Message-ID: <7307eli$9803281248@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com (R'as Al Ghul) Subject: The Sculptor I (mf ff mc nc teen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com 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: The Sculptor - I © 1998. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is unaltered. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts. It is a work of fiction and should remain so. Email to ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com is welcome. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had had the gift of the voice since my early teens, though it took me many years to master it. I went through all the petty impulses that such an ability brings. As I matured, so did the focus of the influence I let my powers have. I was no longer content with merely getting some girl or woman to perform acts that they normally wouldn't do. I selected them carefully, and it was extremely important that I affect their underlying psychological make-up, to make lasting and profound change. It wasn't that I was totally immune to my whims, I just used a little discretion in carrying them out. It was about 8 o'clock on a Friday summer evening. I was walking around downtown, doing a bit of window shopping before the shops shut down for the night. It had been a long week at work. While I could have influenced people to give me money, that had never felt right at all. I lived a mostly honest life, just like everyone else. The only area that I allowed myself the luxury was, well... I was standing in front of a Neiman-Marcus, looking at the suit-wearing mannequins when I caught the conversation behind me. A woman was talking to her daughter. They were standing on the sidewalk down the street from me, having just exitted the store. The mother was around 40, very attractive with shoulder-length wavy blonde hair. She obviously worked out. The daughter was in her mid-teens, with hair darker than her mother's. Physically, she would be much like her mother when she matured. Both were well-dressed in clothes that suited their ages. "Mom, you just don't understand!" the girl said angrily. "I know exactly what you mean, young lady. And the subject is closed. Just be thankful that I'm not going to bring this up with your father." "So Mom," the girl said testily, "what am I supposed to do, hope that I won't get pregnant?" "You shouldn't even be having sex at your age, Melissa. I can't tell you how disappointed I am that you don't want to save yourself for your husband. You should just say, 'no'." Then they both noticed that while the streets were rapidly emptying in the shopping district, they had caught the attention of someone. Me. I smiled at them benignly, showing them I was no threat and that it was none of my business. Well, it was, but they didn't know that yet. "Come along, Melissa. We can discuss this in the car." They both sped up as they tried to get past me. I let them. "I can't believe that you humiliated me in front of a stranger, mother," Melissa said poutily, giving me the sideglance, letting me know that she thought I was some sort of freak. Ah, teenagers. Luckily, they grow out of that. I took a deep breath to centre myself, and let the voice come through. It was all very Zen. "Oh ladies, would you wait for a moment?" To those it wasn't directed at, it sounded perfectly normal, if a bit modulated. To those it was aimed at- The ladies slowed to a stop and turned to face me. They had no idea that they were coming under my control. The mother looked perturbed, and the girl looked pissed off. I came up to them, not crowding them. "My name is Jack King. I'm a nice person, so you can relax. I'm not bothering you." Their expressions changed to one of politeness. I had their attention. I smiled at them, and they returned the gesture. "Why don't you tell me your names while I walk you to your car. Here, let me take a couple of those bags." They extended their hands and I took a couple of their shopping bags. The mother said, "My name is Amanda Jacobs. This is my daughter Melissa," with a genuine smile. "Thank you for walking us to our car. It's very polite of you." "Hi," Melissa said, smiling. We began walking towards a parkade down the street. I walked between them. "I think we're going to be good friends, aren't we?" I said. I crooked my elbows out, inviting them to take them, which they did easily. "Amanda, you find me attractive, don't you?" I said looking into her marvellous hazel eyes. She looked into my eyes and sidled in closer, brushing her hip against mine. "You like the feel of my body next to yours." "Why, yes I do, Jack. I think you're going to be a good friend." I looked down at her daughter. "You're very pretty, Melissa. Just like your mother. Why don't you tell me what you and your Mom were talking about just before I met you?" "Well," she began, like I was one of her closest friends, "I was trying to get Mom to sign a permission slip so that I could get birth control pills. I want to sleep with my boyfriend, but I don't want to get pregnant." "And what did you say, Amanda?" "I don't think that she should have sex until she's married." "Did you wait?" "Yes, I did. Her father is the only man I've ever slept with." "That works for some people, Amanda. I'm turning you on, you know. It should be your daughter's choice, don't you think?" "I- I think you're right," she said as a hot flash zipped through her. She hugged my arm tighter. "And you, Melissa. You're