Message-ID: <44004asstr$1061287807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819023711.66002.qmail@web10005.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dark Paladin MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:37:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter II (mf, mF, mc, preg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 06:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw The Feel Chapter II "Ok, Mom. I'll be home about 11 or so. Yeah. Ok. Bye." Steve hung up the phone. His father wasn't home yet, so he had a chance. If his father had been home, there wouldn't have been a chance. He thought about that for a moment. Why did he let his father boss him around? He had always been afraid of him, installed from when he was a child from frequent punishments for the slightest infractions. He thought about his newfound power for a moment as well. The basketball game would be the perfect place to test out this ability. He thought about Amanda, how she had orgasmed in front of him. He couldn't control peoples actions, at least not as far as he could tell. But if he could make people feel things- He looked at his watch. If he left now, he would catch the beginning of the game. He slipped on his coat and went to his car.
Steve was a little off. The game hadn't started yet by the time he got there. Many people seemed surprised to see him, since they knew he rarely went to after school events. He picked up a hot dog and Sprite, then went down to the bleachers. The cheerleaders for both sides were warming up the crowds. Steve looked at the line up for his school. Most of them were sexy, including the obvious Amanda and Michelle. Amanda waved at him as he sat down, and after a moment so did Michelle. He was certain that Amanda hadn't mentioned anything to Michelle, but she must be wondering what Amanda and Steve were doing together. Nicole was another one of the cheerleaders. She was shaped like Barbie in many ways, with blonde hair, large breasts and a tiny waist. She was heavily involved in gymnastics, which made her legs and ass a little bigger than the other girls, but she was still very sexy. She was also pretty short, standing at about 4'11" in height. He had known her for some time, and had even given her advice on men in the past. For some reason, most girls relied on Steve for advice on guys. He was a good listener, and most women trusted him. Or maybe it was because he didn't hit on them like the other guys. He mentally shrugged. He didn't quite have the Nice Guy Curse, but with his lack of dating, it was close to it. He looked about the crowd, noticing other people. He reached out with his mental hand, trying to get a response from different people. One girl about to put some popcorn in her mouth missed by a few inches as he changed where she felt her hand to be. A man started scratching his chest vigorously from the intense itch Steve "put" there. He randomly from person to person, making them feel certain things at will. He absently took a bite from his hotdog as he worked, trying to prove that he was just imagining things. By the time the game started, he knew that it was true- he had some power that really worked. He looked down at the ground, noticing the gum wrappers. He focused his attention on the wrapper, trying to push it with his mind. The wrapper didn't even move. He wasn't telekinetic; he couldn't control minds, but he could make people feel things. So he wasn't going to get his teachers to give him perfect grades, or others to give him money. He was so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed the opening toss. The game started terribly. One of the kids on the opposing team stood almost a foot taller than anybody else, dribbling around the room like crazy. Steve had to admit that he was good- but there was something about him that just didn't ring right. By the time the half rang, Steve's school was behind by 15 points. He went out for another drink, running into the cheerleaders in the process. "Hello, ladies," he said. The girls turned around, waving at him. "Hi, Steve," Amanda said. "Enjoying the game?" Steve shrugged. "I'd enjoy it more if we were winning. Any idea who that guy on the other team is?" Nicole made a face, her pretty blue eyes looking down. "Rashaun. He's an exchange student from Russia. I think he was a major basketball player over there or something. He was going to go to college, but because of some sort of transfering thing, he's got another year of school." Steve paid for all of the girls drinks. "Isn't that against the rules?" "Yeah, but you know how those kids at Mt. View are. Since their parents make most of the money, they pretty much get to do what they want." Tiffany, the only cheerleader that Steve didn't fantise about said. She was nice and all, just not Steve's type. "Are you going to Hoppers after the game?" Amanda asked. "A bunch of us are planning on going." For a moment Steve thought about saying about how he had to go home right after the game was over, then changed his mind. After all, what was the worst that could happen to him? Even if his father grounded him, it wasn't like he was going to be worse off. "Sure. I'll be there." Amanda smiled, while Michelle gave the two of them a look. He could almost swear he saw a small smile on her face. They parted company as the cheerleaders went back on to try and cheer their team onto victory. Steve had a different idea in mind.
The second half started much the same way. Rashaun dominated the court, making shots easily. Steve watched with interest, deciding that enough was enough. For the first time in his life, he was going to do something a little selfish. He waited until Rashaun took another shot. He jumped to his feet, his drama-trained voice projecting around the room. "Choke!" he yelled, and at the same time pushed with his new mental hands. He felt Rashaun's arm, his mental fingers pressing against it. While he knew that it had no effect on Rashaun's arm, that didn't mean that Rashaun didn't feel something. Rashaun's shot went wide, bounding off of the backboard. He looked around him to see who fouled him- but nobody was even close. The ball was rebounded by Steve's team, as they took it back for a score. Once again the Mt. View team had the ball, once again they passed it to Rashaun. The second that the ball started to leave his hands, Steve shouted "Choke!" again. He used his phantom appendage to make it feel like Rashaun's fingers were glued together. The ball slipped through his fingers, bouncing on the floor. A member of Steve's team grabbed the basketball, running back for another point. People stopped talking and started paying attention to the game again. They might be behind by almost 20 points, but now there was something new. The next time Steve yelled "Choke!", the cheerleaders and some of the fans joined in. Rashaun was becoming more and more frustrated as his shots kept missing, and Steve's team started climbing back up. By now the entire crowd was into it, yelling "Choke!" as Rashaun took a shot and missed each time. He started fouling more, and the sudden change in the tide fired up the losing basketball team. After the 20th time, Steve didn't even have to use his phantom appendage - Rashaun was so frustrated, he couldn't seem to make a shot to save his life. With the final minutes rolling down, Rashaun fouled out, and Steve's high school basketball team won the game by 5 points. The bleacher erupted in cheers as the basketball team ran around the court in victory. Steve felt a little odd - sure, he was just evening the cheating going on by Mt. View. But he felt guilty by cheating himself. And he also knew that nobody knew that he was the one that really gave him the win. He started on his way out to his car. "Steve!" He turned around. Nicole was there, her chest heaving that almost distracted him from her blue eyes. "Hey, good thinking on that 'choke' thing." "Yeah, like it did so much," he said. "Next time I can stand in a crowd and yell at people, let me know." He winked at her to show that he was kidding. "Well, we all thought it was cool. Still going to Hoppers? Some of us need a ride over." "Um, how many? My bug doesn't hold that many." "Well, Amanda, Michelle and I didn't want to get a ride with any of the basketball players. They always seem to think that we owe them something after they win a game." Amanda and Michelle were already aproaching behind her. "You tend to be a gentleman about these things." She grinned as she said this. Steve thought about that for a moment. Three sexy girls, alone with him, with his new found power... "How could I refuse?"
Hoppers was fun, more fun than Steve had in some time. He told jokes, ate some good food, and even danced a little to the jukebox. After a few hours, he started to drive the girls back home. "Thanks again for giving up a ride home," Michelle said when they were all in his car. "Really, it's no problem. Three beautiful women in one car, how could I possibly say no?" He fiddled with the radio, finding some good music. "Now, you'll have to excuse my car. The suspension sucks, so you may feel some odd vibrations." At the same time that he said this, Steve started reaching out with his mental fingers. He felt what seemed like different hands reach out towards the innocent girls, feeling their skirts. It took a bit of effort to control three hands and drive at the same time, but after a minute it felt natural. He moved down their bodies until he "felt" their legs, gently touching their soft flesh. The inside of the car was dark, but he could make out the sqirming motions of the girls next to and behind him. Amanda was to his right, with Michelle and Nicole behind him. His mentle fingers slipped underneath their skirts, softly stroking their cheerleader slits. Oh, good god, he thought to himself. Even if he wasn't really feeling it, it was such a turn on. He shifted a little in his seat, his penis stiffening uncomfortably down his leg. "So, do you girls have any plans to make it to any wrestling matches?" He made his mental tickling light, but his mental hands could feel everything that was going on. Amanda's pussy lips were starting to swell up, while Michelle seemed to be trying and avoid his fingers. Nicole, however, was getting into it. Her pussy was leaking fluids through his mental hands, the thick cunt syrup feeling odd as it passed through his phantom palm. Her hips swayed back and forth as he mentally stroked her. "We're, um, planning on it," Michelle said. Her slit had started to