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Trying the genre...comments, criticisms welcomed...

Ruff

This work is not copyrighted and I don't care who the fuck reads it!  If
you object, here's a fucking dime to call your congressman - he's at his
mistress' place.

   oops...no dime!

FOGGER by babylon Part One: Melissa
Author: Babylon

   As an eight year old boy, I was attacked by a neighborhood dog that had
escaped her leash and bolted toward me in a blur of black and tan fur.  All
I remember about that event was an intense feeling of impending doom, and
then, suddenly, that the black and brown colors of that angry streak of fur
gave way to what I can to this day only describe as a 'fog' of colors -
Angry, blind, raging colors: hot reds, and oranges.  I stood frozen in
place waiting for the first bite when suddenly, without realizing it, I
pushed 'blues' up out of the 'fog' and suppressed the 'reds' and 'oranges.'
The bitch stopped her charge, turned from me, and loped off to sit in the
grass.  The owner came running shortly after to capture and secure the
animal - He looked at me in disbelief that I was still alive and uninjured.


   I paid little attention to him, too busy trying to absorb the immense
fact that I was in the dog's head, in her mind, seeing and manipulating her
emotional condition.  Each day after that, I would pass the owner's house
and 'fog' his dog.  I imagined the bitch and I had some sort of bond, some
psychical connection between us.  And so I tested that connection,
torturing the beast with a roller coaster ride of emotional impulses.  In
time I discovered I could control the animal up to a half block away, and
fog her with emotional changes ranging from frothing rage to wanton rut
almost at will.  It depended on which colors I found in her mind and how
hard I tried to push them.

   Actually, color isn't the best way to describe what I see.  It's more
like a dense emotional cloud, diffuse, inchoate - in the aura of a animal.
The emotional content of that cloud appeared to me as colors - blues fading
to yellows, greens or reds.  I could see these emotions and had the ability
to amplify, trim or suppress them entirely.  Fogging the dog was fun, but
being a kid, I never thought my link with the dog as anything but a weird
private curiosity like discovering a dead body or looking at the results of
ones nose pickings.  In time I lost all interest in the thing as the
newness of the experience faded.

   And.  of course, like any healthy eight year old, I learned how to
masturbate instead.

   And that's the most it ever came to until I was thirteen - and met
another fogger.  My parents had taken the family to Disney World for
February school vacation, and I hated the trip - too many people, too hot,
too much wasted time waiting in line behind too wide asses for too few
exciting rides.  My brother and I dumped the rest of them, after about
three days and wandered the park looking at girls.  So many there were.  We
met two girls from Atlanta, Aeisha and Kim, cute, young, barely blooming
and easy to talk to.  They loved the fact that we talked so "proper." And
we relished in their attention and tried every possible approach to get to
first base with them.  It was fun, but the late afternoon approached and we
were under orders to meet the folks at the EPCOT Center by five.  So with
much regret, we left them and made our way toward the imposed rendezvous.
We talked about the girls as we made our way thru the park.  My brother had
squeezed out a last minute promise from the older of the two, Kim, to meet
the next day.  He bragged she was hot for him and he was determined to feel
her up if they ever met again.  I thought he was more than a little
delusional; most likely the only thing we would get to feel was the back of
their hands across our faces, I shot back.

   My brother didn't answer.  I repeated myself, looking at him this time.
Again he acted like he never heard a word I said.  He just continued
walking along beside me expressionless, treating me as if I didn't exist.
About the same time, I began to feel the most astounding sensation: my mind
was being 'tickled' - that's the only way I can describe it.  I looked away
from my brother in the direction of the feeling and saw an even more
amazing sight: a couple were waiting in the hot Florida sun for their turn
on a ride.  A white guy was about 20 or so, tall, dark haired and very
athletic looking.  His companion was about the same age, with long blonde
hair, big tits and a nice ass.  She was wearing a pale green halter top
held closed by a knot between her wonderful breasts, and a pair of tight
coochie cutter shorts.  That was a nice enough view, but not unusual that
day.  What was, however, was the black man standing behind the girl with
his hands up under her halter, busily massaging the hell out of her tits as
the couple continued waiting patiently for their turn as if completely
unaware.  The tickling sensation increased to an irritating itch as I
pulled closer to the trio.  I grabbed my brother's arm and made my way over
to them to watch this amazing outrage happening in plain view in the middle
of Disney World of all places.

   The black guy didn't even look at me as he spoke.  "So you're the one I
felt all day?," He says.

   "Huh?" I could barely blurt out.

   "You're a fogger, right...you can fog?"

   "Fog?"

   "Com'ere kid.  See this bitch.  She from Europe or some fucking place. I
come here once or twice a week to grab me a new piece of pussy from the
tourists passing through.  I saw her this mornin' and decided I'd take her
to her hotel for a few days, fuck the hell out of her and send her on her
merry way.  I can do that 'cause I can fog, you understand.  I think you
can fog too.  If you couldn't you wouldn't be talkin' to me right now. 
You'd be like that kid beside you, drooling on yourself." He pointed to my
brother, who was indeed drooling all over himself, like some retard.

   "So can you fog?"

   "I dunno..."

   "I think you can.  Feel that itch in your head, that's me fogging this
park.  You ever seen inside a person's mind."

   "A dog...once...long time ago."

   "Yeah, a dog's easy to fog.  Not much there to cover their feelings. 
Peoples though, that takes more practice.  You gotta get through all that
reasonin' and shit.  See this girl's mind, like all these other peoples
here.  They's emotions are buried deeper than a dogs, but you can find 'em
if you look hard enough.  Foggin's not like seeing.  It's more like mining.
You can walk over land filled with gold, but never know it's there 'lessin
you start diggin'.  'An' you won't see nobody's emotions, 'lessin you cut
through all that intellect."

   I looked in the girl's, the first mind I had seen in five years - and
the first human mind I had seen ever.  her cloud was very dense, tighter
and more chaotic than anything I had ever seen in that dog.  He held her in
a deep blue state.  But it was a blue I had never seen before, almost black
with streaks of yellows and golds.  The dog had shown yellows when she was
in rut - but again, not like this shit.  Pure and intense like staring into
the sun, pulled and swirling in and out of the blue-black of her fogged
quiescence.  I pulled out her mind and looked into my brother's.  His was
the same inky blue-black, but with little else except here and there traces
of a greenish twinkle.  I had never seen that color in the dog's mind, so I
didn't know what it meant.

   Then I tried to look in the fogger's mind.  I was surprised to find
brilliant colors dancing everywhere.  They swirled and tumbled through his
head like a kitten playing with a ball of yawn.  I was drawn deeper into
the colors and rushed toward...where...I didn't know.  With a panic I
realized I was being drawn along into some ancient hidden place inside his
head and couldn't pull back.  The colors began to run and bleed into each
other and far below I sensed some awful brown space toward which I was
being dragged.  I tried to break off but there was nothing I could do to
break off contact with his mind.  Then, pain...and I was laying on the
ground looking up into his face.

   "You a stupid kid ain't ya?  Stupid or just unlearned.  Ya don't never
try to look in the mind of no fogger.  If there's gold in these peoples'
minds, there's nothing but quicksand in the mind of another fogger.  You
get caught in there, and both ya be idiots quick, fast, and in a hurry.  If
I hadn't slapped the shit out ya, we'd both be done now."

   He helped me up, brushed the dirt off my ass, turned me around and
continued as if nothing had happened.  "No one but me and you notices I'm
checking this bitch's goods out.  They can't...don't even know their own
name bout now.  You the first fogger I met in bout six years.  Watch this."
He lifted the young woman's arms up, and pulled her halter top off.  He
grabbed one of her tits and wiggled it in my direction.

   "You ever see a nice pair of tits like these.  Nice...big nipples, all
pink and shit, taste good too...wanna lick?"

   What the fuck!, I thought.  I looked at the girl standing there, her
arms raised to the sky just as he put them, her halter top dangling from
her fingers, letting the guy squeeze and rub on her tits.  Every so often
she and her boyfriend, moved forward as the line made it way to ride's
entrance.  This shit was too fucking amazing to a thirteen year old.

   "So fool, you wanna lick or not?"

   "Okay."

   "Well get over here." Against my better judgement, I moved over to the
girl and stared at her face.  Like some idiot, I waved my hands in front of
her eyes to see if she would blink.  It was like I wasn't even there.  "You
better hurry up, I gotta go...'Old Henry' is waiting for this fine shit." I
figured I had better take up the guy's offer or never get another chance. I
gently fingered her nipple, feeling a buzz of surrealistic displacement, as
I encountered the object of every young boy's fantasy.  This shit was too
fucking unreal to be happening.  The nipple met my finger with a spongy
resistance, I could feel the minute pimples and wrinkles on it and the pink
areola surrounding it.  I traced the line of ridges along to the smooth
skin of her breast and my hand slipped over the heavy roundness, enjoying
the tickly feeling of the nipple against my enclosing palm.  That got me so
wound up, I came in my pants.  The sudden feeling of hot semen splashing
against my shorts and onto my thigh scared me near to faint.  And produced
a wicked laugh out of my would be mentor.

   "Hey, boy...guess you liked that.  Best you clean yourself up before
someone sees you.  But watch this first.  I get a kick outta this shit."

