30 comments/ 414816 views/ 626 favorites A Gift From His Father Ch. 01 By: Absolutelywickedthoughts To say that John hadn't been very close to his father would be to make one of the largest understatements known to man. He rarely saw the man when he was growing up, despite a number of his irregular visits. There were many, but John barely remembered him spending anytime with him. Nevertheless, he provided well for him and his mother, despite the fact that the two never married. As John grew into his early teens he learned by accident that his father was a very powerful and wealth businessman in the state, and he and his mother weren't his only family, not in the legal sense, anyway. No, he was married and had another family; all three daughters were around the same age as John, give or take a few years. John was crushed. He'd always looked forward to his father's visits, almost as much as his mother, despite not being able to remember them. It was as if he knew they happened, but couldn't add any detail. His father's visits grew less frequent as he grew older, but he knew his mother stayed in touch. When he was able to summon enough courage to ask his mother about what he had learned, she simply explained that they had an arrangement and she was satisfied to see him whenever he could make the time. And so it went, John was raised by his single mother; she seemed to be able to provide for him everything he needed. She never seemed interested in other men and since she received a large monthly stipend from his father, she didn't have to work, and spent her spare time volunteer for many different charities. They were comfortable and there always seemed to be enough money so that they never wanted for anything. It was the beginning of summer, just a few months since his eighteenth birthday when John learned of his father's passing. They didn't go to the funeral, although he doubted that they would welcome his father's mistress and her bastard son. He wondered if his father's official family even knew of their existence. Suddenly, he was concerned about his mother's financial security. With his father's passing it was likely she be without financial support. He wondered if she had planned for this and if she would now have to go to work. He surprised her by dropping by the next day. John had moved in with some friends shortly after his 18th birthday, it was unusual for an eighteen year old to be on his own, but he wanted his mother to have the opportunity to be single and resume dating, without having to explain her eighteen year son. Nevertheless his visits were frequent and at regular intervals, Tuesdays, and Sundays, with occasional visits on Saturday afternoons. He spoke with her daily, but this wasn't something he felt he they should discuss over the phone. Arriving he found her in a great mood. The kitchen table was littered with travel brochures and her day planner opened, she was in the final stages of a phone call with his aunt and her sister, who booked all her traveling dates. He strolled in catching her eye, she smiled and the room seemed to brighten. She was still a very attractive woman, only in her late thirties. She didn't seem to have aged much since meeting his father, he thought as he remembered some of the photos she kept out of her and his father when he was young. She maintained her hour glass figure and always looked good in anything she wore. If anything she may have gained a little an inch or cup size but it was hard to tell. He took a minute to appraise her, something he didn't do very often, she was his mother after all, but she was very attractive. Maybe he should try to fix her up? He approached her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She held up her index finger and quickly began dialing again. "I'll be just one minute." She said, as she watched him seat himself across from her. "Hello again Jim," She said. Yes, I've booked my flight and I am looking forward to seeing you too, gotta go now, bye-bye!" "Gee mom", John said. "I don't think I've seen you this excited about anything in a long time! What's going on?" "Johnny, she said," I guess you should know, that I'm dating!." She was absolutely giddy. "One of the doctors at the hospital where I been volunteering at asked me to meet him in Cabo San Lucas for the weekend. Isn't it grand?" "Yeah, sure mom, how long have you know this guy?" "Jim? I've known him for years. He's been after me since I first began working at the hospital. Why do you ask?" "No reason, I am happy that you're dating, it just seems so sudden to me. How come you haven't considered dating him sooner?" She frowned briefly, as she pondered what she thought was a very good question, then smiled dismissing it and said, "You're right...but who cares! I'm free. I can date anyone I choose." She laughed and handed him a page torn out of a fashion magazine. It was a picture of a model wearing a skimpy bikini. "What do you think? Don't you think that would look great on me? John swallowed hard. He tried hard not to picture his mother in that brief swim suite, not that she couldn't make that work. She worked out regularly and looked ten years younger than her age, but she was his mother. He knew he'd have to answer; she was waiting with a look on her face that he imagined all husband's dread when asked the dreaded "does this make me look fat" question. He'd have to be careful, he thought to himself. "Gee, mom...isn't it a little skimpy? What's wrong with your regular suite?" She smiled again and thought to herself, "clever boy", as she took the page back from him. "Oh, no, that old thing will never do. In fact, I think I may go out and buy a whole new wardrobe." "Ahh....," he stammered. "Won't that be expensive? I mean dad just died, won't that mean your finances will take a hit or did he leave you something?" She paused and looked at him seriously for a moment. "Oh, you heard about his death, I was hoping to break the news to you gently. You know in a way I am sad, because we shared so much. There are many things I have never told you about your father. What do you remember?" "Mom, it's strange. I can't even remember what he looks like let alone that we spent any time together." "Oh that's right. I forgot." She paused as if she was going to tell him something, but changed her mind. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Oh it's that you were so young, but, I am so happy because I am finally free!" She said that as she threw the page in the air; leap up from her chair, twirled around on tiptoes around the table while dancing through the kitchen. She even leaped in the air gracefully landing on her feet. She secretly hoped that she hadn't raised his suspicions. She couldn't tell him that she had just been released from the mental prison shed been in for the last twenty years, unable to make any real decisions about her future without his father's approval. But now that was all over, with his death, his mental hold was broken. John could remember seeing his mother this happy since he was a small boy. But, why is she talking about being free? To his knowledge his dad hadn't been around in years, wasn't she free to live her life? There was something a little strange about this, he thought. When she stopped dancing long enough, he asked again about her finances. She told him that his father had been very generous over the years, depositing money directly into her bank account and she's been able to save a good deal of the money, in the event that the money would one day stop coming. She suddenly remembered, and walked over the mail pile, and pulled an envelope out of the pile, this letter was delivered yesterday, she handed to him. It was a letter from his father's estate. It basically stated that she would continue to receive her usually support, adjusted for inflation until she died or ceased to want the money. He smiled, maybe it wasn't so mysterious after all, he thought. She was financially free and entitled to celebrate. He looked up and she was dancing again. She retrieved a box from the table and handed it to him. "And this came for you," she said. He accepted the small square box, it was approximately 4x4x4 and wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper with his name on it. There were no postal markings on it, or overnight carrier tags. Turning it over and over he asked, "Whose it from?" She shrugged; it was delivered along with the letter. It came from the estate, too. Aren't you going to open it? He thought about it. If it was from the estate, then maybe it was from his father. A man he barely knew and can't remember ever interacting with as a child or as a young man. He didn't care enough to see him when he was alive, and now that he'd dead he had a gift for him? John didn't know how he should react. He felt nothing. He strained to bring forth any memory, even the slightest, but nothing. He knew something was there, but they were just out of his reach. Maybe he'd need to see a psychiatrist to get his answers, maybe hypnosis was needed. "No, I think I'll wait to get home to see what the old man left me," he said as he tossed the box from one hand to the other. "Well...he said. I was worried about you, but I can't seem to remember seeing you in a better mood. I am going to head out, I've got some stuff do, and you'll be okay?" He asked as he leaned in to deliver a kiss on the cheek and a hug. As she accepted the kiss and hugged him back and then said as the hug was released. "Of course I will. You know you can come back home, your room is still there and I plan on doing a bit of traveling, so the place will need some looking after." "Mom, you hate traveling! What's gotten into you?" She paused to think about that, she really loved traveling, but Johnny's dad didn't allow her to do much of that and that is what he had told him, she suddenly remembered. As she thought about it, there were a number of things that she liked to do, but had stopped abruptly after meeting Johnny's father. She almost got angry, and then shrugged it off as that was then, this is now. She was free to do all those things she had loved doing but for reasons she didn't even realize that she had stopped, including dating. She smiled one of those smiles and said, "People can change; besides there are many places that I have been thinking I'd like to see." You know mom, you have a point, and I may take you up on your offer to move back in. The only reason he moved out was to give her space. Besides he didn't really like sharing an apartment with his roommates, they were pigs and could be very immature. He was tossing the package back and forth between his two hands, when he began to wonder what it contained. Kissing his mother again he left and within ten minutes found himself locked in his room carefully peeling the brown paper from the box. He pulled out the contents of the small box. He wasn't sure what he expected but he didn't expect to find another box, or was it a cube. It appeared solid, he thought as he turned it in his hands, it looked and felt like expensive wood, the rich grain was a medium brown and seemed to be highly polished without feeling that way. It looked as though it would be perfect on the mantle in someone's den. The cube seemed solid, he didn't see any seams. But he sensed there was something inside. He said out loud, "How am I supposed to open this thing?" "Identify yourself." It sounded more like a command than an answer to his question and came from the cube. It startled him and he almost dropped it. Its weight seemed to have changed; it now felt slightly heavier and warmer to his touch. He decided to put it down before continuing. "Identify yourself" he heard again, and then he realized that he heard it in his mind, and not aloud. He replied in his mind, "is this some sort of trick?" "You now have 30 seconds to reply." "Why?" John was beginning to become annoyed. "25 seconds...24 seconds..." "Is this a joke?" He thought back. "Who are you?" he demanded. "20 seconds...19 seconds..." and continued to count down. "10 seconds...9 seconds..." "All right, I'm John Smith, my mom calls me Johnny." He was getting nervous and didn't mean to mention his mom. "Voice recognition confirmed, John Smith. Use your DNA, to open the cube." John stared at the cube, he thought. "Use my DNA, which means by blood or saliva." He didn't want to cut himself and didn't want to lick the thing, so quickly stuck his finger in his mouth and smeared his saliva across the top of the cube. It is hard to describe what happened next but the solid wood cube opened by peeling back layers of itself and stacking them on either side of the original cube as if the wood had become a liquid. Peering closer inside, John could see what appeared to be a much smaller box rising from the center. As the smaller box or cube continued to rise a voice in his mind began speaking. "Johnny or should I call you Jonathan, I am or was your father. Although I am dead, there is a little of me that remains. I know that you hardly remember me; your memories have been suppressed. I actually have spent quite a lot of time with you, although, not in in a very long time, but the conditions that I have lived under demanded that I keep you at arm's length. I have bequeathed to you my greatest treasure and the source my power and wealth. Be careful how you use it. It is very powerful. Early mistakes and errors in judgment will be tolerated as you learn to control your thoughts, but if you continue to make the same errors in judgment, which is what I have done and was part of the reason that I couldn't see you as often as I wished, there will be consequences. I deeply regret that I haven't been able to confide in you earlier, but I was the victim of my poor reasoning. You will understand all once you take possession of my gift. Know, too, John that this is a gift I could only give to a son, which is why you were born, to carry on the legacy. This is my gift to you, a gift from your father." At this the voice in his head went silent; the box finished melting away and displayed to his eyes the most magnificent ring he'd ever seen. It was gold and had many stones of all colors encrusted upon it. It could be compared to a "Super Bowl" ring, but was grander, if that was possible. There was no inscription, at least none that he could see at the moment. He tried to remain calm, but it was as if it was calling out to him, so he reached his right hand out for it, and it disappeared and reappeared on his ring finger. He was startled. He hadn't intended to put it on, only wanted to get a better look at it. Immediately, he felt a surge of adrenaline, he fought a panic reflex, it was suffocating, he like he couldn't breathe, just as he was about to reach his limit, it past. He felt good. Better than good, he felt stronger, stronger than he had ever felt. His mind seemed more open, as if he was using parts of his brain he'd never used before. It all was beginning to make sense. Memories of his father came flooding back, all at once. He remembered. He remembered it all, who his father was and what he looked like and all times they spent together. He also knew why his father stopped visiting; it was a punishment by the ring. He felt himself smiling. His father loved him and he loved and cherished the time that they spent together. He began to weep at his father's passing. The ring seemed to allow him a few short minutes to grieve before it opened his mind more. This was the ancient ring the Ring of Power, its origins were thought to have been from a time when mankind worshiped gods like Zeus and Odin, but even the ring itself didn't know for certain. It believed that it may be extra-terrestrial in origin. It has been passed from father to son for centuries. John felt a new surge of brain activity and blinked rapidly several times unable to move as hundreds of terabytes of data seemed to be downloading into his brain. And then as suddenly as it began it stopped. He took a deep breathe. He was still for a brief moment and then it dawned on him, "I can control things, people, and my physical body, and in some cases others, too." He had read enough science fiction and seen enough television and movies to have some ideas of what that all meant and what he should try to do first. He wasn't a bad looking young man, a little skinny, not at all muscular, wiry was the word to describe his physique. His acne was finally beginning to clear up and his facial hair was sporadic at best. He was average height under six feet, about 5'9". He gave up on being taller long ago, realizing that it simply wasn't in the cards. But now he could change all of that. He could change his body, face, anything and everything. Where should he to begin, he thought. He got up and walked into his bathroom, looking into the mirror he decided to start with his face. His face became warm and glowed pink and settle back to his natural shade, he had cleared his acne with a simple thought. He liked how clean his face looked. He stared at his face again, he always thought his nose was too big so he began to shape it, he could feel it burn and he realized quickly that he had to be careful, or he could hurt himself. Before long he settled on a smaller nose one that was straighter and narrower. With a thought he willed his facial hair to be thick and rich, instantly he had a full beard, it made him look much older. He then tried for the unshaven look that many actors were sporting these days. He kind of liked the look and decided to keep it, while he considered his hair, which needed trimming. He retrieved a sports magazine from his room and saw a cut that he liked and it was then on his head. Then he changed the color from brown to blonde and then to red and then black. Finally he settled on blonde. Looking into the mirror he barely recognized himself. He decided to change his hair back to its original color and that he would go with the clean shaven look for now. Glancing at the magazine again, he thought about adding some muscles. He turned the pages to see the pictures of a body builder and thought it would be great. He heard it before he felt it, his clothing shredding and falling away from his body. He was a pale version of "The Incredible Hulk"; he laughed as he stared into the mirror. He finally backed off the muscles until he had added a few pounds and definition to his body. He could always add more, but he wanted to be able to just show a little and lock them in. He looked up and down his body and liked what he saw. Then he looked at his sexual equipment and made a few adjustments there. He'd only been with a few girls and knew that bigger was better. He could make more adjustments as the needed. He felt himself and realized how much bigger he had gotten. He liked what he'd done and laughed loudly. He wished he had gotten this ring when he had been in high school and had to endure the showering after gym class. He decided that he would cure himself of any and all aliments and he felt really good, strong and better than he had ever felt in his entire life. The final change of the day was to gradually add a little more color to his complexion, the kind of coloring that his friends would have paid good money in the tanning salons to achieve. He was almost ready to meet the world, he need to some clothes. Just as he was about to walk to his closet, he decide to have his jeans appear in his hands and they did. It was his last clean pair, and they weren't his favorite, he willed them on along with the appropriate undergarment and changed them into what he had in mind. He did the same with his shirt and shoes. He was getting the hang of these new powers. He looked down the strong muscular arms and that the ring on his finger. As much as he loved the ring, it was a little too much bling and would attract unintended attention, not that it would be a problem, he felt he could take on a battalion marines. No, the smart thing was to not get into that type of situation in the first place. Blending in was important and he could make any changes necessary. As he looked again the ring began to change, finally looking like an average high school ring. Perfect, he thought. A Gift From His Father Ch. 01 He began to walk out of the room and he remembered he needed his keys, phone and wallet. He didn't stop but and the devices dematerialized from their resting places and rematerialized in his pockets, and his keys appeared in his left hand. As he strolled to the front door of the condo he shared with his friends, he saw the mess they had left and he willed the room to be clean, within a few minutes things were not only tidy, but the carpet appeared to have been vacuumed and shampooed. He smiled knowing that, they wouldn't notice. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. It was a mess and didn't have any real food, so he decided to fill it with an assortment of good food, the kind his mother would buy. He smiled and closed the door. He thought again and added a case of his favorite beer. It was his parting gift. He wouldn't be returning. He walked back to his room and surveying it decided what he wanted to keep and what he no longer needed. The things he would keep he boxed and then shrank everything down into a marble and put it into his pocket. The remaining items he didn't want shrank into a cube, like what car crushers do with old junk cars and tossed them into the waste basket on the way out. He cleaned the room thoroughly and left the room vacant with a pleasant fresh clean smell. He would still take care of the rent, knowing better than to leave cash. He left a note that explained he was moving back home and that he had paid the next two months rent. There, he thought, "a clean break." John found a great parking space close to the mall entrance, right next to handicap parking spaces. At first he thought it may be luck, and then realized that he expected to find a good spot and did. Was that a coincidence or a byproduct of his new power? He climbed out of his old '97 Honda Civic, heaving the door shut; it creaked as it slowly slammed shut. He focused and tried to change it into a later model, but nothing happened. He sighed, relieved in a way, realizing that there were limits to what he could do. He took a moment to reflect on the last hour. When he stopped at a gas station and filled his tank without paying, because he could, he felt the ring tighten painfully on his finger, so he decided to go in and pay for the gasoline. Stealing for the sake of stealing didn't seem to be something that the ring would tolerate and he didn't want to abuse the power, remembering his father's warning. "Something will turn up regarding new wheels", he thought. He pretended not to notice all the lovely ladies as he strolled pass the various retail stores on his way to the food court, some he found very attractive; there was one girl in particular, who caught his eye. She was tall and dressed to display her best assets. He couldn't help looking at her and wondering what she looked like naked. As he continued to watch, suddenly her clothes seemed to begin to fade, first her blouse and pants, then her bra and panties and shoes. He was looking through her clothes! It was strange, too. Her breast and feet were still supported; she appeared to be moving around on her tiptoes as her perfect breast defied gravity. It was extremely erotic, catching him so completely off guard that he almost walk into a mother pushing a stroller. He stopped and smiled. He tried not to stare but couldn't help himself. She had larger than average breast with light pink areoles and large nipples. As he worked his way down he saw her pieced navel and a cute landing strip just above her sex. Seeing him staring at her she smiled, fortunately he was working his way back up and it brought him out of his daze and he returned the smile. She turned to her girlfriend, she said something he couldn't hear and they both began to giggle. John studied the other girl, she was cute, too. Just like with her girlfriend, her clothes also began to fade away. The second girl wasn't as tall but they were definitely of like minds. Although her breast smaller they too were perky and she was shaved below. As the first girl leaned in to talk more, he saw she had a small colorful butterfly tattooed on her left cheek. The two continued to giggle and look in his direction. "I wonder what's so funny." He thought to himself. And just like that he heard a replay of their comments. "He's kind of cute, but looks like a mama's boy!" And the two giggled. "So, is that what you think?" He thought, trying not to react. "Too bad, I haven't gotten laid in months and I am wearing out my vibrator." And now he was able to hear the first girl's thoughts. It's a good thing that John had stopped walking because hearing her thoughts was so unexpected that he doubted he would have been able to concentrate on where he was headed. "He looks a little goofy, what's he doing over there?" John heard her think and pulled himself together regaining his composure. Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, he looked at as if it was behaving strangely, and then pretended to be talking to someone. "Oh, she chuckled to herself, he probably had it on vibrate. Been there, done that." John heard her think and then she seemed to drift off thinking about how much fun she had using her vibrator, a dreamy expression on her face as she remembered how good it felt. From his view John could see that her nether lips were enlarging. He continued to fake a phone conversation, smiled in her direction and waited for her to react. "Is he smiling at me or Judy? He looks like he is carrying a nice size package. I wonder if he is available." John, thought, this is interesting. I wonder what else I can learn. How old she is, what she does for a living, what she likes? Suddenly, he knew her name was Brittney Reid; she was 23 years old, works at Wal-Mart on the other side of town, likes dancing and getting drunk and has a 2 year old baby girl, and was living with her mother. "Wow that sure saved me some time". He thought. Knowing what he now knew about Brittney, he decided not to approach her, but to continue with his original plan and see if he could catch up with his friends. He smiled in her direction again, pretended to say goodbye on his cellphone and putting the phone back into his pocket he took one last look at the pair and their lovely nude bodies that only he could see. He willed himself to once again see her clothing and closed off their thoughts. "Everyone is an open book to me. I could easily make a small fortune through investments, poker just about anything." Obviously, John was in a very good mood as he continued on to the food court, his friends could usually be found there around this time of evening. He looked to the center of the court and found them, at least three of them, his crew. There was Big George, Mark and April (they grew up together and attended the same schools since they were in kindergarten). They saw him and waved him over. As he arrived he could see they had already been dining on the various cuisines available, there was left over fried rice, half eaten egg rolls and plenty of red sweet and sour sauce remaining in the white Styrofoam take out boxes. "Looks like someone got their 'China Camp' fix satisfied." John said as he stared at the remains and smiled at April. He knew how much she loved Chinese food. "Hey Johnny," George reached out and slapped John's hand causing him to miss the affectionate look that April threw his way. She still held a crush for him she'd developed many years ago when they were mere children. John's hand seemed to be dwarfed by the larger teen's mitt. George was headed for the University of Southern California as a lineman on a full scholarship. He was big, but not fat, standing six feet five inches and 220 lbs. of bronzed muscle. They, too met in grammar school and had been friends ever since. Hey Mark, John said as he extended his hand to the newest member of his "crew". Mark had only arrived last year coming from the northern part of the state, a town near the capital. He was finishing off his burger and washing it down with a soda. Mark was the typical "junk food" teenager who was rail thin and looked like a geek behind his thick black framed glasses. Stretching out his hand and shook Johns, coating it with mustard, mayonnaise & ketchup. John's face grimaced as he looked into his hand realizing he should have known better after all the times this had happened to him. April immediately broke into giggles. He looked her way and shrugging it off, he asked, "Where's the other's?" "On their way, I got a text from Lori." April said and smiled watching John clean his hands with a napkin, she didn't see him grab. "Hey, you look different, what's up?" "With me, nothing much," he said as he sat down across from her, seeing two unopened fortune cookies. He knew she was a sucker for the fortunes. Then he got the idea to see if he could make the simply fortune come true. They were usually so vague and general, it might be fun. "Are you going to eat those?" pointing to the two fortune cookies, remaining on her tray. John asked fully aware that she hadn't opened either as both cookies were still sealed in their individual wrappers. "No, silly, do you want one? April replied happily as she basked in the attention she was receiving from John, who recently had become somewhat aloof. "After you, my lady", he said, as gallantly as he could. "Well, thank you, kind sir." She responded as she pick up a cellophane wrapped cookie and squeezed it forcing the air inside to pop open the package. She smoothly removed the cookie and snapped it open freeing the scrap of paper with her fortune on it. Well, what does it say? John asked. "Your dearest wish will come true." She read and sighed. "Sounds kind of corny", he said. Before he could continue she punched him in his shoulder, making a solid thud. "Ouch!" He feigned being injured. "So, what is your "dearest wish"?" "Never mind, you are hopeless. Open yours." He reached for the cookie and like April popped open the pack, removing the cookie he crushed it in his right hand the cookie crumbled and he remove the slip of paper. "You are uniquely equipped for success, make wise decisions." He stared at the paper after reading it. Was that a coincidence, a hint or a warning? "Gee, I like yours better." April said. They were distracted by the noise as several more friends joined the group and there were all sorts of greetings and conversation going on. But it allowed John to think. What is April's "dearest wish"? As if watching a movie or short film, he saw in his mind memories of him and April growing up over the years and for the first time saw how she looked at him. Oh my God, her dearest wish is to have a closer relationship with me! She's had a "crush" on me since we first met. How could he have been so oblivious? He had never really considered April as a love interest. She was fun to be around and had a nice athletic shape. Being a guy he did what most guys do, he began to assess her physically. She wasn't especially well endowed, but... He began to imagine her naked. He didn't have to try hard; it was as if he had turned on his x-ray vision again. He looked at her as she exchanged greeting with the new arrivals. He could see the birthmark she once told him of, but it wasn't exactly where she said it was and it did look like a dollar sign. She did have cute small tits, and he swallowed hard, she shaves. All of a sudden, things he'd never thought flooded into his consciousness, the possibilities. Most of the group had decided to go to the local bowling alley; there was plenty to do there in addition to bowling. But, John now had other ideas. He blinked once and she was fully clothed again. "Hey Ape." He interrupted her conversation with Jenny Jones. "Got a minute?" "Sure, excuse me, Jenny." She got up and walked the few steps to the table John was leaning on. He took her hand and they walked a few more steps to a secluded table. John leaned against it and April stood in front of him and looked up at him and asked. "What's up?" "Well," he said as he gazed down into her light brown eyes and seeing her for the first time, "the gang is talking about going to the Hank's Bowl; I thought that I'd rather spend time with you. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee?" April just stared up at him not quite understand if she had heard correctly, was John asking her out? "You want me to go with you for coffee?" She asked still not believing her ears and expecting John to retort something like it isn't a date, silly just coffee. But instead he not only confirmed that she had heard correctly, but said that it would indeed be their first date. "Sure. Where would you like to go? There's a Starbucks at the other end of the mall", she volunteered, trying desperately not to sound too anxious, but failing. John frowned, "I was thinking maybe 'Cup of Joe' on 5th street, near the park. What do you think?" "Sounds fine with me, let's go." They said their goodbyes to the gang and headed off to the mall parking lot where John had left his car. It didn't take long for them to reach the coffee shop. They talked for the first time in a long time. John learned about April's fears and her plans for after high school and the colleges that she'd hope to attend and all this time marveling at how deep she was and dedicated to making her way in the world. Before they knew it, one of the coffee servers was telling them it was closing time and they both were surprised to learn they were the only remaining patrons. He thought, he could have easily have learned all that by probing her mind, but this was much more rewarding. They gathered their things and walked out the coffee house into the quiet streets. John had parked his car about a block away it had just rained and the streets were wet there were a few puddles they needed to navigate, jumping and skipping over as they walked hand in hand. They were really enjoying each other's company. Just as they arrived at his car, a man stepped out of the shadows with a gun and pointed at them. "Dude, give me the keys. I need your ride. Cooperate and no one will get hurt." John didn't realize but his ring took over in a split second, it allowed him to probe the man's thoughts. He learned that he was desperate, he'd been out of work for over a year, he had a family to support and his unemployment had run out. He was high and under the right circumstances could hurt or kill. He also was able to look at the first five scenarios and their results should he become physical to subdue the man. In each case there was a high likelihood that April would be injured or killed. With that information he decided to surrender the car. "Okay, no problem. You can have the car." John said. He separated the car keys from the house set and gave it to the man. "But, selling my car isn't going to earn you enough money to support your wife and new baby." "What? How do you know about that? Who are you?" the man asked, worried now that he may have picked the wrong guy to rob. "Ken, you don't know me, but I know that you are desperate and are looking for a way to out. You're an accountant, right? Look, take the car. Tomorrow go to the Main Street Bank and ask to see the bank president Mr. Adams. He owes me a favor. He will give you a job." "Who are you?" "That's not important, Ken, trust me." John pushed on his mind to accept what he was saying and to do as he said. He also made himself a mental note to go to the bank tomorrow and meet Mr. Adams for the first time. "Okay," the man said in an almost dream-like way. He got into the car and sped away. "What was that?" April was almost screaming. That guy had a gun; you gave him your car and a tip on getting a job? Who does that?" "Calm down, April, he said." And she did immediately. In fact, she stopped in mid-sentence and seemed to freeze. Before John could question what had just happened, he heard his father's voice in his mind again. "Very good Jonathan, you have passed your first test and have gained a special reward. You could have become violent and physical risking April's safety and your own. But you chose the best alternative and may have in the process saved three lives. April will be fine in a moment, as you already know she is in love with you, but although you and be close friends, she isn't the one for you. You will need to be careful how you proceed and not hurt her, or there will be a penalty." "What do you mean a penalty?" John asked though he didn't say a word. "With this gift there are many responsibilities, I can't let you make the same mistakes that I made, trust me." And suddenly April was moving again, "Now how are we going to get home?" She asked. "Don't worry," John said, "I feel like there may be a taxi along any minute." Sure enough there within a few minutes a cab slowly pulled on to the street they were walking and John whistled for it. The cab driver was friendly and easily drove them to John's mother's home. He explained that he was moving back home because his mother decided to start dating and will need someone to watch the house. As he let them in and walked along the hall, he could see that his mother's bedroom door was closed and the light was off. She wasn't leaving until the morning so she probably just turned in early. They continued to walk down the hall to his room; he realized that he hadn't unpacked anything and the room was a bit of a mess. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the marble that he'd compressed and contained all his belongings and decided to try something. He stopped at the closed door and opened it and tossed the marble on the bed and shut the door again. He turned to April and said, "The rooms a mess I haven't finished unpacking, maybe I should just take you home." April stepped closer, put her arms around John's neck and looked up into his hazel eyes, "Really? I don't think so." And she leaned in and kissed him tenderly. John responded in kind and the kiss grew more passionate. For April, it was as if all the love for John she had bottled up all these years had been released. Their tongues wrestled for a while and their bodies began to heat up. John didn't expect to have sex but he knew that April would have run naked in the streets if she thought it would please him. He broke the kiss and opened the door turning on the light as they entered. The room was what you'd expect to find books on the shelves, computer on the desk, clothes in the closet and a mix of rock and sports posters on the walls. I thought the room was a mess, April said as she pushed John down on to the bed. They continued kissing and managed to get clothing off at the same time. Shoes first, pants and shirts and soon their passion was boiling over. April said. "I have wanted this for so long. It's like a dream come true." She paused and said. "My fortune, this is my cookie fortune coming true!" She squealed softly and resumed her attack on John's lips. John was eager to try out his new equipment and surprised himself when he saw he was almost nine inches long. April wasn't new to sex, but she had only been with two other guys. Nevertheless, she knew that John size was above average. She was a bit startled, but was eager to see if size did matter. She of course had talked with her girlfriends about the subject. She couldn't remember being this turned on before. She began to caress him as his hands roamed her body. She wasn't surprised that she was already secreting ample juices to overcome the size issue, the nipples on her small breast were standing out and were harder than she could ever remember them. She was really turned on. April crawled on top of John and slowly lowered herself down upon him. As he entered, she knew he was much larger than her previous two boyfriends. April was panting now, as she slowly lowered herself an inch at a time, the feeling was amazing, she felt as if she was having mini orgasms throughout her body and she still didn't have all of him inside her yet. Finally, John hit bottom and fireworks went off inside her. She felt so full. April began bouncing up and down all the while trying to remain as quiet as possible knowing that John's mother was sleeping in the bedroom just down the hall. A Gift From His Father Ch. 01 Mary Smith woke from her dream with a jolt. It was a strange dream that she couldn't remember. But like in the dream she felt a presence, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She realized that her nipples had hardened and she was becoming wet. She could remember the dream, but it was if she was still dreaming, or was she. Mary felt compelled to get out of her bed. It was if she was being summoned. It felt familiar and yet unfamiliar. She sat up quickly, then slowly got out of bed, pulling her long satin night gown as it hugged body leaving nothing to the imagination, falling low just touching the tops of her bare feet. Although in her late 40s, she kept her body in excellent shape and maintained a beautiful hour glass shape, maybe a little "top heavy". She walked silently, opening the door of her room, not really knowing where she was going but being drawn to a familiar and nearby presence. She was in a trace and had had no choice but to follow where she was led, compelled by a familiar desire. April was riding John like a woman possessed. She had never felt anything remotely as sensuous. As she was sliding on and off of John her moans were growing louder and louder until finally she gasped and seemed to lose all control of her body, and John took that moment to reverse positions and was now pushing into April with long slow strokes. His passion rapidly increasing as April continued to climax, flailing her arms lost in her rapture. Abruptly, Mary opened the door to her son's room. She watched from the doorway as her son and April continued their love making. She stood still for a while not understanding why she was there, but feeling as horny as she had ever felt in her life. She pulled her night gown from her shoulders and it immediately slid down her body and pooled at her feet. Her right hand reached for her sex while the left began to pull on her nearest nipple. John and April were so completely caught up in their passion that they didn't hear or see Mary standing at the door. John was very near his climax a few more strokes and he would be there, the feeling of April pulling on his shaft was about as good a feeling as he could imagine. And finally he was there. He groaned loudly as the pleasure surged out from his core. April screamed as a new orgasm struck her, more intense than anything she had ever experienced. And as if caught in the current, Mary was pulled in too and she also screamed, as her unexpected passion exploded. (To be Continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 02 Thanks for your fine feedback. I have taken it all into consideration. And now Chapter 2. * John was in the grips of his climax when he heard the twin screams, one coming from under him and the other from behind him. He turned his head in the direction of the scream from behind him and saw the naked silhouette of a voluptuous female body. Standing weak kneed in his doorway, her hands still pumping her vital parts, her silk nightgown circled around her petite feet, she stared at the couple on the bed. "Oh my God, that's mom! What is she doing there?" John surmised. "I wonder if April heard her." April was still trembling in the aftermath of a very satisfying orgasm, and her view of the doorway was obscured by John's body. "What is she doing? She is just standing there, masturbating. Why?" John thought. If he says something April will freak out. "What are you doing here mom? Get out of here!" He thought. She didn't look like she is planning on leaving anytime soon. His eyes were adjusting to the dim light and he was able to better make out his mother's form, large breast, large areolas, taunt nipples and a full bush of black hair peeking out from behind her active hand. And for a second there seemed to be a small sparkle of light flickering from behind her fidgeting fingers. "Is it my turn now?" She asked in a voice that he didn't recognize as she stepped forward into the room, not stopping her activities. "Who, what, mom what are you doing in here, get out!" He said in the best voice he could muster, hardly having to fake surprise. April screamed. Pushing John off her and pulled the bed covers to hide herself, saying once she regained some composure. "I am sorry Mrs. Smith, John and I were just messing around and it kind of got out of control and...where are your clothes?" And then turning to look at John and asked, "John, what's going on here?" "I don't know, really." John said almost pleading. "I think she is sleepwalking." April sat up clutching the bed sheets tighter to her body, "No, I think she is masturbating." "Yeah, I can see that." John said. "Let me have the top blanket," John said pointing to the mass April was using to conceal her nude body. "Help me get her back to her room." John said as he tugged at the blanket, freeing it from his bed and draping it around his mother. As he neared her she removed her hands and reached out to embrace him. He put the blanket around her and then realized that he too was still naked and was sporting several inches of aroused manhood. Embarrassed that his mother's naked body was have an obvious effect on him, he found a pair of shorts and quickly put them on as April arranged the sheet around herself in a way that John found wasn't helping his aroused state. Mary tried to embrace April as well, but John returned in time and caught the blanket just as she was beginning to shed and would have caught April unaware. "What was wrong with her? She is either sleepwalking or seems to be in some kind of a trance." He thought. "I have to get her to bed and get April home and figure this out quickly. "Mom is supposed to be going out of town on her date tomorrow," he remembered. Arriving at her room, he and April led her to her bed, but she wouldn't bend to enter it. "Go to bed, mom," John said. She doffed off the blanket and slid effortlessly between the sheets, pulling John off balance and into the bed on top of her. Before he could react, she planted a very passionate kiss on his lips. As soon as John was able break the kiss, she moaned, "Take me John." Reach up and pulling him into her ample breast. April stomped her foot and said, "So, this is the way things are in your house. Well, you can leave me out of it." Discarding the sheet she ran naked back to John's room to dress and go home, John staring at her naked blushing body as she sprinted down the hall. John could only deal with one crisis at a time; he would be able to deal with April later. But his mother's behavior was having unintended effects on him, fortunately his erection was trapped in his shorts. She was really getting to him. He managed to slip out of her grasp without hurting her. "Mother, sleep," he commanded. "Okay, Johnny, "she said and immediately closed her eyes and seemed to quickly fall into a natural slumber. "What the hell was that all about?" He asked, not expecting to get an answer, but he did. "It's my presences, or the presence of the ring, I should say." John heard his father's voice in his head. "You did well, Johnny. I don't know if I would have been able to pry myself free of Mary if I had been in your shoes or should I say shorts." John looked back at his now sleeping mother, her nude body lying in her bed, the sheet thrown open. He had to force himself to stop staring, she was beautiful. Her large breast falling into her armpits making them look smaller than they actually were. He finally moved, take the few steps to the bed and pulling the sheet and blanket over her, she stirred slightly but didn't wake, turning on her side and pulling the sheet up under her chin. John left the room closing the door behind him. He walked quickly back to his room, knowing that April had already left as he heard the door slam as she left the house. He searched for his cellphone to call April. "Okay, why was mom reacting in that way? Am I going to have to deal with this on a regular basis? I will not have an incest relationship with my mother, no matter how hot she is. I have got to fix this. Mom is going to Cabo San Lucas on the first date she's had in years. And then there's April. She must be thinking all kinds of stuff. I have to fix that, too." "Don't worry, Johnny. You have the power to control people's minds. Mary, your mother was simply reacting to reminisce of my presence in the ring and following old habits. You can erase, modify or enhance that behavior if you like. She is simply waiting for your commands." "I don't want to command her, she is my mother." John replied. "Great choice, Johnny, nevertheless you can make your mother and almost anyone else do whatever you want, by simply concentrating and commanding it. So, go back to your mother's room and tell her the whole thing was a dream and tell her how you expect her to behave and she will." John walked over to where his mother's nightgown remained on the floor. He picked up the cool satin gown, feeling its weight in his hands and fighting the temptation to smell her scent. It was his mother's gown. He was not happy with these thoughts. She was a woman, not a girl like April. Maybe he would have to seduce an older woman to see what they are like, but not his mother, no, never. "Okay, dad, how do I get her back into her nightgown?" "As you alter her programming, ask her to put it back on. Unless you want put it back on for her?" "No! He didn't want to do that. He couldn't trust himself." He walked back into his mother's room carrying the gown in his left hand, she was still asleep. "Mom, can you hear me? Don't wake up just tell me if you can hear me." "Yes, Johnny, I can hear you. Are you ready to make love to me? I am ready for you, feel how wet I am." "No, mom, I am not. You will no longer be attracted to me, sexually." John stated flatly. He watched her face frown. "You are to act as the loving mother you have always been. You are not nor have you ever been sexual attraction to me. I am you son and that would be wrong. Do you understand?" Mary said, "Yes, Johnny. I understand. Sex with my son would be wrong. No sex with Johnny, but why?" "Have I displeased you in some manner," she asked. "I can make it up to you Johnny. Please let me make it up to you." "No, mother, you have a boyfriend, both of you are going to Cabo San Lucas tomorrow. You are excited about it and you will have a good time and return home well rested and happy. Nod if you understand." She nodded her head. "Good, now anything that you saw, heard or felt tonight was simply an over active imagination and a dream. You will be embarrassed to share it with anyone and will forget it quickly. Nod if you understand." She nodded her head again. "Good, mom, your flight leaves at 9 AM tomorrow. You are excited to be going. You will wake at 6AM and be ready for me to take you to the airport at 8AM. "I am going away with Jim for a romantic weekend." She said in a dreamy monotone voice. "I need my rest. I have to get up early." "That's right mom. I will see you in the morning. Good night." "Goodnight, Johnny, you're a good son." Satisfied that she was going to be alright, John smiled and left the room closing the door behind him. "That was easy," he thought. It was like I had hypnotized her. "Yes it is like hypnosis, but I like to compare it to 'glamour' that vampires are infamous for, you know like putting a spell on someone." His father spoke to him from the ring. "That is very interesting, dad. Can I do that to anyone?" "Yes, almost anyone can be overcome by your Jedi mind tricks, but like in the movies, not everyone." "So, I can simply do the same thing to April." "Yes, you could. But do you really want to? You will have to be selective of whom you share your secret with and remember that April isn't going to be your life partner. I can assure you of tha..." His father didn't complete his last sentence, he seemed to have been cut off, like the words caught in his throat or an unknown force had constrained his speech. "Dad...dad...are you okay?" "I am sorry, Johnny. I have said too much. I may no longer converse with you right now." And then the voice in his head when silent and John knew he would have to wait to see when it would return. He was concerned, but his dad did give him some very valuable information. He really like April, he'd known her for such a long time. He wasn't in love with her, but she was very comfortable to be around. She may be his best friend. He dialed her number. It rang a few times and went to voice mail. He tried again and this time it immediately went to voice mail. "So she either turned off her phone or was deliberately not answering. " He thought. It was late and he had a big day ahead of him. He would deal with April tomorrow. He made a mental note not to forget to get to the bank early, perhaps right after dropping his mother at the airport. He checked his email from his smartphone, and saw among the many junk emails there was one from his favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Greene. He opened it, among the cordial greeting was a reminder that he promise to come back to talk to her freshman class about how to avoid some of the pitfalls that freshman often found themselves caught in. She asked that if he could come by as early in September as his schedule would allow, she would be very appreciative. He made a mental note to reply, but it was tired, it had been a busy evening and he was more than ready for sleep. The next morning, his mother woke him at 7AM. Normally, she never had to wake him; he was always up early, he was a morning person, like his father. As he went about his morning chores, brushing his teeth, and was about to lather his face, when he remembered that he didn't have to shave, he simply willed his beard not to grow unless he changed his mind. He opened his mouth wide and fixed a couple of teeth that had fillings and straightened two of his bottom teeth, (central incisors) that were slightly crocked. He looked at his work and smiled. Thinking that he could use a little whitening, he added that, too. He didn't want to linger too long as he didn't want to make his mother late, he decided to shower thinking he could come up with a way to get rid of body odor and bad breathe later. He grabbed his jeans and a tight fitting shirt, laced up his cross trainers and headed to the kitchen for a glass of OJ. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw his mother bent over looking into the refrigerator. She was wearing a multi-color silk stripped scoop neck day dress, which really accentuated her lovey curves. Immediately, John flashed back to last night, seeing the naked images of his mother standing before him, one hand on her breast and the other fingering herself. He felt himself begin to stir and chastised himself for having such thoughts. Her humming brought him out of his reflection and he continued into the kitchen. Hearing him enter, she stood up but continued to look into the refrigerator, she told him that she had left a few meals for him to heat up and hoped that he wouldn't eat too much junk food. She turned to look at him and as he stood almost frozen in place. "Johnny are you alright," she asked, jerking from of his thoughts. He was taking in her beauty as if for the first time, and she was stunning. The dress couldn't have fit her better if it was tailored for her. She was showing ample cleavage and plenty of white skin in need of a tan. Images of her naked form entered his mind again. "Jonathan Smith, what has gotten into you?" "Oh, sorry mom, it's just that you are so beautiful! Wow! Where'd you get that dress?" He whistled. "Jim doesn't stand a chance! Are you going there for a weekend or to find me a new daddy?" "Johnny stop it." She blushed turning several shades of red in a few seconds and then she asked. "Do you really like it?" "Are you kidding, mom? I love it. Maybe I shouldn't let you go and keep you here to myself." He walked over to her and gave her a playful hug, kissed her on the cheek and asked. "So are you ready to go?" Just in time he stepped away as he felt himself jerk below. "What the hell?" He thought. "Ready as I'm ever going to be. Let's go!" She said that as if she was struggling with her confidence. "I've put my bags in the trunk of my car." I didn't see yours? Where is it?" "Damn", he thought. "I forgot I gave away my car. Oh, I left it downtown last night and took a cab home, had a little too much to drink." He lied. "Smart boy," she said as they walked through the door into the garage. John opened the door for her and she got into the passenger side of her SLK Mercedes Roadster. John slid behind the wheel started the engine and they were at the airport in no time. He dropped his mother at the terminal gave her bags the porter and just as he was about to give her a hug and kiss good bye, he felt himself stirring again at the mere thought of taking her into his arms again. "What is wrong with me?" He chastised himself and gave her a pecked her on the cheek instead. Just as finished, his mother her someone call her name and turned to see her date Jim about twenty yards away collecting his bags from a cab. "Well, so long mom, have a great time. I will see you in a few days." She was waving to Jim and didn't seem to hear him, but excitedly she turned back to him and said good bye clutching her baggage claim and boarding pass, kissed him on the lips, accidently and hurried away to catch up with her date. John smiled and waved as she caught up with Jim, the both turned and waved. John took a mental picture of Jim and filed it away. He unconsciously memorized every detail and could have easily recreated it if necessary. He hadn't seen his mother this happy in a long time. Yet, something bothered him. Dismissing it, he jumped back into the red sports car and headed to the bank to meet the president and keep his promise. Unseen his ring changed back to its original glory for a few moments then back again to its high school ring disguise. John enjoyed driving his mother's car. She traded in her SUV on a few weeks ago and he got a vicarious thrill helping her select the car of her dreams. John thought it looked good on him and was looking forward to getting a new set of wheels himself. Traffic was light and he made good time from the airport to downtown Mountain View. He pulled into the bank parking lot about an hour after the bank had opened, in the small town that means that most of the urgent morning business had already been taken care of and there would be a lull in activity before the mid-morning surge prior to the lunch hour, in other words, his time was perfect. As he strolled into the bank, only having been there to occasional perform an errand for his mother, he stopped in the foyer to survey the place. It suddenly dawned on him that not a lot had changed. It was an old building, but tastefully decorated, and just this side of stuffy. There were a few customers in line to see tellers and a few people talking to bank representatives at desks in the open area and of course lot of activity between the office and with the clerical staff. John suddenly realized that he may want to alter his appearance, if he wanted to be taken seriously. He walked into the men's room, stopping at the sinks gazed at his reflection in the mirrors. He thought that a simple change of attire from jeans to a business suite would suffice. Pulling out his cell phone he went on line and looked for men's suites and found just what he was looking for, since it was warm and summertime he chose a tan "Natural Stretch 3-Button Poplin Suit" with a light blue shirt and broad striped tie of tan and orange. He concentrated and his jeans and muscle shirt transformed into what he saw in his browser. He looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. Just then the door opened and an older gentleman walked in, seeing him at the sinks he smiled as he looked him over. The old man chuckled to himself as he noticed that the young man was wearing cross trainers with his suit, and parked himself one of the far urinals. Scanned his mind John was surprised to learn that he forgot about his shoes. Using his phone again and went to the Johnston & Murphy website and selected a pair of tan Deerfield loafers with tassels and matching Double-Pinked Belt. Concentrating again he transformed his shoes and belt. The shoes were a little tight, so he loosen them a bit and quickly realized the value of buying quality textiles. The man at the urinal completed his task with a shake and walked away as the sensor activated automatic flusher washing away any trace of urine. Taking careful steps he stopped at the nearest sink to clean his hands, while John combed his hair. The man was just about to say something when he noticed the expensive shoes now adorning John's size 11 feet. He stopped and stared for a few moments as John put away the comb, and said, "Have a nice day," turned and walked out of the restroom. He was now the one chuckling to himself. As he walked he found the shoes a little stiff, so he concentrated for moment and the problem was solved. He strolled up to the receptionist desk and asked to see the bank president Michael Adams; he was asked if he had an appointment by a cute little twentysomething that couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. "No, I don't have appointment, but I would like about three minutes of his time." John stated confidently. "Tell him John Smith is here to see him." Instead of picking up the phone, she stood up and walked down the hall to the president's office. He followed her with his eyes; she had a cute face, her name tag read Tammy Bowen, from the waist up she looked pretty normal, but as she rounded the row of desk he could see the large amount of weight she was carrying most of it on her thighs and butt. Curious, he sent a quick mental probe to learn a little more about her. She was 29 years old, single, lived alone with two cats and frustrated that none of the diets she's tried had helped her lose any of this weight. She would die to go out with someone like that confident young man at her desk, but no one takes her seriously because of her size. John let his eyes drop to her legs and he could see they were heavy and he suddenly was aware of the pain she was in when she walked, her derriere was large, not as large as it had been. Tammy had tried everything short of starving herself, but she couldn't seem to reduce her size and weight any further. Exercises only seemed to develop more muscle mass, she was miserable, but tried to remain pleasant. He continued to watch with interest as she entered the glass office and began persuading Mr. Adams to see the young man. John turned slightly and used the mirrors to continue watch, not wanting to be seen watching their conversation as Mr. Adams turned followed Tammy as she pointed to the reception area and John. She spent several minutes talking to him, and finally left the office smiling. A Gift From His Father Ch. 02 "Mr. Smith", she sang out still several steps away, but loud enough to catch John's ear, "Mr. Adams is finishing up a project and will be with you in about ten minutes would you care to wait?" "Certainly," John said, having a seat across from her desk. "I can wait a few minutes." "Great, "Tammy said, "Can I get you a cup of coffee or some water?" "Some water would be fine; it's a little warm today." John volunteered. Tammy smiled broadly, and when she smiled it was if someone had turned up the office lighting a notch. "I'll be right back, feel free to open up today's Wall Street Journal," she said as she waddled off. John could now feel her pain as she quickly walked to the kitchen. She did her best to ignore her pain in order to serve a customer. Right then he decided that he would fix that weight issue once and for all. He had never tried this before but was confident that he could, but maybe his father could offer some advice. "Dad are you there, I need to ask you something." He thought focusing on his father's presence in the ring. He was now able to sense his presence. But still there was no answer. He remembered the last time the spoke, his dad seemed to be cut off as if he was being restrained in some manner. The last time he tested his power; he simply focused his thought and willed a thing to happen. Suddenly he had a thought. "Father, I know you are here, I can feel your presence. I want you to answer my questions and answer when I call." John felt a little resistance but he sharpened his focus and resolve, he would hear his father's voice in his mind, again. "Johnny, you did it, my boy! Great work!" His father's voice sound relieved and much stronger than before. He continued. "I knew you would figure it out. You're a bright boy, young man, I should say." "Dad, what's going on? Where did you go?" "Johnny, I have a lot to tell you things that I wasn't able to earlier. There are limits to what I can reveal, regardless of what you command. But, now I have the time to share a few things and I can offer some limited guidance," he said. If John were able to see his father he would have sworn that he was flexing muscles and rubbing his arms trying to get circulation flowing again as if he was finally free of bonds that held him in place for a long time. His father spoke again. "Let me answer a couple of questions really quickly, because the receptionist is on her way back. You can help her like you helped me. Concentrate and focus on what you want to do. Don't worry about how it happens, simply concentrate on the results you want. You're a smart guy, and a quick learner, you're doing fine. Keep it up. I am not going anywhere." "Wait a minute," John thought, "how did you know the receptionist is returning?" "Johnny, I see everything you see and a little more...through the ring." "Here you are Mr. Smith," Tammy said as she reached out and handed him a bottle of cold water with a paper towel wrapped around it. "Mr. Adams shouldn't be much longer." "Thank you, Tammy," John said, as he reached forward to take the water, wrapping his hand around hers and concentrating very hard. "You are very kind, and your kindness won't go unnoticed." Tammy smiled broadly again and gentle freed her hand from his. Had she a handkerchief she would have fanned herself, she felt as if she was going to swoon. "Don't be silly, I am just doing my job." She blushed and took her seat. She pretended to be working but John could see her looking at him and dreaming what it would be like to have a guy like him fawn over her. John knew that she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. He willed the cellulite and fat to begin to melt off her immediately, so that in three days the skinny girl within would emerge. Furthermore, he convinced her subconscious to begin a regular exercise routine, simple at first, becoming more intricate and challenging monthly. Finally, her diet would be to eat small portions of good nutritious foods, no more sodas and no more junk food. She wouldn't need any diet fades when she was through. "Great job, Johnny," his dad said from within the ring. I have only a minute before Mike Adams arrives, I want you to tell him that you are my son and you are eighteen years old and your trust fund is open and available to you now. I will give you the account number when he asks, and you have your ID." "Wait a minute. What trust fund?" John asked. "No time. Call him Mike. I am the only person he's ever let get away with that," his father said. "Mr. Smith, I presume." The portly man extended a beefy hand to John who quickly stood and took the hand placing his left hand on top of both of them in the warmest of greetings. "Please, call me John. I understand that you knew my father, Dr. Zachary Smith." The large man visibly reacted. His face blushed but he quickly recovered. "Yes, I did know your father. Great guy, I am sorry for your loss," he said aloud, but thought, "My God, I didn't know the man had a son." He said, "Alright John, how can I be of service?" He gestured for John to begin walking with him to his office. Most of the female staff felt compelled to make an appearance along the route to the president's office drawn to see the dapper young man meeting with Mr. Adams and to show off their charms. Arriving at the plush office, Mr. Adams asked John to sit in one of the overstuffed brown leather chairs that were strategically place in front of his large regal desk. He slid behind it and plopped down into his large comfortable leather chair, which made John think of the British nursery rhyme, "Ole King Cole". "Mike, I understand that my trust fund is managed by your bank, and since I celebrated my eighteenth birthday a few months ago I am ready to manage my affairs." John said as a broad smile creep to his lips as he centered himself into the leather chair. Meanwhile, Ms. Lizzy Brooks slowly but steadily walked through the foyer into the familiar surroundings of the bank; she came here almost every day usually bringing cookies or some baked goods or candy for the staff. Lizzy was well over 100 years old and been a member of the community of Mountain View for longer than most residents had been alive. The old black woman was still in amazing shape for someone her age and had lost none of her wit and charms the years. She still stood tall at about 5'7" and had a lovely face and figure, causing all those whom she met to wonder what a beauty she must have been in her younger years. Her creamy tan skin only now began to show signs of her advanced age. She would be the first to admit that she was slowing down, but could still run circles around most of the staff at the assisted living community where she resides. Today she brought a basket of fresh muffins; she managed to make time to bake occasionally. She was a welcomed sight to the employees and managers and tried to make her appearance when she knew things were a little slower. She always began at Tammy's desk as she made the rounds, like their mail courier dropping off the daily mail. Michael Adams was pecking at the keyboard of his computer using his two index fingers, still fighting the information age single handedly, his reading glasses low on the bridge of his nose. "Well, let's see what we have here John, it says that your trust account has," he had to steady himself as he double checked to make sure he read it correctly, "...over $2 million dollars." "Should be just a little north of 2.5 by now if my math is correct," John's father said from the ring. "Should be closer to two five, if I am not mistaken," John said. "Would you make certain that I have access, the normal things, line of credit, ATM, Debit card and credit cards, I'll be back tomorrow around the same time to collect them." "Of course, John, will there be anything else we here at the Main Street Bank can do for you, please let me know." The humbled Michael Adams said, the last thing he needed was two million dollars of assets removed from his bank. John Smith just became one of his most important single customers. They shook hands and Mr. Adams was escorting John back to the receptionist desk, when they came upon Ms. Lizzy, distributing her muffins. Mr. Adams introduced John to the old woman, and having plenty of muffins, she offered one to John as well. She placed it in a napkin and put it in his hand, and when their hands touched a bolt of power left the ring, unseen by all and went through the old woman through to her body, to her very core, down to a diamond jewel permanently pierced in her labia majora, filling the jewel and radiating. The jolt shook her. Flashbacks of her younger self, lovers throughout her lifetime, memories and feelings all came rushing back to her in an instance. She relived all the pleasures, all her orgasms all at once. She closed her eyes and she saw him once again in her mind, her special lover and devoted husband. And something that hadn't happen in over twenty years, she began to become moist and the warmth began to spread outward from her clitoris throughout her entire being, it was like a battery recharging her life-force. She began to moan quietly, still aware of her surroundings. As she fell forward and John caught her. She could now feel his presence. How was that possible? The staff immediately surrounded her, thinking her time had finally come that she had suffered a stroke or a heart attack. Both John and his father felt the power leave through the ring. John didn't understand what had happened; did he unintentionally zap the poor old women? His dad understood it and felt an old presence still very weak, but growing very slowly stronger. He didn't believe it was possible. Within a few moments, Ms. Lizzy was again conscious, smiling and assuring everyone she was okay and that she was sorry for causing everyone a fright. In fact she sat up quickly, not only did she feel better than she had in months, but she felt stronger. "Ms. Lizzy, I swear you're gonna out live all of us," Tammy said and everyone agreed and cheered her as she stood, only to be gently pushed down into a chair and given a cup of cool water while being rapidly fanned. With the crisis over, Mr. Adams continued to escort John to the lobby. "Who did you say that old woman was, " John asked. "That was Ms. Lizzy Brooks," he replied and went on to tell all he knew about her, seizing the moment to demonstrate the kind of people he and his employee were in a vain attempt to win John over. John thought the timing was perfect to tell Mr. Adams to expect an out of work accountant to come to see him and that he was a friend of his. Mr. Adams understood immediately what was expected of him, they shook hands and exchanged a few last minute pleasantries, and John walked out to his mother's waiting Mercedes coupe. Meanwhile, Ms. Lizzy had completely recovered and convince her bank family the paramedics weren't necessary, but reluctantly accepted a ride back to her retirement community. Before she left she asked who the handsome young man was who had caught her. She was told by more than one, that's what they were all trying to find out, before Tammy told her it was John Smith. John started the car up and pulling out of the parking lot, he said, "Well, you are pretty quiet. What was all that with the old woman? Did you feel that release of power? I had to check my pants; it felt almost like I had ejaculated. He caught his breath and then said, "Two million dollars! Are you kidding me! Wow! How was that possible?" "Yeah, Johnny that was kind of cool, I have to admit. I have been saving it for you for a while and wanted to surprise you." "Consider me surprised again. I guess I will be able to afford a new car after all," he chuckled. "But I am still curious about that incident with that old woman. Do you know her?" "I used to know an Elizabeth Brooks, but that was many years ago, she would have to be a hundred years old by now. That couldn't be her," he lied, for he knew now that it was indeed her but he wasn't ready to tell John everything yet. Changing the subject, "I like what you did with Tammy. The ring is energized in two ways, by good deeds, like what you did for Tammy and sexual energy. In other words, when you have orgasms and when others around you have orgasms, or you are building to one, it creates an energy that feeds the ring. It's all about balance. You'll see. You can have a great deal of fun as long as you are kind and help others," he said. "You are going to be having a great deal of sex." "Dad, I am just eighteen, I have been thinking of nothing else but having sex since puberty. This is a dream come true. Hey, how do you feel about going shopping for some new wheels, you can help me pick out a couple of cars, we can get the ball rolling and have them delivered tomorrow after Mike gets my accounts set up." "Two cars, I like your style. I said you were a fast learner. Lead the way." With that comment, they both erupted into belly laughs. During the remainder of the day, Tammy found herself having to go the restroom a lot. She was becoming concerned that she may coming down with something until she noticed that her legs weren't hurting as much with each trip to the lavatory, soon there was no pain. On her last trip before going home for the day she noticed that her pants were hanging very loose on her. She decided to stop at the grocery to pick up a salad for dinner, instead of having her microwave lasagna. After eating she felt full and decide to go to bed early and get a good night's rest instead of staying up to watch late night TV. In the morning Tammy woke up, ten minutes before the alarm went off. That was unusual, because she normally found herself hitting the snooze button a couple of times before finally getting up. She all but jumped out of bed, strolled into her bathroom and stood before her mirror. She rubbed her eyes because her reflection didn't look quite right. As she stood there staring at herself she shifted her weight from one foot the next and her panties, slid down her legs and fell at her feet. She was startled. That was strange. She looked in her full length mirror and thought that her butt looked smaller. She dusted off the scale and stood on it and couldn't believe what it read. She had lost ten pound overnight. How was that possible? She stepped into the shower and found that it seemed roomier than she remembered. She noticed that she could see her toes and her belly seemed smaller. She was elated. She scrubbed herself good and was feeling sexy so decided to examine her breast which seemed also to have shrunk some. She rubbed her nipples and almost lost her balance, the feeling was so much more stimulating than before, her nipples were much more sensitive and she couldn't stop playing with them. The feeling was amazing and before she knew it her left hand had found its way between her legs. She muffled a scream and found herself climaxing quickly. She didn't know what was going on, but she liked it, and the day was starting off great. Going to her closet, she found everything she tried on too big and hung on her. As a last resort she pulled out an old dress that she hadn't wore since high school and tried it on. It not only fit, but her legs looked pretty good, lots of the cellulite seemed to have melted away. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad. She decided to take a chance and go with it. Lizzy Brooks had an interesting night, and for the first time in nearly twenty years she had many erotic dreams. She was tempted to dig through her closet to see if she could find her old vibrator, until she remembered that if she found it the batteries would be dead. She couldn't believe that this old girl was having such thoughts, but she pulled on her sagging breast and nipples and fingered her sparsely gray haired vagina and enjoyed several wonderful orgasms. In the morning when she rose she felt better than ever. The arthritis in her back seemed to have gone away. Her muscles felt stronger and tighter. She put on her glasses and bounced out of bed surprised at the speed in which she was able to move. She hurried into the bathroom and was stun to see the face looking back at her. It was a bit blurry, when she removed her glasses she noticed her vision had improved. The face staring back at her was one she hadn't seen in fifty years. Her face had lost all of the wrinkles she had earned over time. It was youthful face of a woman half her age. The mole just north of the left corner of her mouth was once again a "beauty mark" and not a mole ready to sprout hair. Her long white hair which was wound around her head was now longer and had changed to a light brown with a few traces of gray mixed through it. She notice that her nightgown was fitting her much tighter, peeling it off she found that her breast no long hung low but seemed to have become much more full and sagged only slightly from their new position high upon her chest, they were no longer asymmetric, but full and twins of each other. Her areolas were full circles again. With a trembling hand she reached for and captured a nipple and a sighing loudly as they were more sensitive then she could have ever imagined them to be. She had to pull herself away from them to look lower. She wished she had a full length mirror, because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She has a full brown bush of matching hair covering her sex. She moved her hands to find the diamond jewel that pierced her vagina brightly shining as if it was plugged into an electric source. It was no longer the pale white crystal, it had become those many years ago, now it was flexing with all the colors of the rainbow. "What is going on," she thought, as her hands seemed to take on a life of their own, pulling, rubbing and probing so much she had to lie down. She thought she should stop but couldn't. After thirty minutes and three of the most intense orgasms she had ever induced she was able to tear her hands away from her needy sex. "Damn, that feels so good. I have got to find a partner!" She thought. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 03 Penny Jones was making her rounds of the assisted living facility where she worked, checking on her assigned residents. Her last stop that morning was her favorite; she loved her morning visits with Ms. Lizzy Brooks. She was so delightful a person, Penny loved talking with the old woman, not so much for the wisdom that she had accumulated over the more than 100 years of life, but for the kindness that she so readily displayed. She seemed to truly care more about others than for herself and had a great sense of humor. She had slowed down a bit, and she had given Penny permission to enter her apartment using her pass key, which is what she was accustomed to doing. She turned the key and called out announcing herself. "Ms. Lizzy, it's me Penny Jones. I am here to check on you, are you awake?" Ms. Lizzy had just finished rubbing herself to her third consecutive orgasm, and was working on the fourth when she heard the Penny's call. Two thoughts immediately entering in to Ms. Lizzy's thoughts, for reasons she didn't quite understand she had somehow grown younger overnight, it might be smarter to keep that a secret for now and the second she was hornier than she could ever remember being it had been decades since she had been intimate with another person, maybe Penny would be able to scratch the itch she couldn't quite reach. "I am awake and still in the bedroom, can you give me a few minutes," she asked as she got up from the bed and admired her newly regenerated naked body in her dresser mirror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "How do I explain this," she wondered, rubbing her strong hands over her much younger body, which began to distract her again. "Take your time Ms. Lizzy, do you want me to fix you a cup of tea?" Penny's response broke the spell, but gave Ms. Lizzy an idea. She replied, "Yes dear, that would be wonderful, I'll be out in a minute." Moving surprisingly fast, she pulled on her robe, brushed her teeth, pausing long enough to admire how strong her teeth felt and how good they looked. She wrapped her hair and pulled it under her favorite shower cap and put her thick glasses on, despite no longer being able to see clearly through them, she found her cane, which she rarely used, but knew it would complete her cover. She taking one last look in the mirror, she had to look over her glasses to see that she looked enough like her old self not to alarm Penny. She practiced her old tentative walk a few times and decided that she was ready and opened the door to find Penny seated on her couch reading last month's copy of "Black Enterprise". "Good Morning, sweetie," she said as she gingerly entered the room, "so nice to see you this morning." "Thank you, Ms. Lizzy," Penny said putting down the periodical and coming forward to hug the old woman. "Did you sleep well? You look a little different this morning." "Oh my," Lizzy replied, "I hope I am not coming down with something. I feel fine! I do look a mess," she said as she patted her face and robe. "To what do I owe the visit?" "Miss Lizzy, I am just making my morning rounds." "Is it 10 AM already? I must have lost track of time," she said and thought, "time does fly when you are having fun." "Well, I won't keep you. I'll just check your meds and food stocks and be out of your hair," Penny said as she went into the kitchen and did a thorough check. "You are low on your 'Bystolic pills', do you want me to order more?" Not waiting for an answer, Penny moved quickly to the refrigerator and did a quick inventory. As she was bending and looking into the refrigerator, Lizzy couldn't help admiring the young woman's physique, she was average height, a little on the thin side, but not skinny. It was hard to tell her breast size and cup, probably an A or B. She looked absolutely adorable in her business suite. She was so sweet and still very professional when the situation called for it. She could have been a fashion model, copper colored skin, straight black hair, high cheekbones, petite nose, flawless creamy complexion and an award winning smile. Lizzy couldn't believe what she was feeling. She hadn't been attracted to another woman in decades, she sighed as she inhaled the younger woman's fragrant scent. "Looks like you need some milk and butter. Do you want me to order your regular assortment of fruit and vegetables, too?" Penny asked, she felt that Ms. Lizzy was near, standing she saw her staring at her with a funny look on her face. "Ms. Lizzy are you okay," the concern in her voice was evident knowing too well the old woman had cheated time and could go at any time. She took several steps and reached for and taking Lizzy's hand, her pulse seemed fast. The touch of the young woman was too much for her, dropping her cane she pulled Penny into her embrace and finding her face planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. Penny was caught completely off guard, she was startled and gently pulled inches away attempting to scold the old woman, but Lizzy caught her eyes and looked deeply into them for the longest moment and entered her mind. She could feel the young woman's confusion, she had a strong mind and fought to resist. "No, this is wrong," she insisted, but Lizzy pressed hard and her defenses fell shattered around her and she surrendered. Lizzy led her the short distance to couch and began to undress her, and Penny helped. As soon as she was naked Lizzy stepped back to admire her beauty. She was every bit as lovely as Lizzy imagined her to be. Lizzy pulled off her glasses and shower cap, shook out her hair and tossed aside her robe. Penny couldn't believe the younger version of the old woman she once knew. Her frail body was replaced by a full set of luscious breast, a firm muscular abdomen and long shapely legs, with an abundant amount of curly black hair and a sparkling diamond jewel was peeking out beneath the long curls. Penny asked, "How is this possible." Lizzy simply stepped closer to Penny and once again entering mind, "And so it begins again," she thought. "What begins again, "Penny asked. "Never mind, young one, let us proceed." They kissed again very passionately, in a kiss that seemed to know no time, and when the kiss was broken, Penny walked to the bedroom pulling Lizzy by the hand. Arriving at the bed Penny took one of Lizzy's ample breasts into her mouth and began nursing on the large nipple, while squeezing the breast as if trying to get her mother's milk. Lizzy moaned. She had long forgotten these wonderful feelings, it was if she was feeling them new for the first time, they seemed stronger and better somehow. She had forgotten how much she loved sex. How could she have forgotten these feelings, they were so intense and so fine. Reclining into the bed and lying on her back, using pillows to support her she watched and continued urging Penny work her magical tongue. Alternating between each breast, Penny knew just what would feel good. Lizzy couldn't believe how wet she had become and mentally commanded Penny to taste her secretions. Penny had never had sex with another woman, but she knew what she liked and while rearranging her position decided to begin there. She licked along the outer lips, occasionally stopping to smooth away a stray hair. But Lizzy was too excited to be toyed with and Penny knew she needed to dive in. She began to drink in the delicious nectar, she thought that she had never tasted anything so good before, she was becoming drunk on it and when it was gone she needed more and knew how to get it. First using her tongue she found Lizzy's clitoris already peeking out from its hood. She licked it and was rewarded immediately with soft sighs and moans. Using her teeth guarded with her lips she began a gentle chewing. It was soon too much for Lizzy to bear and she exploded in the strongest orgasm that she could remember. Penny began climaxing too, but did her best to continued drinking the sweet nectar. Just as both women were enjoying the pleasing feelings, an enormous energy bolt exploded from the diamond pin piercing Lizzy's labia. It arced out like a lightning bolt, the explosion not only knocked Penny back onto her back but causing both women to shutter and writhe as their waning orgasms renewed strength in and doubled in it intensity, causing both to lose consciousness. ----------------------------------- Tammy went about her daily chores effortlessly, greeting customers, answering questions, and fielding numerous phone calls. At lunch she ate a small salad and put on her new cross trainers and walked for twenty minutes before returning to her desk. During her walk she saw an outfit in one of the women's clothing stores and decided that she would do some shopping that evening after work. The rest of the day was a blur and passed quickly, although continued having to use the ladies room frequently, but she didn't care. After work she found herself in the clothing store and attempting to explain to the clerk, a petite young blonde girl that she was dieting and needed to find new clothes. When asked what her size was she replied she was a size 18. The clerk shook her head, doubting that was still the case and asked how she had been dieting. When Tammy told her just a few days, the clerk looked at her suspiciously and said that can't be right and pulled out her tape measurer. "You measurements are 39-31-41 that would make you a size 16," she said as a matter of fact. Tammy began laughing hysterically, after a moment, she regained her composure. "You're serious," she asked while fanning herself. "Of course," the clerk replied. "What were you expecting, what did you think your measurements were?" "Well, she hesitated, the last time I measured I was 42-35-46," she replied blushing slightly. "You expect me to believe that you lost three inches on you bust, four inches on your waist and five inches on your hips in one day? I am sorry, but that is simply not possible," the clerk replied. "I don't know what to tell you, but none of my clothes fit and I need a few outfits to hold me over until I stop loosing, can you help me?" Tammy pleaded. Sensing a business opportunity the clerk said. "Let's assume that you are losing weight and inches at that pace, anything that you buy would be too big for you in a couple of days," the clerk reasoned. "But tell you what I am going to do. I will sell you two outfits, if they are too big for you by the end of the week, I'll exchange them for smaller sizes, no questions asked. But, if you somehow become a celebrity due to your dieting, you promise to endorse my store?" "This is your store?" "Yes, me and the bank," the clerk and store owner stated, hoping that she wouldn't regret this decision, as business wasn't good and she needed any help she could get. "Okay, you have a deal," Tammy agreed after seeming to ponder it for a few seconds. "But, I need everything, shoes, and lingerie and business suits." After about two hours trying on various clothing and outfits Tammy returned home with several bags and boxes of new clothing and shoes and was looking forward to the next day at work. -------------------------------- John had spent half the day at the car dealership and although he could have simply had the sales staff do his bidding, he decided to refrain from using his powers, in the end the salesman that had pounced on him as he was exiting his mother's red Mercedes Benz turned out to be a decent guy and would score two sales with a single customer, something that rarely happened to him. With a quick phone call to the bank, John had a line of credit and drove home a green Ford F-150 Pickup loaded with all the options. He also had plenty of time to talk with his father, whom had somehow had his consciousness infused within the ring after his death, the very ring he now worn on his right hand. He patiently listened to his dad's vague answers to his specific questions. The disemboweled voice that only he could hear in his mind seemed only to admit that he was there in the ring as a result of a series of poor decisions on his part, and that his long life abruptly came to an end as punishment. He refused to tell John just how old he was; instead he admitted that he had lived much longer than he had even imagined was possible, hinting that he was well over a hundred years old when he died, despite looking to be in his mid-fifties. John asked about the rings origins and every question he could think of, but again he frustrated by half answers, which only led him to more questions. As when John asked about the circumstances surrounding how he came to possess the ring. The thing with the strange box and being asked to use his DNA to open it seemed a little out of place for an ancient ring. His dad would only admit that he was a bit of a science nerd and it was important that the ring didn't fall into the wrong hand. That made sense so John didn't press. He was happy to get any answers and to finally be able to get to know his father even if it was in a less corporal way. Suddenly it dawned on him that he still hadn't heard from April, so he dialed her number while concentrating on her to answer the call. She answered on the first ring. "Hello John," she said trying to act as if she didn't want to talk to him. "Hey Ape, you've been avoiding me, what's up?" She took a deep breath and told him that she thought that he and his mother were having an affair and that she couldn't be a part of something so wrong and began to cry. Taking a few moments to regain her composure, she continued telling him how much she had enjoyed their time together until that moment. John let her vent, and when she seemed to be talked out he told her that his mother was out town with her new boyfriend and that there was nothing between them that a mother and son shouldn't be sharing. Finally, he asked her to come over so that he could make it up to her. She said that she would be there in about thirty minutes, but arrived in ten. Before John opened the door he was trying to decide how much if any should he tell her. He wasn't sure, but he realized that if she reacted badly, he could always begin again. It was all so strange. Although he was enjoying his new abilities, he had a constant reminder that he had to be careful of what he did. And all this was causing him to grow up a little faster than he wanted, but he accepted that too. He was beginning to understand what his father was trying to tell him, everything had changed indeed. The rules which he had lived his entire life had now changed, and the best advice he had was to be good to others and don't take advantage too much, mostly try to keep a balance. He was nervous about having all this power and very little experience; he didn't want to do something he couldn't repair. And he did have his father to provide some guidance. "Well," he shrugged, "I can't complain about being bored." As he walked to the door, he changed his clothes to fit his mood, Dockers slacks, a loose fitting muscle shirt and no shoes. Arriving at the door and sensed April's presence on the other side and opened the door, "Hey you," he said as he laid eyes on her. She looked stunning; she was wearing a floral printed Tommy Bahama beach blossoms halter dress, which showed off her curves in the most flattering way. "I was going to make you wait, but decided the hell with it," she said. "Are you going to ask me in or undress me out here on the porch?" "In due time," he teased, "turn around, please." She played their little game, and twirled slowly in her white sandaled feet, as he whistled his approval. "Do you like," she asked already knowing the answer. "You know it," he said, "come on in." She stepped into the house and reached up wrapping her hands around his neck as he closed the door and said, "I've missed you." Before he could reply she placed her lips against his and kissed him. John responded and their tongues danced, swirled and probed each other's mouths, increasing their combined temperatures to the boiling point. John resisted stripping her of her clothes deciding that they had plenty of time and pulled her into the living room and onto the overstuffed couch. They embraced again and continued making out. After several minutes, April pulled away and slid out of her dress, revealing her small pert breast and mocha leopard lace-trim cheeky panties, prompting another whistle from John. She twirled again on the toes of one foot, having removed her sandals and sauntered back to the couch where John waited more than ready. She pushed him back and began to open his pants, while he pulled his shirt over his head and helped her slide his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Before kneeling between his legs she took his bobbing erection in her hands, and began licking its length, paying close attention to the sensitive underside. Gently grasping his testicles she fondled them as she slid her mouth over the helmet like head taking as much as she could down her throat. She was new to oral sex, and eager to learn what to do. John was enjoying their play, he was feeling very good and wished that April would take him deeper into her throat. Suddenly emboldened, she took him deeper than she thought she could, he was big, bigger than any of the other boys she'd attempted this with, and she was amazed and proud that she didn't gag. John was getting that slight itch that signaled his pending release, he didn't want to surprise April, she was doing so good a job. "Ape, I am going to come," he said as his posture stiffened, "Ahhhhh." April simply relaxed and accepted all he had to give and was amazed to find that he tasted like butterscotch. She loved butterscotch. "How strange," she thought and then dismissed the thought as she swallowed and tried to get more. "Whoa Ape, give me a minute," and then he thought why not and he came again this time he thought it only fair that she come too. This time as she drank his juice she began to feel her orgasm began to radiate from deep within her center and radiate to every nerve ending in her body. And then it was like it bounced back and intensified causing her to release John's still hard penis watching it wave back and forth as she fell back on to her cute little derriere and pushed both her hands into her panties. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, "this is amazing, "the last syllable seemed to echo through the house, finally she could only pant trying to catch her breath. "What the hell was that?" John smiled looking down at her as she sat there on the living room floor with her hands massaging herself and her panties sitting half way down her thighs, not saying a word. Finally he leaned forward and said. "Want some more? "Hell yes," she said gracefully sliding her legs out of her panties, jumping to her feet and leaping into Johns waiting arms. As he caught her she effortlessly slid him inside. April couldn't believe how good it felt having him there. Sure, they had been together the other night and it was good, but this was off the charts. She felt so good and so full and they were just getting started. She screamed something indistinguishable and began to ride John like her life depended upon it. Each stroke feeling just a little better and before long she felt a strong orgasm forming but didn't want to stop, instead she continued to grind herself upon John even harder. Like a surfer paddling past the breaking surf, April found she had gotten over the first wave of intense pleasure as she felt a second building quickly. She tried to paddle past this one too, but it was much stronger and she found herself losing the battle, but she persisted, and somehow she had come through that one, too. She was sweating heavily now, but kept riding John harder. It wasn't long before she felt yet another much more intense wave of pleasure rising so quickly she didn't have time to brace herself and as it hit her she lost all control. John grabbed her legs and hung on to her, she was like a bull rider now holding on as if her life itself depended on it. Too soon it all became too much and she collapsed, John caught her and cradling her in his arms as she sobbed. They were still connected and John couldn't help but giggle to himself and flex inside her causing her react with an audible gasp and a tighter grip. A Gift From His Father Ch. 03 John stood; it was tricky at first as he carried April up with him, but using his new strength he easily adapted to the extra weight and was able to remain inside her. He turned and looked back at the couch, it was ruined. Their combined juices having saturated the pillows and the distinctive smell of sex would likely never come out. For a moment John was worried, then he smiled and both the odor and stain were gone. Smiling at his work he turned and strolled to his bedroom, loving the friction that the movement was causing as he walked. He would have to try this position later, it gave him so much more control, he thought. Arriving in his room, he placed April lightly on his bed and lowering himself on top began to slowly move within her. Using long slow deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back into her slowly, he enjoying the feeling while bending he watched where their bodies were joined and continued his pace. After a minute he felt her stir. She began a soft moan and then opened her eyes and he kissed her, while he maintained his pace. She began trembling and gripped him tightly. She moaned loudly. Using his arms as support he reached his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to nurse. That was too much for her and she exploded. She heard a loud scream; it was obviously someone in the throngs of passion and then realized it was she doing the screaming. John was ready to release another load, he grunted an added his voice to the passion echoing throughout the empty house. They cuddled in the aftermath and drifted off to sleep still in each other's arms. They slept soundly until around 9AM until sunlight pierce the heavy curtains at the point where they should have overlapped, a beam of light cut through the dark room falling into both of their faces. John woke first. "Hey, sleepyhead," John said as he opened his eyes squinting and holding up his hand to block the sun's ray. "Hey yourself," April said as she snuggled closer to John feeling his hard naked body, while pushing her long hair from her face. "That was some night we had." "Yeah, that was something," he agreed realizing that it was now time to talk. He was hungry though and was torn between grabbing a shower first, which would lead to more sex or just get up and get something to eat, or simply satisfy all his needs with a thought. This was a strange way to preserve things. But he understood the need to cuddle and process things, so he turned off his hunger pains and set himself up to give April his full attention. "What was that thing you were doing," she asked. You seemed to know what I wanted and needed before I even knew myself. I haven't had much experience with oral sex and I was able to deep throat your monster easily. And I have never come without any genital stimulation before." John simply looked at her and stroked her hair while she processed their first full night of sex. "And when I took you inside me, it was if there wasn't any better feeling in the world and it just kept getting better and better. I didn't know I was capable of multiple orgasms, did I pass out?" On his elbow now, John was now tracing his fingers along the swells of her small breast. Her nipples were hardening into little pebbles. She had fallen silent, not sure if she was simply enjoying her arousal or if something else was going on, so he decided to probe her thoughts. Overall she was quite content; he was doing a good job of warming her up for more sex, as she watched him watch her while playing with her breast. He learned that she was self-conscious about the size of her breast. She was but a "B" cup and always envied the girls with large bosoms. John thought about it for a minute, why not make her wish come true. He continued to play, alternating between each of her nipples, pulling on them he lengthen them to about a half inch. She didn't notice, simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensuous feeling. Then he watched while he inflated both simultaneously, as he used both hands to massage the soft tissue. Since she was lying down on her back, he couldn't judge very easily how large they had grown when he stopped. He also decided to make her nipples more sensitive to the touch, so that playing with them could allow her to reach orgasm. He looked at his work and was pleased, so he took one nipple in his mouth and the other between his thumb and forefinger. April quickly began to moan and sigh, he continued and she shuttered into a quick and unexpected climax. "Oooohhhh, ahhhh" she shrieked, her newly enlarger breast rocked back and forth to John's delight. A minute later she had recovered and regained the ability to process thought and asked, "Where did that come from? That was amazing; I have never come from having my breast suckled." She sat up abruptly and felt a weigh pulling from her chest, looking down she was stunned to see twin double DD breast proudly wobbling. "Oh my God, my breasts have grown huge. They are ginormous!" There was panic in her voice as she reached up to lift the new enhanced mammary glands, one in each hand. They were more than twice their original size, her nipples were long, hard and peeking through her fingers as she hefted the new weigh to show John. John pretended to be as surprised as April was waiting to see how things played out. "Look at these," she said, "How could this have happened," gripping the new flesh to emphasis their new size. But in doing so she squeezed her very sensitive nipples between her fingers and she sighed heavily. "Ohhh, my," she breathed and gripped them harder. Releasing her breast she pulled on each nipple and groaned as she fell back to the mattress in shock and surprise as the pleasure erupted inside her. She was squealing now as she rocked back and forth as her orgasms began to catch up with her. "What's happening to me," she gasped, "John, help me I can't stop myself." John was growing a little concerned, but he looked into her mind and saw that she was excited and yet scared. She had heard of late blooming, but not overnight. That didn't seem possible. John held her and verbally told her to relax, while he continued to probe her mind. She was excited and was imagining all the possibilities and clothes she would be able to wear, what her girlfriends would say, the looks the guys would be giving her, what John must think. She was still lightly pulling on her nipples enjoying the light buzz that they were giving her. She suddenly thought "If it feels this good pulling on my nipples what must it feel like to suck them," and without a second thought she shamelessly lifted her right breast and lowered her mouth taking her nipple into her mouth and began to suck. "Ohhhh," she moaned around her enlarged nipple. "This is too good," she thought, "I have got to stop this or I will go mad." Just as she was about to stop she felt John's mouth on her other nipple and she lost it completely and screamed letting her tit fall from her mouth, grabbing it with one hand and shoving her other between her legs. John was of course again ready for action, all this play had made him so hard he was aching, he slid around and found April's flowing lips and she almost sucked him inside her. They danced this way in missionary position until John flipped her over and began to saw in and out of her from behind enjoying the view of her newly lush breast sway back and forth. Finally when April thought she couldn't come anymore John erupted and they both collapsed back into the bed sweaty and gasping for breath. "I never knew sex could bed so good," April said, "I want more, but I am tired, thirsty and hungry." She pulled on his softening penis as it slipped out of her. She wanted to lick him clean, but was too tired to move. "Look," John said, while pulling himself up from the bed. "You stay here. I will be back with refreshments in a few minutes." As he walked to the door he probe her mind again to see what she wanted to eat and drink and then padded down the hall to the kitchen. April just laid there drenched in sweat and lovemaking juices; she had just had mind blowing, life altering sex that must have caused her small breast to mushroom three times their original size. That was impossible, but what other reason could there be for this to have happened. She wrapped her hands around her enormous tits and once again. She pulled a nipple into her mouth again and thought, "I never thought I would be able to do this," sucking gently trying not to over excite herself, "Now I know what all the fuss is about." Time seemed to have slipped away from her because no sooner had he left than John returned with a tray full of all the foods she was thinking of, pancakes, sausages, eggs, coffee and orange juice. "Am I interrupting," John asked as he watched April nibbling on her newest favorite toy. "I don't know what is wrong with me, I just can't help myself," she confessed. "I might have to become a nudist." "That wouldn't be so bad," John replied, "Eat up before it gets cold," he said as he picked up a sausage and popped it into his mouth. "I need a shower." April almost lunged at the tray of food in front of her, she was famished. "I'd be there in a few minutes, don't use up all the hot water," she called after him. Quickly consumed most of the food on the tray, and leaving a few pancakes for John, she found walking into the bathroom would take some getting used to, her center of gravity seemed to have shifted and every step she took her breast wobbled much to her amusement, she was so very proud of her new assets. As she joined John in the shower, he couldn't help but admire his work, it was the first time that he saw her vertical. April now has the same proportions as the "Barbie", (the doll) she was a little "top heavy", for her height. Of course he could fix that, too. But, he decided to hold back, this was already a lot for April to accept and he thought she was handling it well, but was ready to make a few mental adjustments if necessary. Even in their relaxed state April's nipples were still huge, "I may have overdone it a bit," he thought, "And I may have made them too sensitive." He decided that he would strengthen her back muscle so that she could easily deal with the new weight, tone down the sensitivity and size of her nipples while at rest and if she wanted, they would return to their current state. Finally, he made certain they would remain firm, although he liked when they hung down a little, but he wanted to make sure that she would always be proud of them, so it would be as if she could control their shape and firmness by simply willing it. Stepping under the water only made her tits look better. She washed them, John washed theme and they became the center of their attention, until John slid down her legs to do the only thing he hadn't yet done with April. As he washed her pussy, he decided to trim her pubic area. He asked if she had ever thought about shaving. She said that she had, but had let it grow back because she wasn't dating at the time. She had meant to shave before coming over, but forgot. John was now between her legs fingering her while she was leaning against the shower walls, panting and holding her breast and nipples and enjoying the pleasant feelings. John tried different pubic haircuts. First he cropped all her hair real close, not liking that he cut it to a wide landing strip and then narrowing it a little at a time until he made it all disappear. He decided he liked the bald look for the time being. He pushed a little on her mind so that she would think that she did make the time to shave before coming over. In fact, she had treated herself to a "Brazilian" wax. With that chore done, John began to lick around April's larger lips, enjoying the feel of her on his tongue. She was wet from the shower and their combined play, but the shower was getting in the way, so with a thought John turned off the water, April was too preoccupied to notice. He tapped into her thoughts to learn if she liked what he was doing and what she wanted him to do more or less. She was thoroughly enjoying his ministration and was secreting copious amounts of honey, which John lapped up like a thirsty man in a desert. He purposely stayed away from her clitoris hood knowing it was driving her crazy until it retracted and exposed her engorged clit. Using quick short licks he had her on the edge. Finally, he began to lick her clit; he could see the fireworks going off in her mind. It was dizzying. He shut off her thoughts to him and continued to munch until she came hard and slid down to the shower floor, no longer able to stand. After several minutes she panted, "John, you've been holding out on me," she said, where did you learn how to do that?" She moaned. After a short rest, they were at it again, they showered again and finally left the bathroom to dress and begin the day. April pulled on her dress and found that not only she could she not button the top, but she couldn't get both breast into the tiny dress. "Oh my God, I am not going to be able to wear half of my clothes, what am I going to do," she lamented. "Allow me," John said, as he handed her one of his debit cards. I just learned that I have inherited a large sum of money from my newly deceased father. Buy what you need on me." "What," she asked, "really?" She really didn't want to take advantage of him, particularly after all that had happened but she was in a real bind. "Okay, just this once, but I am going to get only the necessities and then I am returning this card, okay?" She giggled, thinking of the shopping she was going to have to do. Then she became quiet and said. "Johnny, I have to ask you one thing though," she hesitated and John thought that he'd been busted and was ready to deal with the consequences, "the way you made love to me, you have a lot of experience, I mean a LOT of experience, who have you been practicing with? Are you having sex with your mother?" John was relieved. After all that he had done and all that April had experienced she was stuck on the incident with his mother. "No, Ape, I am not now or am I ever going to have sex with my mother. That night she was sleepwalking. She was overly excited to be going on the first date in years with a doctor she had known from work. That's all," he assured her. She believed him. He pulled out one of his old sweatshirts and handed it to her, "put this over your dress and get yourself to the mall pronto. We can't have you arrested for indecent exposure," he kidded her. He walked her to the door and she turned and kissed him tenderly, "thanks Johnny, a girl could get used to being treated this way. I love you," she pulled him closer and her new breast abruptly stopped her forward progress and they both laughed. He walked her out to her car and they said goodbye again. As she drove off, he heard his father's voice emanating from the ring into his mind. "You handled that well, I must say. Much different than the way I would have, but perhaps that is why I am serving time in this ring. I can't believe that she actually believed that bull about delayed breast growth due to sexual activity," he chuckled. John walked back into the house and closed the door when out of nowhere a bolt of energy seemed to engulf him. It sparkled and glittered about him. He became extremely aroused, his erection threatening to rip his pants apart. He could see images in his mind of two naked women immensely enjoying themselves, one younger than the other, the younger one servicing the older one with her tongue, he could then feel their combined excitement, and then taste it. It was so strong it was if he was there and this all was happening now. He felt a strong surge of power; it felt good, better than if he had the strongest orgasm in his life and he actually looked to see if in fact he had. But he didn't. As the feeling began to dissipate, he felt stronger, the strongest he had ever felt. New power was coursing through him. Finally, the glow disappeared sucked into the ring, but the new strength remained. John remained quiet for a moment, and then he sent his thoughts out, "Dad, what the hell was that?" You did feel that, right," he asked. "My God," his father said, "she's still alive!" (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 04 Mary Smith was in love. She was in love with her new freedom, being able to enjoy herself as she pleased untethered by the bonds of her service to Dr. Zachary Smith, the father of her son Johnny. Now that he was dead she was free, free to date and even marry if she wishes. This was the first time she had been with another man in a very long time and she wasn't sure exactly how to behave, but she was thoroughly enjoying her weekend with Jim; the Cabo San Lucas weather was delightful this time of year. They participated in every outdoor activity from parasailing to water skiing and at Jim's suggestion even tried snorkeling for the first time. Jim had rented a boat that first day, she felt so uninhibited and relaxed that she actually removed her bikini top while working on her tan and reluctantly put it back on when returning to the harbor. Although she had a great deal of experience in most forms of sexual intimacy, she was a little rusty having not been able to practice in many years. Jim was the perfect gentleman, and followed Mary's lead so as not to push her faster than she wanted to go, which turned out to be further than Jim could have hoped, this being technically their first date. Both quickly became so very comfortable together you would have thought they had been a couple for years. It turned out that Jim was also very experienced and to Mary's delight was endowed with a larger than average extension of manhood and knew just how to use it. Mary decided to play it cool, and slowly over the next several days reveal to Jim the variety of sexual pleasures she enjoyed. Jim for his part turned out to be quite the cunninglinguist, and seemed to love feeding on Mary's juices more than breathing. Mary was happy that she had taken her girlfriends advice and stopped at the salon to have her pubic bush tamed to a small "landing strip"; it was that first night that Jim saw the diamond stud piercing her labia that told him he was in for a great weekend. He slowly licked around the jewel pulling it occasionally with his teeth which caused Mary great pleasure. They moved into a classic sixty nine and Mary displayed her latent oral skills, swallowing not just the entire length of his manhood, but the sweet nectar that she coaxed from him. Each encounter seemed to be a contest of one-upmanship each time; they raised the stakes to see who could give the other the most pleasure. On this their final night in Cabo, the romantic dinner, plenty of liquor, and soft jazz music combined to create the perfect effect and when Mary and Jim returned to their room they were like a couple of teenagers who had finally been able to sneak away to have sex. As soon as they entered the room Mary jumped to her knees and released Jim's straining tool from it confinement. She wasted no time licking up and down the shaft and holding his shaft with one hand while she sucked his large balls into her mount one at a time, before deep throating him again. As he began to feel the pleasant itch of the impending release, he gently tugged and reluctantly she allowed him to slide from of her throat. Mary rose, turned and bent over the bed leaning on her out stretched arms; Jim tossed her long skirt over her glorious ass and was ecstatic to see she hadn't worn any panties. He fingered her moist pussy rubbing the diamond stud and then pushed his stiff rod deep into her hitting bottom and eliciting a passionate moan from Mary. Then pulling back slowly until the head was close to her opening, he could feel her lips pulling at the helmet head. It felt so good, then forcefully he pushed back mightily as Mary pushed back to meet his stroke. He pushed his hands under her loose fitting blouse and grabbed both of her hanging tits and Mary screamed in delight, while he continued to saw in and out of her slowly increasing his pace. ---------------------- After three days, people at the bank were beginning to notice that the fat young receptionist had lost significant weight and was no longer fat; in fact she was beginning to give the office "hotties" serious competition. Since she mostly went unnoticed no one knew when she began to lose the extra pounds. She was down to a size 8 and measured 36-28-36 and young enough that her skin was tight leaving nothing to show that she had been anything more than her current size. With her new wardrobe many of her regular customers didn't recognize her and though that sweet Tammy had been replaced with a new girl until they saw her face, which was usually the third place the men seemed to look. She had taken a few chances with her attire choices, revealing much more skin and cleavage that she ever dreamed that she could. No one complained and it did seem to increase foot traffic into the bank particular after her daily walks. She was even able to steer a few new customers to the little boutique where she had a special arrangement with the store owner/sales clerk. She was so pleased that things were going so well and when she learned that John Smith had an appointment with Mr. Adams the next day she was determined to ask him out and wouldn't accept no for an answer. All the women seemed to know about the pending appointment, she learned through the office gossip, John Smith apparently had made quite an impression on the female staff. Tammy may have some competition for his attention, she thought, but she was determined to do whatever it takes, she swore as felt her panties dampen. ---------------------- April returned home with several bags of clothing, she had bought several bras, surprised to learn the variety of choices one had with ample breast and learned that she was now the proud owner of a pair of double D's hanging from her formerly small chest. Her measurements went from 32-26- 34 to 38-26-34 and she loved all the new attention that she was receiving. She reluctantly gave out her cell number to three guys and was so turned on, that she visualized herself giving head to all three. That wasn't like her, but she couldn't get the idea out of her head and she needed to take the edge off, so locking her bedroom door she pulled off her off her clothes and looked at the new April in the mirror. Her new titties (she giggled aloud when she thought of them in that way) were stunning. They jutted off her chest, defying gravity and obscuring her view of her feet. She had to bend forward to see her toes and further to see her navel and below. Acting as if it had a mind of its own, her left hand found her puffy and moist pussy lips; she inserted one finger and then another, while her right hand lifted her left tit and long nipple to her mouth. The feeling was amazing and she found herself become too weak to stand and all but tumbled into her bed coming quickly and powerfully. April screamed into her pillow as the first of a series of explosive orgasms ripped through her just minutes apart. She frightened herself, she was becoming addicted to these new feeling, she worried, just as another wave took her and she was lost to the passion once again. --------------------- John had been on top of the world since he first receives the ring his father had bequeathed him. And who could blame him; he was finally getting sex on a regular basis and with a promise of much more. He learned that he had also inherited over $2 million dollars and that the ring gave him the ability to change people's lives for the better while he also benefited. But now there was a new wrinkle and as good as had been feeling he suddenly felt even better, surging with this new energy and strength. It was kind of like a battery being recharged, but there was more, this new infusion of energy seemed to open his mind unleashing new previously hidden abilities. In his mind he was able to see the source of this new energy. When he felt that he couldn't absorb anymore it seemed to trail off. The ring on his finger had reverted back to its natural state; every diamond in the ring glowed brightly casting a rainbow of colored light throughout the room. "I don't know what that was but I like it," John said as his vision increased in clarity. "It seems that the source of this energy came from two gorgeous women, lesbians it seems, dad can you see what I am seeing?" It took John's father, Dr. Zachary Smith a minute to recover, the charge was so intense within the ring that he forgot where he was and that he no longer possessed a body. It was a familiar feeling only magnified several times. Not only was Elizabeth still alive but she was active and transmitting sexual energy back to the ring as she had done for almost two hundred years. "I can, Johnny. And I can't believe she is still alive, after all these years," he replied. Focusing his mind like a camera lens John was able to zoom in, pan and see the two women in real time. "I assume that you are talking about the older of the two, what a knockout. Who is she and why is she sending me this energy?' "How can I put this, " his father said, "she is an agent of the ring, and she is doing her job, although she has been missing and thought dead, long ago. In short, Johnny, she works for you. She has been out of touch for a very long time and since she had reconnected will find you soon enough. And, I wouldn't call her a lesbian, although she has been with her share of women. No, she is simply loves sex more than anyone I have ever known, in almost all of its various forms." He said this with deep admiration in his voice. "I can't wait to meet her," John said. "Then don't," his father said. "Send her your beacon, you know how." He was right. John did know how to send out his beacon. All he had to do was flex all his muscles at one time and imagine his energy radiating out of his body in every direction. So, he balled his fist, leaned over slightly and flexed his pectoral, shoulder and arm muscles, like a body builder and then leaned back and he watched the energy radiating outward. He did this for about thirty second and rested. "Very good Johnny, it may take a few minutes, but she will know who you are and how to find you. If Elizabeth is true to form, I would expect to see her within 24 hours or less." ---------------------- Ms. Lizzy recovered quickly from the sexual energy explosion with interesting results. She no longer resembled a woman in her fifties, but looked like she was in the prime of her life, somewhere in her thirties. Her hair had become black, long curly tresses cascaded down from her head. Her face was lovely a rich caramel color and her eyes green with a hint of mischief to them. To say that she was beautiful didn't do her justice; she looked like a cross between Lena Horne, Halle Berry and a voluptuous 5'10"a body like Tyra Banks. Her diamond pulsed connecting her once again to the ring and she knew that it had a new owner and her new boss. Although, some would call the owner of the ring her master, that wasn't the case. Besides Elizabeth Brooks had no master, she had out lived three of the previous owners of the ring; this one was but one more. She climbed out of the bed and rubbed where the jewel pierced her pussy lips, causing her to shudder and have what she would describe as mini orgasms, which acknowledged the receipt of the beacon. She admired her beauty in the glass and then turned to her unconscious protégé. There was much to do and little time. She walked over to the young woman, trailing her fingers over her from her foot to where her lovely legs met bent down a kissed her on the mouth as she fingered her wet sex. The effect was immediate; Penny trembled and as her sexuality awakened her. "Come along little one, we've things to do and places to be," she said. "Ms. Lizzy, is that you," she asked already knowing the answer, but thinking that her eyes may be deceiving her. "Call me Elizabeth." She said in a voice so sweet, "Go shower and be quick about it." -------------------- Jim and Mary continued their most intimate love making session since their weekend began, shifting from one position to the next feeling like teenagers who didn't know when they would be able to get together again, making the most of every minute. Mary was now riding Jim in the "cowgirl" position while Jim enjoyed watching her breast bounce and sway from side to side, thinking that he could easily get used to this view. They were getting very close to a simultaneous release, which they had both been holding out for; suddenly it was upon them and all their effort and all their passion exploded in this single moment! "Ahhheeee," Mary screamed not caring who heard, while still frantically bouncing up and down upon Jim as he squirted pulse after pulse of his seed into Mary. As Mary was calming down from the intense passion and anticipating sharing the afterglow cuddling with Jim, she felt her passion stimulated and instead of subsiding it was burning hotter, she began to renew her writhing upon Jim who was starting to soften, but he too was surprised to see that his recovery was almost immediate and he too found that he was also in the grip of another much more powerful release. Jim jerked forward and wrapped his arms around Mary holding her tightly as they both shouted announcing their prolonged climaxes. Unseen by Jim was the intense glowing of Mary's diamond jewel. It was throbbing against her clit and pushing her rapture to new heights as she clearly saw a vision of a naked Johnny flexing his powerful muscles, every one of them as she collapsed. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 05 John woke up early; it was Wednesday he had a busy day planned. Although he didn't need to he began a rigorous exercise routine, after doing a series of pushups, sit-ups and pull ups he went for a quick run through this neighborhood. On a whim he opened his mind to listen to what his neighbors' thoughts were, not many were awake yet but there were a few. He was surprised to learn that like many American's throughout the country, many of his neighbors were barely hanging on to their homes having exhausted their savings after losing their jobs. A common theme running through all of his neighbors' worries seemed to be the way the banks had handled the situations, one bank stood out from the all the others as being the worst offender, the Main Street Bank of the City of Mountain View California. He returned home sweaty after running five miles in less than 15 minutes, fortunately no one saw him, since the neighborhood was only beginning to wake. He would need to be careful not to be seen exercising his abilities. It concerned him that so many people he knew were suffering and since part of his duty was to help others, he had an idea, but would need to learn more before he could formulate a response and solution. Although he was a student of Keynesian economics, the key word was "student"; he would need time and help to pull this off. He showered and afterward ate a hearty breakfast that was waiting for him on the table when he was ready. He returned to his bedroom and was struck by its small space. He would need more room, eventually a bigger house, but in the meantime he simply enlarged his room and upgraded furnishings, going from a double bed to a "California King", while adding a couch, some tasteful paintings, a mirror over his bed and upgraded the carpet. That would have to do for a while, he thought. What he had done wasn't simply moving out the walls to enlarge his space, no he caused the space to increase without adding to the overall square footage of the house. In other words, he enlarged his 12'x12' room by three times without subtracting from the other rooms or adding an inch to the house. John didn't quite understand what he had done, just that this was the outcome that he wanted, he thought of it as dimensional physics. His space enlarged he was now able to concentrate on his plans for the day. He had yet to call Mrs. Greene, and thought maybe he should just stop by; he could do that after his bank visit, which shouldn't take long, leaving his afternoon open. He dressed comfortable; since it was warm and would change his attire once he arrived. It was time to try out his new sports car, a sleek burgundy 2013 Nissan 370Z Roadster; it would send the right message, he thought. The car handled like nothing he had ever experienced. He shifted from one gear to another loving the sound as he put the V6 332 horse power engine through its paces. It wouldn't be long before he would run into traffic, but wasn't concerned. John timed the traffic lights to change as he approached, and only stopped to retract the roof. As he approached traffic he increased his speed and his car began to dematerialized, becoming out of phase with the rest of the solid matter and allowing him to pass through all solid objects. He was invisible, and as he moved through one vehicle after the other he could hear and see everything. Occasionally he slowed to observe drivers as they listened to their radio programs and music stations. Many had cups of coffee at the ready, but a surprising number were completing their morning grooming while sitting in traffic. John disengaged his "phantom mode" as he called it once he had gotten through and quickly slipped into the bank's parking lot. Feeling a bit sporty he changed into a tan Andrew Fezza Taupe Sport Coat with a light blue dress shirt, no neck tie dark tan slacks and completing his attire with Air Giovanni penny loafers. He activated his special car alarm with a chirp and strolled into the bank. He paused in the foyer scanned the place and removed the latest pair of Stephen Murray sunglasses, putting them into the left breast pocket of his sports coat. Everyone looked busy, but seemed to be aware of his arrival. He spotted one or more tellers sneaking a peek at him, blushing and adjusting hair, or makeup between customers. Their behavior caused John to chuckle to himself and he thought it might be fun to look through their clothing like he did in the mall the other day. Slowly layer by layer the clothing of the all the people in the bank began to fade away until he saw all of them completely naked. It was amazing to see all the breast and male equipment suspended in the air through their clothing. He didn't want to see the men naked so he backed off the effect to see the men in their underwear. "John Smith, good to see you again, welcome back. Who are you seeing today," Tammy greeted him in her usually chipper voice, and batting her long eyelashes, knowing full well he was there to see Mr. Adams. John turned to greet her seeing right through her clothes, "It is good to see you, too, Tammy. You're looking very lovely today! You look incredible," he said as he looked her over, beginning with her face and then stepping back to take in all her beauty. She was perched on four inch heels she looked like a model from a vintage edition of a Playboy centerfold, seeing her without her clothes. She was half the woman she was the last time they met. John blinked and his vision returned to normal to see her attire so that he would be able to comment on it, and then went back to nude version. It was hard to tell which version he liked best. She did look amazing. "Thank you Mr. Smith." "John," he interrupted to correct her, "Call me John. "Alright, John it is," she smiled and her entire face lit up, "Am correct that you are here to see Mr. Adams?" "Indeed you are," John replied looking past her to see all the naked staff peaking at him. "Please have a seat, I'll tell him that you are here." "She certainly seems enamored with you. You'll need to act on that given the opportunity," his dad's disembodied voice said in his mind, "cute little thing. It seems that your suggestions took hold and have bared fruit." John looked around at all the gorgeous naked women walking around on their tiptoes most with their breast suspended in the air defying gravity. He'd switch back to normal vision to see their clothing, alternating between the two ways of seeing within a split seconds. It was having unintended effects, causing a growing need and made the wait go quickly. The female traffic was interesting and he was fascinated by all the various shapes and sizes, and more than a few women had come to work in "commando mode". He was beginning to suspect that there was a lot more going on here than just high finance. "Mr. Adams would be free shortly," Tammy said. "Can I get you something to drink, coffee, tea, water, me," She said as she looked down at his crotch and licked her lips, causing John to notice just how bright red her lips were. "Are you free for lunch," she asked, working the eyelashes. "Gee, Tammy, I have plans for lunch," He paused as he watched her closely. "I have a few minutes after my appointment if you can get away." "I'll see what I can do," she replied and paused. "Mr. Adams will see you now," she said obviously hearing his voice over her headset, "Do you remember the way or should I escort you?" "I think I remember the way," John said, "I hope to see more of you later." With that he turned and walked towards the bank president's office. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elizabeth walked into the Main Street Bank with Penny following closely behind. The place where Elizabeth had spent so much of her time as Ms. Lizzy, she not only knew every employee by name, but their children and spouse, their likes and dislikes, it was her family. It all looked so different now, smaller and not quite as eloquent. She paused in the lobby for Penny to catch up, tugging at her dress which fit snugly on her new younger more voluptuous body. It was an old style but classy for its time, she had to be careful how she moved, the button holding her ample breast in were straining and she had nothing on beneath it. They were there to access her safety deposit box and bank account. "Penny, we are going to the safety deposit box area first and the ATM afterwards," be observant and alert, I may become distracted and I don't want to be here any longer than needed," she said towering over Penny in her elegant black stilettoes. Penny simply nodded, there wasn't much to say, she'd do anything Elizabeth asked. She followed behind Elizabeth as she approached Rachel Sanford's desk. "Hello Rachel, how are you and those two adorable children?" Elizabeth said, immediately regretting the question. Rachel had no idea who she was and she certainly couldn't tell her, perhaps she would let it pass. Looking away from her computer screen, Rachel expected to see a familiar face, instead saw the face of a lovely thirtyish black woman. She was captivated, her eyes they seemed to seize her, it was painful to look away, and it was several moments before Rachel was able to speak, catching herself, lost in the stranger's eyes. "I am sorry, may I help you," still finding it hard to speak. "Yes, I need to access my safety deposit box," Elizabeth smiled broadly, putting Rachel at ease. "Of course," she said as she handed Elizabeth a sheet of paper, "please fill out this form, when you are done it will take but a minute to look up the account." Accepting the form and selecting a pen from the cup, Elizabeth looked over the form, it was standard stuff. She quickly completed it and returned it. "May I see your ID? Elizabeth handed Rachel her old identification card. She looked at the photograph and back at Elizabeth. "Is this some kind of joke," she asked. "Pardon me," Elizabeth said as if she had been accused of some great injustice. Looking her in the eye she said, "This identification card belongs to... you." The photo changed before her very eyes. "I am sorry; I don't know what came over me." She accepted the completed form, read the account number and typed it into her computer. IT had been a while since the box had been accessed. "Do you have your key?" Elizabeth pulled the key from around her neck and showed it to the woman. The gesture and chain looked familiar, she hesitated. "Is there something wrong," Elizabeth asked. "Have we met," she asked, staring hard at the women, "you look so familiar." "Well, yes, I come in here all the time, but I just changed my hair style," she lied. "That must be it," she said breaking off her stare, "Please follow me." Elizabeth rose and followed Rachel to the back with Penny trailing. She stopped in a small room and asked them to wait while she retrieved the small steel box, setting it before the women; she waited while Elizabeth opened the box with her key. "I will give you some privacy, please take your time." Rachel said and left the room. Elizabeth picked up the box and emptied it unto the table. She inventoried it contents which included a small cloth pouch, a passport, several banded official looking documents, several loose hundred dollar bills and a few old faded photographs. She picked up the small cloth bag, loosening the strings and pulled the bag open and dumping it into her palm. Several small jewels tumbled out, most of them diamonds, but a few rubies and sapphires among them. Closing her hand tightly she shook them as if feeling their weight then returned them to the pouch carefully making certain none stuck to her hand. Closing the pouch tightly she set it aside and picked up the stack of bearer bonds. She flipped through the stack the first twenty read "Microsoft Corporation" and the next thirty "Google Corporation". She smiled and turned to Penny who instinctively handed her the brown leather Fossil satchel. She opened the bag and gentle placed all her treasures inside one by one. Lastly she picked up the photos, taking her time she lingered on each before putting them with the rest. She locked the box and left it for the clerk to return. Penny followed her out to the main waiting room. It was about 10:30; Elizabeth could almost see Ms. Lizzy gingerly making her way into the bank, this was her usual time. She froze as in her memory she went over her routine, beginning with Tammy and then going throughout the bank delivering her muffins. John completed his business with Mr. Adams, there were several documents that needed his signature, with the help of his father he was certain that he didn't sign anything that he shouldn't, and he didn't trust Adam's. In either a test or trap Mr. Adams had included a power of attorney, John's father had warned him about these tactics. Being caught Adams made a big deal about how that had been mistakenly included among the papers. John allowed it to pass, Adams would get his soon enough. The big question was how many people were in on it, and would it bring the banks down, too? There was plenty of time to figure that out, once all his pieces were in place. Completing his business with Adams, John found Tammy waiting for him and ready to take an early lunch. John adjusted his vision so that he would see everyone in their underwear and chuckled inwardly at the variety, some of the men had boxers with large yellow smiley faces, and other childish prints, there were far too many women wearing thongs and too many guys wearing "tidy whites". He asked Tammy where she felt like eating and she suggested the Embassy Suites and room service. John smiled, took her hand and they walked out of the bank, crossing the street and into the nearby hotel. Elizabeth was confused, shaken from her daydream when she didn't see Tammy at her desk, she looked around and saw a much thinner version of Tammy walking with a tall young man, and she could only see him from behind and couldn't be certain but her extra senses were screaming at her to follow. She still needed to use the ATM, and she knew where they were headed, so she had Penny follow and she would catch up. She slid her card into the ATM and typed in the password, "muffinman" and proceeded to empty the checking and savings accounts of the former Ms. Lizzy. This was supposed to be impossible to do, yet she somehow was able to coax the machine to drain both accounts down to the last twenty dollars. With her banking completed she caught up with Penny who was patently waiting in the lobby. "They are in room 423," she said without being asked. "Fine," Elizabeth said as she panned the lobby, there was a small mall adjacent to the hotel which included a women's boutique, "Let's buy some clothes." As John and Tammy entered the tastefully decorated hotel room, Tammy was giddy. She pulled him to the bed and sitting she unzipped his fly and reaching in found what she was looking for and pulled out his long thick rod. She love the feel of the warm stiff veiny gland, she had never seen one as large. She licked around the helmet head for a minute and then put only the head into her mouth enjoying the playing with the sponginess of it as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. With her other hand she gently cupped his balls, hefting them feeling their weight and then licking them, too, before returning to take the entire shaft down her throat, surprising herself at how easily she was able to swallow it all. It thrilled her and she felt a tingling spreading in her groin and knew she was becoming wet. "Mmmm, that is nice," John told her, "I am going to give you three minutes to stop doing that." He kidded. Tammy doubled her efforts knowing that John wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, she felt him shutter and she fondled his balls again as if to coax him over the edge. It had the desired effect. John sighed, "Here it comes," and he release a large surge followed quickly by several smaller pulses. Tammy struggled to suck it all down, there seemed to be a usually large amount of it and a few drops escaping and ran down her cheek, despite her efforts. She thought to herself, "I love this, it taste so good, like butterscotch." She pulled the large penis from her mouth and used her tongue to catch the escaping drops. Looking up at John, she said, "please sir, I want some more," and giggled at her joke. John laughed and began taking off his clothing and said, "Let's get more comfortable first and I will see what I can do." Tammy didn't waste any time and was ready to rip her clothes off until she remembered that they were on loan. So she slowed down and took more care with them. John noticed this and lightly probed her mind, chuckled and made a mental note to assist with the matter. When Tammy had finished disrobing and tending to her clothes she found John reclining on the bed admiring her stunning body. No one would have believed that a week ago she had been this overweight disproportioned young woman. She was still a little self-conscious, but John quickly took care of that. "Look at you," he said and gave the appropriate whistle, "you are a knockout! What have you been doing since I saw you last? No, don't tell me. Whatever it is don't stop, whatever you do." She blushed, really blushed her entire body turned a deep pink and she slithered over to him and kissed him deeply admiring how sweet his mouth tasted. John reach around and pulled her ass onto the bed enjoying how her erect nipples pressed into his chest, with his free hand he reached up to caress her breast. As the kiss ended he leaned down and capturing a plump nipple in his mouth. He decided to have a little fun and heighten her sensitivity in all her erogenous zones. And as a test, he left her breast and nuzzled her neck, and Tammy let loose a heavy sigh. John thought that she may have been expecting him as she had place a few drops of Davidoff Cool Water, one of his favorite scents. Taking his time he let his left hand wander down toward her mons and felt that she favored a landing strip, he kissed her there and felt her muscles spasm, she had enough. She pulled him up to her lips, as he dragged his large member across her legs and thighs and almost slid completely inside her as she squealed in delight. Decided that is was time to get serious he pinned her to the bed holding her hands over her head and slowly inching his way inside. She was panting now, anticipating the full feeling that she knew was coming. For a moment she had forgotten how big he was, but he kept on stretching her slowly until she thought that he would split her in half. And yet he continued to slowly push farther into her until there was no place else to go and he hit bottom. Tammy tried hard to not hyperventilate, she was breathing so hard, the full feeling was incredible and she had never felt anything so good. "Oh my God,' she thought, "he's only just gotten all of it in me and I am about to come, what will happen when he starts to pull out." As if waiting for his cue, John slowly began to back out. Tammy screeched it was so deliciously electrifying. He kept pulling back slowly, so slowly almost pulling completely out, to the point when her nether lips were kissing the tips of his penis and then he rammed his rod back into her as hard as he could crashing into the bottom and bouncing back out, in and out, in and out. He seemed to be growing in thickness, Tammy was seeing fireworks. John continued to pump he was beginning to perspire but Tammy's groaning only spurred him on. "Nnnnggghhhhhhhh," she screamed, and John let go of her hands, she reach around him and held on for dear life wrapping her legs around him too, as he continued to stroke in and out. "Ahhhhhhhh, my, my, I can't, can't Ohhhhh," she couldn't complete a thought as her orgasm crashed upon her and she just held on. A Gift From His Father Ch. 05 When John finally released his seed, Tammy screamed again and passed out. John smiled at the unconscious Tammy as he slowly withdrew his length from her he was just beginning to soften and thought about another round until he remembered that Tammy was only on her lunch break and although he wasn't concerned with her getting into trouble, for he could easily repair that. He wanted her to do some quiet research for him, so discretion would be important. Tammy was beginning to come around, she moaned and then felt this great emptiness and almost panicked, until she saw John fully clothed and looking down at her. She wasn't ready to let him go yet but was quickly on her feet. "Hey lover, you're not going to go so soon are you," she asked already knowing the answer but hoping for a chance to change his mind. "I am sorry Tammy, but I have a few more errands to deal with, besides your lunch break is just about over and I wouldn't want you to lose your job," he reasoned. "Who cares? It isn't much of a job anyway. Let'em fire me, "she spat as she recalled all too vividly how they treated her when she was fat and unattractive. "No, John corrected her. I need you there, but perhaps it is time for a promotion," he mused. "Yes that would give you the type of access that you'll need to do a little research for me." John watched her as she suddenly became more enthusiastic about returning to work. He walked over to her and gave her a deep kiss that took her breath away. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and get back to the bank," he said and pointing to the coffee table where a doggie bag from the hotel's four star restaurant just materialized. "I got you a little snack, and it may help to stem the gossip that will surely follow once you return." Tammy was taken back, she knew that she had lost consciousness while in the grips of her passion, but didn't think she was out long enough to for John to run down to the restaurant and return with her snack. John pushed a little on her mind and she shrugged it off. "What do you need me to do for you," she asked as she walked the few steps to the bathroom. Grabbing a few tissues to wipe away their combined juices as they began dripping down her leg, she wished she had time to shower; she steadied herself as she opened her pussy lips in hopes of catching the dripping juices. John hadn't considered her thoughts and instantly refreshed and cleansed her body. He pushed her to remember trying to get John to join her in the shower. She padded across the room jiggling and swaying as she retrieved a clean pair of panties from her purse. She pulled them on and commented on how reinvigorating that shower had been. John watched as dressed, realizing that it was quickly becoming one of his favorite pastimes. Checking her hair and makeup, Tammy was ready to head back to the bank. She slinked up to John and left her deep red lip gloss on his eager lips and left with detailed instructions on the research that he needed. He told her that he would be calling Mr. Adams and that she should expect her promotion the next day. As they waited for the elevator to reach the lobby, Tammy realized that John wasn't going to be available to her very often, but that when they got together it would be enough to sustain her for a very long time. As the doors opened they John allowed Tammy to leave first, he watched with great pleasure her lovely ass swish from side to side as she walked through the lobby and out the door. John walked through the lobby and into the mall, looking for the boutique where Tammy had made her special arrangements. It didn't take him long to find it. He walked inside as the door chimed, no one seemed to be in the store then he heard someone call from the back that they would be right there. John wandered through the store looking at the various displays and assortment of merchandise. He heard someone approaching and turned to see a petite blonde rushing to greet him. "Hello, can I help you," she asked looking a little disheveled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I am not interrupting anything am I," he asked. "No, just taking care of a couple of demanding customers in the back," she volunteered, saying a little more than she had intended. "Sounds like business is good," he asked noticing that her blouse was on backwards and inside out. "I won't keep you, I just wanted to meet you, I assume you are the owner." "Yes, forgive me for not introducing myself; Cindy Ashe, owner, manager, clerk and everything else," wiped her hand on her skirt and extended it. "Well, Cindy. You may need to find some help; my friends and I will be sending a few more customers your way, so you may want to stock up." "Hello....we need some help back here," a woman's impatient voice echoed through the store from the rear. "I am sorry," she said. "Customers, but that's great news, send them by. Who should I thank for the new business," she asked as she began moving to the rear of the store and to her clients. "Not important, happy to be able to help," John said as he waved good-bye and left the store. As he traversed back through the busy mall, he chuckled to himself. Cindy went back to one of the large dressing rooms where Elizabeth sat naked while Penny worked her tongue in and out of the juicy pussy before her. "Well, "Elizabeth said a bit annoyed, "I believe you were measuring my breast, oh and you can remove your clothes again." Falling once again under the hypnotic spell Cindy peeled her clothing off and resumed measuring Elizabeth's breast using her tongue as a measuring device and her hands to judge their cup size. Cindy bit lightly on her left nipple and pulled slightly, eliciting a soft moan from Elizabeth which added to her delight. Penny was doing a marvelous job with her tongue and Elizabeth was beginning to feel as if she would cross the threshold of her passion if they weren't interrupted again. With that thought she told Penny to go lock the front door and put up the "out to lunch sign". Without emotion, Penny immediately pulled away and sauntered to the front of the store, she saw the busy shoppers moving about the mall as she reached the door. Effortlessly, she locked it and turned the "Open" sign over and adjusting the tiny clock hands to indicate that they would be back in 60 minutes. Pivoting on her bare feet she walked back to the rear of the store her bronze naked ass jiggling as she went. John arrived at his old high school during the lunch break, students were moving about the school grounds in groups of twos and threes laughing, playing and doing what you would expect to find going on at a high school campus this time of year. He had altered his clothes to Dockers and a polo shirt, loafers with no socks and pair of Ray Ban Aviators. He grew a day's worth of stubble to give him that unshaven look that lots of the guys were wearing to look cool and walked into the main office. "John Smith, well I didn't expect to see you here this soon. How are you doing? Couldn't stay away, you must miss the place, huh," Principal McBroom extended his beef arm and captured John in a playful shoulder hug. McBroom was a former college linebacker for the USC Trojans, he was headed for the pros if not for blowing out his knee in the Rose Bowl his senior year. Fortunately, he had taken his education seriously and over the years had continued his education. After all these years he remained fit even after giving up on ever rehabilitating his knee, it still gave him great pain and caused him to favor his right leg at times giving him a noticeable limp. "Hey, Mr. McBroom," John replied as the large black man crushed him into the side of his muscular body as was his custom. Normally John would have flinched in pain, but John absorbed the playful crush as if it were nothing more than a slap on the back. "Hey, you been working out, looks like you built up a few muscles," he said as he released him. "What can I do for you?" "I'm here to see Mrs. Greene; she wants me to talk to her freshman class." John said. "Wonderful idea, you'll be great," he replied as he wrote John a campus pass and nodded to the secretary, who logged it in to the register. "Is she expecting you?" "I was supposed to call her back, but it was easier to just drop by," he said as he hurried to keep pace as they walked from the office down the long hall. "Well, she may be in the teacher's lounge; she has a free period after lunch. It's just around the corner." John was dwarfed as he walked with Mr. McBroom, they talked about school his plans and light stuff. John couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be as big as Mr. McBroom so he tapped into his thoughts, careful only to touch the surface. He was surprised to learn how much pain the man was in. Walking down the hall was excruciating, and McBroom didn't want to go through any more useless surgeries. He envied John and men his size, it was easy to buy clothing that fit, no problems getting into cars and booths at restaurants and not having to deal with the nightmare of air travel. "Here we are, John. It was good to see you again," Mr. McBroom said as he took John's hand and consciously applied only the necessary amount of pressure. John hand disappeared in McBroom's, "Thank you, sir," he replied releasing a healing bolt of energy through the hand shake. McBroom looked at John curiously as the hand shake lasted a few seconds longer. He smiled and continued on his way, calling out to the occasional student on along the way. John knocked once and then entered, still feeling more like a student than a guest. Mrs. Greene was seated in a comfortable old overstuffed chair grading papers while talking with another teacher whom John didn't know. "John Smith, what a surprise," she said as she struggled slightly getting out of the old chair, "how good to see you. You didn't have to come all the way down here," meeting him halfway as he walked into the once forbidden sanctuary. "Hello Mrs. Greene," he said and gave her a warm hug. "Where are my manners," she said, "Jim Drake, this is one of my all-time favorite students, John Smith. He was a straight 'A' student and tutored in his free time. And John, Jim just transferred from San Francisco Unified and teaches chemistry." "Good to meet you, Jim, welcome to Mountain View High," John said extending his hand. "Thank you, John," Jim said standing and taking John's hand and looking at his watch. "I've got to go class starting soon, you know the drill, nice meeting you John. I'll catch you later, Amanda." Jim hurried from the lounge and down the hall leaving the former student and teacher to alone. "Amanda, I had forgotten that you had a first name, isn't that funny? How's Mr. Greene doing?" John asked as he realized that they were alone together for the first time. He had a crush on Mrs. Greene since his freshman year. She was a tall slender Jewish woman with short dishwater blonde hair and a fit physique from hours of playing tennis and aerobic exercising; she was wearing a conservative dress that did a great job of hiding her best features, John thought, remembering seeing her on the tennis courts three years ago. He couldn't resist the temptation to see her without her frumpy clothes and decided to do it slowly layer by layer. "Mr. Greene is the same, still absorbed in the law," she said, "Still ignoring his husbandly duties." John heard her unspoken thoughts. She was lonely. He worked late and when he came home he was too tired to do anything but eat and sleep. And when she did get lucky he was good for three minutes tops. Amanda of course was unaware that John was now looking at her in her camisole, panties and stockings. "I am sorry to hear that," he hesitated. "I came by to chat about talking to your class. Did you have any dates in mind?" He was beginning to feel himself becoming aroused. "Well, John that really depends on your schedule," she said collecting her papers and pens, as the silk camisole faded exposing her small breast, erect nipples and revealing her tight abdominal muscles. "To tell the truth, Amanda I would prefer if you could suggest a date and then I could work around it," John replied as he watched her black panties fade away exposing her hairy crotch and firm butt. "Okay," she said opening her tablet and activating the calendar app, "how about Tuesday, September 25th, my second period class? Would you like me to send you an email reminder for your calendar, "she asked, her mind wandered and she began thinking about what it would be like to be with a young stud like John? "That sounds good," John said as he watched her stand up straight and her pert little tits jiggling. "It's a date!" "If only," she thought, smiling she asked, "Walk me to my classroom?" "Sure," John replied giving him a chance to hold open the door and to get a better look at her great ass. Looking through her clothes, he was mesmerized at the way her long legs met and how he could see her sex through the gap between them. He was very aroused, now and wasn't quite sure how to handle it. "She does have a free period, you could set up barriers that would provide you the necessary privacy," John heard his father's advice in his mind; he had forgotten that he was presence in the Ring of Power he wore. "You've been so quiet, I had forgotten that you were there, "John replied in thought while considering the advice. "Think of me as a guide," the voice said. "There will be times when I will contribute more, to aid your understanding and times when I will quietly observe and respond only if addressed, sounded like you were looking for advice." "Here we are John," Amanda said as she opened the door and allowed John to enter. "This isn't the same classroom that you had last year," John said. "No, this one is nicer and closer to the teacher's lounge..." she explained giving John a chance to ask more questions about the barriers. "So, I can simply will that no one can enter the classroom and not even try. Can I allow them to enter the room but find it empty? Not being able to see, hear or smell anything, can I do that too," John asked getting excited about all the possibilities this presented. "Yes, if that is what you want to do, you'll have to remember about times passing. You don't want to your subjects to later not be able to account for loss minutes or hours." "...so that's why I like this classroom," Amanda said enjoying the company of another adult who took an interest in her. "Amanda, how much time do you have before your next class," John asked trying to gage if he had enough time. "Well, fifth period just began a few minutes ago, so I would say about forty five minutes, why, what do you have in mind," she said shamelessly flirting with him. "I want to tryout my presentation to your class and get your impressions," he lied as he gestured for her to take a seat. "Now close your eyes and listen only to the sound of my voice, okay. Are you comfortable?" She nodded. "Good. Amanda, I want you to do what I tell you to without hesitation, can you do that?" "Yes," she answered slowly, completely in the deep trance that John induced. John concentrated for a moment and then set up his barriers. No one would be able to open the door or even consider coming into the classroom until he let down his barriers. Furthermore, not thing would escape the room unless he allowed it, including sound and odors. He adjusted his vision and Amanda's clothing reappeared immediately. She sat patiently with her hands folded in her lap. "Dad, let me know when I have five minutes remaining and then every minute until the last and count down the seconds," he said and his dad immediately acknowledged. "Amanda, stand up, remove all your clothes and put them on the desk, and then have a seat again." Without a bit of hesitation Amanda did as she was told. John thought that she looked even more beautiful, than when he was peaking at her through her clothing. She had dainty hands and feet, her nails were coated with a pretty pink polish that went perfectly with her skin tone. She was a beautiful woman, no wonder he was smitten with her as a young teen. He almost felt that he could get lost in her hazel eyes. John probed her mind and saw that her greatest wish was for her husband to take an interest in her once again. Although he'd never admit it she knew he was having an affair. One side of her wanted to get even and the other wanted him back. That was the motivation for her maddening physical fitness routine. She had toned her body to a lean muscular shape while maintaining a soft feminine appearance. However, she was disappointed in that one area that John was learning most women were the most self-conscious, the size and shape of their breast. She had been considering surgery but wasn't convinced that would be enough to win back her man. John had enough to formulate a solution. "Amanda, please stand up, we're going to make a few adjustments." She stood and looked at him with a soft smile on her face, he really didn't want to change a thing but this would help her to get her husband back. Her breasts were about a "B" cup but measured only 32 inches, so he began to enlarge them. John was fascinated watching as the flesh began to swell and fill out, it was exciting him. He resisted the temptation and stopped at 36 inches and increased her cup size to a "C". She played tennis and he didn't want to adversely impact her game. He firmed her back muscles and added strength to her abs to compensate for the new weight and added more sensitive to her nipples. John had Amanda turn so that he could see his work; he looked at her ass and added a little more roundness to it before moving to her pubic area which was covered with a lush growth of hair. He frowned and removed all of hair, although he liked the look, he was thinking of what Mr. Greene would like and slowly added a little growth; he narrowed it and grew it out to a half inch leaving her with a tasteful landing strip. "Please sit on our desk and spread your lips for me, Amanda," John asked. Amanda moved slowly at first as she became accustom to her new breast, they wobbled and jiggled nicely as she hopped on the desk and used both hand to spread her pussy lips revealing her rapidly moistening sex. John moved in for a closer look. He enlarged her clitoris slightly and made in much more sensitive. Furthermore, he made her juices addictive to her husband. All he needed to do was to absorb it through his skin or to taste it and he couldn't go longer than a week without needing more. Lastly, John pierced her outer labia with a simple gold ring. He rubbed it and Amanda cooed loudly and he saw her juices began to flow. "You may remove your hands," he said remembering that he had put her into a hypnotic trance. Reclining on her elbows Amanda waited for John's next command. Suddenly, John thought about Amanda's clothing and didn't want to make the same mistake he made when he altered April's breast. So, he made all of her clothing alter to her new measurements. He told her she would remember going to the spa and having a waxing and on a whim getting the piercing. She would know that her breast had grown, but attribute it to the lack of regular sex. She would seduce her husband at her first opportunity, but she wouldn't remember her increased sensitivity. John asked his dad how he was doing on time and was happy to hear that he had about 20 minutes remaining. "Amanda, we are about to fulfill one of you fantasies, having sex with a student, or in this case a former student, if you are ready we can begin with you helping me to undress, if not you may put your clothes back on." Amanda hopped off the desk; John watched her breast swayed as she sauntered to him and drew his face to hers and kissed him deeply. As she broke the kiss, Amanda loosened his belt and quickly pulled his slacks and boxers down his legs. Finding his hard cock bobbing in front of her she wasted no time pulling it into her mouth and marveled at its size as she applied her oral skills. After a few minutes, aware that time was limited she pulled John with her as she bent over her desk and let him take her from behind. She eagerly met his thrusts and began moaning loudly. John reached around her and pulled on her hanging breast, capturing her nipples and causing Amanda to squeal at the new feelings. As John continued to thrust back and forth in her he tighten and strengthened her muscles and gave her increasing control and she immediately began using them milking him and causing him incredible pleasure. Finally, it all became too much and they both erupted simultaneously panting as fit they had just run a marathon. As John began to soften, Amanda used her newly strengthen muscles to drain him of the remaining juices before releasing him. A Gift From His Father Ch. 05 His dad signaled John that they had about five minutes remaining, so John took Amanda into his arms holding her closely and telling her how much he enjoyed this time with her. They kissed again briefly and began to dress when they were done; John cleared the room of any evidence of their love making and scented the room with Amanda's favorite fragrance. As they stood facing each other, John put her back into the trance, he told her that they had been talking the entire time as he brought her out. "So, that is what I experienced as a freshman, I think your students would appreciate learning to avoid some of these traps, don't you," he said as he stared into her eyes. Amanda blinked and couldn't believe she had zoned out during John's presentation, recovering quickly she said, "John, I think you certainly have given this some thought. I look forward to watching you with my pupils." "Thank you, Mrs. Greene." John said as he looked at his watch and since he had removed his barriers as if on cue, the door opened and noisy students began flooding the classroom. "I'll see you next week," he said as shook her hand and left. Amanda Greene smiled and watched John walk out of the classroom and turning her attention to her nearly filled class she walked over to the "white board" and began writing, as she did, she noticed an extra wiggle in her breast and felt something wet and sticky in her panties. She stopped and looking down she touched her crotch though her clothing and felt such an immediate rush of pleasure causing her knees to nearly give out. As John traveled through the halls on his way out, he hear a couple of guys laughing and some banging on lockers. As he approached he knew at once what he was witnessing. So he reached out with his mind and froze everyone. It was an old gag, one he had been the victim of once himself. Two bullies had trapped a freshman boy in one of the lockers. John felt the terror the freshman was feeling he was an asthmatic and claustrophobic. So John transferred those fears into the two bullies and made sure they knew this was their doing and unfroze them all. The two bullies realized what they were doing and immediately opened the locker and pulled the panicking youth from the locker. "Dude, are you okay," the first one said. "We didn't realize how scary that was for you," said the second. "We're really sorry," they said in unison. "Dude, we hope you will forgive us and let us make it up to you," said the first. The freshman, now able to get at his inhaler, squeezed off a might squirt and took a deep breathe. After he calmed down for a second, he looked at the two bigger teens as if they had two heads and scurried down the hall. The two bullies looked at each other and the first one asked, "Do you think he's gonna tell McBroom?" Without waiting for a reply the both ran after him calling out, "Dude, hey Dude, wait up." John chuckled to himself and continued out the building and to his car. On the drive back to his house, his dad Dr. Zachary Smith said, "Nice work back at the school with the bullies and your former teacher." "Thanks," John said, as he down shifted to slow the sports car as he timed the light and then sped up again. He didn't realize how much fun a car could be. John explained what he was trying to accomplish with Amanda Greene. Since her husband was likely cheating on her, she felt obliged to retaliate. Her new figure would capture his attention. John assumed that Mr. Greene was likely a lousy lay and enhanced Amanda's sensitivity so that she wouldn't need much to get off. Finally, getting him addicted to her cum juices would eventually cause him to lose interest in other women and become faithful to Amanda. John and his dad agreed that was clever thinking and they looked forward to catching up next week to see how things had progressed. They continued to discuss details about John's new power and some things he could try, which made the short trip very enjoyable. John parked his Z next to his pick up and jogged up to the house. It was a little after two and he was hungry, so upon entering he went right to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw the food his mother had left for him, pulling it out; he poured onto a plate, and delighted in the delicious aroma as it was warmed to the perfect temperature. A fork materialized in his hand, and he ate. Going back to the refrigerator, he was disappointed that he didn't see any beer. He closed the door and then reopened it to find a six pack of his favorite brand ice cold and ready for consumption. He took his beer and meal to the den and plopped down into the brown leather sofa and turned on the television. After Elizabeth and Penny found suitable attire they left, having compensated the store owner/clerk generously with cash and several orgasms. They hailed a cab which took them to this residential address where they sat waiting for twenty minutes. "Don't forget what I have told you Penny," she warned just as she decided it was time to go in. The smaller woman simply nodded that she understood. As they both exited the cab. Penny paid the driver twice the fare and excused him. John had dosed off after devouring his late lunch, until he heard the doorbell chime. Rising he made himself presentable as he passed the mirror in the hall and opened the door. As if posing for a fashion magazine, Elizabeth and Penny stood before him, looking like they had just stepped off the runway. Elizabeth was adorned in a light blue halter dress which left little to the imagination and Penny wore a tangerine chiffon dress which stopped just above her knees. "You are the master of the Ring of Power," Elizabeth asked, already knowing the answer. John recognized them immediately from his visions, admiring the view he took his time before answering in the affirmative. With that being settled, Elizabeth and Penny released their clothing, letting gravity pull them to the floor of the porch and stood in front of John naked except for their sandals. Taking his time, John let his eyes wander down and about the two; Elizabeth resembled a goddess, her large breast jutting away from her chest, her flat abs and her swollen sex, where he saw the large brilliant diamond glistening from it. "You may come in," John said as he stepped aside. They strolled into the house and continued into the seldom used living room before turning to face John. "You are Elizabeth Brooks, agent of the Ring of Power; you have served for a long time. I will hear your story, later. But first who have you brought with you," John asked taking on the role of Master of the Ring. Elizabeth spoke, "This is Penny Jones, my newest protégé." John looked her over and did a quick probe of her mind. "Is that right Penny, you wish to become an agent of the Ring of Power?" Penny replied, "It is what my mistress wants, so then it is what I want." John had already seen the conflict in Penny's mind. She was being controlled by Elizabeth; he didn't know that agents were capable of mind control. "What is it that you want, Penny," John asked while holding Elizabeth still with a look. "Well, sir," she said in a trembling voice, "I just want to go back home. I have a life. I am six months away from finishing my grad degree and I have people who are likely worried about me." It was the first time since all this began that she was asked if she wanted to be a part of this, it was a relief to have finally said it, even though she didn't know if it would make a difference. John looked harshly at Elizabeth, she appeared to be in her thirties, ten or more years older than John, but in reality she was likely closer to two hundred years old. Yet John was master of the Ring of Power and despite Elizabeth's age and experience she was subservient to him. "Are you in the habit of kidnapping unwilling young girls and bringing then for conversion to agents," John questioned angrily. He roughly seized Elizabeth's mind, she flailed briefly as she attempted to protect herself. John did a light probe and discovered what had occurred over the last several days. Then he did a deeper probe to learn all there was to know about Elizabeth and how she came to be in the service of the Ring. He understood. He gently released her mind and to show he was no longer angry, and gave her a gentle feeling of well-being. Elizabeth was visible relieved for she knew only too well what the Master of the Ring was capable and she released Penny from her control. Penny blinked a few times and understood that she was at last free to think and decide her actions again. She looked at Elizabeth closely and looked into her eyes and seeing the kindly old Ms. Lizzy was still there. She remembered how she had been taken, the things they did together and to the store owner and shuttered. She wasn't gay; she had never been with another woman before this all began. She couldn't believe what she had done, part of her was repulsed and the other part thrilled and wanted more. He body showed that she was aroused. John knew what she was thinking, and told her that the choice was hers alone. She could stay and live a long and interesting life of endless sex and extravagance or she could return to her life and continue the course she had laid out for herself. She looked at Elizabeth, still enthralled by her beauty and then to John, knowing that he could make her life very interesting. But she had made her choice. She wanted to go back home. She knew that she might one day regret it, but she would be happy she had a rich life, family and friends. John was ready to send Penny home when he decided that she deserved a reward for her troubles. He probed her mind again and then her body at the molecular level, he cured her of any diseases that would have manifested itself and sharpened her mind, and gave her a photographic memory, which would help as she continued her education. He toned her muscles and then wiped her mind of all that had happen before she entered Ms. Lizzy apartment. Penny found herself getting into a cab in an affluent neighborhood; she was wearing her grey business suit and was heading home. She didn't know where she was coming from or how long she had been away, but she was very pleased to be going home. Elizabeth watched her protégé vanish before her eyes and regarded the new Master of the Ring of Power, she knew that he hadn't been the Master for very long, she sensed it, but he seemed to have learned a great deal in a very short time. He wasted no time put her in her place, something previous Ring Masters had done only decades later. And he seemed to possess wisdom well beyond his years. This new Ring Master would be formidable. She needed to learn more about him before she would be ready to trust him. "Looks like it's just you and me now," she said as she sauntered across the room and into his arms. They kissed and as they did they materialized in John bedroom, John was now naked, too and Elizabeth slid down his body to taking his ready manhood into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it while sucking causing pleasures that John didn't know could exist. "Damn, she is good," he thought as he applied extra concentration to not coming too soon. After several minutes of the sweetest torture one could endure, John pulled her up, she reluctantly released him and they moved in his bed. John confronted her proud breast, pulling her puffy, rigid nipples into his mouth, and on a whim, John "amped up" their sensitivity. Elizabeth's eyes widen as she began to feel her pleasure intensify and she let out an uncharacteristic moan. Her breasts were incredible, large with smallish areolas and long hard nipples. John nursed enthusiastically causing her pleasure to increase and her juices to flow. His left hand slowly began to snake its way down until he found her sex and he gently touched her opening. She shuttered as John had increased her sensitive there too. Elizabeth was overcome by the pleasure she was feeling, he was conquering her so easily. She had never experienced anything like this even from the previous Masters of the Ring. She fought her pending release; she won't be taken so easily, she vowed. Shifted her position slightly and finding his cock with her hand and began to tickle the underside of the organ where the helmet began under the slit and then the around its ridges. John found his control threatened. She was good. She was using every technique and tick she knew and it was working. John allowed them to recline on his bed and he shifted his position and was now on his back with his mouth between her legs. He began licking around her rapidly swelling lips, her juices were flowing like honey and he lapped them hungrily as he did the diamond piercing her labia began to glow brightly casting rainbow colors everywhere. As if in a battle for her life Elizabeth took hold of the bobbing cock in front of her and using the last bit of control she had begun taking him deep into her throat while gently massaging his balls. As she continued to thrust her mouth up and down his shaft she could feel herself losing the battle, but fought on as the first of waves of her climax washed over her. She heard a female voice screaming in passion and then realized it was her as she came up for air. But she pressed on. By now John had gotten her clitoris to peek out from its hood. It was a pretty thing, all full of blood and sparkling from the light the diamond provided and the juices that she was producing, John tongue was doing amazing things to her, probing when curled, flicking rapidly just tip stirring her into a frenzy, but keeping his distance from her love button. She was trembling, fighting him like a sailfish and sports fisherman. But John knew that she was at the tipping point, she could only last another minute at best. Elizabeth had tried everything except her last trick; she seldom had to use it, never as a last resort. But this was her last chance to turn the tables. She pulled him from her throat and swallowed his balls and began to hum. This had to be done delicately or she would lose, through injury or insult. She was taking a great risk, he may not like the sensation and deflate, but it was worth the effort. She heard him groan in pleasure, she may have done it just a few seconds more, she could almost heard his juices boiling in his balls ready to erupt. The new trick caught John off guard and although he could easily use his powers to resist, he still had one last card to play. By now he couldn't keep up with the honey flowing from her, there was too much. She was ready and John stretched to capture her love button, first flicking his tongue lightly over it and then capturing it with his mouth and gently sucking it. "Ahhhhhh, Ooooohhhh, Ahhhhhh," Elizabeth screamed, pulling John from her mouth and still pumping his cock. She had lost, but it didn't matter the feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt and it went on and on. She trying to remember where she was but the pleasure racked her entire body, she shimmed and shook, losing control slamming her fist into the bed, raising up on her knees and sitting upon John's face and he continued to lick and suck. Her screams continued intermittently, she seemed to be experiencing an out of body moment as she looked down from the ceiling a woman in the height of passion. Finally, John let her go and she fell to an opening on the bed rocking back and forth as the climax continued. John watched as she began to calm down, but he wasn't through with her, spreading her legs he aimed his manhood at her juicy hole and pushed right in feeling little resistance and began stroking using long slow thrust. Her pleasure was rising again and she realized that he was now inside her, through the pleasurable haze that clouded her mind, she could only think to hold on. So using her vaginal muscles she tried to hold him in place. John felt her latch on, increasing his pleasure as he sawed in and out. Both were sweating profusely now, John was at the edge of his endurance and Elizabeth was out of her mind as she rode wave after wave of pleasure cresting and retreating. Elizabeth thought, "I have got to stop this before he drives me mad." And using the last of her control she released him and gripped him tightly again and again as quickly as she could over and over again for as long as she could, clinching her muscles like a fist. John finally erupted and let loose a might growl, releasing streams of his juices in the greatest orgasm of his life. It seemed to go on forever, causing Elizabeth's climax to renew itself. Her screams of passion joining John's until they finally were left panting and trying to catch their breaths. Mary Smith hadn't been herself for a while now. Both she and James had an amazing time in Cabo, but she insisted that they catch an earlier flight home than they had planned. James was truly worried about her. Although she didn't say he knew that there must be something wrong at home, her motherly instincts kicking in, so he reluctantly agreed. The flight home had been quiet and uneventful; she turned down his offer to drive her home, electing instead to take a cab. She saw a pair of vehicles outside her home that she didn't recognize, but other than that things seemed quite. She entered through the front door and instinctively removed all her clothing, not sure why, but knew that it was required. She had gotten a good overall tan except for where her thong bikini bottoms had covered her. Leaving her suit cases at the door she walked through the empty house and down the hall quietly, her large breast swaying from side to side with every step. She opened the door to John's bedroom, where she would find the Master of the Ring of Power and entered. There was something wrong, the room was huge and the furniture unfamiliar, but she was compelled to continue. This seemed so familiar to her, and she was so turned on her nipples were poking out and her pussy was dripping. She took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of sex, it intoxicated her. She was losing control but continue to approach what looked to me a very large bed. Her eyes were having trouble focusing in the dim light yet she kept placing one foot directly in front of the other, taking deliberate steps jiggling her body in the most tantalizing ways. When she was close enough she stopped and waited. She saw two figures kneeling on the bed entwined, it hard to see who limbs belonged to whom. They were engrossed in a very passionate kiss. She lusted to trade places with the woman. Who was she? Jealousy was beginning to rise in her. John sensed another presence and reluctantly he ended the kiss. Before he could turn his head to see who had entered, Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the mysterious woman settled before them. A bright red light was emanating from the diamond jewel piercing her labia. "Who is this creature," she asked as she looked over her features, "she is breathtaking." "I am here to serve the Master of the Ring of Power," Mary said taking a step forward and out of the shadows. John was stunned. "How could this be happening again? His mother wasn't due back until tonight." Elizabeth stepped down from the bed, exposing John in all his glory. Despite the marathon he had just completed he was erect and standing taller and larger than before. "I am an agent of the Ring of Power, I am here as you have summoned me, "Mary said as he took another step forward. Elizabeth said, "I must have her once you are through, I don't think I have ever seen such a lovely creature before." John was trapped. He wasn't going to have sex with his mother, although he had the strongest desire yet. How could he shirk his responsibilities particularly in front of Elizabeth? It was becoming harder not to respond. She was like a magnet pulling him closer. John stepped down from the bed and looked down at her. He needed to think of something fast. Her diamond was burning an even brighter; the red light flooded the room. A Gift From His Father Ch. 05 Why did she have a diamond? Why was it gleaming red and not the rainbow of colors like Elizabeth's? Why didn't he know about this? "Dad," he called out mentally, "is there something you want to tell me?" (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 06 April Martin's overnight popularity was due to her newly enlarged feminine assets. This popularity thing was new to her, it was addicting and as if she never existed before. She loved that the guys were ogling her, stopping her and asking for her number. Women seemed to be more accepting of her, as if they had found a kindred spirit, she thought. That was a little strange, but she was enjoying all the new attention. Her mother didn't notice her new assets, due to the long hours she worked and that April hid it from her by not wearing anything revealing enough for her to notice. Candice Martin worked as a RN at El Camino Hospital in Mountain View, working extra shifts to avoid the boredom and loneliness. Since April's father Dr. Michael Martin ran off to Los Angeles with a young fifth year medical student to work at the UCLA Medical Center, she had been struggling to keep a roof over their heads. That was five years ago, and as far as April could see, her mother hadn't gotten over it yet, or forgiving him for their financial situation. They had grown apart, her father yearned for a life in a big city hospital while her mother loved the simply life in the suburban medical community, they simply no longer wanted the same things. Like many people today their financial situation was not their fault, but that didn't stop Candace from blaming her ex-husband. April made plans to attend Cal State Berkley in the fall, although she wasn't sure what to major in, she knew that medicine wasn't a consideration. Her grades were good enough and she had time to decide. But for now she was planning on majoring in boys and sex. She was having such a good time, she almost considered skipping college, but that would mean a life of low paying meaningless work, beside she would find a better class of boys on the college campus. As she prepared for an evening out with the new guy she met, she could even remember his name, and it would come to her. She was becoming so forgetful lately, must be due to all the attention she was getting. She grabbed a few underthings and meandered her way to the bathroom for a shower. Stripping off her clothes she found herself lost in the mirror again, admiring her new looks and body. Raising her arms over her head, stretching them and grabbing her hands she smiled approving at the way her tits stretched and covered her chest. Her tight abs and smallish behind still allowed her to have an athletic body, if just a bit heavy on the top. Her pose reminded her of the classic Marilyn Monroe nude her father had purchased; he said it was a collector's item. She daydreamed thinking what it must have been like to be Marilyn, having all those admirers. Bringing her arms down, she hugged her body and resisted the urge to squeeze her boobs. She giggled at the word, boobs, boobies, tits, titties, hooters, they all made her laugh and she continued to pose in the mirror turning left and right loving the way they looked and bounced. She thought about what she would wear tonight and what might look best on her, then she remembered she had John to thank for her new wardrobe. "Oh my God," she said aloud and covered her mouth with her hand; she had forgotten to return John's debit card and to thank him for his kindness. She would drop it off on her way to meet her date. Meanwhile, John had waited a reasonable amount of time and heard nothing from his father. "Great, looks like I am on my own," he thought. Mary stood facing John, it hurt for him to look at her, and he didn't trust himself she was too beautiful and oozing sexuality. Elizabeth also was temporarily too stunned to move. But she was wondering why John hadn't acted. This woman was incredible and she was emitting pure sexuality. Mary was once again caught in the ring's spell; her only thoughts were lusting for sex and the pleasure it would bring. Sensing their similar thoughts John reaching out and taking his mother by the hand, lifting it high and turning her so that he could look her over. She was beautiful to behold, long shapely legs, flat belly, small waist and luscious breast, not too big, but just a bit bigger than average and where her legs met he thought he could smell and see her juices escaping. He wasn't sure if it was the light or his compromised state of mind, but he had to think of something he was weakening and his cock was aching as it strained sticking straight up in the air in front of him. "Lovely", he said putting on an air of a master as he stepped back admire her again. "Elizabeth," he called. "What do you think? Is she a good candidate for an agent?" Elizabeth answered. "She is magnificent; I can't wait my turn to taste her charms." "Perfect," John said, "Prepare her for me. I will be back shortly," as he handed her off and walked toward the bathroom. Pulling her into her embrace, Elizabeth found Mary's mouth and they passionately explored each other, they were like two enchantresses, their hands, lips, fingers, legs and breast entangling and searching for release. Probing, exploring, finding, tasting, licking and breathing new enthusiasm into each moment they were together. John found himself in the kitchen, his arousal beginning to fade, as he summoned his father. "Okay, dad, I think you owe me an explanation. Let's have it!" "John, ah... sorry about that but it's complicated." His father's voice answered in his mind. "Okay, then let me simplify this for you, why does mom have a diamond glowing from her crotch? Is she like Elizabeth an agent of the ring?" His father began to explain. He had recruited mom to become an agent, but he fell in love with her and never completed the process deciding instead that she would be the one who would bear him a son. So since she was never activated, never converted to collect sexual energy and transmit it, her diamond glow red because she was still a virgin in a way and near her capacity. She must transfer that energy to the Master of the Ring, or it may do her permanent damage and since she hasn't yet been converted there is only one way to transfer the energy to you, that's through intimate contact. "You mean I have to have incest with my mother!" John said, as if disgusted, but knowing full well that he was weakening and the idea was become more attractive by the moment. "John, you are entering a whole new world, where different rules apply. The rules of incest were put in place mainly to prevent unwise pregnancies. You won't get your mother pregnant." His dad was beginning to make sense, John had to accept that things had to change, but if he bent that rule where would it end. Will he lose himself completely? There was a loud blood curdling shriek in John's mind and before he knew what was happening he was battling for control of his mind and body. Unprepared for the attack, John found his consciousness tossed to the back of the bus, so to speak. He was no longer the driver, no longer in control of his body. Someone else was steering he was watching in horror as he stomped through the kitchen triumphantly raising his arms and shouting. "Agggghh! Wimpy boy, I am now in control and will take your precious mommy and make her my bitch. You may not know what to do with the gift that you've been given, but I do!" He was a disembodied, a ghost, a spirit, John didn't know where he was, spiritually, he felt as if he was falling with nothing to grab onto, he was tumbling helplessly and frightened out of his mind. Then at once he his fall stopped someone had caught him. "I've got you son!" He was in his father's strong arms. He was able to see him and although they both didn't have bodies they were now face to face as his father Dr. Zachary Smith set him upright. "What just happened?" John asked already fearing he knew the answer. His father explained confirming his fear. His mind and body had been hijacked by a prisoner within the ring; it seemed that there were a few former Masters of the Ring serving time in this limbo. Afraid to ask, but knowing that he had to know, "So who is in possession of my body?" "That would be, Lafayette Hubbard. He was master of the ring for a short time, quickly proving to be unworthy and not up to the task. There were serious questions as to his sanity. He was a science fiction writer went mad and founded a church, anyway he caught you at a weak moment and high jacked you." By weak moment, his father meant John's indecision about how to handle his mother. Now that decision would be made for him, he watched helplessly as Hubbard examined the body he now controlled, flexing his cock to an erection and then deflating, elongating it to twelve inches and growing it thick. "What am I going to do," John asked, fear and worry in his thought. "There's nothing you can do," a new voice replied. "Sit back and enjoy the ride, sonny," said another. "How many people are in here," John asked his father. "There are several, but don't listen to them John," his father warned. He explained that he would be able to retake control, sooner or later. Since it was his body he could win it back, the question was how long would it take and the biggest problem how much damage would Hubbard cause and would it be irreversible. Satisfied that he once again was in control of the awesome force of the Ring of Power, he headed for John's bedroom and the two unsuspecting women. The doorbell rang. Using his powers Hubbard sensed it was April at the door. This was perfect he would have a small snack before the main meal. He strolled naked to the door and opened it. "Hey John, how are you doing, nice abs," she said as she walked past John who had magically donned a pair of jeans. "I wanted to return you debit card, and thanks for being so great and letting me buy new all the new clothes, I don't know what I would have done without you!" She smiled and kissed him, he pulled her closer and the kiss deepened. When the kiss ended they were both naked, before April could react Hubbard twisted the nipple on her left breast and her knees buckled as a mighty orgasm took her. Hubbard caught and carried her to the couch and laid her upon it. Her mind struggled to process thought once again and just as she was about to ask what was going on when he hit her with another orgasm without touching her, she rolled back and forth grabbing her breast which only increasing her sudden unexpected pleasure. Hubbard took his newly enhanced tool and slipped into her mouth and said. "You are addicted to my cum, you can't go 12 hours without a dose or you'll go mad." April's eyes widened and took as much of the oversized penis into her mouth as she could. He was enormous, thicker and longer than anything she had ever seen or imagined. Yet she swallowed him easily, completely down into her throat, she didn't know how that was possible, she didn't gag, he was twice the size he'd been before, and she craved his cum, so she worked him. He let her work for several minutes; she was sweating and working hard and he finally released a huge load. It was too much for her to swallow it dripped from her mouth and down across her breast and pooled on the floor. "How could anyone cum that much," April wondered. He pulled his cock from her mouth as she tried to lick the access from it. "You need bigger lips," Hubbard said and he watched her lips grow; they swelled three times their original size. April asked, "Twats tappening," a thick lisp obscuring her normal speach. He took his finger and shoved it into her mouth and she closed her large pillow lips around it and began sucking. "You can't help but suck with these new lips they were made to suck cock." He said. April couldn't help herself; he was right she loved to suck and needed a cock in her mouth, but his finger felt pretty good too. "Stand up," Hubbard ordered. "Let's complete the look." Thohnny, what are you thalking about? Your tharing me." Hubbard was enjoying himself, he had her turn around and decided that her ass was too small, so he added several inches and made it bigger and rounder. April stumbled unaccustomed to her new dimension and trying to wrap mind around what was happening. He frowned and, thinking that now her breast were too small and grew them until he thought they were several sizes bigger, he pulled on her nipples and she squealed, her nipples were almost an inch long now. He shrank her waist by several inches making her hips and ass seem even larger. "Looking good, I like it, but we're not quite through. Do you like blondes?" He asked, "I like blondes." Aprils' hair turned bright yellow, all her hair, even the landing strip on her crotch. He grew her hair out two feet and braided into a ponytail, it reached the bottom of her big butt. She was barely able to stand now; her center of gravity seemed to have changed. But he wasn't done so he hit her with another orgasm causing her to fall over face first onto the couch writhing in pleasure and exposing her new bubble butt. He paced back and forth, with his arms folded trying to figure out what was missing. Suddenly, snapping his fingers he remembered what it was. "Tramp stamp," he said. Using his finger he traced and image on her left cheek and stepped back admiring his work. "Thonny, what are you thoing tho me?" "You are asking too many questions, you are much too smart to be a blonde, but I can fix that, we'll simply reduced your intelligence, by let's say twenty points, let's make it an even twenty five. What do you think, Ape? Oh and let's lose that silly lisp." "Oppsy, me fall down. Where are you? Oh there you are, silly boy, don't you hide from Apes," she giggled and pulled herself back up to her feet. Taking a few steps cautiously her new body jiggled obscenely. "Yes, I think you're ready to meet the others. You look lovey, too pretty to cover yourself in clothing ever again. From now on you will wear as few clothes as you can get away with and when indoors will be nude. Now follow me." John was angrily screaming at Hubbard, but he couldn't do anything, not from where he was, not from the void. Hubbard was heading for his bedroom and would fuck his mother and maybe change her in ways that he couldn't bear to think. He pleaded with his father to help him get control back. "Patience, John. Your chance is coming, soon, be ready to kick his ass out." Elizabeth and Mary were recovering from their third and fourth orgasms, when John strolled in towing the new April behind him. "Look who I found," Hubbard said as April appeared. She danced and wiggled into the huge room like she was drunk and plopped herself down on the bed, her newly enlarged breast jiggling noticeable for a while, capturing her attention until they stopped moving. "Hi ya cutie," she said looking at Elizabeth, "Hi ya Mrs. S, what ya girls doing?" "Ladies have you met April? She just loves eating pussy." He said, "She is really good at it." "I do?" April asked with a surprised look on her face, "I am," she asked again and then she felt an intense urge overcome her, she looked at Elizabeth's luscious body and lunged at knocking her to the bed and scrabbling between her legs. "They are going to be busy for several minutes, mother. It is time to complete your training and make you a full-fledged agent of the ring." Mary stood and walked into her son's arms, not knowing that his body was being controlled by Hubbard. "I have been waiting for this, Johnny," she said. "No, from no on you will call me Master or sir." "Yes, Master. How should I please you?" "On your knees, now and make sure that I am ready," he said even though his penis was hard and waving straight up in the air. Mary sunk to her knees and pulled the large cock to her mouth and began to stuffing it her unyielding throat. She was struggling with it because Hubbard had increased his size to twelve inches. Watching her struggle he thought that she should be better at swallowing a cock this size and made the necessary changes that turned off her gag reflex and allowed her to swallow his entire length down her throat. Mary was surprised at this accomplishment, but continued to bob her head back and forth bumping her chin on his balls and massaging them with her hands. "Yes that's the way. You enjoy sucking cock, don't you?" Mary couldn't answer and tried to nod with her mouth was full. Hubbard didn't care he was enjoying the marvelous sensations and called down at John taunting him and telling him that he should have done this long ago. He called down to Dr. Smith and told him that he would be going after his wife and daughters next. "John your chance is coming soon, when you get back in control you send that son of a bitch back to me, I'll take care of him." Hubbard was enjoying Mary's talented mouth but he was ready for the main course. He pulled out of her mouth and positioned her leaning over the bed; he planned to take her from behind. Looking at Mary bent over, her tits hanging would have any normal man drooling while caressing them, but Hubbard thought they needed to be larger. And they grew, he wanted her nipples longer and they too grew. Mary was confused by many things. Why did her breast feel so heavy as they hung from her chest? She was still in a trace like state, which made it easier for him to command and harder for her to think clearly, due to not fully being an agent of the ring. Some things didn't make any sense, such as April becoming a blonde bimbo, she looked as April was devouring Elizabeth's pussy, and she even had "Bimbo" tattooed on the left cheek of her oversized ass. Why did she do that? Mary realized she had just deep throated her Master's twelve inch cock, when did she get a master and why did he look like her Johnny? But he was nothing like her son, but she did love his large cock, she didn't realize how much she loved cock. Looking at the enormous tits now hanging from Mary's chest, and her long nipples, Hubbard was satisfied. "Are you ready for this princess," he asked and shoved it into her wet hole before she could respond. "Mmmmph...." She moaned. He was so large, larger than anything she had previous had enter her. After several rough strokes he pulled out, leaving her empty, just as she was responding to the new wave of pleasant feelings she couldn't help but feel. "Just getting started princess," he said as he lined up his cock up against her rear hole and pushed in while telling her. "You love taking cock up your ass; it feels better than a cock in your tight pussy. You are love this and will have one of your biggest orgasms ever and that is when I will complete your initiation and make you a full-fledge agent of the ring. "Ooohh, Mmmmph, Yes, Master, "Mary said as she realized that he was right, she loved getting fucked up her ass, how come she didn't realize it before. She was panting now, her climax only seconds away, her master was pounding her with his long thick cock, while he pulled on her long nipples which he made more sensitive to his manipulation, all he needed to do was to turn her diamond when she begins her climax. "Nnnnghh, oooohhhh, iiiieeee," Mary screamed as she began to erupt in an orgasm the likes she has never known. Pulling her closer with one hand while reaching and turning her diamond stud with the other, Hubbard, controlling John's body began to spew large spurts of coming into the helpless woman. The red light of Mary's diamond began emitting a rainbow of colors and they filled the room with their radiance, like a spotlight on a mirrored disco ball. "Now, John, now," his dad called and seemed to have pushed him forward just as the radiation began to penetrate the ring and all of its diamonds absorbed the energy. Inside the ring the prisoners were violently shaken, like 8.0 earthquake combined with the noise of a hurricane. A Gift From His Father Ch. 06 John wasn't quite in control yet, but he surprised Hubbard and punched his virtual chin with a left hook followed but a right upper cut to his virtual solar plexus, knocking him back to the limbo of the ring and the storm that was erupting throughout it as the ring absorbed the sexual energy Mary was transferring. John was caught off guard as his body completed its ejaculation into his mother rectum; all he could do was to hold on to her hips as his dick continued it almost endless spurts. Finally, it was over and John was sweating profusely, while Mary continued to shudder through the greatest orgasm of her life. Suddenly, the guilt hit him. He had just fucked his mother and committed incest. "Johnny, I got him. Nice work," his dad praised him. "Nooooo," Hubbard yelled. "Quiet, Lafayette, before I really hurt you," Dr. Smith told him as a mental rope seemed to coil around the essences that was Hubbard. "Don't call me that, owwweee," continued to whine, lamenting that his freedom was so brief. "I will call you Lafayette despite your insistence on being called L. Ron, what a stupid name that is," Dr. Smith told him as he virtually tossed him into the deepest part of the void. John was afraid to move, as his enormous cock began to shrink and slide from his mother's ass. He pulled on it and it popped free releasing a torrent of juices pouring out of her ass. Mary collapsed on the bed, April and Elizabeth were still actively exploring each other's sex, engaged in a classic sixty nine with little signs of slowing and oblivious to the struggle that had just occurred. John came around to his mother's side and turned her using her shoulders, his now flaccid cock hanging down to his knees. His body was surging with new energy from the transfer and although he felt incredible his only thoughts were of his mother and if she was alright. As she turned he saw the giant pillow she was laying were actually her tits. That word fit. They were enormous; she was now at least a 42 EEE. She began to come around and looked at him in his eyes. "Master, that was something," she said, then casting her eyes south saw his flaccid cock and her mouth began to water, she had to have that cock in her mouth. And before she could say anything more she scooped it in her hands and began sucking on it. It felt good, Hubbard must have increased John's sensitivity because he found it difficult to remember what he was thinking before Mary began sucking him off. "Time out," Elizabeth yelled, trying to catch her breathe. "Okeydokey," April said. She sat up and her long blonde ponytail flipped back over her back, her extra-large tits jiggled for thirty seconds before settling into place. She giggled and cooed, "Ohhh their larger now and hefting one in her hand brought a nipple to her mouth and began to nurse as the pleasant feeling began to warm her dripping wet cunt. John hardly recognized April; she looked like a porn star and a characterization of the girl he once knew. "Oh, Hiya Johnny. How's it hanging," she said taking her boob from her mouth. "Oh, I see it isn't. Hey, you said you weren't fucking your mommy," She pouted and went back to sucking her nipple. "Some party you have going here," Elizabeth said, but we could use a few more men and if she is through I sure could use that cock inside me." John was overwhelmed. He was just short of panicking, until he heard his father's soothing voice. "It's okay Johnny, you can fix this. The physical stuff is easy, the psychological may require time, but you can fix this." John realized that he could fix it all, but where to begin. He took his father's advice and imported a couple of his horniest buddies to keep Elizabeth and April busy while he worked on straightening out the damage done to his mother. April giggled when the boys materialized, thinking it was play time again. Elizabeth was more than ready for more. He took Mary to her bedroom to see the full extent of the damage Hubbard had caused. She had trouble walking and adjusting to her new size and John strengthened her abs and back muscle to compensate. He sat her on the bed and looked at her in her eyes; she looked back at him and smiled. "Mom" he asked, "are you alright? She didn't say anything for a while, he looked her over, and physically only her breast seemed to have been changed. He would fix that in a few minutes, but he needed to assess her mental state first. The diamond stud that all agents of the ring are permanently pierced with was normal and sparkling in a rainbow of colors as it caught the light, which wasn't easy considering how it was shaded by her enormous breast. "Well, Master, let me see. I am an agent now and I feel good, finally able to transfer my collected sexual energy to you. It seems to have cleared my mind, too. I felt as if I was in a fog over a great many things," Mary told him. She continued to say that she had suspected that some things had changed the day after she gave him that package delivered to from his father's estate. She knew that he was a very powerful man, but didn't really know the extent of his powers until now. And that she was well aware that he now possessed those amazing powers. She was confused by several more things, like why he didn't come to her in the first place. Why had he given her such large boobs? And if she could suck on his cock while he answered, it felt so good to have a cock in her mouth. Or he could fuck her in her ass again; she really liked that, although she couldn't remember liking it before. John sighed. First things first he thought. He returned her breast to the perfection that they were before Hubbard had escaped. Mary, sighed a sigh of relief as the extra weight was lifted off her chest replaced with a stunning pair of perfect breast. Thank you, Master," She said. He didn't like being called that, so he told her that she could resume calling him John or Johnny. She smiled and hugged him, pulling his naked body to him. She reached down and took his cock in her hand and squeezed it and as if it had a mind of its own it began to harden and grow. John when did you become so large? Not that I mind, it just that there is so much of it. "Oh, I forgot," he said and returned it to his former size, as Mary squeezed it again and he achieved his full size and she took him again into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she cooed around his penis. "Mom, about our having sex," he hesitated. "Are you alright with this?" She told him that all this was new to her. And that she loved him more now more than ever before, but he was Master of the Ring of Power, she was a new agent and his mother. She wasn't really sure what agents did other than have a lot of sex with a lot of people and collect sexual energy which gave the ring its magical powers. If having sex with the Master of the Ring was part of the job, she didn't have a problem with it. And since she would be having sex with a lot of people anyway she would certainly enjoy having sex with someone she loved. She went on to talk about what incest laws were designed to do and since he wouldn't want to make her pregnant she was okay with whatever he decided. And if he would hurry up because if she didn't get a cock in one of her holes right away she might go mad. John finally realized that she was still not behaving normally and he with the help of his dad was able to remove the command that she loved to suck cock, returning the desire to a normal level. John told her that he loved her but hadn't decided how he felt about having sex with her, and that they will keep their true relationship a secret for now. Satisfied that she was her old self they returned to John's bedroom, where Elizabeth and April had all but worn out Johns two buddies. John returned them home, wiping their memories of everything except that they had hooked up with two hot chicks from a local sorority and that they had fucked their brains out. John suggested that Mary and Elizabeth go clean up and then see what they could find for a meal while John tended to April. He watched the two sexiest women he had ever seen wiggle and jiggle as Mary led the way to the bathroom. April waved bye-bye with a silly grin on her face. "Hey, Apes," he said, "Are you okay?" He hardly recognized her. She looked very different with long blonde hair and Hubbard had turned her into a "stereotypical bimbo". "Hi ya cutie, you want to fuck me again," she asked "I really need do need some more cock, she sighed and batted her eyelashes at him. John sighed. Hubbard really did a number on her. He hoped that he would be able to fix the mess he made. He changed her hair back to its original color and length, and returned her lips to normal. He had her stand and returned her physic to normal leaving her breast at the size he had created earlier and erased the tattoo from her ass cheek. Now came the hard part, he returned her mind to its original state and braced himself for what was to come. "April, how are you feeling," he asked as he had her sit again. "Johnny, what are you doing to me? How are you doing these things and why, "She said and broke into tears. John calmed her and she stopped crying. He tried to explain to her all that had happened since he first took possession of the ring, giving her a mental nudge, helping her to believe it. He told her that he hadn't really done all those things to her, that he had become processed by a former owner of the ring, and that he was trying to correct things, put them back to normal. As far as he could tell everything was back to normal, physically, but due to his out of body experience he didn't know everything that was done to her. He asked again, "How do you feel?" "Fine I think, considering," she said. "I am a more than a little hungry." As if on cue, Elizabeth and Mary walked in carrying trays of food and beer. They had showered but didn't dress so they were both gloriously naked their diamond stud piercings glistening as they caught the light. April was overcome with the urge to eat pussy, and seeing Mary naked again and her trimmed bush she said to John in a hush tone, "So, since you are fucking your mother, do you mind if I do too." And she got up to help Mary with the tray of food and pulled her into a kiss. Mary was caught a little of guard, but responded immediately returned the kissed. She pushed Mary into the bed and began to lick between her legs and asked, "Is that a real diamond? How come you and Elizabeth have diamonds and I don't?" Not waiting for an answer, April resumed her dispensing her gifted tongue. John released that this was out of character for April and talked to her mentally, telling her that if she chooses she can continue to be bi-sexual, but that this was not her normal character. She no longer felt that she had to eat every pussy she saw. But that if she had enjoyed what she had experienced than she could continue, the choice was her alone. April stopped licking Mary, much to Mary's disappointment, as she was beginning to enjoy the sweet sensations April's talented tongue was providing. Sitting up, she blushed and apologized and making her way to the food found herself a sandwich. She didn't realize how hungry she was and finishing the first had a second, too. John wasn't sure that he had undone all the harm that April had suffered. He should have been paying closer attention when Hubbard was in control of his body, but it was very distracting being in a state of limbo, floating as consciousness without a body, aware that there were many others around, but being unable to see them. While everyone ate, he asked his dad about what it was like for him and was told that you become accustom to it after a while, and learn who you can trust and who to avoid. When he asked how many were in there with him he replied that there were at least 20, but maybe more. John became concerned that all of them were potential body snatchers and that he could and would one day be trapped there, too. His father thanked him for freeing him to speak earlier, he had been confined and limited in his ability to respond, but that Johnny had given him a level of superiority and that although still limited by the rules that bounded him there, he was able to provide him with valuable information to prevent another takeover. Following his father's instruction, John was able to build a strong barrier between his mind and the limbo prison of the ring. His father reminded him that abuse of the ring's power would result in his imprisonment and what happened with Hubbard wasn't his fault and that he wouldn't have to account for that, and that he had already atoned for the damage anyway. John made his way to the food and found his mother admiring his enlarged room and furnishings. "Like what you've done with the place," she said as she saw him approaching. "Thanks," he said as he found a sandwich and took a bite. "You know that we have to get a bigger place. This isn't going to be enough space." She looked at her son and agreed. She thought she could sell the place or lease it out; she would be doing a lot of traveling and wouldn't need it if he got a place of his own. So that was settled, John would get things rolling. This would be a good excuse to see how Adams operated. He would begin that tomorrow and look for suitable new housing. Strengthen by the new energy he recently received John was ready for another round of love making, but he was still unsure of how to cope with his mother, then realized that she was one of his agents now and she would get no special favors and he would treat her as he treated all of his ladies. At least that's what he will attempt to do. He pushed on April's mind to refer to his mother as Mary and forget the fact that she was his mother. John knew that wasn't a permanent solution but would suffice for now. He jumped into his extra-large bed and called his women to join him, all three slithered into his bed, Mary, Elizabeth and April. He produced a few toys for them to amuse themselves with while he took his time pleasuring each one of them several times until it was late in the evening. Mary and Elizabeth were snuggled together and sound asleep, while April gathered her clothes and shoes began to head for the door. John walked with her into the foyer, she kissed him and told him that she had a lovely time and was looking forward to doing it again real soon. She put her sandals on and went to the door, when John asked her. "Apes, aren't you forgetting something?" John said, a smile growing on his lips. She looked at him and realized that she was about to exit the house stark naked. She remembered her instructions to wear the minimum amount of clothes outside and be naked indoors, so she pulled on her skirt and top and put her underwear into her purse and said, "Thanks, that would have been embarrassing. I'll call you later." Upon arriving home she pulled her car into the garage next to her mother's and after closing the big door got out stepped out of the car and pulled off her clothes. She entered the dark and quiet house, following the trail of night lights that lit the way to her room. She was tired from the long day; she looked at message light on her cell phone and realized that she had six calls and several texts all from Gary whom she was supposed to have met tonight. "Oh well, "she thought, "I'll just have to make it up to him later." She was too tired to call him tonight and decided it could wait until tomorrow. Getting to her room, she put her things down, and went into her bathroom to take care of her night time hygiene before slipping into her bed and a deep dreamless sleep. She woke up early the next morning refreshed and ready to seize the day. She had a few errands to run and after a quick shower headed downstairs where she smelled coffee brewing, which meant that he mom hadn't left for work yet. She bounded down the stairs shimming and jiggling as she entered the kitchen, she kissed her mother on the cheek and went to the cupboard for a mug and poured herself a cup of the strong brew. Her mother was facing the open window admiring her view of the eastern mountains, while they caught up on things since they last saw each other. After about ten minutes of light conversation, Candace got up and went to the sink to wash her cup when she saw her daughter standing there completely naked and dropped it and it shattered into a dozen pieces. "April Martin! Where are you clothes," she shrieked. "What did you do to yourself, your boobies are huge." Candace looked down her body and saw the gold ring piercing her vulva. "You're into piecing, too!" It was clear that Candace was going to be late for work, her daughter had lost her mind and she needed to find out when all this happened and if she could fix it or if counseling was the answer. Over the next thirty minutes Candace ranted and April did her best to answer and put her mother's mind at ease. Her mother finally gave up; she was late and decided to deal with it later. A sharp pain hit her casing her to double over; she was beginning to feel the effects of withdrawal, she hadn't had any of John's cum today. John woke this morning think of the threat that Hubbard made regarding his unmet step mother and siblings. Maybe it was time they met. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 07 Surfing through numerous websites and downloading data became so much easier after he modified his computer; John thought as contemplated his new life and new abilities. In the past few days, he was not only able to control people but make physical changes to their bodies and make them do and think what he wanted them to. The only catch was that if his motives were selfish he'd have to make sure that he did more to help people than bad. Maintaining a good balance was important, or he might find himself imprisoned within the ring with other less successful masters. The ring seemed to generate its power from sexual energy, that which he generated and that of his agents, women who worked for him whose job it was to seek out partners and have mind blowing sex, then transfer that energy back to him via the ring. John was now getting more sex than he ever imagined he could, and being a young man of eighteen, he imagined a lot of sex. However, he had almost lost everything when his body was taken over by a former master of the "Ring of Power" and he worried that the things had done while he wasn't in control, if they would be held against him. He needed to strike a sufficient balance so that he would never come close to abusing the power and suffer the fate of previous masters. He felt like he was losing himself, being slowly seduced by the power of the ring. He understood that he would have to make some significant changes in his life, he had wealth and power, but how would he know how much to change? He didn't know. Had he already been changed and by his encounter with the imprisoned former masters, were they influencing him now and corrupting his mind? The number of failed masters was astonishing, even his father had failed. How many minds were trapped inside the ring? How old was it? If they couldn't resist abusing its power what made him think he could. He was still just a kid, not yet nineteen. "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely", goes the saying. He didn't want to end up back in that void with the others; in that short period of time he was there it terrified him. Summing his courage, he smiled as he thought of the many new benefits, such as being able to upgrade his existing PC through pure thought taking it beyond the "state of the art" to the next level of computing using holograms as an interface and to display images and information. His searches were find a suitable new home, something just inside Mountain View city limits, yet a little more rural on a few acres of land for him to develop. "Don't worry, Johnny." The voice of his father interrupted his thoughts. "I am here to help guide you. Simply be true to who you are, and trust yourself. You are a good person." "Thanks, dad," John replied still not quite accustom to his thoughts being heard. He wondered if everyone imprisoned within the ring could hear his thoughts, too. "No, Johnny, they can't." His father lied. "Only I can hear them. If it makes you feel better, I can simply remain in the background until you need me, holding my tongue except in the event of imminent peril." "Okay, dad that may be best, for now." "By the way Johnny, you are going to need more agents, Mary and Elizabeth are enough. At the rate you are consuming energy, even if you planned on having sex constantly, you will need at least five more agents, if you continue at your current level of consumption. I suggest you begin looking for converts. When you are ready, I will teach you how to transform and train them." "Okay, I do have one or two in mind, but I hadn't considered needing so many. I guess I will have to expand my list." John began to feel better about things. It was time Elizabeth and Mary went to work collect sexual energy. John kind of felt like a pimp, but then he reframed the question and realized that his job was to help people. Sexual energy was just how he was able to create his magic. In addition to finding suitable sexual partners he would instruct all his agents would seek out and identify people that were worthy of the special help that he could provide. Elizabeth needed to find a new place to live, he thought, although there would be plenty of space in his new house, she needed a residence of her own. She should be able to handle any problems that may arise with the disappearance of Ms. Lizzy, by now people would have certainly began to wonder where she was, but without a body, there wouldn't be much of a reason to suspect that she had died. Upon further thought, perhaps Mary should keep the house; it may provide him with an anchor to his old life. She would also have a room in his home and she should continue to see Dr. James, and could work him in around her other activities, he thought. Mary fascination with Elizabeth was growing, she seemed to know everything; the woman had lived a very long life, had a tremendous wealth of knowledge and was eager to share. Imaging having lived over a hundred years and then instead of dying being able to start again in your thirties and have all that accumulated knowledge intact. She taught Mary how to size up potential partners who would generate the most sexual energy and how to recognize those that weren't worth the time. She also helped her hone her knowledge of the Kama Sutra and which positions were the most exciting. Mary was delighted when John told her to continue to see James; she planned to do just that. And now there would be many new lovers, she didn't want to hurt James, and she certainly wouldn't be able to settle down with one man now. She was happy, happier than she had been in a very long time. April dialed the number frantically, not getting through the first three times before she remembered that she had programmed the number into her cell phone. "John, is that you? Thank GOD, are you home? Can I come over; better yet can you come here?" April asked clearly agitated and in a hurry. John, paused before answering, making certain that it was April on the end of the call. She didn't sound like herself and he was becoming very concerned. "April, you don't sound good. Are you all right?" He asked remembering that not more than twelve hours ago, his body had been high jacked and he altered her mind in several ways, some which he didn't understand and despite his attempts to correct the damage, she may still be under the influence of those remaining commands. "Yes, I will be therein ten minutes," he told her as he ended the call and jumped to his feet. He had been sitting in the kitchen in his mother's favorite spot watching the sunrise over the mountains. Still naked; he finished the glass of orange juice he had been nursing, no longer needing the coffee his body once craved and headed for the door. Before he opened it he was casually dressed in tan Dockers, loafers without socks and a red polo shirt, keys in his hands, Aviator Ray-Bans on his face and cellphone in his pocket. He drove his Z in what he liked to think of as "phantom mode" so that traffic and signals wouldn't be an issue and arrived at April's home in eight minutes. It was impressive to get there so quickly, but he couldn't help wonder with his powers could he do better. He wondered about flying or transportation for a second but there was something wrong with April and that took priority. April had been pacing back and forth in the living room ever since she hung up the phone, she was like an addict going through withdrawal, and she needed John's cum. In her mind she could see John's impressive hard penis, she caressed it and kissed it and pulled it into her mouth licking it and pulling it down into her throat, and when he climaxed she would also. She was very wet in anticipation and her large breast bounced and swayed every time she turned to repeat the short walk. Back and forth, she imagined him squirting down her throat and her taking him from her mouth and letting him squirt on her face and around her mouth as she licked at it and tried to catch each spurt with her tongue. "Where it he," she thought, looking at the grandfather clock and realizing that it had only been five minutes since she hung up the phone. She had never craved anything this much in her life, she didn't know what it was, but if she didn't get his cock in her mouth in the next 30 minutes she would die. On an impulse, John looked at the front door of April's home; concentrated and visualized himself standing there, and astonishingly he found himself there. Immediately he had a strong sense of April anxious pacing back and forth waiting for him. He rang the doorbell and looking into her mind sensing the pressure she was feeling. She opened the door and pulling him inside and began clawing at his pants in an effort to get them off. She finally undid his belt and to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion. John's growing manhood popped forward and April quickly pulled it into her waiting mouth. Normally it would have taken John several minutes to become excited enough to come, but April was like a junky needing her next fix, so having the ability to control his body released a massive load, which April eagerly swallowed, not missing a drop triggering her climax. She released his flaccid member and fell backwards on the floor to ride out the rest of her orgasm. Laying there naked in the foyer she cuddled and fondled herself shuddering in her post orgasmic euphoria. John looked down at her and wondering what he had done and how he could it her so that it wouldn't happen again. Kneeling he took her right hand and joined her on the floor and stroked the hair from her face. "Hey Ape's," he said, "How are you doing?" "Mmmm, really good, Johnny" she moaned while her free hand roamed around the nipple of her left breast and then made a beeline to her nether lips. "So glad you came by." John chuckled at the double meaning and then got serious, "So Apes, what's going on with you? I sense that things aren't quite right, you want to tell me about it?" April sat upright, the marble floor was a welcomed coolness on her naked sweaty flesh but now it was becoming uncomfortable cold. She had gotten fix and was beginning to return to normal. She told him about the argument she had with her mother over a little nudity around the house and being alarmed about her new piercing, she was so old fashion, she told John. He had forgotten the gold ring piercing her labia and taking a peak he gave it a gentle tug causing April to shudder. When he asked her why she felt so desperate to have his cum, she shrugged it off as simply being a little horny again after the sex they had the previous night. There was something that John missed, he began to take inventory, he figured that he had to remove her addiction for his cum or any cum, and give her a normal level of modesty. He decided that after what she had been through she deserved a boost of intelligence, maybe ten points or so and improved memory. He also wanted her to feel comfortable telling him how she felt. He watched closely as April's face reflected the changes, going from a dopey grin to a more serious and confident smile. Her eyes sharpened and seemed to be more focused; he could see the intelligence behind her eyes. Rising to her feet she suggested that they go to her room, not wanting to shock her mother further by risking getting caught having sex, again. Her last patience's needs satisfied, Candice Martin was finally able to think about going home. She was in no hurry as she thought about how she would face her daughter. April had always been a sensible girl. She did well in all her classes and had her pick of colleges to attend this fall. Despite the ugly divorce from her father, April showed no signs of emotional trauma that sometimes affect children when a home breaks up. Perhaps this was the delayed result of the break up. Theirs was particularly messy divorce; she had caught her husband with another woman in their bed. He had been cheating on her for months, she returned early from a conference. He tried to shift blame to their changing values and that they had simply just grown apart. They were both bent on inflicting as much pain and suffering on each other as was possible and poor April had been caught in the middle. When and how did she get a breast augmentation without her being aware of it? She was under age. Candice knew it takes 7-12 days to recover from the surgery, and the swelling may take 3-5 weeks to disappear. So when did this all happen? What kind of mother was she not to have noticed? As soon as completed her paperwork, (funny that they still referred to it as paperwork, it was all done on PCs now), she left and went straight home. She hoped to find April home and they could discuss the whole thing. She forgot that she needed to stop at the market until she was pulling into the driveway, and decided to leave the car out and go to the market afterwards. She used the front door, since it was closer, instead of the garage entrance. Although she couldn't hear them, she saw April and John's having sex in the foyer. Was April really that out of control that she couldn't have waited to have sex with the boy in her bedroom? Candice was amazed at John's size, having only seen its equal in medical books. She was appalled at the whole scene and yet drawn to it and while she watched her daughter take its entire length into her mouth and throat, she began to image that it was her. She imagined the fullness and the warm hardness of his cock; it had been so long since she'd handled one she was becoming very damp just thinking about it. It took all her will power not to put her hands on her own steamy sex to satisfy that urge. She was beginning to wonder how long she would have to wait on her porch before they finally got up and left for what she hoped was April's bedroom. Candice waited another minute then put her key in the door and crept inside. She wasn't sure how to proceed. Perhaps she'd simply wait for them to finish and deal with it all afterwards. That made sense, although after watching them together, she was tempted to see more. John was aware of another presence in the house; reaching out with his mind he recognized it was indeed Mrs. Martin. He did a gentle probe and learned that she had watched them from the front porch and had been excited by what she observed. She wanted to watch, but was frightened by the urges. John increased her curiosity as well as her desire. He put into her mind that she should watch some more, but not interfere; she would want to join in but be unable. Then he returned his attention to April. They had just completed another breathless kiss; April was a very skilled kisser. Both allowed their hand to roam each other's body and they were more than ready to continue what they had begun in the foyer. John wasted no time and pushed his rejuvenate penis into April, much to her delight. She was tight but more than ready. This was becoming John's second favorite part of the entire sexual process second only to climaxing. As he moved in and out, April responded with little moans and clenched her muscles gripping him on the out stroke, which he truly enjoyed. He watched the door to April's room open slightly and knew that Mrs. Martin had a good view. As he continued pumping, he increased April's enjoyment and her moans became louder until they were almost screams. Candice Martin was mesmerized and couldn't pull her eyes away from the two teenage lovers. Watching was making her so wet, she couldn't believe what she was doing. It was such naught fun and she was so turned on that she soon had her hands in her clothes helping her feel what she was watching. She had one hand under her bra pulling on her nipple and the other in her pants fingering her pussy. John increased her arousal and heightened her sensitivity. Candice was finding it difficult to keep silent but somehow knew that suppressing her screams would magnify her pleasure. John and April changed positions, John entered her from behind and continued to pound her as she bent over her bed allowing him to easily play with her incredible breast. Candice could help but feel envious of those lovely tits; she couldn't understand how April pulled that off without her knowledge. She longed to have breast as lovely. Since the divorce she had let herself go. It wasn't intentionally, it just happened. She ate all the wrong foods and got out of the routine of exercising and soon she didn't have the time or desire. She had grown fat in all the wrong places and felt bad that she was no longer the desirable woman she once was. By now April was coming again and Candice feel gentle to the floor as her own orgasm engulfed her, too. John continued to hold back until Candice was watching again and he pulled out and as April positioned herself to catch the large amount of his juices she was becoming to expect from him. Candice watched in awe as he continued to pump pulse after pulse onto April waiting mouth and face, what missed her open mouth her eager tongue seemed to be able to find. Candice realized that they were done and she needed to leave before she got caught, her pants were around her ankles and she almost fell over as she tried to pull them up while stepping away, but feeling naughty pulled them off instead and headed for her bedroom. John gave her mental instructions to go to her room and prepare herself for his visit. She had ten minutes. Candice thought, "John wants me, too. I need clean myself up. I have only ten minutes, I'll have to hurry. John and April cuddled enjoying the warmth of each other's company. April couldn't believe how good she felt, after having sex with John; he never failed to leave her breathless, what a good lover he was. She needed to make him a big lunch; he must be hungry after all the work. She would shower and then go to the market. She kissed him and told him her plans and rushed off to shower. John told her that she would be so focused on accomplishing her task that she wouldn't worry about his whereabouts. John pulled on his pants and strolled to Candice Martin's bedroom as he heard the water from April's bathroom begin. John opened the door and entered the large master bedroom. Candice Martin was lying in her bed, under the covers, leaning on one arm waiting for John. "Hello, Johnny," she said in her sensual voice which she reserved for her few lovers, "I've been waiting for you." "I've been waiting for you too," John said, looking at her full figure lying beneath the bed sheet. "Why don't you come over here and show me how eager you are to see me?" Candice graceful slid out from under the covers and sauntered into John's arms. She was completely naked. She was short about 5'4" and heavy about 50 lbs. overweight. John remembered how beautiful he found her when he was a young boy. Then she had an athletic body which she kept trim by running and doing all sorts of aerobic exercises. John had a crush on her and was very obedient to any request she made of him whenever he was in their home playing with April or doing their homework assignments together. Their lips met and Candice initiated one of the most erotic kiss he'd ever experienced. The kiss was tender and lasted a minute or more as their tongues inter-twined. "What do you think," Candice asked as she broke the kiss, and looked lovingly into his eyes waiting for him to tell her what to do next. "Candice, you are a very beautiful and desirable woman," he told her as he pulled away from her embrace, "Let me look at you," taking her by the hand and turning her so that he could look upon her full naked body. She was a little reluctant and blushed turning completely pink all over, she knew she wasn't' as pretty as she'd been, but he pushed on her mind allowing her to relax and do as he asked. A Gift From His Father Ch. 07 As John could see the extra pounds were unevenly distributed mostly on her belly, hips and legs. She didn't look bad but he would make her look beautiful and youthful again. "You haven't change a bit since I first met you," he lied as she completed her second rotation. "How do you feel, remember that you can be completely honest with me, Candice." He was right, she thought, she could confide in him. He was a good friend that she could trust. "Well, to tell you the truth," she said, "I am miserable. I have gained a lot of weight, not been a good mother to April and now she's gone and gotten her breast enlarged without telling me. I must be a really bad mother not to have noticed or confide in me." She was on the verge of tears. John soothed her and Candice relaxed, taking her once again into his strong young arms, she melted in to his embrace. Pushing on her mind he calmed her further and he told her he would help her. Pushing again she believed him. He walked her over to the wall near her closet and had her stand still as he began sculpting her body like an artist working with stone, chiseling away the unwanted inches and pounds. Candice's flesh warmed and when she looked down at her belly she saw her feet for the first time in almost four years, the fat that obscured her view was gone. She felt lighter, looking into the adjacent mirror she couldn't believe her eyes, a naked version of her was staring back. She wanted to jump up and down, but John calmed her again and told her he wasn't through. He toned her muscles and watched as muscular definition manifested itself on her limbs and abdominals. Focusing his attention to her breast he saw that they were much smaller now, but proportional to her new body. Nevertheless, he began to enlarge them and Candice held her breathe as she watched them swell. After a few moments they had grown to 36 inches and bordered between a "C" and "D" cup. He grew her nipples slightly, when she became aroused they would protrude a half inch. He increased their sensitivity; she would be able to climax by nipple stimulation alone. He gave them extra firmness so they would never sag, and made them soft enough so that they would always look natural and never look cosmetically enhanced. Finally John looked at the wild mass of hair that covered her sex. He trimmed it short and shaped a small landing strip to with an arrowhead pointing down. A closer look revealed Candice's swollen sex, her minor labia lips protruding from her major. He heightening her sensitivity there as well, she would enjoy sex. He looked her over; she looked amazing having already done her hair and makeup, he made her face narrow, too reflect the weight lost there. Candice looked as he remembered her as he was growing up, just a bit "top heavy", but that was fine. With that thought he remember to strengthen her back muscles to be better able to handle the new weight and he instilled a mental command that she would eat sensibly and exercise regularly. He released Candice allowing her to move freely, again. She lightly ran to the mirror and looked herself over. She squeezed her new breast and her knees buckled at the pleasure that she gave herself when she pulled on her nipples. Recovering she laughed when she looked at her groin, she laughed again enjoying John's sense of humor, shaping her pubic hair. She was delighted and ran back to John to ask how he was able to do all of that. He took her to her bed and gentle pushed her down and stepped between her legs as she spread them for him. With his hand he pushed her gently once more causing her to lie back lifting her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he moved his mouth to her vulva. While he did all this he pushed into her mind that she was enjoying the results of a vigorous exercise program that she had been on for the last six weeks. She would slowly reveal the results at her job over the next few weeks. Candice squealed with delight as John ran his tongue along her swelling lips enjoying the liquids that she was producing. "You'll need new clothes," he planted in her mind, "there's a nice little boutique in the mall across the street from the Main Street Bank, see the owner Cindy Ash. She will be happy to help you." He increased the speed of his tongue and like a flower opening it peddles to the sun, she began to open her womb to his ministrations. The taste of her juices were like honey and he couldn't get enough, he longed to stick his tongue deeper into her so he allowed it to grow and snaked its way down her love tunnel. By now Candice was moaning loudly and having trouble lying still. Using his fingers he found her clit and he lightly rubbed it with his fingers causing her to almost jump off the bed. Probing her mind he quickly learned what she liked and concentrated his activities there. She loved what his tongue was doing and couldn't imagine how he was able to reach so deeply, he laughed to himself when he realized that it had grown over twelve inches long. He began to retract it but continued to stimulate Candice's clit. She was at the edge of a huge climax, pulling his tongue completely out he thinned the tip wrapping it around her clit like a lasso and manipulated it. That was more than she could bear and exploded with the biggest climax that she had had in over five years. All her pent up sexual energy released caused her gush her juices unto John's face. He was quick enough to catch a mouthful, but there was a lot. Candice was screaming now and her pleasure just kept on flowing like a burst dam. John wondered if she was a natural "squirter" or if he had caused this. Finally, she began to slow and shuddered occasionally as she began to relax. John reached out his hand and a large towel appeared, he wiped his face and mopped up most of Candice's juices and dropped his pants shedding them he mounted her. She was still trembling in post orgasmic bliss and screamed with delight as he entered her. She wasn't very tight, so John strengthened her muscles and she quickly tightened her grip on him. John grew himself in girth and length until her heard Candice moan and he knew she had never had anyone as large in her before. Taking his time he pulled out slowly until he was almost out and without warning shoved in hard and hitting bottom. She was taking all of him and wrapped her legs around his torso as he continued to saw in and out. She was holding on now and enjoying the ride as John got to his feet and Candice began riding up and down on the large shaft between her legs. She controlled the pace and depth. Panting and sweating she threw her head back as John held her tightly as he walked to the mirror to watch as she rode him. Freeing one hand John reached up and pulled on Candice's left nipple and she exploded increasing her pace like a balloon flying free as it loses its air and collapsed. John caught her and carried her back to the bed and laid her down. She seemed to have lost consciousness. John hadn't come yet and thought that Candice could survive one more orgasm. He looked into her mind to find out if she was a fan of anal sex and was surprised to learn that she was. He cuddled her still recovering body in his and reduced his size slightly while he used her juices to lube her. He lifted her slowly and turned her on to her hands and knees; pressing his cock against her anus he began to penetrate her, he relaxed her muscles further and increased her pleasure as he pushed gently into her tight hole. When he was in as far as he could fit, he rested for a minute and increased his size just a bit. She was so full. It had been almost a dozen years since anyone has entered her back there. How did he know? John pulled Candice to him and rolled onto his back so that she could control the cadence. Placing her hands on his solid abdomen she began lifting herself up and down, squealing with delight as the pleasure increased. Her husband didn't particularly like anal sex and he thought she was perverted for enjoying it. It wasn't the same as having a hard cock in her pussy, but the fullness she felt caused her enormous pleasure. She could feel John was getting close, and she wiggled and slid on his pole at various speeds squeezing and milking him for all she was worth. John grunted announcing that he was coming and released a torrent of his own juice into her bowels, which cause Candice to come as well, much to her surprise. They both collapsed in a heap on the bed, sweating and panting. John slowly shrank and slid out of her anus unleashing a mixture of juices everywhere. Candice excused herself to use the bathroom. John looked at the mess on the bed and sniffed at the strong smell of sex in the room. When Candice returned she was surprised to find the bed clean and the fresh smell of lilac, her favorite scent permeating the room. She easily crawled into the bed next to John. She was still not used to her new lean body it as if it were a dream that could end at any moment. They kissed, again. John ended the kiss and told Candice that this was to be their secret as he looked into her face he couldn't help but see how much she now resembled her daughter April or was it the other way around. John had made Candice very happy, thoughts and regret that she had been carrying ever since the divorce were now faded memories. She would find another lover maybe two or three, after all she was smart and once again beautiful; she wouldn't have to wait long and in the meantime there was John. Sensing that April was returning from her trip to the market, he left Candice to her thoughts and strolled to the den where he had activated the television, a familiar HBO movie filled the big screen. Before he could sit down his clothes covered his body and he smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower. April entered the kitchen carrying a couple of bags of groceries, and saw John getting up from the couch in the den, she smiled to herself when she saw the movie on the television, how many time will HBO run that movie this month, she thought. "Hiya," John said and planted a kiss on her lips. April let the bag drop spilling the contents on the counter and returned the hot kiss. "Hi yourself," she said as he broke off the kiss, leaving her breathless. "Apes, I can't stay for lunch, I have a few things that require my attention. I am sorry that you went through all this trouble for me." John said as he picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. "That's alright," she cooed, he was making her hot for him again. "By the way your mom came home. I think she is in her room," he told her as he headed for the door. "Oh no," she thought, no wonder he didn't want to stay. "We had a nice chat," he said. "She seems to be in a really good mood. He pushed on her mind for both of them to accept their physical changes and that April would reinforce the six weeks of diet and exercise that he made Candice believe. April walked him to the door and placed another steamy kiss on his lips, making him think twice about leaving. But, he had to find a new house and was interested in meeting his step mother and step sisters. Mary dropped Elizabeth off at the local UC Campus where she planned to visit a few of the fraternities and sororities; they had always been a good source of sexual energy in the past. Mary continued on to the hospital where she hoped to meet up with James and see who else would be willing to engage in a little afternoon delight. Everyone was out back in the pool area, Heather, Isabel and Samantha were lying on their chaise longue chairs, oiled up trying to tan their pale bodies while their mother Jacqueline Winchester Smith did lazy laps back and forth in their oversized butterfly shaped swimming pool. The pool had a black bridge crossing it where the butterfly's body would have been, bright orange and black colored tiles on the pool's bottom made it look like a large Monarch Butterfly from the air. Her three daughters were cynical about their mother's sudden obsession with physical fitness since their father's passing. She was wealth after all, who cared what she looked like, and anyone she dated was only going to be interested in her money. She was stunning, often mistaken for the actress Andie MacDowell she had long black tresses and a very nice shape for a woman of her age. For reasons she couldn't explain she now felt compelled exercise vigorously, every day. She bought Universal gym and converted one of the extra bedrooms into an exercise room, complete with mirrored walls and enough floor space to do her aerobic routines. As she continued her laps, she was becoming hungry; and was looking forward to her garden salad lunch; she had lost ten pounds in the last three months. Jacqueline came from old money, she was from the same Winchester family renowned for the rifle that bore their name, her only children Heather, Isabel and Samantha were identical triplets. Like their mother, their porcelain skin didn't tan easily. But unlike their mother they were tall and lanky and thin without much of a shape, they had almost no breast at all despite being in their early twenties and past the age where their womanly curves should have revealed themselves. The girls seemed content lying in a row on brown wicker chaise lounge chairs, wearing matching bikinis of the same style but different colors. Finally getting bored Heather sat up and resumed playing her game of ring toss. Gathering the pool rings into her hands from her sitting position tossed the red, blue, green and yellow ring at the naked pool boy, in an effort to loop one or more around his erect penis. Missing mostly, her toss too low, hitting him in the scrotum and causing him unbearable pain, but unable to move he could only grimaced and brace for the next toss. Had he been able to he would have been curled on the ground in the fetal position. He was perspiring heavily as he bore the pain, but was reaching his limit. Heather refused to release him until he passed out at which time she would let him rest until she could think of new tortures for him. Isabel and Samantha sat up as their cocktails were brought to them by an equally naked muscular male; he too was sporting an impressive erection and sweating though the temperature wasn't that warm. He was a commercial package delivery man for the premiere overnight delivery carrier. He stopped by to deliver a package when he was captured; maintaining an erection for almost six hours was extremely taxing, but better than the punishment for failure. He didn't know how he was able to achieve it, but assumed he had little choice in the matter as he no longer was in control over his body. Lunch was brought out by a black man who looked beaten as he carried the tray of food; he was in a similar condition. An attorney, he had stopped by to get signatures on a few documents, unfortunately he had a full day planned out of the office and wouldn't be missed until late in the evening. He didn't know how he was being manipulated, but only that his limbs no longer obeyed him; he had no control over anything he did. He wasn't permitted to speak and there were painful punishments for failing to perform simply tasks as asked. He set the food on the tables between each of the girls and went to the pool to beckon Jacqueline to come in for her lunch by holding a large towel for her to wrap herself in. Seeing him she swam to the shallow end and allowed him to drape the towel around her and he had a smaller one to wrap her long raven hair. She walked the short distance to her lounge chair leaving dainty wet foot prints behind. She wasn't very tall, only 5'5" and her body looked enticing in her bikini, her nipples poking through the thin material as her nether lips did the same. They all talked between bites of nothing in particular, their captives stood nearby with wide smiles on their faces waiting for further instructions while horrified looks filled their eyes. John had spent the afternoon looking at houses that were large enough for his purposes. He saw two that he thought would work and had two more to see, but he was near the address where his father's widow and his step sisters lived. He knew he was taking a chance that they might not be in, but decided to drop by anyway. "John, are you sure you want to meet your sisters and stepmother, they are a little unusual," said John's father from within the ring he wore on his finger. "I can't say anymore, they are more than they appear, be alert." John was becoming more accustomed to hearing cryptic telepathically messages from his father from time to time, he thought of it like an early warning system. "Message received," he thought. Being eighteen years old and feeling even more invincible with the power of the ring he wasn't worried that there was anything he couldn't handle. Before too long, John pulled his F-150 into the long circular driveway of one of the biggest estates in the area. The gates were open and there were several cars parked outside along with a delivery van, but no one was about. He parked and strolled up to the main entrance which was larger than most homes in his neighborhood. He pushed the button that appeared to be the doorbell, and he heard the sound of a camera pivoting and zooming in on his position. And then the intercom system chirped. "We're out back by the pool could you, please come around," a young female voice stated flatly and then clicked off not waiting for a response. John thought that was a little strange, but perhaps they confused him with someone they were expecting. He trudged through the plush landscape admiring the beautiful California stucco and Spanish tile before finally finding the pool area. He opened the rich wrought iron gate and saw the four women at the opposite end of the pool enjoying refreshments and talking to one another while being attended to by what looked to be their male servants. They waved him in and he walked the thirty yards to join them. "Hello ladies," John said as he got close enough so that he didn't have to shout, "I am..." Before he could finish Heather said, "Another salesman!" And she froze John so that he was unable to move. He was still able to move his eyes and he scanned the scene and saw the three identical sisters looking at him and all three males with erect penises and panic looks in their eyes and he knew he had unwittingly walked into a trap. Suddenly one of the naked men shook free, the muscular delivery driver was able to move again and he ran as fast as he could away from them and towards his still idling truck. John struggled, using his mind to strengthen his resolve. "Help me, Issy, he is strong, this one." Heather yelled as she strained to keep John immobilized. Isabel looped her mind control over John, adding her will to that of her sister. And the black lawyer was released and able to move and sprinted off in the same direction as the delivery driver, they could only control one person at a time. The added mind control slowed John's efforts but didn't stop him as he began to break free. "Sam, we need you." Heather yelled. "But they're getting away," Samantha said. "Forget them, this one is stronger than all of them put together," she said as she grimaced in the effort she was exerting. Samantha looped her mind around John too; as she tightened her grip she watched the pool guy scurry away as the other two had. But it wasn't enough. John was flexing his mental muscles now, scowling in deep concentration he broke one and then another and finally the last mental lasso causing the triplets to fall back grabbing their heads to ease the pain. Just as John was regaining his composure a small vase broke over his head rendering him unconscious. When he awoke, he was standing immobilized inside a dark room within the mansion. Suddenly the lights came on and the four women were facing him as he stood in the middle of some sort of gym. He tried to speak but found that he couldn't. He tried to flex his mental muscles and learned that he didn't have the strength to resist. A Gift From His Father Ch. 07 "You cost us our playmates, looks like you will have to do instead," Heather said as she stepped forward and circled the helpless young man. "Strange, he didn't seem as frightened as the others," she thought. "Don't worry you won't need to say anything, we will pull from your mind what we want to know." John felt her probe brush off his guarded mind as he was able to get a better look at his step family. The girls were identical; there were no identifiable marks on either of them. Heather called out two her sisters, "Issy, Sam, see if you can you probe him, I am not able to get through." John rebuffed each probe easily, he may not be able to move, but he could still guard his mind. While they were trying to break through he affixed an invisible letter on each of their foreheads, the initial of their first name, and only he could see them, he would now be able to tell them apart. "So, it seems you aren't without some skills," Heather taunted him. "No matter," she said. "We can break you as we have so many others, but first things first. Mother," she called. His stepmother, Jacqueline stepped forward and waved her hands in a frightening gesture and John's clothing was ripped of his body, as if invisible hands grabbed them from his collar and pulled in opposite directions, even his shoes were removed, leaving him completely nude and stunned by the ferocity of the attack. All three of his step sisters stepped forward and began to circle him; they looked over his body, particularly impressed with the size of his flaccid manhood. "Samantha," Isabel said, "Looks like we hit the jackpot, sisters." "Let's find out what it looks like erect," Samantha said. John suddenly felt what seemed like a warm mouth engulfs his penis and despite his efforts was unable to resist in his weakened state. He cringed as he felt himself rise and stiffen; he then remembered that he had left himself in an above average size. As the invisible mouth continued to work unseen on John cock the women watched in delight as John continued to grow longer and thicker than anyone they had ever seen before. Both Elizabeth and Mary had been successful in their quest for sexual partners. Elizabeth had found the Omega's up to the task for the most part, although all eight young men were now totally exhausted and sleeping it off. The frat brothers had used every combination imaginable to seduces and overcome the gorgeous nymph that seemed to have wandered into their house; this day would be talked about for years to come in the annals of the fraternity. Meanwhile, Mary was unable to locate James, so she busied herself with three second year med students, two males and one female, in two different settings. It was Interesting that both Elizabeth and Mary chose the exact same moment to transfer their collected sexual energy to John through the ring. Just as John reached the peak of his erection, Heather walked up to him and began to taunt him. "Do you know where you are, I mean what room," she asked not waiting for the answer that she knew he couldn't give. "We call this the playroom. Sure, mother uses it as her gym, but this is where we keep all of our toys." She showed him the riding crop she had retrieved and slapped it onto her palm. Isabel stepped forward wave a 12 inch black dildo and Samantha had a pair of gold weighted nipple clamps and a cock ring. "I can see you are wondering what we are planning to do with these toys," Heather asked. "I think you can imagine if you try." John was beginning to worry. Although his strength was slowly returning, it wasn't return fast enough for him to prevent being sodomized, whipped, or worse. He tried again to flex his mental muscles; after two long minutes, there was nothing, although he was sweating heavily and finally relaxed in futile frustration. As the girls continued to slowly circle and taunt him, John was only able to follow with his eyes; he was struck by the image of the initials he inscribed on their foreheads, I, S, H. They went around again, S, H, I. And finally, H -- I -- S! John realized that may be clue to what his father's crime was and why he was being punished. Samantha asked, "Did you bring some lube for that big fat dildo, Issy?" "He won't need it," she replied, "Let him take it like a man." She laughed and the others joined in. Just when it seemed his fate was sealed, John felt an incredible surge of energy enter his body and he immediately knew where it came from and welcomed it. As he is accepting the energy charge it appeared as if he's in pain, but the feeling is more akin to having an intense orgasm, but his captures didn't know that and they assumed he was once again struggling against his bonds and they continued to circle him laughing at his expense. With the energy transfer completed, John could have easily broken his mental bonds, but he didn't react yet. He waited for the right moment, to catch them completely off guard. "Well, buddy, looks like its time you to learn firsthand how it feels to have a large cock up your ass!" Heather chuckled. "Okay Isabel, let him have it!" Isabel wanted to take a step but found that her feet didn't move. She tried to put more effort into it but it didn't matter, it was if both her feet were rooted into the floor. Heather, turned to her sister and asked, "Come on Issy, what are you waiting for, do him!" Isabel attempted to tell her that something was wrong and she couldn't move, but now she couldn't open her mouth to speak. "Never mind," Heather barked, "Sam, put the nipple clamps on him." Sam, too found that she was unable to move or speak. Frustrated with her sisters' lack of action she lifted the riding crop with the intent to punish her hostage's naked nice ass, but found that she couldn't swing her arm down. In fact like her sisters she couldn't move. Her eye swelled as John stepped forward and gently took the crop from her hand. Before his stepmother could react she too was frozen in place. John had immobilized all four of them; they were now at his mercy. "I don't think so," he chided Jacqueline. "Not this time." He stared at the four frozen women; eye opened wide and felt their shared terror. He duck walked them together in a semi-circle so that he could address them. He relaxed his forgotten erection and calmly told them to take off their clothes. They shed their pool robes and bikinis, tossing them into a pile, and stood before him hands at their sides, unable to move on their own again. John was once again clothed similarly to when he arrived. He looked over the helpless women standing before him and probed their minds. He quickly broke through his sister's puny defenses and learned all he needed to know about them. He neutralized their mind control powers. Focusing on his stepmother he removed her ability to use telekinesis. They felt their powers leave them and were very frightened. They had no idea who John was; Heather had cut him off before he could say. They didn't know whom they had trifled with or the extent of his powers. They trembled in fear as they saw the anger in his eyes. Slowly, however, his anger seemed to cool. John remembered he needed maintain a balance. So he would consider this as he metered out a light punishment. He would give them another chance. He focused his attention on his sisters; they were truly identical, had it not been for his markers, he would have had to rely on his mental probes to tell them apart. He touched Heather's mind again and learned that she took solace in her being identical to her sister, thinking she wouldn't be punish as severely if she pretended to be one of her sisters. Their bodies were slim without the curves women their age displayed. Their small breast looked even smaller swelling slightly and topped with bright red button like nipples. Their bellies were flat, sporting "innies" for navels and all three had shaved pubis, making them look much younger than their 24 years. John was surprised at all the ideas for revenge came to mind, he was angry but decided that the punishment should fit the crime. They didn't know who he was, yet they were ready to hurt him, he remembered the three other men they had captured and abused. They hurt innocent people, apparently for months. Yes, they need to be punished, maybe not as severely as he had first though. He reflected on what he had learned from his mind probes and thought maybe he could help them, since their childhood wasn't very nurturing. First he would reveal his identity then he would make a few physical changes. Their reaction would determine their fate, he was in charge now. John lifted the gag and allowed the women to speak; he turned and addressed Heather, "How do you explain this behavior, Heather? Is this how you get your kicks?" Heather was visible shaken. He knew who she was; she wouldn't be able to hide behind her sisters. She tried to think of a way out of this, to smooth talk him, but soon realized the futility of such thoughts. "We are really sorry," she said sound much more desperate than she intended. "We didn't mean any harm." Her sisters joined in suddenly finding their voices, "Really, we were just having a little fun." "Oh, you call what you did to those men fun? You think shoving that large dildo up my butt would be fun?" John roared. "Well, let's see how much fun it is." Isabel walked up behind Heather, in stiff jerky movements, clearly fighting her body's movements. Heather found herself bent at the waist and Isabel easily pushed the large black dildo all the way into her anus. Heather began to scream, begging for it to stop, while Isabel apologized frantically unable to stop the assault. "What's the matter Heather, Isabel is just having a little fun," John said. Isabel held it firmly in place while Heather panted surprised by the size of the dildo and that it was now inside her. Samantha gasped at the site and found herself marching to join her sisters as a duplicate dildo appeared in her hand. As if on cue, Isabel bent at the waist, still clutching the dildo she had sunk into her sister's rectum. Samantha gave Isabel the same treatment she had given Heather until like Heather the unwanted dildo magically popped through and she too stopped and held it still. Jacqueline thought she might escape the fate of her daughters, until she also found herself walking to join the circle. Heather and Jacqueline found they too had identical dildos in her hand and unwillingly repeated the actions, Heather on her mother and Jacqueline on her daughter. Now all four were bent at the waist with large dildos in their rectums, they could no longer move, which allowed them to breath, neither woman having ever been this full or anything in their rear passage shy of a thermometer. They all knew what was coming next. John waited. All of them yelled and pleaded, promising they were sorry, and that beginning to cry, real tears falling from their eyes. John stood them upright and approached Jacqueline. Abruptly being forced to stand with their rear passages filled was a little discomforting, but John knew that it won't do them any real harm. "What do you have to say for yourselves," John asked her. "I know who you are," she said in a voice that betrayed her confidence. "You do? It's about time, please tell your daughters, so that they too will know who they are dealing with." John spat, a little more venomous than he intended. "You are John Smith!" Jacqueline announced. Samantha asked her sisters, "Whose John Smith?" "Our bastard half-brother," Heather replied. Hearing the mean comment, John bent them all back into position and had they begin working the dildos in and out, eliciting screams of apologies and regrets, so John stopped. "Heather," John said, "I can see that you are going to be a problem. It appears that you can't be trusted. I will have to come up with a special punishment for you." Hearing that Heather, immediately regretted the comment, but knew her apology would be insincere and get her into more trouble, so she held her tongue. John was growing tired of this game. He didn't come here to fight. If they thought of him in that way he would never win them over. So, he decided to take another course of action. He had them remove the dildos and drop them to the floor as he stood them up and marched them back into their positions. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot," John said and he released them from his grip. They all sighed mightily and attempted to regain their composure. Jacqueline cleared her throat and spoke, "John, please forgive our earlier actions, I can offer no excuse for our behavior. Let's recline in the family room and discuss the reason for your visit." "Fair enough," John said. "You may put your robes on." "Very well," Jacqueline said. "Girls why don't you get us some refreshments, and while you are at it release the help from their confinement." Heather shot a look at her mother, but backed down when she saw the look in her mother's eyes. Isabel and Heather prepared cheese, crackers and sliced deli meats and while Samantha opened a bottle of Chteau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac 1996 and brought five crystal glasses. Heather reminded Samantha to release the maids from their quarters, and told her that she should probably bring them with her. The girls returned carrying two trays and the opened bottle of wine. When everyone had a glass of wine in their hands Jacqueline offered a toast, "To new relations and old problems resolved." They clicked glasses and sipped their wine. John hesitated and saw something in Heather's behavior that confirmed his suspicions. "Heather," he called. She lowered her glass and replied, "Yes, brother?" "My wine taste a little funny, would you mind taking a sip and telling me what you think?" "Oh, that's the expensive stuff; you have to develop a palate for it." She attempted to dismiss the request. "But I insist," John said and he compelled Heather to him and had her take the glass and raise it to her lips as her eye grew twice their size. "Nooooo," Jacqueline cried, running to the two and slapping the glass from her daughter's hand. "It's been poisoned. They all watched as the glass fell to the floor shattering the crystal and staining the Persian rug. Angered by the near death experience, Heather called for Maria and Carmen to come and clean up her mess. The two frail young Latin women scurried into the room with cleaning tools to take care of the mess. They wore short tight black and white uniforms and blushed seeing their mistresses' near naked bodies, their beach robs doing little to cover their bodies. John scanned they minds and learned that as he suspected they were undocumented and had been treated poorly and had very little freedom in a sense being held against their will. He reached his limit and had enough. He called the Maria and Carmen to him and asked them to have a seat. "Ladies," John said "We are going to make some changes." Maria and Carmen, from now on these women will do anything you ask them to do. All you have to do is ask. Maria and Carmen looked at each other and then back at John. "She needs to clean mess, she makes," Maria said in her broken English and pointing at Heather. Heather couldn't stop herself, finding the discarded cleaning tools and she began cleaning up the broken crystal and spilled wine. Try though she might she couldn't control her body. The others watched in horror, hoping that they wouldn't be made to pay for the way they had treated the two undocumented workers. Maria giggled at the sight and was eager to do more. Pointing at Isabel she said, "You jump and bark like puppy." Isabel began to jump up and done making barking sounds, much to the delight of the two maids. Carmen not to be left out pointed to Samantha and said, "You go and clean house." Samantha's eyes widened as her body jumped forward and began to straight the room and clean. "No, start in bedrooms," Carmen corrected her. And Samantha left the room to begin her work. The two looked at Jacqueline and then at each other, exchanged a few words in Spanish and then Maria said, "We hungry, you go cook and make it be delicious." Like her daughters, Jacqueline was compelled to obey and her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she jiggle and wiggled out of the room towards the main kitchen, leaving John with the two young women, watching Heather attempting to remove the stain from the rug and Isabel jumping and barking. John said, "Ladies, looks like they will be busy for a while," as he turned his attention to Heather. "Heather in addition to doing everything and anything that Maria and Carmen ask you will also do the same for your sisters. You are completely submissive to them. You will not be able to harm them, me or yourself in any manner. If you as much as think about it, you will have a spontaneous orgasm, each stronger than the previous and yell, 'Yabba-Dabba Do". Heather's eyes grew large and felt the undeniable beginning of an orgasm; she sighed unable to prevent the warm feeling from spreading and yelled "Yabba-Dabba Do, Yabba-Dabba Do". "Oh, my," John said, feinting surprise and shock, "You must learn to control your thinking." Heather turned a bright red all over and yelled "Yabba-Dabba Do, again. He looked at Isabel who was still jumping and barking, "Isabel, looks like you are going to have to help Heather. Why don't you take her to the bathroom and help her settle down, when you're done you both can help clean the house. As the two women left, Heather on weak needs and leaning on her sister, John turned to Maria and Carmen and said, "That was interesting. I am sorry for the way you've been treated; I am in a position to help you in many ways. I am willing to be very generous. What would you like?" Carmen smiled brightly and glancing at Maria said, "Our English not good. You help?" John smiled and told them he understood. He increased their English skills to college graduate levels, reading, writing and pronunciation, erasing any trace of an accent unless they choose to use it. Then he asked, "What do you think?" Maria answered. "I don't feel any different, did you do something?" She squealed and covered her mouth with both hands for a second and then said, "Listen to me. I am speaking perfect English. Carmen, you try." "Look at you," Carmen said, "You and me, we sound like we've been speaking English all our lives, this is wonderful!" Maria said. "Mr. Smith, we don't know how to thank you for this marvelous gift." John smiled and reached into his pocket, he didn't carry a lot of cash on him, but did have about eight hundred dollars, retrieving it he separated it into equal parts and handed them the money. At the same time he implanted his cell number in their minds and told them that they were to go through the girls' clothes and take what clothing they liked, change out of the maid uniforms and they were free to leave when they were ready. He told them they could buy more clothing from a boutique in the mall across the street from the Main Street Bank and have the owner bill him. Finally, he handed them "Green Cards", and told them that he may have a proposal for them, kind of like a job, but to get themselves settled and they could talk about that later. Maria and Carmen accepted the cards, hugged and kissed John on the cheek and hurried off to find clothes from the triplet's closets that they would like. Isabel and Heather worked together and had finished cleaning the kitchen and pool area. They returned and the two completed the cleanup of the crystal glass and wine, they surprised John by doing a good job. He looked at them and was amazed at how closely they resembled each other; they were almost a mirror image of each other. Their short black hair reminded him of the style Morena Baccarin wore as the evil alien queen Anna in the television series "V". But he didn't like the looked; they looked too androgynous and far too pale. A Gift From His Father Ch. 07 Samantha was finishing making her large bed when Maria and Carmen came into the room. They didn't even look at her but went directly to her closet and began looking through her clothes and holding different outfits up to themselves imagining how they would look. Samantha was becoming angry and about to confront them when Carmen looked at her and told her to pay them no attention. To Samantha's surprise she did and finished the bed and left the room. She felt compelled to return to the family room as if she was being summoned. When Samantha returned she instinctively took her position and stood to the right of Isabel, causing John to read the invisible markers he placed on their foreheads, H-I-S. All three stood in front of him waiting for his next instructions. "Dad, what were you doing with these girls," he asked, knowing that his father was watching and that he wouldn't answer until they were alone. He told them that he was going to make physical changes to their bodies and that it wasn't going to hurt, but may feel a little strange, he warned. Since they didn't have any choice they resigned themselves to his control. It was the first time that he attempted to change three people at once, and he felt up to the task. He had Heather and Samantha step forward and turn inward slightly creating a semi-circle, he wanted to see the changes on all three at the same time as well as for them to see each other change. He had them remove their robes. He began with their breast, anything would be an improvement, and currently all they had were large red nipples. Slowly, they began to swell growing mostly on the bottom then and then on the top, and began protruding out from their bodies. He didn't want to overdo it, but he had to admit that he did enjoy large breast, so he enlarged them to a "C" cup size. The girls we amazed as watched with strange fascination each of their bosoms grew, and were disappointed when they stopped. They began to fondle and squeeze their new assets. Their nipples seemed perfect for their new enlarged breast. John added a little extra sensitivity to them, thinking they would like the new sensations and before he could stop them, one by one their knees buckled as they experience pleasure they never knew existed. He scolded them and told them there would be plenty of time to experiment once he was done, so reluctantly they stood and left the hands fall by their sides. He firmed up their abs and back muscles, but not enough that they looked muscular; he wanted a more feminine look, which they lacked. They had almost no hips so he sculptured a nice bottom to balance their enlarged breast and bubble their flat butts just a bit. Looking at their naked pubis, he grew and shaped small landing strips into their individual initials. Overall John was as pleased as the girls were with their new looks, and John was ready to add the finishing touches. He grew their hair to just below their shoulders and changed their hair colors, Samantha's to auburn, Isabel's to brown and Heather's to blonde, and for now they were all styled in a popular Megan Fox look. He permanently painted their nails, Samantha's orange, Isabel's honey brown and Heather's bright pink. Finally, John darkened their skin tones to a health tan. John locked in the changes so that they wouldn't be able to change them, a hair cut would result in the hair growing back within hours and dyes wouldn't adhere to the hair follicle. John had to agree that he liked what he had done. He thought that maybe his step sister would appreciate the changes, but it didn't matter. He could have done a lot worse and considering what they had tried to do to him, he was prepared to add a few sexual dysfunctions. He found himself getting aroused as he looked upon them; they were now stunning beautiful women. They may still require attitude adjustments. Jacqueline came into the den pushing a cart full of food and drinks; she had used her dormant cooking skills to create a meal of beef stew and vegetables. It delicious odor permeated the house. When she saw her daughters she screamed. "What have you done to my girls, my beautiful girls?" John froze her in her tracks, her words echoed through the spacious room. The sisters became alarmed and Heather, yelled Yabba-Dabba Do, as she fell to her knees. John was growing tired of all this and was prepared to simply change their minds and be done with it. His attempt at gentle persuasion failing. A mirror appeared on the wall near the door leading to the kitchen; one by one he had his step sister appraise their new looks as he scanned their minds to learn what they really thought. While they appreciated their new bodies especially their enlarged breast, they found fault with the length of their hair, that it would be too hot in the summer and the maintenance would be a lot of work. They probably no longer owned a thing that would fit these bodies. They lifted and shifted their breast, imagining how clothes would fit. When John realized that it was time to have dressed. Just as he was about to release them, Maria and Carmen came in and helped themselves to the food, seeing the immobile Jacqueline, they giggled and took their food to a couch to consume. They were stunned to see their former tormentors in their new bodies. "Oh my God, they are beautiful," Carmen said in her perfect English. "What did you do, to them, can you make us beautiful, too," Maria said as she put her plate aside and looked at each woman. She had them stand and spin and squeeze their breast together displaying a large amount of cleavage. "We want that treatment too." Carmen said, looking at John to make sure he knew she was serious. The girls were stunned; they didn't appreciate what their eyes were telling them until hearing Carmen asking for the same treatment. "In due time," John said. "First eat your food before it gets cold." They ate their fill and left not without kissing John, this time on the lips, lingering just a little. Turning to his step sisters, he told them to go put on whatever they could get into and come back down he would make the necessary adjustments. He walked over to Jacqueline, "I am afraid that my patience have run out." He said as he stared into her eyes. "You will hold your comments and speak only when I allow you to. And Jackie, I am very angry with you. When was the last time you had sex of any kind?" She was embarrassed but answered, "I masturbate a few times a week," she said, blushing profusely, not understanding why she said that and she let him get away with calling her Jackie, no one called her that. "Only a few times a week," John said. That isn't nearly enough. Why don't you have a seat in the corner and get busy, take your time, be creative and if you are good I might even let you come." He told her dismissing her. Jacqueline was stunned, she wasn't going to sit in the back ground and play with herself, not for this teenager or anybody. He would just have to get his jolly's elsewhere, she thought as she walk the short distance to a small couch in the back of the spacious den, stopping to pick up the discarded riding crop. She made herself comfortable opened her robe and began rubbing her nipples and pussy. It was then that she realized what she was doing. She wanted to stop. She had to stop. But she was becoming wet and she couldn't stop now. The girls found clothes that fit them the best, which wasn't good enough to be seen in public. Most of the outfits didn't cover the asses and they couldn't button or close any of the tops, because of their newly enhanced breast. Reluctantly they returned to John for their fittings. They lined up for John's inspection in the order of birth, Heather, Isabel and Samantha. John understood the truth of the statement; women look more desirable wearing some clothing more than being completely naked. His step sisters looked amazing, He adjusted all their outfits so that they were able to not only fit, but so that they were more tailored and accentuated their new figures. Everyone was pleased; accept for Heather who found things to complain about. "Heather," John said as he approached her, "I am sorry that you are unhappy with the way things are now, perhaps you would be happier if you weren't so smart." He did a quick assessment and learned that she had a superior IQ, which would explain why she was being so difficult. "I think being too smart is making you unhappy, so let's knock down your IQ about 30 points. Don't worry, I won't do any permanent damage, you may still be smart, you just won't be able to express that in any way. You'll be gullible and easily distracted and easily amused." Heather began to protest. "You can't do that. It isn't right," She began to feel her mind dulling. "Noooo!" And it was over. She blinked and then stopped her foot, "You stupidhead, what did you do to me," Heather asked. "I just made you happy, how do you like your new outfit," John asked. "Oh pretty," Heather said as she looked down at her attire and rushed to get a better look in the mirror. Turning to Samantha and Isabel who had witnessed the whole thing and said, "You'll need to keep an eye on her, but don't worry she will do whatever you ask." As he spoke they realized that their step brother possessed much more power than they imagined and they would behave themselves or find themselves in the same shape. "Ladies, you are going to need entirely new wardrobes, I want you to visit a clothing boutique at the mall across the street from the Main Street Bank. You know the one," John said. And suddenly, they did know the store. They would go there immediately. They loved shopping. John put his cell number in their phones with a simple thought. "Take Heather's car, but I don't think she should drive," John said. They agreed and were finally able to get Heather to stop admiring the various poses she struck in the mirror and left excited to be going out on their shopping trip. John was now alone with Jacqueline, she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide rubbing her pussy with one hand and pulling on her left nipple with the other. She was moaning, at the pleasure she was feeling, but unable to bring herself off. "Hey Jackie, how's it going," he asked as looked her over, this time as a potential sexual partner. She looked pretty good for a middle aged woman. She looked more like early forties if that. Jacqueline answered, "I don't understand why I can't come. It feels good, but not good enough. Perhaps, you could help me, I really need to come," she said, forgetting that John told her she couldn't come until he said so. "I don't know Jackie; you haven't been very nice to me. You tried to kill me." He reminded her. Jacqueline had tried everything and was now using the wide end of the riding crop in the hopes that it would make a difference. John did ask her to be creative. "John, I was so wrong to do that," she panted, "I didn't know you and thought that you were here to claim some sort of inheritance. I was being foolish. I can see that you aren't after money and have no need of it. You are your father's son." John pondered that for a few minutes. After what he had learned today, he wasn't sure that was a complement. Jackie deserved a punishment; did he need to fuck her? She was his father's widow, how would he feel about it? "Okay, Jackie, you can come," he said, and as soon as he finished the sentence Jackie squealed loudly and shuddered as she rode through pleasure. "You will need to masturbate at least once a day and it will definitely improve your disposition," John said as he prepared to take his leave. He planted in her memory his cell phone number. "Call me if you need me." "John, wait, please!" John turned and looked at her surprised by her tone. "Yes." "Don't you want to...you know have your way with me," she asked. "Well, to tell the truth, the thought did occur to me, but I don't think that it is worth the effort." He said, a little sorry for the way it sounded. "You don't find me attractive or desirable," she asked knowing that she didn't deserve to be treated any better. "It's not that," he said. "It's that I can't trust you and I have plenty of women to choose from." "Make me trustworthy," she said, "you can do that. I could be a powerful ally," she said. "That is asking a lot just for a role in the hay," he replied. "What are you up to? Be honest." She felt compelled to tell him the truth, but she was already planning to do as much. "John, I am lonely. Since your father's passing I haven't been with another man and due to my wealth and status, it may be a while if I ever have another special lover." She sat up and closed her legs. "Besides, you've made me pretty horny," she joked getting him to smile. "Jackie, I don't know. I don't like to take advantage of people, not good karma, if you know what I mean." "Do you want me to beg," she asked. "Because I will and you know that you didn't make me do that." She rose to her feet and walked the short distance to him and pulled him close to her. She was close enough to kiss him, yet hesitated. "I know I don't deserve any kindness from you, John, but I think it would be fun," she said looking into his eyes. John entered her mind and told her, that she would trust him completely and would rather die before letting any harm come to him from any source. She would tell him anything she heard that remotely had any impact on him or his interest, if she agreed they could proceed. She moved in closer and kissed him gently and then with urgency that betrayed her need to be loved. The kiss was good and John relaxed allowing himself to become aroused. She took him by the hand and took him to her bedroom. John was impressed by how sexy she could be. She did have a very nice body, this could be fun and she may in fact be helpful. He still had to formulate a plan to expose the Main Street Bank. He needed to learn more about the wealthy and how they think. He would need a tutor. They entered a large room that was elegantly appointed without being overstated. She stopped in front of her very large bed and knelt before him, unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He rose before her in all his glory. She grabbed him and began licking around the large mushroom head as he doubled in size. She wasn't very good at the oral administration, but made up for it with her enthusiasm. When he reached his full size, she marveled at it and pulled him into her bed on top of her while guiding him between her more than ready nether lips. John thought she was amazing tight and warm, sliding into her felt better than any woman he ever felt. He stopped abruptly as he hit bottom, and the pleasure rippled through him. He had never felt anything so fine. Jackie too was finding the pleasure much more than she had thought possible and they hadn't yet done anything. As if on its own John seemed to thicken just a little, and was ready to see how good they both could feel. He pulled out painstakingly slow and she gripped him tightly like she wouldn't let him go, but slowly he ease out leaving just the tip inside her, and paused. Jackie seemed to be applying little kisses on him urging him to return. He held is position a little longer before slowly pushing back inside. Amazingly, it felt twice as good as the first stroke. He repeated these slow strokes for several minutes, as sweat beaded on his brow. When he felt that he couldn't stand it any longer he began to increase the pace. By now Jackie was panting and moaning, she hadn't felt these sweet sensations for a long time, and quickly had the first of many small orgasms. It was like a roller coaster, it would build and build and then, a strong release. Her eyes would flutter and warm feelings would emanate from her core spread out throughout her body. John was pumping into her at pretty steady pace now, only his mind kept him from coming. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally was ready to come. Jackie seemed to sense it and just before he released, had the granddaddy of all orgasms pulling John into his as well. They weren't shy about making their climax known, John roared and Jackie shrieked, both for at least a full minute. When the finished, they both collapsed, John was usually careful about not leaving his full weight on his lovers, but he was completely wiped out. Jackie was so happy she began to weep and pulled John closer, baring his weight easily. After a few minutes, John spoke, "That was incredible, do you do this to all your lovers?" It was a question, and Jackie was now able to answer, and John remembered his command only letting her speak when addressed and rescinded the command. "Oh John, I have to agree, that I have never felt anything so good," she replied breathlessly, and looked sadly into his eyes and said, "It has been so long, I almost forgot what it felt like. It feels like more." Holding her tightly, John rolled onto his back allowing Jackie to claim the top. Using his feet, John shrugged off his shoes and pants allowing him to move his legs. Jackie leaned in and began another passionate kiss. When she was done, she asked him if he was ready for round two. Still inside of her he answered her he was by moving inside her and grew just enough to give her a small shudder. She sat up bringing her under her and began slowly riding up and down. As she reach bottom, her marvelous breast jiggled and swayed in the most delightful way. After a few minutes, John couldn't resist the urge to reach out and fondle them. Jackie loved the wonderful feeling as he squeezed and gently pulled on her plump nipples causing her to moan as the pleasure vibrated throughout her body. She leaned forward allowing him to take a nipple into his mouth; she shuddered and rode a small orgasm. She increased the pace, pulling her breast from his mouth and John once again enjoyed the view of her bouncing breast. After several minutes, she slide off of him, turned and sucked John manhood into her mouth while lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting mouth, where John feasted on her juices. When he had gotten all there was, he sent his tongue into her looking for more, letting it stretch until she squealed and released more from the surprising new climax. They were like teenagers moved from one sensuous position to the next traded places and tried every position they could think of until they both were exhausted and satisfied lying next to each other catching their breath. The break allowed John reflect on the day's events. He never thought things would turn out this way. It seemed as if with every new partner, sex got better. He was beginning to understand better the gift that he was given. But there were still many unanswered questions. "Hey, you," Jacqueline said, seeing that he seemed be deep in thought. "Hey Jackie, just sorting things out," he said smiling as she lightly brushed his long hair off his face and kissed him. "You know," she said, hesitating a little. "I don't like being called Jackie," gazing into his young face and thinking, "My God he is young enough to be my son." "Yeah, I do know that," he replied. "Well," she said wrinkling her nose, "I guess, if you insist, I could make an exception," she giggled. Although Jackie was wrestling with the age discrepancy, she found John to be much more than just a handsome teenager with a large penis, she found he was very mature for his years. They talked about banking and finances, and other projects that John was working on. For his part, John was surprised at how easy Jackie was to talk to now. He was surprised to learn that she was very familiar with Mr. Adams the bank president of Main Street Bank, but not surprised to learn that he gave her the creeps. He didn't tell her of his plan to help his neighbors with their mortgage problems which Mr. Adams seems to have orchestrated. Jackie had several connections that she was willing to leverage to help John in whatever ways he needed. A Gift From His Father Ch. 07 Once their business conversation was over, they agreed a shower was in order. John had never been in a shower so spacious, it was the size a larger closet, tiled throughout and without a door. There was a large shower head in the ceiling and several more water spouts on all sides and two shooting up from the floor. The space allowed them plenty of room to play, beginning with Jackie gobbling John's shaft and ending with her bouncing on his shaft as he reclined on one of the marble ledges. John knew he would need to have a similar shower in his new place. When they were done they kissed and cuddled until John realized it was getting late, he still had two more houses to see. Reluctantly, he separated himself from her, much to her disappointment; she seemed to have a large appetite for sex or was it just him she desired. Cindy Ash was having a hard time keeping up with all the new customers she had been seeing this week and had to hire two more sales clerks to handle the volume. She wasn't complaining, if this kept up, she'd be able to retire her small business loan in a few months, saving her thousands of dollars in interest. She didn't get the name of the mysterious young man who had come into her boutique last week, but she would love the opportunity to thank him for all the new business. It was a slow day at the medical complex; Mary made a few more stops at the hospital before deciding to check one more time on James before leaving. His practice was in the adjacent medical offices building. She could have called, but didn't want to be committed and thought it would be more fun to just drop in on him. If he was too busy to see her, then he would feel obligated to make a date later on. As she entered the offices of Dr. James Monroe, she was surprised to find the door unlocked and the waiting room empty and the receptionist wasn't at her desk. She called out thinking the receptionist may be in the back office filing a medical record. It appeared that she had just stepped away from her desk , her computer's screen saver hadn't activated yet and there was a freshly poured glass of soda still bubbling, condensation just beginning to form. She heard some voices and followed the sound to James' office the door was slightly ajar. She pushed slightly and was about to call out again when she saw James on his knees bent between the spread legs of his receptionist. A mischievous, grin formed on Mary's face as she walked into the office. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 08 Climbing into his Ford F150 Pickup John securing his seatbelt, he let out a deep sigh, started the engine and sped away from the small mansion that was once his father's. Meeting his step family could have gone better, which the mother of understatements. His identical triplet sisters and his step mother, (an Andie McDowell look alike) hated him on sight. They trying to sodomize him, and when that failed attempted to kill him. Once he put them in their place, he ended up fucking his step mother and physically altering his step sisters' appearance and at least one's state of mind. Finally, he emancipated their servants. Not the kind of family reunion that he expected, but then the last several days had been pretty strange. "No stranger than being able to speak with your dead father who is locked inside the 'Ring of Power' you inherited," his father replied. "Okay dad, I'll give you that one, but I do have several questions for you," John said as he navigated the rural roads. "What's on your mind, son," he said knowing that it he was limited in what he could say. It was frustrating for him to watch, he was helpless to do more. John was angry and ran off a list of questions and "why didn't you tell mes", before finally allowing his father to answer. "John," he began, "you have every right to be angry with me. And you are right I should have told you, but I am unable to complete disclose as much as I would like to, call it a condition of my incarceration, until after you have firsthand knowledge of a situation. Only then am I able to explain and advise." He went into a long explanation of how he perceived things from within the ring, most John had heard before and considered them excuses, and finally he got to the point which John really wanted to hear. "John, I gave my family limited powers to protect them and keep them safe, since you have removed those powers, I am holding you responsible for their safety and I expect you to do just that," his father stated flatly. John argued that they had abused their powers, torcher unsuspecting people who had no defense. For that reason alone they deserved no special treatment. But he acknowledged that he may have indeed left them vulnerable to enemies, thinking that his father had certainly made his share over the years and asked if they were in any real danger. His father countered that he didn't believe that any of his enemies knew of his family or were foolish enough to chance running into any of his contentiously plans, of which John was the lynchpin. Nevertheless, he didn't want to leave it to chance. John agreed to take care of the situation, perhaps going as far as being tied into the mansion's security system. If he restored their powers, he'd have to make sure they wouldn't be tempted to abuse them, but he'd cross that bridge when he got there. John finally asked the question that had dominated his thinking, why his sisters were so plain and androgynous in their appearance, and was his father having sex with them. His father explained that one of the reasons for his incarceration was that he was attempting to manipulate his offspring. It wasn't an accident that they were identical triplet, but he was attempting to have sons, which accounted for their lack of femininity. He needed a son to pass the ring to, and had a plan to make copies of the ring to pass and endow his sons, before his death. He refused to talk further about his sins, and he reminded John that the wearer of the Ring of Power can't be limited by conventional thinking, so the rules no longer applied. John didn't like the sound of that, despite knowing that he had to be more open to new ideas and concepts. He didn't like the idea of thinking that he was beyond social norms and laws. His father was quick to add that John didn't seem to hesitate to explore a sexual relationship with his stepmother and now had fucked both his mother and stepmother. And it was only a question of time before he had sex with his sisters. He asked John, using today's morals, how did he justify that. John had to admit that he did have a point. He wasn't planning on having sex with his sisters, but things were beginning to play themselves out that way, as if he didn't have a choice, it was hard for him to accept all of this. Choosing the rules that you would follow and skip the ones you don't. Jackie was technically his step mother; even though they had never met her before today. "She is something, isn't she," his father asked John causing him to blush. He was still a novice when it came to sexual relationships, although he was a quick learner, he knew that some guys like to compare notes, he had never thought much about it and was relieved that his dad wasn't angry with him over it. "She has an 'enchanted pussy'," his father said, not waiting for his son to reply. "I gave her that, too. She cannot fail to satisfy and be satisfied; she is capable of simultaneous orgasms every time, like magic," he laughed. John was stunned wondering why his father would do that. "It's not that different than what you did for your teacher friend," his father reminded him. He was right, of course. That reminded John that their meeting was tomorrow and he wondered how thing were working out for Ms. Greene. Carmen and Maria had checked into the Hyatt Regency across the street from the Main Street Bank and adjacent to the mall. They had just returned from the busy boutique where the owner Cynthia Ash was delighted to help them, saying that if John sent them that was good enough for her. When she asked where they lived they told her that they were from out of state and thinking of settling in the area. Cynthia's eyes brighten and told them she could recommend a good real estate agent if thing came to that. They all got along fabulously, Carmen and Maria enjoyed the preferential treatment Cynthia had shown them and left with several outfits, many that could be interchanged doubling their wardrobe options. They also bought several matching pairs of the nicest lingerie they had ever seen, including all sorts of bras, camisoles, bustiers, panties and thongs. They completed their purchases with six pairs of shoes each, stiletto, Mary Jane and ankle boots. Both young women were happier than they had been in a very long time; life was good and getting better every day. The dressed and went down to the bar, to show off their new outfits and to see how they would be received. Their perfect English and good looks had every man and some women, hitting on them. They loved all the attention, but still were somewhat naïve, so despite the temptation they declined all offers and returned to their hotel room. They called John around 7PM and asked if he was busy and see when he would be available to talk about their future. John was at home when he received Maria's call. He was delighted to hear that they had settled in at the Hyatt Regency and asked if they had plans for dinner. They had forgotten about dinner and readily accepted his offer to meet at the Bushido Izakaya Japanese restaurant which was a block from the hotel in thirty minutes. Carmen and Maria walked the short distance to the restaurant and John joined them soon after they entered the lobby, John made reservations and they were quickly shown to a booth with a nice view of the busy downtown streets. Neither Maria nor Carmen were accustomed to eating in the fine restaurants in the USA, but were quickly getting used to being pampered and being asked what they liked. Although they had heard of Sushi, they never had an opportunity to try it. John helped by suggesting several of his favorites, such as the house Signature Sushi Rolls, the Spicy Albacore, Traditional Pressed Mackerel, and a Rainbow Roll which is assorted fish over California roll. In the event that they didn't like the sushi, John also ordered Yakitori Skewers. While their meal was being prepared, they look over the drink menu; John was going to have a Coors Lite, but encouraged the girls to try one of the specialty drinks. Carmen ordered the "Rising Sun", which is a mix of Tequila, French vodka blended w/persimmon, mango, papaya and lime, while Maria ordered the "Okinawa Splash" which is a mix of Ginger Skyy Vodka, pineapple, peach schnapps, splash of Sprite, layer of grenadine. The girls snickered and laughed as their waitress brought their drinks, they had always wanted to try drinks that came in fancy glasses with fruit hanging off them. John proposed they toasted to new beginnings and were on their second round of drinks when the first sushi rolls arrived. Not knowing what to expect, they followed John's lead as he used the little saucers for the soy sauce and using moderate amounts of real Wasabi, not the green horseradish many lesser restaurants often serve. It was comical watching Maria and Carmen using chopsticks for the first time. When the alcohol finally kicked in Maria tossed her chop sticks aside and decided to use her hands while Carmen opted for a fork. Soon the other rolls began to arrive and they all enjoyed their meal. When the Skewers arrived they found they still had a little more room left and made short work of the food, washing it down with their fourth round of drinks. When Maria and Carmen began slurring their words and acting silly, John knew it was time to leave, before they began singing. After paying for the meal and leaving a healthy tip, John escorted them away one on each arm. They laughed and talked nonstop along the short walk, holding on to John tightly and insisted that he tell them more about the employment opportunity he mentioned earlier. Their suite was luxurious, it had a huge bed, a spacious bathroom and large living room which included a desk with a Herman Miller Aeron Chair™, which Maria loved to spin in. John went to the small refrigerator and pulled out bottle water, the girls declined. When he took a seat on the couch the girls sat on either side of him. They were acting a little silly, and flirtatious, and were having fun at John's expense. "Johnny," Maria finally said, "We want you to give us beautiful bodies like you gave those stupid step sisters of yours." "Yes," Carmen agreed, "Johnny if you do, we will certainly make it worth your while." She said as she winked and traced her fingers across John's chest. John smiled and explained that he was willing to that and more, but there was a catch. He explained that he was looking for a special few women to be agents for him. He could tell that they didn't quite understand what the meant so he made sure that once they were sober, they would have total recall of this conversation. Their facial expressions were priceless, as he explained that job was to collect sexual energy. How they did that was up to them, they could engage in sex or be near others while they engaged in any kind of sex. They would be provided a way to collect the energy and be trained. It wasn't a full time job and they would be free to pursue their interest in all things, except marriage. They could travel, go to school, work but they would be forever agents responsible to him or the next master of the Ring of Power. Additionally, they would have limited mind control powers, similar to what his step sister had and would have very long lives, free from sickness and disease. Carmen looked at him skeptically, "You mean you want us to have sex with men like prostitutes and collect the sexual energy?" John explained that it wasn't like prostitution because they wouldn't be charging for sex. And they could have sex with anyone they wanted, it didn't have to be men; it could be women, or both, and they didn't have to participate if they didn't want to. The choice was theirs. But they did have to deliver on regularly scheduled intervals. You would receive a good compensation package to begin with, later you will have developed your own sources of income. As if she didn't hear the other fringe benefits Maria asked, "And you will make us beautiful?" "Maria," John said, "You are already beautiful, but I will improve on that and more. But, I don't think you are in the best state of mind to make such a decision, just now." "And why not," Carmen asked as she changed her body position to recline on the arm on the couch and missed almost falling on the floor, catching herself at the last minute. "Because you two are plastered," John laughed both at Carmen and Maria's attempt at following the conversation. "No." Maria said. "I want to do this." "Me, too," Carmen said, she straighten up and appeared to be only mildly influenced by the alcohol she'd consumed. "Johnny, when you found us we were poor abused undocumented workers from Mexico. We have no family here and have no plans to return to the family we left in Mexico. We don't have any real plans now and your offer sounds like a once in a lifetime thing. I want to do it." "Me too," Maria said as she opened her blouse revealing her smooth brown skin and "B" Cup tits enclosed in her new black lace pushup bra. "And you can make these bigger." Not to be out done, Carmen opened her blouse and bra revealing a pair of lovely small tits with large dark brown areolas. "Yes," She said. "I have always wanted larger tits. The kind that jiggles and drives men crazy," she laughed and attempted to shake them to illustrate her point. "Come on Johnny," she said as she moved in and planted a warm passionate kiss on his lips. John accepted the kiss and matched her passion. Maria removed the rest of her clothes and unbuckling John's belt, slid his pants down his legs. She wasn't surprised to find him aroused; however she was surprised by his size. Nevertheless, as soon as she freed him, she pulled as much as she could into her hungry mouth. John right hand found Carmen's left tit and traced circles around her nipple, which fanned her rising passion. John was beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase "hot Latin lovers" as both of the girls started working on him. John slid down on this back as Carmen lowered her hot sex to his mouth while she and Maria shared his cock and balls, licking up and around his shaft and occasionally catching each other's tongues in the process. They had known each other since sneaking across the border into San Diego, three years ago. It never dawned on them that they would share a lover. Maybe it was all the alcohol, neither had ever been with a woman before and right now the idea thrilled them. Carmen was further encouraged by the way John was feasting on her very wet snatch, and found one of Maria's tiny rock hard nipples nearby, pulled and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. Maria squealed as she pulled the helmet head in and out of her mouth, while Carmen met her mouth and they kissed around John's massive organ. As if on cue, Maria climbed on top of John's legs and Carmen held him in place as Maria as she lowered herself onto John large stiff rod. It was a tight fit. John groaned, but it was warm and wet and quickly stretched to accommodate his girth. John was busy with two pussies, one on his mouth the other squeezing his cock. The girls were facing each other and feeling each other up which lead them to enjoy their first kiss deep sensuous kiss. All three were becoming slick with perspiration as they worked to satisfy their needs. Between John's amazing tongue and his long thick shaft and the new found love for each other, Maria and Carmen exploded together and their screams echoed through their hotel suite. As their climaxes subsided, they held each other closely and nuzzled in each other's necks as they balanced on John. John gently shoved Carmen forward, caressing her lovely ass as he came up for air, Maria, noticed that he was still incredibly hard and he hadn't come. She backed off him slowly and motioned for Carmen to take her place; But John had other ideas and guided her to her back. Maria took his hard cock in one hand and rubbed him back and forth on her open cunt, Carmen squealed with delight as she attempted to catch him. After a minute, she use her hand and pulled him lower and he pushed into her soft wet hole causing her to let out a moan loudly as the full feeling was better than she imagined it would be. Using the leverage he had from his feet on the floor, John slowly sawed in and out of Carmen tight young hole. Taking a chance, Maria moved her wet snatch just above Carmen and hovered there. With her mind dulled but the liquor, Carmen hesitated for a moment before pulling her friend onto her willing mouth. It wasn't long before Carmen located Maria's clit and knowing what she liked she tried to duplicated it on Maria. The results were almost immediate; Maria was exploded in her first female generated orgasm. John chose that moment to set Carmen off as her pleasure triggered his own and he released a massive load cum into her. The three of them collapsed on the leather couch, trying to catch their breath, looking at the satisfied expression on each other's faces. Maria was the first to talk as they slowly detangled themselves. "My God, that was amazing!" She said as she reached out to find Carmen's wet pussy dripping with the combined mixture of John and her juices. Carmen shook as Maria's fingers slid into her tangled pubic mess, grazing her still excited clit as she extracted a few drops of juice onto her finger, bringing it back to her mouth and licking it off. She was surprised that she loved the taste and pushed her friend to her back in an effort to get more of the tangy juices. John walked around to where Carmen's head was rolling back and forth as she steered Maria's head where she wanted the attention. Seeing John she anticipated his deflating cock and kissed it before sucking it between her lips and into her mouth. She, too, loved the taste of the combined mixture that covered his cock. For her first time licking a pussy, Carmen couldn't believe how good Maria was making her feel; she kept her on the edge, teasing her and touching her in a way that was added to her pending finale. Maria skillfully used her tongue to tunnel into the soft wet hole scooping out as much as the tasty juices she could find. When it appeared that she had exhausted her supply, she curled her tongue around Carmen's love button and produced more. Quickly it was all becoming too much for Carmen and she was overtaken by one of the best orgasms of her life, as she closed her legs around Maria's head almost suffocating her in the process. When she finally collapsed and relaxed, Maria pulled herself away only after cleaning any remaining juices. John watched Maria's enthusiastically lick her first pussy. He was convinced that they would be good agents, and after a few minor alterations they would become irresistible to both male and female. As Maria and Carmen lay together catching their breaths, contemplating another round, John told them they had what it takes to be good agents and if they were up to it he would like to make a few minor alterations to their bodies and enhance their beauty. They sat up and alert, "Oh my," Carmen said, "You are really going to do it." They were giddy began asking what he wanted them to do. He asking them to stand next to each other by the wall as he circled them looked them over. They were petite women, approximately the same height, about 5'3" and both had shiny black hair cut short just below their ears. They were thin, and had small breasts, "B" cups size with small hard dark brown nipples sitting on quarter size areolas. Maria had a long torso with short legs while Carmen's legs were longer. They both had thick growths of black pubic hair covering their vaginas. Their legs were strong having spent long hours on their dainty little feet. John walked up to them and asked them to smile and then open their pretty little mouths. Maria had a few crooked teeth while Carmen had a few cavities and bit of an overbite. John stepped back a few feet and had them turn around. They had lovely behinds, and creamy smooth brown skin. From behind Carmen's sex could be easily seen between her legs while Maria's remained hidden. A Gift From His Father Ch. 08 He asked them to face each other and spread their arms and step away from each other a bit while widening their stance so that their feet were about a foot apart. After he had them positioned the way he wanted them he had them lower their arms and asked them to remain still and trust him. He planned on improve their good looks by sharpening features and removing blemishes and pimples, telling them what he was doing so that they would remain calm. He wanted to add about six inches to their height. He began with Carmen; she smiled as she watched her line of sight being lifted until she had the new perspective of five feet nine inches. John liked what he had done and repeated the process on Maria, her legs growing longer until she was the same height as Carmen. Both girls were excited, and fought to maintain their composure awaiting their next physical change. John had to admit that he was a breast man; he never tired of watching the way the unhindered flesh move, so he began to enlarge Carmen's breasts. She was a "B" cup; he thought with her new height she could handle a size "D". Slowly they began to swell ballooning at the bottom at first, while her nipples remained in place. Then the top began to fill and expanded more and more. Maria watched in awe as her friend's bosoms grew three times their original size. They stood out proudly, defying gravity as they grew; she licked her lips thinking about how they would feel to feed on them. She continued to watch as her areolas grew a little larger and grew a deeper darker brown as her nipples hardened and protruded about a half inch. Satisfied with what he has done he repeated the process on Maria. He wanted the shape of her breast to be little different, so he allowed more volume to collect at the bottom and made her areolas a little larger and her nipple a half inch long. Both girls were dizzy with anticipation as they watched their bodies change, it was torcher waiting. Next John tightened their abdominal and back muscles, allowing just a hint of their six packs to be visible. Both girls had "inny" navels; he changed Maria's, and she now sported an "outy". Neither of them had paid any attention to grooming below their waist and each had a mass of hair dark hair badly in need of grooming. John shaped them both as he preferred, short with modest landing strips allowing for their labia to easily be seen. The girls were surprised to see this, never really spending much time looking at this part of their anatomy. Admiring the site of the minor labia protruding, John duplicated the look on both girls at the same time increasing their sensitivity three times their previous levels. Pleased with what he had done, John thought he could be a little more detailed in his makeover. He straightened and whitened their teeth while repairing any that required the slightest attention. He grew their hair longer so that it fell down their backs ending at the bottom of their cute heart shapes butts, making it easy to manage and resistant to split ends. As he looked at Maria and Carmen, they now looked very similar physically, but their faces were very different, and that was good, he didn't want them to look identical. Carmen's had the classic oval shape face, while Maria's was squarer in its shape; John enhanced their natural beauty, reshaped each of their noses slightly and removed the slight bump in Carmen's nose. He added a small mole to the left cheek of Maria, just above the corner of her lips and for Carmen he added cute little dimples on both cheeks. He filled their lips a little more, which made them even more kissable. He improved their vision to 20-20 so that they would never need to wear glasses. The girls were stunned by their appearance and were to become impatient, John told him that he has one remaining thing to do and that it would take just a second. He had almost forgotten to increase their arousal levels and sensitivity in their nipples. They would be addicted to exercise and eating sensibly. He looked them over again and had to agree that they were perfect, beautiful didn't begin to describe they appearance. Still naked he didn't realize he was painfully erect as he admired his handy work and told them he was done. They both simultaneously reached for their breasts, hefting them to feel their weight and then pulling on their nipples and just as quickly, both dropped to their knees moaning as they came, Carmen first followed by Maria. John was afraid that he had made their nipples too sensitive, but the girls told him not to change a thing, cooing while continuing roam their hands over their bodies exploring and enjoying each new sensation it produced. They curled to the floor and leaned against the walls not believing how wet they had become just playing with their nipples. Carmen's hands had now drifted to her pussy, her sex was now much easier for her to see and within a minute she was shrieking and quivering as she climaxed again. Maria watched her closely and was panting as she followed with her own song of passion. When they could stand no more pleasure, they saw that John was dressed and getting ready to leave. He explained that their sensitivity would return to normal levels tomorrow morning and would reach these levels only after they satisfied their quota of two energy transfers a day. They would have the night to play and experiment. Then he walked up to Maria and inserted his ring finger into her slippery hole and placed thumb over her labia, she squealed enjoying the contact, John had to mentally calm her, when he removed his hand she had a diamond stud piercing her labia. He did the same to Carmen, and explained it was like the CPU of a computer. He would have a woman name Elizabeth stop by tomorrow to train them and answer their questions. He expected them to begin producing immediately afterwards. He told them they both had limited mind control power, much like his sisters had. It would come in handy, and they promised to use it wisely. They would need to practice that, too. Just as he was about to leave he became very serious, kneeling close to them he repeated his earlier explanation to make certain that they fully understood that this was a lifelong commitment and their time was their own, but they must collect sexual energy and transfer it to him. They were free to work or not, go to school or not travel or not. Elizabeth would be by tomorrow at 11AM to train them. All this was imprinted it in their minds so that their inebriated state they would remember. They would know that they would need to find a place to live, but had their suite until the end of the week; John had taken care of the bill. He pointed the coffee table where he'd left their new iPhones; they hadn't noticed them before now and encouraged them to call if they had any questions. Looking around the suite he couldn't help notice the shopping bags and boxes of new clothes and shoes, he told them not to worry; all their purchases would fit them perfectly. He said good bye and was out the door. Barely aware of all the things John had told them, Carmen and Maria helped each other climb to their unsteady feet and took enough steps to make it to the couch where they plopped themselves down bouncing off of one another as they hit the leather couch together. They watched as their tits jiggled and wiggled for several seconds before settling. They looked at each other, Maria broke into a big grin and chuckled out loud, Maria laughed, too and then they both began to laughing hysterically. After a minute they began to settle down, staring into each other's eyes, this time Carmen snorted and it all began again. Finally having gotten it out of their system they noticed how much their large breast shook and a quivered with the slightest movement. Maria reached out and touch Carmen's left tit, enjoying the feeling of the ample tit she smiled as she grabbed the long nipple. Carmen moaned and reached out to grab both of Maria's nipples between her forefinger and thumb, causing Maria to gasp and sigh encouraging more contact. Carmen leaned in and kissed her friend deeply while continuing to massage her breasts. Soon both women found themselves wrapped between each other's legs, unsure how or when the managed to make it to their bed. They happily wrestled with one another trying to see who could make the other cum the most. After about ninety minutes exploring each other's limits, they finally curled up in each other's arms and fell into a deep restful sleep. The long day had finally ended and Cynthia was exhausted, she was sitting at her desk in her office in the back of the store trying to balance her accounting books. Although she appreciated all the new business, she was tired, unaccustomed to working long hours on so many consecutive days. Since business was so good, she thought she could risk modifying the store hours so that she and her staff didn't have to work so hard, she was currently open 7 days a week, 10AM to 8PM which meant she still had two hours of bookkeeping, before she could leave. That was simply unsustainable. She decided to close at 6PM daily and close on Monday's until she could train enough staff so that she didn't have to be there so much. She really needed some time away, even if it was for just a couple of days. What she needed was either a business partner or an employee whom she could trust not to steal from her. She had no family here and her ex-husband was a lying cheating SOB, so he couldn't turn to him for help. She remembered that she had a note from the nice young man that was responsible for sending her all the new business. His name was John Smith, of all things. She thought maybe he was interested in a partnership or could recommend someone she could trust. As she thought more about it she recalled how young he looked, but he dressed well and obviously he was doing something right. Tammy, the incredible shrinking woman from the bank told her he had a couple of million dollars in their bank, who knows what else he has stashed at other larger banks and financial institutions. She dialed the number, after four rings got his voice mail message. "Hello, you've reached John Smith, please leave a message and your number; if I know you I will call you back as soon as I am free. If not, take a number." "BEEP!" "Hello, John, this is Cynthia Ash, from the boutique. I am calling you for two reasons, first to thank you for all the business you are sending my way, and secondly, because of all the business I was hoping that you could recommend some I could trust to help me run the place, when I am not there. I haven't had much rest since things got busy. Not that I am complaining, it just caught me a little unprepared. Now, I am rambling. Please call me back if you have some ideas. Thank you." She thought that she sounded sincere, and hoped that he didn't think her ungrateful. She hated leaving messages; she was rarely satisfied with the way they sounded. She was just about to go back to what she was doing when the phone rang. She let it ring a second time and then picked it up. It was John Smith returning her call. He had listened to her message and was sympathetic; he even apologized to her for not allowing her time to prepare for the onslaught of new business. He told her that he did have a few ideas and that if she was interested they could meet briefly just before she opened for business, tomorrow. She eagerly agreed they ended the call. If any of his ideas were viable, she would soon be able to get some much needed rest. She sighed happily as she picked up her pink vibrator again and resumed running it over her clit while squeezing her plump left nipple. Relief was in sight. She chuckled at the double meaning, while she masterfully moved the toy to reach her most sensitive spots. She was close, as her mind began to relax giving way to her need for release. As inched closer to her fourth climax of the day. Was that right? She tried to remember when she began masturbating at work, she rarely masturbated at all until recent, now she seemed to need to get off several times a day or she would become very cranky. As she tried to remember, it seemed like the need began a few weeks ago, but she didn't understand why. Could it be related to the reoccurring sexual dreams she had been having. It was always the same dream, with slight variations; they included her being sexually involved with two beautiful and sexy black women who had come into the store, back before business was so good. Together they had lesbian sex together for hours. She was getting close just thinking of the dream. It never failed to wake her each night with a as she climaxed. She didn't know who these women were or why they had chosen her, but here she was masturbating to it again. She opened her eyes wide as she came. It was good, she had better, but it wasn't bad. The strange thing was that she had never been with a woman before, let alone two. She rested back into her chair, panting. She knew several black women; but none resembled the two from her dreams. They were absolutely beautiful and if she were into women, she knew both would be out her league. The more she thought about it the hotter she became and she place the small dildo between her legs again. She was really working herself up; again, she couldn't believe she was doing this again, so soon. It was building too fast, it would be a very strong release, she thought. As she continued she began to see more clearly the faces of the women, and the magnificent breasts they possessed. She longed to suckle at those breasts. As soon as she came to that realization the dam broke and hours of pent up sexual passion was released, and her screams echoed through the empty store. She was loud enough to bring security had this been normal business hours. She found herself again panting in her executive chair trying to catch her breath, she gazed at the pink dildo in her hand, she brought it closer for inspection, and it was covered in her juices. Before she could reason she brought it her lips and licked her juices off the toy. Part of her was disgusted, while the other part confused and delighted. She licked the dildo clean, enjoying the tangy taste. What was wrong with her, it reminded her of the women in the old porn movie "The Devil in Miss Jones", the one that was masturbating in public unable to get off. Was she going crazy? She knew that she couldn't go on like this. She needed a lover; she surprised herself by not committing to the gender of that lover. She scared herself, this wasn't like her. She worried that she might end up in some dive of a bar trying to pick up anyone who was willing, or worse, she might end up at a lesbian bar and give in to the first dyke that talked to her. No, she worked too hard since her divorce from that asshole to lose everything just when business was taking off. Shrugging it off, she opened a browser, went to Goggle and typed in "Adam and Eve"; she would find a better dildo. James and his receptionist Julie Lee were preoccupied; James had his face between her legs and was demonstrating the skills she had helped him to polish. He was doing an excellent job; she had closed her eyes focusing on her pleasure not seeing Mary Smith quietly entered the office. Mary made sure to lock the door, surprised to find it unlocked, she didn't want to be disturbed. Using her limited mind control she kept them focused on pleasuring each other while she disrobed. Leaving her clothing and purse on the desk she crouched down behind James and took his familiar hard cock in her hands and began gently stroking it. She felt his confusion and need to know who had joined them, but she pushed a little and he continued to work his magic tongue in Julie's tight twat, she was moaning louder and seemed to be closing in on a mighty release. She was leaning into him now, resting her heavy naked breasts on his back while moving his head where it would do the most good. When she put him in just the right spot she reached for his cock, surprised to find a pair of manicured fingers already wrapped around it. How was that possible? Who had joined them? Suddenly the fact that it was another woman seemed to make it alright. She was too close now to care. Then the other hand found her clit and touched it in just the right way pushing her over the edge. Mary felt that James was ready to come and quickly moved to capture his cock in her mouth in time to catch his seed, sucking and swallowing all that he gave. Both James and Julie were now panting as they slowly began to recover. James had to pry Mary off his softening cock and finally recognizing her. Taking her into his arms he kissed her and tasted his seed in her mouth. Feeling left out he heard Julie clear her throat and he remembered the two hadn't yet met. He introduced them; Julie Lee had been his receptionist for six months. She was in her late twenties, and was the prettiest Asian women Mary had ever seen. Bending forward and resting on her elbows she took Mary's hand and they exchanged pleasantries, Julie thanking her for the helping hand, and smiled a smile that lit up the room. And she could see why he hired her, she made a good impression easily. Mary told them that she was looking forward to getting to know her better and pulled the young woman closer until their lips met. James was stunned, he didn't know that Mary was into women and that was enough to cause his spent cock to stir. Julie also tasted James seed and tried to collect all that remained with her tongue as she mashed her large tits against Mary's, it was almost electric when their nipples rubbed together. As they broke the kiss, Julie's hand captured both of Mary's breats, fondling and gently squeezing them and taking a nipple into her hungry mouth much to Mary's delight. Julie pushed Mary back on the small couch and climbed on top. Mary guided her around so that they were in the classic sixty-nine and Julie reluctantly abandoned Mary's tits for the bigger prize. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. She had played around with her roommate in college; it was enough to satisfy her bi-curious nature. But she never thought she'd be doing this with a complete stranger, and was surprised how eager she was to find out what she tasted like. Lowering her mouth to Mary's snatch she was fascinated by how pretty she found it, and the diamond stud only accentuated its beauty. Spreading her lips like a delicate flower, she could see how moist and ready Mary was and began doing the things that she remembered her roommate had enjoyed and hoped that Mary would like them too. Seeing his two lovers together was too much for James and he moved around behind Mary spread her legs and slipped inside her velvety snatch. Although a little disappointed, Julie was content to work on Mary's love button and lick around her hole as James slowly pushed back and forth. Mary was secreting copious amounts of love juices which Julie sucked up like a woman possessed, nothing went to waste. Occasionally, James would pull completely out of Mary and slide into Julie's waiting mouth. Mary was enjoying the attention, several small orgasms shook her, meanwhile she continued her talented tongue on the young Asian woman, she loved the way she tasted and played around her clit driving Julie mad with desire. Using her mind she timed their orgasm to coincide at the exact same time, which triggered James as he flooded Mary with thick ropes of his seed leaving the three of them out of breath and happy. Breaking their silence, when he was finally able to form words, James asked, "Did we have a date?" Mary looked at James and started laughing, the others joined in soon after, as it seemed the sillies thing to say at the time. When they all settled down, Mary explained that she was in the area and wanted to surprise him, she giggled. She didn't realize that she would have the opportunity to do just that. A Gift From His Father Ch. 08 James told her he was surprised the door was unlocked; they must be getting too comfortable. Secondly, he couldn't imagine that his Mary was open to such things as a threesome. Julie was moving around the office locating her clothes and pulling them on. She was embarrassed, since she had forgotten to lock the door, had a patient entered there would have been complications. James quickly got up and gave her a squeeze and told her to forget about it, as found his boxers and slid into them. Mary also quickly dressed and began to check her hair, when James turned to Mary, still holding Julie and asked. "How about a repeat performance at my house tonight," he was looking directly at Mary, knowing that Julie was up to it. "Sure, what time," Mary asked, thinking that this could lead to a good harvest and maybe more sources. "We'll be done her by six, so how about 7PM, we can order in and make a real evening of it," James suggested as he released Julie who was eager to finish dressing herself. "Sounds like a date," Mary said, walking over to Julie and squeezed her small naked ass and leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Julie returned the kiss and pulled Mary into her, Mary then broke off the kiss and told the young woman, "I am looking forward to more of this tonight and she gently slapped her ass and took a few steps to meet James. "I know that you will be ready," she said and kissed him as well, then smiled as she picked up her purse and left. Isabel and Samantha had their handful, making sure that Heather stayed out of trouble while at the shopping mall. She was like a child touching everything and drifting away with every little distraction. It wasn't until they remembered that she had to do whatever they told her that they were able to get her to settle down. None of their clothes fit them anymore; fortunately this little boutique had everything they needed. It was very busy, and it took hours to find everything they needed, but in the end they were satisfied that they had bought enough clothes to last them a week. What they didn't find they ordered, they had spent several thousand dollars when it was all totaled up. When they returned home they would visit the website and add a few more items. They returned home with several bags each filled with their new clothes, they even managed to find bikinis too suite their taste. They all ran up to Heather's room to try them on before going out to cool off in the pool. They took turns changing outfits appraising the combinations and modeling for one another, they admitted that they looked hot and had their little brother to thank. While they were putting away their clothes, Samantha got a naughty idea. She told Heather that she was really horny and before she could go for a swim she needed to get some relief. Being the gullible airhead that John had turned her into, she tried to think about it and she simply realized that Samantha was right and she was really horny, and she really needed to scratch that itch. Without a second thought, she pulled off her bikini bottoms and put her fingers into her dripping pussy. Isabel was stunned and watched her sister shamelessly sitting on her bed rubbing her pussy and enjoying it. Heather was getting into it and used her other hand to open her labia more so that she could reach her clit. Samantha was enjoying watching the once powerful Heather reduced to a horny bimbo and suggested that Heather was doing it wrong because she still had her top on. "Oh yeah," Heather said, and quickly pulled the tiny top off and asked Sam if that was better. Her nipples were hard and sticking out a half inch. "You need to pull on your nipples,"Sam told her, as Isabel looked at her unbelieving what Sam was telling Heather and how easily Heather was complying. "Okeydokey," Heather said and followed Sam's instructions forgetting that her nipples were hyper sensitive since they were enhanced. She shuddered as a mini orgasm snuck up on her. "Ohhhh...." "Suck on them, Heather," Sam told her. Heather obeyed lifting one huge tit and catching her nipple in her mouth. She began nursing on her tit and fell back on the bed as she began to climax again, this one much stronger than the previous. Samantha was giggling, but Isabel was turned on and before she could think found herself in bed with her sister, Heather still had her tit in her mouth and was moaning around the nipple. Isabel looked into her sister's eyes and could see the lust; she was focused on her pleasure. Isabel found herself drawn to her sister's other tit and lowering her head sucked the spongy nipple into her mouth. With her right hand Heather pulled her sister's head closer as her moaning increased. Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out, she was astonished as she watched her sisters' behavior. When Heather opened her legs wide, placing her feet sole to sole, Samantha noticed how wet she was and felt compelled to get a closer look. Lying across the bed, and leaning over she could smelled her sister's arousal and watched as Heather's cunt become a pool of her juices and her hard clit protruded from its center. Leaning in closer she took in a deep breath, the fragrance was much stronger and before she realized what she was doing she began lapping up the sweet nectar. Heather couldn't stand it any longer and pulling her tit from her mouth, she squealed as she was rocked by a thunderous orgasm. Isabel covered her mouth with her own and they tongue wrestled for several seconds. Heather reached up and began to pull Isabel's top off, she needed to feel her warm flesh. Isabel help by unhooking her large bra and ample breasts tumble forward into Heather's waiting hands and she squeezed and pulled on the long nipples as Isabel shrieked. All three sisters seemed under some spell as they began their forbidden intimate play. Isabel and Samantha quickly got out of their remaining clothes and the three formed a daisy chain around the bed as they feasted on each other's pussies. Hands were roaming everywhere over each other, each one became more familiar with each other's body and quickly learned what the other liked. After several minutes and countless orgasms they switched partners, and continued until each one had been intimate with the other and the room was heavy with the smell of their combined arousal. Samantha said, "I don't know what came over me, but I had to lick Heather's pussy. I am glad that I did but that was so weird," she said as she lay on her back between her sisters trying to catch her breath. Isabel agreed, "I know what you mean, Heather's nipples seemed to be speaking to me and I couldn't help myself from wanting to feel them in my mouth. It was all so good, but I don't know where it came from," she said as she wiped a loose curl from her face which was still wet from her sister's juices. Heather sat up and giggled, "That was sooo much fun, want to do it again," and she reached out and pulled the each of her sisters hard nipples. Isabel moaned as a warm feeling came over her and she crawled between Heather's legs and resumed licking and fingering her sister. Samantha giggled and pulled her face to Heather's quivering breasts. Tammy walked back to her office carrying a cup of Green Tea, she was proud of the way she had overcome her tendency to eat the wrong foods and drinks, the tea was good for her and its warmth spread through her body. The side effect from losing all the weight was that without the layers of extra fat to keep her warm, she found the office too cool for her liking. But it didn't prevent her from wearing clothes that accentuated her new figure and exposed the maximum amount of flesh she could get away with and still be considered professionally attired. Her skirt hugged her body tightly and she hadn't bothered to wear panties today you'd be able to see where they started and ended, she rationalized. She felt daring this morning, but going into the office "commando" which was the extent of her office adventures. She had to balance doing her real job while digging through countless the files to collect enough evidence on Mr. Adams; he was embezzling millions from the bank and their mortgage customers. So far she had uncovered several incriminating documents, but needed much more if they were ever going to have enough to either get him convicted or convince him to retire and repay the money he'd stolen. As she passed by the bank of teller windows, she smiled at her friends and co-workers as they tried to look busy waiting for the next wave of customers to arrive. Several of the men and women smiled back; unable to believe how quickly she lost more than eighty pounds and admiring how cute she looked today. A few even let their minds wander trying to imagine what she looked like naked. She hadn't just weight and inches but it seemed she grew in all the appropriate places. She really couldn't take credit for the weight lost; she thinks that John had something to do with it, but that was only a suspicion. After all how was that possible, she thought. Sliding into her Herman Miller Aeron chair she went back to the laborious job scanning and reading hundreds of documents, both online and paper copies. She was grossly involved in one particular file when the phone rang starling her and causing her to jumped two inches out of her chair. Recovering quickly, she stabbed the phone receiver and answered in her practiced professional voice. "Tammy Bowen, may I help you," she said, as she pulled her new reading glasses off her face. "Hey Tammy, how goes the battle," said the familiar voice on the other end. "John," she practically sighed his name. "How've been, it's been a while since I've heard from you." John explained that he had been keeping very busy lately but wanted to see if she was making any progress. When he learned that she had in fact found a few interesting documents, he arranged a brief meeting at the hotel across the street, in 30 minutes and Tammy agreed. They met at the bar in the restaurant; it was too early for a drink, so they had mineral waters and talked about what Tammy had discovered. She explained that he'd found several documents that proved that Mr. Adams was skimming off the top of a least five large mortgages, not a lot of money, but enough that if more it would total a significant amount of money. John asked if she had verified that it was a deliberate act. She said there was no way this could have an accident. John asked her how much more time did she anticipate it all taking. When she couldn't be specific, he told her to continue with her work while he chased down another source. "Thanks, Tammy," He said as he leaned in to kiss her, if for no other reason than to keep up appearances. Reaching into Tammy's mind he saw she was disappointed that they wouldn't have a chance for a little playtime; she was horny being around him and was of half a mind to sliding under the table to blow him. Activating his power to see through clothing (see Chapter One), Tammy's lovely long sleeve sheer blouse faded allowing John to see her bra cladded breasts clearly, soon it too faded away and John was looking at her lovely large breasts topped by bright pink areolas. Admiring the way her big breast appeared to be defying gravity, he focused his attention on her nipples. He watched as they began to harden and grow longer. As they grew they pulled the areolas tighter, the mass seemed to shrink as the nipples hardened. Tammy trembled as she felt a flash of familiar body heat which was a usually precursor to sexual play. She stopped what she was saying took a drink of her water and found herself gazing into his eyes, as she tried to understand what was happening. Next John imagined nursing on those lovely puffy nipples. Tammy's breathing was becoming erratic. John lowered his gaze and Tammy's skirt faded from view. John smiled as he saw she had chosen to go "commando" today. Her pretty pink labia as it began to moisten, as he sharpening his focus causing her clit to emerge from its hood. Tammy gasped loudly and sighed, she was beyond trying to look like nothing unusual was happening. John imagined licking around her clit until she practically begged him to touch her love button. She spread her legs and fought to keep her hands away, she was practically panting now and leaning into John, she could smell herself and realized that she was on the brink of a large orgasm. How was that possible? She didn't have time to question it any further as her passion smacked her hard. Leaned down John took her face in his hands and quickly covered her mouth with his just in time to mute her scream and allowing her to relax and ride out the surprising climax. She was gripping John's arms so tightly she thought she'd draw blood. After several minutes and Tammy's pulse had returned to normal she was able to pull away, she looked deep into John's eyes silently questioning what had just happened. But John simply asked if she was okay, she was of course, still not believing what had happened. Suddenly she began to worry, she was a sopping wet mess, surely she had soaked her tan skirt, and there would be a stain. She picked a bad day to go without panties, she silently cursed. However, it was a fantastic breathtaking orgasm, but at what cost? She didn't know what she would do, she definitely wasn't prepared. She was just about to ask John to excuse her, when she realized that she didn't feel wet and sticky, in fact she felt dry and fresh she sniffed and could only smell the fresh clean fragrance of her cologne. Had she imagined it all? No, she was certain that she hadn't imagined anything that strong. John looked at her and smiled, "Are you ready to go," he asked as he searched her face and seeing a look of bewilderment. She smiled realizing she was still seated; she took John's out stretched hand and stood on shaky legs. He pulled her into him and wrapped his long arm around her as she found her legs. They walked out the restaurant and into the morning sun. Once they crossed the street and the bank was less than a hundred yards away, John kissed her once again and told her he'd call her later. Tammy sighed and walked the short distance to the bank, trying not to think about what had happened, and failing. April looked over the classes she had planned to take this fall. Both she and John were planning on attending Foothill College; it was the nearby community college. Although both had the grades, their SAT scores weren't high enough to get them into a large university, right out of high school. So like many kids they would be attending one of the states finest community college for a year or two before transferring to the university of their choosing. April couldn't understand why she did so poorly on her SATs, things seemed so easy now, and she remembered everything she read. Things that used to confuse her now seemed so easy for her to comprehend. She looked up from her list of classes, picked up the television remote; it was time for "Wheel of Fortune", one of her favorite shows. She watched silently while contestants struggled over one easy phrase after another. At one point she found herself yelling at the set, when the blonde woman opted to buy a vowel instead of solving the phrase. "They must have scraped the bottom of the barrel to find these morons," she found herself saying aloud. "What morons," her mother asked as she walked into the den and sitting beside her daughter. April explained how these had to be the dumbest contestants since the show began, while they struggle with the final phrase. Candice watched and tried to figure out the phrase, when April became frustrated and yelled out the answer. Her mother looked stunned as she realized that April was right, it was confirmed six spins later. "How did you do that," her mother asked. "Do what," April asked. Glad to see that the show was just about over; "Jeopardy" was next, that would definitely is more challenging, she thought. Her mother told her that she was easily figuring out phrases that normally would take her until almost all the letters were filled in. April realized that she was correct. They watched "Jeopardy" together and the results were similar, April didn't get every answer correct, but had she been on the show she would have beat the reigning champion, she even correctly guessed where the daily doubles were hidden. Something was definitely different, April seemed to be much smarter than she was just a day or two ago. On the coffee table in front of them April's iPhone began to ring and a photo of John appeared on the phone's face, both mother and daughter saw it and unknown to either both became aroused. Candice had to fight the urge to reach for the phone. April snatched it up quickly. "Hey you, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to call me today," she said hoping that he would notice that she was giving him space. "Hey yourself, what are you doing," he asked. She explained that she and her mother were just sitting around watching early evening television. He guessed that it was "The Wheel" and "Jeopardy" and then asked if she would like some company. Trying not to sound too anxious, she hesitated, made a few flimsy excuses before agreeing. John asked if they had eaten dinner and if he could pick up some food. She paused and asked her mother if there would be enough food for John, she was roasting a chicken and steaming some vegetables. Her mother was overjoyed at the prospect of seeing John again and said there would be plenty of food and for him to come on over. John said he'd see them in fifteen minutes and that he would pick up some beer, as he patted the six pack of Coors Lite in the passenger seat. They were both excited that John would be coming for dinner, unknown to April, her mother was as eager to see John as she was and she hoped that he would find time to be alone with her, too. However, she didn't see how that was possible. Yet, she could hope, couldn't she? (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 09 They were both excited that John would be coming for dinner, unknown to April, her mother was as eager to see John as she was and she hoped that he would find time to be alone with her, too. However, she didn't see how that was possible. Yet, she could hope, couldn't she? As John pulled in front of the house he began to think about how he would orchestrate things. He had been alone with both April and her mother, and although each were exciting and satisfying to be with he was wanted to see what it would be like be with both together. If things went badly he could always erase their memories and they would be none the wiser. Grabbing the beer, he climbed out of his pick up and was soon ringing the doorbell. April jumped up from the couch and raced to the door, stopping a few feet away composed herself and slowly walked the remaining few feet. She opened the door and welcomed John in with a passionate kiss which lasted well over a minute. April was surprised at how much she missed him. It was as though she was addicted to him. She broke the kiss remembering that her mother was home so she'd have to behave herself. John began lightly probing her thoughts; he would do the same with Candice and would have to be careful to react to what they actual spoke and not to their thoughts. "Hey you," John said as he handed her the beer, taking it from John and leading him to the kitchen by the hand where her mother was working on the meal, she noticed that they were still pretty cold. She pulled two bottles from the pack and putting the rest in the refrigerator and handing one to John. "Hello, John. We haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Candice asked, trying to remain calm as she put the lid back on one of the pots. "Dinner is ready. I hope you are hungry." She thought, "I am certainly hungry for you. Down girl, you don't want to get yourself all worked up; he's here to see April. He may not be interested in you. It probably was a onetime thing. Certainly he isn't interested in me when he could have April." "Hello Mrs. Martin," John replied. "I've been kind of busy lately. I am happy that I was able to drop in on you at the last minute. I hope it wasn't too presumptuous of me. " "Don't be ridiculous," Candice said, as she secretly scanned his physique, especially the bulge in his pants. "Have a seat here," she said as she tapped lightly at the chair in front of her. Thinking, "Damn, his cock looks huge and he isn't even hard yet. I have to settle down. I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment." John sat down at the small round table, it was set for three. As he thought about a threesome, he knew that Candice would be easy; she'd offer no resistance to sharing him. April sat next to John while Candice put large bowls of food on the table. They talked about what John had been up to the last several days. He told them that he had been house hunting and that he may have found one he liked. They talked casually while they ate. Candice told John about April being able to beat the contestants on Jeopardy and how surprising it was for both of them. As they finished eating Candice began to clear the table, John and April had another beer while Candice had another glass of white wine. When Candice had finished her second glass, she thought she should retire and leave the two of them alone. The conversation had been lively and everyone was getting along so well, that when Candice announced that she was going to turn in, April asked her to stay, realizing how lonely her mother had been these last several days. John kept looking for a natural opening, not that he needed one, to introduce sex into the conversation. When Candice got up to toss the empty bottle in the trash, he pushed April to encourage her mother to open another bottle. She agreed only if they would help, she couldn't drink a whole bottle of wine by herself. While Candice was busy getting the wine John pushed into April's mind to admire how good her mother looked since she lost all the weight and that she was curious at how she looked naked. John covered his mind control by telling them about the house he was planning to buy. He felt April question her thinking, so John pressed more telling her it was natural for her to want to see and appreciate what her mother had accomplished. Candice sat down and poured everyone a drink. As John concluded his story, April began to talk about how proud she was of her mother's weight loss. Candice was actually glowing to hear her daughter's praises. She began to describe the effort it took and how hard it had been. Which made John chuckle to himself after all he had planted those thoughts in her mind and that it was he who had changed her body like he had increased April's breast size. As she continued to tell the story John increased the potency of the wine and before long April and Candice were pretty hammered. Candice thought it was time to adjourn to the den. John and April sat on the couch while Candice sat in the facing overstuffed chair. John agreed that it was an outstanding achievement, losing all that weight but, it was ashamed that they really couldn't truly appreciate what she'd accomplished because they couldn't see through all her clothes. April suggested that her mother should strip down to her bra and panties and show them how good she looks. With the alcohol dulling her thoughts, Candice readily agreed and jump to her feet almost falling in the process but quickly unbuttoned her top and tossed in on the chair and showed her audience how flat her stomach was and that she no longer had loose flesh hanging from her arms. She even went as far as to flex and show off the muscle tone of her upper body. John and April applauded. Unzipping her skirt she let it fall to the floor and kicked towards the chair where her blouse laid. Her lean legs were magnificent and she looked like a lingerie model, as she move showing off her lean physique. April was surprised to find herself becoming aroused and was hoping to see more. She was admiring a beautiful woman in ways that she had never thought of before, it didn't matter if it was her mother, she was proud of her. It wasn't like she and never seen her mother naked before, of course it was when they both were much younger. But now the seeing her like this was turning her on, she had to see more. As Candice walked back and forth, imitating a runway model, twirling getting into it, she was also becoming very aroused. She noticed how John was gazing at her and encouraging her. Suddenly she realized that she should stop, things had gone far enough, but when April suggested that she show them how firm her breasts were. Candice unhooked her bra and tossed it aside without a second thought as she proudly displayed her oversized tits and looking at John she began shaking and squeezing them to show their firmness. Suddenly she realized that what she was doing had crossed the line. In the small recesses of her sober mind, she began to comprehend how wrong it was for her to have exposed herself. She was about to run from the room when John, who had still been monitoring her thoughts stopped her. He calmed her fears which allowed her to relax, by telling her that she was beautiful and she had every right to be pleased with her body. April agreed and told her mother that she looked amazing. What April didn't say was how extremely turned on she was. John asked April if she thought her tits were as big and firm as her mother's. As if on a dare, April admitted there was only one way to know for sure. Leaping to her feet, she began stripping off her top and bra stood next to her mother waiting for John to tell them how they compared. John was really enjoying the view and was ready for things to advance. He told April that is was hard to compare because she still had her pants and shoe on. Holding onto her mother for support she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her pants, and tossed them aside. In her haste, her panties which were soaked with her fluids came off in her pants and she was standing completely naked next to her mother. They looked like sisters rather than mother and daughter. John was finding it hard to keep his own clothes on as he watched the two women. April asked him again to tell them how they compared, but this time John had to tell them that he couldn't tell because Candice still worn her panties. April shrugged and turned to her mother, fell to her knees and grabbed the tiny garment on both sides and pulled them down her legs before her mother could object. She couldn't help but breathe in her mother's musky odor, with her face only inches away from her aroused sex. The effect was unexpected and April had to fight the urge to stick her tongue out and taste her mother's juices. She had never had feeling like this before. She had seen plenty of her girlfriends naked in the locker room and had never given it a second thought. This was her mother, why was she feeling like this. John interceded and calmed her rising panic; he made her believe it was simply the alcohol. Her mother was becoming a little nervous with her naked daughter staring into her pussy and offered her hands to pull her up to her feet. Climbing to her feet in her inebriated state caused April to unintentionally rub against her mother and as their large breasts bounced off each other and all four nipples touched. The sight wasn't wasted on John and he thought it appropriate that erotic fireworks be triggered in both of them. Together they screamed as they felt the sexual electricity shoot out from their nipples and down to their pussies and back. They grabbed each other for support and as their orgasm caused their knees to buckle. Had they not been holding each other they would have fallen to the floor. Slowly they began to recover. John asked that they stand apart so that he could render his opinion. But by now they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to be comparing. They looked so similar Candice could have been April's older sister. They were holding each other, embarrassed and more aroused by the mini orgasm or whatever that was they had just experienced, hoping the other didn't realize what had happened. John was finding it difficult to continue the game. Both were completely inebriated, on both the alcohol they had consumed and now on the sexual desire for one another. There