juice up, while she rotated her pelvis in circles. He watched in his rear view mirror as Nicole was carefully moving her hands to her lap. "Yes, we want to go to the one in about 2 weeks," Amanda told him. Her hips were gently swaying as one of his mental fingers inched its way up her vagina. She almost moaned aloud, biting her lip to keep her cry from being heard. Steve turned the corner as he kept up his phantom's hands movement. Each of the girls were breathing heavier. Nicole was using the dark to her advantage, rubbing her inner thighs, her hands busy underneath her short green skirt. He could feel her real fingers float through his illusionary ones, gently squeezing her hard thighs. Steve started up another "hand" for Michelle, pinching her nipples. Her mouth hung open in pleasure as she sat there, her hands running up and down her sides. "I'll be wrestling at that one," Steve said. "It will be good to see you there." He found his ability to control his hands came easier now. Just for fun, he decided to try and change the texture. Now instead of four hands, there were now six tongues, one for each pussy and each set of breasts. Nicole shuddered in orgasm as Steve pulled up to her house. He slowed down his ministrations to the other two girls, just enough to keep them stimulated. "Here we are, Nicole," Steve said. Nicole looked at him blankly a moment, her eyes still hazy from her orgasm. "Oh, thanks." She still looked a little fuzzy. She leaned forward, kissing Steve on the cheek. "Thanks for the ride home." She waved to her friends, walking away. Her walk was a little off, and the fact that Steve would "lick" her slit every few steps that she took. As he pulled away he gave her one more hard tongue lashing with his newfound telepathic powers, making her orgasm again at her door. He could feel her shuddering around the fake tongue, her vagina trembling in the most erotic way he could think of. The sensation faded as he drove off, the last thing he felt from her was her rock hard rubbery nipples touching the "tongues" at her breasts. As her drove towards Michelle's house, he started back on the girls again. Michelle gave up fighting, and lay back in her seat as Steve talked about things, slipping her fingers into her skirt and rubbing herself. Amanda was doing the same thing, both girls unable to see the other as they masturbated themselves to orgasm. Michelle's lovely asian eyes opened and closed in pleasure. He slipped his phamtom tongue up into her slit as she shuddered in pleasure. Amanda took her fingers from her skirt as Michelle did, looking at Steve with embarassed brown eyes. "I'll- um- see you Monday, Steve," Michelle said. As she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, Steve stimulated her cunt, making her gasp into his ear. For a second her tongue slipped into his ear as her ass pushed back against his invisible tongue. She left his car, trying discreetly to rub her needy crotch with anyone noticing. She shouldn't have worried. As Steve drove away, he focused his powers on Amanda next to him. "So," he asked her, "Why was it again that we never got together?" He moved his real hand onto her thigh, the sensation of her skin against his a hundredfold better than his false hand. Her legs parted to his fingers, the region beneath her skirt in shadow. "Maybe it's time that we did." She nodded at her house just up ahead. He stopped the car just past her house, outside of view. Amanda's eyes were opaque with lust. "I think if we're careful, I can sneak you inside." Steve turned out the lights, putting his hand on the back of Amanda's neck. He pulled her toward him, their lips parting as they met. While their tongues wrestled, his other hand snuck up her skirt. Her panties were soaked and slick as she dripped juices from her aroused slit. He rubbed at the junction of her legs, feeling her hips bounce up and down. Steve drew his lips along her cheek. "So should we go inside?" Amanda took several breaths, her hands squeezing his arms as he kept rubbing her slit. Her open lips pressed against his again, the taste of her tongue almost as erotic as his hand on her pussy. "Yessss," she moaned. Steve quickly got out of the car, practically running to the other side. The night had grown cold, and he almost slipped on the ice. Amanda giggled as he opened her door with a gallant air. "Here, wear my coat," he said, draping it over her shoulders. He pulled her into another kiss, leaving both of them breathless. "Oh, let's get inside. My legs are freezing," she said. She was shivering, the short skirt hardly covering her perfect legs. She took his hand, moving towards the house. "Just keep quiet - my parents are already in bed. I'll stop by there to say goodnight, and then we can go to my room." "Are you sure this is safe?" he asked. "Yeah." She glanced at him a moment. "I've, um, never done this before. Snuck a guy into my room. God, I've never even had a guy in my room period." The two of them entered the door together, Steve trying to be as quite as possible. Visions of an angry father with a shotgun filled his mind. But every time he looked at Amanda's swaying skirt, just barely covering her tight ass, he knew he couldn't refuse. She motioned for him to stay at the bottom of the stairs. Amanda