From: dungeon@dngnbbs.com (Dungeon Master)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY: "Mind Control..."
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 19:15:16 GMT
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Inspired by an original idea from Dungeon Master.



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 1



Quiet and empty.

     There are few rewards to working the midnight shift of a

dead end job but one of those few is finding quiet and empty

diners for a two a.m. meal.  It's rare when my privacy is

intruded upon and maybe I've been lucky but the few who have

intruded have always been interesting conversationalists.

     My watch blinked 2:58 a.m. at me.  The taste of strong

coffee and the sharp taste of my cigarette helped to waken me for

the boring drive home that awaited me when I noticed a customer

enter the diner, glance around and select a chair at the counter

two places down from me.  Whoever he was he seemed in pretty

rough shape; unshaven, haggard, obviously over-tired in his

rumpled but fairly expensive-looking overcoat.

     After he sat and ran a slow hand through his hair, this

stranger looked over in my direction and asked me a question.

     "Could I bum a smoke off you?"

     I opened my pack and shook one of the tobacco-filled

cylinders free for him which he freed with a pair of fingers.

Leaning close to inhale flame from my lighter through his

cigarette I could see his startling green eyes were rimmed with

red.  I had a feeling that this fellow hadn't slept in some time.

     The waitress came out from the kitchen where she had been

passing time talking with the cook, the name "Lisa" emblazoned in

red tape was pasted to her name badge.  Surreptitiously, I stole

a glance at her figure which was trim and well formed under her

waitress outfit as she took the order of our new intruder.  I

wondered, as I always do upon seeing an attractive woman, just

what kind of a lover she would be in bed.  She looked to be about

four years older than me, I'd say about 32 years old.  I stared

at her provocatively wiggling ass as she retreated to the kitchen

to bring the stranger the black coffee he had ordered.

     "Forget it," the stranger stage whispered to me as soon as

Lisa had disappeared behind the swinging door.  "She'll be in a

hurry to get home to see her daughter when she's done with her

shift."

     Right then Lisa stepped in to deliver the coffee before

vanishing again into the kitchen.

     "How in the world would you know?"  I asked, puzzlement

crawling all over my face.  "Do you know her?"

     "No, I don't know her . . . let's just say I read minds and

leave it at that, okay?"  He chuckled as he spoke but it was a

laugh devoid of humor, a sound with a sad, hollow ring to it and

when he finished he took his coffee and moved to a table in a

corner to sip his hot drink in silence.

     When Lisa brought me my check I quietly asked, "Do you know

that guy?"

     "Him?"  She indicated the only other occupant of the diner

with a nod of her head, her voice lowered to match my own

conspiratorial whisper.  "Nah, never seen him before.  Why?"

     "Do you have a daughter?"

     She smiled and seemed a little wary but answered, "Sure.

How do you know about Debbie?"

     "Oh, that guy said you had a kid and I told him 'No way,

she's too young to have a kid,' that's all," I explained with the

quickest, non-offensive lie I could conjure.  Lisa smiled and

asked if I wanted anything else, so I ordered another couple of

coffees, one for myself and one for the stranger.  While Lisa

moved off to fill the order, I slid into the booth opposite the

intriguing newcomer.

     "Okay," I said.  "How did you know about her daughter?"

     "I told you," he replied with a secretive smile.  "I read

minds.  I read hers and I read yours.  Do you want me to lower

myself to cheap carnival tricks to convince you?  Here, your name

is . . . David and you're . . . twenty eight years old, unmarried

and you think I'm a crock."

     "That is a good carnival trick but a trick is all it can be,

no one can read minds."

     "Oh, there's a lot more to it than reading minds.  Watch

Lisa there when she comes over with our coffee.  Ever see a

waitress orgasm while delivering coffee?"

     A look of intense concentration settled on my companion's

face and I looked over my shoulder to watch Lisa.  As she

approached our table she started to wobble a bit and she suddenly

looked flushed.  She shakily set our coffee cups down, spilling

the contents before quickly turning her back to us and wrapping

her arms around her waist.  I watched her as she bit her lower

lip, clamped her legs together and her body shivered as an almost

inaudible moan escaped her throat.  She took a moment to collect

herself before she unsteadily disappeared once again behind the

safety of the kitchen door.

     I realized that I had been holding my breath and gasped.

     "Holy shit!"  I turned to look at this human enigma and

found him to be nodding off, almost asleep.  "Hey!  Buddy!"  I

called in a voice just above a harsh murmur.  The stranger wiped

his eyes with the backs of his hands and yawned.

     "Takes a lot out of you," he said in a groggy voice.  "Man,

I've gotta get some sleep."  He arose from the table and asked

"Do you know where there's a hotel arou- . . . ?"  I saw him

start to crumple and quickly moved out to catch him before he

fell.  He was out on his feet and I had a decision to make.

     It seems my quiet and emptiness had been disturbed.





                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 2



     His eyes opened with a snap at 5:05 a.m. sharp.

     "Where the hell am I?"

     "My place.  It would have been a little awkward checking you

into a hotel with you unconscious."

     "How long have I been here?"

     "A little less than two hours."

     "I gotta go," he said as he pushed himself slowly up from my

couch.  "Thanks for the help."  I chuckled quietly to myself.  It

didn't look like he was going anywhere too soon.

     "Why are you laughing?"

     "What, have you got a deadline or something?"

     "No.  No.  Just keeping ahead of someone, that's all."

     "Look, no one's going to find you here.  You look wiped.

You look like you could use a rest . . . and besides . . . I want

to hear your story.  That was some show you put on with the

waitress."

     "But you're not quite sure you believe it yet, right?"

Without waiting for an answer he sat back on my couch.  "What the

hell.  I've been dying to tell someone, anyone, about what's

happened anyway.

     "You're not going to believe any of this but it'll do me

some good to lay it out.  You got any coffee?"



     We wound up holding steaming hot foam plastic coffee cup

from a street vender, cupping them in our hands for warmth,

sitting on a bench in the park as the sun came up.  He refused t

go back to the diner or to the apartment.  He wouldn't go back to

someplace he'd already been, especially if he'd demonstrated his

'ability' there.

     "Don't you want to get your car back?"  I asked.

     "Any car is 'my' car.  I can pick any lock," he looked at me

through slit eyes and the steam of his coffee.  "Funny."

     "What?"

     "I can't read you anymore," he replied and shifted his gaze

to the street just past the trees lining the edge of the park.

"I couldn't read you too well in the first place and now I can't

read you at all.  You're a natural."

     I tucked what he had said away for thought later.

     "You wanted someone to tell your story too?"  I prompted.

     "Yeah," he said with a sigh.  "Yeah, but it's crazy.  Let me

tell it and you just think of it as a nice piece of fiction.

     "My name is Kent.

     "I don't know if you know anything about the layout of the

brain.  It's a strange organ; Meat that Thinks.  All these little

sections that do separate tasks and are all linked together, kind

of like a computer network except it's all biological.  Any way,

one side of the brain controls one side of the body, one section

processes what you hear, another what you see, another makes your

heart beat, yadda, yadda, yadda.

     "A couple of these sections work together to make your

libido work, you know?  Yeah, well, there's this gland that dies

in just about everyone when they get old.  It's called the Pineal

Gland.  In the old days they used to call it the 'Third Eye' and

it turns out they knew what they were talking about.

     "It winds up that this same area is what gives some people

different talents.  Some people really do have 'flashes' where

they can foretell the future, read the backs of playing cards or

move things with their minds.  At the natural level I call it a

'Carnival Trick,' others call it ESP or Telekinesis, there are

lots of names for it.

     "If you have The Talent, you usually only get one or the

other.  I'm lucky," he snorted in derision.  "I've got both and

with me it works best on women."

     Kent's voice started to drift as if something else had his

attention.  I looked up at his face and saw that he was watching

something.  I turned to see what he was looking at and saw a

woman who lived in one of the apartments in my building.  She was

the new hot little blond nurse who had moved in three weeks ag

and who worked during the day down at the hospital.  She was

carrying a backpack over one shoulder and only a flash of white

collar showed of her uniform from beneath her long, black jacket.

     "Here, I'll show you."  Kent's features settled into a look

of concentration as he stared at the blond.  She slowed her brisk

pace as a dreamy look shaped her face and a small smile touched

her lips.

     "Her name is Karen.  I've found some of her most erotic

memories," Kent whispered, distracted.  "She's remembering them

now.  She's been a hell cat . . . sensual little vixen . . ."  I

wondered what he was seeing in her mind.

     "Now to brush the pleasure center of her brain," he murmured

and I saw Karen stop just inside the entrance to the park.  Her

smile grew and her eyes closed.

     "This is just mind stuff," continued Kent.  "Memories,

feelings, sights and sounds stored in her brain.  All you have to

do is hunt them down and replay them.  Uh, it's a telepathy of

sorts.  Now for the next step, it's time for a little

telekinesis.  I'm going to touch her with my mind."

     "What are you talking about?"  I didn't understand.

     "I'm going to actually touch her from a distance.  I can

feel her . . . touch her thighs gently . . . her skin is soft."

     "Wait a minute," I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

"You can feel her from here?  Like with your fingers?"

     "Yeah . . . it's just like having another hand . . . I'm

barely touching her between her legs . . . I'm brushing her

labial lips . . . they're slick . . ."

     I saw Karen drop her backpack to the ground and her hands

fluttered to her stomach to press against her coat.



     "I've got to get closer," he said slowly rising from the

bench, his coffee cup tumbling from his hand, spilling into the

grass.  With an unsteady gait, Kent began to walk forward toward

Karen.  I got up and followed.

     "I've found her clit . . . ah . . . yes . . . she's so wet.

Now . . . to find her deepest fantasy . . ."  He trailed off and

stopped moving for a moment.  Karen's hands began to slide up and

down her torso, her fingers pressing into her through the layers

of clothing and her mouth opened as if for a kiss.  I could see,

even from a distance, her pearly-white teeth and her delicate,

pink tongue that traveled around her lips, wetting them and her

hands slid up her body to hold her own breasts.

     "Got it . . . " Kent breathed hoarsely.  "Little slut . . .

she dreams of . . . of getting . . . getting fucked by three guy

. . . at once . . . filling her . . ."  He raised a trembling

hand to his brow.  "I can do that for her . . . I'll fill her

cunt first . . . "  I watched as Karen's hands moved from her

chest to between her legs.  She pulled her coat out of the way

then pulled up her white skirt to expose her white stockings and

panties which she covered with her hands.

     "Now . . . now a little something up her ass . . . I think."

     Karen's eyes fluttered open for a moment only and I watched

as her breathing became harsh.  I could hear her begin to groan,

a soft little sound like the mew of a kitten.

     "Here now . . . it's time . . . it's time for a taste of

cock . . . I've found a memory . . . it's strong, real strong.

Now to . . . to turn it on . . ."

     Karen's lips circled to form an "O" and I could see her

tongue working inside her mouth, sliding up and down, curled as

if around an invisible dick.  She dragged her hands up her body,

letting her skirt and coat fall back into place until her fingers

wrapped themselves around the covered hemispheres of her breasts

again.  Her body arched as her fingers clutched convulsively at

her breasts.  Slowly she sank to her knees before she collapsing

backwards in the middle of the walkway.

     "Now . . . the, the . . . the tough part . . . she's feeling

me . . . feeling me in every hole . . . and I've got her fantasy

rolling strong as life in her head . . . now to turn on . . .

that pleasure spot . . . again . . ."

     Karen's legs pumped her pelvis into the air, bumping and

grinding into an invisible trio of partners.  Strangled sounds

came gasping from her throat.

     "Uh, OH!  Oh Gaw . . . uh, oh Gaw!"  Words must have been

difficult for her to form around the unseen prick in her mouth.

     "Okay . . . got it," said Kent.  "Now to . . . rub that, rub

that . . . clit . . . a little more . . ."

     Karen thrashed on the ground, her blond hair whipped about

her head as her body spasmed and writhed.

     "Now . . . now to let her . . . let her cum."

     Karen bucked and froze, her body arched into the air as a

stifled cry escaped her.

     "Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, ohmygod ohmygod ohmyGOD ohmyGOD

ohMYGOD ohMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH

MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!"

And with that she collapsed in a motionless heap on the ground.

     "Jesus," I declared.

     "Well, that was interesting," Kent said as he moved away

from the woman he had just mentally raped.  "Is there another

diner near here?  I'm famished."



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 3



     Kent dug into his Western Omelet with gusto, drowned his

fries in catsup and shoveled them down his gullet as if there

were no tomorrow then washed it all down with three cups of

coffee mixed with generous amounts of cream and sugar.

     "All that effort takes a lot out of me," he said between

bites as he waved to the waitress and signalled for her to bring

him another plate and started in on his toast.

     "Were you born like this?  With this, this talent?"  I

asked.

     "Nope," Kent snorted and put down his toast.  "I mean I used

to be able to guess pretty well at what someone was thinking.

Hardly anything more than intuitive thinking, lucky guesses, that

sort of thing.  I could tell when people liked me and I had a

fair idea about when someone was lying but that was it.  I never

gave it any serious thought.

     "Then there was this study going on at my college campus a

few years back.  The girl I was going with loved doing Tarot Card

Readings and she dragged me along.  A couple of professors and

some suit-types were doing these tests to rank ESP strength and

Carol wanted to see if she had any real talent.  Anyway, while I

was sitting there, watching her answer all these questions and

Carol kept begging me to take the same tests, like if we both

were 'Espers' we could go into business or something.  I guess

she thought it would be deep for us to both have Psi talent.

     "The test they sat me down at first was this table that

looked like a white ping-pong table with a small wall instead of

a net.  On the other side of the table, hidden by the wall, some

egghead was turning cards over one at a time and then he would

ask me what pictures were on the cards.  Well, I couldn't tell

anything about the cards but when I looked at this guy with his

pinched face I could tell that he himself thought that all this

ESP stuff was a crock of shit but I could also kind of get a feel

coming from him about the cards he was holding.  There were four

different symbols on the cards; circle, square, triangle and

three wavy lines.  One symbol per card and I guessed at what HE

was seeing on the cards.

     "I got three out of five most of the time and even got four

out of five once!  That's way beyond what random chance allows

for and these guys began to take an interest in me.

     "Carol was so pissed," Kent smiled inwardly at the memory.

"See, she was completely average on each and every test and we

went there for her, you know.  Well, these egg-heads are all

forgetting that she exists and they start giving me other tests.

'Can you move this penny without touching it?'  'What color am I

thinking of?' and shit like that.

     "Anyway, even though I couldn't make anything move by

thinking at it, I scored well on the ESP stuff and they asked if

they could do an experiment on me.  It seems there were a bunch

of us from around the country that had these 'powers' and they

wanted to try different things on each of us, 'harmless things'

they said, to try and make us even better 'Espers.'"

     "Esspurz?"  I asked.

     "Ee-ess-pee-err's," explained Kent.  "People with ESP

powers.

     "Now, what they did," he continued.  "Was to give me these

shots that were supposed to increase the secretions made by my

pineal gland.  Every week I would report to this lady-doctor-

chick who made me roll up my sleeve and then she'd stick me with

a needle and give me my injection.

     "I kept going even though Carol at the time had totally

given up on her 'talents' and tried to laugh at me being stuck by

all these brainy types.  Pretty soon she stopped pestering me and

she started chasing after some football captain or something.  I

guess I really kept going because of the woman who was giving me

the shots.  I mean I was eighteen and she was maybe thirty but

behind her prim glasses and serious ponytail hair she was a

rather pretty woman.  Every time she was sticking me with that

damned needle I was thinking about sticking her with my cock.

     "One day after about two months of injections I noticed that

she was getting red as a beat while she was sitting across from

me asking her usual questions.  'Do you feel any different this

week?'  'Have you felt nauseous?'  'Any itching or dizziness?'

That kind of crap.  And all the while I'm mouthing the standard

answers without really thinking about them and my mind is making

this mental picture of her naked and me running my hands all over

her tits and belly and the image was so vivid in my mind that I

could actually almost feel it.

     "Now, she's turning red and getting all flushed but I didn't

connect that with what I was thinking about so I kept going.  In

my mind I ran my hands over her belly and thighs getting my

fingers entangled in her pubic hair and caressing her cunt.  I

suppose I was rubbing my fingers together subconsciously when

everything changed.  It was like someone flipping a switch on in

my head.  Suddenly I could feel her getting wet, I could feel it

on my fingers, I could taste it with my tongue.  I heard her

thoughts in my ears, like she was talking to me real low and she

was saying, 'Christ it's hot in here!'  But her mouth never

moved!  She had stopped talking and was breathing hard with her

eyes all glazed over."

     Kent stopped and sat up straight as the waitress brought him

his second omelet.  When she left, he started forking eggs into

his mouth and talking around the bites.

     "I could feel her nipples get hard and I imagined I was

pinching them.  I almost fell out of my chair when I saw her

nipples get thick and poke out.  I could see them sticking out

through her clothes, her bra, blouse and lab jacket!



     "Next I thought about what her cunt must look like and how

it would feel to slip a hand between her legs and slide a finger

into her twat and I tell you I could really feel it, just as if I

was doing it with my hands!  I could feel how wet she was, I

could feel a finger sink into her twat between her cunt-lips and

I could feel that little clit of hers get thick and poke out,

just like her nipples.  I thought what it would be like to pinch

and fondle it.  I thought what it would feel like to lick her

cunt and I found I could taste the sharp tang of her juice just

as if I had really licked her crack.  I just kept thinking about

licking her clit and marveling at the sharp taste in my mouth

when my lady doctor began to grunt and shake.

     "She was having an ORGASM!  I had mentally eaten her out

from across a table!

     "Well, when I saw that I was so shocked that I stopped.  I

just let her go and I saw her snap back to reality so fast you'd

have thought you could hear a door slam.  She stood up and left

and that was the end of that day's session.

     "I never did anything like that again at the lab because

suddenly they were more than interested in me.  They wanted to

poke and pry me and take samples and I could read in their minds

that I would become little more than a test subject for them for

the rest of their lives.  So I practiced on the outside.  I found

that I could listen in on what people were thinking and if I

concentrated real hard I could remember things from their past.

It was like reading a book from a distance with the covers

closed.  It was hard but I could do it.  I could put a suggestion



in someone's mind, kind of like giving someone a nudge but no

more than that.  I couldn't make people do things that they

wouldn't do anyway.  Especially men.  With women I had more luck.

     "It took some time but I was able to move things with my

mind too.  I hate to admit it but almost everything I did was

sexually motivated.  I caressed women's breasts from a distance

and watched them go nuts when there was no one around or slap the

nearest guy because they thought the nearest guy had reached out

and molested them.  I could snap their bras open or I would touch

their pussies under their clothes.

     "I started doing less well on purpose with the ESP tests

until I gave myself an average rating.  I thought I kept it up

for long enough but I must not have.  I quit going one day and

got only a couple of phone calls asking me to come back but I

didn't need the tiny amount of money that they paid, a couple of

bucks an hour, so I told the voice on the phone 'Thanks but no

thanks.'

     "Anyway . . . that's when I noticed that people were

following me."

     Kent stopped talking, wolfed down the last bit of his second

omelet and took out a wad of rolled bills to pay for breakfast.

We made our way outside where Kent told me he wanted to head for

the nearest bus stop or train platform.  I led him for the train

depot.  It would take about ten minutes to walk to.

     "Like I was saying, I saw people following me no matter

where I went.  At first I thought I was imagining things but I

got close enough once to reach into his mind.  He was keeping an

eye on me . . . and it was fuzzy but I was pretty sure that he

was a government agent.

     "That scared the hell out of me," Kent said as we walked

along the street.  He kept glancing furtively over his shoulder

as he went, his breath hot from the coffee made steaming trails

when he spoke.

     "That's when I cut out.  I've been running for a couple of

years now.  They've made me so miserable that I wish I could get

rid of this 'talent' altogether!"

     I stopped and stared at him.

     "You're kidding!"  I nearly shouted then hastily lowered my

voice to continue.  "You've got the greatest mental talent ever

known!  I would KILL to have a power like that!"

     Kent snorted and looked at me from beneath his knitted brows

with some hard emotion evident in his eyes.

     "Just for such a stupid remark," he said.  "I SHOULD give

you the ability.  It would be easy.  You've got the natural

talent.  I felt you grow 'walls' around your mind.  I can't read

you anymore.  Why should I be the only one that's hunted like a

dog?"

     Kent grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my head.  I

felt something crawling around inside my skull and realized that

he was DOING something to me.  It felt like an army of ants

marching over my brain.  For a moment I felt a flaring bright

pain exploding behind my eyes and then nothing, the pain was

gone.

     Our minds were connected and I could hear every thought in

Kent's brain.  Quickly I moved through his memories and found all

his ESP related experiences.  I . . . drained them, somehow

sucked them from his mind into my own.  When I had pulled all the

knowledge from his head I searched what I had just learned and

found what I wanted.

     There it was, between both hemispheres of his brain.  A

small gland.  It was in the back . . . posterior as his memories

labeled it.  It was tiny, like a small pea.  I imagined pinching

it between two fingers . . .

     I found that our stances had switched, I was gripping his

slack shoulders and staring into his head, so I let him go.  Kent

stared at me blankly for a moment before he turned and walked

away with a stiff, mechanical gait.  I relaxed and slumped

against the wall . . . it had taken a lot out of me.

     It took all the strength I had left to shuffle back to my

apartment and plunge fully clothed into bed.  I slept almost

immediately.



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 4



     Once again the diner was quiet and empty save for my self,

the cook and Lisa, the attractive 32 year old waitress with a

daughter named Debbie.  I had been practicing "lifting" memories

and sifting through a person's brain for useful information all

day at work.  I think I was getting the hang of it fairly

quickly.

     I was waiting for someone.

     The someone came in about twenty minutes after I had

arrived.  I sat and sipped my coffee and reached into his mind as

quietly and as stealthily as I could.  Yes, he was a government

agent.  He had seen Kent and me the other night and he was going

to tail me to find Kent again.

     It took a little fixing.  A gentle push here, a nudge there

and Agent Beaumont conveniently forgot about my existence and

suddenly suffered the impulse to leave the building and continue

his search for Kent elsewhere.  Beaumont got up and quickly left

the building without so much as ordering a meal.

     I studied the cup of coffee between my hands and waited for

a few minutes before daring to try my experiment.

     'What the hell,' I thought to myself and I reached out and

gently convinced the cook (whose name I instantly learned was

Alex) that he was dog-tired and he would just go sit in the back

and take a nice nap.  Another nudge and Lisa put down the

magazine she was reading and looked as if she were deep in

thought.  A dreamy look touched her face and she crossed to the

front door which she locked.  With a careless flip of her wrist,

Lisa turn off the roadside sign and most of the lights in the

diner except for the lights near me.

     She crossed my way through the dark, empty diner and the

sway of her hips grew with each step.  I watched as she

delicately placed the fingers of one hand over her heart, between

her voluptuous breasts as if making sure that her heart would not

break free from her chest.  The fingers of her other hand slowly

drew a line up the outside of her thigh to rest on her hip.

     By the time she stood next to me I knew that she was aflame

with a desire stronger than she had ever felt before.  With a

cautious touch, I wiped the inhibitions from her mind.  Her

natural caution was still in place and that would take a little

more effort to suppress so I waited and stoked her desire ever

higher without affecting anything else about her.  I could smell

her musky desire.  I heard her shift from foot to foot nervously

as her caution kept her from taking the next step that her

building lust demanded she take.  A tiny nudge was all that it

took to push her lust beyond the restraint of her natural

caution.

     Her hand reached out and touched my arm to gain my

attention.  I turned and looked at Lisa expectantly.

     "Excuse me," she said with a voice laden with uncertainty.

"Would you . . . would you please . . . "  She fiddled with the

top button of her waitress dress uniform.  "Would you please look

at my . . . breasts?"

     I felt myself grow hard with desire.

     "Titties," I said.

     "Would you please look at my titties?"  And this time she

smiled.  I nodded and Lisa unbuttoned the top of her dress,

opening it to reveal the twin swells of her exquisite breasts.

     "They're beautiful," I told her with great conviction.

     Lisa moved between me and the counter, gracefully lifting

one leg over my lap like a dancer to straddle my lap.

     "Would you please look at my pussy?"

     I smiled warmly and Lisa pushed herself up to sit on the

counter in front of me where she pulled up her dress showing her

lovely legs and the white cotton of her panties.  Slowly she drew

down the panties to expose her delightfully fleecy cunt.  With

the panties removed, Lisa rocked backwards and unfolded her legs

to bare her sex for my inspection.

     "Divine," I told her.  I could see her labial lips were

parted to disclose her glittering clitoris both of which sparkled

with the moistness of her excitement.

     "Touch me," she pleaded in a husky voice as she used her

hands to pull her labia open wide unveiling her inner secrets.

Her vaginal hole exhibited as wet a shine as her drenched lips

and clit.

     I timed the first burst of pleasure to her mind to coincide

with the moment that I touched her tender orifice with my finger.

I heard her gasp with exhilaration.  I slowly pushed my finger

into her gaping, slippery hole and marveled at her wetness and

relished the near painful swelling of my stiffening cock, trapped

inside my pants.  I took my time exploring her vaginal cavity,

pushing and probing, coating my blunt finger with her juices,

feeling her tender flesh.

     The whole of her attention was centered upon my probing

digit as it moved in and out of her wanton slit.  She stared,

enthralled as I invaded her most sacrosanct flesh.  I moved my

thumb to rub against her sensitive, swollen clitoris as my finger

continued to explore her inner cavity.  I placed another burst of

pleasure directly into her brain which brought her to the brink



of orgasm.  Her breathing grew harsh and ragged as tiny beads of

sweat beaded on her upper lip.  I placed one more suggestion in

her mind.

     "Fuck me," Lisa implored.  "Please, please fuck me!"

     "Say 'Fuck my hole,'" I commanded.

     "Fuck my hole," she exhaled.

     "Say 'Fuck my slutty hole.'"

     "Fuck my SLUTTY hole!"

     I smiled, enjoying watching her plead as her body quivered,

wanting release from the unbearable sexual tension.

     "Beg for it.  Beg for me to fuck your twat."

     "Oh, PLEASE fuck my twat!  Please, PLEASE fuck my SLUTTY

TWAT!  I NEED you IN me!  I want you in my HUNGRY HOLE!"

     I smiled wider.  It was more fun than I had imagined.

     "That's good.  That's very good.  Now, tell me you're a

whore."

     She groaned with wanting, the guttural sound an appeal in

itself.  She would do or say anything now to quench the fire

burning between her legs and in her breasts.  Her tits quivered

as she pleaded and pulled her legs apart with her hands.

     "I'm a WHORE!  I'm YOUR slutty, fucking WHORE!  Please,

please, PLEASE fuck your SLUTTY, GODDAMNED WHORE-BITCH!"

     I leaned into her and pushed the crotch of my pants into her

furry pelt.  Her hands flew to open my belt and unbutton my

trousers.  Quickly she pushed my shorts down just far enough to

free my iron-hard cock which she guided with trembling fingers to

her hot and hungry hole.

     She was swimming with fluid, her vaginal orifice overflowing

with love juice.  Slipping into her frictionless, satiny gash was

a blissful delight.  I hit her brain with a flood of pleasurable

feelings as I began to thrust into her with intense eagerness.  I

felt her cum, the muscles of her vagina rippling with immoral

pleasure around my hard, hot shaft.

     There on the counter where she had served hundreds of blue

plate specials she felt her body shudder with orgasm after orgasm

while I pummelled her with my cock, beating into her with a wild

fury.  I kept her orgasming with my mind until I felt my own body

stiffen and tremble as I shudderingly released an orgastic

torrent of sperm into her quivering love-nest.

     We stayed like that, enmeshed, intertwined with my cock

inside her gloriously hot flesh until I grew small and slipped

out of her.

     I kept all feelings of guilt out of her mind and suffused

her with a feeling of warmth and joy.  It wasn't hard, she was

feeling happier than she had ever felt before in her life as it

was.

     I tucked myself back into my pants and she slipped back into

her panties before we each took a cigarette from my pack and

smoked together in silence, touching each other shyly from time

to time, enjoying the quiet experience of each other's company.

     I wondered to myself just how I was going to like being a

rich and happy man.  Silly question, really.

     Kent had been afraid of his power and saw it as something to

hide from which is why he ran.  I had pointed the agent in his

direction but Kent didn't have to worry.  Even now the tiny gland

in his brain that gave him his special powers was calcifying -

turning to stone as it normally did in people which is (I

suppose) why so few have the Power.  They could scan him and

observe him until the sun exploded and they would never find

anything.  Kent's powers were truly gone.

     'Yes,' I thought to myself.  'Life is going to be pretty

interesting from now on.'  And I carefully began to stroke the

center in Lisa's brain that called up her most erotic fantasies.

It was going to be a long and pleasurable night.



                             The End

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Date:    Wed, 20 Mar 1996 07:24:28 E
From:    Charlie Hill
Subject: Women-A Definition

Woman---

She's an angel in truth, a demon in fiction.
A woman's the greatest of all contradiction.
She'll scream at a cockroach and faint at a mouse,
then tackle a husband as big as a house.
She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse.
She'll split his head open, and then be his nurse.
And when he is well and can get out of bed,
she'll pick up a teapot to throw at his head.

You fancy she's this, but you find that she's that;
for she plays like a kitten and fights like a cat.
In the evenings she will, in the mornings she won't
and you're always expecting that she does when she don't.

---author unknown


for

j. love c.

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Author  : Gnomon and his Empire of Dirt <16601>
Category: Gnomon King of Dirt <16>
Subject : Stabbing Westward
Written : 03/29/96.12:29am

...I am alone
locked in my memories
There's nowhere left...for me to hide
But I am not real
I've made all I am...with lies

Why does it seem
that everything's different
and why does it seem
that only you are real?

I don't believe
in anything sacred
So why do I feel
so damned alone?

I need someone to break the silence
need someone to break the silence
I need someone to break the silence
screaming in my head...
and in my soul...


Author  : Gnomon and his Empire of Dirt <16601>
Category: Gnomon King of Dirt <16>
Subject : filter
Written : 03/29/96.11:46am

I wished I woulda met you
But now it's a little late
What you coulda taught me
I could have saved some face

They think that your early ending
was all wrong
For the most part they're right
but look how they call got strong

That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot".


Author  : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : Voices...
Written : 03/29/96.11:30am

Have you ever just heard a voice?
 A voice made from the finest silk?
 A voice that sends chills down your spine?
 A voice that makes your heart beat faster?
 A voice that makes you cold and hot at one time?
 A voice that calls you near and then throws you away...
 Just to call again?
 A voice you could get lost in?
 A voice that could only be called Angelic?
 A voice that makes your skin crawl and your own voice shake?
 A voice that makes you sensitive to the touch and caress of it?
 A voice that makes your breath deep and heavy then fast and shallow?
 A voice that makes you see things?
 A voice that haunts your dreams and wakes you up shivering in the moonlight?
 A voice that is musical?
 A voice that penetrates your soul?
 A voice that calls to you, and tells you you are his?
 A voice that you would kill for?
 A voice that you would die for?

A voice I have died for,
  But never killed for..
I hear a voice,
  It's calling me..
It's singing to my soul,
  It's taking my Spirit..
A voice has killed me,
  A voice is killing me again..

That voice is yours and mine..
Intertwined for Eternity..

Nothing can save me or you..
For we are lost to each other..

A voice has killed us both,
And its going to do it again........................

Tell me...
Have YOU ever just heard a voice?
        I have......

Always and Forever,
           Cleopatra

Luv,
Kerry Ranney


Author  : Tuborg <16610>
Category: Tuborg teaches you a thing or two <51>
Subject : bexsex part 4
Written : 03/29/96.04:10pm


Beckman,

    Don't you love it when you go to have sex.
First, the female that you have chosen for your partner has the bodies
that you have dreamed about for as long as you could dream about that type
of stuff, and you two hit it off right away. You end up at her place, with
noone home but you two. the dogs are put outside and the lights shut off.
The tension has started and the questions is to who  will make the first
move of the night. Both of you being sober it is more difficult to take
chances feeling that you are going to open up too much and let too many
feelings that you shouldn't say in the first place out of your mouth.

    The first move is made, she turns her back to you and you bump
into her. She doesn't resist (AT ALL) with a gental push back towards you.
walking down the hall she turns around, still pressing your bodies against
each other. You slid your arms around her waist and tuck your fingers into
the back of her tight pants. She puts her hands on your chest and slides
them up and over your sholders. The two of you make ONE word of small talk
like "SO" and you start Kissing. the kissing gets so involved that your
hands start to move around each other's bodies. You move your hands to her
back and around the braw strap, she moves one of her hands to your top button.

The test starts, how long did it take you to undo her top?

/pause
bexsex Part 2


As the test has ended and you have passed, it didn't take you more than
three sucks on your belly to rip (litteraly) off her cloths. shredded on
the floor they act as a shield to protect you from the carpet burns that
you will still aquire as you try to slide your way into the bedroom (not
knowing who's it is) the motion of rocking back and forth ontop of her and
rolling over with her ontop of you. The sweat and darkness add to the
effect of not knowing who she really is. you make it into the bedroom and
onto the bed, asking in short bursts "who's bed room is this any way?" she
replys that is her parent's bedroom. as you sit upright, she grabs the back
of your neck and pulls you back down ontop of her. she roles over ontop of
you and handling your dick, sitting up right and tossing her head back
while you lay there in a still just thinking if her parents are comming
home soon. At the point that she screams you have lost all thought of the
parents and direct your attention to her titties dangling down in your
face, with sweat dripping from her nipples. You lick the sweat from her
heaving nipples as she pulls very firmlly on your penis, Up and Down, in a
motions that is tempting to a horse to shoot a rocket to the moon. she
then raises herself up on her ankles to insert you into herself while both
of you are in heat.

The test begins again, how long will it take?
/pause
bexsex Part 3

The movment starts, and he roles ontop again. the covers are but on the
floor and the sheets are pulled from two corners. He pushes in she grabs
for something to hold on too. He slids out, she is still felling for
something to hold while he is moving her. Their legs just laying there
like usless pieces of skin. his hands placed next to her waist holding her
and the bed, arms at length and head high in the air. Her legs are buckled
at the knee, trying to keep her feet in the same place without sliding.
her head flipping back and fourth still trying to grab for somthing as he
speeds the rythem. In and out faster and faster. Not yet she says in a
soft voice, Not yet. He slows ever so slightly, in and out, secreation of
natural lubrication is making its way to help the mostion. In and out,
breathing heavy and gasping for air, in and out, she grabs for him
touching him all over. In and out, touching him in places that only should
be used for sex, In and out, the night is young and she wants it to last
ALL NIGHT LONG. In and out, leaving himself in her they slow to a stop for
a gasp and a position change.

The test is still going, when he release his place in time and life?



/pause
bexsex Part 4

Now with the changed position you are both sitting up right, her legs
across yours and you helping her move up and down. in and out the thought
of music enters her mind to keep a beet to the music and time. In and out
the sweat builds more and more, harder to hold each other, the grips grow
tighter and tighter. In and out, the room grows hotter and hotter. In and out
she begins to moan, as he does to let the tention out, in and out, her
moaning has loudened to shouts for god and jesus, in and out, the time and
life has nothing to say in this instance, in and out, he starts to bight
his uper lip not to scream, in and out, he starts to growl, in and out,
her yelling has moved to, in and out, screaming with no holding back, in
and out, the mosition is faster than it has been, in and out, the heart
beats are aparent, in and out, he begins to scream, in and out, I am going
to cum, in and out, I am going to cum, she scream yes in and out, do it,
in and out I am going to cum, in and out, yes, in and out , yes, in and out,

and the time has come, there is a great glow in the room, he pulls out of
her, and rolls over on his back, as she curls up to him. the feeling of
what the hell am I doing with her. Her thoughts of unfreshness. She begins
to think, No comdom, no pills, no norplant, how far in me was he? Should I
tell him? they lay there for a time and begine to get dressed.

The car door slams closed. SHIT IT IS MY PARENT.. FUCK......you have to
get out of here. NOW...get out get out, OH MY GOD..... I am trying..
the sweat is as heave now as it was in mid heat. the worry is evident, at
the time it didn't matter about anything. What do dI do if they come in
their room and find it a mess.. what the fuck do I do? Go out the window..
it is two stories up. I don't care, get out.. as he jumps out the window.
she tosses his shirt and shoes out with him. pants half way up his legs.
Don't get cought.

The final test of life, meeting the parents after sex.

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                                                     ``::,,,,::''

Author  : Beck who wants to drive everything. <114223>
Category: Beckman: Driving it & U over a cliff <42>
Subject : I was Driving a hole in my pants reading this.
Written : 03/29/96.11:58am

Three whole fucking seconds.

Author  : Particle Man <9220>
Category: They're closing in! <95>
Subject : hey dude, dont call me dude
Written : 03/24/96.09:27pm

Here's my story, sad but true.
about a girl that i once knew
She Broke my heart, I because unglued
It all started when she called me dude.

Well today i leave the psycho ward
'Cause my sentance did conclude;
I had killed a man with my bare hands
Because he called me dude

The jury said that i was insane
Temporarily insane-brain strain.
But now the doctors say I'm A.O.K.
so i start my new life today.

This story starts some years ago
As I vacationed by the sea,
In the california sunshine
just me and my baby

I was in love feeling sky high
when a big blonde lifeguard walked by.
He looked at her, she looked at him-
I knew it was goodbye

He Took her by the hand, kicked sand in my face
She looked and laughed and said "Later dude!"
They were gone without a trace.
And the waves echoed her laughter
and her words....Yo Later Dude.

Later that night i was in such a bad mood
Sittin' in a bar drinkin' hard, getting stewed
Thinkin' 'bout that girl and how 'bout I'd been screwed
when some guy walks in, sits next to me and says
"Whats up dude!"

I heard the word dude and i became unglued.
Slowly i turned, step by step, inch by inch
and i put my hands around his neck, and i squeezed....
DON'T CALL ME DUDE!

So thats how I got where i am
But this ain't where it ends.
The doctors said they cured me
I said goodbye to my crazy friends.

I was smiling as i left that place
My life had been renewed.
The guard at the gate , he stamped my pass
and he said, "Yo later dude!"

Slowly i turned....

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