Chapter 2: New Year, New School, New Strategy
Chapter 11
New Year, New School,
New Strategy
The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could
have their own, though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room,
as did Megan and Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but
they saw themselves as servants of Ron, and he had programmed them
specifically to work with each other.
Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next
to it. The house was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant
for Ron's tastes. He'd fix that later. For now, what he wanted was
just to settle in.
Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the
items from their old home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the
time the move was complete, it was time for school to start back up.
School, unfortunately, started on Ron's fourteenth birthday. *What a
birthday present.* Ron didn't like school all that much, though he
liked learning. *Then again, I can probably make this year lots of
fun.* He was entering the same high school as his sister, which was a
four-year school, unlike some parts of the country.
On Ron's first day of school, his main objective was
finding targets. He had basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he
wouldn't see her much anymore. Though, he could still use her, since
the junior high wasn't very far from the high school. Actually, he
turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon entering his American
History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very familiar face.
"Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your
teacher, Mr. Baker, has been promoted to administration, and so I'll be
your teacher this year." She looked over at Ron and gave a smile.
*Well, this is going to be a fun class!*
Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the
day. He saw a couple of the cheerleading squad he recognized from
junior high. They had always scorned him before. Now he saw them in a
new light. He could have them whenever he wanted them. Ron was
thinking along these lines when someone shoved him from behind.
"What you lookin' at, Chaffey?" It was Dale. Apparently,
he'd finally gotten out of 9th grade, and made it into 10th, which made
him a bigshot on campus, Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he'd
been before. That's why he'd always picked on junior high kids,
because everyone at the high school knew he was a joke. "That's my
girl you were ogling there." Ron didn't think so, but didn't bother
saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with Dale, and one
word came to mind. *Violently.*
"Fuck off, Dale." He knew he had the power to back this
phrase up now.
"Ooh, big words, little man." With that, Dale took a swing
at Ron. Ron was fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to
make the next part look good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and
timed it precisely with his fist. He connected soundly on Dale's jaw.
The punch alone would have done very little, but getting hit with Ron's
extension was like getting hit by a small freight train. Dale
staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest of the group gaped at
Ron, and then took off running.
"Cowards!" Dale screamed. "You got lucky, you little
shit. Now I'm gonna pound ya!" Ron looked around. Nobody was looking
their way.
"Dale, stop." Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large
elm standing in the school yard. "I want you to run as fast as you
possibly can, headlong into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop
until you hit the tree. Then, if you're still conscious," which Ron
doubted he would be, "I want you to get up and do it again, until you
can't get up anymore. Then, when you wake up, you will remember my
order, but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened. You'll just
tell them you snapped. You've got some loose wiring in your head, or
whatever. Now, go."
With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was
a good fifty yards away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he
connected. Ron had long since stopped watching. He didn't much care
for the sight of blood. What he wanted was for Dale to be utterly
terrified of him. Word would get around. "Leave Ron alone, man, he's
scary." That's the reputation he wanted. He didn't want to be
popular, or well-liked. He didn't really give a shit about becoming
Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be left
alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was
afraid of him. He heard the 'smack!' as Dale met the elm tree, but he
didn't look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about
Geometry.
His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a
remedial math class. He walked into class and heard someone saying
"Did you hear what happened to Dale?"
"No, what?"
"He ran into the old elm tree, full force!"
"Is he okay? What happened?"
"Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think
he just snapped. Must've blown a gasket."
Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class.
There he found a note for him:
_Ronald:_
_ I'll be late for class. Try to get them settled down.
Introduce yourself, and start with review, if you can get them to
listen to you. Sorry to put you through this, it couldn't be avoided._
_ Thanks,_
_
Miss Ford_
* Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let's see: Do
I do this the easy way, or the normal way? The normal way won't
accomplish much. The easy way will make the teacher think I'm a
miracle worker. I like the easy way.* Ron smiled to himself, and
formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire room. It was an
obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to.
The bell hadn't rung yet, so he let them yak still. He
observed the class as he did so. *There are a couple of really fine
bodies in this class. I wonder if they might need some 'personalized
service'?*
Just then the bell rang, and, though everyone was now in
their seats, they hadn't settled down yet.
"Okay, everybody, let's chill out, okay?" He started out
polite, as he was raised. This had little effect other than a few
snide remarks from the upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was
time to exert some power.
"Sit down, shut up, and listen good!" The room dropped
dead silent. Everyone faced forward, being very attentive. "That's
better. Hello, my name is Ron Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your
teacher. Miss Ford will be here at some point during the period. She
asked me to handle things until she got here. I am here as a math
tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic arithmetic,
and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and Algebra
II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can so
that you can learn this stuff which I'm sure all of you hate, otherwise
you probably wouldn't be here. Are there any questions?"
One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front
of everyone. Ron acknowledged her. "I want to learn this stuff, but
I'm just not getting it. My teachers say I should have a tutor for
this. Can you recommend someone?"
Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls
Ron had noticed earlier. She was about Ron's height, slender, with
nice tits and curly blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open
face. Her body was just spectacular.
"Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to
tutoring here, I have always provided private tutoring at my home for
those students who really need it." He saw no reason to change his
policy now, though the money he'd make now wouldn't mean much. He'd
probably only be taking female students, now. "If your parents feel
you need a tutor, have them give me a call." He wrote his new phone
number on the board. "If I'm not home, someone will be there, just
leave a message."
"Now then, Miss Ford would like us to do a sort of review,
to see where each of you stands...."
About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into
the room. She was mildly attractive, about 5'4" tall, dark brown hair,
nice tits, and an all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over,
helping a guy with a multiplication of fractions problem. She waited
until he was finished. When he saw her, he straightened up.
"You must be Miss Ford."
"Yes, I am. You're Ronald?"
"Ron, ma'am. Yes, that's me."
"You've done an incredible job here. I didn't think you'd
be able to get them to listen to you."
Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking
at him, waiting for his answer. "Well, basically they're good kids,
Miss Ford. I just had to get their attention, that's all."
"Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone
number on the board?"
"Yes, ma'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed
private tutoring. I do that, too."
"Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this
year. Lucky you. And lucky me." She smiled at Ron, in kind of a
strange way. *Yep, it's gonna be a fun year.*
School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of
weeks since school started. He hadn't started tutoring yet, since it
was his policy to wait and see where the student's real problems were.
He was moving slowly, not out of caution, but simply because he knew he
had time.
Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to
school, and already word was spreading, "Don't mess with Ron." *Good,
maybe now I won't have to worry about those clowns anymore.*
It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in.
"Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!" The gym
instructor bellowed.
"Yes, sir!" He headed on down to the office, where he saw
Mrs. Wimberly, a pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and
saw that returned. "Hi, Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a
call?"
"Yes, Ron. It's on line 3. Don't be too long, now."
"No, ma'am. Hello?"
"Ron?"
"Hey, James! What's up?"
"We've got, or should I say *You've* got trouble."
"What?"
James informed Ron that a movie was being filmed locally,
and that it starred Jill Mercer. Unfortunately, the set had been taken
over by a rogue psionic who was causing no end of trouble. Jill was
one of Ron’s favorite actresses, and he wasn’t pleased to hear she was
in trouble, still…
"I thought we didn't get involved in this stuff, James."
"CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down
our membership. We judge them rather more harshly than we judge
ourselves. Besides, this guy's hurting people for no real reason.
Non-entities or not, they deserve some protection. Get on it,
immediately."
"Understood. I'll leave now." Ron hung up, and turned to
Mrs. Wimberly. "Ma'am, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave
now."
"You know I can't let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr.
Whitehead." She called him out into the office.
"What is it, Mr. Chaffey?"
Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell
out of there. Then he wondered, *How in the world do I get there?*
Then he remembered his comment at CAMP: *"Why don't you just make
yourselves invisible? It's got to be faster than driving."*
* Of course! I'll fly there!* Ron concentrated a little,
and turned himself invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the
air. This was a new sensation, Ron hadn't really done much flying
before.
Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were
presently filming. Despite a few minor mishaps and one
almost-catastrophe involving a large moving vehicle, Ron made it there
in record time. He set himself down in the woods, so no one would see
him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight, to see the carnage.
Jill Mercer was tied to a stake, completely nude. The
sight was not unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer
of sweat, her short red hair in a tangled mess and her large tits
heaving. Next to her were two other women, whose names Ron didn't
know. Ron decided it would be best to leave them tied up for now,
figuring the psionic wouldn't bother them if he didn't think them a
threat.
He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall.
Ron knew the force of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice
soft cushion against the wall, so the director just slumped to the
ground.
"Who are you!" The other psionic screamed.
"Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?"
"I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!"
"We'll see about that." Ron raised his barriers, and got
ready for a tough fight.
Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It
flowed right around Ron, as if he weren't even there. Ron plunged a
mental attack back at him, but he managed to deflect it with another
attack of his own. As James had warned him, even someone who hasn't
learned the mental defenses can defend themselves. If they can attack
often enough, hard enough, your attacks never get through.
Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something
he hadn't tried before, but he was confident enough in his shield to
try some new things. He detached his extension from his body, and sent
it off. Penndragon saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron
swooped it around behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At
that point, Ron slammed a mental control into Penndragon's head. The
man had no time to block, no time to fight. He was thrown to his
knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the pain would last until he
stopped it.
Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They
had all seen the battle, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide
his ability from them, he'd simply have to keep them from talking about
it. He undid their bonds, all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to
him and gave him a hug, but Ms. Mercer walked over to her chair and lit
a cigarette.
Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was
feeling them up rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan
and Janine. He looked over at Jill, who had covered herself up with a
blanket.
"That's a filthy habit, ma'am." Ron said to her.
"Go to hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?"
"'You people', ma'am? He and I are not associated.
Furthermore, I would never dream of hurting people the way he did, for
no good reason."
"But you would hurt people, hmm?"
"Yes, ma'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to
get even for things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Mercer, I have to
make all of you forget you ever saw any of this."
"Like that's gonna happen!" She eyed him suspiciously, but
then she blanked, as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental
block about today's happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like
she wouldn't want to smoke anymore. And some other things.
He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies
hanging off of either arm. Finally, they were the only two left.
"Well, ladies, it's your turn."
"Awww." Susan pouted, "Can't we have some fun first?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked knowingly.
"Well, we can't let you go without thanking you for
rescuing us, can we?" Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not
willing to argue the point.
"What did you have in mind?" Like he didn't already know.
Neither girl was probably over 19, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and
the fact that he had just probably saved their lives made him a very
attractive partner, indeed.
They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup.
Once inside, they worked together to remove Ron's clothes. Soon, all
three were nude. Susan started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into
her mouth, and wrestling it with her own. She rubbed his chest with
her hands, and generally worked to get him excited.
Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock.
"Oooh. Such a nice one." She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue
to lick his cock into her mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was
going into overload, but these two weren't about to let up. Susan
continued massaging his chest, and Janine began to fondle his balls, as
she took his cock into her throat. Ron's knees were starting to give,
and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch, where he could sit
down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to suck on her
tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and
massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then
gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with
pleasure as he changed the angle of his stroke each time.
Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close
to coming. "Oh, yeah, girl. Suck it harder." He kept fingering
Susan, but his body was jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits.
Suddenly he felt the head of his cock swell, then he erupted into
Janine's mouth. She swallowed it all. When he was done, she sat back
with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down and started sucking
again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger-fucked her pussy
until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up her ass.
She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed.
He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He
kissed her for awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand.
Then, seeing he was hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. "Fuck me.
Do it now."
Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron
got behind her, and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep
into her cunt. "YES! Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!"
Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and
fast.
"Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!"
Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine
had positioned her pussy in front of Susan's mouth, so that she could
get some pleasure of her own. Ron grabbed Susan's nipples, and twisted
lightly. Susan let out a squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped
eating out Janine long enough to say, "Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so
good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!"
Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron
kept riding her for all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch.
She writhed and bucked and squirmed for minutes, until she was finally
exhausted, and collapsed on the couch. Ron was still hard, and really
needed more. He pulled out of Susan, and walked over to Janine, who
seemed to be in just as much need as he was. When he got there, she
said only one thing.
"Fuck me, baby."
She wrapped her arms around him and french-kissed him in a
manner designed to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he
hadn't already been hard, he would have been after that. He moved her
up against the wall, and reached down to position his cock. Once he
got it into her, she used the wall and her strength to wrap her legs
around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn't very big, or he might have
dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at first, but building
quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to drop to the
floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was
mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his
enjoyment. Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was
worth with her pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and
her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This was all he could take,
and he shot his load up into her, filling her with his cum.
Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be
moving anytime soon. He gently covered both of them, re-organized a
few of their thoughts, then left. After ripping some information out
of the other psionic's head in preparation for a visit from James, he
released him and flew back to school to finish out his day. He knew
the other guy would take a couple days to recover from the kind of
assault he'd just been through. At least, that's what the manual said.
When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was
there, to see Sandra and Dawn. It was the first time he'd actually
been around during one of her home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was
crying. Ron went immediately to her side.
"Dawn, what's wrong?"
"It's the kids at school. They were ragging on me for
being pregnant. Oh, Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it's so hard
for me!" She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
He held her until she settled down, then laid her back in the chair.
"I hope you're happy with yourself." This was Dr. Brown,
watching from the doorway. "You've managed to mess up a perfectly
normal family. And what you did to your mother-"
"I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My Father
did. Now, unless you have something important to say, shut the hell
up."
"Actually, I do. Due to the... nature of the pregnancy, I
ran genetic tests on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he
is born." She continued, listing the problems and their effects. Dawn
was crying quietly now. "My recommendation is an abortion."
"Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?" It wasn't
really a question, and she left as ordered. "Dawn? I don't know what
to do about the kids at school yet, but this, I can fix. Okay?" Dawn
nodded.
Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was
part of her, and then part of the baby. He worked his way into the
cells. He could actually see the defects. They showed up like red
marks on his school papers. Ron knew he'd be here all day redoing each
of millions of cells. So, he improvised. He formed his extension into
a genetic reprogrammer. The device would find these bad spots, and
redo them. It would run "In the background" as programmers say. It
would use his brain power, but not run consciously. He would need to
stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not that he was
going to leave her anytime soon, anyway.
"You know I love you, don't you, Dawn?" Again, she
nodded. She gave him a little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko.
"Kumiko, come here please."
Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. "Yes,
Master?"
"Get me a pillow, and a can of soda." Kumiko went to
retrieve the requested articles. When she returned, Ron placed the
pillow behind Dawn, for support. He drank the soda himself. It had
been a long day, and looked to be only half over. Kumiko remained by
his side, not willing to leave unless he needed her to fetch
something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension having worn her
out.
"How was your day, Kumiko?"
"Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I
have also attempted to help your mother rearrange the house more to
your tastes. She is still not well, but I think she is doing better."
"Thank you. You have done very well. I'm sure I will be
happy with the work you have done." Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a
little less this time, since she was kneeling.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed."
"Yes, now you're as pretty as the first time I saw you.
Not that I thought you were any less pretty before." Kumiko blushed.
"Master, I..."
"Kumiko, do you know what your name means?"
"Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother
and Father did not speak it very much at home, because they wanted to
become true Americans. No, I do not know what my name means."
"Kumiko means 'Girl Forever Beautiful'. It is an accurate
description of you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you
always will be." Kumiko blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron
gently stroked her cheek, but then he felt something tug at his mind.
He focused on it. *Oh, it's just the processor, telling me
that it's done.* "Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?" She
left to do so, and Ron looked at Dawn. *I'll find a way to handle the
kids, Dawn. At least we know *this* crisis is over."*
Dr. Brown came back in. "Yes? What is it?"
"Did you double-check the results of your test?"
"No, I did not." She seemed offended at the concept.
"I would like you to do so."
"Listen here, young man, I don't take orders-"
"Just DO IT." He was getting irritated with the lady, then
decided to get even. Obviously she didn't like him. He wasn't really
interested in her, either, given her attitude. He didn't want to mess
with so visible a person, since it would be easily noticed. But, he
did have ways...
As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a
sudden, she felt a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy
twinge. *What's happening here?* Her breasts began to tingle, and her
body started to heat up. *I am *not* excited by this, this pig.
Never!* But the signs were unmistakable. Her hands were trembling,
and she had to steady them to perform the test. By now, her love
juices were flowing down her leg.
"I'll... go get this analyzed." She quickly left the room,
not understanding either her body, or the smile on Ron's face.
The doctor called back a few days later to say that the
second test showed no defects at all. She would need to run another
test to be sure. She was very uncomfortable, but she apologized for
her error.
Ron had enjoyed taking that call. *The ass deserved what
she got.* Now, Ron was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring
101. He had been helping lots of the kids today, they were dealing
with common denominators, and they were all having trouble getting it.
Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked
him, "Ron, I think I'm really gonna need special tutoring on this one.
Can you tutor me after school?"
"Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call,
after six or so."
When the bell rang, Miss Ford asked Ron if he could stay a
few moments. They waited for the rest of the class to file out, then
she shut the door and locked it.
"Ron, you've been doing a spectacular job with the kids.
It's really been great having you here. I think a lot of these kids
might be able to make it out of here this year, thanks to you."
"Thank you, Miss Ford. It's a little early in the year to
tell, though."
"Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them,
Ron. You've sparked some interest in this class." She had moved over
to her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had
worn a very nice skirt and blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair
had been nicely done up, so that Ron had figured she had a date after
school. He hadn't known it was with him.
"Well, Miss Ford -"
"Please, when we're alone, you can call me Linda."
"Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I'm just glad
I can help." Which was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping
people in need.
"Good people like you usually say that giving is its own
reward. I think you deserve more than that." With that, she got down
off the desk and walked over to him. She was just barely taller than
him, since he had grown over the summer. She pulled him to her, and
kissed him on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised, but not enough so
not to return the kiss. He placed his hands on her ass, and squeezed.
She was madly pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she
could without breaking their kiss. He had pulled her skirt up, and now
had his hands inside her panties on her ass, kneading it in big circles.
She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He
almost stopped what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn't want
him to. He was curious why she was doing this with him. A little
probing showed her insecurity around men, along with a driving need to
make love. *Well, who am I to object?* So, he rolled with it. She
managed to get off her blouse and bra, and now he felt her bare tits
press into his chest. It was a wonderful feeling, her nipples were hot
points burning into him. She worked furiously at his jeans, getting
them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same with his briefs,
so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body against his,
so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her skirt, and
it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom, were
ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly.
They hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared
it off during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his
cock at her opening.
She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Do it, Ron. Make
me scream with wild passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me." Ron was
happy to oblige. He plunged into her hole with all the energy of a
buck in rut. He massaged her breasts, twisting her nipples and
pinching them lightly. She writhed under him, wrapping her legs around
his back in order to pull him deeper into her.
Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a
steady stream of encouragement. "Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder!
Yes, oh yes...God that's so good.....Oh, Yes, YES, YES!... Do it to
me... make me come... Make your teacher COME!" Her body was wracked
with spasms. She grunted once, twice, and then went completely rigid.
Her pussy was milking his cock, and finally it was just too much. He
spurted his come deep into her womb, and that sent her off on a whole
new series of spasms. She writhed around under him, until she finally
came down from her high. She was panting now, completely out of
breath. She smiled up at him.
"Oh, God, Ron! I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself
anymore. I haven't had sex in so long, and you were just so helpful,
so mature...." She didn't have the words.
"Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my 'help', you
just let me know." He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know
it was "okay".
"We'll have to keep this our secret." She said.
"No problem. I wouldn't want to spoil a good thing."
"See you tomorrow, then?" She had gently pushed him off
her, and was sitting up now.
"Yes, I'll be here." Ron got dressed, and left.
A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch
break. She was being taunted by other girls about her pregnancy.
"Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up."
"Who's the pop? Or don't you know?" And comments of that
sort. It was taking its toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he
could take of that crap. He strolled over to his sister and gave her a
hug.
"Is this really necessary, girls?"
"Oh, look, it's little brother to the rescue."
That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what
they were: vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn't deserve to walk
the earth with his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a
look, and whispered to them. "Girls, you're messing with my sister.
Unless you want to end up looking like Dale Jessup, I'd advise you to
stop it, right now. My sister is off limits, forbidden territory.
Spread the word. If I have to deal with this problem, somebody is
going to get hurt." His tone of voice, and the matter-of-fact
expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor was he
bluffing. They believed not only that he *could*, but that he *would*
hurt anyone who crossed him.
"Sure, Ron, sure." They all echoed the sentiment, and
quickly moved off. Ron turned to his sister, who was looking at him.
"What did you tell them?" She wanted to know.
"I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they
would have to deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them.
You're my sister, Dawn. I love you, and I'll always protect you.
Promise." They hugged, and he went on his way after making sure she
was okay. Another crisis, handled peacefully. Fear was an effective
weapon. He had absolutely no interest in those girls at all. They
were attractive, sure, but they were also all airheads. He wasn't even
sure they had the capability for rational thought. Anyway, it was time
for class.
When he got home that night, there was a message on the
machine. "Hi, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother. I'm calling
for Ron Chaffey. If he could call me back when it is convenient, I'd
appreciate it..." and she gave a number. Ron picked up the phone and
dialed.
"Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing."
"Yes, I'm returning a call from Mrs. Donalli." Ron had
learned that no one took kids seriously. He figured if he was
"returning a call", they might not ignore him. It worked.
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Ron Chaffey."
"One moment, Mr. Chaffey." *Mister. Wow.*
A moment later: "Ronald?"
"Please call me Ron, ma'am. You are Michelle's mother?"
"Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring.
She says you have been very helpful in class, but that you cannot
devote enough time to her individually."
"Yes, ma'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal
with in class."
"Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing,
then. How much do you charge?"
"My normal fee is $10 an hour. Usually, I only take
students for an hour at a time. However, I have decided on a new
structure this year, to see how it will work. I'm charging $15 for a
two hour session."
"That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our
house, or yours?"
"Mine, ma'am. It allows me to set up a better study
atmosphere. Plus, it removes familiar distractions."
"That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you
start?"
"Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That's a good night for me,
if it's alright with you. Say, seven o'clock?"
"Yes, that will work nicely."
Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need
to choose a good study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and
he knew he was going to have some fun.
The following day in school, he met up with a little
trouble. Well, maybe little isn't the right word, since it consisted
of roughly a quarter of the football team.
"Those were our girls you insulted yesterday."
"Insulted? I didn't insult anyone, guys. I told them to
leave my sister alone."
"No one tells my girl what to do."
"Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?" Biff
wasn't his name, but he looked like a Biff.
On the other hand, the guy didn't like being called Biff.
He swung on Ron, who had already erected a 'kinetic shield. His hand
appeared to hit Ron, when actually it stopped about half an inch
short. The guy must have thought he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of
iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It was very possible he had
several broken bones.
"Don't mess with me, guys, or someone's going to the
hospital, and it won't be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup,
right?" He let the implication that it was his doing just kind of hang
there.
One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do
anything, Ron posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron
positioned his extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet
away. "Are y'all sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop
now?" Ron was in total control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of
cake. It was psionics he had to watch for.
By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the
leader still holding his hand. *Well, at least he's not our
quarterback.*
Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He
was getting strange looks from Michelle *and* Miss Ford. He understood
the look from Linda, but he wasn't sure what Michelle was up to. He'd
find out soon enough.
When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the
last student to leave the room. Miss Ford was standing by the door,
and, as he was about to leave, she grabbed, him, embraced him, and gave
him a deep, blood-warming kiss. "That was for making my life easier.
Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow." Somehow, he managed not to weave down
the hallway after that.
It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready
for the past half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her
mother brought her up the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had
banished the rest of the household to non-visible rooms in the house,
essentially the upstairs. He tried not to run to the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in."
They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly
impressed with the house. "What does your mother do, again?"
"Well, my mother is an executive with a small company.
Most of the family income is generated by me."
"Tutoring pays this well?" She was joking, of course.
"No, ma'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part
time job consulting for a national organization on computer matters,
and some other items." Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him
to keep up with his computer programming. The 'other matters' of
course, covered a multitude of sins.
"I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if
an adult were around."
Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly
in a doorway. "Mom?" She walked over. "Mrs. Donalli, this is my
mother, Sandra Chaffey. Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to know that their was
supervision in the house." Michelle looked both embarrassed and
impatient. He thought he understood both of those. He was wrong.
"Well, I'll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you
can trust Ron. Your daughter is in good hands."
The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs.
Donalli left. Ron showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother
went back upstairs.
"Sorry about my Mom. She's a little over-protective."
"No problem. So, shall we get down to work?"
"Yes, let's" Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He
grabbed it, deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled,
but that would not have been right. For this command had come from
Michelle. *A psionic! But she's not on the list. Let's run with
this, and see where it takes me.* Ron followed along. Her suggestions
weren't actually working, but since he could read them, he followed
them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing articles of
clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had not
revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was
still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not
maliciously, but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind.
She almost panicked. *What's happening to me? Why can't I
move? Why can't I scream? I don't understand!!!* By the time she'd
managed those thoughts, he already had her down to her underwear, using
'kinesis. He decided to let her off the hook now.
"Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?" He was
smiling cheerily, not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and
covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed
to say now.
"You're not on my list." Ron still didn't know why that
was. "Are you new to the area?"
"Yes. We moved in just before school started." She didn't
know what 'list' he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about
the whole thing.
"Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?"
"Known what?"
"About your ability."
"A couple of years. It's just starting to get to where I
can make people do things, though. At first, it was just moving
objects, ya know? And I hid that from people, 'cause I didn't want
them to think I was weird. And then, I started to realize that people
would do what I asked them to, without arguing like they used to."
"And I was to be your experiment for.... what?"
"I wanted to know if it would work outside the family."
She was embarrassed at being caught, but also interested in what he
might be able to tell her.
"Well, it would have, if you hadn't been dealing with
another psionic. Damn, I am *not* cleared for recruitment. Hell, I
don't even know if you're good enough yet." Ron was talking to
himself, and Michelle didn't understand a word of it.
"Huh?"
"Oh! Don't worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of
mine. Anyway, what's the biggest object you've ever moved?"
"My bed. It's a waterbed, if that's important."
* Heavy. She can do it.* "Ever tried to fly?"
"What?" She didn't think she'd heard him right.
"Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this." Suddenly he
was floating in mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled
with it a bit, and managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot.
"Great! See, it's not that hard. Really pretty cool.
Say, just what were you going to do to me tonight?" Ron tried to sound
stern, but his smile gave him away.
"Well.... I was gonna, you know, make you...." She
couldn't say it, so she whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny
about that. He was the only one in the room, and still she wouldn't
say it out loud. "I mean, when I first saw you in class, I thought I
wanted to get to know you better, and the tutoring thing was just a
really good opportunity, if I could get rid of your mother..."
"Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't know that, did I?" She smiled.
Apparently, her model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her
breasts were actually floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly
auburn hair and brown eyes. Her face was a nice round shape, with an
innocent expression. Her breasts looked just right on her frame, and
her legs continued from here to eternity. She was about his height,
maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that it matters when both of you
are floating three feet off the floor.
"So, you wanted to screw me, huh?" She just blushed and
nodded. "Well, no reason to stop now, is there?" She just stared at
him. He took things in hand, as he removed her last garments, and his
own. He brought them both down to earth. "Wait here a second." Ron
went over to the couch and pulled a soft down bed from under it. The
bed was about a double-bed size, covered with fake fur. It was meant
as something to, well, to "do" things on. He motioned her over to him,
as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him, a little unsure of
herself.
"Is this your first time?"
"No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I
wasn't really given much of a choice."
"Well, we can stop now, if you'd like." She shook her
head, and took his offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down.
His eyes were now at pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He
reached out and softly kissed her on her mound, right above where her
clit was. She purred softly, and rested her hands on his shoulders.
As he pulled back, he saw her tits hanging down before him, begging for
suction. He obeyed the call, and took one into his mouth. He tongued
the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the tit until she moaned.
Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the process. When he
let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed her for the
first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her, he
wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing.
For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her
first time had been at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically
didn't know what "no" meant. She hadn't put up much of a struggle,
because she wasn't even sure she meant no. Which was also why she
never told anyone about it. Ron, on the other hand, was taking it nice
and easy. *This is the way it's supposed to be.* She kissed him back,
progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him back onto the cushion,
and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his chest. Ron didn't
resist: he liked it when the women took the lead sometimes. He figured
she needed to do this her way, to make it good for her.
Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed
each nipple, nipping lightly at them with her teeth. She continued
down, across his stomach, until she reached the head of his cock.
Here, she hesitated. This was something she had been told about, and
read about, but hadn't actually done. She thought it was kind of
yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for being nice to her. She
lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid stuck to her
lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it didn't make
her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing that
occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back
up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her
mouth. She wasn't sure of exactly what to do, but then she started
receiving images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced
sideways at Ron, and he just smiled back.
She licked around the head of his cock, and then started
pulling more of him in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the
back of her throat. Then she started a rhythm. She held the base of
his cock with her hand, and sucked him faster and faster. His groans
grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she heard in her head, *<**I'm gonna
cum!>* She decided to swallow, to see what it was like. She kept
sucking until, suddenly, loads of white semen poured into her mouth.
The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she liked it. She
swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his cock to
make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. "Did I do
good?"
"Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie
down." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to
him. He gently spread her legs, and maneuvered himself into place.
Then he bent in to lick her slit. Up and down, in slow, tortuous
strokes. She was shuddering with each pass, and purring quietly from
deep in her throat.
Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back
arched, and she grunted. *Not the typical reaction, hmmm.* He did it
again, and she grunted again. *Must be more sensitive than most.* Ron
took great advantage of this. He took her clit into his mouth and
started sucking on it, as he whipped it back and forth with his
tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a few moments.
"Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I
want you bad! Put it inside me Ron, now, do it now!"
He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually
get *more* aroused from an orgasm. He continued his torture,
occasionally letting up to lick up and down her slit again, but always
returning to her clit. Finally she gave in, and came in a horrendous,
screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back arched, arms and legs
splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute.
When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure,
wanton lust. "Fuck me." This command would brook no argument, not
that Ron was giving one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and
pressed himself into her. Ron was hot enough that he had trouble
controlling his pace, but he wanted her to enjoy this as long as he
could make it last. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time,
their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle, eventually declaring a
draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her, alternating fast, hard
thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing her right to the
edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with him.
"Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me
harder! Faster! Faster!" Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him,
so he caved in to her wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with
each thrust. Ultimately, he gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh,
he came, pouring his juice into her. At the first spurt, she came in a
mind-shattering, ear-splitting, spine-tingling orgasm that threatened
to shatter windows. They both were out of their senses for a moment.
When they both came down, they were lying side by side on
the cushion. Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. "Thank
you. Thank you for making at least the second time, special." She
leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron
looked at the time.
"Um, I think we should get dressed now."
"Why?"
"Well, your Mom's gonna be here in about a half hour, and
we haven't even opened the books yet."
They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the
books. It was difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands
off each other.
It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up.
"Ron, I believe you know Michelle here." She grinned at
him coyly.
"Oh, yes. We've been formally introduced, and
not-so-formally."
Mike got all sorts of information from that. "I see.
Well, I'm glad you two get along, because you're going to have to pay
her a lot of attention. Like we did with you, we don't want to
interrupt her schooling, so she can't come to CAMP until next summer.
This is a really bad time for us all, because we can't do things we
need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says she's okay with
you being her guide. Take care, though. Don't show her stuff she's
not ready for."
"No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty
well, didn't I?" Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well
on that one. Mike shook hands with both of them, and left for his
car. Michelle was carrying some sheets of paper.
"What're those?"
"Oh. Mike said to give you these. They're instructions
for what you can and can't tell me."
"Okay. Let me see them." She handed them over. "Come on
in, we've got some things to talk about."
"My Mom thinks I'm on a sleepover with girlfriends. She
won't expect me back until late Sunday."
"Good. Then we have a busy weekend ahead...."