quickly moved up the stairs and down a hall. She cracked open a door, sticking her head inside. "I'm home. I'm going to bed." Steve could hear some muffled speaking. "We won the game. Yeah, it was fun. Goodnight." She went back down the stairs, taking Steve's hand. "Follow me," she whispered in his ear. She lead him down another hallway. "My sister is away at college, so we're in the clear. My parents usually sleep all night." She opened the door to her room, closing it behind him. Amanda turned on a light by her bed. The room was definetally a girl's room, with stuffed animals on the bed, thick quilts, and posters on the wall of various rock groups. She turned back to Steve, looking at him nervously. Steve felt a little nervous himself. He knew that he wanted to have sex with her- hell, he wanted to have sex with her several times. But he had never done it before, and wasn't certain that he'd be competent. What if he made a mistake, or hurt her? These thoughts occupied him up until the moment she leaned in and kissed him. He reflexivly put his arms around her, drawing her into his embrace. His hands rubbed her back, massaging her muscles. At the same time, he extended his phantom appendage, drawing it down to her crotch. Amanda moaned into his mouth as he passed his mental finger up against the entrance to her sex, gently moving it up inside of her. She moved her body back and forth as he gently worked it up into her, stimulating her body. He felt her hymen, his "finger" moving past it without harming it. Amanda pressed her crotch into his, drawing her hands down until they found his pants. She felt the outline of his penis, her eyes snapping open as he moved his mental finger faster inside of her. His real hands reached to her breasts, pinching her erect nipples while the ran her fingers up and down his cock. "Oh, god, Steve," she murmured around his lips. Her tongue stroked against his in time with her small fingers on his penis. "I've never been so hot before." Steve slipped his hands underneath her cheerleader sweater, feeling her tits through her bra. They weren't large, but felt perfect. Her nipples burned into his palms. Amanda was humping the mental penis inside of her, her hips bouncing up and down. He moved his hands to her back, tracing the path her bra made. Steve found the clasp of her bra. He carefully moved the hooks out of the eyeholes. Her bare back was warm, her skin smooth. He pushed her bra up, her breasts within access to his fingers. Amanda was lost, her brown eyes smoky as he pulled away from her. He grasped her sweater, pulling it up over her head. He saw her breasts for the first time, the tiny brown nipples standing straight in the cool air. Amanda pulled at his shirt, in moments leaving the two of them naked from the waist up. This time when Steve kissed Amanda, her hard nipples poking into his chest, he was certain that things couldn't get any better than this. He moved his mouth down her neck and he manuevered her against the bed. She gently lay back, totally exposed to Steven's desires. Her crotch humped the air as Steve moved his invisible fingers from inside of her slit to the outside, feeling her panties on one side and her slick cunt on the other. Steve started licking and sucking on her small tits, relishing the feel of her hard nipples between his teeth. "Mmnn, Steve, oh-" Amanda moaned. He moved his hands along the inside of her thighs, gently pulling on her skirt. The entire skirt and panties combination slid down her smooth thighs, leaving her vagina open to the air. He ran his hands along it, feeling the almost hairless flesh against his real fingers. While his mental hands could feel, his real hands were far better. He gently rubbed her engorged clit, feeling her writhe in need. Steve carefully unzipped his jeans as he slid down her body, licking and sucking on her skin. He moved his mental hands up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He could smell her pussy juice as he found his way to her waiting cunt. Steve had never eaten out a girl before, but knew the mechanics. He started by licking her full nether lips, then moved his tongue around. Her juices were sweety, almost tangy with musk mixed in. He trilled his tongue against her clit, making her moan even louder. While she was lost in pleasure, he slid his pants and underwear off his body, making both teenagers completly naked. "Ah, Steve, oh, oh, god, ohgod, ohgod, Steve-" Steve suddenly stopped his oral attention, moving up her body. He paid homage to each breast again as his naked thighs pressed against hers. She suddenly realized that he was as naked as her as his long penis slid along the length of her sopping slit. "Steve, wait," she said as her hips kept beating against his cock. "I- oh, I'm still a virgin- God!" While her hips thrashed against the mental appendage inside of her, her insides even wetter than the outside, he started pressing his thick penis against the entrance to her body. "Oh, god, Steve, oh, no, yes, Steve- arg!" The head of his large penis forced its way through the elastic ring of her cunt. For the first time in his life, he felt a woman's pussy gripping the head of his penis. Amanda's body sent confused signals from her crotch, partially the pain of Steve's penis entering her, and the incredible pleasure from Steve's mental finger moving inside. Steve started moving his penis just within the inside of her body, gently letting her get used to the sensations. He was afraid he would orgasm any moment, and didn't want to ruin this. "Oh, Steve, ow, oh, wait, I- I don't have any protection-" Her brown eyes looked into his with lust, while her hips kept pushing against his. His penis slipped another inch into her body, making her gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Steve, please, stop," She brought her hands against his chest, trying to fight the sensations radiating from her crotch. Steve used his mental hands to stimulate her clit while he kissed her, silencing her protests. He felt her hymen bumping against the end of his penis, her tight walls clenched against him. "Ow, oh, Steve, wait, - ahh!" Steve mashed his lips against hers, silencing her cry of pain as her hymen split against the head of his penis. The bulbous head of Steve's penis forced her tight walls to the side as he kept working himself into her. Amanda's legs scissored around him as he worked his penis back and forth, moving another half inch at a time. She groaned as he suddenly pushed hard into her, their pubic bones grinding against each other. Their eyes met as Steve held still for a moment. His heart felt like a jackhammer in his chest, his crotch rotating within her liquid channel. Her mouth froze open in pleasure as he slowly pulled back his penis. Her back arched as he pushed back inside of her, forcing his crimson coated shaft deeper into her. Her nails pressed into his back as he worked his penis back and forth within her. He could feel his sperm laden balls trying to rise as he worked himself faster and faster inside of her. Amanda started to match him thrust for thrust, impaling herself on his cock. Her cries became high pitched as she grasped him, her whole body shuddering in pleasure. Her cunt spasmed around his penis, sucking like a wet warm mouth. Steve kept pumping his penis as she orgasmed, hardly holding his thin line of control over his body. Amanda tongued his ear, sucking on his earlobe. "Oh, yeah, you feel so good inside of me, so big, so good- don't stop, don't stop, don't, don't, ohohohoh yes!" His shaft kept plunging inside of her as his hands roamed her body. He squeezed her tiny breasts, rubbing her nipples. He fely her smooth belly, moving his hands down to her waist. He gripped her tight ass in his hands, pulling her close against him as his penis dominated her formerly virginal body. Amanda plunged her tongue down his throat, moaning as she sucked on his tongue like a little penis. "Steve, oh, Steve, mmnn, more, oh, fuck me, fuck me, oh, god, god, arrrrrggggghhhh!" She climaxed around his body, trying to draw the cum up his shaft. Steve could hold back no longer. Before he could even react, his orgasm began, shooting his cum deep into her body. Steve cried out with her, feeling his dick spasm, spitting up his fertile seed. Amanda's mouth was open in a wide O as she orgasmed, feeling his sperm race into her hungry womb. He felt her cunt walls clamp down on him, blocking his sperm as it raced along his dick. Her back arched into him, forcing the head of his penis against her babymaker. The pressure built for a moment, shooting out like a cannon into her womb. Steve thought that he was going to pass out for a moment as the cum left his body. The two of them crested from their high, gradually returning back to earth. They were breathing heavily, their hands wandering each other's bodies. They were drenched in sweat, Steve's hair feeling like he had come out of a shower. Amanda was still clutching at him as they crested from their orgasm. Steve's penis shrank inside of, dribbling sperm into her body. He kissed her, his penis still half hard in her teenage slit. "Oh, god," Amanda said. "I don't believe we just did it." She held him tight for a moment. "Are you ok?" Steve was concerned, but was still horney. Amanda nodded. "I was um, going to wait 'till prom, but that's ok." She wriggled her hips around his penis. "But I liked it." She lowered her eyes a moment, then lifted then as she felt his penis start to harden again inside of her. "I liked it a lot," she whispered as his growing cock filled her again. Her tunnel filled with liquid as she started pushing her hips at him, trying to stimulate her body with his penis. Steve started fucking her back, the edge taken off of him thanks to his own orgasm. The two of them pushed their genetals together, relishing in the feeling of their bodies. The orgasmed together again, their naked bodies wrapped around each other. After their second time, they cuddled for a few minutes before Steve had to go. They kissed several times at the front door of her home, her dressed in only a robe, Steve's hands- both mental and real- wandering over her body. He thought about fucking her again, but it was late enough as it was. "I'll see you Monday," he said as he left. A part of him wanted to yell out at the loss of his virginity, while another was worried about what his parents would say for being out too late. For once, he decided it didn't matter. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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