   He slowly released the girl from her fog, and as he did I could see her
cloud get denser until the colors all but winked out in pitch black.  The
girl 's arms fell to her side, dropping her halter top to the ground.  She
resumed her conversation with her boyfriend in some language I couldn't
understand.  There she was stark naked from the waist up and she hadn't
noticed yet.  Henry spoke to her in friendly voice and she smiled.  He
leaned over and whispered something to her and her face turned ashen as she
dropped her eyes to her chest as if to confirm something.  The look of
horror spread and her cheeks began to redden, she turned to her boyfriend
in a complete state of confusion and panic.  Henry quickly extinguished her
anguish as he put her back under.

   He turned to me and laughed.  "Boy you gonna have some fun with this. 
I'll be going now.  Me and this here slut got some fucking to do.  From now
on, you gonna have to get your own feels.  Bye"

   I watched him walk off toward the park entrance giggling to himself,
with the girl following him like some kinda puppy.  Her boyfriend still
stood there in the hot sun waiting patiently for his turn on the ride.  On
the ground, at the man's feet, lay the pale green halter she had been
wearing.  I decided it was time I got the hell out of there before I got
arrested for being black in presence of a missing white girl.  Grabbing my
brother's hand, I pulled him in a dead run toward the EPCOT Center and our
parents.  That night I laid awake thinking about that crazy nigger, and
that girl (and everyone else for that matter) standing there letting him do
what he wanted to her.  Most of all, I thought about touching her tit, and
cumming in my pants.  I didn't know cumming like that was possible.  Two
days later, I fogged my brother for the first time.

   And the last time, unfortunately.  We were returning home from Disney
World, my parents, my brother and sister and myself.  I had been trying to
figure this fogging stuff out for two days.  I had succeeded only in
getting my face slapped by Henry and Aiesha for my effort.  Sitting in the
back of the car with my sister and brother, the trip was boring and we were
restless.  To break the monotony of the road I tried to see if I could get
into my brother's head.  Mostly all I got was that dense cloud of inky
blackness surrounding his emotional core.  Then, on the sixth or seventh
try, I discovered the knack - his 'intellect' thinned and revealed the
brilliant colors I had only seen with Henry's help in the park that day. 
my brother's jaw dropped and a stuporous grin formed on his face.  In his
mind, azure streaks arose out of the blue-black cloud then pale pinks and
even paler greens.

   That was the last thing I remember.  Three months later I woke up in a
hospital bed in traction.  Inadvertently, I had fogged the entire car.  My
father, as locked in a stupor as my brother, had driven into the back of
tractor-trailer.  In the mad catastrophe that followed, he died, along with
my sister and mother.  My brother was a vegetable; he died six months
later, never regaining consciousness.  After another month or so in the
hospital, I was sent to a foster care to live.  I was placed with a nice
enough minister and his fat, happy wife, who cooked the best food I tasted
ever.  I shared the home with three other kids - twins boys, whose
crackhead mom had lost custody of them at birth, they were four.  And
Melissa, a sixteen year old girl whose parents had also died in a car crash
two years earlier.  The agency thought it would help me to adjust if I was
placed with her, seeing as we shared similar histories.

   The Minister and his wife were nice enough.  Although he looked very
grim, I never heard him speak above a deep whisper.  He even preached that
way in church, holding the entire congregation in rapt attention in a voice
I scarce believed carried to the back of the tabernacle.  He was six and a
half feet tall and skinny as a rail.  Strict too.  He'd have us up each
morning to read the bible before school, every meal began with his
blessing, and, under the fat smiling face of his wife, the house was
organized along near military lines.  "Never forget your family, boy. 
Blood's all you have." He would say.  And made sure I visited my brother in
the hospital every day to conduct a 'prayer meeting' until the day he died.
The twins, Shirome and Rashon, well what could you say.  A crackhead for a
mom, no father, and a life moving from one foster home to another.  They
were screwed already and hadn't even seen their fifth birthday.  The two of
them were hyper as all get out.  Noisy, back talking, couldn't sit still
for more than a minute or two.  The doctors shoved all kinds of drugs at
them, but it didn't seem to do no good.  Melissa got 'brat duty,' as she
called it, most days when the minister and his wife were off doing
ministering stuff.  I was mostly left alone because I was still in physical
therapy from the accident, and had most recently suffered among us - that
didn't exempt me from the chores, just the brats.

   Three months into my new life, I just turned fourteen and had pretty
much settled into the routine when word comes that my brother's kidneys
were failing and his time was near.  The Preacher took all of us down to
the hospital to say prayer over him and hope for a miracle.  We were all in
that little room, Minister, his wife, the brats, Melissa and I, staring at
my brother all tubed up, all bloated with his own fluids, every kind of
beeping and pumping machine around him you could imagine.  I hadn't
realized then that I caused that crash, Thank God, cause I don't know how I
would have reacted to watching him die.  But, I knew I could fog.  And,
though I hadn't tried to fog anyone since the crash, I figured if I could
do it now, I might catch a sight of him before he passed on.  So I did it.
Reaching into his mind looking for his colors, or something.  There was
nothing, just that ugly damp brown emptiness I last saw as I fell into
Henry's mind.  I vomited right there in the room, as my brother passed away
from me.

   The funeral was held later that week, the Minister presiding over my
brother's last moment above ground.  The church, an odd combination of
Jewish, Christian and good old 'holy roller' American religious fervor
rocked with song and sorrow.  Not that these people ever knew my brother,
of course.  But, I guess, the sight of the dead carried such dread for the
religious.  Now, I hadn't grown up in a religious home, so most of this was
completely alien to me.  But these folks feared death in a way I couldn't
imagine, or really understand.  All but the twins, that is.  They were
roughhousing in the middle of the aisle, driving Melissa near to tears with
their uncontrollable behavior.  Now, Melissa was a big girl - 5'11" to my
5'8" then.  She had a huge shock of straight dark red-brown hair which fell
below her shoulders.  Half black and half Portuguese, she sported big firm
full teenage breasts.  She was often mistaken for a latina, and Spanish
guys had no hesitation in throwing a little "Aeei mami, Yo quiero esta
contigo." at her in hopes of tasting her fruit.  Her thighs were full, and
rose to a womanly ass that 'rolled like Jordan' when she walked.  She had a
style, a way of moving and a body that made grown men turn their head, even
though she was barely more than a child of sixteen.  Her personality, given
her obvious attributes, was understandably forceful and self-confident. 
She knew men wanted her and delighted in the attention.  With so many men
in the neighborhood trying to get in her pants, she had little time for
boys her age, and even less for an insignificant kid like me.  Despite
that, she was my protector and I was coming to adore and lust for her - a
confusing situation for me.  She was certainly had the tenacity and
presence to deal with most situations, but the twins drove her crazy that
day and I sympathized with her predicament.

   It was time for me to view my brother's body one last time before they
closed the coffin, and I was nervous.  I had never seen a real dead person
before.  As I reached the casket, Shirome ran out into the aisle and
started a temper tantrum.  Melissa started after him, and Rashon took the
opportunity to run off in the other direction yelling at the top of his
voice.  To cover the noise, the choir started a low quiet number. 
Irritated, I fogged the twins before I even thought about it.  Instantly
the noise stopped...and the music...and the shuffling, moaning and
crying...and everything.  I had fogged the entire church.  Shirome stood in
the aisle quietly, and Melissa was frozen bent over reaching for him.  I
walked over to the twin and led him back to his seat.  I returned and
wondered what to do with Melissa.  She was still bent over, reaching for
where Shirome had been.  I studied her face.  Glassy though they were she
had beautiful hazel eyes, and perfect full lips, framed by her long black
hair.  Her mouth hung open, and I followed the outline of her cheekbones to
the line of her neck and shoulders.  Her blouse had fallen forward and the
twin cups of her bra, filled with her large breasts, were easily visible to
me.  And, I couldn't resist the opportunity to take a peek inside. 
Reaching into her blouse, I gently stroked one globe, marveling at the taut
fleshy, heavy feel of it.  I undid one button of her blouse and brought my
entire hand into it.  My fingers found the dense globe and slid along the
fullness of the breast until the nipple touched the base between my index
and middle fingers.  Gently I massaged the nipple between the base of two
fingers and rolled the firm hard breast in my hand.  Along her deep
cleavage, a sweaty dampness had formed in the heat of the church and the
funeral service's high drama.  I ran my hand into her valley, marveling at
the wetness and gathered some on the tips of my fingers.  Drawing them to
my mouth I tasted her saltiness.

   My nervousness got the better of me then.  I stood her up and guided her
back to her seat, and then found Rashon and placed him between Melissa and
Shirome.  Finishing, I made my way back to my brother's casket.  At the
casket, I released the fog and everything returned to normal.  That is, it
returned to normal for everyone but Shirome, Rashon and Melissa - who had
very confused looks on their faces.  And, most of all, for me: I had
rediscovered for the second time the powerful potential of fog.  That night
lying in my bed, I thought about Melissa's breasts, and hatched a plan.

   Two days later, Sunday, the Minister and his wife were off to visit
members of the church who had been unable to attend that week because of
illness or a lapse in observance.  Melissa was left in charge of the brats
and I was directed to prepare my clothes for the coming week of school.  I
watched out my window as they drove off and began to put my plan into
operation.  Sitting in my room, I fogged the house and got up my nerve to
do this thing.  After five or so minutes, courage in hand, I made my way
down to the living room where Melissa and the twins were sitting.  They had
been watching t.v.  and eating popcorn, the smell of it thick in the air.
the twins were sitting on the floor in front of the couch and to one side
of Melissa, who was sitting on the couch, legs folded under her and leaning
on the sofa arm.  Although it was only about 7:00 PM, Melissa and the twins
had changed into their PJ's.

   I made my way over to her and looked in her eyes.  Satisfied she was
heavily fogged, I touched her face and ran my fingers thru her hair.  I
leaned down to smell her hair and ran my lips over her face to her mouth.
Drinking in her young girl smell, I felt myself hardening and paused to
adjust my penis in my pants.  Still nervous, I moved thru the room to make
sure all the drapes were closed and the front door was locked.  Then I
returned to open Melissa's pajama top.  The buttons gave way to my clumsy
nervous fumbling and her breasts forced out pushing the top aside.  I stood
there in awe of those firm ripe hard melons.  They had a soft firm
roundness to them which gave way to dark brown puffy areaolae, each topped
with a deep brown fat nipple.  I touched them tentatively, fearful I might
do something to draw her out of her fogged condition.  Then more firmly,
testing their springiness, bounciness and mass.  They hung out in all their
peaked roundness pointing at me, swaying slightly as I caressed them and
admired their fullness.  I bent forward to taste one, pulling the nipple in
my mouth and rolling it around my tongue and biting it softly with my
teeth. The sponginess of the nipple in my mouth amazed me.  I sat there for
more than a half hour suckling at and fondling Melissa's tits.

   I remembered the words of Henry as he walked out of the park that day,
"Boy, you gonna have some fun with this." I was hooked.  I knew from then
on fogging was for me.

   After an hour more of playing with the fogged girl's tits, I began
exploring her mind.  The blue-blackness of her fogged state was there, as
the colors you'd expect.  I probed looking for her yellows, found them and
tried to amp them up.  But, I wasn't too good at it.  Mostly they would
rise for a moment and then fall away.  As they rose, her breathing
quickened, and her nipples hardened and protruded even more than normal. 
Her tongue rolled in her mouth as if she were trying to find something in
there.  Her pajama bottoms showed the tell tale darkening of moisture, so I
reached into her lap and slid my fingers across the darkening circle to
feel her dampness.  Since her legs were folded, I couldn't get very far,
and I was too nervous to actually move her so I could.  I bent down and
placed my nose in the cleft between her thighs, at the site of her dampness
and pulled her smell into my nose.  The aroma brought my penis again to
hardness and I could feel the drip of dampness forming in my own pants. 
After a few moments, the yellows subsided and her breathing slowed.

   Each time the yellows fell, I would reach in and amp them again.  And
each time I could get a stronger response out of her.  On about the forth
try, her breathing picked up a lot and she began to squirm in her seat. 
She fell back against the couch and produced sharp rapid breaths, heaving
her breasts up and down in rapid succession.  Her eyes, fluttered and the
pupils alternately dilated and constricted.  Her mouth opened and a rush of
air carried a trilling sound.  I pushed her yellows a little more and she
fell forward clutching herself and pawing at her breast, working one nipple
between two fingers and breathing in hacking, open breaths.  This time, the
yellows blossomed to the top of the blue-blackness of her fog and held
there without me amping them.  Her hand rubbed vigorously at her pussy, and
she yanked at her nipple pulling it out and pushing it back deep into her
breast.  She squeezed and pulled on the meaty flesh of the breast, kneading
it with rapid forceful hand movements.  I was exhilarated at the
performance, but overwhelmed at her response.  Not knowing where all this
was going, I increased her fog and pushed her back under.  I slipped away
upstairs to my room and jacked off whispering her name.  Then I released
the fog and went about my work.  About fifteen minutes later, Melissa came
running upstairs and into her room.  I waited, sure somehow she would
suspect me - why, I don't know.  When she left again and went back
downstairs, I waited a decent interval and followed her down.  She had
changed pj's and was again sitting on the end of the couch watching t.v. 
She didn't appear to notice me entering the room and barely responded to me
when I spoke to her.  I was worried I had fucked up somewhere.  But, she
mostly ignored me and watched t.v.  quietly, deep in thought and confused
no doubt at the wetness in those pj's and the vague feelings of heat still
rolling thru her body.

   During the next week, I was slipped into her room every night as the
fogged house slept, and making Melissa perform for me as she did that first
night on the couch.  Each time, after several hours or so watching her
masturbate herself to explosive orgasms six or seven times, I would go back
to my own room and jack off furiously until my cock was raw, or I finally
fell asleep.  After two weeks or so, I greeted my fourteenth year realizing
I could do virtually anything to her I wanted.  I spent the wee hours
fondling and exploring every inch of her body.  I would spend several hours
with my nose buried in her pussy licking at her thighs as I took in the
awesome aroma of her sex.  By the end of the month I stole into her room
prepared to commit an outrage.  I invaded her warm wet pussy with my
fingers, spread her legs and inhaled the raw funk of her asshole.  I began
slipping my fingers as deep into her proud marvelous ass as I could go,
watching the my dirt-stained finger sliding into and out of her ass, as I
sucked the flowing pussy juice off her pussy.  As I sucked and inhaled her
odor, I began humping myself into her tits and smooth flat belly.  In no
time at all, I came full force all over her belly, my ejaculate spurting
out between us, turning her slick with my cum.  i slid off her body to
examine my deposit, captivated by it's sticky smoothness, Sliding my hand
across her belly - swabbing my cum into it - I began working it into her
flesh, mixing it with the fine line of hair running from her navel to her
deep brown bush, sliding it up to fill her navel and trying to spread it
upward to her breast.  But it wasn't enough, so I stood over her jacking my
cock for several minutes until I came again, across her breasts and chest,
and slathered that in as well.  It was mystical watching my cum mixing with
her sweat turning her body into as glistening pillar of brown suger.  I
leaned forward and laid my face between her breasts, covering my face with
our juices, and rubbing it in my own skin with a slow ossilating wave of my
head.  I had to have more - I slipped over her, staddling her again and
laid full out on her fogged awesome body with my head on her wonderful
chest.  In that position, sucking on her puffy dark nipples and rubbing my
cock on her stomach and mons, I continued dry humping myself to orgasm
after orgasm.  Her body was crusted with I don't know how many of my
ejaculations.  When I finally finished I had to give her a bed bath to
erase the evidence of my invasion.  And so it went, night after night for
almost three months.  Some nights, I didn't sleep at all, just went the
whole night, cumming on her and cleaning us up, then cumming on her again.
It hadn't occurred to me to actually put my penis in her yet, but I
realized I never had to use my hand on myself again.

   As you can imagine, such absolute bliss had to have it's consequences.
Without knowing it, I was not only fogging Melissa, but altering her
emotional state with each encounter.  I didn't know at the time that a
fogger can not only fog, they can "trim" as well.  Fogging allows me to
suppress another person's awareness.  In a fogged state a person is
'distracted', so to speak and not open to external environmental stimuli. A
fogged person would not know, for instance, that her hand was on a hot
stove, or that someone had removed her skirt.  Trimming, I discovered
later, is the manipulation of that individuals sub-rational emotional
processes during the fogged state.  When I manipulated Melissa's colors, I
had reformed, at least for a short time, her emotional environment.  Amping
her yellows pushed her to masturbate on the couch that first night, but it
also generally increased her sexuality for a period of time after.  (Maybe
even permanently, I don't really know.) In the weeks that followed Melissa
changed a lot.  She had begun to complain to me about the ugly plain
clothes the Minister and his wife provided for her.  She began sneaking out
the house in the morning to school with her own 'special outfits' in her
bag and changing in the school lavatory.  By the month's end, word had
gotten around school and back to me that she had traded with some boy a
couple of blowjobs if he did her homework.

   I was aghast and anguished that she was developing a reputation.  And
more than a little miffed that she was putting out to anybody but me. 
Realizing I could be having a permanent effect on Melissa's emotional
background caused me to alter my activities a little.  I still did her
every chance I could, but I was careful to suppress her amped yellows after
each encounter.  Like a kid paying his parents stereo while they were out,
I pushed her as far as I could into an orgiastic moppet, but was always
careful to trim her yellows back to normal when I was done using her
various body surfaces for my pleasure.  After about a month of these
tweaks, she returned to the quiet but strong-willed girl she had always
been, and I again had exclusive use of her tender body.  And my ability to
fog was became more sophisticated.  In the beginning I had assumed I had to
fog the entire house to fog Melissa.  Now I found I could fog just her, and
leave everyone else untouched.  And I didn't need to dump it on her either:
I learned that fogging could be adjusted in degrees from the merest
distraction to a deep state of senselessness.  In fact, I had been altering
her underlying emtional environment in part because I was stripping so much
of her intellect away, and trimming her emotions so near the root.  Her
response to me was more thrilling, and far less damaging, when I enveloped
her in a light fog and trimmed only near the top of her emotions.  In a
daydream state or even lighter state of fog, she was almost 'involved' in
the action.  Which is to say, she didn't just lay there and let me do her,
her responses were very close to what they would have been if she were
unfogged and actively fucking me.

   I could protest to you about now, that I wasn't just using my abilities
to exploit poor Melissa.  In fact, I put much of what I learned to use
other ways.  I found, for instance, that fogging could be used to 'tame'
those brat twins and make them easier for her to babysit.  So, on the one
hand, I was using my abilities to exploit Melissa, on the other hand, I was
kind of making life easier for her too.  But the reality is mostly I was
using them to have my way with her.  In particular, I was intrigued by her
reported offer to suck a guy off in return for homework.  It opened up a
entirely new set of possibilities for me.  I began to seriously think about
actually fucking her, and all those other things boys said she offered to
do, not simply masturbating against her.  I crept into her room one night
and after our usual session pulled her up out of bed to stand in front of
me.  Turning her around as I circled to sit on the bed, I pressed her down
to her knees.  She was still slick from four or five of my ejaculations,
and, to tell you the truth, my desire had been mostly sated by those.  But,
I decided to try to see if I could get her to suck my cock, so I pressed
her head forward in my lap and pushed my shriveled boy cock into her mouth.
Instantly her mouth was alive with activity, and my head was swimming with
the hot delicious feeling of total wet envelopment.  I hadn't imagine it
could feel this good.  I took to scooting my ass to the edge of the bed and
rocking her head up and down along my cock in a maddening race to finish in
her throat.  I came, and kept her head working up and down until I came
again.  Her cum slicked chest pressed on the bedside, flattening her
titties against and dampening the sheet with my cum.  I held her like that,
throat full open, shoved down on my cock, and I hugged her head as I
exploded one last time in her mouth.  I finally pulled my cock out of her
throat and watched it flop down onto her titties.  I pushed the head
between her breasts and began again to shove up and down along her valley.
I came, splashing cum all over her tits and neck, and watched as the thick
rivulets dripped from her nipples onto her thighs under me.

   Two nights later, after we had finished dinner and I had performed my
chores of washing the dishes and taking out the trash, I just fogged the
house in a fit of uncontrollable hyper-sexual pique.  Melissa was upstairs
taking a bath and preparing for the next day.  I crept up the stairs and
opened the door to the bathroom, sat on the edge of the tub and watched her
mindlessly wash the same arm over and over.  (That's the thing about
fogging.  Whatever a person is doing when you fog them, they just keep
doing over and over again, until you stop them.) Her breasts, so tight and
firm they hardly moved as she did, lay half in the soapy water and half
out. I reached in to cup them.  I grabbed the soap and lathered them up,
and used the soapy slickness to fondle and carress them.  I slid my hand
down her belly and into her coo, playing with her button and rythmically
shoving my fingers in and out her puss.  I can't describe to you how much I
adored her, she was so fucking perfect, and so fucking mine.  I spent a
half hour just watching her in that bathroom, and working up my heat in
anticipation of fucking the hell out of her later that night.  The water
was getting cold, so I let myself out the bathroom and closed the door,
went into my room and lifted the fog from the house.

   Tonight was the night.  I had decided, to take Melissa's virginity and
fuck her cunt for the first time.  The excitement and thrill of it all had
me jumpy and hyped up as all get out.  I hadn't had the nerve to actually
fuck her before.  Sure I had done just about everything I guy could do to a
girl short of that, but it seemed to me that actually putting myself in her
pussy was a step that couldn't be taken back.  The anticipation of it was
drving me crazy and i couldn't wait for the household to go to sleep for
the night.  Finally it was 10pm, the Minister and his wife had been in bed
for about forty five minutes.  The twins had long since been in bed.  I
could hear Melissa moving through her room doing whatever in there, but not
going to bed.  I waited until the moving stopped and laid a heavy fog on
the house, opened my door, slipped down to her room and went inside.  The
moonlight was shining through one of her windows onto her bed outlining her
body as it lay mostly uncovered in the bed.  She had on a nightie and
panties set.  She was lying on her side away from me with one leg drawn up,
and the other extended.  I moved quietly over to her bedside and sat down
beside her.

   I sat watching her breasts rise and fall as she slept through the fog.
Reaching over, I ran my hand along her thigh to her hip and then to her
waist, sliding it down onto her belly, and brought it around to slip under
her panties top.  I felt the curly pubic hairs atop her mons.  Her pussy
lips were very fat, and I traced them as they curved along the crest of her
mons and disappeared between her thighs.  My fingers urged the lips apart
and sought out her button.  As I massaged her button, I began to amp her
yellows.  I wanted to be sure she was well pushed high into her yellow
state before i tried to fuck her.  i didn't really know how to take a
virgin, but from I had heard - from other boys - it was supposed to be a
painful and bloody event.  Above all i did not want to hurt Melissa.  As I
began to trim up her yellows, Melissa moaned slightly and turned to lay
flat on her back.  I could feel her puss bgin to moisten under my touch. 
She drew up first one leg and then the other as her breath quickened under
increasing rut.  Now, she arched her back and started to hump into my
fingers, holding her ass slightly off the bed and grinding her mons on my
fingertips.  I knew she was throbbing, but I took about twenty more minutes
to get her to the level of yellow I wanted.  By then she had long since
abandoned my fingers and was furiously masturbating herself.

   Despite the coolness of the night air Melissa's nightie was soaked with
her sweat.  She had yanked her panties to one side and held them in place
as her other hand tunneled fingers first deep into her pussy.  Her eyes
were shut tightly and her face was fixed with a grimace of insane lust.  I
climbed into the bad beside her and gently moved her hands aside.  She
continued humping into the air, and I used the opportunity to remove her
soaked panties.  I pressed her deeper into her fogged state, getting ready,
for the first time in this highly one-sided relation, to actually invade
her pussy with my cock.  Forcing her legs open, I crawled between them, my
cock in hand, aiming for her opening.  I was so nervous my cock, though
hard, was pretty dry.  I tried to moisten it by rubbing the head up and
down across her cunt, but she responded by lifting up off the bed and
before I knew it I was buried to the root in her magnificently hot pussy.
The shock of her sudden lusty thrust onto my cock and it's sudden
envelopment into her liquid warmth popped me off almost immediately.

   "Wow," I thought to myself, "That was easy."

   I pulled off her and watch our juices drip from the head of my cock onto
the sheet under us.  There was, to my surprise, no blood in it.  Of course,
I know now that the many nights I had spent fucking my fingers into her
puss had virtually worn away her hymen.  Either that or that kid she traded
blowjobs for class notes with had gotten to her sweet pussy before me.  In
any case,I was free to go on fucking her with gusto, and so i went back to
it.  Pushing deep into her fogged body and driving my cock into her with
the kind of enthusiasm a just blooded teenager brings to the job.  During
the maddening eruption that followed, I trimmed back Melissa's fog to the
mildest level i dared, bringing her even more alive in a vicious state of
rut.  Now, she began to speak, even cry out for me to fuck harder into her.
I complied pushing as hard as I could with my hips, trying to slam in her
pussy again and again.  As I came I did something I had never dared before,
I dropped her fog completely for a quick moment and pushed her back under
again.  i could feel her body stiffen in response, clamping down on my cock
and then relax as she slipped away again.  it was truly treacherous and
truly a high.  I loved it.  Jeez, I had to have fucked that girl for most
of that night, exhilarating in the feel of her warm tight pussy, the fresh
feel of it around my cock.  It was the climactic point of my months long
assault on her body and I spent the night savoring my victory.

   It was February again, the anniversary of my catastrophe.  I had been
fucking Melissa regularly now for about three months.  The learning curve
had been a bit steep, but since I was in complete control of the material,
I adjusted.  I had taken Melissa's hymen, fucked her mouth and cunt
sometimes for hours without stop, invaded her ass and taken every
imaginable liberty with any possible erotic surface and sub-surface of her
body I could reach.  Night after night she was bathed, drenched, with my
cum - dripping from her eyebrows, in her hair, on her lips, cheeks...and
wherever else I cared to deposit my load.  During the day, I might suddenly
take her in the bathroom at school or at home and make her suck me off,
just to hold me until night came and I could quickly follow.  I know this
sounds stupid, since I was porking the hell out of the poor fogged up child
six ways from Sunday, but I loved her.  She was, at once, my most precious
companion and sister, and, my fuck-toy, and sleazy doped-up cum-bucket.  I
couldn't imagine wanting another girl, since any I knew of paled in
comparison to her beauty and slender grace.  As you might expect, if you
give a 13 year old boy uncurbed access to a complex, exquisite,
sophisticated piece of machinery like the sex organs of a sixteen year old
girl, he'll end up fucking everything up.

   In early March, I came home from school and found Melissa's room empty
and she gone for good.  In the days that followed the twins and I were
taken from the Minister and his wife and placed in other foster homes.  It
turns out that my exhuberant exploitation of Melissa's body had led to an
unexpected outcome: I had gotten Melissa pregnant.  Child services
descended on the house like a horde of locusts, moving swiftly to end what
they called a situation of possible child sexual abuse and imminent danger
to the children in the home.  They tried to prosecute the Minister and his
wife for abuse, but failed when the physical evidence didn't support their
charges.  That didn't help the Minister though.  The intense publicity
surrounding the investigationn ultimately killed him.  He passed away in
his sleep shortly after her was exonerated.

   And it didn't help Melissa.  She was still stuck with an unwanted and
unexpected baby inside her.  And no idea how such a thing had happened.  No
doubt, Child Services was interrogating her trying to find out who the
father was, or pressuring her to abort or give up the child.  I couldn't
know, since I couldn't talk to her or find out where she was.  Fogger can't
read minds, so it wasn't like I could poke into the fucking social workers
warped mind to find Melissa.  I was beside myself.  I had figured out after
some consideration that I had killed my family that day coming back from
Florida.  Now I had, in effect, killed my new family.  Each time the same
outcome from my ability to fog.

   Henry's words came back to haunt me: "Boy, you gonna have some fun with
this."
   

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