always wet for me, aren't you? Birth control pills are good, but you should also use a condom. Don't forget STD's." Melissa nodded, biting her lip. She began stroking my arm. Her pert breasts pressed into me through her blouse. "Don't you find that when you're turned on that underwear feels too confining? I'll bet that you don't want to wear underwear anymore." "You know Jack, I've been thinking, underwear is just a nuisance," Amanda said with feeling. "Why is that?" "It just gets all wet and messy when you turn me on like this." She put her head on my shoulder. We entered the parkade, which was virtually empty of cars, and devoid of people. We walked up the stairs. I let the girls go up first so I could watch them ascend. We entered the level and their car was a big, recent model Cadillac. It was gleaming black wih fully tinted windows. They did not come from the poor side of town. "I think I'd like to drive. Would that be all right, Amanda?" Amanda beamed, "Of course, Jack. Here are the keys." She passed them to me, I deactivated the car alarm, and walked behind the long black car and popped the trunk. We deposited the sacks and, looking around, I could see that we were utterly alone. "Ladies, you're uncomfortable in those clothes. Why don't you undress for me? Amanda, you first. No, wait. Melissa undress your mother for me, and make sure to stroke her body while you do it. I want Amanda to feel good while you reveal her to me." "Okay, Jack," Melissa said cheerfully. The girl stepped to her mother and ran her hands down the front of her mother's navy blue Donna Karan blazer, letting her small hands trace over Amanda's breasts. The woman smiled maternally at her daughter, and arched her back, pushing her breasts into the welcome touch. They both giggled. Melissa undid the button and pushed her hands into the part, running her hands around Amanda's waist while opening the blazer. Melissa ran her hands up over her mothers full breasts to her shoulders, lifting the jacket off. Amanda let it fall down her arms and then placed it neatly in the open trunk. I moved closer. "You both like it when I watch you, don't you?" "Oh, yes," they said dreamily. Melissa was undoing the white silk blouse, revealing a lacy white bra and tanned flesh. Amanda was flushed, being very turned on. Light beads of sweat hung to her brow. The blouse undone, Melissa turned her willing mother around and pulled the garment off her back, before tossing it into the trunk. She ran her fingertips down Amanda's supple flesh, causing the older woman to gasp, before she undid the clasp on the back of the skirt that matched the blazer. Amanda wiggled her shapely hips as her daughter tugged down the snug cloth. She wore white lace panties that matched her bra, and a garter belt with white hose. Her italian shoes matched the skirt suit. "Amanda would like to leave the rest of her clothes on, except for her panties, because she knows I like it, don't you, baby?" I said. She laughed huskily. "You know it, Jack," she said, shooting me a hot look over her shoulder, while Melissa stroked the ample globes of her ass. "Turn around, so that I can look at you." She did. She had an incredible figure. I took her in at one glance. Melissa stood right next to her, running her hands up and down her mother's smooth flesh. Her sheer panties were soaked with her juices. Her hips rotated with her lust. "Take off your Mom's panties for her, Melissa." "Okay, Jack." She squatted in front of her mother, who didn't resist as her teenage child pulled the filmy garment down over her hips, revealing her neatly trimmed blonde pussy to the night air. Amanda sighed. "That feels good, doesn't it, exposing yourself?" "Oh, yesss, Jack. I'm glad you did that." I smiled. I stepped closer and she reached out to put her near hand around my neck. She raised her head and kissed me passionately, shivering with excitement. I stroked her firm breast and teased the erect nipple with my rough fingers. Her tongue eagerly sought mine. For a blissful moment we were lost in each other. The secret to understanding the gift of the voice is not that I override the person's will (at least, not always), but that I find the base of their personality, that part of the psyche that lies below what societal conditioning imposes on our moral structure. I find their amoral centre, that part which understands pleasure and pain. I could be a sadistic bastard, and become the most horrific torturer the world has ever seen, ripping their innermost fears from them, but I'm not evil and destructive. I am a liberator, even if I am a bit of a pervert. I broke the kiss and looked at Melissa, standing there with her mother's soaked panties in her hand. I dropped my hand to Amanda's firm ass and traced circles. "Melissa, what do those panties smell like?" She raised them to her nose and inhaled deeply. "They- they smell musky." "Do you like the way they smell?" "Yes, I think I do." I told her to suck on them. She did. "Do they taste good." "Yes, it's different though." "You're tasting your mother's pussy juice. Does that bother you?" "I- I don't know," she said confused. She continued to sniff them and rub them on her face. I asked her to come closer. She did. "Start undressing her for me, Amanda." "With pleasure, Jack," she whispered huskily. I could see that the insides of her thighs were glistening. Melissa didn't resist. I walked around until I was behind the young girl. "Melissa, you have a whole world of sexual pleasure that you're going to discover. That smell of cunt will always turn you on, whether it's your own, or another woman's like your beautiful mother's." Amanda had finished unbuttoning the black synthetic blouse, and I reached up to pull it off her shoulders. She had perfect pale, creamy skin. Being younger, she had an aversion to tanning that her mother's generation had not acquired. I slid my fingers up and down her bare back before flipping the clasp on her basic black bra. It fell forward loosely, and the girl let her mother pull it off her, revealing small breasts topped with tiny, but hard, nipples. I reached around her waist and drew my hands upwards to cup them gently. Melissa moaned softly and leaned back into my body. Her hands held my hips. "Melissa," I said, whispering into her ear while her mother undid her wide black belt, "do you like the taste of pussy juice?" "Oh yes, Jack. It makes me so wet. Just like you do." I looked at Amanda, who was enjoying her task. She pulled on the belt and it slid out of the loops on the hiphugger black bell bottom slacks. "Amanda baby, you like young girls and boys, don't you? Sex with teenagers is fun and exciting. You told me that the other day, didn't you?" "You know I did, Jack." "Why don't you rub your daughter's cunt through her pants while you undo that fly?" "Why don't I," she laughed. She stepped closer and dropped her hand between Melissa's thighs and pressed her fingers up into the fabric. With the other hand, she tugged on the button. Melissa gasped and her eyes went wide with shock. "Ohhh," she moaned aloud, it echoing off the walls in the empty concrete parkade. Amanda looked down hungrily and Melissa looked up at her mother with lust before Amanda bent her head down and passionately kissed her child. A growl came out of Amanda's throat while Melissa mewled with every rough push of her mother's hand into her crotch. Melissa held on tight to me for balance, and I held her up while her legs started to go weak. Her legs parted with desire to allow her mother easier access. Amanda slid down the zipper with a rasp. "Amanda, you just can't wait to pull her pants down, so push your hand inside her pants and take a hold of Melissa's cunt. She likes to be used by her lovers, and you two are very close lovers. You're always ready for each other." The woman drove her hand down the front of the girl's pants. It was quite obvious when she hit the target because Melissa went stock still. She breathed very hard while her mother stroked her back and forth, drawing her child's pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion. Melissa began to moan and gasp. She cried out as her mother frigged her. "Is your little girl wet, Amanda?" "Oh, you bet she is, baby. My little girl is loving it, aren't you Princess?" "M-Mmmommy," she managed to keen out, "It feels so good!" "You're my little slut, baby," I said hotly into her ear while I kneaded her breasts and rubbed her nipples. "You're all mine, both of you. Your Mom is going to make you cum, and when you cum, that will make her cum because a Mom is very pleased when she makes her child happy." "God, I wanna cum," Melissa cried as she pumped her hips hard against her mother's strong fingers. "Put your arms around her, Melissa. Hold onto her and she'll make you cum." Melissa frantically wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders, and Amanda used her free hand to grab the girl's ass to hold her there. I stepped back to watch. "Come on, my darling daughter, you can cum for Mommy, can't you? Oh baby, I want to please you so much," she cooed into Melissa's ear. Melissa was lost in her world of pleasure. In a parkade, half-dressed, her mother fingerfucking her tight cunt. This was so much better than the two of them fighting about birth control and the morals of teen sex. The girl's cries became louder, and she gripped her mother tighter before she screamed in release, her whole body shaking violently, setting off Amanda's orgasm. They both screamed and mauled each other until they fell against the car, their bodies spasming in glorious orgasm. I gave them a few minutes to recover. They caught their breath and gently petted each other's bodies. Amanda slid the tight slacks off Melissa's slim hips. The girl kicked off her black platform heels. The woman peeled down the sopping black cotton panties, revealing a still blood-engorged, lightly blonde furred, pussy. I stepped up behind Amanda and undid her bra, which Melissa slid off her breasts, making sure to grope them appropriately. I asked Amanda to kick off her shoes. I couldn't bear to see her take of the garter belt and hose though. They framed her ass so perfectly. All of the abandoned garments went in the trunk, which I closed with a thunk. I walked around to the passenger door and opened it. Inside was black leather upholstery. I asked Melissa to slide in and sit in the middle, with Amanda next to her by the door. I closed it carefully and walked around the front of the big luxury car. Before I got to my door, it popped open slightly. "Why, thank you, Melissa. You've passed the courtesy test. Not a lot of women do," I said while getting behind the wheel. I looked over at the two naked women. They were exquisite, each in their own way. "You're both very beautiful." They smiled and said thank you. I noticed the black car phone, and realised I should take care of some business before the girls and I continued our play. More to come... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |