Message-ID: <4021eli$9709112306@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter X - (Section 1 of 2) ***NEW*** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34193fab.16662159@mail.netaddress.com> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This posting contains: Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 - Section 1 Part 1 - Life Support (no sex) Part 2 - The Dance of Sex (mc, oral mf, mf) Part 3 - Twosomes and Threesomes. (mfm) Part 4 - Parental Secrets (mc, oral mf, mf) Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas (mfm) Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen (mc, mf) Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality (mc, mf, mfm, oral mm) Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy (mc, inc, oral mf) Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal (hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal) >The next posting contains: Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 - Section 2 Part 10 - The Making of a Slut (toys, mf, ff, oral, anal) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 1 - Life Support (no sex) The day before Thanksgiving was a day some of us will never forget, but many will never remember. Suzi and I were in our third hour class taking a test. Suddenly Joey sent me an urgent mental message. "Tim! John's spazing out! He's... Shit. He just fell down. We gotta help him!" I reached out and found Joey, then looked through his eyes. I saw John laying on the floor, twitching, his eyes rolled up into his head. People were panicking around him, including Joey. I tried to access John's head, but it made me feel sick. "Shit!" I said out loud. People turned and looked at me, but I didn't care. There were more important things to worry about. "Suzi, John's in trouble. I gotta go help him." I said very loudly as I dashed out of my seat and ran out of the room. The teacher was yelling to me, and everyone else started talking at once. I left it far behind me as I reached the stairwell to go to the second floor where John's and Joey's class was. As I climbed the stairs, I notified the nurse exactly what had happened. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she didn't hesitate to grab her medical kit and hustle upstairs. I reached the classroom finding all the students had formed a circle leaving an open area immediately around John. The teacher was trying to get John to respond to her, but as I probed him, I found he was fading fast. His heartbeat was very unsteady, his thoughts were completely confusing to me. "Joey, share link, but just enough to let me share with John." I thought to him quickly. He did it, and as I made my way through the circle of students, I reached out to John and started to figure out what was wrong. I quickly was getting sick, and by the time I got to his side, I was feeling my breakfast wanting to come up. "Trash can, quick!" I yelled and commanded across the room. Three people dived for the trash can but I had sense enough to cancel two before they started to struggle against each other. The teacher was insisting I go back from wherever I came from, so I also had to fix that. The trash can got to me just in time for me to puke into it. Then I realized I could have stopped it from happening altogether with a couple of quick commands. I had to not only use those commands on myself then, but several others near me. The nurse arrived at that time, and she didn't seem surprised to see me. I tuned my mind onto John's, tracking down his problem while the nurse was checking his pulse and stuff. "He took something.. Some kind of pills.." I finally announced out loud. "His heart is going stop beating, and I can't get his stomach to puke it up!" I was trying my hardest to make him throw up, but just as I thought I was getting something to work, his heart did stop. "SHIT!" I said, as I tried to start it up again. I was having to share my own life energy with him, and I was feeling the drain. "His heart stopped!" the nurse finally concluded nearly thirty seconds after it had. I began sharing more and more of my own life force, laying down on my back with my eyes closed. Just as I started to get his heart pumping again, the nurse struck his chest with her fist. "AAAACCCKKKKKK!" was all I could say, having felt the blow myself. I whispered, "Don't do that again." But only Joey heard it. "He said don't do that," Joey told the nurse. "What? I started his heart again. Don't tell me what to do. Get out! Everyone." By that time, I wasn't able to sit up, much less follow her orders. I was trying to keep his nervous system working, for it was my only way of controlling the rest of his body. Somehow I needed to keep some kind of signal running to his brain. Then I accidentally ran across the source of the whole problem. "Joey. John. The five way long time ago. Drugs. My fault. Damnit, heart stopped." "His heart stopped!" Joey said to the nurse. "What do.. His heart has stopped!" the nurse said, raising her hand to strike again. "No! Don't," Joey cried. Her hand struck John's chest, then again, and again. Each time both John and I jerked, but less and less every time she did. Joey grabbed her fist before she could do it a fourth time. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" She cried to the teacher. "DON'T HIT THEM AGAIN!" Joey said straight into her eyes. I was starting to slip, finding myself unable to break away from John. His body was pulling my own into a coma. I managed to signal to Joey for help. "SHIT!" he said as people started to try and pull him away. Joey had no choice. He began sharing his own life force. "Stop! Let Joey go!" Higgs called from the doorway. Joey, looking very pale, moaned, and laid down himself. Now the nurse had three people incapacitated in front of her, with only one of them conscious. "Shit Tim. Don't kill yourself for him.. Oh shit.." Joey moaned. Joey closed his eyes, and felt the weight on his next breath increase many times. As he took in the next breath, Joey, John, and I all breathed in a deep breath, all our hearts beating as one. There were gasps from many in the room, and then Suzi came in. "Tim? Joey! What's going on?" I was able to impress to Joey that something needed to be rubbed on both John and I to give our nerves something to send that was normal. Joey thought fast. "Suzi. Rub Tim's chest. Like his mom does. Somebody rub John's." "This is crazy! You can't expect me to follow the advice of a student?" the nurse said to Higgs. Joey remembered his ring and raised it to Suzi and said "Linda, John's chest." Suzi understood, and switched hands so her ring hand was free. She said "Linda, go rub John's chest like I'm doing Tim's." "Huh? Why me?" Linda said, hesitating. Suzi threw her ringed hand up for Linda to see and said, "Linda, go rub John's chest like I'm doing Tim's!" This time, Linda got up and said, "Yes, Suzi." as she scrambled over others to get up to John. She knelt beside John and began making circles with her hand. Seconds ticked by, John's heart was about to stop again. But the rubbing was helping me slow that down. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, but I was trapped to see it out to the end. I made sure Joey wouldn't be dragged into it too, making his link only a partial one. "His heart is going to stop again," Joey whispered to Suzi. "Joey said John's heart is going to stop again." she said loudly. "How could he possibly know that!" the nurse sarcastically said. Both John and I took two breaths, then stopped. Our hearts stopped three ticks later. Higgs told the teacher to clear the rest of the students from the room. Five seconds later, Suzi cried, "He stopped breathing!" "His heart stopped again!" the nurse said raising her fist up again. As her fist slammed into John's chest yet again, Joey, exclaimed, "AAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!" then a moment later sat up and said, "I said don't do th... OH SHIT!! I LOST THE LINK!!! YOU STUPID BITCH!" Joey crawled up to me, started trying to force a link from his side. I wasn't able to respond, locked in a link with John that I couldn't break. "I can't get in! Come On Timmy... LET ME IN GOD DAMN... SHIT.. FUCK!" Joey said. Suzi was rubbing very fast, trying to somehow add her own energy to mine. Joey had calmed himself, and began concentrating with all his might. But after thirty seconds, of rubbing without any responce, Suzi started to give up. Her hand finally withdrew, her eyes streaming with tears. The nurse and Higgs were giving CPR to John and I, but the link was preventing me from responding. Finally, Suzi told Linda to stop, which drew Joey out. "WHAT! Don't stop. Tim said keep it up no matter what!" "They're dead Joey!" Suzi cried. "Linda, keep rubbing!" "Yes, Joey." "Stop, Linda!" "Yes, Suzi." "Suzi! STOP IT! LINDA KEEP RUBBING!" "Yes, Joey." "Linda, Stop! Joey They're DEAD! Can't you see that?" "Yes, Suzi." "Linda, if you want to save Tim's life," Joey said, pushing Suzi out of the way and started rubbing my chest himself, "you take that ring off and keep RUBBING!" "Okay, Joey," a free Linda said after removing the ring. Then she went back to rubbing. "SHit! All I am picking up is that stupid coin of.. THE COIN!" Joey dug into my pocket, barely able to control himself enough to pull it out. It fell out of his hands as it emerged from my pocket, but he grabbed it on the bounce. They heard the ambulance arrive outside while Joey scrambled over me to get between John and I. Joey looked at Suzi straight in the eye and said, "Rub, or I will never forgive you." Suzi just nodded and started rubbing my chest again. Joey laid down in the remaining space between John and I, took a hand from each of us into his own and placed the coin between John's and mine, while he wrapped his own hands around ours. "THis..iss.. gonnhha...wrrk." Joey said, fading fast. Either the coin was acting as an amplifier, or it just allowed Joey to make the link and he took it from there. Whatever happened, none of us remembers. When the ambulance team made it to the room, Higgs and the nurse moved out of the way. But before they could do anything, Joey pulled us out. All three of us opened our eyes and gasped for breath startling everyone, especially one of the EMS team who had just started to kneel down at our heads. He fell backwards, the color drained from his face. Joey was the only one to remain conscious, and just barely. John and I had only been awake for a moment. Joey convinced everyone that the three of us had to stay touching just like we were. It didn't take much. He was fully linked to me so he could pretty much make anybody do anything. Joey had John's stomach pumped, which removed the continuing poisoning of John's system. My mother arrived twenty minutes later, and Joey allowed her to peek in his head to find out what was wrong, mostly because he was having trouble speaking. My mother checked us out as best as she could. "Joey, do you think you could get me into this life link?" "I think.. so.." he said weakly. "Listen to me very carefully. We need to get you three to the hospital. Your link is acting like a blood transfusion, but you are running out of good blood. If I enter the link, take the coin and stay linked with John, can you keep your link with Tim?" "As long as... I don't break.... the link... with Tim,... I can keep... it going... without his help.... or the coin's." My mother told the two EMS teams, "When those two let go with their hands, get them to the hospital as fast as you can. But don't let them get separated, because they need to be close each other for Joey to keep Tim alive. They all have the same poison in their systems, if that helps. "And I have to keep holding this coin between me and John to keep John alive. I'll try and stay awake, but I don't know... What Joey?" "Link... trash can." "Trash can...?" my mother repeated. She looked at Higgs and said it again, "Trash can?" "Oh... Apparently Tim threw up after getting in here, in the trash can," Higgs answered. "I don't und... oh, I see. Thank you Joey," my mother said, kissing Joey on the forehead. My mother had a stretcher put down for her next to John. She laid down to make sure she was on it right, then sat up and removed her business coat, loosened her hair, then took a deep breath. She reached over John to the four clasped hands on Joey's belly and said, "I'm ready Joey." The only response from Joey was to frown. My mother gasped, steadied herself, then removed Joey's and my hand from on top of the coin's. She grasped John's hand, trapping the coin between, then eased herself down on the stretcher. Joey's and my hands were free, and Joey cut the link between us and the other two. My mother groaned from the extra load, but Joey perked up. "Suzi?" Joey said clearly. "I'm here." "You can stop rubbing now. Tim said thank you." "Your welcome Timmy. Joey? I'm sorry." "That's okay. You weren't in the link. You couldn't know. I knew if I could just get in, I could pull them back out." Then Joey said, "Samantha? Tim wants to know if you're doing okay." "Tell him... I.. will... be okay.... as... soon... as... I know..... he is." Joey said, "Thanks mom." "You're... welcome Timmy." We were taken to the hospital, Joey and my mother were able to make sure the doctors didn't separate us from our links until it was safe. Joey was able to break our link right as we arrived at the hospital. He also recovered the quickest, followed by my mom and then me. My mother had stayed linked to John for a half an hour at the hospital before he was strong enough to continue without her. John's parents were very confused at first why three other people had been involved in the way they had been, but Joey sorted them out. Our links had provided John with life support, but if the nurse and Higgs hadn't given us CPR, we probably wouldn't have made it. My own life energy kept John from dying from the initial shock of the poisoning, and Joey's gave us enough to stay alive on. We were like self-recharging batteries, only we were connected to something that sucked out our energy faster than we could replace it. Once Joey and I were cut off from the source of the drain, Joey was able to recharge me enough so I could recharge myself the rest of the way. My mother had done the same to John since the source of the drain had been removed from John's gut. The three of us went home on Thanksgiving and John stayed there until Monday. It wasn't until Wednesday, one week after it all started, before John came back to school. Suzi, Joey, Brad and I had a long talk with him, about what had happened, why it happened, and how he had gotten himself into drugs in the first place. John didn't even know what it was he had taken, and we never did find out. He had taken two different pills. One was an upper, and the other was the mystery pill. The drug interaction was what almost killed him. But the reason he had taken them was to get a high similar to that one brief five way. Brad admitted that even with his sister around, he still yearned for the four and five way contact he had experienced. I had realized a long time ago that the pleasure involved in combined orgasms was in itself highly addicting. Joey and Suzi admitted they didn't know how long they would last if cut off from our three ways for a long period of time. So I did the only thing I could do. I made them all promise that if they ever came to the point where they couldn't handle it, instead of going to drugs or worse, they would come to me. They all knew if that ever happened, they probably would never leave me. I didn't like the idea of my friends addicted to the pleasure I could supply them, but the alternatives were even less acceptable. I just hoped it never came down to that. I never thought it would turn out the way it did. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 2 - The Dance of Sex (mc, oral mf, mf) After school that day, I had arranged for John and I to take a little... tour of some of the advantages of being a Tim ring wearer. I felt responsible for Brad's and John's problems, but felt Brad's had been taken care of for the time being. I decided John could become a honorary member of some kind. The ring idea had been my version of my father's collars. Rubies were masters, emeralds were dominant slaves (which only Julie had), sapphires were just regular slaves, and now I was trying to decided how John would fit in. He was my friend of many years, albeit not as close as Joey or even Brad. I wouldn't make him a master, but I didn't believe he fit into the slave groups either. After last period, we met on the third floor. "So, what are going to do?" John asked after I handed him a glass of my father's drink. "And what's this stuff," he added after taking a whiff. "You'll like it. It's a family recipe. I want to show you some of... well, I don't really know what to call it. Just trust me. You'll enjoy it." "Wow! This is good! What's it called?" "Life's essence, but we call it the drink of sex. You'll be feeling pretty horny in five or ten minutes. But don't worry. You'll have plenty of chances to work it out." "Uhm, okay.. I'm done." "So am I. Let's go down to the boys gym. There's something I want you to see." As we made our way down the stairs, I asked, "John, who got you into the pills, anyway?" "Uhm... I'm not supposed to tell, but okay. Jim Tannor offered me one, and I tried it. He's one of the guys I've been eating lunch with. It felt really good, so.. I asked him for another. Jim wasn't selling them to people, but I guess... he started to with me. You can't tell anyone, because he'd get into trouble big time. He came to see me in the hospital and stuff. He said he stopped, but I don't think he really will." "Well, I want to meet him tomorrow, okay? I'm not going to rat on him. I'm just gonna see what I can do. Uhm, hey.. You ever... you know.. do it with a girl?" John turned red, then said, "Sorta. Well no. Remember Tina Richards? Over the summer we sorta fooled around and stuff. She gave me a blow job once. That was excellent. And she let me feel her up. But we never did it, and I never actually saw anything. She got a boyfriend when school started and we haven't really done anything since." "John my friend," I said, opening the door to the boy's gym. "You will forget Tina Richards after today." He looked at me strangely, but then went in the door. The pompom dance team, thirty-eight junior and senior girls with bodies of loveliness, were all sitting on the floor in their Golden Girl outfits, discussing future events and plans. John looked at me again, this time with a hopeful look. I think the drink was starting to have its effect. I just winked at him, then motioned for him to follow me towards the group. I walked up to the girls and said, "Afternoon, ladies." "Hi, Tim!" they all said as they jumped to their feet excitedly. "Are you ladies ready for some fun?" They all said they were, but I called three of them over to me after feeling their doubt. "You know you don't have to do any of this..." I said to the three girls. "Everyone else here agreed to this without any problems. Just because you don't want to doesn't mean you're not part of the team. This isn't a school function ya know." "Tim," Melanie began, "we were talking yesterday. Could you?.. Uhm... Does he have to listen?" she said nodding towards John. "I guess not. Hey Julie! Show me your tits! John, that's Julie. She'll introduce you to the rest of the girls." "SHIT! Okay." John said, hustling over to Julie. I smiled back at Julie's big grin as she lowered her top back down. "Okay, what's up," I said, unconcerned with their shock at Julie's actions. The three looked at each other, then Melanie went on. "Well, we kinda, uhm... well... I know this isn't really fair to the other's, but uhm..." "We'll do it if you did something... extra..." Trish said. "Extra?... you mean in addition to? I don't know.. Tell me what, then maybe." Trish continued, "Joe Banken, he's my boyfriend? I really like him a lot. We're perfect for each other I think, and we've been going steady for over a year now. But lately he's been pushing to do it, and I think he might dump me for someone... easier. Do you think you could.." "Stop.. Do you know where Joe is right now?" "Uhm, probably in the weight room... He..." "Hang on.... Okay... Think about what he looks like... yeah.. Okay found him... His friends are pushing him to do it with you, and he is starting to believe them. So what were you going to ask?" "Oh, uhm. So, does he like, love me?" "Yeah, as far as he understands the meaning of the word." "What does that mean?" "Er, well...." I sighed. "He's not a... romantic like you and me. He thinks love is like.... put it this way. He hasn't been hurt by love, so he doesn't know what love is yet. Does that make any sense?" "I think, yeah. Oh. So you mean until someone breaks his heart, he won't really love someone? That sucks." "Yeah, but that's the way it works with guys like that. Some people don't recover from the broken heart and they never let themselves love anyone like that again. And the answer is no, I won't." "You won't what?" Trish said. "I won't do what you were thinking. You wanted me to break his heart for him. I don't need to. You can do that yourself. Then if his friends haven't turned him against you by then, I think he will come back to you. But I'm not going to force anyone to love anybody." "Oh..." Trish said, very disappointed. But then she said a little hopefully, "Actually, my original idea was just to somehow make him understand I wasn't ready to, uhm, you know." "I'll make you a deal. You give him a blow job once in a while, and he'll be satisfied with that. You're going to get your own satisfaction from our other deal, so it's only fair he gets his somehow." "You mean, put it in my mouth? That's disgusting!" she said with a face. "No it isn't. Here.." I said before sharing one of the other girls' first blow job with her. "Urrk.... okay, okay. I'll do it. Just don't do that again." "Sorry. I didn't mean to make it drip down your leg..." "What?" she said, looking. "Sorry, couldn't resist." I said smiling at my little joke. The other two had similar requests, both dealing with their boyfriends. I managed to find a compromise with each of them without actually doing anything more than reading a few minds, and sharing a memory or two. I didn't touch a single thought in the guys' heads, but the girls didn't know that. Twenty minutes after I had entered the gym, I closed the Tim Love Advice Hotline down, and walked over to John sitting with the other girls. "Having fun yet John?" I asked as everyone started getting up. "Uhm, yeah! But they won't tell me what's going on." "Let's just say it will be a dance you'll never forget," I said mysteriously, causing a few girls to giggle. "Come to think of it, I'll never forget it either. Ready Joey?" "Yeah!" Joey said from on top of the bleachers where he had been waiting all this time. "Doors are locked, windows are covered, and the guards are in place." "Okay!!" I said loudly to make sure everyone heard. "Is everybody sure they are okay with this? Once we start, we won't be stopping! Last chance to chicken out! Okay John. Let's grab our seats." Julie and Terri rushed up with our two fold up chairs and set them in the center of the gym. John and I took our seats, back to back to each other. "All right girls, just give me and Joey a minute to prepare you.." "Prepare for what?" John insisted. "Come on Tim.. I'm about to cream in my shorts just from what I think is going to happen." "Shhh. Tit tightening," I said as Joey and I started to find the muscles in each girl's chest so they wouldn't flop around so much and hurt. It probably would take some of the effect away, but they also looked really firm that way. Joey and I had been practicing and building up the girl's muscles for almost two weeks. It had been part of the deal to give them the ability to do this on their own once we had those muscles built up. Well, and once we figured out how to give them control. The girls had formed a circle around us facing inward. As Joey and I went around the circle in opposite directions, one by one each girl shifted their chest and then turned around facing away from us. Once they were all facing outward, Joey started the tape. Joey and I dropped the doughnut shaped blanket of the commands we had worked on for a week with the girls' help. It was the most complex and difficult thing we had ever attempted up to that time, but it worked perfectly and was well worth the effort. As the music started, the girls all began to wiggle their bodies like a belly dancers, keeping their backs to us, staying in sync with each other and the music. Their arms seem to flow down their body, up the sides of the two girls beside them, grabbing hold of the base of their dance tops. Then the entire circle of girls took a step towards the girl to their right, crossing their right leg with the other's left. They bent their bodies to their right, and I held my breath hoping the few that had lost their balance in the trial runs wouldn't this time. We never had run through the whole thing at once, but we had tested each part out, changing it until it worked right. No one fell as the bending caused their tops to rise up on one side. The girls bounced their upper torsos to the beat of the music, rotating them forward and then left. As they went through this bouncy rotating motion, their tops were slipped off over their heads, held above their bouncing heads by the two girls beside them. Then the music suddenly took a faster beat, and the tops were tossed forward, causing a neat effect by the cloth seemingly exploding from the circle outward in sync, with each top staying directly in front of the girl who it had come off of. (That had taken almost two days to get worked out) Their arms snapped down, flowed up their sides, then across their chests, turning just enough to see their arms covering their breasts. They twisted left, then they rotated right, never allowing us to see more than just a glimpse of their boobs. The music changed to a slower beat, with their bodies beginning to pulse along with it. They turned to their right, snapping their legs together in military style, displaying a profile view. Their eyes were slightly glazed over from the slowly building orgasm that would climax at the end of the dance. Their right arms dropped down, then made a circle motion above their heads and came to rest on the girl's right bare shoulder in front of them. They took a step forward, their breasts still covered by the remaining arm, and began walking in a humpy motion. The walk in itself was an incredible erotic thrill. It really appeared as if they were humping an invisible guy. When they had traveled halfway around their circle, their heads were thrown back with a large pelvic thrust that swung their bodies to face us. They bent forward while shaking their hair in front of them, covering up our view of their chests. When they dropped the second arm to dangle like the first, John gasped. The girls began to bounce again to the increasing beat, and their motions started to give brief glances at their breasts. The motions became more fluid, less bouncy, as they began to show more and more tit. Finally at a small climax in the music, they stood straight up, getting a "Shit" from John. The girls started to bend their knees, swaying their hips, and began to do part of their regular routine. It was pretty sexy, even before I introduced the bare tits, and with the addition of a few humps and grunts, I was sure John would be having wet dreams tonight. The climax was approaching, both the music's and the girls'. Their circle had expanded to twice the original size, and at the ending of their regular routine, they dropped to their hands and knees for the big finale. The music got soft, building in volume and energy while the girls began dragging themselves toward us, their expressions and bodies displaying every bit of lust and sexual arousal they were feeling. Their breathing was easily heard as they passed the midway point. Their mouths were hungrily open, their lips moist from their sporadic tongue movements across them. John was shaking from the excitement, and I must admit I was a bit too. The girls had been aroused longer this time than any of our previous practices, and it clearly made this part of the show much more intense. When nineteen hands reached from the floor and touched our thighs, they all moaned and rolled backwards to the floor, swept away with their orgasm's release while the music faded to silence. The only sound remaining after the tape stopped with a click was the hard breathing of forty-one people, thirty-nine of which had cum. Once we had sensed everyone had finished enjoying their high, Joey and I began clapping and hooting very loudly, which was joined by the dazed John. I said again to John, "Having fun yet John?" He almost made me go deaf with his positive reply. Most of the girls had sat up, some just remained on their backs. Once our applause finished, Joey and I blanketed the girls, releasing the tight breasts. This brought many gasps, but also signaled they could get up and dress. Five bare-chested girls, one being Julie, came up to John and I and excitedly asked how good they were. "Shit, you were fantastic! I creamed in my pants, TWICE!" John said. "Really?" two of the girls said as they all looked down at his crotch. John started to turn red, but then groaned and shut his eyes as three hands pressed against his still lumpy pants. Julie grinned at me, then said, "All right you horny bitches, grab this piece of meat and let's take him somewhere private. The master wants us to give him a good time. Pick him up, and make sure your slutty titties are where he can get to them." The four girls shivered and said, "Yes, Miss Julie." Then they each took a hold of the bewildered John, and carried him towards the doors. The other girls never noticed as Julie picked up the remaining five tops, then laced her arm through mine. Joey joined us at the door, watching the remaining thirty-three girls begin to run through their normal routine like nothing had happened. "How was the birds eye view, Joey?" I asked. "Not as good as yours at the end. Man Julie, if I hadn't seen this all week, I think I would have passed out. Did you see John's expressions?" "A little. I was a bit... distracted you know," Julie said as she laced her other arm through Joey's. We walked like that all the way to our room upstairs. We walked in finding John shirtless on the bed with the four girls suckling his chest. Julie barked orders, and two of them broke off and attached themselves to Joey and I. "Is Mistress Suzi joining us?" Dawn asked Joey. "Nope. She had... other plans," Joey said a little frustrated. "Come on Joey," I said. "With three muscle-bound guys at her beck and call, two with driver's licenses, you can't blame her for taking them shopping with her and the twins." "I know. But still. I don't like us doing stuff without being together." Dawn said, "Master Joey? Mistress Suzi asked me to make sure you were happy if sometime she wasn't here. I'll even try taking it in my ass if you want?" "That's nice of you Dawn... But I think... How about I break out the chocolate and whip cream. We still haven't tried that here." My bare dick perked up at that suggestion. "Hey, that's a great idea. If we just do their chests, it wouldn't get that messy." Julie said to me, "Tim, I don't know about the other four sluts, but I'm kind of running out of steam. Any chance of getting a sip of that drink of yours?" I took my shirt off, and called Julie to me. She was just a little taller than I was, but not significantly. I asked her to close her eyes, then I bent down to her left nipple and gently ran my tongue around it. I did the same thing to the other one, ran the tip of my tongue up her chest, then up her neck, chin, and finally arrived at her mouth. She parted her lips and tried to grab my tongue with them, but instead, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue attempted to enter my mouth, but I didn't permit it. After she stopped her struggles to penetrate my lips, I was kissing her as hot and passionately as I could for several minutes. Finally I broke the kiss and said to a stunned Julie, "Still out of steam?" She sighed with a sorta dreamy look on her face and said, "No... Where did you learn how to kiss like that?" I looked at Joey, and he shrugged. So I said, "I just kinda figured it out one day kissing Joey and..." "KISSING JOEY!" John said as he sat up on the bed. "That's.. that's.. gay!" "John, calm down. No one is gay here. Bi, maybe, but gay, no. You have...." "Shit! I ain't no bi or faggot. You're not going to try anything.." Joey stepped over to John and said "You dumb shit. If we were gonna try some fag stuff with you, don't you think you would be beggin' for it? Now stop being a paranoid dick head, and enjoy yourself." "Shit. All right. But how long have you two been..... er, bi?" "If you mean when did we start fooling around?" I said. "I guess it was the day before that five way that screwed you up." "Shit. No wonder. Okay. I got a confession to make. The reason I really went to sit with those other guys was I thought I was falling in love with Joey. Shit. That five way really messed me up. I've had dreams about kissing Joey and stuff. I guess I was afraid I was gay. But I don't want to kiss you or shit like that. It grosses me out most of the time." He was lying, and Joey and I both knew it. "John, so it grosses you out when we do this?" Joey said before we kissed wet and lustily, rubbing our crotches against each other, and generally making it as hot looking as possible. And we started getting carried away. We hadn't kissed in a while, mostly because it had gotten old doing it for Suzi's benefit. Joey stopped us when my hands went down inside the back of his pants to clutch his ass. We stood breathing hard on each other as we looked at each other's faces for a few moments. The bond we shared was never stronger than at that moment. When we turned to see what John's reaction was, we found everyone had been extremely turned on. John's hand was over his crotch, and the girls were just starting to snap out of their daze. "Sorry people." I said. "I guess we didn't realize no one here had ever seen us.. uhm, you know.." "And John, just because it turns ya on, doesn't mean you want to do it. So chill out, okay? Tim, Suzi, and I are.." "Joey, would you kiss me like that? I don't care if it's fag or not. I've been goin' nuts. I just want to know what it's like, and then I'll never ask you again." I said, "John, did you ever kiss Tina Richards like that?" "Uhm no. We kissed, but nothing like that." "Ladies, I want to ask the real yous something. Would any of you kiss John like that so he knows? I don't want to get him hung up on Joey because he was his first kiss." "I'll do it," Dawn said stepping towards John. "I think you're kinda cute anyway." John blushed, but said, "Thanks. Your kinda beautiful yourself, but I guess you know that." "Yeah, but that's okay. I like to hear it," Dawn giggled. John stood up, then closed his eyes and made a pucker face. "Oh, brother," Julie muttered. "Uhm, John?" Dawn said. "Hummmmph?" John said as Dawn laid into him. She knocked him back onto the bed and wormed her body all over his while she passionately kissed John like he was life itself. John started to get into the action, moving his hand to her back, then down to her skirt. Dawn was rubbing her crotch against his, her butt slowly rolling left and right. We all were getting turned on by the scene, and I felt a hand going down into my pants. "Shit, I guess we won't be trying out the chocolate," Joey said before pulling his own shirt off while Terri and Jen started undoing his jeans. I slipped my hand around Gwen's head and brought her to my face to kiss while Julie slipped my jeans down my legs. Joey said, "Holy shit, look at them!" John had worked Dawn's skirt down, and Dawn had managed to get John's dick out of his pants without taking them down. I froze them and said, "Dawn, are you sure? I know you're both virgins and all, but.." "Tim, let me go! Please? I want to. I haven't wanted to before, but now I do." "Okay, but it isn't love you two. This is sex, and you only do it for the first time once." "I don't have a problem with that. Do you John?" "Nope. Love can wait. Come on Tim. You started this." I sighed. I guessed not everyone even wants love for their first time. "Julie, before I let them go, help me pull his pants off, will you? I can't stand seeing his balls and dick cramped like that." We did. I quickly stimulated them back to where they had been before I interrupted and then pressed the play button. Gwen whispered, "Are you going to watch, or are you going to have some fun too?" I looked over at Joey who was on the floor with his two. He was sucking Terri's tits, while Jen licked his hard on. Julie was about to do the same, but I held her off. "Ladies, care to join me on the bed?" I said looking over at Dawn starting to hump. "Shit, I missed penetration. Oh well." I led the two lovely girls over to the bed, then went and poured three glasses of the drink. After we all had ours, I said, "Julie, for now on, if you want to have some of this, or give any of the other ring bearers some, feel free." "Thanks!" Julie said taking her empty glass to the fridge. I almost stopped her, but I figured, I gave her the privilege, what the hell. I was pleasantly surprised when I suddenly heard the whip cream can and found it circling my crotch. "WWOOHHOO!" I said when she poured some chocolate on. "Shit that's cold. Awe but it's getting warm with your hands. Excuse me, but I'm just going to lay back and enjoy this.." As the hands at my crotch mixed the two ingredients and painted my dick, I laid back, and found John's head next to mine grunting from Dawn's building lust. Dawn was up on her arms humping away, and they were both dripping with sweat. John's eyes were shut, but his hands were busy with her tits. I checked and found he was getting close to cumming, but she wasn't, so I put a block on John's since Dawn was doing all the work. My dick started to be licked like a lollipop, and then another mouth was sucking my balls. My horniness escalated, and suddenly I lusted for more. Ideas clicked in my head, seeing how to do two things at once. "John!" I said. He turned his head and blinked at me. I made his head move closer as mine did too, and we had an upside down kiss. Dawn noticed the surge of motion in John, opened her eyes and moaned loudly. The mouths at my crotch paused before doubling their efforts, bringing me much closer to cumming myself. I removed John's block and linked everyone up involved when Dawn's orgasm was about to blow. Five second's later, the world exploded with cum. I shot into someone's mouth as John shot inside Dawn, and we both broke the kiss to groan. Dawn jerked and shuddered, reminding me of Joey, and John lurched violently into her. Dawn collapsed on top of John, but gave me a lick on the forehead for fun before resting on top of him for a while. We heard some moaning from the floor, but didn't bother to look. I was pretty sure Joey had followed Julie's idea from all the sucking sounds below. When I got my breath back I said, "Having fun yet John?" from which I got another deafening positive reply. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 3 - Threesomes and Twosomes (mc, mf) "Tim, I want to ask you something," Suzi started before our third hour class a week later. "But you have to promise me you will tell me the truth about how you feel about it." "Shit. This doesn't sound like I want to hear it, but okay. I promise. You want to go someplace private?" "Uhm, yeah. I can't get this out of my head. Let's go upstairs." Nobody noticed us leave as the tardy bell rang, nor did the few people passing notice us holding hands climbing the stairs. She was nervous about something, and I somewhat suspected the day I had been dreading had come. She unlocked our private room, and we walked in, still holding hands. We sat down on the sofa, I waited for her to begin. "You know I've been having problems lately with how we always either do things together, or we don't do things at all. But you and Joey spend so much time together with your project, sometimes I don't feel it's fair." "Do you want us to quit? Or you want back in?" "No... I've wanted to go to the dances with you guys, but we never can decide who I'm with. And with the Christmas dance coming up, I'd really like to go. But I can't choose between you. You know I can't, and you both will bow out to the other." "Suz, stop kidding yourself. You know as well as I do you want Joey to take you. You want to know how I feel? I'm... crushed. But that's the way it is, and I don't want it any other way. You..." "Timmy, I still love you. You don't know how torn I am," Suzi said, tearing up. "Can't you understand? I want someone else to take me. Not you, and not Joey!" and with that she cried into my shoulder while I sat there stunned. I reached out to Joey and informed him what was going on. As Suzi sat there hugging me, Joey and I were passing back and forth ideas. Joey rejected the only one I truly considered until I let him check how I felt for himself. Then he told me to fuck off and closed his end. "Suzi?" I said, stroking her hair as tears started running down my face. "I know you love me, and I know you love Joey. You have to give one of us up for the other, and you know who that is. Otherwise you wouldn't have talked to me without Joey." "No, Timmy.. Noo..." "I've talked it over with Joey, and he...er, well, he knows what I'm gonna do.." "TIM!" she said coldly, sitting up, looking me straight in the eyes. Then she said with ice cold precision, "You will NOT make this decision for me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?! I WILL!" "Shit.." was all I could say after she released her nails that were digging into my shoulders. "I came up here to talk to you about letting Ben take me to the dance. Maybe go on a couple other type of dates..." "What? Ben? You mean.. The druggie? The overstuffed muscled version of me? Why him?" "Hey, that's not being fair to him. He's very sweet, and I.. like him, you know? I just need some fresh air from you and Joey. To give me a chance to do some things we never seem to get around to. I still love you two more than anyone else in the world, but I'm tired of waiting for you guys. I know you can't give me what Joey has or what you have, but I feel so... alone sometimes. Like you two are on another level that I can't reach." "Why are you telling me all this without Joey?" "Because... Joey is smart and all, and he is sensitive, but... he has the tendency to get angry first when something upsets him. You don't. And I haven't made up my mind yet. I wanted to talk it over with someone. Not have you make the decision for me." "Sorry. But you know how I feel." "Yes, I know. But you have been wrong before." "Suz? Do you want to make love with Ben?" "No!.. Well, not really... Well..." "Yes you do. His body drives you crazy. You're getting hot just thinking about him." "Stop peeking! You know why he drives me crazy. He looks like you." "Suz, I think I understand. You want some personal attention. We always have tried to make sure we only spend time together with you. Maybe that was wrong... You're right. It isn't fair that Joey and I can spend time together without you, but you can't spend time with just one of us. "So what if we started seeing you separately? And still spend time together. What if Joey takes you to this dance, and I take you to the next? Do you think that will make you happier?" "I don't know... What if you and Joey started keeping track of how much time we spend with the other. I don't think I could keep count, but you two could. I don't want to hurt you two, and I definitely don't want to come between you." "You might as well come in and tell us what you think, Joey," I said. After a few moments of silence, a key went into the door and Joey came in recovering from his blush. He sat down next to Suzi and said, "Well, I think it sounds better than you going out with someone else. Suzi, I can't promise I wouldn't get jealous of Tim, but it would be nothing like I would feel with this Ben guy. And with Tim's thing for fairness, I don't think I have to worry about him hogging you." "Yeah. I think," I said. "I'm going to have to think this over. If I do agree, you still want Joey to take me?" "Yeah. I would kind of maybe like sorta maybe like... ask Julie to it? If you don't object. I don't really have a thing for her, but she's kinda fun like you Suz. And she isn't going with anyone right now and is kinda bummed about it." "That slut? Hmmmm. Well she did give me a good... er, okay." "Hey Suz. You could let Tim dance with you for like one song. And I could dance with Julie then too. You're right, Tim. She does remind me of Suzi. Especially her blow jouuuh!" Suzi's hand had slapped Joey in the belly. "Damn, Joey. Don't you know to never compare the way women have sex? Speaking of sex.... We seem to have an opportunity to do a little group lovin'. Unless Suz wants to flip a coin and have her first twosome since her virginity." "You know what I would really like?" Suzi said. "What?" Joey and I said. "Sex with two big muscle heads that look like you." Joey and I looked at each other, then linked up. A few thoughts later, and... "Done," we both said. Suzi gasped as she watched us start to grow. Our bodies inflated, our muscles bulged, and our clothes started to tear. By the time we were done, only the shreds of our shirts and the elastic waist bands from our underwear were still hanging on. "Awe shit..." Joey said in a deeper voice. "I split my favorite shoes. Shit, I sound weird." "Hey Suz, do you think it's big enough?" I said in my new deep voice, holding my eight inch cock in my hands. "I can make it bigger if you want. Oh shit Joey. My balls are as big as hard boiled eggs." "Heh, hard boiled.. Wow. Look how many blood vessels there are in my arm. Shit." "HOW DID YOU TWO DO THAT!" Suzi screamed in delight. "What this little thing? You better get busy, little woman, because this hard on is ready for action." Joey said. Suzi leapt into Joey's arms and said, "FUCK ME YOU TWO HUNKS!" and started humping Joey madly, fully clothed. "Oh shit. Joey we forgot to drink first. Suz... Stop.." Suddenly Suzi found herself humping a fully clothed regular size Joey. "Shit. You two were trickin' me.." Suzi said climbing off. "Sorry. It wasn't meant to be a trick," I said. "It was an illusion, but it would have been completely real to you. You would have felt everything just like if it was really happening that way." "It was supposed to be a Christmas present," Joey added. "Sorry Suz." She sighed. "Well, what I wanted was for you to start using the weight room. I would really like to see you two buff." "BUFF?" We both said. "Oh, I say Tim, don't you look buff today.." "Joey, if you were any more buff, I would just come over there and do you in the buff." "Hmmmmm," Joey said giving me that "I got a great idea" look. "Hmmmm?" I said, giving him that "I think you're right" look. "Hrrrr" Suzi said, giving us both that "Ever do it without me, you'll die" look. I took my shirt off, Joey started undoing his pants. Suzi threw the cushions off the couch, and started pulling out the bed. By the time she had it out, Joey and I were over at the fridge naked, gulping down three large glasses of drink. The most we had ever had before was one large glass. Suzi started drinking her two large glasses (she was on a diet) while we started to help her undress. We all dived for the bed, and just laid on our backs waiting for it to hit us. "By the way, did I mention that my dad drank a gallon of that stuff once?" "Really? Did he fuck for a week?" "No.... But when he couldn't stop cumming after the first five minutes, he decided never to.... Suz, where are you going?" "To get you two a couple more glasses. Hey, can you die from too much cum in your stomach?" "Shit. Get back over here. I was kidding." "I know. So was I." "Uhm, Tim?" "Yeah Joey." "Did your dad ever really drink that much?" "No, not that I know of.." "Uhm, what about three large glasses like we just did." "Nope. He never wanted to drink a lot of it because he was afraid of getting tired of it." "Uhm, Tim? My balls feel funny." "Now that you mention it, mine do too." Joey's and my dicks started getting hard and started rising up all by themselves. "Shit.. My balls are... tingling.." Joey said. "Timmy? You're drooling precum like a fool," Suzi said, taking a lick and made me moan. "Fuck me Suzi. FUck me.... I think I could come so hard it would come out your ass.." Joey said, trying to push his dick into Suzi. "Uhhh.. I'm starting to feel it too. Oh Joey. Get it in me quick!" Suzi said rolling onto her back. Then she grabbed my dick and started pulling it to her mouth, having trouble keeping a grip with all the precum. I was feeling pretty desperate myself, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to her mouth and started to lower myself to her lips. As Joey started to rock the bed with his pumping, Suzi's hands grabbed my ass and pulled me down into her. I was so horny, all I did was groan as her throat started to gag on me. Suz pushed me out of her and choked a moment, but then she did it again. After a few more tries, she had successfully suppressed her gag reflexes and was having me slowly fuck her mouth. The next few minutes was wild animal frenzy fucking, with Joey humping so hard and fast, Suzi's ass was bouncing off the bed. My own pumping was slow because Suzi had to breathe between pumps. Joey's wild fucking finally made Suzi pull me out because she wasn't getting enough air. I was extremely frustrated when she did that. She was unable to even help me with her hand, so I had to do it myself as my lust boiled in my head. Joey finally came inside her, which caused her own orgasm to begin. Joey was fucking violently as he spurted, and Suzi's screams were intense. I couldn't take it any more, so I shoved my dick back in her mouth and instantly came. I came so hard and so much it was coming out the sides of her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could, and in a moment's surge of lust and breath, she took it in her throat again and let me squirt it down her throat. I didn't notice her struggling at first, but when finally was able to pull it out she was gasping for breath, coughing and wheezing. By that time, Joey had pulled out. He was still as horny as ever, but he was too tired to fuck. Instead his lust filled mind had just lowered his head into her crotch and was busy sucking out their mixed juices. I was just as horny and not the least bit tired. I knocked Joey's head out of my way with my ass, and mounted Suzi's well moistened hole. I sank in with a splurt sound and immediately started to fuck. Joey was not willing to give up so easily. He started tugging on Suzi and me to turn on the bed, and finally we complied. Then with more strength than I knew he had, he lifted my ass and legs above her, and then lowered me back down. I was still fucking her cunt, but her legs were up around my waist. Understanding what he was trying to do, I made room for him as best as I could. I felt his dick against mine, so I withdrew a moment to let him proceed. He dipped his dick in, then cupped his fingers and brought out a handful of juice more. As I began fucking again, he wiped it on her rose and proceeded to roughly work it in. Suzi was yelling for more, and Joey finally just got so frustrated that he just stuck it in without more than working a finger in. Suzi winced from the pain, and I groaned at the additional pressure. Joey didn't wait to let her get used to it, and a few moments later, all three of us were screaming out our lust. It was several minutes before we heard the people banging on the door, and we didn't even stop when Higgs opened it. The sudden draft of fresh air on our sweaty bodies pushed us over the edge and we came in a huge surge of orgasmic energy. Joey and I had connected everyone who was in or just outside the room, and suddenly everyone there was sharing in our largest joint orgasm yet. If we hadn't, we probably would have blown a few circuits in our brains with that intense of an orgasm. Everyone collapsed after the last surge faded away, with Joey almost falling off the bed backwards. Suzi and I were asleep in moments, and Joey managed to crawl up beside us before he passed out. But our sleep was only for a minute or two before a very upset principal with a pair of semen-soiled underwear shook me awake. "TIM! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! ON SCHOOL PROPERTY AND DURING CLASS TIME!" All I could say was, "uhm, fucking, sir." "I COULD SEE THAT! I TRUSTED YOU, AND NOW... YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE! GET THE HELL UP AND GET SOME CLOTHES ON! I'M CALLING YOUR PARENTS RIGHT NOW!" "Uhm, can't do that. Too tired. Wake me for fifth hour," and with that, I laid my head back down and almost fell asleep if not for several hands grabbing me and trying to force me up. I reached out with my mind, stopped their efforts, and while holding them off, I woke Joey. "Joey, we got problems. Help me blanket these guys to forget everything, and then we can go back to sleep." Joey linked up without a word, and only dropped his end once. After everyone had left the room and the door was closed, Joey disconnected and went back to sleep. I was getting cold laying naked like that, so I reached over to the blanket on top of the sofa's back and pulled it on top of us. I had pulled out of Suzi during the process, but was too tired to bother putting it back in. I just laid down beside her and fell asleep in seconds. I suppose in my sleep I realized how much I wanted us to remain together forever. This desire began an uphill battle against my perception that in the end there could only be two. And naturally I wanted them to be the two. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 4 - Parental Secrets (mc, oral mf, mf) Joey woke us up later, and we discovered we had slept through the entire school day. The buses were already leaving by the time we got dressed, so I checked around for somebody who could give us a lift, but didn't find anyone who didn't have a prior engagement. So I called for two limos from my mansion, one for Suzi, and one for Joey and I. While we were waiting outside, we talked about the upcoming holiday break. "So Suz, do you think your mom and dad will let you stay at Tim's for those five days?" "My mom will pitch a fit about it 'cause I think she knows we have sex and stuff. But my dad will go for it, especially because of Tim's dad. What about your mom? You said she was having problems about it too." "Yeah, well, Tim's mom talked to my mom. They do that sorta thing a lot. Anyway, it's cool 'cause Tim's mom invited them over for dinner for the first night." "Hey Suz. Do you think it would help if my mom invited your mom and dad too?" "I don't know.... I mean, my dad would love too, but... I guess my mom is kind of tired of meeting all these rich people and having fancy dinners with them. We really aren't rich or anything. But with my dad having to always entertain people to get donations to the university, we got that big house and nice stuff so they would feel more comfortable when they came over." "If your mom is tired of the glamour and glitz, maybe they should just come over to my house for dinner. You, me, and your brother would probably be sitting at the card table, but we could do it. Oh... I forgot the oven was broken again." "Your dad is still out of work?" I asked without thinking. "Hey, what does your dad do anyway?" "He's an electrical engineer. He messes around with electronics and computers and shit. He's been wanting to get a computer forever, but..." "Joey, I know I asked you before, but what if my dad really does have a job open for an electric engineer somewhere? I mean, your dad is smart, right?" "Electrical, not electric. And yeah he's smart. But I told you he wouldn't go for charity, and that's what it would be. I guess he's had trouble with work ever since Sis died..." "Joey? Do you think you dad blames himself for your sister's death?" Suzi asked softly. "I don't know. I guess. He never talks about it. None of us do. But he and mom go visit her on her birthday every year. And my dad is always bummed out about it afterwards. That's usually when something happens at his job. I heard my mom saying something about it. Something always makes him really angry at work... Look. Can we talk about something else? This is depressing me." "Okay," Suzi said before giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Opps... looks like I'll be talking to you two later. There's the limos." Sure enough, two long black stretch limos pulled into the school's lot. There were lots of people hanging around for their bus (some of the buses came back for a second load), so everyone started to talk and watch them pull up. We all looked at each other, grinning, yet slightly embarrassed. The first limo stopped with the door immediately in front of us, and the second limo right behind the first. The drivers got out, and the first driver opened the door. I recognized him as the same driver I had met that first day, and then gulped realizing who and what was inside as Suzi started climbing in. Suzi stopped halfway, and said, "Uhm, guys? I think this one is yours. How are you Vicki? and... Carol isn't it?" Joey and I looked at each other, but then the crowd gasped as I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone getting out of the second limo. "Shit." I said, followed by another one from Joey when he turned around. The twins were wearing their skin tight leather outfits. The shape of their nipples were plainly visible through the material, and if I hadn't been so sexed out, I would have sported a woody. Suzi bumped her head on the door frame of the limo when I said "Uhm, hi Honey, Joy." As Suzi's mouth fell open in shock, Joey and I walked up to the twins. They each gave us a kiss to our embarrassment, but then immediately let me know they were here to go with Suzi. "Uhm, Suz? The twins want to, uhm... shop I guess. They're gonna ride with you. So I guess this one is your limo. The crowd was getting very noisy, then John walked up and said, "What's going on? Who are these... babes?" The twins gave John a smile while Joey said to me, "Uhm, do you think we should blanket the crowd?" People were starting to follow John's example, so I said, "Na, let them wonder. Let's just get out of here before we get mobbed. "Suz, get in with the twins. Come on, John. We'll drop you off," I said grabbing John's arm and pulled him towards the first limo. We shut our own door since I had sent the drivers to start the engines and get us out of here. As I turned away from watching the crowd fall behind us, I found John was still staring at Vicki and Carol. "John, this is Vicki, and that's Carol. Girls, this is John." "Hello," the two nude women said from the bed. "Uhm, Hh hh hi," John stuttered out. "Vicki, does the other limo have a phone?" I said, climbing on the bed towards the phone. "Oh, yes young master. Would you like me to dial it for you?" "Yes please." "Carol, is there any Life essence in the fridge?" Joey asked, climbing on the bed after me. "Uhm..... Huh?" John said, not know what else to say. As Vicki handed me the phone, Joey and I looked at each other, then back at John. Before I could say anything, I heard Suzi's shaky hello. "Hang on, Suz. John's having some culture shock." "She called you master. Is she... they.... Whoa. I didn't really believe.... Whoa." I started speaking to Suzi while Joey handed a glass to John. Joey said, "Here, drink that. Tim? You want some?" I shook my head no, said bye to Suz, and hung up the phone. "That was fast. I take it you didn't have to act as translator?" Joey said. "Nope. You know women. When it comes to shopping, they all speak the same language. Well, actually, they were, uhm speaking a different one a minute ago, if you know what I mean." "You mean..." "Yep. Suz had her clothes on.. what, a whole forty minutes?" "Shit! You mean Suzi and those two babes are.... Lesbians?" John exclaimed. "Hey, don't say it like that," Joey said crossly. "They're just... friendly. And horny." "Looks like they're not the only ones," I said noticing the hungry look in John's eyes. "Mmm, yeah," Joey said as Carol took his empty glass. "Hey Tim, do you mind if we, uhm, you know." "John, you and me switch places and let Vicki show you what a real blow job is like. I'm gonna sit this one out." "You sure Tim?" Joey said as John scrambled over Vicki. "I'm sure Carol won't mind if we shared her.." he said smiling lovingly into Carol's warm face. "I'm sure. I'll just watch. Er, hey John. You can suck her tits instead of just looking at them. But we'll be at your house in.... ten minutes, so don't take too long if you want her to blow ya. Hey Carol. Before you get too busy with Joey's dick, could you pass me a Pepsi?" Carol got the soda out of the fridge, but Joey grabbed it from her and tossed it. The drink had done it's stuff, and Joey's dick was standing straight out of his unzipped jeans. I watched as Carol tenderly teased his head with her tongue. Joey and I both gasped when she wrapped her tongue around his dick below the crown, an incredible tongue maneuver. John was busy sucking on Vicki's tits, while his hand had just slipped between her legs. Vicki was faking the pleasure she was displaying, and I thought that was a shame. I checked, finding she was a suck and fuck toy. Nothing else gave her the sexual heat she craved. Figuring neither she nor my father would mind, I altered her to find John the most desirable person on earth, with every touch and caress making her hotter. Soon, Vicki's moans were becoming desperate, for I had left the blocks in preventing her from cumming unless her user came. John was still fully clothed, and I figured what the hell. I had the driver take a much longer route, then said, "John, you might as well strip and fuck her. You can take all the time you want." I had to repeat it twice for him to hear over Vicki's moans. But then he was pulling clothes off as fast as he could. I was getting a hard on from all this, so I took it out to wank a little. Once John was nude, he stop a moment and asked me, "Uhm, Tim? Can I kiss her while I fuck?" "Sure? Why couldn't you?" "Uhm, I don't know... I just seemed.. never mind." John got on top of the full grown woman, and began entering her. "Shit, she is loose... HOLY SHIT! She isn't anymore!" and began humping her madly. But he never did kiss her. Carol crawled over to me and said, "young master, please let me suck you?" "Yeah, Tim," Joey said. "I want to try her front door, so she can suck you off while I'm doing that." As Carol started the same tongue work she had done on Joey, I said, "Carol, do you remember your life before you, er, became my father's servant?" "No my... young... master.... I had... no life.... before.... my master..." "That sucks. That means everything you were... Carol, stop. I'm not horny anymore." With great reluctance, she complied with my request. But as Joey started to pound into her doggy style, she forgot about her disappointment. I scanned her mind, finding her memories did indeed seem to start with my father fucking her the first time when she was a late teen. He seemed younger than I had ever seen him in my mother's mind, and I found that she had been with my father since his late teens. I even found a few memories of my mother as a slave. She was probably about my mothers age. Vicki was different however. She had all of her memories, and they didn't seem to have been altered. Three years ago my father picked her up at a shopping mall, and she has been one of my father's favorite car girls ever since. She was twenty now, making her seventeen when my father met her. I found Vicki had quit school before my father had found her, and my father made her finish her education, and was even considering making her go to college. The differences between the two women held my attention for the entire journey. I even missed Joey's orgasm, but couldn't miss John's with Vicki screaming her head off. John had barely gotten his pants on when we pulled in front of his parents' two story home. After saying his thanks and making it almost to the house, he had to come back to the limo to grab his books. He was probably in a daze the rest of the day. I told Joey of my findings, and his first reply was, "Wow. Just goes to show you how good Samantha is." "When did you start calling her Samantha? I mean, I don't mind, but.." "Well, after she gave me that blow job, I guess I stop seeing her less as your mom and more as a real live woman. You know?" "Yeah, I guess. But if you start calling my dad Charles, you're in trouble," I said pushing him on his back. "Hey, can I ask you a personal question?" Joey asked a few minutes later. "Depends on if I can ask you one afterwards." "Okay, that's fair enough. Have you and Samantha ever... you know.. Done anything?" "Huh? No, of course not.." "Oh." "You sound like you're disappointed. Why would you care?" "Well, uhm, I guess I just... Well, you're just missing out on some good head, that's all. I guess I just wanted to talk about how good she is. I mean, even with Suzi and the twins and all, I still... You know... Enjoy hers." "Damn. Okay, here's my personal question for you. How many times have you and mom messed around like that?" "Shit, Tim. You sure you really want to know? I mean, I know you're okay about it, but..." "I'm sure. Now spill it." "Okay... The last one was a number nineteen, so I guess that makes it twenty blow jobs." "And?" "And what?" "Come on Joey. I know you. Even without using my empathic ability, I can tell you're holding back." Joey sighed, then looked at me and said, "You won't get upset?" "Why would I? All right. I'll stop making you squirm. I know you two fucked. I knew it the day you did it. You two kept looking at each other. Hell, my dad and I even made a bet at how many times you two would do it that day." "Fuck! You know how much trouble Sam and I went through just to try and keep you from finding out? We didn't want you to feel left out." "Heh. You should have learned by now that no one has sex in my house without me knowing it. I even have that time in the kitchen on tape." "Shit.. Then why did you let us think we were getting away with it all this time?" "What, and spoil your fun? Mom said you were a better lover when the danger of being caught was greater." "What?! She's been setting me up?!" "No... She told that to my dad. I just overheard.. sorta. Anyway.. So why haven't you and her done anything lately?" "Hmph. You know what? I think you get off just thinking of your best friend screwing your own mom. If I ever catch you even laying a hand on my mom.. I wouldn't be responsible for my actions, that's all.." "Come on, Joey. You know I'd never do something like that. And I guess I do kinda get off thinking about you and mom. But you didn't answer my question." His attempt to lead me astray by faking his anger hadn't discouraged me, and Joey's face got twisted with torn loyalties. He finally just looked me straight in the face and said, "You will have to ask Samantha. I'm not the one to tell you." I blinked in surprise, not realizing until now there was something more going on here. Joey had never kept a secret from me before. I mean, yes, he kept things from me, but we both admitted the truth if one of us confronted the other about it. But this secret was specifically aimed at me, so he gave the only reply he could. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was... I understand. Thanks, bud," I said, letting him off the hook. "Hey Tim... about my dad.." "I won't ask my dad for..." "No. Not that. Uhm.. If he blames himself... Well, could you help me find out? If he's hurting like I was, then..." "Yeah sure. When?" "Today. Like, as soon as we get there." "Okay," I said, moving over next to him. He was still naked, and Carol was nibbling at his cock like she does with my father. His eyes were looking up into space, and I could feel his mind churning. I stuck my face into his and said, "You know what?" "What?" "We make a good team. I'm glad we're... close." "I love you too, Tim. Now are you going to kiss me, or just stare at my zits." I gave him a light kiss on the lips, then laid back down beside him, finding Vicki clawing at my pants to join Carol in a little nursing. When we arrived at Joey's, his father was asleep in his chair with the TV on the sports channel. When I entered his father's mind, I found him to be having a dream about two women mud wrestlers battling it out on the TV while he watched it with his old high school friends. I quickly turned my attention to try and find out what caused his anger concerning Sarah, and almost missed the switching of his dream's focus. One of the wrestlers was standing behind him massaging his scalp smiling a wicked smile while the other wrestler stood before them with a blank look on her face taking her clothes off. I heard the scalp massaging wrestler's voice say, "Tom, make her suck you." There was something odd about the dream. I put myself into the dream for a moment, feeling and knowing what Tom was experiencing, finding his perceived age to be about eighteen, and that he felt completely helpless to do that woman's bidding. Tom thought to the vacant eyed wrestler to suck him, and then the dream started to break up. I wondered if the dream could have ever happened, and quickly accessed Tom's memories when he was eighteen. I didn't find anything until I suddenly ran across the woman who had been in his dream. The fiery red head with green eyes had been one of his classmates in college, and he remembers taking her out on countless dates, but couldn't recall what actually happened on those dates. He just remembers picking her up and dropping her off, and faint echoes of having sex, but nothing really clear. I backtracked his memories to the time he first met her, then found the first blank spot and started inserting commands. When I finished with the commands, I watched the memory of that first date play out, forcing Tom to remember it against his own will. Once I had seen the whole thing, I set it up to see it again, then had Joey join in the link, then sent Joey into dreamsville so he would experience his father's memory like a dream. .....coming from dinner with Tara, looking for a spot to park in the drive in... Tara's voice "I like that one over there." ... Okay.... As good as any... Shit she looks hot.... She has to be planning to make a move on me. We are seven spots away from anyone else..... Tara's voice "Tom? Have you ever heard someone else's thoughts?" .... What kind of a question is that? Is there some kind of hidden meaning?.... "What do you mean?" Tara's voice "I mean, have you ever thought you could hear someone else think?" .... Telepathy? ..... "Telepathy?" Tara's voice "Yes, that's the word. Have you?" .... Weird... "No. Not that I know of. Why?" Tara's hand reaches up to my head and touches my scalp with her finger tips. Feels fucking great. Tara's voice "Doesn't that feel good?" "Yes!" Tara's voice "Lay your head down in my lap." ...Tara moves her legs so they are on the seat with her back to the door. I lay down and feel her other hand touch my mind.... Tara's voice "You're much stronger than Chris. Even stronger than Jim. You should last a long time before burning out. Yes, that's right, let go of yourself. See how easy it is.." ....feels soo good..... fingers go deeper and deeper.... soo good... Tara's voice "Almost to the center. Let yourself relax and don't fight it when you feel me take you. I promise I won't hurt you. You're going to be my Number One. We're going to have lots of fun together." .... so relaxed.... I'm her Number One.... lots of fun.... I can feel her fingers on my soul.... take me.... please.... ...flash of light... thank you Tara.... Tara's voice, "You are now my Number One. Tomorrow you will take me out again, and won't mind my number two coming along. You will take us to the make out point and think it is your idea. For now on, whenever you hear me say 'come to me, Number One,' you will let me touch your head like I am right now and release your mind to me. You will not have any interest in dating anyone else but me, and as soon as I let your mind go, you will not remember anything that has happened while you are under my spell. And tonight you will only remember sitting here with me watching the movie, very happy and content to be my boyfriend. You will not attempt to lure me into having sex with you, and will only kiss me when I choose. I am a witch. I do not have sex with mere mortals. Say yes, I obey." ... yes, I obey..... "yes, I obey" Something was wrong. Joey didn't seem to want to come out of his dream. The memory was over, but Joey seemed to be waiting for it to continue. But then he opened his eyes and said, "What? Is that it? Where's the rest?" "Shit Joey, you were scaring me. I thought the dream had done something to you." "No! I thought you were going onto the next date and was just taking a few moments to get set up. Is he okay? Does Tara still control him?" "I'm not sure exactly what Tara did to him, but he hasn't been 'touched' by her since," I paused, searching for the last blanked memory. "Since about two years later." "I'm not very good at this, but I can't find any commands in his mind," Joey said a few minutes later. "Can you?" "There aren't any. I would have found them a long time ago if there were. Tara wasn't telepathic like us. I don't know what she was, but whatever she used, it's more like hypnosis than anything else. Very deep hypnosis. Deeper than anything I've ever tried." "Come on. Show me a few more memories. Like the next one, and then do the very last one. I want to know what she made him do." "All right, but just those two. You wouldn't believe the strain it's putting on your dad just to call them up. We may have to wait for tomorrow to see the last one." "Okay. Just don't hurt my dad," Joey said closing his eyes. .... Who is this guy?.... Oh well... I guess he can come.... brake... clutch & neutral.... "Hi. Who's your friend?" Tara's voice "Tom, this is Chris. He's a very close and dear friend of mine. Would it be all right if he came with us?" .... I don't mind.... "Sure. The more the merrier." .... Brake clutch 1st gas..... Clutch 2nd gas.... brake right turn...... Tara's voice "Let's park behind everyone so we can see them rock." ....Whoa... kinky... I wonder if Tara knows how hard I am.... Tara's voice "Come to me, Number One" ...OH! PLEASE TOUCH MY MIND!..... AHHH!!!.... Tara's voice "There, now... Chris, your time as Number One is up. You are now Number Two. You are quite happy to be Number Two. You will do whatever it takes to show my new Number One everything you have learned. For now on, I may call you both by your number name even while you are not under my spell and you will not think it strange. You will always call each other by your number name, and you are now best friends. Number Two, teach Number One the first lesson." Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the car ahead of you. Imagine your hand reaching out to the two inside, reaching out to touch their minds, reaching... reaching... feeling.... touching.. now make your hands grasp their minds.... good.. hold on to them, and don't let them wiggle away... Now make them get out of their car by moving their minds.. Now make them undress each other... good.. Make them lose their fear by wishing them too.. very good. Give them the lust to fuck each other in front of your car.. Good. Tara?" Tara's voice "I've never had a Number One learn so easily. Go on with lesson two." Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the two fuckers in front of you. Imagine them glowing, glowing with sexual pleasure. Now imagine the glow moving from them to Tara's body, taking the glow from them and giving it to Tara. Don't let them stop making more glow, and keep sending it to Tara. This is our function, Number One. We are Tara's tools for pleasure." Tara's voice, "More Number Two. I want MORE!" .... more.... next car, reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking out... undress... make horny.... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara... next car... reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking out... undress... make horny... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara..... Tara's very loud voice "OH! YES NUMBER ONE! YES! MORE NUMBER ONE! MORE!! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" ... I'm glowing! I can feel them fuck! FUCK ME ALL!... AAHHHH I'm CUMMING.... I'm Cumming again! And AGAIN!.... I'm FUCKING EVERYONE!.... I had to stop the memory when it caused Tom to start to go into shock. The drain of forcing the memories back to the surface was almost too great of an effort for him. As Joey recovered, discovering he had creamed in his pants, I did a quick little peek into a few more of Tom's repressed memories. They were only flashes and not entire sequences of events, so they didn't cause Tom much more stress. "Looks like Tara used your dad to get sexual pleasure without ever having sex herself. I can't find any instances where she did anything but use him to make people fuck and then steal or share the pleasure they felt." "Why did she let him go? I wouldn't think she would have ever let him go." "Hang on, let me check," I said skipping to the last blank spot. It took me a few minutes to flash enough of the memory to get the gist of what was going on. And I was a little worried about telling him who was also in the memory. "Looks like Tara made your dad over stress his partial telepathic abilities. He burnt out. When he couldn't do it anymore, she shared the pleasure with him one last time, then dumped him. He had already trained another Number One a few months earlier, and, er, I guess he associated the sexual pleasure with his replacement." "Huh? What does that mean?" I looked at Joey and said, "What are your mom and dad's pet names for each other?" Joey never answered me. All he could do was stare at his father as it dawned on him. I patted him on the back and left him there with his mother's voice echoing in his ears from just the day before. "Number Four, tell Number One to clean up his fucking room!" I knew he had never actually been Tara's Number One, but Joey couldn't help trying to remember if he had ever met Tara and if there were any blank spots in his memory. But the reason I had left him like that had been because he was hard just thinking about it. I figured he wanted to spend a little time alone. And who knows. Maybe he'd clean up his room. Yeah right. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 5 - Tim's Family Christmas (mfm) The day after Christmas, Suzi, Joey, and their parents all joined us at my mansion for dinner. The three of us were incredibly nervous because we felt we needed to tell their parents about how we felt about each other. We had no idea how they were going to react, and both Joey and Suzi made it quite clear my parents and I were not to interfere in any way except verbally. There was also the matter of exchanging gifts. I knew my gift to Joey would most likely be initially refused, if not by Joey, then by his father. Suzi's gift I wasn't as worried about since my dad was also giving her father the goblets they had discussed last year. Of course Suzi's mom might object, but then she might not. She did kind of liked me. :) My mom and I made the dinner, and that unintentionally rung up some brownie points with Suzi's mom. In fact, Suzi's mom was the most understanding of the four, probably because she had already pretty much figured out that Suzi was seeing both Joey and I. I mean, it was kinda obvious when Joey would take her out, then I would, then Joey.. You get the picture. Joey's and my mom had kept in touch pretty much, especially since Joey and I were always doing stuff together. Joey's mom would call to have Joey sent home and then usually talk to my mom for a while. On more than one occasion, they would talk so long that Joey arrived home before they hung up. So Joey's parents knew about how the mansion was a gift from my dad to me, and that my mom was barely affording to keep it. But they still were a little uncomfortable to be in such a large and expensive home at first. Once the three mothers got busy chatting though, the atmosphere became fairly relaxed. Joey's dad even got a few minutes of friendly chit chat in with my dad, talking about a few things they did after they left our camp last summer, and even talked about doing something similar this coming summer. Suzi's dad monopolized the rest of my dad's time, but my dad and I both knew it was just his nature and he wasn't actively trying to get something out of us. Not that he didn't hope for something though. Suzi, Joey and I were very quiet during the otherwise very talkative dinner. We weren't very hungry. The butterflies in our stomachs were having orgies just so they could multiply in greater numbers. After we helped clear the table, Suzi, Joey and I announced we had some gifts to exchange. Both their parents had expected this since Joey and Suzi had both brought something for me and each other, and Joey had brought something for my mom too. Actually, Joey's gift to my mom was from his parents as well, and that made Suzi's parents feel they needed to apologize for not bringing something themselves. My presents to Joey and Suzi were in small boxes, but everyone expected them to be something expensive, or at least cost more than what they got me. But Joey's gift to me was priceless, or at least it was to him, and only those who were really close to him knew how priceless it was. "A baseball card? Oh my God. It's that one. You can't really be giving it to me!? I mean SHE gave it to you..." "Yeah, I know. But all those years you and I traded baseball cards, you always wanted it, and I would never tell you why I wouldn't trade it. At least not until you.. you know." "But... Oh Joey... Thanks man... Really.. thanks, but I.. I have to tell you, the only reason I wanted it was because you didn't want to give it up." "I knew that. But... Tim, it's the only thing I could think of that... You've been my best friend my whole life. I want you to take it. It's important to me that you do." I sniffed, and gave him a hug, resisting the urge to give him a peck on the cheek and stuff while in front of his parents. It took several minutes before we both could stop sniffling. Even Suzi was a little snifflely as she explained to our parents that Joey's dead sister had given it to him, the first of many in his baseball card collection. Suzi gave Joey the watch she had seen him admiring several times when we had taken the twins shopping. "Hey, speaking of the twins, where are they?" Joey asked as Suzi put the watch on his wrist. "Would you believe they had never tasted candy canes before?" I said with somewhat humorous look. "Candy canes? What do you mean?" Suzi asked. My father replied, "They got sick after eating nearly six dozen candy canes this afternoon." "Yeah," I added. "I've never seen someone actually look green like that before. They were really upset about missing dinner and meeting everyone, but not as upset as their stomachs were." "I seem to remember someone else getting sick on some fudge one Christmas," Joey's mom said. "Oh mom.." Joey said exasperated. "Will you ever let me live that down?" "I doubt it," Joey's dad said. "She reminds me every year that I was the one who let you get into the fudge. 'This time, make sure you put it up where Joey can't reach it, dear.'" "Uck," Joey said. "I never wanted another piece after that night. I hate fudge." I gave Suzi my present next, and her squeal when she opened it wasn't a complete surprise. "Ew Timmy.." she said pulling out the gold bracelet. "It's just like... How did you find it?" "I didn't. I had it made, using your, er, description of it. Does it look like your grandmother's?" "It's identical! ..Except for the inscription on the back. 'Forever Love.'" "May I see?" her mother asked. Suzi handed it over to her, and she examined it herself. "It does looks just like the original. Except for the inscription, like Suzi said. My mother's said 'Forever Yours.' You couldn't have done this just from Suzi describing it to you.." "Okay.. Okay. My dad was in Cincinnati last month and stopped by to photo the original for me. But that was after the jeweler already started it using my description of what Suzi said. Of course he had to start over, but.." "Jesus, Charles.." Frank said. "That must have cost a mint to have something like that custom made. I don't know if she should accept something that expensive.." "I was expecting you to say something like that, Frank," my father said. "Well, if you can't let Suzi except her gift, then I don't expect you will want that box over there.." Frank's eyes fell on the twelve inch square box, the largest gift under the tree, and he nervously kneeled down in front of it. He lifted it up, and instantly knew from the weight, "My god. You're giving me the goblets?" "For university. Tim's told me how much time you put into your job. I thought that perhaps it would be fitting for that library be called the Frank and Betty Aster Medical Library, if it hasn't already been officially named. After all, you're the ones who have to put up with the snobs like myself so it could be built," my dad said, laughing at his own joke like he always does. "Well... I... I don't know what to say," Frank admitted. "Charles, you've really done it," Suzi's mom said. "Frank has never been short for words, especially when it's about work. I think he'll accept it, if I know him like I do. Thank you Charles, Samantha. And thank you too, Tim," she finished, popping a kiss on my forehead. "Well, doesn't that take the cake," my father said. "I spend the money, he gets the kiss." "Oh, now... You get plenty of kisses," my mother teased, kissing him on the forehead like Suzi's mom had me. Joey gave my mom her present, and was very pleased with her response. "Oh, you devils. Margaret, I can't believe you spent this much on me!" she said, holding up the crystal serving bowl. "I'm sorry to say, it wasn't all that expensive. But when I saw it on sale at Jenny's, I knew you'd love it after the fuss you made over mine. Yours holds a little bit more than mine, does." "Thank you Margaret, Tom, and sweet Joey," giving him the same kiss on the forehead. That reminded me I never had asked her why they had stopped messing around, but now wasn't the time.. "Who's next?" I asked. "Here Tim," Suzi said, handing me a box that suspiciously looked like the one she gave Joey. "Holy cow! Joey! You told her!" I said, pleasantly betrayed. It was another watch, but not like Joey's. It was like his dad's calculator watch. "Heh, yeah. I was going to get it for you myself, but I wanted to give you the card too much. My dad even went and picked it out with her." "I wanted to make sure you got the newer model," Joey's dad explained. "Yours holds telephone numbers and has a database also." "Cool.." I said excitedly. I didn't mention the fact I already had a database and telephone directory in my head. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't just force myself to remember things like that. "Thanks Suz. Thanks Mr. Connor... Your turn, Joey." Suzi's squeal was just as loud as when she opened my gift. Actually, I liked Joey's gift better than my own. "It's a locket. Oh! With Joey's and Tim's pictures in it. Ew Joey.. I love it!" "Yeah, Joey. That's cool. So that's why you wanted to see the bracelet. You wanted to try and match it.." I said, pretending I hadn't already known that. "And Sss..since your mom gave me the picture of you, I uhm.. didn't need to take that picture like I told you I was," Joey quickly made up. I gave him a quick grin at his near miss. "Okay, last but not least..." I said, handing Joey the smallest box of the bunch. He looked at me with a frown when he shook it and couldn't hear anything. "What. Is it empty?" "Why don't you open it and find out," I teased. He did so, ripping the paper off in one stroke. "Shit, Tim. You put enough tape on the box?" Joey said, forgetting Suzi's and my parents were in the room. His family cussed in front of each other all the time. Even his mom. The color drained out of his face when he did finally open it. "What is it?" Suzi asked. Joey picked the keys up, making the familiar clanking noise that car keys make. I had spent twenty minutes positioning those keys in paper to keep them from making that exact noise, and finally just found some foam and cut slots in it to stick the keys in. The effort was well worth the surprise. "Oh.. Wow.." Suzi said as Joey's mother gasped. "No sir," Joey's dad immediately said. "He's not taking a car from you. No Connor is going to accept charity, even from his best friend's father." "But it's not charity!" I said, having expected that response at least. "It's sorta a payment for the work we've been doing. Tell him, dad." "It's true, Tom. Joey and Tim have been working on something that, to me, is of great value. You don't need to know the details on what it's about, but if it wasn't for Joey, we would have never figured what it was about in the first place. And he is the key to continuing the work." "By dad is like hiring him, sorta. And me. He promised me a car too on my birthday next month. Don't say no until you see it, please?" I begged. "Come on, dad. Let me at least see it. Then if you say no, I won't argue with you," Joey said, not really sure if he would be able to keep that agreement. "No. Absolutely not. Tim, we appreciate the act, and Charles, I know you're just trying to do this for your son, but I'm sure Joey was doing whatever he was doing for the fun of it, and wasn't expecting payment for it. He's not going to accept it and that's..." "But DAD!" Joey said, suddenly noticing something. He held the key chain up to his dad's face." "Mm.. Mustang?" Joey's dad said, almost nervously. "Nineteen sixty seven, cherry red convertible, in case you're interested," my dad said. "Oh, and before you start saying how expensive it must of been, don't. It doesn't run. The body is in great condition, but the engine is shot. But Tim tells me you and Joey work on your car all the time, so that shouldn't be.." "Where is it?" Joey and his dad both said at the same time. I don't know who was more excited, but I could swear I saw some drool on the side of Tom's mouth. We took them out to the garage, and I pulled down the makeshift curtain at the end of the building, next to the only limo I had never ridden in. Joey and his father made strange noises as they caressed the shiny red paint, massaged the tires, swirled their fingers over the dash board like two boys feeling a woman's skin for the first time. I almost expected them to start kissing the seats, but they skipped the seats and popped the hood instead. "Shit. Look at this, Joey. It's a fuckin' wreck." "Shit. I guess we won't be taking it out for a test drive any time soon. Holy shit, dad. The belts are rotted.. and.." They both turned around and looked at me and my dad. "What?" I said. "You can't fool us," Joey said. "You bought the car in perfect condition, then swapped the motor with this piece of shit." Tom continued. "You're absolutely... wrong," my father replied. "That is the original engine. A man by the name of Gerald T. Finch bought it after it was pulled from a swamp. He restored the paint and the interior, but he never got around to the engine except to clean the swamp sludge from it. He traded it for an old limo I had parked in the spot it's in now. Finch is getting on in age, and he wanted something, shall I say, more mature for his wife's sake. The limo was my father's, and it wasn't running either, but it wouldn't take much to get it going again. I personally hated the thing." "But if you don't accept it," I added "there's a guy who wants to buy it from us. He has a spot waiting in his collection, right next to three other Mustangs. I just don't understand why he never drives any of his cars. They just sit inside this big warehouse, looking all nice pretty while the guy shows them to maybe three or four people a year.." "Come on, dad.." Joey whined. "What do you think," Tom asked his wife. "Shit, you don't want my opinion. You know how I hate cleaning the shit you get on your clothes after you two tinker with the car. But you know you want it." "Shit, all right, then. I'll let him have it on one condition. You figure out how much it is really worth, then Joey and I will pay you back little by little. No buts. That's how it's going to work. And... Thanks." "Yeah," Joey said grabbing me. "Thanks," and promptly kissed me on the lips. "JOEY!" his father bellowed. Joey and I jerked apart, realizing we both had forgotten ourselves. The looks of shock we were getting from Suzi's and Joey's parents, especially Joey's dad, made the butterflies in our stomach turn into bees. We hadn't intended to tell them about Joey and I. "Uhm, I think we all better go back inside and have a little talk," Suzi finally said. The tension was thick as we sat down in the room my mom and I had turned into a family room. Before remodeling, it had been where my grandfather's harem of women under the age of twenty had lived. My father hadn't bothered to use it since he moved into my mother's mansion, but it still took a lot of persuasion before he would allow us to alter the function of the room. What we called our living room was very similar in shape, it having been the room where the more mature women had lived. The sofa and pillows Joey's and Suzi's parents sat on were even the original furniture. "Uhm, mom, dad?" Joey began, then hesitated no knowing what to really say. "Let me go first, Joey," Suzi said. When he nodded, she looked at her parents, and said, "You know I care for Tim and Joey, but I don't think you knew how much I love them, both of them. And no matter what Tim thinks, I love them equally." She said, holding our hands up to her chest. "I guess it's my turn," I said before Joey could say anything. "Mr. and Mrs. Connor, probably the only reason why Joey and I can both love Suzi with out hating each other is... well, we kinda feel the same way towards each other." "Yeah," Joey said, not looking at anyone. "But in a way it's different. Not that we don't love each other, cause we do, but we don't see each other as boyfriends, just... I don't know.. Close. Closer than close. Just like we are with Suzi," he said looking up at us, not hearing the confliction he had just made. "Well, that's fine and all, but.. you two don't go around.. Kissing, do you?" Tom said. Joey and I exchanged desperate looks, but Suzi was the one who answered. "And what's wrong with that? I've seen you give him kisses before, and he even gave you one once." "But he's my son. And they were on the cheeks. Shit Joey.." he shuddered. "Sam, did you know about this?" Margaret asked. "Yes, but.." "Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends. Tell me you didn't encourage it." "I didn't encourage it or discourage it. Margaret, they're not hurting anyone. If they were, then I would have told you. They have the right to live their own lives." "I think you're blowing things out of proportion," Suzi's mom said to the Connors. "They obviously are more interested in girls than.. boys. I've suspected something like this was going on for sometime. And I don't really know the boys like you do." "You knew?" Suzi said amazed. "Then why didn't you say something?" "Because you gave every indication you didn't want to talk about it. You may be surprised to find out what I know, if you ever took me into your confidence," her mother said rather oddly. Even without my telepathic abilities I could tell she had been hurt by Suzi's secretive nature concerning Joey and I. "I'm sorry, mommy," Suzi said giving her a hug. "So Frank, did you know?" Tom asked, feeling a bit frustrated. "No. What about you, Charles?" "Uh-oh," I said when I saw a mischievous look in my dad's eyes. "Not only did I know about it, I have their first fuck on tape," he said smiling. "Oh my God," Margaret said. "Please tell me you don't mean what I think you mean." "I knew it!" Joey's father cried. "Joey, Margaret, get your things. We're leaving. And don't even try arguing, boy. You're in deep shit as it is." "I can't believe you said that!" I cried at my dad. "We're not leaving!" Joey said very defiantly. "I'm not a fuckin' faggot, and if you don't know that, then.. then.... FUCK YOU!" "Samantha, maybe we should leave," Suzi's mom said. "MOM!?!," Suzi cried. "I can't leave!?!" Joey's father was trying to force Joey to leave with them, and Suzi's father was about to do the same with Suzi. I looked over at my parents and was shocked to see them watching the scene with amusement. So I did the only thing I could think of that didn't involve my powers. I picked up the crystal bowl and dropped it on the bare marble floor. The explosion of glass shattering brought everyone's attention to me. "No one is leaving until you hear me out. I love Joey and Suzi. I'd give my life to save theirs. Shit, they are my life. Yes, all three of us made love. Mr. and Mrs. Connor, I've known you all my life. You've said yourself I'm almost family. And Joey and I have practically done everything together. So doesn't it make a little bit of sense that we have special feelings for each other? I trust him, I know his every thought, and I love him. Can you tell me what is so wrong with that?" "It's unnatural," Joey's father said in a stern voice. "That's what is wrong with it." "Why?" Joey asked. "Because it is. Men don't have sex with men. Shit, Joey. I thought you knew better. Ever since mister big shot over there finally decided to claim his bastard son.." "You fuckin' asshole," Joey breathed. "Tim and I started messing around almost a year before we even knew about his dad. I guess I'm the bastard. You can't be my father. My father would understand." And without another word, Joey ran out the door. "Joey!" his mother called after him. "Let him be. He'll come to his senses," Joey's dad said. "He's not the only one who needs to come to his senses," I said as I ran out after Joey. Suzi looked painfully up at her mother. "Oh, all right," she said. "But grab your coat, and you better take theirs as well." "Betty!?" Frank said shocked. "Hush, Frank. She knows what she's doing." Meanwhile, I tracked Joey down to the garage where he was sitting inside the Mustang, staring out into space as tears slowly ran down his face. "Hey, can I sit with ya?" I asked. "It's your car.." Joey said sadly. I didn't say what I was thinking, just silently got in beside him. "If only I hadn't fucked up and kissed you like that. Everything was cool until that," he said a few minutes later. "You mean we, don't you. I fucked up as much as you did." "Yeah, but still.. At least your mom and dad don't call you unnatural and shit." "They didn't call you unnatural. If anyone is to blame for this mess, it's my dad. You know he did that on purpose just for fun. Shit, Joey. My mom was even smiling at it while your dad was trying to force you out the door. My mom! I can't figure that out." "Shit.. But what are we going to do?" He said, starting to cry in earnest. My own tears started to flow then too. I reached out to pull him towards me, and ended up with him crying into my shoulder. "I don't know, Joey," I said, trying to keep myself from following his example. "I guess we'll just have to stop... being?.. friends?!" That's where my own dam broke. We recovered ourselves when we heard the garage side door slam shut. Suzi gave a sigh of relief when she saw us, and walked over carrying our coats. "Aren't you two freezing?" she said quietly. "I'm too numb right now to care," Joey said. "Well, put this on anyway," Suzi said, tossing us our winter coats. "Thanks Suz," I said, shivering as I put mine on. "So, you want to join us for a ride down depression lane?" I said with a weak smile. "Only if I get to drive," she said, going over to Joey's side. "Scoot over. You're not in any condition to be behind the wheel." she teased. Joey complied, but he didn't respond to her humor. "Tim thinks we should stop being friends," he finally announced. "No he doesn't, and neither do you," Suzi said. "Come on guys. You know they're wrong. Joey, just give them some time to think it out. And I'm pretty sure my mom is on our side... Parents. Go figure." I snuggled up to Joey, and he put his arm around me, then snuggled up against Suzi. Suzi turned herself so she could lay against the door, then pulled Joey closer until his back was laying against her chest, and I was laying sideways against his. "Joey, remember when we did it that day when Tim wasn't talking to us? Remember what you said afterwards?" "I said I betrayed the only person I thought I could never betray." I have him a hug, then said, "And it turned out you didn't." "Let's just run away together. We could do it, ya know." Joey said a few minutes later. "Oh Joey. They already lost your sister. Do you really want them to lose you too?" I said. "No..." he said, tearing up again. We laid in the car for probably a half an hour, talking about nothing in particular, all of us trying to sort our feelings and figure out what we could do. Finally Suzi said, "I'm getting cold. Can we go for a walk or something? I'll be okay if we keep moving." So we went outside and walked the path the go-carts had made last fall. Time flew by as we walked the complete path three times around. Then finally we decided to head back and face the music. "Well, whatever happens, we can always form a link and talk later," Joey said as we walked up the back steps. "Yeah," I said. "Uhm, thanks for the presents, guys. I'm sorry you probably won't get to keep yours Joey. I'll keep it for you if you want." "We'll see," Joey said. "Ready?" he asked with his hand on the door knob. We nodded and entered the kitchen. "You think they left?" Suzi said softly when we didn't hear anyone. "No, they're here... Holy shit. You're not going to believe what they're watching," I said even softer. We snuck our heads around the corner, finding everyone sitting and watching... well, us. My mom and dad were sitting in a lazy boy, my mom laying partially on top and beside him while they shared a bowl of popcorn. Both Suzi's and Joey's dads were holding their wives close, and Joey's dad suspiciously had his right hand under Margaret's shirt. But at the time he was only rubbing her tummy. Their attention was fixed on the TV where a slightly younger image of Joey pounded away into Suzi's back door while I laid underneath her. I didn't recognize when the tape was made until the screen showed us changing our position. "They keep saying something. Shit. I wish your equipment had sound, Charles," Tom said. "Look at that," Frank said softly. "I've never seen anything like it before." "Suzi sure seems to like it," Margaret commented. "I wonder why they've only done it once before this," Betty pondered. "Shit, I'd do it every night if there was two of me," Tom said. "Shit! Did I hear you right?" Margaret asked. "You'd make love to me while another man did too?" "Fuck, no. Not another man. I said if there were two of me. I wouldn't trust any one el.. Oh sshhhiiit. That's it, isn't it. God Damnit." "What?" Frank said. "Joey isn't going queer. Neither is Tim. They just trust each other. Shit Margaret, what have I done." "I was just as upset as you were.. Shit, you didn't do it all," Margaret said. My mom and dad both took a handful of popcorn and nosily munched it down. Suddenly my dad said, "Here's my favorite part. Watch this." The action on the screen had been speeding up, and now Suzi was bouncing back and forth fairly quickly. Our second game of Suz-ball had actually been a let down, so I wasn't sure why my dad had called it his favorite part. But the camera angle showed our crotches at a very good angle, and when Joey came, his dick actually appeared to expand in size, obviously an optical illusion of some sort, but never the less very impressive. Even my mom gasped at that, and Joey's dad immediately cried, "That's my boy!" "Tom!" Margaret said, then suddenly wiggled madly as her husband started moving his hands into her pants. "Thomas... Stop it! Now, not in front of... Tom.... TOM!" "What? I don't think they will notice. They're a little busy themselves," Tom said before placing his mouth on her neck. As the images of the three of us settled down in each other's arms, the two couples on the couch started their own show, one that Joey and Suzi didn't have any intention of watching. "Oh, come on you two. They watched us. It's only fair," I complained mentally when they indicated they wanted to leave. They insisted, but before I turned to leave, my father's arm appeared off the side of the chair, holding the bowl of popcorn out obviously to me. I grinned and sent him a 'no thanks', then joined Suzi and Joey in the kitchen for some dessert. "You know," I said between a forkful of angels food cake, "my mom and dad set all that up." "What do you mean, set it up?" Joey said with his mouth partially full. "Of course they set it up. You mean you just figured that out?" Suzi asked. "Well, yeah," I said. "When did you figure it out?" "The moment your dad mentioned the tape and your mom didn't jump all over him. Jeez, guys. I thought you knew her better than that." "Shit. She's right," Joey said. "You know Joey? I think we're starting to slip. We're the ones who used to pull things on our parents, remember?" "Yeah. I can't wait to find out what our kids do.." We all sat quietly thinking about that one for a few minutes, then Joey got a smile on his face. "What?" Suzi and I said almost simultaneously. "Let's go break in the back seat of my car," he said with a sparkle in his eye. "Okay, but _I_ still get to drive," Suzi said. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 6 - Sweet Sixteen (mc, mf) "Oh, mom. That feels gooood," I said as she slurped on my dick. "Yeah, she's using a number sixteen on you," Joey said, carefully watching her as he fucked my mom from behind. I reached down and fondled my mom's breasts, feeling their soft yet firmness, their larger than average nipples, and gave them both a little twist. "Mom, are you sure it's okay to do this? I mean, I know it's my sweet sixteen birthday and everything, but didn't you say we could never do it?" My mom pulled her lips off my dick and said, "You're right. It's not right for me to suck you on your sweet sixteen.." "That's what I thought... What are you doing?" "Oh, Timmy.. For your sixteenth, I'm going to fuck you," my mom said, sliding herself onto my dick. "But... But.." I said before moaning. Her cunt was incredible to me. But the images of her as a baby kept flashing in my head, and then I realized my dick was inside the very passage I had been born through. "Mom, stop.. You can't... I won't..." Suddenly my mom's eyes glowed and pierced through my mind shield. "You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with your seed," a deep voice said out of my mother's mouth. I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had planned to give me a wake up blow job for my birthday. "Shit," I said under my breath. I hadn't had one about mom for a long time. I got out of bed, much to the dismay of the twins, and went over to the window. The sun was just starting to lighten the horizon, but there was plenty of light otherwise with the January's new fallen snow. "Man.. Of all the days for it to snow. Why did it have to do it on my sixteenth birthday? No, of course I don't expect you to answer that, girls. I'm just.. Just don't worry about it." I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by their mouths. I was surprised when after they finished they crawled up to my chest and each took a nipple. They hadn't done that before. I let my hands roam their nude backs and cheeks, spending a little time just to enjoy their touch before I had to get up and go to school. The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom came into my room to tell me school had been canceled. "And happy birthday, baby," she said kissing my forehead. "Uhm, mom?" I said before she left the room. "Hmm?" "Can I ask you something?" "Well, of course, dear. Is something wrong?" she said, coming back over to the bed. "No, I don't think so, but... Are you, uhm, like going to get pregnant?" The shock on her face only lasted a few moments, then she sighed and sat down on the bed. "Before I answer that, can I ask you why you're asking me?" "Well, you and Joey haven't been messing around for, what, almost four months now. And even you and dad are cooling it a little. But I also remember you saying something to dad once about how you some times had wished I had been a little girl, just so you could do those girl things." "You know I wouldn't want you any different," she said after getting over the shock of how much I knew. "I know. I'm not worried about that. But.. I guess in the back of my mind I've been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that kinda fit things together for me. You're getting your body ready to have a baby, aren't you. And that's why you're not having sex with anyone. You don't want to risk getting pregnant until you're ready." "I've underestimated you again, haven't I. I'm sorry Timmy. I should have never tried to keep it a secret from you. But I'm not even sure I can still have children. I didn't want to tell you before I knew one way or the other in case it upset you." "Well, I'm not going to say I love the idea, but then I don't hate it either. I'm just not sure if this family could stand another mind to control. Uhm, and there is something else. That dream I had this morning... I know this will sound kind of a strange question but... Uhm, who's gonna be the father?" She blinked at me a couple of times, then said, "Your father of course. Who did you think? Joey?" "Uhm, no.. But it doesn't matter. I take it you are still going to work?" "I was.. I think I'll be going in late. Would you mind if I held my sixteen year old baby for a while?" I ignored the flashback I had of my dream as the twins made room for my mom. But I had to order my dick to stay soft. My mom and I had never snuggled in the nude before. In another life, another world, my mom and I would have both lost control, making passionate love with each other like our desires demanded. But in this reality, our minds were full of the images of each other as babies, and eventually even fell asleep, with only peaceful dreams of having a new baby in the house. But when I woke up, I found myself only a few inches from my mother's sleeping face. Her mouth was slightly open, and her sweet breath repeatedly swept across my face. I watched her sleep, and even knew when she was about to awaken just by the change in her breathing. Her eyes slowly opened and focused, then we both had a moment of confusion. But once the confusion had cleared, we found ourselves closing that gap as we allowed ourselves to sample a kiss. The moment our lips met, our bodies flooded our minds with their demands. Without realizing our actions, our bodies pressed against each other and stayed that way. But something in the kiss began washing away our bodies' urges, and a minute after the kiss began, our control was restored. The kiss had contained a deep feeling of improperness, a sensation that we never were meant to be more than mother and son. This emotion, this basic truth about ourselves penetrated our souls and bodies, reducing and removing our primitive lust for each other's sexual contact. That simple kiss had contained what I like to call an antidote for the sexual attraction we had formed for each other. Our minds and bodies now agreed that there was nothing to find pleasurable in sex between mother and son. So we laid comfortably and at ease next to each other, talking for the first time about the dreams we had of each other. My mothers were very similar to mine, but a few of mine were more disturbing than hers, including the one I had experienced that very morning. We spend nearly the whole morning talking in bed, telling each other the most private of private secrets and thoughts. I had never felt so close to my mother before that day. After we bared our souls to each other that morning, we made an open agreement that we would always permit each other to freely scan each other's thoughts, knowing we never needed to hide anything from the other again. We felt as if our hands had been untied, or a weight had been lifted from our shoulders. And to my surprise, she wholeheartedly agreed when I asked if we could examine each other's bodies as a sort of test. My mother, probably the sexiest woman I have ever known, didn't even make me hard when her hands examined my genitals. To my mind and body, it was like my own hand feeling my testicles, learning their shape and size just out of curiosity. There was no intention to arouse me, so I simply wasn't aroused. I'm sure she could have, but she wouldn't, therefore I didn't. Uh, yeah. My own exploring of her body took longer, but the amount of physical contact was less. I became fascinated by her ass hole. I know the thought of even seeing your mother's ass probably makes you shudder, but then your mother probably hadn't had as much anal sex as mine, and her rose was truly extraordinary. Before she met my father, my mother explored every form of sexual intercourse, training and conditioning herself in the pursuit of increasing her own pleasure and becoming the most sexual creature who ever lived. She had become consumed with this quest of sexual perfection, and when she accidentally met my father at a popular strip club, she enslaved him so he could complete her conditioning without risking his betrayal. My paternal grandfather hadn't resisted using his own power to shape my father into what my grandfather wanted. Everything my father had been was the result of his own father's tampering, creating a twisted man with conflicting goals for his life. My mother had spent nearly an entire month undoing the layers of commands his father had haphazardly added whenever his son displeased him in some way. She had taken pity on him, and after those layers had been removed and his mind began to heal, she formed a loving relationship with the man emerging from his father's shadow. My father was freed from my mother's control before their project was finished. But because he had enjoyed the work he had done, especially the anal sex, they continued while she was under his control, completing it a few weeks before he was forced to release her. Despite fourteen years of celibacy, my mother never allowed her body to lose the physical conditioning he had put her through. She eventually realized she would have never finished the physical training if she had not been forced to. She felt that God had given her the only means to complete her work, and then returned her to sanity by giving her a child. Living without the pleasures she had worked so hard to maximize had been the penalty or price of his gifts, and the sixteen long years of resisting her desires for her own child had been his way of testing her. Her eyes filled with happy tears as she told me, "I've passed his test... Oh Timmy, my baby... Not only did he give you to me, but he gave me my life back after I had lost my way..." Suddenly her eyes opened wide in astonishment, then she exclaimed, "I think I'm going to have cramps!" My mother truly started crying then, and at first I thought it was from pain. But I quickly discovered her tears were still from joy, even though she continued to feel the initial sensations of menstrual cramps. She hadn't had cramps since her teenage years, and this led her to believe God was rewarding the passing of his test with the chance to have another child. I suppose I had my doubts whether or not God had actually done these things, but at the time it didn't matter. Even if the day had ended there, it still would have been my favorite birthday I ever had. And lucky for me the day wasn't over yet. (The only birthday that actually tops this one wasn't on my birthday, but my daughter's. Her birth opened a whole new chapter in my life, and it is a chapter that I do not feel I need to write. You're meant to experience it, not read about it.) After my mom got over her joy-cry, I found myself switching roles with her for the first time. I had always been the one who would lay my head against her chest and wrap my arms around her while she would run her fingers through my hair, or rubbed my back if I was sick or sad. For a moment I almost cried myself as I ran my fingers through her soft hair, feeling her cheek against my chest, only once giving a thought to my pecker laying against her soft belly. Joey had tried to contact me twice while my mother and I were having our time together. He had been surprised when we were still talking on his second attempt, and simply asked me to contact him and Suzi when I was ready. It was nearly noon before we finally did get out of bed. The twins were playing ping pong, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had been doing it ever since they left the bed around seven. The twins seemed to enjoy just standing there, hitting the ball back and forth, never missing, never even attempting to make the other miss, sometimes spending hours at a time without changing their steady beat. We fixed ourselves a large brunch, and the four of us ate together in the dinette room, watching the snow continue to fall through the large glass windows. My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and promised we would go car shopping as soon as the roads permitted. The original plan had been for my mom to take me to get my license right after school, then the three of us would go look at cars. Since it didn't appear that any of that would happen that day, my mom told me to go look in the garage where Joey's mustang had been parked two weeks earlier. "Oh my GOD!" I exclaimed when I saw Beany's twin. It wasn't brand new, but it was in great condition, and it was the exact same model as Beany, the helicopter I had flown last fall. I was so happy I felt weak in the knees. I had been dreaming of flying in Beany again ever since I left Holly laying naked in Beany's trailer. I looked for months to find another Beany and never found one. So finding one in my garage was a pretty big shock. A very pleasant one to say the least. Beany had a single sparkly silver paint job, but this one was two tone. Its metallic red and metallic blue gave it a race car look. The body was in better shape than Beany, but one look at the motor told me why. It couldn't have been flown for years. "Well I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey's and Suzi's," I said to myself out loud. "I don't think I'd want you flying in a snow storm anyway," my mom said from behind me. "Jeez, you startled me. How did you find it? What's her name?" "You are asking the wrong person. I only accepted the delivery. It was sent by a... Holly Quinn?" "Holly!.. Quinn? Oh yeah... Quinn was her real dad's last name. Wow. I can't believe she found another one like Beany. And I can't believe she bought it for me." "This is the letter that came with it," my mom said, handing over an envelope. "It came Monday while you were at that basketball game with Suzi. Tim... How safe is that thing? It doesn't even have a glass bubble or anything." "Huh?" I said while ripping the envelope open. "But that's the beauty of it, mom.. Nothing between you everything else. The only thing cooler than this would be one of those jet backpacks NASA has... Hmm, I wonder if they sell those... Oh well," I said as I unfolded the letter. -------------- Tim, After my mom and dad got back from their second honeymoon, my dad gave me the shock of my life. He took me out to a warehouse my real dad had owned that my stepdad sold a long time ago. The owner recently called him when they found an old crate they missed back when they had bought the place. Guess what was in it. Meet Midge, Beany's older sister. I don't know for sure why my dad had Midge boxed up, but I think he did it so mom wouldn't know he kept her. Mom said she had thrown a fit when he bought Beany because he was all the time flying around in Midge instead of playing with me. I don't remember Midge at all, just Beany. Since I can't fly two of them at once, and I know you love flying Beany almost as much as I do, I just had to give her to you. And it is the least I could do after changing my life. Dicky (I call him that sometimes) and mom send their thanks too. You will have to explain it to me sometime how Larry knows he never actually spoke to his dad, but still feels like he did. As you can see, Midge's engine needs some work, and I sent along a list of places where I get parts for Beany. If you need some help with her, let me know. Go get'em, Tiger Love, Holly Marie Strodmyer-Quinn PS If you have Midge up and running by May, let's get the two girls together and have a little race. Then maybe afterwards, we can break your trailer in. ----------------- "Wow. Mom? Meet Midge.... Oh MAN! I just can't believe it!" I said hopping in place. "Goodness, Tim. You haven't hopped up and down like that since you were little. I just hope my present interests you after this." "Huh? Mom, you already gave me your present. And it was better than getting Midge. Uhm, but I can open yours now if you want and we can..." "No sir," she said with a smile. "You have to wait until you eat your dinner. You know the rules.." I sighed and said, "Yeah, I know the rules." Then I brightened up and I looked back at Midge. I started jumping up and down again saying, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh BOOYY!" just like I used to, getting a laugh out of my mom. After she went back inside, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news. Suzi was happy for me, but just didn't get excited like I thought she would. Joey got really excited at first, but then he found out it was only a one seater, and his enthusiasm dropped quite a bit. He even was a little hesitant about agreeing to help me get Midge running. Joey and his dad were still working on the Mustang every moment they could. But Joey knew I couldn't do it without him, and they were almost finished with the car. The engine was running the week after they got her, but they insisted it sounded sick and they have been tuning it up ever since. I personally think they just love working on it, and I'm sure they will never be so satisfied by its performance that they say it doesn't need more work. In fact, Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him. Their Oldsmobile hadn't been in the garage since the Mustang was dropped off, and before I closed the connection with Joey, his mom came in the garage to cuss them out because they still hadn't shoveled the driveway or cleared the snow off the Olds. Suzi and I actually got on the phone so she didn't look like she was spacing out while we communicated. We spent almost an hour talking about nothing as I watched the twins hit that damn ping pong ball back and forth. Suzi had been bored stiff, claiming if her brother wasn't away at college, at least she would have someone to suck on. Yes, she was joking. After I got off the phone with her, I too found myself a little bored. I wanted to go out and play in the snow, but the twins hated cold weather, and snow just didn't excite them. The last time it snowed, I had actually convinced them to come out and try to play in it. I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snow man. As it turned out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snow balls to their satisfaction, lifting them up on top of each other, then rerolling the head after I dropped the first one. And then all they did was spend five minutes making the most amazingly real looking snow cock and balls, and ten minutes later, Frosty got his first, and last, blow job. Two hot mouths like that make short work of a dick made out of snow. But you know? I could have sworn his smile was bigger than when I had stuck those rocks in his face. So today I didn't bother ask the twins to come out. I just put my winter coat and gloves on, went out to the storage shed, and started up the tractor with the plow on front. I swear, I'll never use a shovel again. Especially not after I inherited almost a quarter mile stretch of driveway. Even with the tractor, it still took me three hours to plow the whole drive. I moaned when I pulled up in front of the house where the twins stood in their snow bunny outfits. I spent the next hour rolling up, no, not three, but six large snowballs, three for each twin. They had fought over the last one, so they insisted they each got their own this time. Once the two snowmen's bodies were stacked, I went inside and collapsed in front of the fire place. One of the maids brought me some hot chocolate, and I suddenly was in a rather selfish mood. My mom was working in her office upstairs, and I didn't expect her to be down until dinner. So as the maid helped me undress, I gathered the few other hired help, and for the first time since moving in, I took advantage of my servant's servitude. I looked them over, and quickly picked Fanny and sent the others away. "Fanny, how long has it been since you served your master sexually?" I asked as I stretched out nude on the sofa. "Three long months, master. Not since you asked me to be your maid. I've longed to touch your cock ever since I saw you that first day. Please, may I feel it?" she said, licking her lips nervously. "Wouldn't you rather suck it?" "Oh, yes master. I crave to taste your hot cock. I want to feel you fuck my slutty mouth, and use me like the fuck toy I am." "Then suck it, bitch," I said. I almost gasped when she took it all the way into her throat immediately, but I managed to stay silent. For some reason I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying her actions. But then I looked down at her as she attempted to tongue my balls while holding my cock in her throat. Her desperate need to please me was both extremely erotic and heart breaking at the same time. Stuck between my moral conscience and my lust, I did the only thing I could do. I moaned my head off, giving her probably one of my best performances in my life. And somewhere in pretending I was being taken to the brink of Eden, I suddenly lost myself in my own pleasure. She very willingly allowed me to take her head in my hands and fuck her mouth and throat in an almost savage and brutal manner. And when I came, I somehow had enough sense to let her go so she could taste it all before swallowing it down. I was shaking by the time I had come to my senses, and I immediately ordered her to stop. She complied with my order, but only because she had no choice. And she didn't try to hide the wet spot starting to show through her maid's uniform, something that wasn't supposed to happen unless we say. "Fanny, did you really like that? I mean... You're so horny I can't believe you can stand still." "I live to please my masters. My own wishes don't matter." "Fanny, for now on they do. You are no longer just a mindless toy. You are a woman with needs and feelings for yourself. Fanny, what is it that you want?" "I... I don't... I want you!" she said, throwing her body on top of mine. Her tongue forced itself inside my mouth, and began almost raping it. As Fanny's wet clothed crotch humped my hardening member, I examined Fanny's mind to find out what was going on. Part of my father's conditioning of his slave's minds had been to increase the sexual desires. My father felt it was important for the slaves to have sex at least once a week as a payment for their servitude. But unless they were instructed to do so, they would never initiate the sex with anyone. After becoming part of my staff, Fanny moved out of my father's mansion and got her own place to live. I wanted to give her a life separate from her job as a maid. But I had been negligent on completing my promise to do this, and I found the result disturbing. Fanny had taken up fantasizing about the sex she needed to have. I was at the center of that fantasy, becoming the object of her sexual desires. My attention was sharply diverted to her attempts to fuck me with her clothes still on had actually succeeded. My cry of pain as the head of my dick tore through the black cloth was followed by her own cry of pleasure. She humped my burning dick shouting, "MASTER! OH MASTER!" driving my own lust back up despite my wounded member. I swear there was a flash of light when her burrowing fingers suddenly penetrated my ass. And all I could do was lay there as her tongue had again swarmed into my mouth and her fingers pulled my ass open wider. I finally couldn't take the one way stimulation anymore and drove my hands to her flopping breasts. But I wanted her ass. That's what I wanted. I would not settle for less. So, I too sent my fingers burrowing. Fanny became quite passive as I stimulated her rose with my index fingers, slowly pulling her forwards into the butt fuck position. Then I nearly shot my load when she jerked herself backwards so hard all four fingers of my left hand sank inside her to the knuckles. Only the memory of Nicky's shit covered arm stopped me from going inside any further. It was a very strange sensation, finding myself holding her ass from the inside. I played with her like that, her moans and gasps getting me hotter as she wiggled the hot glove on my hand. And when I started getting tired of that, I tried on the other glove. Once I had worked my four fingers of my right hand inside her slippery cunt, she fell flat on her back from the massive orgasm flowing through her sweat covered body. I grimaced when I realized what was being pressed up against the back of my left hand. I pulled my hand out of her ass so fast it slapped me in the face, giving me a good whiff of the piece of shit had been trying to get past my hand. My other hand followed the first when I noticed she had the lump of crap halfway out. I don't think I've ever run to the bathroom so fast or scrubbed my hand so hard. And it still smelled like shit for the rest of the day. Fanny had passed out after her orgasm had finally passed. I helped one of the other maids move her to a bedroom and clean up the mess before sitting back down and relaxing. I felt extremely tired as I sat in the living room, staring out the window, watching the snow begin to fall again. Something about the falling snow made me think of Penny and her mom. I kept seeing Carol's face in the patterns of the wisping snow. I'm not sure if I somehow hypnotized myself, or just fell asleep with my eyes open. I just remember suddenly realizing that the face I was staring at wasn't one I recognized. The jerk my body made when I came to my senses startled the person who had been looking in at me. Luckily I had put some clothes on after getting chilled from sitting at the window like that. The stranger had been trying to determine whether I had been real or some kind of life like dummy. I was ready to leave the window to find something to eat when I realized that having someone on the grounds whom I didn't know was rather odd. I mean, it wasn't like the old house where the side walk as only a couple of yards from the front door. Whoever it was was purposely trespassing. I scanned the strangers mind and found he was having car troubles and had already walked a mile or two before finding our plowed drive. The twenty year old man almost decided to leave, but his feet were wet and numb, and he wasn't even sure if there was anywhere else to go. "Hey! Do you need help or something?" I called out the front door. He yelled a positive response of some kind, and hurried towards me. "My car broke down," he said when he reached the base of the steps. "Can I use your phone?" "You could if it was working," I said smiling. "Come on. You look like you could use a fire. We have a radio we can use to send someone a message if you need to." When he finally reached the top of the heated marble steps, he replied with chattering teeth, "Nobody is expecting me. I just needed to call a tow." "I doubt you're gonna get anyone out here in this weather," I said leading him inside. "Looks like you may be spending the night. We have plenty of room." "Uhm, well... Thanks for offering, but I don't want to impose," he said between chattering fits. "You're not imposing, you're freezing. You'll be lucky if you don't catch pneumonia. "Kelly.." I called. The native American woman appeared from around a corner by the west hall and anxiously said, "Yes... sir?" "Show Mr... er.." "Mitchell, Brian Mitchell," the stranger offered. "Show Mr. Mitchell to one of the guest bedrooms and prepare a lukewarm bath for him." "Thanks, but ..." he said as Kelly waited for him to follow. His eyes were taking in her figure and somewhat skimpy clothing, making the little sex pervert inside of him talk the big overbearing conscience into accepting my kind offer. "But what?" I said. "But.. What's your name?" "Tim. Tim Brandton." "Tim... Okay, but what do I wear afterwards?" "I'll bring you something in a minute. Now go before your teeth shatter." While I went to grab a robe and some slippers, I scanned his mind a little more thoroughly. Brian had been orphaned when he was eleven and had been under the state's care until he turned eighteen. He was working his way through college, and was feeling a bit burned out. He had lost his virginity when he was sixteen, and hadn't had any since. His grades were down and his morale was low, mostly because his life seemed empty. He didn't know what he wanted to be, and he was too busy, tired, and shy to ask a girl out on a date. Graduation looked so far away... He simply couldn't find anything to look forward to. But he had one large quality I liked. He was a romantic. He didn't care as much about getting his dick wet as finding someone to love and take care of. His heart ached for the day some woman would find him special, but he didn't think there was anything about him for a girl to find special. When I arrived at the bathroom, I found Kelly standing with her back to the tub that Brian had just finished lowering himself into. His eyes were locked onto her backside, and I could tell he was having quite a fantasy about her. "Why did you make her do that when you still have your underwear on?" I asked. "I, uhh... You know.." he said getting embarrassed. "Oh.. Kelly, Brian has a huge hard on from watching your ass," I said, watching him turn bright red. But his embarrassment turned to surprise when Kelly turned around with a hungry look on her face. "Uhm..." he said, not able to think straight. I admired the way he was fighting the urge to jump out and rip her clothes off by imagining how loving she would be like as a mother. His sense of right and wrong was deeply enforced by the passing away of his parents, always trying to be the good son they wanted. He had never forgiven himself for his moment of weakness when the volunteer had seduced him into having sex. He desperately wanted to find a woman whom he could love and protect, and to find his life's purpose with her help. I nearly shouted when my idea came to me. "Kelly, would you please go wake Fanny and bring her back with you?" "Yes, sir," she said with a small amount of disappointment. "Mind if I join you?" I said, stripping off my jeans and shirt. He looked at me a little nervously, then honestly said, "I'd rather if you didn't." "Too bad. It's my tub, and it's big enough for twelve people. Well, that's what the ad said. I've never actually tried more than seven. Oh wait.. The twins joined in later, so I guess that it was nine," I said pulling the last sock off. I could tell he was a little relieved when my dick had stayed limp, but he still wasn't sure about my intentions. He started to seriously believe I was gay, and that I was about to try something. "Where were you going when your car gave up on you?" I asked after I had settled in. "I don't know. I just felt like driving, but didn't have anywhere to go." "Okay.. Then were are you from?" "Seattle." "SEATTLE!" I cried. "That's like halfway across the country!" "Like I said. I didn't have anywhere to go. You got a nice place here. Your dad like governor or something?" "He's kinda good at business deals... Hey, do you believe in love at first sight?" Brian looked at me with that nervous look again, then said, "Why?" "Just wondering..." I replied as Fanny and Tina entered. Fanny was still nude from our round earlier, making Brian's eyes go big and round. "Brian, this..." I said, standing up and helping Fanny as she got into the tub. "is Fanny... She's the person you were looking for." "Huh?" he said, tearing his eyes off her to look a me. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. You didn't drive aimlessly across the country without having a reason. You were looking for someone to love and give your soul to. Well, Fanny needs someone to love her and fuck her. I'm not going into the details, but tomorrow morning when you leave, Fanny will be going with you." "Look, are you trying to play some sick joke?" Brian said. "Fanny, look at me," I said. Her eyes held confusion, just with a touch of desire. I carefully began undoing the carefully constructed commands my father had used to enslave her, and after five minutes of intense concentration, I broke the connection. Fanny fell forward, splashing into the water. For a moment I thought she was going to drown, but then her arms went around my waist and her face submerged to hug my stomach. She was crying senselessly, finding her life suddenly without the purpose she had the moment before. "What the fuck did you do to her," Brian said. "None of your fuckin' business. All you need to know is she needs someone to make her happy. And that someone is going to be you." "No..." she cried... "Master... I love you... Please don't give me away?...." I pulled her up to her feet and planted a small kiss on her chin. "My name is Tim," I said firmly to her pleading face. "Remember when you made it to the other side of the wall? You expected someone to walk right up to you and ask you to marry him. Remember? Well, he probably won't ask you to marry you just like that, but he needs you like you needed someone back then. "That's why everything you feel for me, you now feel for him," I commanded. The look on her face gave me chill as she stiffened and moved away. I almost canceled the command, finding giving her up was a lot harder than I had thought. "Look, er, Fanny.. I don't know what he's done to you but.... HEY! Stop that!" Brian cried when Fanny's hands went down his wet underwear. I got out of the tub at that point and ignored what they were saying to each other. I knew Fanny would probably try fucking him all night, but somehow I doubted she would get the chance, at least that night. But I knew he couldn't resist her desperate need for him to love her. "Master?" Kelly asked as we walked out together. Yeah?" "Will Fanny be happy?" "I think so," I said, running my eyes up and down her body. "You know, Brian was right about you.." "Master?" "You're like sex waiting to happen," I said, rubbing her ass with my hand. Kelly's legs gave out from under her, nearly passing out with the concept that I was suggesting sex with her. Unlike Fanny, Kelly hadn't taken up fantasizing about me or anyone else. She simply withstood the agony of not having the sex her conditioned mind demanded she needed, and now was so desperate she couldn't even stay on her knees very long. Kelly laid down on the floor, spreading her legs in the most sexual suggesting way she could manage. Her eyes begged me while her nipples visibly hardened, making my dick start to go hard again. There was something about her breasts that made my mouth water. I decided to go ahead and fulfill my duties as her master, sinking down to the floor and easily removing the cloth confining her large perfect breasts. Kelly's mammaries were firmer than any others I had sampled. But her nipples were the absolute highlight of her tits. The teats were so large, they reminded me of miniature penises from the way they hardened and stuck out straight. A long-lost memory resurfaced as I nibbled and sucked on the delightful nipples. Their large size was almost exactly the same size as I faintly remembered my mother's nipples felt when she had breast fed me. Buried instincts came back to me as I nursed on the moaning woman's teats. Kelly orgasmed the moment the urge to bite down on her with my gums made me use my now teeth-filled mouth on her. When I realized her mind interpreted the pain as intense sexual pleasure, I continued to chew her nipples while trying not to damage them. But I was focused on making her moans louder as I sucked, and didn't realize how rough I was getting. I was also finding it increasingly pleasurable to suck harder while using my lip covered teeth on the areola. So when I had a surge of wetness enter my mouth from her teat, I greedily fed on it as she reached her third orgasm. To my horror, I found the fluid I was sucking out of her breast was in fact from a puncture in her skin just below her areola. I suppose I had let my high arousal overwhelm me to where I hadn't recognized the taste of blood. It wasn't a serious wound, however, and once the shock was over, I was still very aroused and ready to move on to her ass. Kelly was only too willing to roll over and put her ass in the air. I slipped my prick between her legs and lubed its head with the juices dripping from her puffy slit. She wiggled with pleasure from the touch of my cock's head, then begged me to fuck her and fill her with my spunk. I was happy to comply, and quickly entered her winking back door. What a let-down. Her ass was looser than a wet grocery bag. And even though she tried very hard to clamp down on me, it just wasn't what I had expected, and only continued my pumping because of her lovely moaning. I came in her ass after ten minutes of building my arousal back up, then got right up and headed straight for my bed room. I went to bed early on my sixteenth birthday. My dick simply couldn't take any more. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 7 - Choices In Sexuality (mc, mf, mfm, oral mm) LeAnne White probably had the highest IQ of anyone attending my high school for the four years I went there. She had so many scholarships offered to her and universities sending her their literature, she had to get a PO Box just so her parents didn't have to spend twenty minutes every morning going through their mail. Okay, so she couldn't have had that much mail, but that's the reason her younger sister told everyone. LeAnne was very active in school activities, including the yearbook staff, class treasurer, played every woodwind instrument in the band, and also played tennis year round. She practically made all the class president's decisions for him, making her position as class treasurer only a technicality. The class president election was always a popularity contest, something which she had no desire or chance to win. But as treasurer... hell, no one even ran against her the past two years. People figured that if the treasurer had brains, the money would stretch further. And everyone knew who had the most brains. With all her scholastic success and activities, LeAnne hadn't seen any need for a social life. Ask any guy at the time what they thought their chances were of getting a date with her. If they hadn't of slugged you for making such a request, they most likely would have laughed in your face. The key to knowing what LeAnne was like as a person was to understand that anything that even appeared to be sexual in nature was simply below her level of interests. She had as much interest in going to a dance as she had to go and tease a pitbull in the nude. In other words, she was a prude. So you could imagine my surprise when LeAnne requested to see me about a personal matter. She had been one of the people Joey and I had implanted the suggestion to contact one of us if they had a desperate need for help and was willing to trade it for something most likely sexual in nature. "I have often wondered what kind of research you do in order to gain such privileges such as your own private room. I know you have done a lot in tutoring people, but this," she said standing in the middle of our room, "seems a bit much for a limited tutor as yourself." "Limited, eh?" I said before deciding to let it pass. The few times I had needed to talk to LeAnne (which had resulted in 'convincing' her everything I was doing was on the up and up), I had learned she had a very high opinion of herself, but she wasn't consciously aware of her demeaning statements. "Limited in the sense that you are only a Sophomore," she logically reasoned out loud. "You couldn't tutor Junior or Senior level classes, and certainly not in the highest difficulty of classes that I am taking." "You might be surprised, but then you're not here for help in classwork, are you. So, what is it that LeAnne the Great needs from a lowly Sophomore such as myself?" "Hmm.. Good question. I'm not sure even why I asked to talk to you..." she said as she attempted to analyze the compulsion triggered from the implanted commands. "Well.. Has something been bothering you that...." I stopped as I felt an intense wave of... loneliness come from her. It only lasted a moment before she took a hold of herself and stomped her feelings back down with pure will power. My shocked expression startled her. I was about to tell her I thought I knew what she wanted to talk to me about when she said, "I'm sorry for bothering you," and walked out the door. Even with my telepathic and empathic senses, I had a difficult time uncovering the cause of her deeply buried and tightly controlled feelings. It wasn't until my lock on her mind started to break up that I noticed her minor slip up had triggered an avalanche. She was driving home thinking about ending her loneliness the quickest and least painful way. When I felt her change course to head for a very dangerous road she knew, I lost my grip on her mind and couldn't get her back. I considered my options, then ran out to my two-day-old shiny red Formula. If I hadn't been on a mission of mercy, I would have thoroughly enjoyed my first use of the high speed driving skills I had lifted. And after having to divert the attention of two different police cars and honking my horn a lot, I got the idea of getting some emergency lights and a siren in case I had to do that again. I loved that car. It was so sweet to drive 90mph in the 35 zones as I blanketed the road ahead of me to make everyone pull over. Even with my precautions, I nearly had an accident when I misjudged a turn and almost sideswiped a car on the shoulder. Not only had I beat LeAnne to her intended crash site, I had passed her up on the way, finding the commands for her to pull over just canceling themselves when I found her mind. Gwen, one of my Golden Girl slaves, lived just down the road from where we had ended up at, and Julie's wasn't much further away. I commanded LeAnne to meet me at Gwen's, then a few minutes later had to change that to Julie's when I found no one at Gwen's home. Julie was both extremely excited and a bit embarrassed when she found me on her door step. But when she recognized LeAnne walking up in a semi dazed state, all she could say was, "Her?" "I didn't pick her. She came to me, but chickened out before telling me anything. She would have kissed a big oak tree through her windshield if I hadn't stopped her. Would it be all right if I sort her out here?" "Uhm, sure.. I guess.." Julie said hesitantly. There was something bothering her, and I didn't catch on until I felt a presence I recognized when we approached her room. "Oh.. Hey Julie?" I said as she reached to open her door. "I can just take her back to school. I didn't mean to stop the fun you and Ben were planning." Julie went red, then opened the door wide. Ben was laying on her bed nude while another guy I didn't know started to pull his pants on in a hurry. Ben was about to apologize when I glanced back over at Julie for a second, then gave him a little smile with a quick raising of the eyebrows to let him know I wholeheartedly approved. Then I glanced over at the guy pulling his shirt on and said, "So who's your friend?" "Greg, everything's cool," Ben said. "Tim, this is my cousin Greg. Greg, this is my ma.. my friend Tim." "Hi," Greg said a little too loudly. He was extremely nervous, and not just because we had caught him naked. He feared we had seen something that would have given away his lust for his cousin's body. Greg was so nervous that he was starting to sweat bullets. If it hadn't been for Julie sitting down beside Ben to start stroking him, Greg would have probably left. "LeAnne, come in here please?" I called. "Shit. What's she doing here?" Ben asked sitting up. "Greg, why don't you go count the number of hairs on your nut sack and ignore everything we say until I tell you to stop. Then again you didn't have that much hair.. Uhm, instead of counting them, just try and keep them from touching each other," I said. As I explained the situation, Julie put Ben back down on his back and started sucking him slowly. By the time I had finished, Ben was a bit glossy eyed, and hadn't quite processed everything I had said near the end. And I had lost my train of thought for a moment when my roaming eyes had locked onto Julie's jeaned ass sticking up. Julie pulled off of Ben's dick with a pop and said, "So what are you going to do? Give her a social life?" "I don't know. If I forced a normal social life on her, she would have a tough time getting around her belief that everything she did was being motivated by a primitive mating ritual. Unless I remove that, she would probably end up suicidal again. A lot of her personality is based on that belief, so unless I want to change her into someone else.." "Why don't you ask her?" Ben said before grabbing Julie and pulling her on top of him. "She is the brain of the school." "Ask her what? She's been trying to figure it out for herself for months now. She doesn't have a clue what she's missing in life, so she doesn't..." I paused when an idea came to me while Ben and Julie started to make out. "LeAnne, how does seeing Ben and Julie kiss like that make you feel?" I asked. "Like I'm watching a national geographic special on gorillas," she responded "Doesn't it stir anything inside you? Haven't you ever wanted to kiss someone like that?" "No," she said very quickly. "I've never kissed anyone, and don't intend to." "Shit. You've never even given your mom or dad a kiss on the cheek. No wonder you don't have a clue what's wrong with you." Julie's shirt flew past my face, and once I saw they were really starting to get into it, I felt guilty about Greg missing out. "Hey, if you two are going to keep going like that, maybe Greg should... GREG!? Don't pull them out, dude! I just meant straighten.. Oh never mind." I turned back to the couple on the bed and said, "Ben, did you know he's gots the hots for you?" "Huh?" Ben said breathing hard. "Yeah, I kinda guessed that." "That's why we invited him to join us." Julie said as she raised her hips so Ben could slip her pants down. "We thought Suzi might like him," Ben said. "And I know he's clean and everything. Depending on how he did today, we were gonna talk to you about maybe... you know." After sucking and fucking Janos and Kyle whenever Suzi had wished, Ben had pretty much accepted bisexual sex and had enjoyed the last couple of sessions with Suzi. When he realized his younger cousin was spending a lot more time at his house and seemed to be looking at him more than was normal, he suspected his little talk and demonstration about jerking off last year had made more of an impact than he thought. Ben had started mentioning more sexual topics, getting eager responses from his freshman cousin. But because he couldn't know for sure if Greg was an interested bi or a straight with a innocent reason for the wandering eyes, Ben had kept his desires focused on Julie for the time being. But he was hoping his cousin would join them in their sexual play, and even sometimes considered having a twosome with him someday. As I examined Greg's mind, I had the distinct feeling that whatever happened that day would most likely affect the rest of his life. He wanted sexual guidance from his older cousin more than sexual intercourse. Ben and Julie had been working towards having sex with him for the past four days. They had gone out to the movies where Ben and Julie had necked in his presence for a while. The next day, Ben offered Greg a lift home from school. Greg had been a little disappointed when Julie walked up to Ben for a kiss and got in the front seat of the car before Greg could. Greg pretended he didn't notice when Julie's hand had slipped over to Ben's crotch. But he didn't expect the response Ben gave. "Shit, Julie... I'm driving here. Why don't you go in the back and blow Greg if you're that horny. I'm sure he won't mind, will you Greg?" Julie gave Greg one of her "I'm game" smiles and raised an eyebrow to ask Greg's permission. "Uhm, I uh..." Greg stalled. "I promise I won't bite," Julie had said humorously as she crawled into the back seat. Julie had given him his first blowjob in the back of Ben's car parked in the back lot of a church. Julie had never experienced an uncut dick before, and Ben couldn't resist pulling over and watching her do it when her mmmms sounded different than when she had sucked him. Once Greg had blown, Julie gave Ben a quickie, then commented how similar their cum had tasted. Greg and Ben had given each other a look that made them each wonder if the other had just imagined the same thing. Ben asked him over to Julie's house the following morning, and Greg had hesitantly accepted. Julie gave Greg another blowjob after school in Ben's car again, then gave him another in her bedroom after he had watched Ben and Julie fuck. There wasn't any hesitation when Ben had asked him over again that morning, and just before I had interrupted them, Ben had worked Greg's confidence up enough to strip while Julie went to get rid of whoever was at the door. If I hadn't interrupted them, Greg would had been in the midst of losing his virginity with Julie. I felt a little disturbed by their attempt in seducing Greg, especially when he was still a virgin. But I knew I had no business enforcing my own personal beliefs in situations except when involving my powers or myself, and I could only think of one valid concern there. By the time I had finished my probing and had worked all that out, Julie was on top of Ben fucking like a rabbit, but sounding like a herd of horny cattle. Because I had put Greg and LeAnne in a dreamstate, they had moved their attention to the action on Julie's bed. I frowned when I found LeAnne thinking of Julie in terms of a bitch in heat, viewing the scene as if someone had let the gate open and a stray dog had found it's way in. She considered the use of sex for anything other than reproduction to be a remaining animal trait. A trait she believed she didn't have. Greg on the other hand was not so closed minded. He very much wanted to join in on the action, but being in the dreamstate prevented him from doing so. But then I also felt that if my commands hadn't restrained him, I was pretty sure he wouldn't have acted on his desires unless one of the other two invited him to join them, and even then he might not have. Like I said, Greg wanted Ben's guidance. He had absolutely no idea what would be acceptable to him and what wasn't. He had been a bit worried about his attraction to his older cousin, but when Julie had given his first blow job, he knew he wasn't gay, and figured he would just let Ben initiate any sexual activity between them if Ben was that way. Greg was letting Ben decide whether he would be bisexual or straight, wanting to be whatever Ben was. Hell, I think if Ben had been gay, Greg would have given up women all together. But then maybe not. I nearly missed the climax when Ben came without Julie. But it was Julie's fault since she had unmounted him and had him shoot all over her chest and mouth. After the last spurt, Julie laid down next to him and smeared his cum around with a finger before tasting it, then stirred it up again and pressed it up to his lips. Ben's tongue came out from it's hiding place to taste his own seed, then proceeded to pull her finger in and suck on it like an infant. Julie lead him by the finger to her left breast which he naturally transferred his sucking to. His right hand went down to her cunt to frig, while his mouth worked to cleaning his spunk up while waxing her skin with his spit. I suddenly felt a surge in LeAnne's despair after Ben finished cleaning Julie up and the pair had moved into a loving embrace. Ben's and Julie's exchange of affection had triggered a battle between her mind and emotions. She had categorized all interactions between people into two groups. Intellectual and sexual. So if there wasn't any intellectual purpose in doing something with someone else, she simply wasn't interested. With all her intelligence and knowledge, she had made a mistake in a matter so elemental to the rest of us that it bordered on stupidity. Friendship and love to her were simply tools for finding a mate. Since she wasn't interested in having a child yet, she considered her moments of loneliness just another sexual related drive that she could repress. But I knew that her error would destroy her if she wasn't helped to see it. I had absolutely no intention of doing anything sexual with her. I respected her personal views, however ridiculous they seemed to me, and decided the best way to help her was to give her a demonstration of how bonds with other people were not necessarily sexual, just necessary. I decided that tomorrow I would become her best friend. I sent her home in a slight trance that didn't break until she was studying in her room, remembering only that she had gone home straight from school. Once her car was out of sight, I sat down beside Julie on her bed, then took a moment to look at my two sleepy slaves. "I'm glad you two have become close like this, and don't mind you including others in your fun as long as you're being careful. I know you only meant well thinking we would like you to find others to make slaves. But the fact is, we don't want to you to find them for us. Don't get me wrong. Suzi would probably be tickled pink by Greg. But she wouldn't enslave someone as innocent as Greg is, and we definitely do not want anyone to lose their innocence just so she could use him as a toy." "But it isn't like that," Julie said a little darkly. "He's not as innocent as he seems." "I know that. You don't understand. It isn't that he's not ready for sex, it's just that... Well, he's not ready to decide what kind of sex he wants. He's depending entirely on what Ben does and says just so he doesn't have to make those kind of decisions about himself. "Ben, you need to talk to him about this stuff before you two go and do it with him. He's like totally depending on you to decide what's right and wrong for him. If you're not careful, you could really screw him up." "Talk to him? How? I mean, how do you tell your cousin you think you want to fuck around with him, but you're not really sure? You say he's depending on me to tell him what sex he should like, right? I've been asking myself the same question ever since I met you, and I still don't know the answer. You expect me to figure it out for him when I can't even do it for myself?" "No," I said marching Greg over to the bed. "I think you should just level with him and tell him what you just told me, then maybe you both can figure it out together. He's never seriously considered anything beyond exchanging blow jobs with you, but he has jerked off thinking of anal sex a few times before he met Julie," I said as I brushed Greg's hard dick against Julie's thigh. "I can't tell for sure what would be best for him, but I think he would go straight pretty easily with Julie around. If you think you wouldn't regret it later, that would be the safest thing to do." "Fuck. If I hadn't taken pity on him when I caught him humping that pillow, I wouldn't have to worry about messing his life up. I just wish I knew if I'd be happy doing it with another guy on my own... Hey Tim, how come you never had me do anything with you? Even Joey had me blow him once." "He did? I didn't know that... To tell you the truth, I almost did one time, but you weren't sure if you could get comfortable about doing that kind of stuff back then. Hell, until today, I still thought you were still totally straight. I didn't want to do something you truly didn't want to do." I knew what he was thinking without even peeking in his head, but I waited for him to say it out loud. "Would it be okay... If I tried it without being a slave?" "As long as you understand I won't be returning the favor. I don't suck dicks." "Yeah, I know," he said with a look of uncertainty while he reached over Julie and felt the lump in my pants. "Wow," he said a minute later as Julie got up so I could lay down in her spot. "What?" Julie asked. "It's just that... When Suzi had me do this stuff, it got me excited. I always thought it was something Tim did to make me feel good while I was in slave mode.. Shit. I can't believe I'm doing this," Ben said as he lowered his face into the crotch of my jeans and took a deep breath. "You know who should be here?" Julie said from the foot of the bed. "Who?" I replied as Ben nuzzled my crotch. "Suzi. She would absolutely die to see this." Ben looked up and we both stared at Julie knowing how true her words were. It was no secret that Suzi fancied Ben more than the others because of his likeness to me, and that she had a thing for two guys fooling around. "Well," Ben sighed, "I guess I know my answer anyway." I looked in his eyes and felt that familiar feeling pass between us. A mutual feeling of curiosity and excitement drew our faces closer until we both closed our eyes and let our lips meet. My own excitement diminished rapidly once we had made contact, but Ben's actually increased to where he pushed me on my back and sent his right hand to my crotch again. Ben's hand had made its way into my pants before Suzi's face flashed in my mind and brought me to my senses. I quickly cooled Ben's fires, then noticed Julie's fires were aglow themselves. One little raising of the eyebrow was all it took to get Julie to wrap her nice ass around my raging hardon. As I started my pumping, an idea came to me. "Ben, lay down and get that thing hard again. Julie, you feel like getting all three of your holes plugged?" "OH GOD... YES! FUCK YES! YES! YES! OHHHH! YES!" As Julie got comfortable (heh) on top of Ben, I edited Greg's memories so he thought I was just another of Julie's boyfriends and prepared him for what was to come. If there was one thing I loved more than Julie's ass, it was Julie's mouth. GOD she was loud while Ben and I fucked her. And her mmmm's when Greg fed her his dick made everything that much more erotic. Julie always could drive me nuts with her moans. Julie's heat had been so high that she came before any of us. Her orgasm shuddered through her and caused her anus to tighten its grip. My own orgasm peaked at that point, spurting my cum into her clasping ass. I rolled off onto the floor and laid there catching my breath and enjoying my post cum high. My mind drifted a little and I almost missed an "Erp" from Greg and a louder than normal gasp from Julie. Julie sat up and was staring at Ben's face. I couldn't see what was going on, but when I heard the slurping sound, I sat up myself and looked. Apparently Julie had spit Greg's dick out without finishing the job, and in a rush of horniness, Ben had taken up the duty himself. The look on Greg's face had been a mixture of surprise and a relieved happiness, but that was washed away by the lust he was feeling. The look in his eyes when he pointed them at Julie's told her to get out of the way. As soon as Julie got off Ben, Greg laid down on top of Ben and didn't even hesitate to fit the tip of the large dick in his mouth. Julie and I just stood there dumbfounded, watching Ben grasp Greg's ass to raise and lower Greg's dick into his mouth in a humping motion while stimulating Greg's rose with a thumb. Ben's thumb made short work of Greg's rising orgasm. When Greg lost control and tried to hump madly, Ben easily held him off while going to town with his sucking. Greg made squeaking noises as he reached his peak and came in jerky motions. Ben found his mouth being flooded by spunk, but decided he didn't really care for it all that much. But he gulped it all down anyway, then did the best he could to get whatever had overflowed. Greg had forgotten Ben's dick while he had cum, but while Ben used his tongue to clean up around the base of his dick, Greg decided he would do whatever it took to make Ben cum in his mouth. Ben was just starting to come out of his daze of horniness when he was thrusted back into it with a surge of activity from Greg's tongue and a surge of blood to Greg's rehardening dick. So Ben started his own tonguing and used his thumb again, bringing Greg to a second orgasm quicker than the first time. Determined to at least get Ben off once, Greg redoubled his efforts and forced Ben's dick in all the way. Finding this too uncomfortable to maintain, he then took Ben's dick out all together and sloppily licked Ben's balls and shaft. When he felt Ben's thumb against his anus again, he instantly forced his hand under Ben's ass and started stimulating it with two fingers. Ben stopped his own efforts to bring Greg to a third orgasm, finding the effort to much to think about with the waves of pleasure shooting up his body from his ass. He spread his legs apart, then instinctively raised his knees to give Greg better access. Greg wasn't sure what to do when Ben's rose relaxed and one of his fingers started to go in. But during his hesitation, Ben's balls had retracted, telling Greg they were ready to shoot. So Greg did the only thing he could think of. He released Ben's captive testicle and sucked his dick back into his mouth before pushing the finger in. Ben's body stiffened with a moan, then have a few involuntary thrusts that nearly made Greg gag. But he was rewarded with his first taste of Ben's sperm, finding it well worth the wait and trouble, knowing he wanted to taste it again and again. It was a few minutes before Ben realized his cousin was trying to get him off again. I felt his regret about losing control, then his guilt for taking advantage of his younger cousin. He glanced over at me with a pleading look, then frowned when he saw I wasn't going to do anything. "Greg, stop being such a faggot and sit up," Ben said still frowning. "And wipe that cum off your chin." The faggot remark had hurt, but it also had its intended effect of sobering Greg up. Ben pointed his frown back at me as Greg got off and quickly gathered his clothes. "How do I know you didn't make that happen?" Ben said coldly. "It felt like something Suzi would have me do." My shocked expression wiped the frown off his face, but it returned when I said, "If I had, I would be butt fucking one of you while the other did me right about now." "And who said we won't?" "Look, Ben. I don't like what you're suggesting. I haven't done anything to your true self except make you unable to tell anybody about this shit. And as far as Greg goes, you're the one who took it this far, even after I warned you about it." "Fuck you, Tim. It wouldn't be any trouble to make Greg forget all this, but you won't, will you. Some friend you are." Julie said to Ben's face, "Shut up before you say something that you won't be able to apologize for later. You know Tim won't make anyone do things that are against their nature. If he won't fix your fuck-up, you can't force him to go against his own nature." "Fuck. Don't you start too," Ben muttered before taking her advice. "That was not a fuck-up," Greg said fully clothed as the rest of us started to get dressed. "I don't know what you were talking about really, but I've wanted that to happen for months now," he said looking at Ben. "Yeah, I know you have. But..." Ben said as he struggled to pull his pants up. "You don't want to do it again, do you?" Greg said in almost a panic. "Shit," Ben said as he gave up and dropped to the floor to get his tight jeans on the rest of the way. "We need to talk about it first, but right now I'm not really sure if we should do it again." "I..." Greg said before running out of the room. "Awe shit," Ben said, struggling to his feet. "This is all you're fault. If you hadn't come along and offered this deal to me, I would never have given a thought to doing it with a guy. I wish I.." I looked him in the eye and said in a stern voice, "You were about to give into your drug habit when I met you. That above all the other reasons was why I offered you this deal. You would have dropped out of school and never have had met Suzi or Julie, and I know you have thought you might have been dead by now. Nothing keeps you from taking that ring off your finger but you. So if you want to blame anything else on me, you will have to take the ring off first and never put it back on." The silence in the room was almost deafening as Ben stared at the slave ring on his finger. He was letting his emotions cloud his thinking, letting himself get angry at me instead of feeling the guilt for his own actions. When he reached to take off the ring, he hesitated long enough for Julie to intervene. "Don't? Please?" Julie said grabbing his hand. He looked in her eyes, but her pleading gaze didn't diffuse any of his anger. When he looked me in the eyes intending to pull the ring off defiantly, that familiar feeling formed again. He felt my resolve to let him make his own mistakes so he would learn from them like everyone is supposed to. I let him feel the weight on my shoulders resisting every whim and urge to use my abilities in an unhonorable fashion, and he finally understood how important it was to me to never force something on someone else unless it was absolutely necessary. Ben also saw I wouldn't just stand by and let them mess up their lives, but I had to give Ben the chance to fix things himself. So it was a very large shock when Ben pulled the ring off anyway. "I'm sorry for what I said," Ben said softly. "I still want to be you're slave and stuff, but while I'm wearing this thing, I never know what is me and what is the slave bit. Will you keep your promise about the drug thing?" "Of course I will," I said staring at the darkening stone in his ring. "Uhm, Ben? Greg is thinking some pretty stupid thoughts right now, and I think it would be better if I had a talk with him first. No matter what you would say to him right now, I'm pretty sure he will think you're hiding your true feelings." "Just talk, right?" he said, already knowing the answer. "Just talk." "Okay... I'm sorry for not trusting you. I guess I just..." "That's all right. I never realized how confused you were about the slave stuff and... Shit. He's walking home. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" He nodded then looked at the ring in the palm of his hand. As I walked out, I felt his surprise turn to regret when he discovered the stone of his ring had turned black. He had taken it off many times in the past for reasons like to shower or during shop, and it had never changed color during those times. Ben of course never realized he had twisted the gem ninety degrees counterclockwise before removing it. Part of the commands I had given him when I presented the ring to him had included this subconscious sequence if he ever willingly decided to end his enslavement forever. Ben hadn't really believed that once he took it off to end his servitude that he couldn't just put it back on if he changed his mind. But at the time he did it, he had meant to never put it back on, and he was the first to do that. But the reality of how permanent it was hadn't sunk in until he saw the blackened ring. An important part of his life had just ended, and he knew he had made it end too soon. The first person to actually remove their ring with the intent of canceling the control it represented had been Linda to save John and I. But because she hadn't truly wanted to end it permanently, the subconscious twisting of her gemstone hadn't been triggered. This loophole had been an oversight on my part, but after I had discovered Linda had done this to serve me in the manner she felt was best, I reinstated her slave commands and left the loophole alone. Afterwards, I thought I had made everyone understand the difference, but Ben hadn't really believed it until seeing his ring. Of course, I could always reinstate him and give him another ring, but there would have to be a higher price for Ben to pay, and I hadn't a clue what that could be. And as I went out the front door, I felt Ben decide he didn't need the ring's 'power'. He could continue being a slave without anyone making him do it, and wanted to show he had the will power that he once thought he had lost to the drugs. So Ben put the blackened ring back on his finger and gave Julie such a kiss that she went limp. ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 8 - Brother, Sister, and the Teddy (mc, incest mf, oral mf) Greg was already two blocks away before I pulled up beside him in my car and offered him a lift. He initially refused, but after I asked him how far away he lived, he realized it would take forever to walk home. Neither one of us spoke for several minutes after he gave me directions. Greg was worried that I was either going to try and seduce him, humiliate him, or maybe even blackmail him. He nearly lost it when I said, "I think Ben really liked your blowjob." "Uhm, thanks.." "You should have seen Julie's face when Ben finally came in your mouth. I think she barely kept herself from joining you at his dick." "Heh," he said half heartedly. "So who's blowjob was better? Ben's or Julie's?" "Uhm, I don't know..." "I've found guys give head their first time better than girls do. Guys know what guys want." "You've... Has Ben ever given you.." "Nope. He's done stuff with other guys though, but he wasn't doing it because he wanted to. I can't tell you anything else about that, but I can tell you he wanted to do what he did with you, and that was the first time he wanted to do it with a guy." "And now he hates me." "Huh? Ben doesn't hate you. He feels guilty for losing control like that. Ben, Julie, and I talked about this earlier. He wasn't sure if he liked messing around with guys, but he knew you were thinking of messing around with him. You two were supposed to talk about it before trying anything, but he lost control and went too far too fast. So that's why he said what he said. He didn't mean to push you away. He's just confused about what he wants and didn't want to promise you anything." "Oh," Greg simply replied. I remained quiet to give him a chance to process all of that. We were almost to his house when I realized he had slipped into a daydream more than serious thinking, and saw he needed more guidance. "Greg, Ben wanted me to talk to you about this stuff," I said stretching the truth. "Is there someplace private in your house we could talk without being overheard?" "Uhm..." he hesitated as the image of me fucking his ass like I had Julie's passed through his mind. It had started out to be a warning and had caused a flash of fear, but ended up getting him excited and he almost gasped when he realized that. He studied my face attempting to judge my intentions, then looked down at my crotch to see if there was a lump. I made it quite obvious that I noticed his glance and said, "Now cut that out. We're not going to do anything but talk." Greg covered up his hurt feelings pretty good, but I still saw them. "Besides," I added, "your cousin would kill me if we fooled around before he got another crack at you." "Yeah, okay," he said after his shock passed and he saw the joke. "We can talk down in the gameroom without anyone else hearing." Greg's house was pretty nice. The basement was in the middle of being finished, and the gameroom was one of the few parts completed. They had two pinball games and an old Atari 2600 with tons of cartridges, but what interested me the most was Greg's older sister who had just come out of the new bathroom in only her underwear. Just as her concerns about being in her underwear in front of others were being raised, I issued the commands that removed them. I had meant to cancel them before I left, but luckily for her I forgot. "Greg?" she called. "Have you seen my hairdryer? I thought I left it down here.." Greg got over his shock of her attire and said, "Mom used it to blow up that air mattress. I think she put back it in your room." "Okay.. Thanks," she said as she walked past us. "I like your sister," I said after she reached the top of the stairs. "Ever see her naked?" "Shhh!" he said, pulling me into the game room and closing the door. "You can hear everything upstairs unless you have one of these going," he whispered while turning on a pinball machine. I checked and found no one else home but his sister. She was drying her hair and thinking about her date from the night before. "Well, did you?" I insisted. "Yeah.. Last summer she and I went skinny dipping with Ben and a couple of other cousins." "Oh yeah. Ben told me about that. You were so horny thinking about it that night, you were humping your pillow while Ben showered and he caught you. That's when he showed you about jerking off, isn't it." "I can't believe he told you all that.. Are you two that good of friends?" "Let's just say we both know this girl that is very important to us, and we've talked about a lot of shit while we're both with her." "Julie." "Nope. Her name is Suzi actually... You still like girls too, right?" "I guess.." He was having trouble understanding his own feelings. Greg kept thinking about me fucking Julie in the ass, wondering what it felt like from both positions. Then he remembered the sixty-nining he and Ben had done, and suddenly we was imagining himself in Julie's position with me fucking his ass, Ben fucking his mouth, and Julie's ass fucking his dick. "Greg?" his sister said opening the door. "Mom and Dad aren't going to be here for dinner so we're supposed to order pizza. What do you want on yours?" Greg snapped out of his daze from the sight of his sister in a black lace bra and panties and wearing nothing else. I had caught the fact she had worn something similar to the date last night, but hadn't noticed that she had felt horny enough to put something else sexy on. "P-p-pepperoni," he said. "Gloria.. Why are you... half naked?" "What do you mean?" she said checking me out a little. "And is your friend saying for pizza?" Oh man, she was hot looking. Gloria had a great body with a pretty face and nice tits. She was a college freshman living at home and working part time on the weekends. Her steady boyfriend had taken her cherry in eleventh grade, and except for giving Ben and another cousin a few blow jobs that past summer, she had been completely faithful. Ken, her boyfriend, was starting to get a little restless with their somewhat routine sex, and her sexy underwear had been a great hit the night before. Gloria was concerned about losing her lover to another girl whom he had admittedly fucked twice before while their relationship had gone on the skids for a short period. She suspected he had done it a few times since then, but didn't have any proof and didn't really want to know. "If it's okay, I'd like to very much," I inserted before Greg could answer. "I'll even chip in." "Oh, you don't have to.. er.." "Tim." "Hi. I'm Gloria, but I guess you gathered that. Nice car, by the way." "Thanks... Uhm, are you like a model or something?" "What? No. Why?" "It's just you look like one. Especially wearing hot black lace underwear. I bet you got them at Laughernights." "How did you know that?" "I bought some for my girlfriend last week, but she didn't look as good as you in them. Seriously." Liar. "Oh? So what else did you buy your girlfriend there," she said interested in my male perspective. "They had this really awesome looking black teddy that had a great weave to it. You could see just enough without actually seeing it all, if you know what I mean. Suzi did a striptease for me and Joey, and then we spent nearly three hours just kissing and stuff. We never did get it off of her... It was just too hot looking." I was telling her exactly what she was hoping to hear. Ken tended to get tired of the foreplay very quickly, never spending more than twenty minutes before he was pumping away. And it appeared Ken was responsible for the repetitive nature of their love making sessions. Gloria never got to be on top or have much to do but groan, and had only orgasmed on three separate occasions during their two years of weekly fucking. But he was a gentle and otherwise very loving guy, so she lived with the lack of sexual satisfaction and made do with the love they frequently shared. She had made filling her own sexual needs second to fulfilling his, and her latest attempt to do that was by buying some exciting underwear. "Wait right here. I'll be right back," Gloria said excitedly before running to and up the stairs. "Now what?" Greg said before noticing my smile. "Don't get any ideas about my sister.." "Too late for that, but don't worry. I'm not going to touch her," I said. Then I thought to myself "You are." Instead of waiting there as she had told us to, we went upstairs to the living room, and waited for her to come down the hall from her bedroom. When she did, Greg gave out a loud gasp and a few moments later was trying to shuffle his hardon from its rather uncomfortable pinned position. "Wow. That's the exact same teddy I got Suzi," I lied. "Shit, you look hot. I wish Suzi could have tits like that. Hell, I wish Suzi had a body like that." Okay, so that part wasn't a complete lie, but I wouldn't want Suzi any different than she is/was. "Does it really turn you on that much?" she said very happy with my response so far. "Hell yeah. I'm rock hard from just looking at ya.. Your own brother couldn't resist you in that outfit." That made the two siblings look at each other for a few moments before they diverted their eyes and blushed. Each of were recalling a separate instance where they had been turned on by the other. Gloria had caught him jerking off in his room a few months ago and had partly wanted to show him what a girl could do for a guy. Ever since then, she looked upon her little brother differently, and wished to openly discuss sexual matters with him in hopes to gain more insight and to share her own with him. Greg had watched her shower a few times in the new basement bathroom, and had even watched her and Ken fuck once from her closet. He didn't want knowledge, per se, he had just wanted her. But recently he had been becoming more obsessed with Ben, and hadn't actually thought about his sister sexually for over a month. However, she was his first sexual icon, so as he stood there having conflicting thoughts about what had happened earlier today, he couldn't help but have those old desires flare up. "So, are we ordering pizza?" I said to bring them both to the present. "Oh.. Yeah we are. Just give me a minute to change into something less..." "Comfortable?" Greg suggested. "Come on Gloria. It's not like we haven't already seen you in it." Greg was letting his confidence grow with his lust, and wanted to do more than just look. "Ha! If you think for one minute I'm going to meet the pizza boy wearing this thing, you're crazy. But if you really want me to stay like this, go and put on the swim suit Aunt Lois sent you. I'm not... Hey! where you going?" "To put on my swimming suit..." "I was only kidding!" Gloria said with a slight panic in her voice. "Yeah, you better be careful," I said to her after he disappeared in his room. "He does have the hots for you ya know." "Did he tell you that?" "Not exactly," I said as an idea formed. "Uhm, when are your parents coming home?" "Not until around ten. Why?" "And you're not going out tonight, right?" "I wasn't planning on it. Hey! Don't get any ideas. Ken's the only guy for me." "Yeah, I know. But your brother is having a hard time figuring out what he wants sexually, and you might be able to help more than Ben or I can." "Ben? So that's why Greg's been going over there so much. What are they doing? looking at playboys together?" "Actually, Greg's been... Since he's about to interrupt, he can tell you." "Okay Gloria. Here I am!" Greg said wearing a woman's string bikini. Obviously the bikini top had nothing to hold up, but the bottom front didn't even touch his waist because his boner pushed it out so much. Not only could you see the very tip of his dick's head, but a small portion of each ball was visible on the sides. "How do I look?" Greg said with an evil smile. "I can't believe you did that. You look...." she stopped. "So do you," Greg sharply replied. "Greg, what have you been doing over at Ben's?" "Uhm, well, we play video games and hang out and stuff.. Why?" "Tim was telling me you've been having some... problems with sex?" "Hey!" he glared at me. "You shouldn't tell her stuff like that!" "Why not? You two are perfect to help each other. Gloria needs a guy to test things out on before she uses them on Ken, and you need someone to guide you in figuring out what sex is right for you. Greg, there is a whole lot more to sex than just giving and receiving blowjobs." "What?" Gloria said, not sure she heard right. "Shut up!" Greg said frowning while clenching his fists. I could feel the anger rise inside him, and saw an opportunity. "Did you say giving blowjobs?" Gloria asked me. "Yeah. He and Ben did a little sixty-nining earlier today." "SHUT UP!" Greg said shoving me to the floor. "And until you came out of the bathroom in your underwear, he was hoping that I would fuck his ass." "You FUCKER!" Greg cried as he started trying to kick me. "Mother fucker son of a bitch!" "Are you saying my brother is GAY?" "I'm NOT GAY!" "No, he's bi." "BI?" she said with disgust. "Yes, bi. It's not a dirty word. Greg, stop trying to kick me. It's not going to work, dude. You're too much of a wimp." Greg started to really try his hardest to put his foot through my gut, but I was controlling the blows so they always either missed or were deflected by my arms and hands. "GREG!" Gloria said taking hold of Greg's shoulders and turning him to face her. "Stop that! And tell me he's making it up. Tell me this is a joke." Greg was sweating and breathing hard from his violent attempts to kick the living shit out of me. When he finally looked at his sister in the eye, he found himself frozen in her gaze, his anger diminishing as his desire rose again. Gloria became very aware of the hot, sweaty and somewhat muscular bare shoulders she had a firm grip on. His breath suddenly became the only sound in the room, and the only scent was a musky odor that hinted at his earlier sexual experience. Greg finally lowered his gaze, just to find the sight of her teddy increasing his arousal. He felt his hand being drawn to her right breast by an irresistible force from within him. It was so strong I had to check to see if someone was manipulating him without my knowledge, only to find it to be an old jerkoff fantasy of his coming to life. Greg's eyes met hers again just before his hand reached it's destination. He saw something in her eyes that time. Something he wasn't expecting to see, but was relieved to discover it was there. He knew what it was for he had seen it in his own eyes when he had glanced at his reflection in a mirror once while masturbating. The small look in her eye exploded into a face full of sexual desire. I felt a dam I hadn't detected before burst and crumble within her, releasing a flood of sexual desires and fantasies all involving her little brother who had been HER first sexual icon. Before Ken started dating her in her freshman year of high school, Gloria had used her prepubescent brother as the focus of her own early sexual fantasies. The tidal wave of those old feelings washed every thought from her mind and sent her into motion. Before I had realized what was going on, Gloria had closed the gap between them, planted her lips on Greg's while sending her hand down to his barely restrained crotch. And by the time I had gathered what had happened, Gloria had pushed her willing brother to the floor and was rubbing her entire body against his. If she had only been fueled by her old sexual passions, I would have stopped them from proceeding any further because she would have never forgiven herself later. But I noticed she was not only driven by her old fantasies, but by her current sexual frustrations as well. Gloria was clearly being the aggressor, easily overpowering her younger brother and preventing him from running the show. As Greg continued to try to get his lips down to a breast, Gloria rubbed her body up and down his, finally managed to slip his dick into the entrance of her love tunnel. Greg froze and looked desperately at his sister's own desperate face. His face made an expression that made him look like a child, driving Gloria over the edge to finish the penetration and taking Greg's virginity as she had dreamed several years before. But then her current needs took over, and using her own past experiences, Gloria knew she had to build her orgasm slowly to achieve maximum pleasure. Greg was helpless to argue, and soon submitted to letting her do what she wanted without urging her to quicken the pace. Her initial speed reminded me strongly of the twins, and I saw we would be here for a while. I ordered the pizzas and watched with partial interest as she slowly increased her speed. By the time the pizzas arrived, Gloria was just getting to what I would have considered an acceptable fucking speed. I ate pizza while watching her momentum build in spurts of energy, Greg still helplessly gasping and giving out a moan once in a while. To have so much stimulation without any control over its delivery was almost torture for him, but it was the kind of sex he would seek out after nearly two years of his sister taking her sexual frustration out on him. Of course that was unknown to me at the time, and as I finished my last piece, I watched Gloria cum in a long and deep moan that made me shake with pleasure at its sound. I restrained myself from going over to her settling ass and using my dick on it to get another wonderful moan from her, but I didn't hesitate to feel its ripeness before rolling the unconscious woman off her brother. Greg opened his eyes and smiled weakly saying, "Are we there yet?" "Heh. You sure took a lot. How many times did you cum anyway?" "I don't know. I can't remember. Six, I think. I'm pooped, and I didn't do anything." "Well, your pizza is getting cold, and so is your sister. You take care of the pizza, I'll take care of your sister." "Uhm.. You're not going to try.." I smiled at him and said, "If I had wanted to try something, don't you think I would have by now?" "Maybe... If she isn't going to wake up for pizza, maybe you should just put her in her bed for now. Shit, I'm hungry. But I gotta go pee first." I carried Gloria into her bedroom and laid her down in her queen size bed. When I turned to leave, I felt a surge of lust come from her sleeping mind. I peeked to find her dreaming of giving Ken a blowjob in her new teddy. After checking on Greg and finding him asleep on the throne, I laid down next to her and sent the commands. Her eyes opened and blinked a few times before her mind saw her lover instead of me laying beside her. Her glassy eyes moved to gaze at my crotch, then she suddenly moved towards it in jerky motions. Gloria's hands felt their way to the snap and zipper, her face pointed down between her arms as she struggled against her sleepiness. She had to stop and rest several times, finding it extremely difficult to move her body since in every sense she was still completely asleep. Once she had my dick free, she had no trouble getting her mouth wrapped around it. But after a few good strong suck and tongue actions, her mouth simply took up a repeating pattern of gentle suckily motions that babies use to get their milk. I got bored with that very quickly. But instead of using my powers, I played out the role. "Gloria, your tongue feels so good... Could you use it a little more?" Her small tongue movements were very disappointing, so I tried again. "Honey, I'd love it if you could suck a little harder." Again her response was a let down, so I tried a different approach. "Oh baby, I want you to suck it. Suck it and lick it and make me squirm. I want you to taste my dick like never before, feel it surge and pulse. God I want you to suck out my spunk and taste its flavor, and then swallow it all down." That worked. Her mouth came alive with energy and began sucking and tonguing like a pro, feeding off my precum like a nursing pup, then allowed my cum to overflow her mouth so she could savor the flavor afterwards. She managed to clean up the mess before she conked out on me, but I was satisfied and let her slip back into a deep sleep. I cleaned up their memories so they wouldn't remember me but would recall everything they had done. Before I left, I woke them both up so they could at least eat their pizza and get dressed before their parents came home. (Gloria actually started modeling a few months later. She quit her other job and moved into her own place, then moved into a bigger place which she shared with her boyfriend once she started making good money. The teddy she had worn that night for me and Greg started her fetish with sexy underwear. Her third modeling job was for women's underwear, and that had been the beginning of a very successful lingerie modeling career, partially because she didn't mind people seeing her in very revealing underwear. She never posed nude, but some of the stuff she wore didn't leave much to the imagination. But because there was always that remaining tease in the minds of the photographers, they constantly called her back for another try at getting her as naked as they could. They never succeeded. Well, okay. One did. After I recognized her in a catalog about a year later, I caught up with her and Greg and enjoyed a private lingerie show. I was kind of surprised to find that Greg also had formed the same fetish, probably caused by the women's swim suit he had worn when she had taken his virginity. He had his own secret wardrobe of women's undergarments that he wore whenever he and his sister got together for a mutual show and fuck. I also learned that Greg and Ben had never done anything else sexually with each other. Greg had his mind on his sister, while Ben's guilt turned into distaste for male to male sex. Despite her successful modeling career, Gloria stayed in school and didn't allow herself to accept the passes other men made at her. She married Ken after her Junior year of college, and ended her fucks with her brother. Gloria had managed to break Ken into letting her do half of the work, and as far as I know they are still happily married with two kids and a separate closet full of her teddies.) ======================================================================== Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip rass_senip@usa.net Chapter X: 10th Grade, Winter 1986/87 Part 9 - LeAnne's Animal (hypnosis, mf, mf oral, mf anal) "Good morning, LeAnne," I said as I walked up to our private room and found her waiting outside the door. "Good morning," she echoed. "You wanted to talk to me about something... Could you remind me what about?" "Sure," I said unlocking the door. "But first, come on in and get comfortable. I've excused you from all your classes today, and I've had the class officers meeting rescheduled for next week." She stood at the door giving me quite a probing stare, quickly coming to the conclusion I was serious, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with it. "Whatever you wanted to talk to me about will have to wait. You had no right to.." I looked in her eyes and said, "Remember.. after school you were driving home feeling that loneliness overtake you... Remember... Fine road, that curve, that tree... You would have killed yourself if I hadn't stopped you.." The color in her face slowly returned as I led her to the lazy boy and handed her a glass of a clear juice that my father had recently come across. Apart from its tingly pleasant taste and clear appearance, there was nothing unusual about the juice. "Feel better?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. Again, her eyes appeared to probe for my intentions, so I gave her a little help by making eye contact and forming an empathic connection. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she felt my presence, but she quickly took advantage of the situation and attempted to feel out any malice or deception. When she had finished her probe, I closed the connection and repeated, "Feel better?" "A little," she said softly. Then in a stronger voice she said, "What was that?" This time it was my turn to give her a probing look. Of course the look was only for show since I knew exactly what she was thinking at all times. But she had expected it, and I didn't want her to freak out. But then I probably couldn't freak her out, so I decided the best thing to do was to tell her the truth. "I'm empathic. I can share my feelings with others, and feel what others are feeling too." "Empathic.. If I remember correctly, empaths are supposed to be mute, and have the ability to heal others by transferring the injury to their own body where they heal it at a greater rate than others could. If you can talk, then I suppose you can't heal others." "Huh.. I didn't know any of that. I do know of two empaths that are a lot stronger than I am, and they're mutes. And when Joey and I form a share link, you could say we can heal each other or anyone else we add to the link, but we've never tried it with scrapes and bruises." LeAnne's mind began forming questions in a logical format, already forgetting the purpose of what I had asked her here for. But as the first question started to form on her lips, the bell rang, reminding her she was missing class for a reason. "So I take it you are going to play psychologist and try to figure out what is wrong with me?" "Nope. I already know what's wrong with you." "Oh? And what's that?" "I'll tell you if you really want me too, but you won't accept my.. er.. diagnosis. I would rather just show you." "Show me? I want to know first, then if you can explain why, you can show me." I sighed and sat back in the chair I was sitting in. "I can't explain it to you without showing it to you. You just wouldn't believe me or understand it any other way. And I would prefer showing you the why before telling you the what." "Tell me the what, and the how, then if I don't think you are trying to pull something, I'll let you show me the why even if I don't believe the what." I told her, and as expected she didn't believe me. And when I told her the how, she got a bit upset. "HYPNOTIZE ME?!?" "I only want to give you some experiences that you never actually had that involve having a good friend. That's all." "THAT'S ALL?!? You have to be nuts to think I'd fall for that. First of all, you couldn't hypnotize me. I studied hypnosis and know you wouldn't be able to put be into a trance without my cooperation. And I'm not going to cooperate." "Why not?" "Because you're a male, and as I understand, you are very.. active sexually. I'm not going to be tricked into something.. primitive." "You're wrong. You know why? Because I don't find you attractive. Good enough reason for you?" "No. Males instinctively will try and take advantage of a female no matter what they look like." "Okay. So what makes you think I couldn't take advantage of you right this moment?" "Lay a finger on me and I'll break your arm," she said cold and serious. "LeAnne, I'm not interested in anything but helping you. Really. Let me give you a hypothetical situation. If I could make you take off your shoes and throw them out the window without you realizing it, would you then believe that I could also make you do something like take your clothes off?" "That is ridiculous. You couldn't do it." "But do you believe if I had you throw your shoes out the window, making you have to go barefoot the rest of the day, do you think I could equally make you strip?" "Maybe. But I doubt it." "What about if you threw your bra out along with your shoes?" "I really don't like what you're suggesting, hypothetical as it maybe. And none of this is relevant to.." "So if I could do that to you, what would stop me from doing that or even going further with you?" "I'm not going to put up with this any longer. If you don't have anything else to.." she said before someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I said. "Uhm, do these belong to someone in here?" Mr. Carlton, a history teacher asked holding up a pair of shoes. LeAnne's just stared at her shoes in his hand, afraid to look down at her feet which she could tell were bare. But when a janitor appeared behind Mr. Carlton holding a bra, she gave out a small shriek and felt her braless chest through her top. I thanked the delivery boys when I took their parcels and sent them back on their way. I felt LeAnne's probing eyes on me again before I turned around to hand them to her, but when we made eye contact she dropped her gaze immediately. Her hand was shaking a little when she reached out to take back her property, so I said, "I didn't mean to frighten you. Do you understand that I could have just as easily made you have sex with me without you ever knowing it?" "Who says you haven't already?" She said shakily. "I do," I sighed. "Now think about it. Why would I go through all this trouble just to trick you while you're hypnotized. And there... Now you can remember taking off your shoes and bra and throwing them out the window." She recalled the events, finding some assurance when she realized I had made her remove her bra under the cover of her loose fitting top. I hadn't seen anything I shouldn't have. After twenty or so minutes convincing her I wasn't trying to trick her, she finally agreed. No sooner than she gave me her permission, I used my empathic power to lower her into a deep hypnotic trance. I took her back to the earliest memory fragment, then took her back even further to her time of birth. She had no memory of this event of course, but it was a simple matter of using our combined knowledge and imagination to create the images and sounds of emerging from her mother's birth canal into the world of the living. The week before, my mother and I were at the hospital waiting for her test results concerning her options of having another baby. A woman in labor was rushed past us, and my mother had suggested that I use my telepathic abilities to experience what it was like to be born. I used that knowledge to give LeAnne as accurate of a memory as possible of her own birth. The experience wasn't necessarily a wonderful one, but it gave me a different view on life, and I figured it would help her do the same. I used her memories of photographs to reconstruct her toddler years. Her memories didn't contain any physical affection from her parents, but there was a lot of love and support, and I fudged a bit by using some of her memories of her parents with her younger sister during her sister's infant years. All of this was just to give her a better background before I entered the picture myself. I sought out memories of her playmates as a child, finding she hadn't had many since her family had lived in a remote area in Arizona. But the few I did find, I managed to convince her to imagine myself as a little boy playing with her along side her other friends. I planted my presence throughout her childhood without making me stand out or adding any other experiences. When we reached her family making their move the summer before her freshman year, I stopped adding my image to her memories and brought her out of her trance. "Did you do it?" she asked after sitting up. "What did you do anyway?" "Just trust me, okay? How do you feel?" "I'm fine. I.." she started. "What?" I asked, faking concern. "I just realized you remind me of someone I used to know," she said concentrating on my face. "Really? Who?" "I'm not really sure. He was always around where I grew up, but I don't remember his name. He used to always play in the sand box with me, but we never really.. What?" "I just had the same feeling you had. I loved playing in the sandbox, and... Shit. Did you use to go to Saint Elmo Elementary?" "YES! You mean.." "Howdy, neighbor. The name's Tim." We spent nearly an hour talking about her home town and other kids that lived there. Of course I was mostly using her memories to keep up my side of the conversation, but I did make up a few things that jived with her perceptions of those childhood friends. It was eerie the way she seemed like an old friend to me. I mean, that's what she was supposed to feel about me, but I didn't imagine I would feel it for her as well. When the bell rang announcing the end of the third period, she stopped her chit chat and stared into space a few moments. "What's the matter, LeAnne?" I asked with concern. She looked at my face, then quickly looked away, trying to hide her face as her control over her emotions started to fail. She suddenly stood up facing way from me and said, "I wish we had never moved out here. I feel like my whole life is back there, in Tannahoe. I've don't have a single... friend here." I walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back while I said, "Sure you do. Me. I'll be your friend." I felt her emotions start to swell, but then suddenly she saw through my entire plan. She knew what I had done, but not why I had done it. She clamped down on her emotions and visibly stiffened before turning around to face me. "You bastard," she said with a coldness that made me almost shiver. "What? I didn't do anything but attempt to become a friend who you could talk to. You were doing so.." "FRIEND? You're not my friend. Children need friends to learn the social skills to interact with others. I'm not a child, and you're not my friend." "Wrong! I am your friend. You're just not.. What's wrong?" "I'm dizzy," she said sitting down looking pale. LeAnne visibly shuddered a few moments later, then sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. After my attempt of relieving her loneliness by coming a long lost friend had failed, she had been struggling against the surge of despair that had resulted. The stress from constantly battling her emotions had finally caught up with her, but as I watched, LeAnne systematically regained control of herself while relaxing to reduce the stress. Her self control was remarkable. I was actually learning a few pointers from her when I realized her stubborn resolve to never succumb to her emotional needs was the true source of her problems. Several years before, LeAnne had learned how to control her emotions and decided she was a much better person without them clouding her thinking. She later realized that if she gave into her emotions after staying disattached from them so long, she would never be able to suppress them again. But her mistake was thinking she could live like that. LeAnne's idea of a perfect human being resembled Vulcans on Star Trek. She believed that the human race had evolved to the point where it was time to leave behind our old animal instincts and move into the world of logic and reason. Her critical error was not realizing that no matter how much we could evolve, we were still animals in many ways and emotions were vital to our well being. LeAnne needed to lose that tight control over her feelings. And the only way I saw to do that without causing a long and drawn out depression was to let her experience the feelings of sharing with someone close without allowing it to turn into something sexual. There was only two people I knew who could help me do this, and in LeAnne's case it had to be Suzi. Suzi came in quietly just as I finished putting LeAnne to sleep. "So how are we going to be helping her by snuggling up to each other?" Suzi asked when I sat back and relaxed. "I'm going to let her feel everything you're feeling emotionally and physically. She'll see, hear, smell and taste what you do, and have all the emotions that you have while we give each other a little lovin'." "So.. It will be like a two way?" "No, not really. She won't know what you're thinking, and you won't feel anything from her. She'll just feel everything you do. Is that okay?" "Yes, that's fine. She wouldn't want to know how much of a bitch I think she is." "Heh. Well that might change after we're through." I prepared the links as Suzi pulled the bed out of the sofa. This was the first time I had ever attempted to use my empathic powers to link two people without including myself, and I found that I couldn't do it. After several minutes of considering my options, we decided to try just the telepathic links and see if LeAnne's own emotions responded the way I hoped they would. I activated the links, then reached my hand out to Suzi to pull us together for a hug. Damn she smelled good. Suzi's scent was a natural soft and sweet one, but it was amplified by the clean smelling perfume she was wearing along with the shampooy odor of her hair. For a moment I considered switching the link to me when my feelings for Suz seemed to bloom from the pleasure my nose was receiving, but I found I was having a similar effect on Suzi and decided she was still the best candidate for the job. My hands rubbed her back as she sighed and relaxed her head on my shoulder. I made no passes with my hands that could have been interpreted as sexually motivated, but couldn't help give her a few gentle kisses on the neck and cheek. I wasn't sure how LeAnne would interpret them, but I allowed them to happen because they were from the heart, not from the crotch. Since we were standing at the foot of the fold out bed, I picked Suzi up and playfully tossed her on the bed. Suzi only bounced once before she grabbed one of pillows she had placed at the head of the bed and flung it into my smiling face. I had just enough time to gather my wits and pick the pillow up before I had to use it as a shield against her frontal pillow assault. Her blows were fast and accurate, beating my defenses down while I attempted to stop laughing so I could give her a decent fight. I ended up on the floor flat on my back with Suzi's pillow pinning my face and my own pillow shielding Suzi's belly from any tickling I might have tried. I surrendered unconditionally and gasped for breath when she pulled her pillow away. Suzi sat on top of me, staddling my waist in an innocent way, while we talked a little about her birthday party two weeks from that weekend. Joey and I were going to spend the night the Friday before and help her decorate for the party, so we spent some time talking about what she wanted for the party. After spending fifteen minutes on the floor, I sat up to relax my cramping neck muscles that had been holding my head up enough so I could see her. Suzi had been leaning back against my legs and the edge of the bed, but sat up when I did, placing our faces inches from each other's. Her eyes were so bright, and her face so beautiful at that moment, it took every once of will power not to press my lips against hers and release my growing urge to make love. Suzi kissed my nose then stood up. I took her hand she held out to me, and didn't let go after she helped me up. We stood there in front of the bed feeling the other's hands caress ours, our eyes glancing to the other's faces to get a quick look of our loving expression before quickly returning to our hands. The feelings between us were making it increasingly difficult to keep our hands on neutral ground. Our eyes met accidentally and locked on each other while our bodies felt themselves drawn together like two magnets. Our arms wrapped around each other's waists, then our eyes closed as our lips finally joined together in a powerful yet unrushed kiss. The kiss was as pure as a kiss could be, lasting longer than most people spend having sex, and we had ended the kiss only because we had nearly fallen over from swaying back and forth for several minutes. Suzi gently pulled me onto the bed as she laid down on it herself, our eyes never breaking their renewed contact until they closed once more for another kiss. Our bodies pressed themselves together as our hands roamed freely over them. Our long kiss ended into a series of small gentle kisses before we stopped and rested with our foreheads touching. I sent my right hand down her arm and brought her hand up to my lips to kiss. I saw her goosebumps rise up on her arm as I planted my first kiss on a knuckle, and felt my own rise as her other hand brushed my cheek. Again our eyes met, flooding each other's eyes with the love flowing between us. No words were spoken as we closed the gap again, but this time we just held each other, feeling each other's hearts beat as we let time trickle by in complete peace. After laying caressing and snuggling for almost an hour, I looked at Suzi and said, "I love you." "I love you," she replied before moving to kiss me again. Something in the way Suzi stretched after that kiss ended told me she was in the mood to start something a little less innocent. I quickly confirmed this, then checked LeAnne's condition intending to close the links if she had had enough. Her tears had been drying for some time, having worked out her remorse and loneliness as Suzi and I had laid there. LeAnne's emotions had succeeded in their struggle to be felt, relieving the pressure she had been building for four years simply by crying. The experience of the love Suzi and I had been sharing had quickly overwhelmed her control while giving her the answer she needed. Humans had evolved beyond allowing their desires and lusts to control them, but not by losing these drives that were once necessary for the species to survive. LeAnne discovered that these drives instead had evolved with us to making our lives worth living while we obtained more knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the next generations. LeAnne had accepted how wrong she had been to consider all emotions to be unfavorable. She understood that they added substance to our lives, and the small penalty in performance was acceptable for the over all quality of life gained. LeAnne felt as if she had made the most important discovery in her lifetime. Little did any of us know this was just the first of many of such personal discoveries, and only the beginning of a long voyage that I wound up navigating for her. As Suzi pulled herself on top of me and initiated another kiss, I altered the links so LeAnne could terminate them if she so desired, then turned my attention to the tongue which was requesting permission to enter my oral cavity. I granted permission, then sent my hands down to her wiggling ass for a squeeze. Suzi responded by pressing her crotch into my rapidly growing one, stimulating me to run my hand across her backside, probing her ass with my fingertips through her clothes. Another surge of pressure against my lumpy crotch was followed by Suzi's mouth pulling away from mine as she got up on her arms and started humping her crotch against mine in a slow erotic way. We both quickly worked up a sweat, prompting us to start removing each other's clothing. I stayed on my back after she had lowered my pants and stripped off my shirt. Suzi had gotten used to just letting her male slaves decide how to pleasure her, but I felt she needed to start using her wonderful initiative talent more. We both kept our underwear on for the time being, having made this rule to never remove them if there was a risk of pregnancy. Out of all the times Suzi and I had made love, had sex, or just simply fucked each other's brains out for the animal pleasure of it, there had been no risk of pregnancy. We were able to control exactly when she started her cycle and always worked around the window of fertility. After having triggered her cycle after four months of worry free sex, Suzi had the worst case of menstrual cramps she had ever experienced. She had opted to have her periods every month as she was supposed to, but always start the cycle on the same day each month. We both knew she was right smack dab in the middle of her fertile period, and knew if I somehow slipped and came inside her, she would most likely be a blimp in nine months. But I had never cum after putting a block on myself, so for the first time Suzi took the gamble she never thought she would take. My attention was on our exchanging of saliva when I first realized my dick was touching bare skin, and that skin felt awfully wet and good. Suzi's love hole easily accepted my surging dick, her pussy haven accepted Ben's larger dick on countless occasions. The disappointment from realizing she no longer found my dick filling as it once had was quickly washed away by the fear of what she was doing. "Lock it down, my love. I trust your control over your shooting finger," she said before laying heavily into a kiss. I managed to remember to put the block on my orgasm after my mind had been flushed away with her savage kiss, then removed her bra and used my magic touch on her perky pointed tits. Suzi pushed herself down as hard as she could, attempting to make my dick penetrate as deeply into her dripping cunt as possible. My magic touch on her mammaries had caused her nipples to harden and her orgasm to begin its final climb. And in her attempts to make my dick go in deeper, she suddenly found the tip of my dick's head pressing up against her deepest part. We stopped and looked at each other with astonishment. I knew I had been growing longer, but I never imagined ever reaching the end of the tunnel like that. Suzi suddenly started wiggling about, struggling to make my dick head stretch the end with no success. Suzi finally gave up and started humping like mad, driving herself up the ramp towards the peak of her orgasm. As she approached, she slowed a bit, then violently rammed herself down and was rewarded by the feeling of my surging dick barely stretching the fabric of her fuck hole and the triggering of her orgasm. As her orgasm flowed through her body, my own body was dealing with the pain her last hump had caused. Not only had she bruised my balls a little, but her hip bone had hit mine in such a way it had hurt. Once I had indicated I needed her to get off, she quickly complied and apologized. Her apology was emphasized when she kissed and licked my balls, then began her wonderful tongue work on the shaft of my dick. I released the lock on my orgasm, then enjoyed her mouth worshipping my cock and balls for nearly five minutes before doing a little worshipping myself on her slimy cunt using my mouth and tongue. I was fully engrossed in attempting to bring her to orgasm before she did the same to me when she suddenly deep throated my dick with a skilled ease, then even managed to suck in one of my balls before it decided to retract and begin its flushing cycle. When she started humping my cock deeply into her throat, my eyes opened so wide in amazement that my eyeballs probably could have popped out. But my own orgasm had began a moment later, making my eyes close tightly as I moaned and applied direct stimulation on her clit. Suzi's head pulled up as I shot the first stream of my load down her throat, making the rest of my seed flood into her mouth for her to taste and suck down with vigor. In the heat of the moment, I overdid my attention to her pleasure knob and caused her to momentarily shudder from the overload. As I came down from my sexual high, the sounds of Suzi's sucking became loud and clear to my ears. I was instantly aroused again, but not for another blow. I lubed my left index finger with her excess wetness and wiped it on her rose, then began the ritual relaxing techniques to loosen her anus for a little butt fuck. Suzi moaned as my finger penetrated her ass, then said, "Timmy.. I've been saving my ass for you and Joey. I haven't let any of the others fuck my back door." I had never heard Suzi talk dirty so freely before. I loved it. As I worked my second finger in, Suzi started fucking my face and fingers, gasping while rubbing her face all over my hard cock. When she was just about ready, Suzi exclaimed, "I'm not empty... Shit, I sorry Tim." "That's okay Suzi. If I get shit on my dick, I'll just have to wash it off later." "Oh God. I can't believe... Fuck my ass Tim. Fuck my shitty ass!" Her words turned me on so much I didn't hesitate to obey them. Her ass felt as tight as ever, and naturally caused her some momentary pain when I plunged it into her. Suzi was on all fours as I fucked her from the rear, her pain immediately forgotten as I started my pumping. All too soon I felt my cum boiling in my balls, but I did nothing to prevent its release since I had sensed her own orgasm approaching even faster. When Suzi's ass shuddered and clenched tightly around my dick's shaft, I rammed into her as deep as I could and shot my cum in three hard pulses. Suzi fell forward, causing my dick to come out with a 'smck' sound. I surprisingly found it wasn't covered by shit, so I laid down beside her, took her hand in mine, then kissed the back of her hand like I had earlier. "Tim?" "Yeah Suz?" "That was the best fuck I've had for... Well, since the last time we had sex." "Suzi, when did you start saying fuck so much? You need to watch your mouth. It turns me on too much." "That's what Joey said... I guess being around you two and my three guys.." "Suz?" "Hmm?" "Do you miss the old days sometimes?" "The old days?" "Yeah. You know. Before we had slaves. Before we started having sex regularly with other people." "Oh Timmy. You know I will always love you..." That to me meant that she hadn't, and she realized it as soon as she said it. She was about to tell me that she had missed the earlier days, but she couldn't since it wasn't true and I knew it. "I'm sorry," she said wrapping her arms around me and hugging my chest. "I guess I've.." "It's okay," I interrupted. "I'm just being selfish. I guess I feel the same thing Joey does about you having sex with anyone other that us. I just kept it buried under my guilt of doing the same thing you're doing. But I still miss the old days anyway." "You're right. You're being selfish. And so is Joey. I love you two so much I won't ever let anyone in my back door except you two. And .." she said before turning her head so I couldn't see her face. I probed her thoughts and feelings, then continued for her. "We haven't promised you anything similar. But you know what? Whenever I have had sex with another woman, I have compared her to you. Never have I found someone who I would rather spend my whole life worshipping and loving than you. Say the word, and I'll make myself never make love or have sex with anyone but you. Just say the word and I will become your everlasting sex toy and slave. I'd give up my life, my freedom, my soul for you. You and you alone. You are my true love, forever yours, forever love." I felt her tear drip onto my chest, followed by its twin from the other eye. She knew I was monitoring every thought and feeling she had, so she didn't do anything but give me a squeeze and a kiss on my chest where she laid. The next thing we knew, Joey was gently shaking my shoulder, trying his best not to wake Suzi. I immediately saw that soft look in his eye, and smiled as he sat down next to us on the bed. "Sorry to wake you, but your patient was wandering around asking people to fuck her in her shitty ass." "My patient?" I repeated, trying to figure out what he was talking about. "LeAnne? Remember her?" "Oh shit..." I said a little too loud and waking Suzi. "Tim?" Suzi said stretching with her eyes shut. "Could you get Joey up here? I feel like a little group lovin'" "You rang?" Joey said as he gave Suzi a soft kiss on her cheek. "MMmm.. Joey, I'm feeling really horny. Could you fuck my ass?" Suzi said in a husky voice as she slipped her puss over my pole. "Shit," Joey and I both said. "Please, Joey? Timmy misses the old days. And I haven't had a two way fucking since the last time we did it together." "Shit, Suzi. If you keep talking like that, I won't even make it inside you before I shoot." I saw the twinkle in Suzi's eyes as she cried out, "Oh! Timmy.. You got so BIG! Fuck me Big Tim! Fuck my slutty cunt. OH JOEY! HURRY UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Joey didn't even finish pulling his pants off. He fumbled to get it out of his underpants then almost missed her puckering anus when he did get it out. Suzi gave out a small cry from the pain of his quick entry, and then gave another when he pulled back. Joey's was still larger around than mine, but I was at least a good inch longer in length at last check. Joey and Suzi quickly got into sync, and I started to participate in the humping motions. I linked our orgasms together and we all started working towards getting us over the peak. We must have really been going at it because the next thing I knew we were covered in sweat and feeling the cum in our balls start to make it's journey out. When I felt the first impulse to spurt, I suddenly remembered Suzi's condition and panicked. "GET OFF!" I screamed and commanded as my dick began to launch. It had passed the point where I could stop it, so my only option had been to force her off me. No sooner than my dick's head pulled out of her did a jet of my semen squirted out onto her crotch. Joey had not only thrown himself backwards off the bed, but he landed two feet away from the bed's edge and hit his head fairly hard. Suzi nearly fell off the bed herself, then took precious moments to balance her weight and sit up as my cum dribbled across her vagina. I leapt off the bed towards the drawer of sex aids and lubricants and dug out the spermicide before Suzi even realized what had happened. But by the time I had got back to give her the tube of spermicide, she had already wiped my spunk away from her opening with the bed sheets and quickly started applying the spermicide. "What the fuck was that for?" Joey said holding his hand on the back of his head. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, then said, "Shit, I'm bleeding." He sat down so I could take a took a look at him, finding he had a small cut, the beginnings of a large lump, but otherwise he was okay. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and gave him a hug. "You'll be okay. It's just a small cut. I'm sorry. It was my fault. I forgot that it was that time of the month and didn't put the block on my trigger. When I felt it start to blow, I remembered and I guess I panicked. I'm real sorry," I said kissing his cheek and gave him another squeeze. "That's okay. I'm not gonna be a baby about it. Shit. After the way Suzi talked to us, I completely forgot myself." Suzi slid off the bed to crawl onto Joey's lap and said, "I'm sorry too. I knew talking dirty would make you both go nuts like that. I've been practicing with Ben and the others and... Joey? I know you don't like the sex I've been having with them, but only you and Tim will ever have my back door. It's my way of showing you I love you more than any of them." Joey looked down at her breasts, not actually meaning to look at them specifically, but he found himself enjoying the view... well anyway, he said, "Thanks Suz. I... Well, I've sorta been thinking about cooling it with the others and spending more time with you if you'd let me. I'd even let Tim make me never want to have sex with any girl but you." "Oh Joey..." Suzi said with another pair of tears getting ready to fall. She moved so she could put her head on his other shoulder while hugging him like I was. We sat there for a few minutes just one big hugging mess of flesh before Joey jumped and said, "Holy shit. I forgot all about LeAnne!" Joey explained how LeAnne had been walking up and down the halls in a daze and had asked at least three different guys to fuck her shitty ass before Joey was able to reach her. He convinced her to follow him back up to the drawing room next door, promising her he would fuck her ass as soon as he grabbed a few things. The reason he hadn't brought her in the room where we were was because he wasn't sure how she would react to seeing Suzi and I nude like we were. I reached out with my mind finding LeAnne had wandered off again, this time actually wandering outside and found someone willing to do what she asked. Craig Worth had been going out to his car to leave for his co-op job when she had walked up to him without a coat or sweater on and asked him to fuck her ass. The cold had caused her nipples to show, mostly because at one point LeAnne's dazed mind had removed her bra and had thrown it out the window. They were just getting into his car when I snapped her out of it and made Craig forget the whole thing. I brought LeAnne back up to the room, the three of us quickly getting dressed before she arrived. "I should be furious with you," LeAnne said when she opened the door. "But you're not?" I asked. "No, I'm too confused to be mad. I feel better, but I can't explain why. How did you do all that?" "The how isn't important," I stated, reinforcing it with a mental command. "Just worry about sorting out what you want now, and you'll be okay I think. Sorry about forgetting about you after Suzi and I.. you know." "I can't believe I let myself feel all of that. I kept telling myself I needed to stop... whatever it was, but I just couldn't make myself do it. Oh God. I asked Mr. Perry to... to.. Oh my God!" "Hey," I said when she buried her face in her hands. "Don't worry about Mr. Perry or anyone else you asked to fuck your ass. They don't remember you asking them. I've already taken care of that." I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that Mr. Perry would have loved to have taken her up on her offer, but he couldn't have said so in public like that. During his thirty-five years of teaching, Mr. Perry had managed to have sex with at least fifteen of his teenage girl biology students, and at one time had three girls in the sack with him at the same time. But he hadn't had much success for the past seven years, having only gotten a blow job last year from a girl failing his class. She had come to him and offered it in exchange for a passing grade. Seeing Mr. Perry as a pretty decent guy, never having forced anything on his lovers or done anything that I felt was really wrong, I made a note to myself to see about helping him get some before he retired at the end of the year. I checked LeAnne out to see if there was anything I needed to fix and to find out what had happened exactly. It turns out LeAnne's subconscious had been so absorbed in Suzi's and my sexual activity that she had almost been brainwashed into having the sex again. I had put her into the dream state so her conscious mind could actively process Suzi's physical experience like in a dream, but her subconscious had been left in control otherwise. Seeing there wasn't anything to do but wait for LeAnne to work things out for herself, I explained this to her and told her to come and see me on Monday sometime so I could make sure she was okay. LeAnne said goodbye and was closing the door behind her, then paused and frowned. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I was just.. I'm not really sure if you really deserve it.. I think you have helped me, so... I'm trying to say thank you and just can't... never mind." she said in an uncertain tone and closed the door. "Fuck," I said to an empty room. It was Friday, halfway through the last period, and I was tired. I laid down on the unmade bed and fell asleep thinking about Suzi's party. --------------- I had forgotten all about LeAnne by Monday morning. I was locking our private room's door after school when a voice called my name. I was a little surprised to see LeAnne running towards me with a face of desperation, and she almost knocked me over when she fell to her knees and started to cry trying to tell me something that I wasn't getting a word of. "LeAnne! What is it? Stop crying and just tell me?" She managed to gather enough self control to whimper, "I'm losing control.. Please help me?" I knelt on the floor and tried to comfort her while she sobbed. When she had worked out enough of her emotions to calm down a bit, I opened the door again and took her inside. "Ever since having that sex thing with you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I've had flashbacks, daydreams, and all day today I have had problems keeping my eyes off of boys and even had to stop myself from... touching myself during lunch. I don't want to be doing any of this, but... my animal is taking over..." "Your animal? I understand what you're talking about, but I don't think you can separate yourself into what is animal and not animal. That to me is just going to lead you back to your original problem." "It doesn't matter. I can't stop it anymore. I almost tried to touch Rich Ambaster's butt just to see how it felt. This morning I only had problems with keeping my eyes from wandering to the guys, but it got worse and worse and worse... See?" she said after her hand landed in my lap and squeezed my thigh. "I can't stop myself from doing it. I feel like someone else is running my body." "Does it make you feel good to do it?" I asked allowing her hand to work it's way towards my crotch. "NO! It makes me.. well, it doesn't make me feel anything. I just know I'm not supposed to do it, but I can't help it.." "Shit. You didn't even feel Suzi's orgasms. I see what you mean. I think you have developed a separate consciousness of some kind and it's working against your intelligent one. Yep. The animal inside you isn't letting you feel anything good until you give it what it wants. Very interesting." "Interesting?!? Are saying I have multiple personalities?!?" "No.. Not personalities. Just.. Well, let me put it in the terms you've been thinking of them. You separated your desires and drives into two categories, the good and the bad, then suppressed anything you had put in the bad category. A lot of those things you were suppressing were not actually bad, like sexual attraction and wanting to have close friends. So now that I helped you see you need a lot of them and made you experience some of them, it looks like your subconscious is siding with the feelings you've been suppressing all this time." "But how do I get control back? I'm just getting worse. I think I'm about to unzip your pants.." "I'm not sure you can," I said as my zipper went down. "I could make you keep control, but then you wouldn't really be in control as much as being unable to do certain things except under certain conditions." "There has to be something else you can do," she said as she struggled to keep her hand out of my pants. "Maybe.. I can't think of anything right now," I said as her hand won and squeezed my crotch through my underwear. "There probably are several ways to let you take control back without me interfering. You probably should go see a shrink. I don't want to make you any worse than.." "I think I know of a way," she said after suddenly finding herself able to pull her hand back. "Give me a moment to think about it." I waited patiently for nearly ten minutes, before she looked into my eyes and said with complete seriousness, "I need you to teach me how to be a.... what is the word... a slut." My mouth fell open from the shock. "Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked as I scanned her mind. "It's a form of desensitizing myself to what the animal wants. From what I have seen, you're more than qualified to train me like a slut, and I suppose I trust you to not take advantage of me. As long as I am doing what the animal wants without giving it control while I do it, I'll be able to keep myself from doing it when I don't want to." "Shit. You're serious. And I think you're right. But... Are you sure? I mean what if.." "Don't say it. I already considered all the possibilities. I need your help, and I offer to be your slut for as long as it takes. The deal is you stop me if I lose control, but otherwise make me do everything that isn't harmful to me you can think of." We discussed this for several hours before she finally convinced me. "I don't think this will be too hard," she said as we walked down the hall. "Oh?" I said surprised. "Well, how hard could it be?" "Girl, you don't have a clue, do you. Well, just remember it was your idea, and once we start, you won't have a choice but to finish it. Clear?" "I've never quit when I've faced a challenge before, I won't this time either." Before we split company, I said, "Starting tomorrow, your training to be the sluttiest slut on the planet will begin. Whether you like it or not." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /