzzling, licking, and sucking my seriously hard lump
through my jeans was driving me crazy, and when she somehow managed to force a
mouthful of saliva through the cloth onto the head of my dick, I felt the first
sensations of an orgasm starting.

But Kim wasn't about to let me cum yet.  She turned down her fire and pulled my
ass back down her body by my back pockets.  The look on my face must have really
turned her on though because after she looked at me, she sucked in deep breath
and didn't let it out until after she finished her rapid fire humps while she
came.

I was extremely aroused by all this, wanting to plunge my dick into her fuck
hole really bad.  But I had other plans, and wanted to put off fucking her until
at least after I had given her a mind blowing massage.  So as a compromise, I
promised myself I would take her virgin ass after warming up on her front door.

As Kim started to regain her senses, I got off her and used my muscles with a
little help of my abilities to quickly flip her over onto her stomach and unhook
her bra.

Kim started to say something just as my hands started kneading her still highly
tensed shoulders.  Her voice faded to the last vestiges of a breath she had been
holding in the last month.  She went limp as I focused my hands on working out
the knots and tension she had been collecting for far too long.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, then a few minutes later realized I would
be stiff myself if I continued to work like that.  So after bending down close
to her ear, I gently asked if we could move onto the floor so I could have more
room to maneuver.

Her speech was thick with that of a subject deeply hypnotized, but again, she
wasn't in any trance, just completely lost in her relaxation to bother moving
her tongue too quickly.  I barely understood that she had agreed as long as I
didn't stop.

I moved the coffee table against the wall on the far side of the room, then
turned around and found Kim in the middle of the carpeted floor on her stomach
already.  My eyes glanced over to the bra still laying on the couch, but fought
against my disappointment knowing that Kim was purposely teasing me that way.

She said nothing when I walked past her and got down on my knees behind her.  I
took her left foot and started rubbing with both hands through the black sock. I
worked one hand up the foot and ankle to the top of the sock, then slowly worked
the sock down and off while making her skin tingle with just a little bit of my
magic touch.

Kim jumped a little when I ran my tongue up the tender part of her foot, but
didn't give any further reaction as I began bathing her foot in my spit while
working her other sock off with my hands.

Once her other sock was flying through the air behind me, I moved my slobbering
mouth over to her other tasty foot.  It is amazing how much saliva one can put
out if you just know how to do it.  It was starting to drip down to her thigh
before I turned off the faucet in my mouth, then I worked my hands down her
smooth legs under her slacks, rubbing my spit in as much as I could.

I tired of that fairly quickly, finding her pants in the way of anything really
interesting.  So I gently placed her glistening wet feet on the floor, spread
her legs ever so slightly, then crawled up her body, dragging my very hard
crotch up her left leg and across her ass before coming to a stop.

Her breathing was almost as hard as mine, and she was sweating from her
excitement.  I licked the ear that she wasn't laying on, then teased the corner
of her mouth with my tongue.  But all she did was smile in a manner that teased
me more than I had teased her.

I sat up with a jerk, sitting on her ass a moment before straddling it and
reaching down to her shoulders with my hands.  As I moved my hands all over her
back, I started using my magic touch in short little bursts.  I mechanically
went over her back in a repeating pattern, letting myself daydream a little
about what I wanted to do next while I worked Kim towards a near blissful state
of relaxation.

When my arms started getting tired, I broke my pattern and brought my hands
around her sides and brushed my fingertips across the sides of her breasts.  The
instant I made contact, I turned up my magic touch for a moment, producing a
deep groan from Kim as her tits felt like they were have their own little
orgasm.

I repeated this three times, each time extending both the contact and the magic
touch. On the fourth pass I forced my hands underneath her, slipped my body off
hers to the right, then pulled her over my lap and onto her back, feasting my
eyes on her lovely juicy tits.

Now I had seen my fair share of breasts.  Big breasts, small breasts, average,
and everything in between.  I had also sucked many of those, but I had never
before seen breasts so white, with nipples so brightly pink, or with such
firmness for their larger than average size.  My mouth watered as I began
kneading her incredible flesh, watching her nipples harden and rise, then
finally gave in to my desire to taste them.

I dived into them, slobbering and sucking one as I continued my kneading of the
other.  My adrenaline was pumping while I smeared my face all over her wet
breasts, my desire rising with each moment, causing me to get a little careless.
I began surging my magic touch while I roughened my groping, driving Kim nearly
senseless with the miniature orgasms I was causing.

While I was attempting to suck as much of her right tit inside my mouth as I
could, Kim suddenly wrapped her arms around my head to press my mouth and teeth
into her orgasmic flesh.  The pain in my jaw caused by her strength brought me
back to my senses very quickly.  When after a few moments Kim didn't let go, I
was forced to override the muscles in her arms and loosen her grip enough for me
to escape.

I sat up, straddling her waist, feeling my very full hardon struggle to find
that more comfortable position in my cramped pants.  Looking down at Kim's
glistening breasts while she started to roughly handle them herself, the desire
to fuck those gorgeous tits hit me like a locomotive.  I unzipped my jeans to
release my anxious and not so little buddy, then let him happily lead the way up
between the two mounds of soft flesh.

Kim immediately started to object, but when she felt my dick's magic touch
against her breasts' skin, having the same sensation as when a prick was
entering her pussy, her sentence ended in a moan, then her hands pushed her
breasts together to close the gap around my prick.

The precum which had been flowing steadily out of my dick helped lubricate her
sweating and spit covered breasts as I started the slow pumping motion.  After
the first eight or nine pumps, my speed was at a decent enough speed to make her
breasts quiver from my movement.  While this sight combined with the sensations
her wonderful breasts were having on my fully hardened prick were very erotic
and good, there was something missing to complete the experience.

The instant I realized what it was, I sent the commands without thinking about
it.  Her head eagerly shot up and her tongue began actively licking me whenever
my dick's head appeared on the other side of her breasts.  The picture was
complete, but I felt my satisfaction fading, so I thrusted harder and harder
until my dick's head was entering her sucking lips.

On a final powerful thrust, my dick split her breasts apart and my head fully
entered her mouth, spurting its seed into her surprised mouth.  Her initial
reaction was one of horror, but I triggered her own orgasm to begin, and then
made her suck me off like a whore when she started to choke from my continuing
filling of her hot mouth.

Despite the arousal I had altering her to satisfy me, the interruption of my
orgasm to perform these mental tasks had resulted in ruining its intensity.  And
once I had calmed down enough to look at Kim still eagerly sucking on my dick,
the displeasure of what I had done killed what was left of my after cum high.

For a moment, I didn't recognize her.  I had turned her into a cum loving bitch
who minutes before would have never allowed someone to cum inside her mouth. And
the worst part about it was she was pretty good at it.  I was already hard again
from her swooshing tongue and feather soft lips moving themselves up and down my
tingling cock...

When I realized she was bringing me quickly to full arousal again, I knew how to
fix my little screw up.  I had her stop, pulled my dick out of her mouth, and
had her assume the tit fucking position again.  Once I was back up to fucking
speed, I blanked her memory of what had happened up to the point right before I
had made her use her tongue on the head of my dick.

This time, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations I was receiving
only.  I nearly jumped off her when I felt her tongue again, finding her
attempting to bring her orgasm to peak by trying something she felt was the
thing to do even if she couldn't remember the source.

I saw Kim make another decision that wasn't formed from the hidden memories. Her
hands let go of her tits and pulled me back down her body until our faces her
aligned.  I felt her hands struggling to undo her slacks, so I got off her a
moment and pulled them and her panties off, then shook my own jeans off my legs.

The moment I got down on the floor with her, Kim took control of the situation.
Before I could resist, she had me pinned to the floor and moments later had her
hot, very wet cunt slipping over my pole.

She wasn't a bad fit, actually.  I was surprised at the slight tightness her
pussy still retained.  And Kim used it well, driving me into a desperate state
quickly, then resisting my every attempt to take me over the edge.  Her own
orgasm was far from reaching that point, and that was probably the way she
wanted it.

