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		<description><![CDATA[Just about everyone from the whole junior college was there to watch us
fight. Susan had told all her so-called friends to come and watch her
teach me a lesson. I wasn&#8217;t worried about them interfering, though. They
only hung around with her because of her money. I mean, she was
beautiful, but what an arrogant, snotty bitch!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just about everyone from the whole junior college was there to watch us<br />
fight. Susan had told all her so-called friends to come and watch her<br />
teach me a lesson. I wasn&#8217;t worried about them interfering, though. They<br />
only hung around with her because of her money. I mean, she was<br />
beautiful, but what an arrogant, snotty bitch!</p>
<p>She had been on my case ever since I had transferred here three weeks<br />
previous. I guess I was no slouch in the looks department, and the<br />
attention I got from the boys pissed her off. She kept insulting me in<br />
front of everyone, really pushing it&#8230; Well, now I was going to push<br />
back.</p>
<p>We squared off in a small clearing in the woods behind the campus. We<br />
were both wearing our gym strip. We circled each other, the crowd<br />
cheering Susan on. She came at me, spinning on her heel to give me a<br />
drop kick.<span id="more-61"></span></p>
<p>What a laugh! I knew that she had been taking martial arts courses for a<br />
few months. Big deal. No one here knew me, but I come from a family of<br />
martial arts experts. Susan was in for a very unpleasant surprise!</p>
<p>I easily sidestepped her kick, grabbing her ankle as she went by and<br />
dumping her heavily on the ground, stunning her. I laughed, standing<br />
there. She scrambled up, angry. She lost her composure, charged. I<br />
stepped inside her swinging fists and jabbed my fingers into her gut.<br />
Her breath whooshed out of her as she doubled over. I jerked her head up<br />
by the hair and slapped her face, once, twice, three times&#8230;she was<br />
gasping, a stunned look in her eyes. I pushed her face with my palm,<br />
dumping her on her ass. She rolled weakly onto her side, curling up&#8230;</p>
<p>I knelt down and shoved her further over, face down, and then grabbed<br />
the bottom of her t-shirt. I pulled it up over her head and then right<br />
off. She was gasping, now, obviously panicking. I undid her bra and<br />
jerked it off, then used it to tie her hands together in front of her.</p>
<p>She pressed herself down against the grass, afraid of exposing her<br />
breasts. She begged me to stop. &#8220;I give, I give!&#8221;, she pleaded. &#8220;You<br />
win!&#8221; I just laughed.</p>
<p>I said, &#8220;Susan, I happen to know that you planned no mercy for me if you<br />
had won this fight!&#8221; I told one of my few supporters to go and get<br />
Susans&#8217; purse and open it. She did and pulled out two items, a long<br />
handled hairbrush and one of the biggest dildoes you can imagine! &#8220;I<br />
overheard you boasting to some of your fancy friends, bitch! I know what<br />
you planned to do to me! Well, I&#8217;m not going to let them down, but you<br />
are going to be the star attraction!&#8221;</p>
<p>She began to squirm and struggle, but she really had no chance. I jerked<br />
her runners off and then peeled away her socks. The crowd pressed<br />
forward as I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down<br />
her legs and off&#8230;</p>
<p>Just panties left now&#8230;</p>
<p>She was really wailing now, begging for mercy, for help&#8230;but no one<br />
even tried! Because, when you come right down to it, they didn&#8217;t want me<br />
to stop. They wanted to see this rich bitch brought down to size!</p>
<p>Then, to the delight of the crowd, I slowly peeled off her panties,<br />
revealing her bare ass. Down, down, and off! And Susan was now<br />
completely naked! She blushed redder than ever, her whole body shaking<br />
with humiliation! Her breathing was nervous and gasping&#8230;</p>
<p>I grabbed her hair and jerked her up on her hands and knees. I told her,<br />
&#8220;You see that stump over there? That&#8217;s about one hundred yards. Well,<br />
you&#8217;ve got 30 seconds to get over there, on your hands and knees. If you<br />
don&#8217;t, I&#8217;m going to give you what you really deserve &#8211; an over the knee,<br />
bare assed paddling! Now, git!&#8221;</p>
<p>With that, I blasted her ass with the back of the hair brush. She yelped<br />
in pain, then began hurrying toward the stump. You can&#8217;t travel fast<br />
that way, of course, and she was soon begging for mercy, blushing as the<br />
crowd laughed at her slow, embarassing progress, hopping along on her<br />
hands and knees. I walked alongside of her, smacking her ass with the<br />
hair brush, hurrying her along, while I counted out the seconds. She was<br />
shifting her butt all over the place, trying to avoid the spanks, but<br />
succeeded only in putting on a good show for the crowd &#8211; her buns<br />
bouncing, her tits swaying&#8230;</p>
<p>She went as fast as she could, but she just couldn&#8217;t do it. The 30th<br />
second counted off just a few feet short of the stump. I stood her up,<br />
then sat down on the stump while dragging her forward, over my lap. I<br />
laughed. &#8220;Little girl,&#8221; I sneered at her, &#8220;you&#8217;ve been bad, and now I&#8217;m<br />
gonna give your rump a real workout!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Now, listen up, Susan,&#8221; I lectured her. &#8220;You&#8217;re about to get the<br />
spanking you deserve, but it can be a long one, or a short one. You are<br />
going to get at least 40 whacks, understand? But I am not going to start<br />
counting those 40 until one of two things happens. Either I reach 40<br />
spanks once, and then start another 40&#8230;or else you spread your legs<br />
nice and wide and let everyone here look at your cunt!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No! No! No!&#8221; she begged, squirming, &#8220;Please, please don&#8217;t, please, I&#8217;ll<br />
do anything, anything-&#8221;</p>
<p>I just laughed. I took the hairbrush and began the spanking!</p>
<p>Splat! One! Whack! Two! Ca-rack! Three!</p>
<p>&#8220;Just think, Susan, you can still win a moral victory! Maybe you can<br />
hold out through all 80 strokes and not show anyone your pussy! Maybe<br />
you can show everyone how tough you are, that you can take this spanking<br />
without humiliating yourself! Think you can do that?&#8221;</p>
<p>Whack, whack, splack, crack!</p>
<p>Her ass jiggled, her body shook. She began to cry out. I knew it<br />
wouldn&#8217;t take much more&#8230;</p>
<p>Wh-ack! Ca-rack! Smma-ackkk!!!!</p>
<p>Ten strokes, that&#8217;s all it took. She screamed at me to stop, and quickly<br />
spread her legs wide open, exposing her naked slit for everyone to see!</p>
<p>The crowd went wild, humiliating Susan further, impressing her with how<br />
complete and public her come-uppance was. &#8220;Gee, Susan, only ten<br />
strokes!&#8221; I cooed at her. And now, the final 40!&#8221;</p>
<p>Ignoring her pleadings not to continue, I renewed the spanking with<br />
increased energy. I spanked hard and fast, punishing her poor ass<br />
unmercifully! She kicked her legs wildly in a vain attempt to avoid the<br />
blows, showing her cunt even more! After 20 more strokes she was bawling<br />
like a four year old. To entertain the crowd some more, I began angling<br />
my spanks, striking the inside of each ass cheek alternately, pulling<br />
each one away from the other, revealing tiny glimpses of Susans&#8217; asshole<br />
to the crowd, humiliating her even further.</p>
<p>I rolled her off my lap and stood up, watching Susan as she continued to<br />
jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I watched, grinning down at her all<br />
the while. As she came back to her senses, she regained some control of<br />
herself and stared up at me. A fresh burst of tears poured down her<br />
cheeks. &#8220;You bitch! You goddamn bitch! I hate you! I hate you!&#8221;</p>
<p>I stopped grinning. I raised the hairbrush again, patted it in my palm.<br />
&#8220;I guess you haven&#8217;t learned your lesson, yet, have you Susan?&#8221; Fear<br />
jumped back into her eyes now and she shrank back from me. &#8220;W-wait!<br />
