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The Sculptor - I

© 1998. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is
unaltered. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts.
It is a work of fiction and should remain so.

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     I had had the gift of the voice since my early teens, though it took
me many years to master it. I went through all the petty impulses that
such an ability brings. As I matured, so did the focus of the influence I
let my powers have. I was no longer content with merely getting some girl
or woman to perform acts that they normally wouldn't do. I selected them
carefully, and it was extremely important that I affect their underlying
psychological make-up, to make lasting and profound change. It wasn't that
I was totally immune to my whims, I just used a little discretion in
carrying them out.

     It was about 8 o'clock on a Friday summer evening. I was walking
around downtown, doing a bit of window shopping before the shops shut down
for the night. It had been a long week at work. While I could have
influenced people to give me money, that had never felt right at all. I
lived a mostly honest life, just like everyone else. The only area that I
allowed myself the luxury was, well...
     I was standing in front of a Neiman-Marcus, looking at the
suit-wearing mannequins when I caught the conversation behind me. A woman
was talking to her daughter. They were standing on the sidewalk down the
street from me, having just exitted the store. The mother was around 40,
very attractive with shoulder-length wavy blonde hair. She obviously
worked out. The daughter was in her mid-teens, with hair darker than her
mother's. Physically, she would be much like her mother when she matured.
Both were well-dressed in clothes that suited their ages.
     "Mom, you just don't understand!" the girl said angrily.
     "I know exactly what you mean, young lady. And the subject is closed.
Just be thankful that I'm not going to bring this up with your father."
     "So Mom," the girl said testily, "what am I supposed to do, hope that
I won't get pregnant?"
     "You shouldn't even be having sex at your age, Melissa. I can't tell
you how disappointed I am that you don't want to save yourself for your
husband. You should just say, 'no'."
     Then they both noticed that while the streets were rapidly emptying
in the shopping district, they had caught the attention of someone. Me. I
smiled at them benignly, showing them I was no threat and that it was none
of my business. Well, it was, but they didn't know that yet.
     "Come along, Melissa. We can discuss this in the car." They both sped
up as they tried to get past me. I let them.
     "I can't believe that you humiliated me in front of a stranger,
mother," Melissa said poutily, giving me the sideglance, letting me know
that she thought I was some sort of freak. Ah, teenagers. Luckily, they
grow out of that.
     I took a deep breath to centre myself, and let the voice come
through. It was all very Zen. "Oh ladies, would you wait for a moment?" To
those it wasn't directed at, it sounded perfectly normal, if a bit
modulated. To those it was aimed at-
     The ladies slowed to a stop and turned to face me. They had no idea
that they were coming under my control. The mother looked perturbed, and
the girl looked pissed off. I came up to them, not crowding them.
     "My name is Jack King. I'm a nice person, so you can relax. I'm not
bothering you."
     Their expressions changed to one of politeness. I had their
attention. I smiled at them, and they returned the gesture. "Why don't you
tell me your names while I walk you to your car. Here, let me take a couple
of those bags." They extended their hands and I took a couple of their
shopping bags.
     The mother said, "My name is Amanda Jacobs. This is my daughter
Melissa," with a genuine smile. "Thank you for walking us to our car. It's
very polite of you."
     "Hi," Melissa said, smiling. We began walking towards a parkade down
the street. I walked between them.
     "I think we're going to be good friends, aren't we?" I said. I
crooked my elbows out, inviting them to take them, which they did  easily.
"Amanda, you find me attractive, don't you?" I said looking into her
marvellous hazel eyes.
     She looked into my eyes and sidled in closer, brushing her hip
against mine. "You like the feel of my body next to yours."
     "Why, yes I do, Jack. I think you're going to be a good friend."
     I looked down at her daughter. "You're very pretty, Melissa. Just
like your mother. Why don't you tell me what you and your Mom were talking
about just before I met you?"
     "Well," she began, like I was one of her closest friends, "I was
trying to get Mom to sign a permission slip so that I could get birth
control pills. I want to sleep with my boyfriend, but I don't want to get
pregnant."
     "And what did you say, Amanda?"
     "I don't think that she should have sex until she's married."
     "Did you wait?"
     "Yes, I did. Her father is the only man I've ever slept with."
     "That works for some people, Amanda. I'm turning you on, you know. It
should be your daughter's choice, don't you think?"
     "I- I think you're right," she said as a hot flash zipped through
her. She hugged my arm tighter.
     "And you, Melissa. You're always wet for me, aren't you? Birth
control pills are good, but you should also use a condom. Don't forget
STD's."
     Melissa nodded, biting her lip. She began stroking my arm. Her pert
breasts pressed into me through her blouse.
     "Don't you find that when you're turned on that underwear feels too
confining? I'll bet that you don't want to wear underwear anymore."
     "You know Jack, I've been thinking, underwear is just a nuisance,"
Amanda said with feeling.
     "Why is that?"
     "It just gets all wet and messy when you turn me on like this." She
put her head on my shoulder.

     We entered the parkade, which was virtually empty of cars, and devoid
of people. We walked up the stairs. I let the girls go up first so I could
watch them ascend. We entered the level and their car was a big, recent
model Cadillac. It was gleaming black wih fully tinted windows. They did
not come from the poor side of town.
     "I think I'd like to drive. Would that be all right, Amanda?"
     Amanda beamed, "Of course, Jack. Here are the keys." She passed them
to me, I deactivated the car alarm, and walked behind the long black car
and popped the trunk. We deposited the sacks and, looking around, I could
see that we were utterly alone.
     "Ladies, you're uncomfortable in those clothes. Why don't you undress
for me? Amanda, you first. No, wait. Melissa undress your mother for me,
and make sure to stroke her body while you do it. I want Amanda to feel
good while you reveal her to me."
     "Okay, Jack," Melissa said cheerfully. The girl stepped to her mother
and ran her hands down the front of her mother's navy blue Donna Karan
blazer, letting her small hands trace over Amanda's breasts. The woman
smiled maternally at her daughter, and arched her back, pushing her
breasts into the welcome touch. They both giggled. Melissa undid the
button and pushed her hands into the part, running her hands around
Amanda's waist while opening the blazer. Melissa ran her hands up over her
mothers full breasts to her shoulders, lifting the jacket off. Amanda let
it fall down her arms and then placed it neatly in the open trunk.
     I moved closer. "You both like it when I watch you, don't you?"
     "Oh, yes," they said dreamily. Melissa was undoing the white silk
blouse, revealing a lacy white bra and tanned flesh. Amanda was flushed,
being very turned on. Light beads of sweat hung to her brow. The blouse
undone, Melissa turned her willing mother around and pulled the garment
off her back, before tossing it into the trunk. She ran her fingertips
down Amanda's supple flesh, causing the older woman to gasp, before she
undid the clasp on the back of the skirt that matched the blazer. Amanda
wiggled her shapely hips as her daughter tugged down the snug cloth. She
wore white lace panties that matched her bra, and a garter belt with white
hose. Her italian shoes matched the skirt suit.
     "Amanda would like to leave the rest of her clothes on, except for
her panties, because she knows I like it, don't you, baby?" I said.
     She laughed huskily. "You know it, Jack," she said, shooting me a hot
look over her shoulder, while Melissa stroked the ample globes of her ass.
     "Turn around, so that I can look at you." She did. She had an
incredible figure. I took her in at one glance. Melissa stood right next
to her, running her hands up and down her mother's smooth flesh. Her sheer
panties were soaked with her juices. Her hips rotated with her lust.
     "Take off your Mom's panties for her, Melissa."
     "Okay, Jack." She squatted in front of her mother, who didn't resist
as her teenage child pulled the filmy garment down over her hips,
revealing her neatly trimmed blonde pussy to the night air. Amanda sighed.
     "That feels good, doesn't it, exposing yourself?"
     "Oh, yesss, Jack. I'm glad you did that." I smiled. I stepped closer
and she reached out to put her near hand around my neck. She raised her
head and kissed me passionately, shivering with excitement. I stroked her
firm breast and teased the erect nipple with my rough fingers. Her tongue
eagerly sought mine. For a blissful moment we were lost in each other.

     The secret to understanding the gift of the voice is not that I
override the person's will (at least, not always), but that I find the
base of their personality,
that part of the psyche that lies below what societal conditioning imposes
on our moral structure. I find their amoral centre, that part which
understands pleasure and pain. I could be a sadistic bastard, and become
the most horrific torturer the world has ever seen, ripping their
innermost fears from them, but I'm not evil and destructive. I am a
liberator, even if I am a bit of a pervert.

     I broke the kiss and looked at Melissa, standing there with her
mother's soaked panties in her hand. I dropped my hand to Amanda's firm
ass and traced circles. "Melissa, what do those panties smell like?"
     She raised them to her nose and inhaled deeply. "They- they smell
musky."
     "Do you like the way they smell?"
     "Yes, I think I do." I told her to suck on them. She did.
     "Do they taste good."
     "Yes, it's different though."
     "You're tasting your mother's pussy juice. Does that bother you?"
     "I- I don't know," she said confused. She continued to sniff them and
rub them on her face. I asked her to come closer. She did.
     "Start undressing her for me, Amanda."
     "With pleasure, Jack," she whispered huskily. I could see that the
insides of her thighs were glistening. Melissa didn't resist.
     I walked around until I was behind the young girl. "Melissa, you have
a whole world of sexual pleasure that you're going to discover. That smell
of cunt will always turn you on, whether it's your own, or another woman's
like your beautiful mother's."
     Amanda had finished unbuttoning the black synthetic blouse, and I
reached up to pull it off her shoulders. She had perfect pale, creamy
skin. Being younger, she had an aversion to tanning that her mother's
generation had not acquired. I slid my fingers up and down her bare back
before flipping the clasp on her basic black bra. It fell forward loosely,
and the girl let her mother pull it off her, revealing small breasts topped
with tiny, but hard, nipples. I reached around her waist and drew my hands
upwards to cup them gently. Melissa moaned softly and leaned back into my
body. Her hands held my hips.
     "Melissa," I said, whispering into her ear while her mother undid her
wide black belt, "do you like the taste of pussy juice?"
     "Oh yes, Jack. It makes me so wet. Just like you do."
     I looked at Amanda, who was enjoying her task. She pulled on the belt
and it slid out of the loops on the hiphugger black bell bottom slacks.
"Amanda baby, you like young girls and boys, don't you? Sex with teenagers
is fun and exciting. You told me that the other day, didn't you?"
     "You know I did, Jack."
     "Why don't you rub your daughter's cunt through her pants while you
undo that fly?"
     "Why don't I," she laughed. She stepped closer and dropped her hand
between Melissa's thighs and pressed her fingers up into the fabric. With
the other hand, she tugged on the button. Melissa gasped and her eyes went
wide with shock. "Ohhh," she moaned aloud, it echoing off the walls in the
empty concrete parkade. Amanda looked down hungrily and Melissa looked up
at her mother with lust before Amanda bent her head down and passionately
kissed her child. A growl came out of Amanda's throat while Melissa mewled
with every rough push of her mother's hand into her crotch. Melissa held on
tight to me for balance, and I held her up while her legs started to go
weak. Her legs parted with desire to allow her mother easier access.
     Amanda slid down the zipper with a rasp. "Amanda, you just can't wait
to pull her pants down, so push your hand inside her pants and take a hold
of Melissa's cunt. She likes to be used by her lovers, and you two are
very close lovers. You're always ready for each other."
     The woman drove her hand down the front of the girl's pants. It was
quite obvious when she hit the target because Melissa went stock still.
She breathed very hard while her mother stroked her back and forth,
drawing her child's pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion. Melissa
began to moan and gasp. She cried out as her mother frigged her.
     "Is your little girl wet, Amanda?"
     "Oh, you bet she is, baby. My little girl is loving it, aren't you
Princess?"
     "M-Mmmommy," she managed to keen out, "It feels so good!"
     "You're my little slut, baby," I said hotly into her ear while I
kneaded her breasts and rubbed her nipples. "You're all mine, both of you.
Your Mom is going to make you cum, and when you cum, that will make her cum
because a Mom is very pleased when she makes her child happy."
     "God, I wanna cum," Melissa cried as she pumped her hips hard against
her mother's strong fingers.
     "Put your arms around her, Melissa. Hold onto her and she'll make you
cum." Melissa frantically wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders,
and Amanda used her free hand to grab the girl's ass to hold her there. I
stepped back to watch.
     "Come on, my darling daughter, you can cum for Mommy, can't you? Oh
baby, I want to please you so much," she cooed into Melissa's ear.
     Melissa was lost in her world of pleasure. In a parkade,
half-dressed, her mother fingerfucking her tight cunt. This was so much
better than the two of them fighting about birth control and the morals of
teen sex. The girl's cries became louder, and she gripped her mother
tighter before she screamed in release, her whole body shaking violently,
setting off Amanda's orgasm. They both screamed and mauled each other
until they fell against the car, their bodies spasming in glorious orgasm.
     I gave them a few minutes to recover. They caught their breath and
gently petted each other's bodies. Amanda slid the tight slacks off
Melissa's slim hips. The girl kicked off her black platform heels. The
woman peeled down the sopping black cotton panties, revealing a still
blood-engorged, lightly blonde furred, pussy.
     I stepped up behind Amanda and undid her bra, which Melissa slid off
her breasts, making sure to grope them appropriately. I asked Amanda to
kick off her shoes. I couldn't bear to see her take of the garter belt and
hose though. They framed her ass so perfectly. All of the abandoned
garments went in the trunk, which I closed with a thunk. I walked around
to the passenger door and opened it. Inside was black leather upholstery.
I asked Melissa to slide in and sit in the middle, with Amanda next to her
by the door. I closed it carefully and walked around the front of the big
luxury car.
     Before I got to my door, it popped open slightly. "Why, thank you,
Melissa. You've passed the courtesy test. Not a lot of women do," I said
while getting behind the wheel. I looked over at the two naked women. They
were exquisite, each in their own way. "You're both very beautiful."
     They smiled and said thank you. I noticed the black car phone, and
realised I should take care of some business before the girls and I
continued our play.

More to come...


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