The weight of a full grown woman on top of me was becoming a more familiar
feeling to me.  But it was still an exciting sensation to feel the extra weight,
the curvier and fuller shape pressing down on you from above.  Of the few fully
grown women I had intercourse with at the time, Kim was most definitely the
largest and heaviest.  She wasn't overweight or a larger boned woman, just... I
don't know.  More dense in mass perhaps?  Besides having a great pair of breasts
and matching ass, Kim's body didn't have all that much body fat.  Oh, but she
was a bit taller than the average woman, but not that much. Maybe it was the
muscles her job required her to have.

So this combined with her slight tightness was really getting me desperate to
fuck harder, but as I was helpless to do so, I found myself about to take
matters into my own hands again.

I didn't.  Before I reached that point, I decided I had to withstand it without
letting myself take the easy way out.  If anything else, I figured it could
actually help me against some future attempt by Steven to make me lose control.
So, I stopped my struggling and allowed Kim to keep me at the level which only
the twins had been able to maintain before.

Sometime during my dazed state of desperation, my mind brought up the domination
game Holly and I had played while inside Beanies trailer.  The image of Holly's
face twisted by her orgasms then relaxing when she passed out repeated in my
mind three or four times.  Penny's face, Julie's face, LeAnne's, Joy's, and
finally Suzi's face, all took turns displaying their most intense orgasms of
their lives while fucking me.  I loved each one in a way unique to the rest, and
Kim would be added to the collection of faces twisted by Tim's orgasmic power.
But not yet, I decided.  She first would do it her way before we would do it my
way.

Somehow she sensed my mind had wandered off, for at that point in my thoughts
she licked my lips. She teased me with her tongue and lips for several long
minutes before her own arousal made teasing no longer acceptable.

I managed to put a block on my own orgasm so I wouldn't shoot off before she
did, then found my mouth being invaded by a very active tongue and concentrated
on the oral battle at hand.  This battle didn't last very long, for we were both
short of breath as it was, and this made it even worse.  But when her grip
slipped and I found my right arm free, I quickly took advantage of it by
slipping it down to her left tit which was pressed tightly against me.

The moment my fingers touched her tit, her mind recalled the earlier sensations
my magic touch had given her and somehow recreated the sensation without my
involvement.

The discomfort from her mouth emitting a very loud moan right in my ear was
washed away by the sensations of her cunt spasming madly while she humped me
with a new passion.  She got up on her hands to thrust even more powerfully,
freeing my own hands to attach themselves to her bouncing mammaries.

When she came, she came with a high pitched screech that was probably heard down
the hall by you know who.  I was so preoccupied by these things, I forgot to
release my own orgasm with hers, and found her lowering herself on top of me
before I realized my error.

I don't think I had felt that aroused and that frustrated since the previous
summer when Carol teased me with her body while I was drugged.  But I was in
full control of myself, knowing I couldn't just take what I wanted without
obtaining permission and preparing her first.

The problem was, Kim was worn out.  She had done all the work for nearly an
hour, and her orgasm had satisfied her lust completely.  Her mind wasn't quite
to the point of regretting anything yet, but I knew she would be feeling guilty
for putting me through all that.  If I had cum with her, that would have been
different.  But since I hadn't, Kim would start thinking she had used me, then
blow things out of proportion from there.

I quickly ran through my options, but didn't see any way out without altering
her mind somehow.  When Kim said something softly, I didn't catch it and asked
her to repeat it.

"I said, I'm a bit thirsty," Kim said in a stronger voice.

As Kim started to get up off of me, her words strangely echoed in my head.
Something was very important about this, but my slightly dazed mind wasn't
letting it register.  I was thinking she should be thirsty after all the
sweating we had done, then remembered how she had puked earlier and probably
needed to replenish the liquids she had lost.  Then my mind flickered to my need
to fuck her ass, and finally made the all important connection.

"Kill two birds with one fucking big boulder," said to myself as I got up.  My
hardon hadn't gone down at all from the expectation of pounding her ass, and
again it led the way, but this time towards the two champagne bottles of the
purple drink.

I wasn't easy to convince Kim to drink any of it, but I used her guilty
conscience against her by allowing her to make the assumption I hadn't cum yet.
Of course I had, and she had even sucked it out of me a bit, but since she
didn't remember that, I only failed to correct her on the matter when I saw it
would get her to comply.

Even then, she didn't drink very much.  She was only planning on doing enough to
even the score and didn't want to get that deep into it again.  But once it had
started making her feel better, I talked her into drinking another swallow, then
another, and then another. At that point she had enough of the stuff in her to
suggest she might just enjoy another round.

Fifteen minutes and two glasses later, she was on her back flat on the floor
with my face in her very wet puss, trying her best to get more of my tongue and
mouth inside her.  I knew she was ready for the next stage when her legs tried
to wrap around my head, so I slipped inside her and withdrew it covered with her
juice, then rubbed it against her exposed and already winking rose.

She moaned a no, but her ass was saying yes to my trained senses, so I
lubricated her rose with her juices a few more times before slipping my first
finger in her relaxed anus up to the first joint.

Her body instantly stiffened when her ass clamped down hard on my finger, then
she let out an airy but clear "no" that made me think she might not allow me to
continue.  When her ass released its grip on my finger and I pressed my finger
in to the second joint, her body stiffened again, but this time she only let out
her breath when she relaxed.

On the third try, I had my finger all the way in and found her gasp and small
moan quite encouraging.  A minute later, I was slowly pulling it out, then
sliding it back in with the only resistance being her ass clasping from reflex.

Once I was sliding in and out with ease, I worked the second finger, then
finally a third.  At this point Kim was actively participating, but when she
demanded that I fuck her ass, it came as a shock.

She almost argued with me when I insisted she get up on her hands and knees, but
when I pulled my fingers out and waited, she had no choice but to do so.  The
drink was driving her to not only let me fuck her ass, but to do it the way I
liked it best.

I plunged my dick back into her extremely wet pussy, then couldn't resist
fucking it when she had started the rocking motions herself.  But my goal was
still on her ass, so once I had scratched enough of that itch, I pulled out and
pressed it against her waiting ass hole.

I instructed her to push her shitting muscles as long as she could until I was
in all the way, then waited for her to comply.  Not only did she follow those to
the letter, I nearly didn't have to push as she pressed herself back.

Now that was more like the Kim I had met in the hospital.  She made a decision
and stuck with it even though it was very painful.  She didn't relax until I
pushed myself in the last inch, then sat there very still trying to control the
pain.  She never whimpered or even shed a tear, just withstood it while her ass
stretched to its new size.

As always, I was tempted to reduce the pain, but I didn't, especially since she
was handling it so well.  And once she motioned for me to pull out a bit, it
wasn't long before I was humping at a slow and steady speed.  As she began to
coordinate her anal muscles with my pumps, I took the open bottle of drink I had
purposely left within my reach and took several good long swigs, then passed her
the bottle.  We didn't stop passing the bottle back and forth until it was
empty, with Kim having drank more than I.

I was fucking her ass at full speed when I felt her weight shift.  Kim was on
her face trying desperately to frig herself as I fucked her ass, triggering my
overdue orgasm that made me see stars for a moment.  Her own orgasm quickly
followed when my gushing semen filled her anal cavity with a sudden warmth.  I
followed her down when she lost her ability to remain on her knees, and
continued to fuck her ass with some difficulty until both our orgasm had
finished and had begun to rebuild.

With a single minded like purpose, we rearranged ourselves so she was on her
back with her legs over my shoulders.  I was fucking her ass freely again as she
frigged herself madly, both of us so far into the effects of the drink we didn't
realize anyone else was there until someone pushed me backwards onto my back.

Through the haze of my drink induced lust, I recognized Spander's cock between
two somewhat hairy and strong legs as they bent down.  I watched in a detached
state of fascination as Kim's pussy somehow managed to accept the huge but
rather short cock, his crotch taking several minutes before finally coming to a
rest against hers.

Kim was strangely still and calm considering the amount of pain and lust she
must have been experiencing.  I was barely withstanding my own lust, finding
Spander's raising ass a very tempting target.

As Spander's rising came to a halt then began to sink down into her again, I
recognized the familiar vibes I was picking up from both of them.  The sex was
over for now.  This was love.  And even in my desperate state, there was no way
I would interrupt that.

My need to fuck was otherwise in control however, and it only took a matter of
seconds to decide how to fix the situation.

I reached out with my mind, and with the energy of my sugar saturated brain I
quickly found a neighbor who was perfect to suit my needs.

I grabbed the other bottle of drink, and left the apartment, closing the door
behind me.  I walked up the hall, up three flights of stairs, then down another
hall to the apartment directly above Kim's, still completely nude and hard.

A pregnant woman let me in as soon as I reached the door, then I had to step
over the two small children playing next to the kitchen in front of the hall
leading to the back bedrooms.  No one noticed me as I made my way to the
bathroom where my unknowing prey was busy fucking herself with her fingers on
the floor of the running shower.

The twenty-two year old woman was fantasizing about her ex-boyfriend fucking her
their first and only time, wishing she had let him try out her butt instead of
him leaving her the next week.

I put her into the dreamstate as I entered the bathroom, then made her believe I
was her ex-boyfriend and that we were re-living that day she had been recalling.
It wasn't very honorable, I know.  But it was either that or going to Mrs.
Samson, the neighbor who I had talked to outside Kim's door before Kim had let
me in.

Mr. Samson wasn't into that stuff anymore, while Mrs. Samson was more into it
than she ever had been.  On the way up, I had set the bottle of drink off at
their door and knocked without breaking my stride. I "suggested" to Mrs. Samson
that the champagne might get him in the mood.  I just hoped he didn't drink too
much of it and have a heart attack.  Of course, there are worse ways to go. Come
to think of it, I don't think there is a better way.

The moment I stepped into the shower, all bets were called off.  The wet
brunette beauty laid out before my hungry eyes was incredibly hot looking.  Some
of her long hair was plastered against her aroused face, her mouth open,
breathing deeply as she looked at me with lust in her eyes.  Her fingers
continued their fucking, believing she was just fantasizing my presence.

Just the sight of her caused me to start cumming, showering her in my white seed
just moments after I had stepped between the her and the showerhead. Ropes and
ropes of my cum splattered against her glistening body while her free hand began
rubbing it in and scooping it up to taste.  As my massive orgasm ended, I fell
to my knees and slouched forward between her open legs without realizing it.

I was recovering my strength when her voice startled me saying "Josh, I want you
to fuck my ass."

As I lifted my eyes up toward the source of her voice, they gazed upon the sight
of her now empty pussy as it quivered while it laid wide open.  The sight
brought my lust and energy right back up to the point it had been, and my mouth
descended onto her fleshy mound without another thought.

She ground her sex into my face as I began fucking it with my tongue.  If I had
been in a less desperate state, I would have given her a decent licking out
instead of the brute force tongue fuck.  But even that wasn't enough to satisfy
my drink enriched lust.

When my finger rubbed her ass hole, she lurched and became resistant to
continue.  Without hesitating, I sent the commands to stimulate her ass to the
point where it burned for my cock.  Then it was only a matter of the routine
one, two, then three fingers before she was ready for the real thing.

The water was getting cold, so I managed to shut it off while she got into the
doggy position.  I entered her hot wet pussy, fucked it a few minutes to get it
well lubed, all the while her voice begged me to fuck her ass.

When I pressed it up to her rose bud, she slammed herself back and impaled
herself.  She jerked, moaned, bucked, screamed, then stiffened before throwing
her entire weight backwards, causing me to sit back on my heels and bumped my
head on the back of the plastic walled shower.

I struggled to get my trapped legs uncoiled as she continued to jerk and buck
like a chicken with its head cut off.  Her moans and shrieks were like music to
my ears, and her tight ass was doing wonders to my still expanding dick.

I managed to get my legs straightened out and found myself echoing some of her
moans.  I had never had someone fuck me like that, and I loved its violent yet
nondestructive nature.  My dick finally exploded inside her hot ass, causing us
both to scream as my hot spunk began filling her ass and quenching the fire she
felt.

In the middle of our orgasms, the bathroom door was flung open and the shower
curtain was nearly ripped from its brackets as a man screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER!"

He didn't wait for an answer and had already reached hand around my neck when I
said "Fuck Off."

I a blink of an eye, he leapt out of the bathroom, allowing the two of us to
continue where we left off.

Her ass finally came to a rest with me still deep within her, and she sat there
a moment before falling forward.  My dick slipped out of her as she laid on top
of me and prepared to fall asleep like that.  I too found myself falling asleep,
but the cries of the two children drifting in through the open doorway caused me
to hold off my exhaustion for a moment.

My fuck off command had led to the man finding his wife and nearly ripping the
clothes off her semi willing body.  They were in the mists of their own first
anal sex, completely oblivious to the little boy and girl who were extremely
upset by the two adult's actions.

I quickly had them crawl up on the couch and fall asleep before finally laying
back in the tub and letting my own eyes close,.

The shock of cold water woke me up sputtering, then it stopped as I reached to
turn the water off.

"Who the fuck are you?" the towel covered beauty said.  Her voice was uncertain,
or more accurately undecided whether she was angry or just curious.

My dick snapped back to attention when I looked a bit too long at her tasty body
and face.  Her own eyes began roaming over my sprawled body, taking a
considerable amount of time on my pulsing dick before dropping the towel.

Her original question was forgotten as her eyes asked me another.  I answered
her eyes by getting out of the tub and pressing my body up against hers while
our mouths inhaled each other's tongues.

There must have still have been some of the drink in my system, otherwise I
would have never felt like fucking her after having expended so much sexual
energy earlier.  But I wasn't in the lusty daze I had been earlier, and had
enough of my wits to check on the state of her fertility.

I nearly yipped when I found out what I had missed before.  I slowed our frantic
kissing and pawing down until I was holding the young woman against me with her
head on my shoulder.

"Kathleen, my name is Tim Branton and I'm, er, like here to help," I lied.

"Help?" she said suddenly aware of her actions and position again.  "Oh my God.
Where's Bobby?"

"Your son is asleep on the couch with his cousin," I said, giving her back a
small dose of my magic touch.  "And your brother and sister-in-law are in their
bedroom asleep also.  How about you and I go into Tara's room to talk about Josh
and Bobby."

My magic touches were doing their job, and she passively agreed.  I had to pick
her limp body up and carry her to the little girl's bedroom where I laid her on
the floor and went to close the door.

When I turned back around, my pole shot back up while my hardening nipples
tingled from the erotic position I had accidentally laid her in.  Her bent knees
had parted, giving me another mouthwatering view of her sex, and the way she was
gazing at me with hungry eyes would have made a ninety year old cum in his
pants.

But I could see past those hungry eyes and into the mind of the woman who needed
a father for her son, and had sworn to marry the next man she had sex with by
hook or by crook.  And because I had blanketed the entire building earlier to
see me as an adult, she thought I was just a bit older than she was.


Kathleen was attempting to use the very thing that she never carried out with
Josh.  He never knew about her pregnancy after making love the night of their
senior prom.  She had decided that Josh would only make things worse if he knew,
especially from the immature way he acted after that night of passion.

But now she regretted her decision, but felt she couldn't just tell him after
four and a half years of hiding the truth.  So she was attempting to commit me
to take his place by allowing me to 'knock her up' and having my child.

And to be perfectly honest, she wasn't having any trouble supporting her hungry
look and aroused state.  Josh's body had been similarly fit and lean, and the
memories of our earlier fuck kept flashing in her mind while I flexed every
muscle I had as I walked up to her.

Oh, what to do.  I wanted to fuck her so bad, and she was totally and completely
willing.  But she was doing it for partially the wrong reasons, and I felt
obligated to tell her I wouldn't cum inside her.  I told her I wasn't ready to
become a father just yet.

But my words fell on deaf ears.  She didn't believe I would be able to prevent
my release once we were into it, and if I tried to pull out, she would have
wrapped her legs around me to prevent that.

I decided that I would help her work things out with Josh if possible, or
otherwise find a good and willing man that would love and protect her and her
son.  So with that out of the way, I initiated the block for my orgasm, then
gently laid down on top of her with my meat pinned between our bellies.

"Kathleen, I promise things will work out, just not the way you planned," I said
before kissing her hot lips.

I came up for air a minute later and panted, "You know what?  You are one hot
momma.  Hot momma Kathleen."

Her tongue came out and licked me from the chin to my lip, making every arousal
overload warning light in my head to flash and burn out.  I captured her tongue
in my mouth and reeled it in, then raised my hips and aligned my drill head
before slowly burrowing it into her moist hole.

My lust boiled through me as I quickly went to full pumping speed.  I don't know
what it was about her body that turned me on so much.  It was just so..  sexy to
me.  And the knowledge she wanted to have my child made so much more erotic that
at one point I almost removed the block restraining my orgasm.

I felt her own orgasm approaching just as I felt the familiar strain of fucking
without release.  With a sudden new desire to come inside of her hit me, I
quickly adapted my strategy.  Kathleen never suspected a thing when I pulled out
of her, replacing my real dick with my invisible one, then promptly grabbed her
legs and pulled them up to my shoulders.

Her eyes went wide as my cock's head pressed against her asshole, then shut as
her ass opened to take it in.  And as I started to fuck her ass, I linked our
orgasms then altered the level at where they would release at.

Kathleen began rocking her head back and forth as we reached nearly twice the
amount of sexual arousal she had ever felt before.  Every nerve in our bodies
were starting to tingle with our sexual energy, filling our minds with nothing
but the pleasure of sex.  I felt her mind and will submit themselves to be my
everlasting fuck toy, and that brought our orgasm to its peak.

My dick expanded and began spurting its creamy substance into her ass again. But
this time she came with a silent scream while her ass was busily milking my dick
for every drop.

Two powerful thrusts and a series of short quick ones ended our orgasm, then her
eyes rolled up into her head as she slipped into unconsciousness.  I was in
extreme need of sleep myself, but managed to stumble back down to Kim's
apartment before passing out on the couch.

I was extremely confused when I woke up later, finding myself in someone's
living room, taking me almost a whole minute to realize whose it was.

The coffee table was were I had left it, and Kim's family portrait hung right
above it.  I wondered what had become of Spander and Kim, but I was too tired to
care beyond simply wondering and I rolled over and fell promptly asleep again.

I woke up to the sounds of coffee perking in the kitchen, then Spander walked
over to me when he noticed I was awake.  My cheeks were probably glowing from my
embarrassment, but Spander didn't seem to be upset or even concerned at what
happened.  If anything, his voice was very warm when he said, "You sure know how
to get on a guy's good side."

"Huh?" I weakly said.

"First I find you and Kim going at it like a pair of coyotes, then after Kim
conked out on me, I hear this ruckus going on down the hall.  When I went to
check it out, this old lady opens the door as I passed her apartment and invites
me in, then flashes her nude body at me.

"I had to run to get away from her.  And then Kim nearly pounces on me and we
have another go at it.  She wore me out.  How much  of that stuff did she drink
anyway?"

"A lot.  She's probably going to be too tired to go into work today.  Same with
me."

"I have never seen someone go at it with that kind of energy before..."  he said
with a distant voice.

I was just dropping off again when he said, "Your parents know where you are?"

"My mom found me while I was with Kathleen," I said sleepily.  "She told me to
crash here."

I think Spander would have questioned me about that, but I fell asleep before he
could.  When I awoke the next time, he was gone.  It was about 8:40 am, and I
knew Joey had tried to contact me earlier and had found out what had happened.
My mom had already called me in for school, so I just rolled off the couch,
visited the bathroom, then decided while I was in there I needed a shower before
I joined Kim in her bed.

To my surprise, Kim stepped in the shower behind me as I finished up.

"Oh, it's you," she said in an almost disappointed tone.

"Spander I guess went to work," I said with a little embarrassment.

"That's okay," she said pressing herself against my back and kissing my neck.

"Er, Kim...  I'm too tired to do this here and now.  Can we.."

"That's a relief.  I thought that after Pat interrupted us..."

"Pat?  Oh you mean Spander," I said, recalling that Spander's full was Patrick
Henry Spander.

Kim was starting to lean heavily on me, and her extra weight was making me
strain to stay on my feet.  So I turned around in her arms and found her eyes
halfway shut with a weak smile on her face.

"Let's go to bed," I simply said.

Kim nodded her head in agreement, and we managed to wipe ourselves off without
falling over before crawling in her nice big bed.

There was an awkward moment when we both decided we wanted to curl up with each
other, but we were shy about being the first to suggest it.  But when we saw it
in each other's eyes, we both moved together and kissed gently for a long time
before allowing ourselves to be taken by the need to sleep.

My internal alarm clock woke me up around 11:30, and I found myself staring into
Kim's sleeping face.  She wasn't the prettiest faced woman, but she was still
very attractive, especially when my morning hardon finally kicked in.

I peeked inside her head and checked out what had gone on in my absence.  Kim
and Spander had fucked five times, each time becoming easier since Kim's cunt
had stretched a little more.

I sighed, knowing how loose it would feel if I ever bothered to fuck her front
door again.  But I wasn't all that worried since 'Pat' hadn't touched her
backdoor, and I knew he wasn't interested in ever trying it.

Kim was seriously in love, having feelings for him she had never felt for anyone
else before.  And I couldn't find the reasons for this.  I mean, apart from his
caresses, he hadn't done anything more than fuck her.  They had started out
making love, but shortly after I left, they both lost control and fucked like
maniacs the rest of the time.  The feelings Kim had were a lot stronger than I
felt would come out of their initial love making.

I gave up on looking for a reasonable cause, figuring it was some kind of
phenomenon like finding your soulmate.  Kim's obsession with younger males was
still strong enough to find me extremely attractive, and I certainly found her
to be as arousing as I ever did.  I hoped to see Kim in her dominatrix police
outfit as she did her best teasing on both Spander and myself, but that depended
on Spander's feelings on the matter.

My hardon wasn't going down on its own, and once I found Kim still too tired to
bother waking, I forced it to behave and started rooting around to find my
clothes.

I wrote Kim a note asking her to call me when she woke up, leaving the phone
number of the Kathleen's brother's apartment.  After checking in with Joey and
my mom, I went directly to the Samsons' door and knocked.

Mr. Samson answered the door dressed in a woman's robe which barely covered the
necessary areas.

"What you want!" he said in an irritated voice.

"I was just checking out how the bottle I left for you worked out," I said
apologetically.

"Oh, so it was YOU who turned my sweet little Anna into a horny bitch!"

"Uhm, no..  She did that herself.  Didn't you have any?" I said, afraid to scan
him mind to find out.

"Hell yeah.  And it was the best god damn sex I've had in my life.  But after
Anna wore me out, she went looking for some more, and now she's in there fucking
our God damn superintendent," he said motioning towards the back bedrooms. "I'd
break the bottle over your head if I wasn't too tired to go get it."

I spotted the three-fourths full bottle of drink on the kitchen table, then
quickly checked to see how much Anna had drank.

"Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but...  Your wife hasn't had a drop of that
stuff..."

"Tell me something I don't know.  If you hadn't given her that damn stuff, I
would have never broke the fuckin' hypnotic suggestion by plowing her ass.  Now
get out of here before I make you think you're a banana who needs peeled," he
said and slammed the door in my face.

I stood there blinking my surprise, realizing Mr. Samson was a master hypnotist
that had long ago conditioned his wife to be his little slut, then later
attempted to reverse it when he had lost his interest in sex.  But the hypnotic
suggestion he used to inhibit her wild sexual urges had been degrading, and it
had only been a matter of time before she would have been fucking the super
anyway.

As I was walking down the hall towards the stairs, Mr. Samson opened the door
and shouted, "And take this god damn stuff with you!" before tossing the bottle
to me, not caring if I caught it or not.

I dived for the bottle and managed to just touch the side of it before it hit
the floor and bounced.  Between my slight push and the cushioning of carpeted
floor, the bottle didn't shatter, just ended up on its side ten feet away.
However, the carpet burns on my arms made me a bit angry at Mr. Samson, so once
I had the bottle in my hand, I went right up to the old man's door and rang the
doorbell continuously until he flung the door open and shouted "WHAT!"

"You didn't thank me," I said calmly but with eyes betraying my anger.

"Thank You?!?" he said disbelieving and almost welcoming a challenge to his
authority.

He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me inside and throwing me to the floor
with surprising strength.  I was still in shock when I felt the familiar
sensations of someone attempting to penetrate my mental shield.

I looked up and found Mr. Samson staring at me intensely, his eyes open to where
they were almost perfectly round.  His pathetic attempt to "hypnotize" me caused
a chuckle to escape my lips, but I sobered up instantly when his fist came
flying towards me.

I managed to divert it physically, then easily flipped the zombie switch in his
head.

"Look.  I have to go see a woman about a father for her child, and don't have
time to play with you.  For now on, you will have sex with your wife whenever
she wishes and however she likes it.  You will focus your attention on pleasing
her in every way possible.  After she finishes with the super, you will do
everything possible to prevent her from wanting another man as long as you shall
live.  Understand?"

"Yes.." he said distantly.

"Good.  Now get in there and please your wife while she finishes blowing him."

I turned around and left without another word.  After his robe parted and I got
a glimpse of his rather ancient and small hard dick, it was all I could do to
keep myself from snickering again.

I climbed the stairs examining his memories, finding he had been a very naughty
boy.  He never realized he had any special abilities, just believed he had a
knack for hypnotizing people.  I figured his belief he had hypnotized his
subjects was the reason why he never enslaved more than one or two people at a
time.

Lately he had been using his abilities on a few 'patients' who just happened to
be investors.  They were handling his retirement fund while he 'treated' them
for their smoking habit.  I loosened some of the restrictions on the future use
of his powers, seeing they would be in trouble financially if he lost his free
will to his wife's released sexual desire.  I reduced the programming he had
unknowingly given her many years ago, then closed the links I had on their minds
as I knocked on Kathleen's brother's door.

When no one answered, I scanned the room inside and found Kathleen and the two
children in the little girl's room.  I made Kathleen believe she heard the door,
then waited, feeling her excitement and anxiety growing as she walked towards
the door.

When she opened the door, I was surprised to find her face literally painted
with makeup.  She saw the shock on my face and her anxiety vanished as she said,
"You like it?"

Seeing I would only make things worse by lying, I said, "Actually, I liked it
better with out all that stuff on."

Her face fell, her anxiety wiping out the excitement she had felt.  But she
surprisingly recovered very quickly and said, "Do you want to come in, or stand
in the hall for the rest of the afternoon?"

"What's that?" she said after shutting the door behind me.

"Just something to put you in the mood," I said, rubbing the neck of the bottle
against her lovely ass.

She turned bright red from my actions and words, then hurried down the hall to
get the kids.  I watched her ass the whole way, knowing I would be having all I
wanted of it before the afternoon was up.

Bobby clung to her like he would fall off the ends of the earth if he let go,
while Tara came right up to me and said hello.  Tara was six, while Bobby was
nearly four years old.  But besides the age difference, there was another
obvious difference.

Bobby's darker skin and tight curly dark hair prompted me to check Kathleen's
mind for an image of Josh.  As I suspected, Josh was black.  That explains why
her images of Josh's body had such a deep dark tan.  I kicked myself REALLY hard
for not realizing the truth to that before.

Kathleen started making toasted cheese sandwiches for everyone while I
entertained the two children.  I easily made Bobby think I was the neatest thing
since discovering the Smurfs on TV, and found myself unable to probe for any
more information since the three of us had started a pillow fight.

Despite my size, they easily defeated me.  I was still pretty tired from the day
before.  And once I finally surrendered, I found myself needing to take a leak.

Kathleen called the kids to the table, and I excused myself to the restroom as
she was cutting up Bobby's sandwich into little squares.  Instead staying on my
feet, I sat down on the seat, and rested a few minutes extra after finishing my
long pee.

When I finally returned to the others, I failed to notice the two kids hadn't
touched their sandwiches and were begging Kathleen for another glass of juice.

"Can they have another glass?" she asked me.

I was about to ask her why she was asking me when my eyes fell upon my glass
filled with a light purple liquid.  I looked over at the bottle of drink that
was now only a third full, then glanced down at her own nearly empty glass.

"Definitely not!" I said, getting up in a hurry.  "You shouldn't have given them
or yourself any without asking me first."

"Why?  Are you saying it's.."

"No, it isn't poison or anything.  It's just...  In about five minutes, I'm
going to have two very hyper kids and one horny mother to deal with."

No sooner than I said that, Tara started chasing Bobby around the sofa.  I
scanned their minds and found they were already feeling the sugar rush of the
drink.  I was surprised to find Bobby's little dick was hard, and Tara was
having similar prepubescent arousal.  The young girl that Penny had used the
drink on the last summer hadn't felt aroused, but then she had been extremely
scared, and maybe that was why.

Kathleen wasn't feeling the effects yet, so I guessed the two children's
metabolism had absorbed the drink faster than hers.  Figuring I only had a
minute or two before Kathleen would be trying to seduce me, I wolfed down the
sandwiches, catching myself when I nearly took a sip of the drink.

By the time I was finished,  Kathleen was battling her urge to fuck me where I
stood.  I sent the two hyper children to Tara's room, then allowed Kathleen to
drag me to the master bedroom where I closed and locked the door.

Kathleen pressed her body up against my back and ground her crotch into my ass
as her hands undid my pants.  I was getting really turned on by her movements,
but as I kicked my pants off and turned around, her over made-up face repelled
my desire to suck on it.

"Why do you ruin your look with that shit," I said trying to rub it off with my
fingers.

"It makes me feel sexy," she said attempting to press her almost black painted
lips against my natural colored ones.

"Well, I'm sorry, but if you want me to have sex with you, you're gonna have to
clean that stuff of your face."

"Fuck me!" she demanded, pushing me down on the floor and struggling to remove
her own pants.

I sighed, then captured her eyes with mine and said, "Go clean your face, or I
will leave."

The seriousness of my words were amplified by the truth my empathic talents
transmitted to her.  With hurt feelings, she got up and dashed to the bathroom.

While she was furiously scrubbing her face, I removed my shirt and climbed on
the bed.  I was going to enjoy making her do all the work, teasing her by making
her go slow when her desire was insisting on speed.  I would use her own lust to
enslave her to my will, help her talk things through with Josh, then set her
free once things were stable there.

With Josh being black and Kathleen being white, I wasn't going to force them to
work thing out to the point they would get married.  I didn't have a problem
with their interracial relationship, but felt because the racial barrier
existed, I had to let them work those kind of thing out without my interference.
All I was going to do was ensure Josh didn't reject Kathleen and Bobby when he
found out about his son, and then probably enforce that he took his share of the
responsibility for the boy.

By the time she got back to the room with a clean face, Kathleen's pants were
off and her panties had a large wet spot in the crotch.  Her shirt was fairly
wet from all the scrubbing she did, and I couldn't help but gawk at her nipples
showing through the wet material.  Her eyes instantly locked on to my hard dick
sticking straight up, and was about to remove her panties when I stopped her.

"You're not going to just walk in here and fuck without giving me some head, now
are you?" I teased.  When she indicated she was going to do just that, I shook
my head and said, "Nope.  You're gonna have to suck me off first.  Then if you
do a good job with that, I'll let you wrap your slutty cunt around my manhood so
you can get off."

The indecision in her eyes slowly melted as she watched my dick move with my
pulse, and after about a minute of staring, she knelt over it and opened her
mouth to take it in.

She had never given fellatio before, and it showed.  After she had scraped the
rim of my dick with her teeth, I nearly slapped her across the face with the
back of my hand when she tried to chew on it experimentally.  My hand had come
up immediately to push her away, but the speed of which I had done it would have
felt like a slap if it had connected with her pretty face.

Kathleen was finally getting the hang of it after twenty minutes of my
instruction and guidance.  Actually, not only was she getting the hang of it,
she was also finding it very pleasurable, mostly due to the verbal suggestions I
had been making, as the drink increased the sensitivity of her mind towards
sexual stimulus.  By the time her mouth was truly giving me good head, I knew I
had conditioned her enough that she would insist on giving her future sexual
partner(s) frequent blowjobs.

I had been resisting the urge to take her head in my hands like I had trained
LeAnne to accept so well, and as I felt my arousal climbing steadily towards its
final destination, I was struggling against this even more.  This conflict
within me became so large, my arousal slowed then retreated, and eventually I
was having to tell her to stop.

Apparently I had been successful in eliminating her displeasure towards giving
oral sex.  She had pulled her mouth off my dick and began cleaning my family
jewels with her tongue and later pulled them into her mouth.  This she had done
with great care, putting a lot of effort into doing it as gently as she could.
When I found myself approaching the point of no return, I informed her I was
about to cum.

As her mouth once again sucked on my dick, I knew not only had my suggestions
taken hold, but they had started to grow.  The liquid lust flowing through her
blood was temporarily fixating her sexual desire on the blowjob she was
performing.

I put the cap on my orgasm at the last moment when I realized she could work out
the effects of the drink without having to resort to sexual intercourse.  My own
exhaustion wasn't entirely the reason for my hope to avoid intercourse.  I knew
if we fucked, she would have to do all the work, and then she would be too tired
to meet with Josh that evening.

By amplifying the stimulation she felt while she blew me, the drink was driving
her arousal towards orgasm while burning the sensations deeper into her mind.  I
knew that Kathleen would later find the concept of sucking cock increasingly
arousing,  and if she went too long without resolving these new impulses, she
probably would have become obsessed in sucking cock in a few years.  But I
wouldn't let that happen.

I was a little surprised when her saliva started to run down to the base of my
cock, and her mouth becoming increasingly desperate and warm.  Her slurps and
breathing were making me lose the hold on myself, and I gave out a long moan as
she pulled it momentarily into her throat.

Her repeated attempts to capture more of my meat finally drove me to the point
where I had to take a more active part in the sex play.  I knew I was giving up
on a greater pleasure by letting myself have this smaller one, but there would
be plenty of other sexy women like Kathleen I could break to my will without
having to rush.

By the time I had resolved all this and made my decision, Kathleen had reached
the point where she was freely swallowing my cock, and her mind had reached the
point where I knew she would blindly accept anything I did.

I hadn't fucked a mouth since LeAnne graduated from my slut academy, so I began
seeding her mind with images and sensations I had collected from LeAnne.  Within
minutes, Kathleen was on her back, trying to pull my crotch to her open mouth
while I tried to comply with her wishes.

As I slid in to her sucking mouth, my eyes were captured by her drenched
panties.  My mouth watered for her wet pussy as I slowly began the humping of
her mouth. My eyes never left her moist crotch while slowly pumping my cock in
and out of her struggling mouth and throat, waiting for her to learn how to
breathe in between my cock's plunges.

When I grew impatient from her inability to figure it out, I simply programmed
her with the knowledge, then slipped her panties off so I could suck and fuck at
the same time.

I quickly discovered I didn't have the energy to do both at the same time, and
that my prolonged state of arousal was starting to take its toll.  So I took off
the block on my orgasm and concentrated on bringing my arousal back up so I
could blow.

Kathleen's mouth must have been in such a shape that it was difficult for her
keep her teeth from scraping.  Three times her teeth managed to cripple my
rising orgasm, and after that third shock, I was too frustrated and tired to
continue like that.

I rolled us over and began my feast on her juices after providing her the
motivations to ensure she wouldn't scrape her teeth again.  As Kathleen began to
fuck my dick with her mouth once more, I immediately noticed the changes I had
made, finding the slickened lips of her mouth wrapped tightly around my rod like
an O-ring.

This hampered her humping actions a bit since her mouth no longer allowed air to
flow in and out while my dick filled then vacated her mouth and throat.  But she
quickly adapted by modifying her breathing patterns, and was starting to use her
tongue more and more.

My orgasm peaked suddenly and without warning.  She pulled my dick deep into her
throat and kept it there just the way I like it, then she too began her orgasm.

Her crotch began humping my face wildly just as my orgasm sputtered out.  That
had been a very big disappointment for me, but then if I had wanted a
spectacular one, I would have loaded up on the drink.

Kathleen continued her orgasmic humping which began to hurt my face.  I managed
to force her off of me, then began manipulating her nervous system to provide
the sensations of my dick fucking her spasming puss.

I closed my eyes and physically relaxed as much as possible while operating my
invisible dick on her.  She thrashed and moaned, trying to force the feeling
deeper into her cunt, eventually falling off the bed while continuing her
desperate thrusting.  After ten minutes of humping air on the floor, Kathleen
finally settled herself down and laid on the floor gasping, then crawled back on
the bed and quickly fell asleep beside me.

I was also on my way to snoozeville when I noticed the strange sounds coming
through the open doorway.  I nearly fell getting off the bed when I found the
source of the noises with my mind.

Tara's door was only slightly open and the strange yet familiar sounds became
much louder as I approached.  I flung the door open to find Tara on top of Bobby
humping madly, imitating one of the scenes they had witnessed the day before.
The sight of these two children fucking like adults made my jaw drop in
astonishment, and I stood there watching them, stunned beyond the ability to
think.

Their faces had captured my fascination with their expressions of pure lust
driven pleasure on them.  It made them look like miniature adults having great
sex, and as Bobby squealed with his orgasm again, my dick rose and fully
hardened.

It was the dirtiest thing I had seen.  Two innocent kids fucking with the intent
and need of two teenagers, totally lost in the bliss of their pleasure while
still retaining enough contact with the world around them to induce more
pleasure on their partner.  Tara's flat chest and blocky figure made her almost
appear like a boy, but her long girly hair gave her enough femininity that it
was easy to forget they were both way too young to feel the way they were
feeling.  The age difference between the two made her larger body nearly hide
Bobby's features all together, but there was no need to see him for his gasps
and heavy breathing told me he was nearing another orgasm..

Tara squealed out her own orgasm, then immediately slid down and began kissing
the willing three year old.  I didn't even realize I had been standing there
jacking my dick off until their mad sloppy french kissing caused me to blow my
load onto the carpet in front of me.

I sunk down to the floor, and was trying to recover my energy when the movement
on the little girl's bed changed.  My dick struggled to rise again as I found
Bobby humping her like a pro and obviously close to achieving another dry
orgasm.

While I knew what was happening was wrong, I couldn't bring myself to stop it.
It was so dirty and arousing, I sat there for nearly twenty minutes watching
them take turns at humping each other while I continued to pound my not so
willing meat.

Finally when their energy and lust gave out, Bobby curled up next to Tara's
sweaty body and fell asleep as soon as he stopped moving.  I sneaked out of the
room as Tara gave her cousin a gentle kiss on the forehead, then closed the door
as her own eyes shut to join his slumber.

The picture of Bobby curled up against her is one of the most innocent images my
eyes have ever witnessed.  One second he had been fucking her cunt like a man,
the next he returned to being the baby he was.  So instead of making them forget
what had happened, I simply motivated them towards concealing it, and made a few
adjustments to prevent their experiences from causing any harmful side effects.

(This single decision, made while I was too sleepy to really consider the
consequences, would eventually drag me down one of those paths I had decided not
to take.  But that wouldn't happen for another two years, and by that time I
wasn't fully in control of my actions or even my feelings.  I just wonder what
would have happened if I had done something different that day.)

Once I had finished my hurried attempts to fix the two young children's minds, I
collapsed on the couch and instantly fell asleep.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 8 - In the Name of Fatherhood
(mc, mf)

That evening, I drove Kathleen and Bobby to where Bobby's father lived.  The
apartment building was nicer than the one we had just left, and I wondered
exactly how a newly graduated college student could afford such a place.  It was
filled with young 'yuppie' couples, a surprisingly large amount of them being
young gay men.

But the floor Josh's apartment was on appeared to be one of the straight floors,
and I found his mind concentrating on a task that confirmed his sexual status
was still strictly heterosexual.

When no one answered our ringing of their door bell, I had to motivate Josh very
strongly to answer the door.  In fact, I was taken by surprise when I found him
taking way too long to answer the door just to discover that he had turned
around halfway to the door and went back to his fucking.

Bobby started to fuss very loudly as I made Josh leave his bedroom, then just
before Josh started to unlock the door, Kathleen started trying to talk me out
of the whole thing, and even ran down the hall when the door started to open.
And the instant I let go of my lock on Josh's mind to stop the other two from
leaving the floor, the door slammed shut and I heard the locks being reset.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself.

It was almost as if something was pushing Kathleen and Bobby away, while pulling
Josh back to his fucking.  I felt as if I was reeling all three of them in, then
had to hold the tension on the line as we waited for Josh to again undo the
locks.

Finally, the door opened three inches and halted, giving Bobby his first glimpse
of his father.  Now that I think of it, the view of his tented boxers was very
fitting for Bobby's first impression of his pop.

His sweat covered body, heavy breathing, and pulsing cock straining against the
thin fabric of his slightly wet boxer shorts shocked both myself and Kathleen
speechless.  But just as Josh said "What do you," Bobby looked up at his face
and posed the question "Daddy?"

Josh's somewhat unfocused eyes seemed to clear instantly as he suddenly knew who
two of the three people before him were.  A long forgotten one night stand,
and...

Before he could even finish the thought, Josh was flooded with the need to
return to his girlfriend.  His eyes fogged up as quickly as they had cleared,
and again the door slammed shut.

I whirled around when I noticed my two companions were quickly moving back down
the hall, almost as if they were fleeing.  I was about to reach out an stop them
again when I suddenly noticed the small deflections against my mental shielding.
The commands were so faint that I hadn't noticed their presence until that
moment.

I froze as the conception formed that I had almost unknowingly interfered with
another telepath who apparently knew what they were doing.  But when the
commands stopped and I didn't feel any attempts to probe my thoughts as I had
anticipated, I dared to risk sending out my own little probe.

Teresa Barns, a twenty-one year old high school drop out, was as ignorant of the
true nature of her 'magic' as Mr Samson had been of his.  Where Mr. Samson had
thought he could hypnotize practically anyone if he concentrated enough while
staring at his victim with his goofy look, Teresa believed she was some sort of
sexual witch, and that her power was fueled by sex.

Teresa grew up in a very poor neighborhood, the daughter of an unmarried and out
of work woman who in Teresa's mind supported herself by having more kids.  She
had been raped by one of her older brothers at the age of nine, but when that
same brother gave her first orgasm at the age of thirteen, her views of how
males could make her feel changed drastically.

Teresa had made a name for herself at her high school as being the easiest girl
in the state.  While she resented the title, she consciously felt it was true
too.  The joy of having a cock in her pussy drive her to an orgasm had became an
obsession, and she had nearly thrown herself at almost every guy she thought
would be a good fuck.  But her orgasms had become less frequent and powerful
until they stopped all together nearly two years after that very first one.

Teresa had become so desperate for another orgasm, guys only had to glance at
the janitor's closet she used as her private fuck parlor to have her to offer
herself for their cock's pleasure.  She had to fuck all five janitors on a
weekly basis to keep her parlor, but at that point it was just another drop in
the ocean.

Just before her sixteenth birthday, Teresa was giving a special welcome to a new
student to the school.  The senior was no virgin, and she hoped he had the
endurance to make her cum.  But as she first felt the beginnings of an orgasm,
he blew his load and then slowed down to stop.

Teresa's desperation peaked at that moment, and suddenly Teresa found herself
being fucked like never before.  Her orgasm began forming again, building in
size and energy as the massive senior pumped his cock deeper and harder than
anyone had before.  And after it finally exploded into the greatest orgasm she
had ever felt, Teresa instantly desired to feel it again.

But that didn't happen until two days later when one of her neighbors had heard
of her reputation and had invited her over to his place.  Teresa wasn't very
sure of whether it was safe or not, but one look at the bulge of his crotch made
up her mind for her.

He actually showed her around his place, and Teresa was fairly impressed.  His
apartment was probably the nicest in the building, and even had working air
conditioning.  The last room he showed her was of course his bedroom, and there
wasn't any further discussion before they were nude on the bed humping away.

And just like last time, Teresa had just begun to feel what would grow to be an
orgasm when he blew.  Before he had a chance to slow down, Teresa's desperation
flared and she again found herself being fucked with incredible energy.  Her
orgasm was as good as the last, and she knew she had done something to obtain
it.  It took her four weeks of fucking her neighbor after school and over the
weekends to finally get a grasp of her power.

On her sixteenth birthday, Teresa quit school and moved into his nicer
apartment.  She practiced her new found abilities on him and a few others in the
building, and found she needed a fresh fuck to keep her powers sharp.  Actually,
I believe she simply got bored with the guy she lived with because I couldn't
find any real cause for her powers to dull except psychological.

After hopping from apartment to apartment, Teresa finally realized she didn't
have to live in that run down building.  Ever since then, she had been working
her way up in the world by finding a guy with a nicer income and apartment to
live with.

Josh apparently had matured considerably since Kathleen had last known him.  He
had excelled in college, and now had a very good job as a mechanical engineer,
and there was no doubt in my mind that for Bobby's sake, Teresa had to move on.

Since I had the car keys, I knew Kathleen couldn't really go anywhere without
using public transportation.  And seeing she had locked her purse up in my car,
I didn't worry about them as I turned the unlocked door knob and entered the
apartment.

Seeing the half emptied boxes laying around the room, I realized Josh had only
just moved in.  Or I should say Josh and Teresa had, for I noted many of the
items were obviously hers and not his.  Their moans from the bedroom to my right
gave me woody, and my dick almost jerked itself out of my pants when I first saw
them.

And smelled them.  My nose was blasted by the odor of sex as Josh's well muscled
body pumped his larger than average cock into the black woman's cunt.  Just from
the odor I could tell they had been going for over an hour.

Teresa was in a state of deep mental concentration and physical relaxation while
Josh steadily pumped in and out like a well oiled machine.  Machine was a very
good term for him.  He hovered effortlessly over her, all his weight on his toes
and hands as he flexed his body in his fucking motions.  His entire body was
muscular beyond just someone who worked out, and his dark skin glistened with
only a light coat of sweat while he almost mindlessly kept his steady pace.

Teresa had met him at his graduation party almost a year before.  Before the
party had ended, she had decided he would be her next provider, and the next day
began working on making him fall hopelessly in love with her.  Her last provider
had spent every night for nearly two weeks fucking her like Josh was doing in
front of me, powering her abilities to alter and control others.

The day Teresa showed up at his door, Josh immediately offered her his soul
which she accepted.  But to my surprise, Teresa hadn't used her powers for her
own gains apart from obtaining a free meal ticket and upgrading her
accommodations.  In fact, at the time I was standing there with my dick in my
hand, her mind was working on helping a man she just had met get over his
drinking habit and go back to his wife and two year old daughter.

I found Teresa had out grown her adolescent need for sex, and at one time had
become so bored with it, she had released her five enslaved men and went on a
little soul searching.  After visiting the church she had gone to as a child,
she found herself wishing to aid the many people who came there for help.  So
she decided to do just that, and at the age of nineteen, she became a guardian
angel of sorts.

To add to my newly formed troubles about breaking them up, I found she had
formed genuine feelings for Josh.  Josh's own love had been forced upon him, but
I still felt he might have freely loved her if given the chance.  She wasn't a
bad woman, and his body had long ago stopped aching from the long hours of
fucking like that.

And to be honest, Josh would have never done so well at his job, or at least so
quickly if Teresa hadn't been pushing him to stretch his own abilities at work.
He was doing the work of two men in two-thirds the time it would take them, and
felt absolutely no stress about it, especially since he went home every day and
spent four hours having sex with his woman.  While Josh had that ability all
along, he would have never attempted to do two men's work without being driven
by Teresa's will.

So, I decided I would have to wait and see her reaction to Josh having a son to
help support before worrying about making her leave or not.

I was startled when they both started moaning again, and saw she was in the
middle of focusing her mind on another task.  I had just put my dick back in my
pants, but got it back out again as Teresa actively returned his humps.

But then as quickly as they started, they stopped their exchanging of moans, and
I felt her mind working on making a boy never wanting to have a father, and I
almost yipped when I realized it was Bobby.

"Hey!  Stop that!" I said out loud.

Teresa's eyes snapped open and looked at me with surprise.  I realized just then
that she didn't really have any real control over her powers.  She would will
things to happen, and her subconscious would figure out how to do it.  But she
never had felt another person's mind or had even considered using it as a way to
find something out.  In other words, she had learned about Bobby's existence
because Josh had told her before he slipped into his fucking trance.  When she
had wished for the people at the door to go away, she had no idea someone hadn't
complied with her wishes.

Josh began pumping harder, and I felt her attempting to take my mind to protect
herself.  I was surprised to find the strength of her power increasing as Josh
increased his speed.

"I wouldn't bother.  Josh will run out of steam before you could possibly have a
chance at penetrating my mind.  My name's Tim, and I'm a friend of that boy you
were trying to make hate his father."

"I wasn't making him hate anyone," she said in a surprisingly deep but
distinctively female voice.

"Sorry," I said, feeling a little relief as Josh slowed down. "Bad choice of
words.  But you know it wasn't right to do that.  A minute ago I didn't think
you could do such a thing."

Even though I was a stranger to her, my words triggered an apologetic expression
one would expect to see on a child's face who had just got caught doing
something they knew they shouldn't by their mother.

Josh lowered his not all that tired body on top of hers and began kissing her
neck, continuing to hump, but in a more conventional manner.

"I'm sorry," she said with sincerity.  But most of that sincerity was lost as
her hands started feeling his sweaty back and ass, then her mouth opened to suck
on his sweaty shoulder.  But as she allowed his orgasm to build, she never took
her eyes off me.

"Down boy," I told my dick.  I knew she was attempting to cloud my mind so she
could perhaps seduce me if she needed to.  I was even tempted to allow her to
try, but I wanted to get home sometime this week, and knew Bobby was starting to
get crabby on Kathleen.

But then I had a perverted idea that wouldn't hurt anything to try.  I took my
rehardening dick out and walked up to the edge of the bed.  Since she thought
she was winning, she quickly took it in her hand.  But the moment she did so,
she felt my magic touch through her skin and found herself unable to let go for
the pleasure.

As her eyes glazed over and moved their stare to the cock in her hand, she knew
she had lost the battle.  And when she found herself unable to resist the urge
to take it in her mouth, she had a moment's concern that she had lost more than
just one battle.

Her lips trembled before they wrapped themselves around their first cock in over
three years.  Her head hung upside down over the bed, taking my dick into her
hot wet mouth while Josh continued fucking her cunt.  I linked our orgasms
together, then brought Teresa's orgasmic threshold down to a more normal level
and permanently fixed it there.  After all the sex she had performed attempting
to cross her ever-rising threshold, I don't believe even my magic touch could
have stimulated her enough to reach that high state of arousal.

When her hands grabbed my ass to pull me further into her mouth, I waited for
her signal before trying a little mouth fucking.

I had never done it like that before.  Brad and Sandi did it all the time,
probably because that had been the way they had done it their first time.  I had
always felt it was a bit dangerous with their neck taking on so much stress, but
Teresa wasn't about to call Josh off so she could move into a upright position,
and it did feel pretty good to me.

All right, so I let myself enjoy it little bit more that I probably should have.
And when I saw her left breast out in the open like that, I just had to taste
it.  I bent down to suckle at its nipple, but then Teresa suddenly pushed me in
all the way and held me there, thinking I was about to cum.

Because our orgasms were linked, the combination of my lips on her tit and her
throat swallowing my cock's head, we did cum.  But she hadn't expected she would
cum with us.

In the middle of our orgasm, Teresa gagged from trying to scream her pleasure,
so I managed to pull my spurting cock out of her mouth.  Her hands grabbed it
too late to save any of my remaining spunk, but Josh's and her own orgasm lasted
for a few moments longer.

Her old habits came back to her as soon as her mind cleared a bit.  She was
slobbering on my deflating cock trying to work me back up to get another orgasm
from me and herself.

I knew my dick didn't have it in him to go for another round without the drink,
but when she had successfully revived my hardon, I decided to use it to build
her frustration back up, then cut her a deal.

Josh was out cold as I teased her nipples and neck with my finger's magic touch.
Her sucking and mmming sounds were getting me stirred up again, then she
suddenly pushed me back and struggled to pull herself from under Josh's sleeping
body.

She reared her ass up in the air, then in the deepest, sexiest, huskiest voice
I've ever heard, she said, "Fuck me."

I hadn't considered having to resist her incredibly sexy ass like that.  It took
every bit of will power to say, "Blup."

"What?" she said in a desperate voice.

I asked myself the same question, but then all I could think to say was, "Blup,"
again.

"Fuck ME!" she said, spreading her legs a little more so I could see the bright
pink insides of her pussy.

By that time I had gained enough control to say, "Nope," then pulled my pants up
while struggling towards the door.

She dashed in front of me and blocked the door with her nude body.

"What do you mean, nope!?!" she said with her deep sexy voice.

"I mean, no, I won't fuck you.  Took you longer than I expected to realize you
could have used your orgasm to break through my shield.  It wouldn't have worked
anyway."

She suddenly shoved me to the floor with herself on top of me, sucking my neck
and quickly undoing my pants.  When my dick expanded to full hardness, she
licked her way up to my ear and said, "Are you sure of that?"

"Down boy," I said.  I watched the frustration grow on her face as my cock
shriveled up, but then had to adjust my command set to relieve the discomfort of
having too little blood down there. I kind of over did it.

She looked at my amused face, then threw herself off of me in a huff.

"What do you want from me?" she said with disgust in her voice.

"Nothing you can't replace.  Bobby needs his father, and his mother needs
someone who can support him while she goes to college like she always wanted.
And thanks to you, Josh can easily afford to do that.  But not while he has to
support you too."

"I'm not goin' give this bitch my man just so she can fucken go to 'college'"
she said with a growing anger.  She had already found pair of panties in the
cluttered room to put on, and when she spotted her box of bras, she pulled one
out to put on while she said "Whad she gonna give me that's worth busting my ass
while I don't have a man or a place to stay?"

"She's not going to give you anything.  But I'll give you something better than
she or Josh could ever offer you."

"And what's that?  Your white dick up my ass?" she sneered as she pulled on the
pair of tight jeans she had grabbed from a suitcase.

I hopped over a few boxes to get close enough to touch her, and when she moved
to defend herself, I held up my hands to show her I meant no harm.

"Just this," I said holding out my right index finger and slowly moved it closer
to her nose.  She jerked her head away from it twice just before it made
contact, fearing I was about to trick her somehow.  But when her eyes glanced at
my face, I captured them with my own, and formed a empathic connection to relay
my intentions to do her no harm.

When my finger touched her nose, she felt it tingle with pleasure that began
spreading to every nerve in her body.  She wobbled three times before I helped
her down to the floor, then her eyes shut tight and her mouth released a lovely
deep moan.  I sat on the floor next to her while she wiggled and gasped from the
orgasm flowing through her body.

Teresa had always pushed her orgasms, wanting to increase the intensity of
pleasure by compacting it into one powerful burst.  She had never before felt
what a slowly built up orgasm felt like, and as she reached the peak of her
ecstasy, I knew she wouldn't refuse my offer.

Ten minutes later, Josh was getting dressed, feeling very nervous about meeting
his son.  Teresa and I tried to clean up the room a little before Kathleen and
Bobby arrived, and did a pretty good job of it in the few minutes we had.

As agreed, Teresa left a minute before Kathleen and Bobby rang the doorbell. She
wouldn't come back until after we left, and I had given her two weeks to find
herself a new home and move out.  While Josh answered the door, I finished
editing Teresa's unconscious programming of his mind, finding that the commands
had been nice and simple and very efficient.  Actually, the only thing I really
did was make her forced love expire at the end of two weeks.  The rest I figured
was fine as it was.

I was there for an hour listening to two strangers catch up on old times, and I
guess Josh took pity on me.  He offered to drive them home if I wanted to take
off, and I probably agreed a little too easy.  But Kathleen gave me a nice thank
you kiss, and then sweet Bobby got upset because I was leaving.

But I suppose my favorite thank you was from Teresa.  After I had brought up
Kathleen's things from my car, I found Teresa sitting in the passenger seat.

"Uhm, you need a lift or something?" I asked as I got in.

She said in her deep womanly voice, "You forget we had a deal.  There's
something you haven't to given me."

"What's that?" I said frowning.

"Your white dick up my ass," she said putting the seat back.

Let's just say that after fucking her lovely brown butt, I grabbed the bottle of
remaining drink and gulped it down to have another go.  There is nothing like a
good Hershey, and once I got past the wrapper, I found a golden heart at the
center of a lot of sweet and tasty goodness.

(I hope no one took offence to the portrayal of Teresa or Josh.  There was no
intention of any disrespect or negativity towards anybody.  Racism sucks. If
you're so pathetic to disagree, wake up.  We all have to live on this planet,
and it's that kind of ignorance that wars are started and fought over.)

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