Wait&#8230;I&#8230;I&#8217;m sorry, I-&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Susan, I&#8217;m going to give you another choice. You know how sore your ass<br />
is. You can either do what I say, or else I&#8217;m going to give you some<br />
more spanks. Two Hundred. Can you imagine two hundred more spanks?<br />
That&#8217;s enough to make your ass look like a rainbow. Or you can do<br />
something for me&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Wha-what?&#8221; she said, trembling&#8230;</p>
<p>I opened my purse and pulled out a pair of sciccors and a razor. &#8220;I<br />
think everyone here would enjoy watching you shave your cunt hairs off<br />
for us, don&#8217;t you think?&#8221;</p>
<p>Susan gasped. She pleaded with me, begged me not to make her do it. I<br />
just brandished the hairbrush and told her to turn over. With a fresh<br />
burst of tears, she gave in and took the sciccors. With everyone<br />
gathering around she sat gingerly on the grass, and spread her legs wide<br />
open, blushing. She began to snip her cunt hairs off close to the skin,<br />
softly crying and sniffling. The crowd gawked and made rude comments,<br />
making her suffer in shame.</p>
<p>I collected all her cuttings in a baggie and told her, &#8220;This makes for a<br />
nice trophy, don&#8217;t you think? Kind of like taking a scalp! Hah! Kind of<br />
symbolic, too, that you are doing this to yourself rather than face me<br />
some more. You are going to be hairless like a little girl. Yeah, a<br />
grown woman with a bald cunt! Just an overgrown baby, if you ask me!&#8221;</p>
<p>She finished the sciccor work and I handed her the razor. She had to be<br />
careful with it, slowly scraping her stubble away with short, delicate<br />
strokes. She had to pull her cunt lips open for everyone, to pull them<br />
away and get at the hairs there. At the end I made her get on her hands<br />
and knees and put her head down. I knelt behind her, parted her knees,<br />
lifted her ass up and finished shaving her crotch from the bottom of<br />
her cunt right up to her asshole. As the cool breeze tickled her anus, I<br />
sensed her mounting shame and helpless anger. I chuckled as I continued<br />
to taunt her. How she hated me! And how I enjoyed her humiliation!</p>
<p>As I finished, I gave her ass a good smack and then shoved her face<br />
down, flat on the grass. I untied her wrists and then retied them behind<br />
her back. I squatted down, my knees on either side of her, keeping her<br />
firmly under control.</p>
<p>Did she know what was coming? Probably. But she was so emotionally<br />
spent, so drained of energy. She could barely protest, barely continue<br />
to whimper and plead.</p>
<p>I took the sciccors&#8230;</p>
<p>She had such a gorgeous head of hair. She really did&#8230;</p>
<p>Snip! Snip! Snip!!!</p>
<p>She screamed, began to blubber and beg, pleading pathetically!</p>
<p>Snip! Snip! Snip, snip snip!!!</p>
<p>All she could move were her legs, which were kicking up and down<br />
furiously while she wailed her protest and the crowd leered and<br />
snickered! It was fantastic, the ultimate humiliation&#8230;</p>
<p>Or was it?</p>
<p>And fifteen minutes later, as I finished sliding the razor over her<br />
scalp, removing the remaining stubble, I asked her if she was ready to<br />
behave!</p>
<p>She was in shock. I untied her hands and watched as she kept sliding<br />
her palms over her naked scalp, tremling, astonished, incredulous at<br />
what had been done to her! I smiled. Once my rival, now my little pet.<br />
Such a sweet, sweet revenge&#8230;!</p>
<p>She lay in the grass, stroking her head, moaning, twisting,<br />
crying&#8230;then, to my satisfaction she began whimpering to me like a<br />
little baby! &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, I&#8217;m sorry,&#8221; she cried, over and over. &#8220;Please<br />
don&#8217;t hurt me any more&#8230; Please, please?&#8221;</p>
<p>I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. &#8220;That&#8217;s good, Susan. Just<br />
remember who&#8217;s the boss, that&#8217;s a good girl. We&#8217;re going to have a<br />
little more fun, now, but don&#8217;t worry, don&#8217;t think about anything. Just<br />
concentrate on what I do&#8230;to you&#8230;right now&#8230;&#8221; All the while I gently<br />
rubbed her aching ass cheeks, petting them in a&#8230;proprietary sort of<br />
way&#8230;</p>
<p>I rolled her over onto her back. Grabbing both of her ankles, I pushed<br />
her legs back and apart, exposing her cunt completely. I knelt between<br />
her legs, making sure she couldn&#8217;t possibly close them, all the while<br />
staring into her eyes. She was quietly, fearfully pleading with me to<br />
stop. But her tone was one of apology and pleading &#8211; she knew she had no<br />
chance!</p>
<p>I began by rubbing my middle finger up and down her cunt lips, gently<br />
parting them, stroking, pressing slightly forward. &#8220;Concentrate, baby,<br />
come on&#8230;concentrate on how my finger feels on your pussy. Come on,<br />
Susan, make love to my finger, come on, that&#8217;s it&#8230;&#8221; She was still<br />
sniffling. &#8220;Come on, be a good girl.&#8221; I cooed at her.</p>
<p>Her hips began to move. I held my finger still, and was delighted to<br />
observe her cunt lips push forward against it, almost starting to suck<br />
on it. I renewed my fingering, and was rewarded with a burst of cunt<br />
juice!</p>
<p>I began working her harder, sliding my finger up and down her lips,<br />
smearing her oils along them, making her start to moan. I gently slid my<br />
finger up her hole, then back out, then in. Out. In.</p>
<p>I figured she was wet enough now, so I slid another finger up her and<br />
began rotating them, forcing her cunt wider. She responded by<br />
humping back and forth against my hand. &#8220;Play with your tits, babe,&#8221; I<br />
ordered her. She reached up with one hand, began pinching her nipples. I<br />
smiled to the crowd. Susan seemed unaware of them, so mesmerized and&#8230;<br />
captivated&#8230;she seemed by my fingering!</p>
<p>She was really gushing now! I worked another finger in, then another!<br />
Four fingers! I really worked her now, fucking her mercilessly with my<br />
fingers. Susan was bouncing and humping, squealing and gasping&#8230;</p>
<p>And then I gently began rubbing her clit with my thumb. She went nuts!<br />
Her legs were trying to jerk together, but were unable to close, of<br />
course. She was going to come, any second now, real soon&#8230;</p>
<p>I stopped. She gasped in shock. &#8220;No! What?&#8230;what are you doing?! No,<br />
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me&#8230;ohhh, please, please&#8230;let me come!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You can come, Susan,&#8221; I told her. &#8220;Just work at it!&#8221; I then tucked my<br />
thumb against my palm and began sliding my whole hand up her hole!</p>
<p>Yes! My whole hand! She began to scream&#8230;screams of panic, of pleasure,<br />
of shock! But she was wet, and pliable, and well-worked&#8230;My hand firmly<br />
continued its&#8217; way up her cunt till her lips were uncontrollably and<br />
visibly sucking on my forearm!</p>
<p>I rotated my hand from side to side, amazed at the sight of cunt juices<br />
spurting out from her hole. She was out of her mind now, fucking back<br />
against my wrist, desperate to come.</p>
<p>I taunted her. &#8220;Come on, baby, come for me. Go for it. Fuck my arm,<br />
squirt, squirm, suck my fist! Come on, come on&#8230;come for me&#8230;in front<br />
of all these people&#8230;&#8221; Her face suddenly showed a new horror and<br />
embarrassment as she was reminded of the crowd. &#8220;Come for me, your<br />
enemy, come on her hand, for her, in front of the whole crowd, the whole<br />
school!&#8221;</p>
<p>That was it! She exploded in orgasm, her juices flowing all over my<br />
forearm, down onto her ass. She bucked and humped and twisted, wailing<br />
like a hundred wanton whores! Her bare feet pounded up and down on the<br />
grass on either side of me. What a show! The crowd cheered and laughed<br />
while Susan, rich, arrogant Susan, naked and hairless, squirmed on my<br />
arm like a fish on a hook.</p>
<p>I slowly withdrew my arm and stood up, watching Susan as she continued<br />
to jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I waited for her orgasms to<br />
subside. I cupped her chin in my hand. &#8220;Do you like my hand, Susan?&#8221; I<br />
asked her.</p>
<p>She was squeezing her thighs together, in a spasmodic twitching. She<br />
pressed her face against my hand and began licking it.</p>
<p>&#8220;Please,&#8221; she whispered, &#8220;Please, put it back in! Please, please&#8230;fuck<br />
me some more!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You know something, child,&#8221; I said to her, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to enjoy having<br />
you as my precious little servant from now on. My naked, hairless little<br />
slut! You are never going to have a man again for the rest of your life.<br />
All your satisfaction will depend on pleasing me, on making sure that I<br />
am willing to give you what you need&#8230;my hand!&#8221;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I&#8217;ve had a
fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were
always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school
in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for
anyone who cared to watch. I&#8217;d watch them, and enjoy their
little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn&#8217;t
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I&#8217;ve had a<br />
fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were<br />
always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school<br />
in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for<br />
anyone who cared to watch. I&#8217;d watch them, and enjoy their<br />
little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn&#8217;t<br />
really fantasize about them.</p>
<p>Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who<br />
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was<br />
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short<br />
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy<br />
in a girlish sort of way &#8211; maybe wearing a pink woolly<br />
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My<br />
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs&#8230; I<br />
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid<br />
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my<br />
school-boy cock.<span id="more-57"></span></p>
<p>One weekend, her brother&#8217;s parents were away, and he decided<br />
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of<br />
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to<br />
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat<br />
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,<br />
and I wasn&#8217;t about to try anything with her while my friends<br />
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm<br />
around her &#8211; She edged towards me, obviously not interested,<br />
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white<br />
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her<br />
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.<br />
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she<br />
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand<br />
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. &#8220;I&#8217;m<br />
tired..&#8221; she murmured into my ear. &#8220;Will you take me to<br />
bed?&#8221;.</p>
<p>We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and<br />
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled<br />
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,<br />
had drank far too much considering her age. &#8220;Can I help<br />
you?&#8221; I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the<br />
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow<br />
the went from the halter top round her neck. &#8220;There&#8217;s some<br />
clips on the back&#8221; Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the<br />
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open<br />
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and<br />
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently<br />
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little<br />
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,<br />
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I<br />
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to<br />
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing<br />
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her<br />
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt<br />
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her<br />
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf<br />
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt&#8217;s hem, then<br />
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were<br />
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming<br />
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my<br />
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her<br />
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting<br />
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and<br />
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little<br />
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt<br />
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I<br />
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,<br />
pressed body to body, closely together.</p>
<p>My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,<br />
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I<br />
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and<br />
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers<br />
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin<br />
closer as she slowly masturbated me.</p>
<p>The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming<br />
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands<br />
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began<br />
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up<br />
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.<br />
&#8220;Can I cum inside of you?&#8221; I asked, gently. By way of an<br />
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as<br />
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.</p>
<p>Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the<br />
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,<br />
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless<br />
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,<br />
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic<br />
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was<br />
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her<br />
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing<br />
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her<br />
body.</p>
<p>Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as<br />
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the<br />
skin between my scrotum and anus. &#8220;Juliette, my bottom,<br />
touch my bottom and help me cum&#8230;.&#8221;. The obedient girl<br />
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my<br />
rectum making me gasp. &#8220;Do it, please, do it now&#8221; she said,<br />
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its<br />
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and<br />
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around<br />
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my<br />
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from<br />
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. &#8220;Yes, Juliette,<br />
Yes&#8221; I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small<br />
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a<br />
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with<br />
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.<br />
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,<br />
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt<br />
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.<br />
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed<br />
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis<br />
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.</p>
<p>I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet<br />
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went<br />
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither<br />
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were<br />
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal<br />
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that<br />
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of<br />
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette<br />
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll<br />
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,<br />
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement<br />
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were<br />
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to<br />
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to<br />
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to<br />
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit<br />
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was<br />
&#8216;just a telephone message&#8217; looked down again.</p>
<p>It wasn&#8217;t until I returned home that I opened it. My parents<br />
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from<br />
my pocket, laying it on the bed.</p>
<p>&#8220;Dear Ian,</p>
<p>Last night was lovely for me&#8230; I love you so much, but know<br />
that you&#8217;re probably not interested in a girl like me<br />
because I&#8217;m too young. I don&#8217;t mind if you have lots of<br />
other girl-friends, but I&#8217;ll always do anything for you.<br />
I&#8217;ve been looking at William&#8217;s dirty magazines since I came<br />
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school<br />
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that<br />
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to<br />
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my<br />
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I<br />
didn&#8217;t like it, or if it hurt me, because you&#8217;re all that<br />
matters. Please call me, and even if I&#8217;m not as old, or as<br />
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that<br />
I&#8217;ll always say yes to you.</p>
<p>I love you.</p>
<p>Juliette.&#8221;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[     I strolled into the gym, dressed in shorts and a ragged old
T-shirt.  People were drifting in, gathering for the fitness
class scheduled to begin in a few minutes.  The norms scattered
around the floor stretching and loosening up were fit and
healthy-looking; I&#8217;d selected an advanced class for my day&#8217;s
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>     I strolled into the gym, dressed in shorts and a ragged old<br />
T-shirt.  People were drifting in, gathering for the fitness<br />
class scheduled to begin in a few minutes.  The norms scattered<br />
around the floor stretching and loosening up were fit and<br />
healthy-looking; I&#8217;d selected an advanced class for my day&#8217;s<br />
recreation.   The women, who outnumbered the men by a<br />
considerable margin, were generally dressed in body-hugging<br />
clothing.  Spandex was common among the men, too; they mostly<br />
seemed to be of that irritating Serious Exerciser type, anxious<br />
that their clothing should state, &#8220;Hey, I do this all the time.&#8221;<span id="more-20"></span><br />
     &#8220;Norms?&#8221;  Normals, you know; people who *can&#8217;t* impose their<br />
will on other people, the way that I can.  Call it projective<br />
telepathy, call it what you will.  How&#8217;d I get to be this way?<br />
That&#8217;s not a subject I care to discuss, for reasons I&#8217;m also not<br />
interested in pursuing.  Don&#8217;t worry, though: should we ever<br />
meet, Gentle Reader, you&#8217;ll be far too busy hastening to obey my<br />
every command to worry about the origin of my power.  Some might<br />
say that I don&#8217;t put my powers to constructive use; they might<br />
even go so far as to accuse me of being rather petty and<br />
vindictive, even cruel at times.  I recall a young man who said<br />
something along those lines to me, right to my face.  Poor<br />
fellow; I may have been a bit hard on him, I must admit.  I&#8217;ll<br />
not go into the sordid details here.  Hey, he&#8217;s *alive*, all<br />
right?<br />
     I sauntered around the edge of the gym, casually checking<br />
out the female population.  Choosing the advanced workout had<br />
been wise, I could see immediately; these women were uniformly<br />
taut and lean, right up my alley.  They invested a lot of time in<br />
their bodies, clearly, and were interested in showing off their<br />
well-muscled forms, chiselled out through rigorous diet and<br />
exercise.<br />
     One young lass in particular caught my eye as she bent over<br />
and stretched, and I headed towards her.  Before I reached her,<br />
however, a couple of macho-male jock types crossed my path,<br />
talking loudly and not watching where they were going.  The one<br />
in front collided with me quite solidly, his shoulder meeting<br />
mine and knocking me off balance for a moment.<br />
     &#8220;Hey, sorry, guy,&#8221; he boomed, slapping me on the back.  They<br />
moved past me.<br />
     &#8220;Hold on a moment,&#8221; I said.  &#8220;Come back here.&#8221;  They turned<br />
around obediently and stood in front of me.<br />
     I looked them over.  &#8220;I think you&#8217;re a couple of obnoxious<br />
jock assholes.  Don&#8217;t you agree?&#8221;  They nodded silently.  &#8220;Say<br />
it.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;We&#8217;re a couple of obnoxious jock assholes,&#8221; they chimed,<br />
creating a pleasant stereo effect.<br />
     &#8220;Again, please.&#8221;<br />
     They said it again.  &#8220;Well,&#8221; I said, &#8220;we&#8217;ll just have to<br />
. . . Oh, hang on.&#8221;  A few people nearby were beginning to take<br />
notice of this little scene unfolding before them; it was time to<br />
take care of that.  *You will notice nothing unusual about<br />
anything that may occur in this gym*, I wide-projected to<br />
everyone in the place.  I then slapped up a couple of repeating<br />
fields over the only two doors, projecting that same command over<br />
and over; anyone who entered would receive instructions to see<br />
nothing peculiar.  People returned to their chatting and warming<br />
up, the behaviour of my two &#8220;friends&#8221; forgotten.<br />
     &#8220;Well,&#8221; I resumed, &#8220;we&#8217;ll just have to do something about<br />
that, won&#8217;t we?  For the next four months, I want you to do no<br />
exercise at all, OK?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;All right.&#8221;  &#8220;Sure.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;And twice a day you&#8217;ll be overwhelmed with a craving for<br />
chocolate bars, ice cream, potato chips, that sort of thing.  See<br />
if you can gain fifty or sixty pounds for me, will you?  And lose<br />
all that nasty muscle tone.  Do you guys have girlfriends?&#8221;  They<br />
both nodded.  &#8220;Do you have sex with them often?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Every couple days.&#8221;  &#8220;Twice a week, maybe.&#8221;<br />
     I smiled.  &#8220;You&#8217;ll be impotent with them for the next four<br />
months.  No, make it six months, and make it with everyone, not<br />
just them.  Now, what&#8217;s the most expensive item you own?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;My stereo system.&#8221;  &#8220;My computer.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you go home right now and smash those up for me?<br />
After you&#8217;ve made sure the things are destroyed, you&#8217;ll have no<br />
idea why you did it, all right?  Forget about me, except that you<br />
will of course keep following my orders.  Go.&#8221;<br />
     They wandered off, wearing that amusingly puzzled look norms<br />
tend to get when can sense that they&#8217;re about to do something<br />
tremendously foolish, but have no idea why, and even less idea<br />
what to do about it.  I laughed aloud.  You norms bring me no end<br />
of amusement, you really do.  Such a vast pool of things to play<br />
with, and all of them without the most elementary of mental<br />
defences.<br />
     My petty revenge having been exacted &#8211; yes, I admit it, but<br />
I don&#8217;t let anyone else say such things &#8211; I continued towards the<br />
girl.  She wore pink leggings, with a black leotard.  The leotard<br />
plunged into a thong in back, emphasizing her firm ass underneath<br />
the clingy pink material.  Her breasts were rather large; the bra<br />
that held them up was clearly visible in outline under the<br />
leotard&#8217;s fabric.<br />
     I strolled up and placed a hand on her butt.  She turned her<br />
head to look casually over her shoulder at me, not finding this<br />
unusual, of course; her gaze was just mildly curious.<br />
     &#8220;You don&#8217;t mind,&#8221; I said.  Not a question.<br />
     &#8220;No, of course not.&#8221;  She returned to her conversation with<br />
two of her friends, neither of whom remarked upon my presence.<br />
     I ran both hands over that tight ass, then down her long,<br />
muscular legs, enjoying the feel of her body.<br />
     &#8220;This is getting you turned on,&#8221; I informed her.  I ran my<br />
hands back up one leg, then brushed lightly over her cunt with my<br />
fingertips.  She gasped.  I continued upwards, over her flat<br />
stomach, to her breasts.  Her nipples were large and hard,<br />
perceptible even through two layers of material.  She moaned<br />
slightly as my hands moved over her.<br />
     I moved behind her and hugged her to me, moving one hand<br />
over her tummy and the other over her tits.  I could feel the<br />
flesh of her ass pressing against my erection as I buried my face<br />
in her long blond hair, pleased by the scent of it.  I rubbed my<br />
hard-on against her, and she moved her hips against me in<br />
response.  She had dropped out of the conversation by this point,<br />
her level of excitement having rendered it difficult for her to<br />
speak.<br />
     A female voice rang out from the opposite side of the gym.<br />
&#8220;Just about a minute &#8217;til we get started, everybody!  Just let me<br />
get the music set up . . .&#8221;  The aerobics instructor had<br />
obviously arrived while I had been distracted.  I caught a<br />
glimpse of her through the crowd.  Holy smokes!  Definitely<br />
worthy of closer investigation.<br />
     But before I moved on, this lovely thing I was touching had<br />
earned a bit of a reward.  &#8220;You&#8217;re about to have an orgasm,&#8221; I<br />
whispered in her ear.  &#8220;3, 2, 1 . . . Now.&#8221;  I felt her spasm<br />
against me, and she let out a low cry.  &#8220;Again, 3, 2, 1 . . .<br />
Now.  And again, 3, 2, 1 . . . Now.  Have a nice day.&#8221;  I left<br />
her there, her face contorted with pleasure as the multiple<br />
climaxes peaked and died away.  See?  I have my moments of<br />
generosity, spreading a little joy in this dark and sad world.<br />
Well, I&#8217;m *told* it&#8217;s dark and sad, anyway; I hadn&#8217;t really<br />
noticed, myself.<br />
     The instructor was a truly spectacular specimen, I found<br />
when I approached.  She wore an all white outfit, leotard over<br />
leggings; her body definitely did not need the concealing effect<br />
of darker colours.  Her breasts were of a medium size, not large,<br />
but wonderfully well-shaped and very firm.  Her arms were slender<br />
yet toned.  The flat panels of her stomach were outlined by the<br />
leotard, as were the strong muscles of her long legs.  Even her<br />
ass was well-muscled.<br />
     She had a very pretty face, I noticed at last, and was<br />
flashing a beautiful smile at some of the regulars as she cued up<br />
her workout tape.  Her hair was long and shiny black, tied back<br />
in a cute ponytail.  There was not an ounce of excess flesh<br />
anywhere to be seen; her small, compact body was taut as a drum<br />
all over.<br />
     &#8220;Wow,&#8221; I said.  The word just slipped out, I was so taken<br />
with her.  She turned briefly and looked at me, then returned to<br />
what she was doing.  Under other circumstances, she might have<br />
thought it unusual to see a guy standing up close to her, an<br />
obvious erection poking at the front of his shorts, staring at<br />
her body and practically drooling.<br />
     She brushed past me and jogged lightly to the centre of the<br />
floor.  God, she moved like a cat!  No, like a tiger, long<br />
muscles flowing under the skin.  This, I thought, promises to be<br />
fun!<br />
     The class got started, the instructor leading them through<br />
some light stretching and other warm-up exercises.  It was a<br />
fair-sized crowd for the relatively small gymnasium, perhaps<br />
fifty or sixty in all, among whom I counted about ten men.  I<br />
didn&#8217;t bother joining in; I just stood near the edge of the gym<br />
and watched the woman in the centre.  I found that a few<br />
aerobicisers were impeding my view of her; I projected a command<br />
that a clear aisle was to be maintained for me at all times.<br />
     After a few minutes the main aerobic segment began, complex<br />
combinations of knee raises, leg lifts, stride jumps, and so on,<br />
moving back and forth across the gym.  As she led the class, the<br />
teacher would change positions from time to time, moving out of<br />
the centre to the front or the back.  Many of the exercisers got<br />
an extra workout while hustling to keep from moving between me<br />
and her.  Everyone was constantly checking &#8211; quite unaware that<br />
they were doing it &#8211; to make sure that my line of sight was<br />
clear.<br />
     There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and I was<br />
enjoying watching the leader as she ricocheted around the room<br />
with apparently limitless energy.  But perhaps I could enjoy this<br />
just a little bit more, I thought, if . . .<br />
     *Everyone make sure that you&#8217;re doing the same thing the<br />
instructor is doing at all times*, I wide-projected.  I turned my<br />
attention to the current object of my desire.  *That leotard is<br />
quite itchy*, I sent to her.  *Your breasts feel all<br />
uncomfortable, and they&#8217;re too confined in there.*<br />
     As she performed the movements of the routine, her hands<br />
started to dart up to brush her tits, futilely scratching an itch<br />
that would not go away until I willed it.  She also tugged at the<br />
straps of her outfit, trying to loosen it for comfort.  I was<br />
amused to see the movements echoed all around the room, men and<br />
women scratching their chests and pulling on their clothing.<br />
     *You&#8217;ll stop itching and feeling all bound up if you just<br />
push your top down a bit*, I projected.  *Go ahead.*<br />
     While still doing knee lifts, she reached up and eased the<br />
straps of her leotard off her shoulders, peeling it down to her<br />
waist.  She wore a simple white sports bra underneath.  Her smile<br />
grew wider with relief, and she threw herself into the next set<br />
of moves with great enthusiasm.<br />
     *The bra, too.  Throw it to the edge of the gym.*  She<br />
reached behind her and unfastened it, then threw it off to one<br />
side.  A hail of bras followed as the rest of the class imitated<br />
her.<br />
     The instructor&#8217;s breasts, now bouncing free, were topped by<br />
small but prominent nipples.  Looking around, I was greeted by<br />
the pleasant sight of a sea of bare-chested women.  The men were<br />
bare-chested as well; they were looking around too, not finding<br />
the situation unusual but certainly appreciating it.<br />
     *Why not get rid of the whole leotard?  Just toss it.*<br />
     She had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish this.<br />
Stepping quickly out of it, she threw the leotard &#8211; surprisingly<br />
small when not filled by a body &#8211; to the edge of the gym.  This<br />
left her clad only in her white leggings, which ran from her<br />
knees up to her waist, where they rode low on her hips.  Again, a<br />
flurry of clothing from the class soon joined hers.  The men shed<br />
their shorts or spandex tights, and continued to work out in<br />
their underwear; that they were finding this an unusually<br />
stimulating class was now quite obvious to anyone who cared to<br />
look.<br />
     I sat down, content to just sit back and take in the scenery<br />
for a while.  The class moved on to strength exercises, pushups<br />
and situps and other movements, all of which had interesting<br />
effects on the anatomies of the females.  Eventually they moved<br />
on to an exercise for the inner thigh: lying on their backs with<br />
legs straight up in the air, they lowered their legs out to the<br />
sides, then brought them back together again.  I stood up.<br />
     *Strip*, I told the instructor.  *Everything off.*<br />
     She stopped what she was doing, sat up and hastily removed<br />
her shoes and socks, then rolled the leggings down to her ankles<br />
and slid them off.  She wore nothing beneath them.<br />
     *Carry on with that exercise*, I told her.  I walked up to<br />
her through the rows of aerobicisers, all of whom were now naked.<br />
I ran my eyes down her body as she pumped her legs up and down in<br />
a fluid, constant motion, showing no signs of strain.  The view<br />
was impressive from where I stood near her legs, looking down at<br />
her.  It was a warm summer&#8217;s day, and a fine sheen of sweat<br />
coated her smooth, flawless skin.  To quote an old cliche: I love<br />
exercise &#8211; I could watch it all day.<br />
     &#8220;Hold it there,&#8221; I said aloud to her, when her legs were<br />
spread apart.  She froze, legs held in that position, idly gazing<br />
up at me.  An exceptionally flexible girl, I noted; her feet came<br />
down almost to the floor.<br />
     &#8220;What&#8217;s your name?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Liz,&#8221; she responded.  &#8220;Liz Brimley.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;You&#8217;re feeling pretty horny right now, aren&#8217;t you, Liz?&#8221;<br />
She nodded, swallowing.<br />
     I touched her legs, revelling in the sensation of sliding my<br />
hands over those muscles.  Her skin was soft, and lubricated with<br />
her own sweat.  I knelt and traced them all the way down to her<br />
pussy.  After stroking her clit briefly, I brushed through the<br />
dark pubic hair and on upwards; I could smell her arousal, now.<br />
I continued on up, across her stomach to her breasts, which were<br />
just as firm close up as they appeared from a distance.  As I<br />
leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet cunt through the<br />
fabric of my shorts.  Perhaps it was time to take part in this<br />
class myself . . .<br />
     &#8220;Um, excuse me?&#8221;  A nervous voice floated across the gym<br />
from near one of the doors.<br />
     I whirled and stood up, startled at this interruption.  The<br />
speaker, visible over a mob of people lying on their backs with<br />
their legs spread, was a short, balding man somewhere in his mid-<br />
forties.  He walked towards me.  I was temporarily speechless, an<br />
exceedingly rare condition for me.<br />
     &#8220;Ah, excuse me,&#8221; he repeated.  &#8220;I, um, was just wondering<br />
if . . .  Well, if this . . .&#8221;  He indicated the gym with a wave<br />
of his hand.  &#8220;If this is . . . I can&#8217;t seem to find anything<br />
unusual about it, but I feel sure that . . . Well, I mean, is<br />
this *proper*, do you think?  I mean, should you be . . .&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Shut up,&#8221; I told him, cutting off his ramblings.  &#8220;Who the<br />
*fuck* are you?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;I&#8217;m Bill Chesterton.  I&#8217;m the administrator of the athletic<br />
complex, here, and I was just passing by when I looked in and<br />
saw . . .&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Shut up.&#8221;  I was puzzled by friend Bill&#8217;s apparent<br />
resistance.  Probing him, I found a rather distracted, fuzzy<br />
mind, cluttered with vague, shifting thoughts.  His mind was so<br />
muddled that it felt . . . well, &#8220;slippery&#8221; is the nearest word I<br />
can find.  His absentmindedness was serving him as a sort of<br />
shield, I concluded; my orders were partially obscured in the<br />
general static, allowing him to perceive something as being out<br />
of the ordinary in the gym.<br />
     Well, that was all right.  I&#8217;d been worried there, for a<br />
moment, that I&#8217;d encountered a new breed of norm, somehow immune<br />
to my influence.  He had resisted &#8211; mainly by accident &#8211; a<br />
sustaining field, but surely he could not hold out against more<br />
direct orders?<br />
     &#8220;Bill, old buddy,&#8221; I said, putting an arm around his<br />
shoulders.  &#8220;See that young lady right there?&#8221;  I indicated a<br />
young Asian woman, lying of course with her legs spread apart.<br />
He nodded.  &#8220;I&#8217;d like you to lick her, right there between her<br />
legs.  Go ahead, Bill, lick her cunt.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;All right.&#8221;  He knelt down without hesitation and started<br />
in on the girl.<br />
     I watched him for a moment.  It occurred to me that I should<br />
have been more cautious in ensuring my privacy &#8211; a lesson for the<br />
future.  For now, I set up additional fields, surrounding the<br />
doors and extending out away from them in a wide semicircle,<br />
projecting a command:  *Go away, and don&#8217;t come back here before<br />
tomorrow.*<br />
     Bill continued to slurp away, rather noisily.  The girl&#8217;s<br />
forehead furrowed slightly from time to time; her brain was<br />
obviously beginning to have just a bit of difficulty with the<br />
assertion that having inept oral sex performed on her by a pudgy<br />
balding man was nothing that she ought to find unusual in an<br />
aerobics class.  These twinges were only intermittent, however,<br />
and the rest of the time she lay there contentedly, gazing<br />
incuriously around the room.<br />
     &#8220;Stand up, Bill,&#8221; I instructed.  He did so, and stood there<br />
looking at me.  &#8220;Wet your pants.&#8221;<br />
     A dark stain spread out from the crotch of his grey slacks.<br />
A small puddle formed on the floor as the warm liquid dripped<br />
down his leg.<br />
     Now, what to do with Bill?  Something unfortunate really<br />
ought to happen to someone who had given me such a start, but<br />
what?  Ah . . .<br />
     &#8220;You,&#8221; I said, pointing at the Asian woman.  &#8220;What&#8217;s your<br />
name?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Vicky Chan.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Find your stuff and get dressed, Vicky.&#8221;  As she moved to<br />
do so, I turned my attention back to Bill.  &#8220;Are you married,<br />
Bill?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Yes.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Happily?  Ever fool around, ever cheat?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;No, I would never do that.&#8221;<br />
     I smiled.  &#8220;Never say never, Billy.  By the way, you&#8217;ve made<br />
a bit of a mess on the floor, there.  Someone ought to clean that<br />
up, don&#8217;t you think?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Yes, of course.  The janitorial staff will . . .&#8221;<br />
     I cut him off.  &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you do it?  In fact, why don&#8217;t<br />
you lick it up for me, right now?&#8221;  He got down on his knees and<br />
started lapping away.<br />
     When Vicky returned, dressed simply in grey bicycle shorts<br />
and a black T-shirt, Bill was just getting back to his feet.<br />
     &#8220;Bill, meet Vicky, your new mistress.  The two of you are<br />
going to have an affair, starting today.  Once a week you&#8217;ll get<br />
together and have wild, passionate sex.  You&#8217;ll have to hide this<br />
from your wife, of course, and you&#8217;ll feel terribly guilty about<br />
cheating on her, but you won&#8217;t be able to help yourself, you&#8217;ll<br />
be so addicted to the sex.<br />
     &#8220;You&#8217;re going to spend outrageous amounts of money on Vicky,<br />
bringing her expensive presents every time you meet, jewellery,<br />
clothes, that sort of thing.  Ask her what she wants.  After<br />
about four months, oops!  Your wife is going to find out.  You&#8217;ll<br />
start to make mistakes, to make little slips that will eventually<br />
allow her to figure out what&#8217;s going on.  Do you understand?&#8221;<br />
     The two of them nodded.<br />
     I pulled Vicky aside and spoke to her separately.  &#8220;Have you<br />
got a boyfriend?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Yes.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Well, there&#8217;s no need for any of this to affect your<br />
relationship with him.  Don&#8217;t tell him about your sugar daddy<br />
over there.  And you&#8217;re going to enjoy fucking Bill, I promise.<br />
No matter what he does, you&#8217;ll get very turned on and have a<br />
terrific orgasm at the same time that he does, all right?&#8221;<br />
     I pulled Vicky over to Bill and slid her arm around his<br />
waist.  &#8220;OK you two, run along now, off to your first date.  Oh,<br />
and Bill, if this little incident doesn&#8217;t bankrupt you and break<br />
up your marriage, pick up a hooker somewhere and do it again.<br />
And again.  And don&#8217;t go around bothering telepaths, you<br />
miserable shit.&#8221;<br />
     I projected the standard command to them: don&#8217;t remember me,<br />
but keep obeying the orders.  The two walked away, Bill gazing<br />
adoringly &#8211; and lustfully &#8211; at the woman clinging to him.<br />
     I turned back to Liz, who lay still in the same position.<br />
&#8220;Stand up,&#8221; I ordered.  She climbed to her feet.<br />
     &#8220;Undress me.&#8221;<br />
     I held my arms up to allow her to pull off my T-shirt.  She<br />
then unlaced my shoes and removed them, tugged off my socks, and<br />
slid my shorts down to my ankles.  I hadn&#8217;t bothered with<br />
underwear; my erect penis bounced free as she pulled off the<br />
shorts.  All around us, like so many marionettes, the class<br />
engaged in an elaborate mime performance, undressing an invisible<br />
man.<br />
     &#8220;I&#8217;m pretty sexy, don&#8217;t you think?  In fact, I think that<br />
I&#8217;m about the most attractive man you&#8217;ve ever seen.  You&#8217;re<br />
unbelievably turned on just looking at me, aren&#8217;t you?&#8221;<br />
     Liz nodded, and looked me up and down, slowly.  Her eyes<br />
kept returning to my cock.  Her tongue frequently darted out to<br />
moisten her lips.  I rocked my hips back and forth a bit, causing<br />
my hard-on to swing from side to side; her eyes followed it.  One<br />
of her hands moved between her legs, and she began to stroke<br />
herself.<br />
     When I looked around the gym, I laughed aloud; the entire<br />
class was doing it!  I had a sudden image of her trying to lead<br />
the class members through the procedure:  &#8220;Now, this next<br />
exercise . . .&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;You&#8217;d like me to fuck you, wouldn&#8217;t you?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Yes,&#8221; she sighed.<br />
     &#8220;Tell me what you&#8217;d like me to do,&#8221; I ordered.<br />
     &#8220;I want you to fuck me.  I want you to touch me all over, to<br />
touch my tits, to lick me.  I want to touch your cock, to suck on<br />
it, to feel it in my hands.  I want to feel it inside me, your<br />
long, hard cock thrusting into me.  I want . . .&#8221;<br />
     I waved her to silence.  &#8220;Maybe later.&#8221;  For the moment, I<br />
had other plans.<br />
     &#8220;Go get me one of those mats,&#8221; I told Liz.  She jogged<br />
gracefully over to the corner where the mats were piled.  The<br />
entire group turned and ran with her in unison, and the corner<br />
became rather choked with bodies as the nearest people crowded<br />
into it with her.  As Liz came back bearing a mat, the class<br />
spread out again.<br />
     I put the mat on the floor and lay down on it, projecting<br />
commands to Liz.  I had her rub her breasts over me, running her<br />
nipples over my skin.  She held herself up as though she were<br />
doing a pushup on those strong arms, and started at my face, then<br />
moved backwards, brushing her breasts over my chest and stomach.<br />
As she went, she rubbed her wet, hot pussy against me, brushing<br />
my stomach, then sliding it down my leg.  She moved still lower,<br />
and I sighed with pleasure as she rubbed those perfectly formed<br />
tits, slick with sweat, over my already tremendously aroused<br />
cock.  Next, at my suggestion, she tickled my balls with her<br />
thatch of pubic hair, then rubbed her bush lightly against my<br />
cock, down at the base.<br />
     Now, norms under my influence tend to become very hesitant<br />
about doing things that I have not specifically ordered; this is<br />
why, for example, Liz hadn&#8217;t rushed forward and jumped me when I<br />
was telling her to be fascinated with my body.  This effect was<br />
operating again at the moment.  As she was teasing my cock,<br />
holding herself on her arms with her back arched up &#8211; I was<br />
enjoying the view &#8211; I could sense from Liz a very strong impulse<br />
that she was keeping suppressed.  She desperately wanted to just<br />
slide up a ways, spread her legs and pull me inside her, despite<br />
the risk of pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease.<br />
     I wasn&#8217;t about to allow her to give in to that particular<br />
impulse, however.  I hadn&#8217;t brought appropriate protection, and<br />
why would I want to run the risk of messing up a killer bod like<br />
hers with a pregnancy?  There&#8217;d be plenty of time later for other<br />
activities; I&#8217;d already decided that Liz would be coming home<br />
with me.  I have a touch of the collector&#8217;s bug in me, and she<br />
was certainly a prize worth adding to my collection.<br />
     &#8220;Give me a blow job,&#8221; I said.  The idea excited her, but<br />
there was a twinge of disappointment as she slid her crotch away<br />
from mine.<br />
     A long, pleasurable time later, I was still lying on the<br />
mat, subject to Liz&#8217;s tender ministrations.  She was very good at<br />
it, especially once I gave her free rein to improvise rather than<br />
simply following directions.  I&#8217;d enlisted a couple of other<br />
young women, too, pulled at random from the crowd, the rest of<br />
whom were on their hands and knees, sucking and licking the air.<br />
One girl was sucking on my nipples, teasing them with her tongue,<br />
while the other knelt behind my head and leaned down to nibble at<br />
my earlobes.<br />
     Liz could sense that I was close to orgasm, and she closed<br />
her mouth over the tip of my penis and began to suck on it, hard.<br />
My arousal built up and up, and shortly I came, crying out as the<br />
pleasure coursed through me.<br />
     When I was young, before I had learned control of my talent,<br />
I would tend to &#8220;leak&#8221; thoughts or emotions, especially when my<br />
attention was distracted.  On several occasions, whole apartment<br />
buildings found themselves suddenly getting off &#8211; no doubt to the<br />
great embarrassment of many &#8211; as I had an orgasm and projected<br />
that intensity blindly outwards.  I&#8217;ve since learned to control<br />
it.<br />
     Here in the gym, though, I deliberately projected my<br />
pleasure out to the crowd, so that as I came there was a rising<br />
chorus of moans, groans and sighs as sixty-some people abruptly<br />
climaxed simultaneously.  Liz, who had already been in a highly<br />
aroused state, had a particularly intense orgasm, bucking wildly<br />
as she swallowed my semen.<br />
     I sat up languorously, a contented half-smile on my face.  I<br />
looked around.  *Lick up anything you may have spilled, kids*, I<br />
projected.  The males dropped to all fours and started to clean<br />
the floor with their tongues.  No sense confusing the janitors<br />
any more than necessary, I figured.<br />
     I told Liz to get dressed, and in short order the class was<br />
once again fully clad.  Time to clean up after myself a little<br />
bit.<br />
     &#8220;Go into your cool-down routine,&#8221; I suggested.  I rid the<br />
class of their compulsion to copy her movements exactly, and told<br />
them to forget everything that had just occurred.  They would<br />
remember an ordinary aerobics class, instead.  I took down the<br />
fields around the doors, cancelled the order to perceive nothing<br />
unusual, and drifted to the back of the class.  Standing at the<br />
back, just watching as everyone else did cool-down stretches, I<br />
attracted a few odd looks, which I ignored.<br />
     After a few minutes, Liz got to her feet and said, &#8220;That&#8217;s<br />
all for today.  Have a good one.&#8221;  There was the traditional<br />
post-aerobics round of applause, and the class broke up.  I<br />
smiled to myself as I heard people talking about what a good<br />
class it had been.  An exceptionally good class, from my point of<br />
view!  When the gym had mostly emptied out, I approached Liz; she<br />
was retrieving her tapes and locking up the sound equipment.<br />
     &#8220;Ah, Ms. Brimley!&#8221; I said.  &#8220;Great class, as always!&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Thanks.&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;May I call you Liz?&#8221;<br />
     &#8220;Sure,&#8221; she said cautiously, not wanting this to turn into a<br />
pickup attempt.<br />
     &#8220;I mean, it seems only right to be on a first name basis,<br />
when we&#8217;ve shared so much together.&#8221;  And I allowed her memory of<br />
what had just happened in the gym to return.<br />
     Her eyes widened, and she was momentarily stunned.  She then<br />
started to take a big breath, perhaps preparing to yell something<br />
at me.<br />
     &#8220;You&#8217;re in love with me, Liz,&#8221; I told her before she could<br />
make a sound.  &#8220;Madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with me.<br />
You&#8217;d do anything for me, anything at all.  Why don&#8217;t you come<br />
back to my place right now?  We can talk about all the fun stuff<br />
we&#8217;re going to do together.&#8221;<br />
     She flashed that beautiful smile at me, and said, &#8220;Let&#8217;s<br />
go.&#8221;<br />
     We left the gym together, Liz holding my hand and babbling<br />
happily about how devoted she was to me.  My mind was buzzing<br />
with thoughts of what to do with my new plaything when we got<br />
home.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Having just been dumped by my girlfriend of two years, I had to get
used to jerk&#8217;n off to Hustler again.  It can be pretty frustrating
when you&#8217;re 18 and you can&#8217;t stop those hormones from pumping in your
balls.  It seemed I was always needing to relieve myself at least once a
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Having just been dumped by my girlfriend of two years, I had to get<br />
used to jerk&#8217;n off to Hustler again.  It can be pretty frustrating<br />
when you&#8217;re 18 and you can&#8217;t stop those hormones from pumping in your<br />
balls.  It seemed I was always needing to relieve myself at least once a<br />
day (sounds normal to me!).</p>
<p>I was heartbroken and tired of having to turn to the palm sisters each<br />
morning so I decided to start looking again for a good woman who could<br />
satisfy my desires and needs.<span id="more-16"></span></p>
<p>The new cashier we hired where I work, was a little on the short side<br />
with shoulder length blonde hair, and deep blue eyes with a<br />
mischievious glint in them.  Up front she had a pair of 38&#8217;s that<br />
looked soft but firm and an ass that was dying to be squeezed.  </p>
<p>Sherry was my target and my arrow was getting hard.</p>
<p>During a slow spell in the store we started playing sledgehammer<br />
baseball!  We used a beach ball and a sledghammer to play with.<br />
(no, we didn&#8217;t have a sports section!)  I ended up breaking a decorative<br />
chandolier with a hit to the deep right.  Everyone in the game helped<br />
me clean the mess up before all the floor managers came out of their<br />
meeting.  Sherry was in front of me as I stood up after picking up the<br />
last piece.  She gave me a deep hug and held me, squashing her warm<br />
mammaries into my ribs.  I didn&#8217;t want to come on too strong, so I let go<br />
but she didn&#8217;t.  She held me until my neglected appendage came to<br />
life.  She must have felt if for she looked up at me and smiled, then<br />
walked away.</p>
<p>She left me standing there with a raging bull of a hard-on.</p>
<p>Ted, a friend of mine from the store was going out with one of the managers<br />
who was also friends with Sherry.  The three of them convinced me to<br />
go out with them for a night of partying.  At home, I jerked off to get<br />
rid of any pent-up frustrations and also stop me from cumming too quickly<br />
if, by chance I were to get lucky.  Then I had a long shower, daydreaming<br />
about the night&#8217;s possible scenerios.</p>
<p>Sherry and I got the back seat of the Malibu while we drove around<br />
deciding what to do.  Forty-five minutes and three screwdrivers later<br />
we were down by the lake beside a motorhome watching the submarine races.<br />
Ted and Jo-anne hit the beach while Sherry and I snuggled up in the backseat.</p>
<p>She was a hot chick with one thing on her mind, as I was about to find<br />
out.  She sucked my tongue as we kissed and grabbed my crotch trying<br />
to pull my dick out of my pants.  I removed my pants as she did hers<br />
and I started to go for her fury pussy with my wild thing when she<br />
asked me to fuck her tits first.</p>
<p>While she was sitting up in the backseat, I squeezed her mungous mams<br />
together around my cock and pumped between them while she grabbed my<br />
ass cheeks closer to her body.  She tried to look down and see the<br />
action and almost got her mouth stuffed with my now leaking cock head.</p>
<p>She laid on her back now with her head propped by the car as I straddled<br />
her chest and fucked he tits pushing farther and farther up to her<br />
mouth as my target.  Seeing my dick head leaking some juice, Sherry<br />
wanted it to stroke into her mouth on the up-stroke of her tit fuck.<br />
Being of sound mind, I gave the woman her wish.  This brought me to<br />
the brink of insane pleasure.  </p>
<p>I had to stop and cool it down but the hot little chick wanted it in<br />
her mouth.  It was now my turn to lay back and get worked on and boy<br />
did she work on me.  She wet down the head then sucked it into her<br />
mouth while she kept a firm hand on my root.  She whipped her tongue<br />
around and around the head until I thought it would explode.  Instead<br />
it went a little numb.  This let me enjoy one of the longest and<br />
wettest blowjobs of my life.  </p>
<p>She had my pecker buried half way into her head and started the old up<br />
and down bobbing we all love.  Ecstasy is the way that I would<br />
describe her sucking.  With my right hand, I buried my middle finger<br />
up to the last possible knuckle and started plunging into her dripping<br />
snatch.  Her steady sucking turned into a whirl wind blowjob.</p>
<p>Her left hand had a good grip on my dick as her mouth had that steady<br />
suction action that was slowly drawing a trickle of juice from my balls<br />
into her throat.  She was jacking her hand up as her sucking mouth came<br />
down.  She was getting tired now and couldn&#8217;t believe the staying<br />
power I was displaying.  Neither could I. </p>
<p>She started a harder, faster and more furious sucking action as her<br />
right hand started kneeding the cum in my balls.  Her tongue was<br />
whipping up a froth on my pulsing purple head and I gritted my teeth<br />
as I held off my milky lava.  </p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to cum &#8230; I&#8217;m going to cum&#8221;, I blurted.  She stopped for a<br />
moment and rested her tongue on my cockhead and looked into my eyes as<br />
I panted.  She looked like she wasn&#8217;t sure if she should continue.<br />
In an instant, she resumed the fast and furious cock sucking with new<br />
gusto as she made up her mind to finish me off in her mouth.</p>
<p>Enough was enough.  I grabbed her head as I arched my body off the<br />
seat and grunted with each sticky blast of cum from my twitching cockhead<br />
into the farthest reaches of her mouth and throat.  As I continued to<br />
shoot wads into her mouth, she squeezed my ball sack with her right hand<br />
and milk me with her left hand.  She didn&#8217;t swallow any of my cum, yet.</p>
<p>Her mouth was savouring the sticky pool of semen that was now collected<br />
in her mouth.  Like a mouthwash, she swished it around in her mouth to<br />
relish my cum&#8217;s taste.  She seemed to enjoy it that way.  I didn&#8217;t<br />
mind either.  She seemed to taste test it like a fine wine.  After a<br />
minute of this she was able to speak her first words since I had<br />
filled her mouth with my meat.</p>
<p>&#8220;It has a nice salty tang to it with just the right amount of<br />
viscosity.  Not too tart and not too bitter.  Just the way I like it!&#8221;</p>
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