was no reason to continue, so he called it a draw and offered to refill their glasses. Together still holding each other they staggered back to and fell into the couch where John sat fully clothed. They were at the tipping point, he could push again or just wait to see what develops. He told April that her mother had a pretty landing strip and asked her if she had noticed how closely it resembled her own. April agreed having previously gotten a close look. Candice however hadn't noticed the resemblance. She looked down between her tits to see her crotch and then rolled to her left and fell to her knees landing between her daughters open legs. She seemed hypnotized as she stared first at the strip of hair and then into the pussy below. It seemed to be opening like a flower, dripping with the morning dew, she thought. She wanted to reach out and taste the dew drop and before she realized it she had her mouth on her daughter's wet snatch licking at the folds of her pussy. This caught April a little off guard but she loved the feeling of her mother's touch and steered her head with her hands to where it felt the best. It felt so different to have a woman's mouth on her pussy and to have her first belong to her mother that was incredible. Slowly she slid down into the couch and her mother moved over her without missing a lick and swung around so that they were in the sixty nine position. April found herself staring directly into her mother's pussy. She was fascinated by it. She had only seen herself this close up with the aid of a mirror and now within reach was her first pussy. It was very moist, it reminded her of a perspiring athlete, warmed up and ready to compete. She was definitely ready. Tentatively, she extended her long tongue and caught a small drop as it was growing heavy ready to fall from the labia and onto her face. It was amazing the taste, she had to have more. Like a lightning bolt hit her she pulled her mother close and attempted to reciprocate, moving her tongue mirroring where her mother had been until they were in unison, which cause her mother to sigh and moan in gratitude. With April and Candice occupied, John used the opportunity to quickly slip out of his clothes. He was very aroused, with his large hard cock extending in front of him he stepped up behind Candice. April was greedily feeding on Candice's pussy and didn't realize he was there until he gently brushed a lock of hair from her face. Bending backwards she saw the familiar cock and abandoned her mother's pussy, eliciting a grown from her mother until her fingers found picked up the slack. She swallowed John's cock, taking it easily down her throat, savoring the taste and feel. She shuddered as a mild wave of pleasure passed through her, the result of her mother's administrations. She rode the wave as she continued to lick and suck the oversize cock. Too soon John pulled out, April wanted to protest but her mother pushed her pussy back into place looking for more pleasure. With his cock sufficiently lubricated John lined his cock up to Candice's back door, she wiggled in anticipation of what she knew was coming. As he pushed into Candice she opened accepting the welcomed intruder. Candice curled her back her body crying out with pleasure as John slowly moved in as far as he was able. Between April's work and John's anal stimulation, it was all she could stand. She cried out in pleasure, which seemed to increase the louder she screamed. Soon John began a slow rhythm moving in as far as he could and pulling out until the large bulbous head of his cock was almost out, then he would quickly push back in and repeat. Candice was going out of her mind with lust and pleasure, but concentrated on licking April's pussy as if it was her last act on this earth. It wasn't long before Candice was rewarded with April's sweet nectar, and like her mother, April didn't attempt to suppress her delight, squealing at the top of her lungs. John was nearing the point of where he'd have to decide to come or hold off. Since he had already given Candice the ability to enjoy anal sex as much as virginal sex he came depositing a huge load into her bowls causing Candice to come again, harder breaking her concentration and leaving her daughter's pussy just as she too climaxed. All three were grunting and screaming as they came almost simultaneously. After they caught their breath, Candice asked if they wanted to continue in her bedroom. Without answering April pulled John to his feet as she attempted to lead him to the master suite. Candice caught her daughter as she stumbled and once again they were face to face, tits to tits and pussy to pussy. Both had a light sheen of perspiration on their skin and as they pulled away slightly, their nipples once again touched, all four and like before a jolt of sexual energy raced through their bodies causing them both climax and lightly fall to the floor writhing in pleasure that seemed to reach every erogenous zone. When they recovered they were both on the bed not sure they understood how they had gotten there and what that was they had experienced, but they wanted more. John agreed and asked April to climb on top of her mother but not to let their breast touch, so she arched her back slightly. John then climbed behind April and slowly inserted himself into her hot pussy. He told them to play but not to let their nipples touch until they couldn't stand it any longer. After a few minutes, John pulled out of April and slid into Candice. She screamed as she enjoyed his penetration. After a few minutes he pulled out and went back into April, enjoying the contrast between the two women. He alternated between the two for almost thirty minutes as they licked and suckled each other's breasts. Still monitoring their thoughts he knew they couldn't hold out much longer so he rapidly began pushing back and forth into April, she was beginning to tip over the edge and both she and her mother hugged causing their nipples to once again make contact. It was like lightning striking again. April gripped John so tightly he thought he would lose circulation. Both April and Candice screamed at the top of their lungs. Candice swore that she could feel John ejaculating. It was both the strangest and most erotic experience she'd ever had. All three rested for several minutes, before John got up to get everyone a choice of beer or wine. Candice and April wanted to talk, but ended up just kissing long and passionately. No words could express their love for one another, and they both knew that their relationship was now forever altered. Neither knew what that meant, but for now it didn't matter. John returned with their beverages and they drank and cuddled and drank before they were ready for the finale. Candice suggested that John lay on his back so that she and April could ride his tongue and cock. The question was who would choose. April insisted that her mother should get John's cock; she wanted to feel his tongue. Candice was almost giddy as she slowly impaled herself on John's tireless steel rod. He filled her so completely it was hard for her not to immediately begin riding him, but she needed to wait for April to settle on John's face. April straddled her boyfriend by kneeling over him, facing her mother, she felt compelled to knead her mother's abundant breasts. John was more than ready and pulled April down to his waiting mouth, as Candice began to slowly bounce savoring each long stroke. As April and Candice rode they pulled and play with each other's tits, occasionally slowing to engage in a passionate kiss. They were nearing the tipping point again, reading their minds John knew exactly where and how to deliver the greatest pleasure. On Candice's downward stroke he increased the length and girth of his cock so that it conformed perfectly to her love canal. She was full, stuffed as never before. She paused knowing that the tiniest breath would push her over the edge. For the moment she balanced her passion between climax and surrender. While Candice teetered on the edge, John continued to munch on April's pussy. He had been toying with her, allowing her to get close and then back away. He had concentrated mostly on her labia ignoring her clit until she was practically begging for the attention. He sent his tongue farther into her hole than she thought possible. John was soaked in so much sweet nectar that any normal man would have drowned. They were both finally ready. John wanted them to initiate their climax, as they held each other closely their nipples once again touched it happened. They screamed in unison and began to ride John as if their lives depended on it. Candice would have sworn that she could feel every millimeter of John's lovely cock and could draw it from memory. Her juices compensated for the snug fit allowing her to slide up and down his pole until all her strength had diminished and she tumbled over onto the bed. April was beginning to lose control, but John held her in place rapidly flicked his tongue over her clit. She was quickly reaching her limit and wanted to tell John that it was enough, but she couldn't form words. John finally let her go and she flopped on the bed next to her spent mother, juices still trickling from both their pussies. They lay together panting and sweating trying to catch their breath, while John sat up wiped his face with a cloth and looked at them expectantly, his cock waving in the air. He hadn't yet come. He moved between them and they crawled on him to licking and kissing his glistening cock. He heard April and Candice thoughts, both thinking that his cock looked much bigger than earlier. Nevertheless, they shared duties, licking, sucking and kissing. At one point Candice took him down her throat while April licked his scrotum taking his balls into her mouth one at a time. John was thoroughly enjoying the attention and was quickly reaching the boiling point, as he felt the familiar itch grow and spread. He warned them that he would soon be coming. They both had a fist around his cock intent on aim it at each other mouth. John cried out in passion and a huge glob shot from his cock catching April just above her mouth and on her cute little nose. The next spurt caught Candice on the chin, proving both women needed more practice aiming. The next was a long rope and April was ready catching most of it in her mouth, surprised at the volume as it filled her. She swallowed; the taste reminded her of butterscotch. Candice got the next one and it too was much more volume than she thought possible. It filled her mouth, she quickly swallowed wanting more. They shared the remaining few squirts as John was finally done and slumped back onto the bed exhausted. A Gift From His Father Ch. 09 Candice and April licked John clean and then licked each other's face clean. Candice almost commented aloud that she loved the butterscotch taste, but April sipped her tongue into her mother's mouth and followed it with a series of small kisses. John was tired, but continued to monitor the women's thoughts. They both were thinking the same thing. They had shared a man, John Smith, April's boyfriend and childhood friend. Neither was sure what that meant. And they shared each other. Something neither would have dreamed of doing. There were many more unanswered questions. Were they now lovers. Would they enjoy each other again? What would that do to their mother/daughter relationship? What was that thing when their nipples touched? They would definitely have to try that again. April soon fell asleep, looking forward to tomorrow and more sex with John and her mother; maybe she should call her Candice now. They were lovers after all, equals. Candice was exhausted, sexually satisfied and troubled. Although she thoroughly enjoyed the sex, she felt that her relationship with her daughter was done. She'll soon insist on calling her by her first name, thinking that they were equals. Why hadn't she resisted the temptation? Now, she had lost her little girl forever. With those last thoughts in her mind fatigue overcame her and she fell into a deep restful sleep. John thought about their concerns, pondering the consequences and thought he had an answer. Satisfied that he could make things work he too drifted off to sleep. John awoke early, he was learning that he no longer required more than 4 hours of sleep. Both women were still sleeping soundly. He thought again about Candice's concerns and how important it was that she not loses her motherly influence over April. Looking at her in the dim early morning light, he put his plan into action. He made a small physical change, allowing her to lactate at will, and her milk would be like a powerful drug giving her mind control power over almost anyone who consumed it. John and his agents would be immune. Of course this meant that she would have to be told of his powers. He was thinking of making her an agent, she seemed to have a healthy appetite for sex. But he didn't want this for April. Not now at least, maybe later. He wanted April to complete her education; she had so much more potential. Candice would resume guiding her daughter on the previous course. They could continue to have sex, but she would be able to control her daughter, their mother daughter relationship would remain intact. April was still in the dark about John's capabilities that too would wait for the appropriate time. These directives he implanted in Candice's mind while she and April slept. Getting out of bed he went to the bathroom, relieving himself first and then while gazing into the mirror he cleaned himself up. With a thought he had shaved, showered, cleaned his teeth and even trimmed his hair. He added his favorite scents to his newly shaved face and under arms. Still naked he marched off to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast as he arrived in the kitchen he was fully dressed in black Dockers khakis, a red muscle shirt and a pair of loafers. His previous day's attire simply disappeared from existence, while his wallet, keys and cell phone waited for him on the kitchen counter. He looked in the refrigerator and didn't see what he wanted, so he imagined fresh pineapple, strawberries, melons and croissants, yogurt and freshly brewed coffee. Knowing that both Candice and April were coffee fiends he filled the bedroom with the rich fragrance and within seconds both woke hungry and craving their favorite beverage. He warmed the house so that they wouldn't feel the need to cover themselves and within a few minutes he heard them stirring. April popped up and zipped to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, while Candice sat up and watched her daughter moving about the room as John message reached her consciousness. She blinked and smiled. While April was in the bathroom, she lifted her tit and squeezed the nipple. Sure enough a several drops of milk began to spill forth. Candice giggled aloud and immediately began to think of how she would soon have April suckle her. Taking a few drops on her finger she brought it to her tongue to taste. It reminded her of vanilla ice cream. She was ready to confront her daughter now, certain she could get her to drink her mother's milk. She got up and strolled into the bathroom. "Good morning sweetie," Candice said as she leaned on the door frame watching her daughter finish brushing her teeth. "Sleep well?" "Mmmm...Good morning mother, or should I call you Candice, that was some night we had. She looked over at her mother's naked body and licked her lips." April wasn't sure what had gotten into her but she felt liberated and horny as hell, horny for more sex with her new lover, her very own mother. "Now, don't forget that even after last night I am still your mother." Candice scolded; knowing April wouldn't miss the chance to level the playing field. "Now mother," she said as she walked up to her and pulled her into a passionate kiss that caused Candice's knees to weaken and pussy to moisten. "I mean no disrespect. It just seems that things have changed now. I am only stating the obvious." "Mmmm, April you are making me wet." Candice said as she pulled her daughter close carefully making sure their nipples didn't touch. "Look you've made my nipple erect." April took the bait and began playing with her mother's tits and leaned in to suck on her nipple. Candice released a little milk upon April's second suck and it quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed the sweet liquid. "Oh my, where did that come from? It tastes so good. Mother, why are you lactating, never mind." She said and lowered her mouth to suckle some more. After a minute Candice had her switch to the other tit and April savored the milk. Candice finally had to push her away. "We'll have plenty of time for that later, but I have a feeling that John will be leaving soon, and that coffee smells good," Candice told April. "Oh yeah," she said, and reluctantly pulled away from her mother. "Tell John I will be out in a moment, and no more calling me by my first name unless I agree, understand." "Of course, mother," April said. "I don't know what I was thinking." John had been monitor things from the kitchen and knew how please Candice was that once again had control over April. John pretended to clean up from all the work it took to prepare the meal, just as April sauntered into the room, jiggling naked into the kitchen the way John loved to see her. "Hey you," April said. "Looks like you've been busy." She moved in to kiss him passionately. He took the opportunity to squeeze her ass and fondle her tits. "Yeah, I just thought I would prepare a light meal for my favorite two ladies. Are you okay after last night? Things kind of got a little out of hand. I mean, I enjoyed everything, but I never dreamed that I would be getting it on with your mother." John lied. April agreed that things did get pretty wild and she too never thought she'd be getting it on with mother. She thought things were fine between them and now that he and her mother were now intimate things would be better. As long as she wasn't left out, she accentuated by pointing her finger into John's chest. John to laughed and slap her affectionately on her bare ass as she walked off to get a cup of the rich smelling coffee. She fixed a plate for John and herself, inhaled the rich aroma of the coffee, and sat down next to John, she kissed him again and began to eat her food, surprised at how hungry she was. Candice put on a sheer lace peignoir with sequins, ruffles and bows; even cinched shut it hid nothing; it would have the effect she desired. Sometimes partial nudity was sexier than complete nudity. As she wiggled and jiggled into the room she kissed John on the check and thanked him for last night and then kissed April on the neck eliciting a sigh as she found one of her erogenous zones. April couldn't take her eyes off her mother, she was stunning. She went to the cabinet to retrieve her favorite coffee mug which meant she had to reach on her tip toes. When she turned John was standing there admiring her in her sexy robe. He pulled the cinched bow free allowing the robe to open and reveal her naked flesh, her left breast exposed she released a single drop of milk, which John caught on his finger. "What is this," he asked as if he didn't know. April volunteered, "It seems that after last night's marathon, mother is now lactating. Taste it. It is delicious." John licked the drop from his finger and made a big showing of how good it tasted. Candice told him that there was more where that came from. John admitted that it was a tempting offer but he had a lot of work to do today and asked for a rain check. Candice smiled and told him he was welcomed anytime. You would have thought that April would be jealous, but she was eager to have her mother alone and have more of her delicious milk. She was getting used to the idea of sharing John. She was beginning to realize that they would never be exclusive. They were both young and sex was still so new to them. After Candice and April had eaten their fill, and John had nibbled on a croissant while drinking two glasses of orange juice, it was time to go. He took both women into his embrace kissed them deeply causing them to crave more of his touch, he could smell them becoming aroused, then he left. Candice told April "Now isn't that just like a man to get you all wet and excited and then leave." They both laughed. April walked over to her mother and took her by the hand; I think I know how to take care of that. And they headed back to the master bedroom. John climbed into his truck and headed down the street towards downtown. It was time to check in on Tammy and see if it was time to bring down Mr. Adams. "Nice work back there with April and Candice, son," he heard the voice in his mind complement him. It was what remained of his father, trapped within the Ring of Power, his father's gift or legacy to him and what had made all these impossible things possible. "You realize that you'll need to convert Candice to agent status. She has great potential this one," his father told him. John agreed. "Once she begins using her milk on a few people she'll be ready. I wonder how long it will take before she collects enough to use in non sexual situations. And how long before she learns to dehydrate it or freeze dry it so that it will be easier to distribute." "You'll need to watch her closely, you don't want her to get out of control, son." Again John couldn't disagree with his father's assessment. Perhaps he'll have Elizabeth look in on her. It began to dawn on John that he didn't have any men he could trust at his disposal. He would need some soon once he settled into his new place; he may have a need for security. That thinking led him to one he'd been putting off for a while, should he have male agents. There was likely a wealth of sexual energy from the gay community. He was definitely missing out on yet untapped potential markets. Despite having no interest in sex with other men he had to be practical, he required more sexual energy and it didn't matter where it came from or who collected. He would have to begin to recruit some men, not necessarily for agents, but he did need some guys he could trust. To say that Mary's rendezvous with James and Julie was hot would be the understatement of the century. With plenty of time to explore each other's bodies, a large bed to spread out on and a luxurious shower to play in, Mary had the time of her life and left two very satisfied partners. James was so impressed with Mary's newly unleashed libido that he asked her to join him and Julie at a swinger's party the next night. He explained that he had treated a wealthy patient many years ago and was on the "A list" for his parties, after attending his first he was hooked and went often in his earlier years. But now he only went on special occasions. Tomorrow night's party was the annual Fall Equinox celebration, his friend was an astronomy buff and since the equinox only happened twice a year it was as good as an excuse as any for a sex party. Mary was thrilled. She would be able to collect a huge amount of sexual energy while there and it would please John and that was what really mattered. She didn't have any idea what to wear, and then she laughed out loud after realizing that wouldn't be a problem since she'd like not be wearing much soon after they arrive. Still she wanted to look her best. James described it as a very classy affair. His friend even supplied lounging gowns for the women and short togas for the men. They hid nothing as they were made of sheer material, but they helped to keep things tidy and clean. After arriving home in the early morning, she got some much needed rest. She and Julie had worn James out, he had incredible stamina, but after their play earlier in the day he wasn't able to compete. Fortunately, James and Julie had plenty of the latest sex toys and Mary learned a great deal about them first hand. Her favorite was the double dildo, which she had hear of and seen inaction in many of the porn DVDs she'd been studying. But what surprised her was the "Double Delight Strap-On". She was able to feel it from both ends and pretending to have a cock was fun. She and Julie spent hours trying it on each other and James even let her try it out on him. Just think about the night was making her horny all over again. She shed her clothes and drew herself a hot bath, her muscles were a little sore and soaking in a hot tub would be soothing and help her to fall asleep quickly. While she soaked she did a little maintenance trimming her "landing strip" and attended to her nails. She would add polish later in the day as she prepared for the party. Still she needed something sexy to wear to the party. She called her son and left him a message, no doubt he was probably busy, but she heard that he knew of a clothing boutique that featured the kind of attire she needed. John called back quickly and was happy to hear from his mother. They talked about many things, including her plans for tonight and her need for sexy evening wear. She laughed when he told her she would look sexy in a burlap bag, but that he was meeting with the owner in a few hours, he got her size and told her to expect a delivery that afternoon. With that being done, Mary climbed out of her tub after almost an hour of soaking. She was very relaxed and after wrapping herself in her fluffy terry cloth robe, she padded to the kitchen for a light snack before heading to bed for a nap. As she began to fall off to sleep, visions of the previous night filled her mind and she knew she would be ready for more sex when she woke. Cynthia arose from her cot in the back room which doubled as the office of her retail store. She hadn't bothered to go home last night. After finally finding and purchasing her new sex toy, she felt a surge of new energy and worked well into the night and by the time she was done it didn't make much sense to go home only to turn around and come back early for her meeting. She started the coffee pot and used her restroom to freshen up. She'd spent several nights there so she had a supply of everything she needed including a change of clothes. John arrived on time, the sign on the door said they were closed, but Cynthia had left the door unlocked for him. As he entered the buzzer sounded announcing his arrival. Cynthia rushed out of the back office, she seemed a little bit wired to John perhaps she'd had too much caffeine he thought. Then he did a light scan and learned what the poor woman had been dealing with the last several weeks. She greeted him professionally despite how young he looked. And they took a seat and they discussed business. John was prepared to buy the business from her, if she wanted to sell, or invest in it. The poor woman was exhausted, frustrated and very horny. John assured her that he would be able to provide her with a suitable assistant who would be able to lift some of the load from her shoulders. If she wanted a business partner he told her he was able to invest in the store, expansion or opening a second location. Cynthia seemed visibly relieved to know that help was on the way. The conversation turned and they talked about other things, when John mentioned that she seemed a little tired since the last time they met. Using his mind he calmed her and helped her to realize that she could trust him. Before she realized what she was doing she was confiding in him about her trouble sleeping and about the dreams. It was like a weight lifted off her to be able to tell someone about her mixed feelings and desires. John was attracted by her honesty and directness. They had about twenty minutes before her small staff would arrive and about fifty minutes before it was time to open. John asked if she had any more coffee, she felt bad that she hadn't offered him any. But John assured her it was fine, as he followed her to the small office in the back of the store. He wasn't interested in coffee, just wanted to get her into a more private location. As she looked at the empty coffee pot, she remembered that she had drunk the last of it. She offered to make more when John asked her a question that caught her completely off guard. "So, Cynthia...do you like men?" She stiffened for a moment and then surprised herself with her response. "God, John I love men. But now I think I love women too." As her words hung in the air, spoken aloud for the first time, she blushed heavily. "What I wouldn't do for a hard cock right now," she said again surprising herself. John unzipped his pants freeing his oversized cock and said, "Like this one." He laughed to himself; he had always wanted to say that. Cynthia quickly fell to her knees before him and took his cock in one hand while she tried to suck his entire length into her greedy mouth. She licked, sucked and worshiped his cock like she hadn't seen one in years, which wasn't too far from the truth. After several minutes of bobbing her head back and forth on his knob, John lifted her and bent her over her desk. He easily pulled her dress out of the way and ripped her thong from off her ass, then rammed his cock into her pussy. He had read her mind and knew that she needed him to be a bit rough with her. She screamed and came almost immediately. That didn't stop John as he continued to saw in and out at a pace that had Cynthia coming again. He reached around and under her dress to feel her smallish tits. With a little effort he was able to get his hands under her bra and toy with her nipples eliciting another scream as she came again. After several more minutes, John was close and asked her if she was on the pill and if he should cum inside. She said that it was okay to come inside, but she'd rather swallow his cum if that was okay. John chuckled to himself and thought why not both. He started to climax and that caused Cynthia to come again. But before he was done he pulled out and Cynthia scrambled to get in place, quickly grabbed his cock and covered as much as she could with her mouth while pumping him with her fist. She hadn't considered that she would taste herself and became more excited as she did, it wasn't bad and her mind drifted to wondering what other women tasted like. John released a huge load which brought her quickly back to reality. He filled her mouth and she swallowed several times trying to keep up with the volume. Her first thought was that he tasted like butterscotch followed quickly by surprised at how much cum he was producing. Finally he began to subside, but not before cum began leaking from the side of her mouth and down her neck. She released his cock which was quickly becoming flaccid but didn't seem to change much in size. John carefully stuffed it back into his boxers and zipped up. Like a cat Cynthia used her tongue to lick every drop that remained, cleaning her fingers of the precious goo that she scrapped from her neck. She wasn't sure if it was from all the "cum" she just consumed or the thorough copulation she'd just received but she felt better than she had in weeks, completely rejuvenated. She thanked John and as she hurried to clean herself up, just as she hearing the door open announcing her employees arrival. A Gift From His Father Ch. 09 Before leaving John pointed to one of the dresses on the rack and asked if she could deliver one to his mother this afternoon. He jotted down the size and the address. She escorted him to the door among the mixed looks of her staff. He told her that he'd have his person stop in later in the day and would call her to see what she thought. She nodded her approval and he kissed her on the cheek and left. Cynthia was smitten. She greeted her employees with energy and enthusiasm they hadn't seen in weeks. She overheard one say to the other that she happy that she finally got a "tune up", knowing that it was her they were talking about. John called his buddy Mark, he and April grew up together and remained close over the years. But since all this craziness began he hadn't had much of a chance to catch up with him. Mark was a good guy a bit of an egghead, planned to be a CPA like his step dad. John asked if they could meet for lunch, his treat to catch up. Mark agreed having learned of his new wealth was worried that he didn't want to hang out any more. John shrugged it off and said he'd explain at lunch. Elizabeth had just left Carmen and Maria's room. The training went well; they were very eager to please and very quick learners. It was almost 9PM, and she had spent over eight hours with them. They had ferocious sexual appetites. That was a good thing; they would need that as agents. She sat in her car checking her cell, she saw a text from John, and opening it she found her new assignment. John had another potential agent. She was told to be careful with this one, observe from afar before making contact. She laughed aloud when she read that he had given her the power to lactate mind controlling milk, what an imagination John had. She responded that she accepted the assignment and drove to her apartment where she intended to get a couple of hours of sleep before going out again. The night was young and there was plenty more sexual energy to capture, she knew she would be horny again by then. Cynthia parked her '97 Toyota Camry in front of the house. She could have parked in the driveway, but her car was old and leaked oil. Even though she didn't expect to be there long she needed to be gregarious and impress John's mother, after all he was investing in her business, and she didn't want to risk a negative review. She carried the gown in a plain cloth garment bag holding from the hook of the hanger while she rang the doorbell. Mary was in the bathroom preparing to take quick shower, she was wearing her white silk bath robe which hung open revealing her perfect breasts, flat muscular abs, narrow landing strip and diamond studded pierced labia, when she heard the doorbell. Realizing it must be the dress delivery; she rushed to the door and peaked. Standing at the door holding a garment bag was a small blond woman. She unlocked the door and began to open it when she realized she hadn't cinched her robe. With her free had she grabbed a handful of her robe and held it closed. The woman identified herself as being from the boutique and this was the dress her son picked out for her. Mary beckoned in and closed the door. Cynthia stepped into the foyer and was surprised at the elegance of the home. It was in a nice neighborhood, of course, but from what she could see the house was furnished with very fine items tastefully appointed. "What a lovely home you have, Mrs. Smith." Cynthia said. "Your son asked that I drop this gown off for you. It's pretty fancy, I hope you like it. I've never done this before; bring a customer a dress without her having tried it on first." Mary smiled and switched hand holding her robe closed to greet the young woman by extending her hand, "Please call me Mary. You'll have to excuse me I was just about to get into the shower." Mary didn't realize that when she changed hands she didn't quite close the robe completely. Her left breast was partially exposed and its long fat nipple looked very appealing to Cynthia. Cynthia returned the greeting and shrugged off the apology, trying to remain calm, keeping her eyes neutral and asked if she should show her the gown. Mary agreed, but had Cynthia follow her to her bedroom, where she planned to try it on. As she walked down the short hall, Mary tied her robe closed which pulled the slinky material tightly around her ass and the sight of Mary's perfect heart shaped ass wasn't wasted on Cynthia. Entering the room, Mary turned, accepted the dress and laid it on the bed and quickly pulling it from the bag. Holding it up in front of her she was pleased at John's choice, it was perfect. Mary hadn't noticed that now her entire left breast was now outside the robe and Cynthia was beginning to salivate. "It's gorgeous," she said holding it against her and asking Cynthia what she thought. Cynthia thought it was a good choice, not what she would have imagined a son would pick for his mother, but then again, Mary didn't look like she could be anyone's mother. Her exposed tit was defying gravity. It was obviously natural and Cynthia was becoming obsessed with it and wondering what the rest of Mary looked like under that robe. Snapping herself out of her daydream, Cynthia suggested that she may want to try it on to be safe. Mary agreed and took the dress with her into the bathroom to try it on. Cynthia was relieved. Mary was beautiful; if she had tried on the garment in front of her she would have lacked the strength to resist touching her. She looked up and noticed that although Mary was in the bathroom, the mirrors reflected a clear view of her naked body as she examined the dress. It was if she was standing right next to her. Cynthia's pulse quickened. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She tried to divert her gaze, but she couldn't. She shameless stared as Mary squeezed into the backless evening gown. Cynthia focused on her pierced labia as it disappeared behind the dress. Mary pushed her arms through the sleeves holding her breasts in place. She tugged at the hem and her luscious ass filled the rest of the dress, her exposed back left the viewer breathless. Satisfied, Mary returned to ask Cynthia's opinion, she already though she looked pretty hot. Cynthia was enamored. "Oh Mary, you are the sexiest women I have ever seen, with or without the dress." As soon as she heard her words she regretted it. She didn't mean to say that out loud. How could she recover from this, she tried to hide it with a polite smile. Mary was surprised by the response and now began to take more notice of the petite blond woman. She seemed to be enthralled with her. "Cynthia, are you okay," she asked. "I am fine, I hope I didn't embarrass you," she said. Hoping she didn't offend instead. "You didn't embarrass me." She said. "Cynthia, are you gay?" Cynthia hadn't considered that. She didn't think she was gay, but here she was lusting after this gorgeous woman, the mother of her new business partner, whom she had just had mind blowing sex with this morning, and then there were the dreams. "I don't know," she said. "I like men; I just had incredible sex with a man this morning." "Well looks we need to find out," Mary said and approached Cynthia taking her pretty young face in her hands holding it gentle and bending down to passionately kiss her. Cynthia kissed her back releasing all the passion she felt. It was dizzying for her and without thinking she found herself removing her clothes while she watched Mary peal the evening gown off and hang it with care in her closet. As she watched Mary gracefully moving towards her, the light from the open window reflected off the shiny diamond stud that pierced her labia and captured Cynthia's attention again. It seemed familiar somehow, but she didn't know why. Mary quickly closed the distance between them and gently pushed Cynthia backwards on to the bed and crawled between her legs stopping where they met. Cynthia took a deep breath and held it as Mary began kissing her nether lips softly and then with increasing passion. Finally, Cynthia released her breath and trembled at the pleasure she was receiving. It wasn't long before Mary had Cynthia dripping and using her tongue she lapped her juices. She dug deeper and found that she still had seaman from the earlier encounter with the man she talked about. Mary licked and sucked to get it all out. It tasted like butterscotch, and she laughed to herself knowing that John had been the one. Cynthia had been going out of her mind with pleasure, Mary did know her way around a pussy and she kept Cynthia coming until she couldn't stand it any longer and pushed Mary away so that she could catch her breath. Panting and sweating Cynthia asked, "Mary are you a lesbian?" Mary smiled and crawled up Cynthia's torso kissing her navel and licking a nipple when she arrived at her destination. "No, honey, I love men and women both," and pulled the ripe red nipple into her hungry mouth. Mary didn't know how sensitive Cynthia's nipples were and she screamed as she came again. After Mary had licked and squeezed both nipples until they looked as if they would never lose their erectness and Cynthia was sobbing she had come so much, Mary lovingly cradled her in her arms while stroking her short blonde hair. When Cynthia recovered she was eager to find out if she was able to give as good as she received. She turned her head and began to suckle Mary's breasts; she was amazed at how firm they were and the length of her erect nipples. She felt as if she could spend hours there. Reluctantly she pulled away and slid down past Mary's navel and down to her crotch were her diamond seemed to be giving off a light of its own. That of course was impossible, Cynthia thought and tentatively she began to lick at her first pussy, or was it. It seemed familiar, the folds, the way it secretes the tangy nectar, and the smell. Had she done this before? The sweet nectar was freely flowing unto her tongue and she lapped at it trying to get it all oblivious to the supreme pleasure she was giving Mary, until she heard her screams as she pulled her back up so they could kiss. "Either you are a fast learner or you are a natural. That was fantastic, lover. I have to get ready for my evening out, but would love it if you would shower with me." Mary asked, knowing that she wouldn't refuse. They got in the shower and played more while washing here and there, until the hot water began to run low. Cynthia had completely forgotten about the time, and called the store to make sure things were still running smoothly. It had been a busy afternoon, but her staff had everything under control. They told her some guy had stopped in to see her, said his name was Mark and that John had sent him, he's return around closing time. She swore silently to herself. She hadn't planned on being away this long, but she didn't regret it. She kissed Mary passionately and asked if she could see her again. Mary agreed and gave her a card with her contact information, a personal card. She gave her a business card and told her that she almost always there. She hugged Mary tightly again and left. She was on a high that she hadn't been on in years. First John and then Mary, she wondered if there were any more of them at home. John met Mark at their favorite Subway and had his regular sandwich order waiting for him when he arrived. John stood and the two childhood pals hugged and exchanged pleasantries. John briefly summed up how he had inherited a couple million dollars and how it had made it possible for him to help a few of his buddies with employment in some of his new ventures. He told Mark that since he wanted to become a CPA, practical experience running a business would be invaluable, particularly at his age. He told him about the boutique and Cynthia's need for someone to help her run it. Mark was intrigued. When John told him how busy they were and that expansion may be a good idea, Mark agreed to check it out and let John know what he thought. John and Mark talked about old times and their gang. Mark asked if it was true that he and April had finally gotten together, and John confirmed it. Mark told him that it was about time; April had a crush on him since the second grade. They laughed. John learned that Mark was still unattached, having not found the right girl yet. John made a mental note and too soon it was time him to leave. Mary was famished after her time with Cynthia and fixed herself a light salad and ate between doing her nails. She would wear her hair up, but knew it would be down but the end of the night. James and Julie would pick her up at 10PM; it was close to 9:30 time to get dressed. She had the perfect shoes to go with the gown. She had just bought a pair of Valentino Couture Bow d'Orsay Pumps in red, with four inch heel. She had been waiting for the right occasion to wear them. She took out the dress and pulled it on. It looked better on her now than earlier. Her large breasts held the top perfectly in place, the dress hugged her ass and the view of her naked back was stunning. Of course she wore nothing underneath, what would be the point. She slipped into her pumps and she was ready to go. Looking at herself in her full length mirror gave her chills. She had to admit, she was gorgeous. James and Julie were on time, which had given Mary ample opportunity to practice walking and become comfortable in her new shoes. Both were dressed to the nines, James in his Brooks Brothers Madison Saxxon Herringbone suit and Julie in her French Connection 'Ozlem' with scooped back and sequin. James had hired a limo for the evening and climbed into the back seat between his two women. They arrived at the mansion in the California wine country fashionable late, and were greeted at the door by their host, a handsome man in his late fifties or early sixties and his "Barbie doll" wife. He admonished James for not attending his parties more frequently, but acquiesced if he would continue to bring Mary and Julie along. The three of them mingling with the other guests who like them were dressed to impress, while they enjoyed the alcohol and hors devours. Mary noticed a few celebrities and sports figures. It was hard to believe this would soon turn into a sex party. They stayed reasonable close together, James greeting old friends while Mary and Julie were getting plenty of attention, everyone was warm and friendly. The people were all beautiful, even the larger people seemed to be only "big boned" not fat. The main event was scheduled to get underway at midnight, and people were now trickling in and out of the changing room. Soon it was their turn. As they entered the room, it reminded Mary of the locker rooms she had seen when she and John watched interviews after the NBA Finals. There were several stalls; each had several nooks and drawers for your belongings and comfortable chairs. The room contained several rows of these, enough to accommodate fifty or more guest. People were expected to change into their short sheer silk robes and sandals. The robes were almost transparent and hid nothing, they were worn when not engaging in sex more for sanitary reasons. When they all had changed they returned to the main hall where everyone was now attired in the tiny robes. It was a one size fits all and Mary's was too small for her to tie closed, her breasts couldn't be contained. She wasn't alone; she saw a sea of tits, pussy, cocks and asses hanging from the robes. But no one seemed to mind. The house was warm and there was excitement in the air as things were about to get started. Everyone began to gather near to hear their host once again welcome them to his party. He stood on the forth step of the grand staircase and briefly explained the story of the Equinox and the areas of the mansion that were available to them. Furthermore, he emphasized that no one was under any obligation to do anything with anyone whom they weren't comfortable with and that there was zero tolerance for that violation. Once the "housekeeping" announcements were done he pronounced the orgy was to begin. Mary, Julie and James kissed and agreed to meet back at the bar in three hours, to check in. Many people had disrobed and broken off into pairs and small groups. James, Julie and Mary wandered off in different directions. (COMING SOON THE FINAL CHAPTER) A Gift From His Father Ch. 10 (Sorry for the long delay in continuing the story, putting food on the table took priority. I hope you enjoy the next few chapters. Depending on the feedback I may continue with the story a little longer. This will not be the final chapter.) * Mary, Julie and James kissed and agreed to meet back at the bar in three hours, to check in. Many people had disrobed and broken off into pairs and small groups. James, Julie and Mary wandered off in different directions. In the last several weeks Mary had done many things she never could have imagined let alone thought herself capable of doing. As she walked among the many party goers engaged in a variety of different sexual act, many she'd never considered possible as she reflected on how different her life had become. Was she really that naïve? Had she really been that sheltered? And now not only was she walking through a mansion filled with strangers engaging in every sex act imaginable, and she was ready to participate while collecting the sexual energy that her son John needed to maintain the control of the Ring of Power his father had bequeath him. She had never been to a "swinger's party", of course she'd heard of them and during her training Elizabeth had told her a few stories of some of the ones she'd attended over her long life. For an agent, this is like the "mother lode". But Elizabeth had warned her that she should probably wait for her before attending one of these, and she should under no circumstance attend one without another agent, but failed to tell her why. Due to becoming distracted by another matter. Mary was already beginning to feel the sexual energy collecting in her diamond. She had never felt it fill so quickly or in such volume. It was like drinking from a fire hose. She began to become frightened. It was like a drug, taking her too high too quickly, as she tried to calm herself, she decided she had better transfer the energy now. To be safe she may have to do it frequently or she may lose control. She successful completed her first transfer, and she began to feel a little better but the feeling of euphoria continued and increased. She was definitely feeling intoxicated. She was absorbing the sexual energy too quickly and was almost panicking. She tried again to calm herself, but she was no longer thinking clearly and realized she was in over her head. She thought about calling Elizabeth or John for help, but she left her cell phone in the changing room with her clothes. Things were becoming more serious, she was barely managing to maintain control. She staggered into a room which seemed to me nothing more than a huge mattress. Through the dim light she could see naked bodies everywhere. Everyone was engaged in some sexual act and enjoying themselves thoroughly, despite the fact that things had just begun. A few people had formed a "daisy chain" and everyone seemed eager to join in. Mary discarded her toga gown, simply letting it drop to the floor. She saw a delicious looking cock hanging unattended, and wasted no time taking it into her mouth. She couldn't see who it belonged to as its owner's face was buried between the legs of an olive skinned woman. He didn't protest as she licked and sucked it, as it began to thicken and grow in her throat. It wasn't long before she felt someone licking her exposed pussy. After a few long lavished licks she could tell that the person knew their way around the female organ. She reached out with her mind and wasn't surprised to learn it was a woman. She felt the cock in her throat twitch as if it were ready to explode, it was much too soon for that, so she pulled it out and began to nuzzle his scrotum. The daisy chain had grown to a least twenty people happily licking and sucking and fingering each other. She was able to see the woman pleasuring her; she had flaming red hair and emerald colored eyes. She definitely knew she was doing. She licked all around her pussy lips, carefully avoiding her clitoris to the point that was beginning to frustrate Mary, which was good as it allowed her to concentrate on the sex and not the fact that she was losing herself in the sea of sex. Sounds of moaning and panting began to increase in volume every passing moment. Mary's passion was building and her first orgasm of the night was at hand. She realized too late that she needed to transfer the energy before she climaxed because there would be no way to maintain control if she didn't. But it was too late. It was an urgent feeling, like the need to urinate but not being able to reach the toilet in time. She wasn't sure what the consequences would be if she lost control, but she remembered Elizabeth saying that it wouldn't be a good thing to allow. He mind was reeling now. Why hadn't she heeded Elizabeth's advice? She was much more experienced than her. Mary was having trouble keeping the cock in her mouth; she could feel it twitch and knew that it would be squirting any second. Suddenly a woman, higher in the chain screamed; others soon joined the chorus. The cock in her throat erupted and she was rewarded with a mouthful of cum which she eagerly swallowed just as her own orgasm struck. It was if there was an explosion behind her eye lids, a bright white flash of light, she tried in vain to maintain her control. She heard an ear piercing scream, and then realized it was her. The red haired woman climbed up Mary's body stopping at her magnificent breasts, first flicking her tongue at each one as if she couldn't decide on which to suck, and then finally settling on the right. She painstakingly sucked the long hard nipple into her mouth, causing Mary to shudder. After several more seconds, another woman discarded the cock she had been sucking in favor of Mary's left tit. It surprised her; she had no interest in women, but was somehow drawn to this woman, she couldn't help herself. Together they lapped and sucked on Mary's breasts occasionally stopped to suck on each other's tongues before returning to suckling at Mary's breasts. Then two men joined the three women, one offered Mary his small fat cock, which she eagerly accepted while the other spread her legs wide and slid his long slender cock it into her wet pussy. After a few strokes pulled it out and before pushed it into her rectum. Soon everyone felt a needed to be connected to Mary in some way. Straight men and women discarded their sexual preferences as long as they were connected. Mary had become a sexual magnet, drawing people to her though an unseen power. She was controlling everyone within fifty feet of her. They were like sexually slaves performing for her and worshiping her. Before long she had one hand in a pussy and the other stroking a cock. As her minions climaxed they were immediately replaced by others, they craved her attention. Mary's subconscious mind knew that she needed to release the sexual energy or go mad. Occasionally she managed a transfer, but the energy was quickly replaced. Like a leaky pipe dripping water unto a growing puddle on the floor, her influence continued to increase. It was draining most of the guest of their free will, even those just outside of her influence felt some of its effects, and people all over the mansion were drawning near. Christine and Wendy were close friends and worked as maids for the host. Working these parties allowed them to received additional bonuses, if they were discreet and they had worked many parties together. It was their job to tidy up behind the guest, picking up togas and collecting used drink glassware, overall making sure there was no mess. They were attending to their duties, Christine was putting away togas while next to her Wendy had a tray of empty glasses ready to go back to the kitchen. When they suddenly felt overcome and simultaneous dropped what they were doing looked at each other lustfully and began ripping each other's closet off while desperately trying to tongue wrestle. .............................. John was almost finished signing the documents for his new home, when he felt a series of powerful energy transfers to the ring. By now he had become accustom to receiving the energy without letting on that anything was occurring. Furthermore, there had been a rhythm and a flow to the transfers, he knew when and from whom to expect the next surge. Earlier that evening he had received Mary's first transfer, followed shortly by two more powerful one, also from Mary. He excused himself pretending to take a call, he asked his father to confirm his suspicions. From the ring, his dad was able to confirm unusual transfers. Dr. Smith from his prison limbo inside the ring also confirmed the strength of the transfers to be the strongest he's seen in some time. It reminded him of the type he'd received from Elizabeth when she used to attend orgies back in the 60's. But that couldn't be right. Mary was too new at this to be doing orgies. Suddenly another transfer of energy occurred, also with Mary's signature. Using telekinesis, John pulled his phone from his pocket and into this hand. After two rings it went to voice mail. "Hello, you have reached Mary Smith's phone, please leave a message and I will call you back when I am free." "Damn", John swore. Without dialing the phone was ringing again. On the third ring he heard Elizabeth's sexy voice answer. "Hey John, what's shaking?" "I need you to drop what you are doing now and check on mom! I will send you the coordinates. She seems to be somewhere in the Modesto area. I think she is in trouble. I will be there as soon as I can. Where are you now?" John asked. Elizabeth heard the urgency in his voice and acted immediately. She was sitting in her Mercedes SLS-Class Coupe, as the coordinates appeared on her GPS telling her she was only thirty minutes away depending on traffic. John heard the car engine accelerate and the tires squeal and knew she was enroute. He was learning to depend on her more and more and she was becoming his right hand. "I have been observing Candace Martin. Your right she is a fast learner. I will fill you in on that later. I am only 30 minutes away from where you put Mary." He heard her honk her horn and swear under her breath as the car tires squealed again. Then she continued, "I will let you know if I need any help. I am sure she'll be alright." And she hung up after John thanked her and said that he is very interested in hearing her report on Candace. She thought to herself, that it was ashamed that she had to leave; she was enjoying watching Candace learning to use her new power. But it seems as if Mary has gotten in over her head. She could check in on Candace later. She knew how to find her. ............................... Candace Martin was indeed a quick learner. After learning she could indeed lactate at will and after training April to obey and crave her milk. She and her daughter pleasured each other often. She still craved cock, but loved having a woman lick her pussy. She would often erase any memory of their session together from April's mind, but the girl was extremely bright and often suspected something was going on. As much as Candace loved their shared love making she would have to find new lovers. She was now far too horny to wait for John to fit them into his schedule. Candace began going out at night and experiment with men and women who she found interesting. She quickly learned that carrying around small jars of her milk was too awkward. And it was harder than you think to get a friend or stranger to suckle your breasts. Besides, Candace didn't really like the bar scene, despite with a little practice she could easily pick up any man or woman. That is when she discovered that freeze drying her milk was the perfect option. Online she found the VacMaster VP210C Dry Piston Pump Chamber Machine, for just under $1,000. She could freeze dry her milk, carry it with her easily and then sprinkle it into a drink or meal of her prey without them being the wiser. One of her old college girl friends called her out of the blue and asked her to meet her for drinks after work to catch up. They had a lovely time and Candace noticed that she was feeling an attraction to her friend. Although they were only friends, she decided she needed to see a little more of her and after adding a few sprinkles to her drink; they spent several hours in a hotel room becoming much better acquainted. Since her friend was married and had no previous lesbian tendencies, she blocked the memory from her mind. However, the time together had brought up a discussion about their common friends. Several Candace remembered that had been less than understanding when she was going through her divorce. Some were even quite nasty to her flaunt the fact that they were still married while her husband left her for a younger woman and she was left to fend for herself. Although many of their husbands weren't much of a catch after all the years, many having developed beer bellies and disgusting habits. There were a few of these so called friends whose husbands were still handsome and she had fantasized being with them, and since she was enjoying the female touch, why not have a little fun, too. Next week while having lunch with Karen White, one of her best friends from college; she and her husband Tom were still together and from the pictures she shared from her iPhone 5, Tom looked to be in pretty good shape. After ordering a salad and a diet soda, Karen excused herself to use the lady's room. Their meals arrived just before Karen returned and Candace seized that opportunity to add a little powdered milk to Karen's salad. Karen had always been a bossy little blonde; she usual had to dominate the conversations and had an opinion on everything. Candace realized why they hadn't remained close. But, at forty five she still looked good and maintained the same athletic form she had from her college years, despite having had three kids and added a few inches to her bust line. They talked and enjoyed their meal. Karen found herself agreeing with everything that Candace suggested. When she suggested that she accompany her to her car so she could show her pictures of April, she readily agreed. Before long Karen was nursing on Candace's lactating breasts and followed her in her car to the nearby Hyatt Inn. After an hour on her knees feasting on Candace's pussy, Karen was beginning to get the hang of it. And it was Karen's idea that Candace should join her and Tom for dinner at their home that very night. Candace had suggested that she forget their afternoon together and simply tell Tom that she had invited her for dinner a few days ago and forgot to tell him. Candace would be making her famous recipe for cream-based clam chowder, and she was eager to try it. Candace was cunning. After their second helping of clam chowder, she had them both right where she wanted them. They never knew what hit them. She had them strip right there in the kitchen. And while Karen cleaned up the dishes, she had Tom clean up her pussy. When Karen was done cleaning the kitchen they all settled in the living room. Tom opened a bottle of wine while Karen practiced her new skills. Then while Tom fucked her from behind as she licked wine from Karen's lovely snatch. After many hours of fun, it was getting late, so Candace decided to install triggers words to be able to continue to control her friends without having to use her milk. Candace liked Karen and Tom they were terrific lovers, even if they didn't know it. So she didn't do anything malicious or harmful to them, in fact she even erased their memory, of the events, too. They would only remember they enjoyed each other's company and were in the habit of getting together frequently. Now that Candace had become proficient at capturing her prey, it was time to go after Rachel. Rachel Woods was her supervisor at the hospital and had gone out of her way to be particularly nasty to Candace. She had planned a special day just for her and Rachel. Rachel started at the hospital two years after Candace, but somehow managed to get promoted over her. Candace suspected that she had performed some favors for the department head, which at the time was known to expect certain favors from his subordinates. From that time on and for reasons Candace never understood, Rachel Woods made it her mission in life to make Candace's life as hard as possible. Rachel was married and had two grown children, her husband although no prize now did a decent job of helping her raise their kids. Rachel was roughly about Candace's age, she and her husband seemed to have grown apart, to the extent that their sex life was almost nonexistent. It was in part because the pig wanted Rachel to do things he'd seen woman do in the pornography he regularly watched. This made Rachel mean and may have contributed to the reason she lashed out at Candace. Part of Candace's punishment was the worse jobs and the lousiest schedule she could get away with. Taking revenge on Rachel was one of the first things that Candace thought about. And after successfully playing with Karen and Tom she was more than ready for Rachel. At 9AM the following morning Candace rang the doorbell of her nemesis. She knew that Rachel would be there, because she always scheduled herself for the late morning shift on Mondays. Opening the door, she was startled to see Candace smiling and waiting to be asked into her home. "Good Morning Rachel, aren't you going to invite me in?" Candace sang in a very cheerful voice. Before she could question the woman as to her motives, she found herself stepping aside and opening the door wide so that Candace could enter. This confused Rachel greatly as she meant to ask the bitch why was she here and what did she want. "Thank you", Candace chimed. "Lovely home you have", she said as she walked through the house and into the kitchen, making herself at home, "And many lovely things, too!" Finally finding her tongue, Rachel asked, "What are you doing here, what do you want?" Spying the coffee mug with only a trace of the rich drink remaining, next to the morning paper, Candace knew that she was ready, time was limited and she would need to act soon. But she still had time to drag things out a little longer. "What do I want?" Candace appeared to ponder the question. "Everything," she said with a wicked grin as she began to unbutton her blouse. "What are you doing," Rachel shrieked. "You can't do that here." Candace pulled her blouse off and hung it neatly on the chair; she then proceeded to casually remove her bra laying it on the chair. "Have you lost your mind," Rachel asked. Her eyes as large as saucers staring in disbelief at Candace's beautiful, perfect breasts. "Don't be silly, Rachel," she said as she massaged her tits, freed from the confines of her bra and sat on a nearby barstool. "Come over here and nurse on them, you know you want to." "You have indeed lost your mind," Rachel said as she crossed the floor to join Candace. "I'm going to have to call the police and have you physically..." She stopped in midsentence as her mouth began hungrily sucking on Candace's left tit. "That's right Rachel, drink up, like a good little girl. It's good for you and you love sucking tit, especially mine." "Urmmph, urmph," was all Rachel seemed to be able to respond. She couldn't believe what she was doing. But Candace was right, she did like sucking on tits and she really loved sucking on Candace's. How did she know? And suddenly she felt warm milk filling her mouth. "Oh my God," she thought, "Candace is lactating." And she quickly swallowed it anticipating more. "Mmmmm. That's better." Candace said. Mommy loves to have you nurse. After a few minutes, Candace switched Rachel to her right tit, further humiliating her. Finally, satisfied that she had consumed enough of her mind control milk, Candace pushed her away. Rachel struggled to understand why she was letting this bitch do this to her and why she wasn't fighting back. A Gift From His Father Ch. 10 While Rachel struggled with those thoughts, Candace hopped down from the barstool and took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled her skirt up revealing that she hadn't worn any undergarments and that her pussy was gleaming with her juices. "Come over here, you're not done with your meal yet." Candace beckoned. And while you're at it, why don't you strip and crawl over here on all fours, I'll wait." Rachel began to protest, until she realized that she was quickly removing her clothing and tossing it on the floor, her body wasn't obeying her. She began to become very frightened, and tears began to run down her face. Before too long she was naked and crawling across the floor towards the woman she had for so long tormented. "Stop your crying, Rachel. You love eating pussy, especially mine." Suddenly Rachel stopped crying and a lustful smile formed across her face. Candace was right; she did like eating pussy, why didn't she remember that? She enthusiastically, began munching on her very first pussy with all the zeal of a long lost lover. She was too aggressive at first, but Candace soon calmed her down, stroking her hair while laying one leg across her back. "Mmmm, Rachel you are a natural," she moaned. She was nearing her first climax of the day. After about ten minutes, she could tell that Rachel's tongue was getting tired. The poor woman had licked her to her three consecutive orgasm and her face and hair were dripping with Candace's juices. Having enough, Candace pushed her away again, causing Rachel to fall on her ass spread-eagle on the floor. This allowed Candace to really see her naked foe for the first time. Rachel had put on a few pounds over the years, thirty to be exact and her large belly almost covered her hairy crotch. Layers of cellulite hung on her legs, ass and arms. Her small breasts seemed to be no more than areoles and nipples due to the extra fat as she lay back on her elbows. "Hmmmm." Candace said as she stood and look down at the woman as she continued licking her fingers and hands clean of her favorite juices. "I think someone is going to have to go on a diet and exercise regiment to lose those ugly extra pounds." Rachel looked up at her in shock, but said nothing. "But in the meantime, you need to go get dressed, we're going shopping." Candace pulled her clothes back on and pulled a pair of panties out of her purse while Rachel quickly followed the instructions she was given and was soon ready to go. Rachel was not dressed to be seen in public, she was wearing her least flattering clothes, they were old and didn't fit her well, and they were clothes you'd wear to work around the house or in the yard. She even had found a blouse that had a coffee stain down the front. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't understand why she had chosen these garments. But Candace told her she looked great and she suddenly realized that she did, despite looking like a homeless woman, nothing matched. The first stop was a tattoo parlor, for a tramp stamp and some piercings she told Rachel. She was about to object, Candace reminded her that she had been planning this for weeks and that is why she came by this morning. Rachel smiled and shook her head, how could she have forgotten that? It took several hours to tattoo her upper, lower back and buttocks; Rachel was smart to let Candace select the appropriate designs, there were so many to choose from. The pain from the ink was a distant memory after having her nipples and clitoris pierced. Candace chose for her to have both nipples pierced horizontally with a 14 gauge silver captive ring and 16 gauge silver horseshoe circular barbell 3/8" through her clitoris. Afterwards Rachel was walking a little funny until Candace reminded her that if she was to get the new clothes to show off her body art she'd have to suck it up. Rachel realized that Candace was right and despite the pain began to walk normally. All the clothes that they bought didn't seem to be the type that Rachel would normally wear and she told Candace as much, but Candace reminded her that she was dressing for a new younger appearance that would attract the attention of new lovers; Rachel realized again that Candace was right. It was almost 8 PM when they arrived back at Rachel's home. The food at the drive through didn't do anything to satisfy Rachel's hunger and she had missed the entire work day and hadn't bothered to call in. The stop at the "Adult Toy Store", took longer than Candace had planned. Rachel couldn't decide on which vibrators to get until she tried them all out one by one in the store, where the customers all watched the fat lady getting off. She found it funny that when the store clerk offered her and additional 10% off her purchases for a blowjob and Rachel didn't hesitate. She did such a good job; he threw in a free "Introduction to Anal Kit". Candace pulled her car into Rachel's driveway and up to the front door. Before releasing her Candace she installed a "trigger word", she had more planned for her in the ensuing days ahead. Rachel would never know that her husband Eddie bumping into Candace at the supermarket the night before, while on an errand to buy milk and coffee was no accident. Eddie too, got more than he bargained for. After he licked Candace to a fine climax, he agreed to transfer all their savings to Candace's bank account and shamefully admitting to Rachel that he had lost it all at the race track, his new favorite hobby being betting on the ponies. Candace then gave Rachel a long list of commands guaranteed to liven up her dull sex life. First of all she would tame that jungle on her crotch, shaving it clean. She would not be satisfied unless she masturbated several times a day, and unless she ate pussy (preferably Candace's) once every twelve hours. If Candace wasn't available she'd have to find someone else who would let her satisfy her pussy craving. She loved anal sex almost as much as eating pussy and she was to practice as, much as she could before Candace would allow her to have sex with her husband or use the new "strap on" that she bought. Finally, she would restrict her meals to a total of 800 calories per day (to begin with and later to 600). She would begin a regiment of calisthenics and jogging until she lost all the weight she'd gained over the last 20 years. She would have no memory of these things at a conscience level, but would follow through on all of them. She wouldn't remember this day and evening, but would crave Candace's pussy particular whenever they met. And just to make sure that she got a good start on her evening, Candace had her lick her pussy to climax once more before she was dismissed. Candace was feeling pretty pleased with herself. She had finally gotten revenge on Rachel for all the trouble she has rained on her over the years. She would be able to control her and make her think these new ideas were her own. Or maybe she would simply just tell her the truth. There would be nothing she could do about it and that might be the best revenge yet? As Candace basked in the aftermath of her recent climax and Rachel was getting herself together, she was getting better with every session, Candace noticed a familiar late model Mercedes pull from the curve and speed away. She thought she'd seen that car before, throughout the day, but couldn't quite place it. She had a nagging feeling that she was been watched throughout the day. The feeling began at the tattoo parlor and again later at the shopping mall. She saw a stunning black woman seemed to take an interest in them, or so it seemed. Perhaps it was just her paranoia. This revenge thing was quite out of character for her and she did feel a little guilty. Maybe if Rachel seemed to be remorseful she might even rescind her punishments? .................................... Elizabeth followed her GPS to the outskirts of Modesto, where the large mansions were nestled in the foot hills just above the vineyards. She saw several luxury cars and limos parked on the grounds where the GPS told her she had arrived at her destination. She knew immediately what kind of trouble Mary had gotten herself into. "Damn, that woman", she cursed. "Didn't I tell her not to do the orgy scene alone?" She picked up her phone and pressed the number 1 for a few seconds until the phone began to ring. Through the car's speakers she heard John answer. "I just arrived at the scene", she said as she drove up to the valet and stepped out of her car. "It looks like Mary has gotten herself initiated into a swing party, a rather exclusive one at that. I think I can handle things, unless you want to see what they are like", she told John as she climbed the marble stairs to the main building. "Perhaps another time", John said. "Call me if you need me," he was just about to hang up when another thought occurred to him. Maybe this was a "teachable moment". "Do you know where Maria and Carmen are tonight? Do you think they could get there before it is over", he asked. "I think I can arrange that," she chuckled. "John Smith, I like the way you think." A quick call to Carmen confirmed her suspicions, the girls were together and working the night clubs of downtown Modesto. Just as she was about to tell them to take a cab, she stopped her ascent as she spied a chauffeur shining his Bentley with a soft dry cloth. Pausing she asked the girls the address of the club where they were at and told them to expect to be picked up in about 20 minutes. Hanging up she took out her compact to check her makeup, it was flawless, of course and put it away. She strolled the short distance; her clicking heels catching the chauffeur's attention. He drank in her beauty, and before he could ask, she captured him with a look and gave him instructions to pick up the girls and bring them here. He smiled and she ran her hands though his thick curly hair and pulling him down for a kiss. When she broke the kiss he turned to execute her commands. She smiled and thought to herself, that she may need to make him desert. She continued up the marble stairs to the front door, opened it and was greeted by a women dressed in an elegant evening gown. She looked Elizabeth up and down, sizing her up and asked for her invitation. "You don't need to see my invitation," Elizabeth said as she stared into the hostess's eyes. "I don't need to see your invitation," the woman repeated. "Welcome me in and give me the layout of the mansion," Elizabeth said. "Welcome, to our little party," the hostess cheerfully stated. "It's ashamed that I have to work, I'd love to personally show you around and get to know you better." Focusing on Elizabeth's ample cleavage as she absent mindedly licked her lips while beckoning her inside. "The dressing rooms are to the left and the main activities are..." Elizabeth made her way through the mansion, stopping first to change into a toga. She didn't have to guess where to find Mary. There was a strange feel to the atmosphere of the place, and it seemed to have afflicted the guests. Several people were excitedly talking around the buffet about a woman in the main room who seemed to have enchanted all of them. Just then a couple staggered into the room, their togas hanging off them, leaving nothing to the imagination. They looked exhausted, covered in sweat and juices, grabbing towels from the help, as they collapsed into a nearby loveseat, the woman, missing completely and falling unceremoniously to the floor exposing her very red and sore genitalia. The man failed to notice as he was clutching his well used cock. Servants appeared and offer him an ice pack with he quickly accepted and helped the woman into her seat. Elizabeth knew what was going on, and needed to reach Mary quickly before someone was injured. She headed for the main room and was amazed at what she saw. There appeared to be a mass of bodies and limbs all pulsing in different rhythms, moaning and shrieking in sexual euphoria. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see heads between legs, mouths upon breasts, hands squeezing and rubbing every sex organ. Despite the ventilation the room reeked of sex. The mass of people were so close to one another, they appeared to be one. It took all of Elizabeth's mind control powers to part the sea of bodies and to move to the center where she knew she was to find Mary. Everyone was naked, or had the barest of clothing remaining. It appeared no one was immune, which was evidence by the fact that some of the servants had been compromised and were now, willing participants. As Elizabeth continued to wade to the center of the mass her toga was torn from her body leaving her naked and exposed while arms and hands reached out for her sex. With her toga gone her diamond stud illuminated her pubic area and quickly grew brighter bathing her entire body in a soft light, almost as if a spot light was shining on her. As she continued to disturb the piles of people, she saw that some people were escaping from the orgy to the dining room which for now remained free of the sexual influence. There were so many bodies, entangled if not for the different colors of limbs and torso; it would be hard to tell what belonged to whom. As she continued to move forward, like a flower they slowly began to open, not stopping their activities, but merely slowing and letting her pass. When she finally reached the center of the mass, she saw Mary's head. She was completely enveloped by men and women. She appeared to be squatting over two men as she was being double penetrated. Two women were suckled at her breasts as she lapped at two pussies while fingering one with her left hand and stroking a huge brown cock in the other. Mary appeared to be in a trance and unaware of her surroundings, yet interacting with them. Elizabeth could feel the weight of the sexual energy, but instead of absorbing it Mary was emitting it and it was affecting everyone around her. Slow she moved into the crowd and attempted to disengage Mary from her minion. When she pulled one off, another quickly filled in as if being drawn magnetically to fill the void. She tried to use her mind control, but there was nothing to grab on to, their minds were locked. She tried to enter Mary's mind. It was a mess. As if on a feedback loop, she was screaming, "Too much, too much. Cocks, pussies, tits and ass, there are too many of them!" She knew she was going to need help, and as if on cue, Carman and Maria entered the main room. She heard them calling to her and she yelled back barely heard over the sexual panting and groaning. They saw her at the center of the room, she appeared to be glowing. The girls were still pretty inexperienced and didn't quite know what to make of the situation, like Elizabeth their togas were torn from their bodies, leaving them gloriously naked and vulnerable. Their diamond studs also began illuminating light as Elizabeth's did and quickly became as bright. Maria asked. "What's going on? They all look possessed," as she scanned the quivering masses of flesh. "Can you feel that? It's so strong and I feel as if I might lose myself in it." Carmen said as she removed a hand from her ass. "It's intoxicating." As they reached Elizabeth, not sure what it was she wanted them to do. "The pull is strong," Elizabeth said, clearly worried now. "But, I have a plan. I am going to need your help." She explained what was happening and told the girls that she would have to disengage Mary from the group; their job was to stop anyone from rejoining her. They must do whatever was necessary, they were running out of time and she was worried now about Mary's mental state. Once she had Mary disconnected they would all transfer their collected energy and that should break the spell. She reemphasized, don't let anyone reengage. "Are we clear," Elizabeth asked each girl as she looked into their eyes and seeing they were scared but knowing they were up to the task. The girls nodded. The first thing would be to disengage the double penetration, Elizabeth thought. Both Carmen and Maria had both certain her of "DP" but never actually saw it nor experienced it and were mesmerized by it. Elizabeth told the first man, "Okay buddy, we are about through here," as she grabbed him by his torso and pulled. If it wasn't for the moaning noise and other sexual shrieking they all would have heard that pop noise as his large cock came free from Mary's pussy. For the first time Elizabeth was able to see the eyes of one of the other participants, there was relief in them. But just as soon as she had him out of the way another man was trying to replace him. "Oh, no you don't," Carmen said as she pulled him by the arm and spun him around. His face was blank, expressionless as he fell to the ground and connected with a woman nearby. Another guy rushed over and attempted to mount Mary. But Maria cut him off before he could engage. Elizabeth wasted no more time and pulled the other man free. Two more men moved forward in an attempt to remount Mary. Carmen alerted Maria as she blocked her guy and Maria stopped hers. By now the two women nursing at Mary's breast moved to lap the juices oozing from her holes. This time the three more people were approaching, two men and a woman. They moved on Maria's position determined to reach Mary. One of the women pulled Maria by her hair allowing the man to squeeze by the second man knocked Maria down and fell on top of her impaling her with his erect and ready spear causing her to shriek. Carmen stopped the other man, as Elizabeth appeared to be making some progress bringing Mary around. She was no longer in a trance, but still unaware of her surrounding or the peril she was facing. Carmen screamed as another man penetrated her from behind and began to forcefully fuck as if his entire being depended on it. Elizabeth realized that this was her last chance, she had to reach Mary's mind now or they wouldn't have another. She elbowed one of the women and pushed the other away. Mary was finally free of any exterior stimulation. But it wouldn't last long. She grabbed Mary by her cheeks, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Enough Mary," she said. "We don't have time for any more of this shit. I need you to come back to me now." Mary's eyes seemed to focus. "We need to end this now," she told Mary. "Transfer your energy. Do it now." She turned, to Maria and Carmen; both seemed to be covered in hands and arms. Without warning Elizabeth felt two hands on her hips and a cock slide quickly into her pussy. "Carmen, Maria, transfer now. Hurry! Do it now!" All four women, using the last ounces of their strength and will power concentrated for several second. Just as another man shove his hard cock into Elizabeth's mouth and they all seemed to be swallowed alive into the churning sea of human flesh. .................................... A hundred miles away, John struggled to hide the fact that something was going on. He was hit with a massive flow of strength and energy, the strongest single transfer he had ever received. "Are you alright, sir? Can I get you something," one of the financial agents asked as she placed the last of a mountain of documents in front of him. Recovering quickly with the new energy surging through him from the Ring of Power, John smiled and said. "Thank you, but I am fine. It's been a long day. Are we about done?" He asked as in his mind he first felt than saw each of his agents. They were now somehow connected. He knew that they all were fine, and unharmed. He saw Candace getting ready for bed, and sensed that she had been up to something and was feeling very pleased with herself. He couldn't see April, but has a strong sense that she was asleep and safe in her bed. The agent smile and told him two more signatures, here, she pointed and there. John smiled and pulled the final document in front of him. A Gift From His Father Ch. 10 .................................. The lights of the large room seemed to brighten slightly. The moaning and panting seemed to have faded and normal levels of human interaction resumed. People seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they had been a mindless fucking and sucking machine for hours. The staff began to circulate and distribute towels and fresh togas to all that wanted them as people began to detangle themselves and rub sore limbs and organs. As the men that had impaled Elizabeth, Carmen and Maria attempted to free themselves. All three refused to let them go until their own needs were met. Mary sat still accepting a toga, towel and a glass of water. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she was quite sore. Sitting quickly became uncomfortable. Before she could get her bearings and leave the great room, Elizabeth reached her. Still naked, sweaty and enjoying the afterglow of a good fuck, she pulled Mary aside and lifted her chin so that they were once again eye to eye. "Are you okay," she asked, genuinely concerned for her friend and trainee. "I guess so," she struggled more than a little embarrassed by what had transpired as the memories trickled back. "Thanks for rescuing me!" "That was something, wasn't it?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah," Mary said. "It may take me a week to be able to walk straight again", she chuckled and then winced at the real pain. "I think I learned an important lesson." Carmen and Maria joined the two and Elizabeth introduced them. They gave her a quick hug and exchanged pleasantries. The large room was quickly empting and people were gathered in the banquet room eating and drinking and enjoying each other's company. The host was making the rounds and accepting congratulations for putting on the best party in years. Everyone was tired and sexual fulfilled and looking forward to the next party, leaving the host beaming and full of pride. James and Julie found Mary and asked if she had enjoyed her first swing party. They admitted they didn't find her in the main room, but was sure that she must have enjoyed herself as this was the best party ever. Mary introduced Elizabeth, Carmen and Maria as new acquaintances. After a few minutes of small talk, James asked Mary if she was ready to go. She told Elizabeth that she would be fine and would call her tomorrow, then corrected her and asked her to come by. Carmen and Maria noticed the huge swimming pool and spa outside and excuse themselves for a quick swim. Elizabeth shrugged and then turned back to Mary and agreed to meet her tomorrow and they kissed. James and Julie took Mary and led the way back to the changing room. Elizabeth went off to the pool to join the girls and passed one of the staff supervisors chastising two of the women who got pulled into the orgy. She tapped into their minds learned their names and pulled them into her embrace while gushing over them for their excellent service tonight. Both girls had just found their clothes and had been attempting to put them back on. Elizabeth, still naked, squeezed them both to her and told them she would be certain to mention it to their host. Kissed them both passionately on the lips and went off in the direction of the pool, leaving the supervisor speechless. ................................. Rachel woke up horny from a particularly erotic dream. Her husband Eddie had already left for work and she didn't have to be at the hospital for a few more hours. She had an unusual tangy taste in her mouth. She couldn't place it or remember what or where it had come from, but she was curious about its source and wanted more. She lazily ran her hand down to her crotch and giggled at the idea of masturbating just to take the edge off. She ran her fingers along her slit as the other hand began to fondle her left breast. She was quickly developing a nice buzz as her fingers pushed into her wet hole and found her new piercing. Surprised by the foreign object she pulled gently just as her other hand found the ring piercing one of her nipples. Her confused mind couldn't handle the two and before she could rationalize she exploded in a large orgasm, it had been years since she had one. "Ahhhh OOOOooo, eeeeeee". She howled. When she finally settled down, she lifted her granny night gown to see and feel what her hands had found. She felt both her small breasts had matching silver nipple rings. Hurrying out of bed she rushed to the bathroom and pulling off her gown she blinked as she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then she realized there was another. Lifting her gut out of the way she saw beneath the matted growth of disgusting hair another ring, she thought. At first she thought it was attached to her labia, but as soon as she touched it, she knew where it was attached and shuddered as she felt the warm tingling of another climax just out of reach. Coming back to her senses, she tried to remember when she had gotten piercings, of all things. She sat on the bowl to relieve her bladder, before she began her morning hygiene routine; she glanced in the mirror and noticed a mark on her back. "What the...," she thought. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 11 Rachel turned a little more and saw what looked to be a tattoo on the small of her back just above her big ass. She could see some colorful designs and some lettering but needed her hand mirror to see what was written there. Getting the mirror in at the right angle she saw her name written in script framed by colorful curly designs. Before she could make sense of it she noticed the same patterns and her name also written across her shoulder blades, only upside down. What happened to her? She didn't remember getting pierced or getting tattooed. Why would she have her name written upside down and two places on her back? It didn't make sense. Just as she thought things couldn't get any worse as she was about to put the mirror down and try to sort things out, she saw another tattoo on her right ass cheek. She shrieked when she read it and began to sob, big tears rolled from her eyes, falling on to her breasts and rolling to her studded nipples. In two inch red bold letters the word "Bimbo" was emblazoned on her ass. She was scared and confused she dropped the mirror to the floor and ran back into her room and fell into the bed. Who would have done this to her, what kind of sick prank was this? She remained there crying for several minutes, she curled into the fetal position and felt like sticking her thumb into her mouth, but realized that she did want something in her mouth but it wasn't her thumb. Where were these thoughts coming from? After about ten minutes of feeling sorry for herself she decided to examine her new accessories more closely. She hefted her tiny tits one by one to see that each the silver ring was permanently attached; she could find no way to remove them. The simple act of examining her pierced nipples made her hot and horny and she felt a tingle in her pussy. She moved the hand mirror so that she could see down there, something she almost never did. It was hard to see, her fat belly was in the way and there was a forest of nasty blonde hair in the way. Without thinking she retrieved her scissors and a towel from the bathroom and began to cutting the thick growth as short as the scissors would allow. She was finally able see the silver horseshoe shaped barbell piercing her clitoris; and she wasn't surprised to find that there also was no way to remove it. And just looking at it was making her wet. Tossing out the cut hair in the towel she decided to shower. As she began shaving her legs, she continued and removed all the stubble from her crotch as well, leaving her pussy completely bare. For some reason she was extremely pleased as if she had just completed some task on her list of things to do. She put away the razor and washed the newly shaved area, only to find that she couldn't help but play with her new jewelry until she squealed with pleasure as she came again this morning. Catching her breath, her fingers then began pulling on her nipple rings causing her to become excited again and repeating the previous exercise until she was again panting as she weak kneed slid to the floor of the shower. It took her awhile before she was able to actual wash without playing with herself and it was become very close to the time to leave for work and she hadn't even dressed yet. Rachel found a spot to park and took the elevator to her floor. The hospital seemed to be relatively quiet for this time of day and she greeted a few coworkers and made her way to her desk. Taking her seat and put her handbag in the bottom file cabinet, she turned on her computer. As she opened her Outlook she noticed twice as many emails as normal and one from her supervisor dated today marked urgent. Opening it she discovered an irate note. Apparently, Rachel had taken a day off without consulting with her, fortunately things managed fine without her but she needed to account for her actions and she was expected to be in her office at 2PM. Rachel was further embarrassed, how could she have missed work like this and not even called to have someone cover for her. It was not like her. The last twenty four hours weren't like her. What did she do yesterday, besides the obvious? The day continued and she attended to her patients and interacted with the doctors on staff. About 1PM, Candace came in and approached Rachel as she was updating a patients chart and looked directly into her eyes and said, "Rachel, I am tired of these late hours, I really would like to be put back on mornings, say the 7 to 4PM shift, okay?" Rachel looked back at Candace; her first impulse was to ask to save it for later. "Can't you see that I am busy?" But she didn't say a word; she only stared blankly into her eyes. She began to crave that taste that she woke up with this morning. She still wasn't sure what it was, trying to maintain an air of control she said, "Perhaps I can arrange that," and then taking Candace by the arm and pulling her into an empty office said, "If you will do something for me?" Wondering how this would play out, Candace bit and asked, "Maybe, what do you have in mind?" By now Rachel was like a drug addict going through withdrawal and without thinking asked, "Let me eat your pussy." Candace smiled and walked a few steps to close the door. While Rachel blushed deeply and couldn't believe what she had just asked, nevertheless was hopeful that Candace would agree. When Candace walked over to one of the chairs and pulled down her scrubs to her ankles revealing her beautiful mound, all Rachel could do was to stare. I was shaved clean except for a narrow "landing strip" of blonde hair. Candace sat down in the chair and spread her legs, leaving one foot still in her scrub pants. She looked at Rachel, as if to say, "What are you waiting for." And Rachel rushed forward her mouth already salivating and dropped to her knees before her. "Just a minute," Candace said, "First you must strip." Rachel was too far gone to worry about any details she quickly shrugged out of her scrubs, tossing them on the floor behind her, the matching set of bra and panties followed quickly. It was the first time Candace had seen Rachel completely naked with tattoos and piercings and she liked the look. "I see you've added a few accessories, how nice, and I see you've shaved, too. Good girl. Now bring that tongue over here and get busy." Rachel blushed again, forgetting about her new look. But didn't hesitate and quickly put her face in Candace's pussy and lapped up her increasing fluids. As she happily licked up the nectar she had been craving an interesting thought entered her mind. How did Candace know that I had added tattoos, piercings and had shaved? ........................ Mary woke up late the next day, and was very sore. She was sore in places that she didn't know she could become sore. As she sat up and crawled out of bed on the way to the bathroom, she smelled the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She realized that John must be home to check on her. She donned her robe and limped to the bathroom to perform her morning hygiene and then hobbled to the kitchen where John was finish a sandwich and some chips. Stopping at the kitchen entrance Mary smiled and said, "Come over to check on me, huh?" "Yeah, I heard you got in a little over your head. How are you feeling?" He asked as he saw her attempt to hide her injured gait. "If we were having this conversation a month ago I would say that I am fine, but since you are the master of the Ring of Power, there is no point in lying. I fucked up and I am pretty sore all over." John had never heard his mother swear or use any foul language, but that too was the old mom. This new mom was worldly, accustoms to having plenty of sex with multiple partners of both sexes and now was one of his best agents. Even disheveled she oozed beauty, grace and sensuality. "I can fix that." John volunteered. "Come here and let me have a look at you." She limped over to him as he jumped out of his chair and met her half way. He could now sense her pain and realized his power to heal her. All the energy from the orgy had given him new abilities such as a mental link to his agents and the limited ability to heal. A closer look revealed that she was bruised over her arms and legs, from what he could see that wasn't hidden under her robe. "I am going to need you to disrobe for me if I am going to heal these bruises," said gently. Although she was his mother and they had together sexually, (not that it was his fault), and technically he was her master, he didn't think of it that way. She was still his mother and she was owed a certain level of respect. "Of course she said," dropping her robe to the floor and pulling her red satin halter slip so that it too pooled at her feet. She had a fantastic body, but instead of admiring it, John cringed at how badly she had been bruised by the experience. Her large white breast, ass, legs and especially her crotch were discolored and had to ache terribly. To say she was black and blue would be putting it lightly. If it wasn't for his power, she would likely need a hospital stay. It was worse than he thought. Taking her in his arms, John lifted her off her feet and carried her back to her bedroom. He gently laid her on her back. Using both hands, holding them just above the injured areas he closed his eyes and concentrated. Had he been watching he would have seen his hands glow red as he emitted healing energy from them. He moved them all around and turned her over to reach her ass and rectum. After several minutes, he stopped. Mary opened her eyes and John looked at her again. All the bruising was gone replaced with a rich golden tan. "How do you feel?" He asked. "Mmmm, much better, now. I didn't know that you could do that? You know heal people." "It's new. Thanks to all the energy you sent me. I am not sure, but I feel like I might be able to fly," he joked. She sat up and he couldn't help but admire her nudity. She was his first crush and despite everything he was still in love with her. She cupped his hands on his face and pulled him close and kissed him in a way a mother never would kiss her son. It lasted several minutes and she pulled down on top of her as she fumbled with his belt. ............................ John met Elizabeth at the Hyatt downtown. She had a room on the fifth floor facing the pool and lounge area. He knocked on her door and she opened it, clothed only in a towel having just gotten out of the shower. "Looks like my timing is good," he smiled as she let him in and closed the door behind him. "Can I borrow a towel," He joked. Elizabeth smiled and pulled him to her and locked her lips on his while letting the towel fall to the floor. He pulled her closer and their kiss intensified. She clawed at his shirt and then noticed he was as naked as her and together they tumbled onto the bed. They kissed some more less passionately as their hands explored each others' bodies. John found her impressive breasts and pulled one of the large brown nipples into his mouth. He sucked and pulled on it gently using his teeth. Elizabeth shrieked passionately, loving what he was doing. Together they rolled back and forth until Elizabeth found herself on top with John looking up at her through her magnificent cleavage as the twins finally settled into place. She smiled triumphantly as if she had won the match. John used that opportunity to grow his already erect cock to an impressive ten inches letting it snake forward finding Elizabeth's wet love tunnel waiting. "Now you are just showing off," she said as she adjusted her position and impaled herself on the huge cock. Once in place John began to expand and thicken it causing Elizabeth's eyes to grow large in surprise. She wasted no time and began sliding up and down leaving her juices running down its length. At times she'd pull almost all the way out and holding the mushroom head tightly and just stay there for a minute. And then without warning, she'd impale herself again all the way down and continue rapidly bouncing up and down. She was getting very close to the edge; John's large cock was making her reach her limit faster than she would have normally. It felt so good to have a large cock inside of her. John knew exactly what was going on in her mind; his new connection to his agents gave him another advantage when they were together like this. He was matching her tempo and they would come together. As they continued to work; John could feel his cock bottoming out as Elizabeth continued her frantic pace. She was already screaming in her mind, as her passion reached its peak. "Aaaahhhhhh!" She yelled, for what seemed like minutes, shaking her head, her long damp brown hair slowly snapping back and forth. When John let his seed loose, she seemed to reach another octave. They slowly coasted to a stop. Both of them panting and sweating enjoying one of the best fucks either had ever experienced. Elizabeth climbed off the monster she had been riding and John allowed it to soften. His cock was coated with her juices, shiny and deep red. She rested for a few minutes and then took it in her mouth. It was huge, but she thought she could use the practice and worked it down her throat until her nose was tickled by John's pubic hair. She licked and then pulled out to lick and suck on John's ball before going back after the monster. John had to use his strength to hold back. This woman knew what she was doing. He pulled her around and bent down to begin lapping at her wet pussy. She tasted amazing. John was amazed at how similar and yet how different each woman tasted. Elizabeth tasted the best. After several minutes using his connection to her he was able to hit all the right spots. She could no longer hold off and screamed again as she enjoyed yet another climax. As they cuddled together fighting sleep, Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek and whispered in to his ear, "Not bad for a white boy." He joke caught him completely off guard causing him to rock with laughter. Elizabeth joined in laughing so hard they nearly fell off the bed. As they resumed their cuddling and catching up on the business of running his agents, John confessed the he relied on Elizabeth and that she deserved a promotion of sorts. He officially made her his lieutenant, and as a reward asked her what he could give her as a gift for services rendered. She was taken back somewhat. Not expecting anything but a thank you for saving mom. So she joked, "Besides that great fuck?" He looked at her and she knew he was serious. "I don't know John. Can I think about it?" "Sure," he said. "Now tell me about what Candace has been up to." ........................................ Although John was pleased with his new agents, he still needed more. And although he had absorbed a tremendous amount of new energy, he was expending almost as much, so he needed to have more sex and convert more agents. He thought about Tammy Bowen. He didn't need her at the bank anymore and she would jump at the chance to work for him in any capacity. And then there was April's mother Candace Martin. She was more than ready. Driving west on Highway 280, he decided to exit to the Foothill Express Way; he'd be at the Martin's home in 8 minutes. Traffic was light this time of the morning. He sensed that Candace was still home and April was not, likely she was at school. He pulled in front of the house and had to admire the neighborhood, it hadn't changed all that much since he and April used to play in these streets. He ran the door bell and after a minute Candace peaked through the curtain and opened the door. "Well, John Smith. What do I owe the pleasure?" Candace gushed. She was being a little sarcastic, since she missed him and he hadn't bothered to call in days. "April's not here." "Hello Candace," he said "good to see you too. I know. I came to see you." She stepped aside letting him in, her heart dancing in her chest and as soon as she closed the door, she was all over him. She kissed him like she hadn't seen him in months. She was dressed for work, in her pink scrubs, her purse and keys on the stairs, she was about to walk out the door. "Call the job," he said. "You're going to be late if you make it in at all today." Candace hung up her phone and put back in her purse. She had told the nurse in charge that something big had come up unexpectedly and that it required her immediate attention, she would attempt to make it in later if that was possible. She then turned to John, smiling as she looked at the huge bulge in his pants and asked if he wanted to adjourn to her bedroom. He quickly agreed and as Candace climbed the stairs he followed, watching her round buttock carefully as she sashayed up the stairs. Upon reaching the top, she pulled her top off and tossed it into John face. She giggled as he caught it and reached behind her back releasing the snaps holding her bra in place. Her breasts immediately lurched forward, but remained within the cups. John caught up with her and gently removed the bra. Her breasts were impressive. He pulled a large nipple into his mouth and sucked. She rewarded him with her milk. After a minute he pulled away, "Mmmmm yummy." He said. I hear you are having a good time sharing your marvelous milk. I'd like to hear more about it, but later." She smiled and pulled him closer and kissed him deeply tasting her milk, "Mmmmmm, I agree, yummy indeed." John smiled and slid her pants past her round ass and down to her ankles, as she stepped out of them. "Going commando, I see. What's the occasion?" John asked noticing that she hadn't bothered to put on panties. "Oh, that," Candace smiled and said, "I've been training my supervisor to eat my snatch, instead of giving me lousy hours, it saves a little time." "Interesting," John said, "how's that working out." "Pretty good, actually, in fact she'll be going nuts pretty soon when she learns I may not be in today. I'll fill you in later, but right now how about some of that amazing cock or yours. I've missed it." ............................................. Arriving for her shift, Rachel was right on time, as usual. She looked through the staff assignments and the patients list and got busy with the more mundane aspects of running the recovery room of a medium size metropolitan hospital. After about thirty minutes she began to feel something gnawing in her mind just outside of her consciousness. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but something wasn't quite right. She checked on her patients and consulted with a couple of doctors, it was getting close to noon and she wasn't hungry, but something was bothering her. She saw June Mathews sitting at one of the nursing stations entering data on a patient. "That's not right," she thought. "June isn't scheduled today." She checked the schedule, Candace Martin was. "Where is Candace?" She was beginning to panic and she didn't understand why. She looked at her wrist watch. "What's going on?" She went back to her personnel screen and saw that Candace had taken a PTO at the last minute, citing that something had come up. She stared at the entry and was becoming angry. "How could she not come in today? I need her." She was puzzled. "Why did she need her?" June surprised Rachel; she actually jumped two inches out of her seat. "I'm sorry Rachel, didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to ask your opinion on the patent in room 2614B." Rachel gathered herself. "You didn't startle me," she lied. "I was just checking the schedule and you caught me in deep thought," she smiled and tried hard to shrug it off. "Mrs. White in room 2614B..." June began to explain the question, but Rachel couldn't hear her. She was thinking of licking pussy, and not any pussy, but Candace's pussy. "That's right," she thought, "I have to eat Candace's pussy today. But Candace isn't here; I'll have to find another pussy to eat, but whose? I can't just walk up to someone and ask them if I could lick their pussy, can I?" With that thought she got up and began walking away. A Gift From His Father Ch. 11 "Rachel!" June called, "I was talking to you." Rachel continued to walk away completely ignoring June. She needed to find pussy. She was thinking hard, "Candace isn't here; I need to find a pussy to eat." ........................................ Candace was on her back her legs wrapped tightly around John's waist. She felt as if he was draining her of her life's fluids from her. She had come five times and another was building to climax. She was being fucked silly. He started out so tenderly, but after her third climax, she was urging him to fuck her faster and harder. She just couldn't get enough of his wonderful cock. "OOooooohhhhh mmmyyyy GGGggggoooodddd!" She cried out aloud again. "Yeowwwwwieeeee, ddddon't ssstttooppp. Oooowwweeeee! She was panting hard and John still hadn't come until... "Yesssss!" John howled, matching Candace's volume. And just as Candace thought she was through, she came again. Both panting and sweating John collapsed on Candace and she held him closely enjoying the feeling of embracing her lover. They were all sticky and slick, and finally, she felt John's enormous cock began to shrink. "Where ever did you learn to fuck like that, John Smith?" She was thoroughly enjoying his company. She felt like a teenage in love again, laying here again with her daughter's boyfriend and childhood playmate. The more she thought about it the more she realized how wrong this was, but somehow she didn't care. She was in bed with an eighteen year old boy. No, despite his age, she couldn't think of John as boy. He was much more mature. In fact in the last few weeks he seemed to have matured well beyond his tender years. And his cock, who would have guessed that little Johnny Smith would have been so well endowed. At times his cock seemed huge to her, scary huge. And he really knew how to use it. As they cuddled and John played with his favorite nipple, he finally excused himself and just as he was ready to pull out of her well used pussy, he handed her a thick fluffy towel. She didn't know where he got it; it didn't appear to be one of hers. But she was glad that he did, as she couldn't believe the amount of fluids that poured forth. He got up and after using the toilet, asked if she was thirsty, she said she was, and that she could really use a white wine, but she knew that they'd drunk the last of it a few weeks ago and she'd forgotten to buy more. "Let me see what I can find," John said as he left her bedroom as casually as he did in his own home, not even considering pulling on his briefs. A minute later her returned with a bottle of Ca Vescovo Pinot Grigio 2012, two glasses and a tray of cheeses and sliced apples. He quickly opened the bottle and poured to glasses. Candace thought she must have dosed off for a bit, but it seemed as if he'd only been gone a minute. But that can't be right, there was no way that he could get down to the kitchen and prepare all of this without it taking ten minutes or more. She sat up and sipped the glass of wine he handed her. "This is good," she said. "Where did you find this?" "In one of your cupboards," he lied, not caring about covering the lie. "It is good. Try some cheese." "Where'd you get all this," she asked as she picked up a piece of cheese and washed it down with another swallow of her wine. "I brought it with me," he lied again. "John, you were empty handed when you arrived. What's going on?" "Candace," he said as he put his glass down again and popped a piece of cheese into his mouth. "I have a proposition for you." "Oh, John, no, it wouldn't work. This December/May thing and April would be crushed." She smiled her eyes shining brightly, wishing she were twenty years younger as she joked. John laughed. "Funny lady, I hadn't realized you had such a funny sense of humor. But kidding aside, I want you to come and work for me." Candace saw that he was serious and put her glass down and asked, "Doing what?" "Well, that's a good part, he smiled, "Pretty much what you've just done." Candace suddenly became very self conscience; she pulled the sheet up over her lovely naked body. She couldn't believe her ears. John had asked her to go out whoring herself. What kind of pimp does he think he is? "John," she finally said after considering for a minute that she must have misunderstood him, "You want me to work for you by fucking other men?" "And woman," John added. "If you like, or make sure you are near enough to collect their sexual energy." "Excuse me?" John explained to her what he'd been doing over the last several weeks, allowed her to remember things he'd done with her and to her. When she still found it hard to believe what he was telling her, he simply smiled and caused her to have an orgasm without touching her. She was just sitting there under the sheet when slowly she felt as if John's huge cock was sliding into her, filling her completely. She felt it stroking in and out, slowly at first and building until finally she couldn't deny the building another climax. "Aahhhh. Aaahhhhh!" She screamed. When she finally settled down, her wine glass lay empty on the bed, on a small puddle of wine, soaking into the bed linen, she was breathing heavily and she had both hands in her crotch, the sheet laying discarded on the floor. "What was that," she asked still out of breath. "Proof," John said. "Do you require more?" "No," she screamed. "No more. I believe you." A little hysterically, she didn't believe she would survive another orgasm. John went on to explain in greater detail that she could continue her job if she liked, but her primary responsibility would be to collect sexual energy. She wouldn't be allowed to marry. And she would live a long life, barring any unforeseen tragedy. She wouldn't lose her beauty and be immune to all diseases and illnesses. She asked John, "What about April?" John assured that he didn't want this for April and had no intention of initiating her to his elite club, at least not until she was done with her schooling and could make an informed choice. But for now they would keep her in the dark. "So," John asked. "I guess you need some time to decide." "Are you kidding? I can't see any downside. I'm in!" "Great!" John replied. "Then I am ready to convert you if you're ready?" "Sure, I guess. How does this work," she asked. John explained he'd install a diamond stud on her labia and that is what will collect the energy. She took a deep breath and she was ready. John moved between her legs, spreading them wider than was necessary inserted his ring finger into her pussy and with is thumb placed it where he wanted the diamond stud. There was heat, but no pain and she felt a tingling and when he moved his hand she had a beautiful diamond stud where his thumb had just been. With is finger still in her juicy pussy he cleansed her body of all illness and gave her limited mind control powers. Removing his hand, he thought aloud. "I almost forgot, you won't need your milk any longer," As he extended his ring hand to her left breast. "Wait, "she said. "Do you have to?" "No," he said. "It's just redundant. You can simply use your mind now." "I know," she said. "But, I like it. And since I can control my lactation it's pretty cool." "Fine," he said. "You'll be the only one with that gift." "Great." She said. John told her that she will be properly trained on how to use her new gifts, tomorrow. Candace was still admiring her new diamond and when she looked up, John was completely dressed. "Oh," he said. "I almost forgot," waving his hand over her crotch and breasts. She felt a warm pleasant tingling feeling grow and then subside. "What was that?" "Oh, just a little something to help you enjoy sex more. I heighten your erogenous zones. You will enjoy sex even more now, if that is possible." "Really," she asked. Candace moved her hand up to her right breast and pulled gently on her nipple. "Ooooohhh!" She quickly let go, afraid she have another orgasm. "That feels good." "Yeah, thought you'd like that. Feel free to explore that on your own." John said. He was about to head out, when he remembered he had forgotten to ask about what she'd been up to the last few days. "Oh," she said. "Mostly getting a little revenge on an injustice, do you have time to hear about it?" John agreed and joined her again in the bed as she told him what she'd been up to. ................................ The cravings Rachel was feeling had her in a state of desperation. She didn't understand why, but she wanted, no she needed to be between Candace's legs or any other woman or she'd go mad. She needed to make that happen soon. "Candace isn't coming in, I have got to find another woman to let me lick her pussy," she thought. She knew it sounded crazy. Maybe that is why she kept repeating it, hoping that it would eventually sound reasonable. She calmed herself in an attempt to be rational. Who did she know was gay? Two names came to mind immediately, Doctor Ann Parks and the black woman in the cafeteria, Erica Green. She took the elevator to the third floor, pediatrics, hoping that Doctor Parker was working this shift. She was disappointed to learn that he shift ended an hour ago and she just missed her. She took the elevator to the tenth floor. The cafeteria was pretty busy, it was the lunch hour and the place was packed. She saw Erica working the cash register, with a long line checking out. She would be tied up for at least the next thirty minutes. She hardly knew Erica, how was she going to get her alone and how would she convince her to let her go down on her? The thought of climbing between another woman's legs made her wince and then she became excited at the thought. What was wrong with her? .......................................... John was laughing so hard, tears were running down his cheeks. Candace laughed with him as she continued to tell him how she took revenge on Rachel. "Wait a minute," he said, "you had her name tattooed across her shoulders upside down and right side up across the small of her back." All of a sudden he burst out laughing harder than before. Finally when he was able to regain control he said. "I get it! So her partners will remember her name whether she is taking it from behind or giving head." They both continued to chuckle, then John said. "And the red lettered tattoo on her butt, are you planning on making her a bimbo?" "Well, by now she may already be one don't you think?" Candace replied. "Well, from what I have read, bimbos are typically blonde with large assets and dim intelligence. She's a nurse after all; you don't want to endanger patients or get her fired, do you?" She seemed to think about it for a while then admitted that she put her on a diet and an exercise routine. Then her eyes brightened and she said. "John, you could mold her body like you did mine and then she could become a bimbo, Nurse Bimbo or how about Nurse Bambi?" John laughed and admitted, "As much fun as that might be there is a code masters of the Ring of Power must follow or be punished. That would be not be something I would be willing to do. However, I could shaper her body into something more beautiful than what she has now." Candace agreed that would be helpful and then laughed out loud again as she remembered that she had made a mistake when she told Rachel that she would be eating only 800 calories a day, when she meant 1800 calories. The poor woman would be starving. They both broke into laugher again. ............................ Rachel grabbed an apple from one of the fruit baskets, and this action confused her, she wanted a bag of potato chips, nevertheless she got in line to check out. When it was her turn, there were still six people behind her in line. She exchanged pleasantries with Erica and asked her when she would be taking her break, reasoning that she needed her advice. Erica looked a little confused but told her she was scheduled to take her meal break in an hour. Aware of the growing line she said she'd be back just before then if that was okay. Erica agreed. .............................. John looked at his watch, "I have to go now, but if you want to get together to do Rachel's makeover, I have a hole in my schedule tomorrow, otherwise it may have to wait a week or more." Candace agreed to meet here at the prescribed time and jumped out of bed to give John a kiss before he left. She grabbed him by the neck, still naked after their sex play and standing on her tiptoes grabbed his mouth and shoved her tongue in and around. John grabbed her tight ass and pulled her in. The kiss went on for a while and John began to feel his manhood grow, and Candace hoped for another round. She was disappointed when he broke the kiss and embrace. But before he left he squeezed her nipples hard. The reaction was immediate, Candace screamed as a jolt of pleasure rippled through her from her breast to her juicing pussy and spread everywhere from there. He knees buckled, fortunately the bed was just behind her and falling in she cuddled her sensitive breast only increasing the pleasure while the other hand went to her pussy which felt as though she was leaking down her leg. She didn't know how sensitive she was there and her hand reignited the already burning pleasure she was feeling. John left knowing she would spend the next several hours learning her limits and how not to over stimulate herself. ................................ Returning to the cafeteria at the prescribed time, Rachel saw Erica close and lock her register. Erica smiled as she saw Rachel walked into the dining room, picking up her purse and brown bag lunch she strolled the short distance to meet her. She looked over the short fat white nurse and couldn't imagine what she wanted her advice on. They had been cordial but hadn't ever spoken much other than an occasional greeting in passing. "Hi," Rachel greeted her a little nervously, "brown bagging it, I'd thought you'd eat here for free?" "I wish," Erica said. "But that benefit seemed to go away with the new ownership." She took a seat and Rachel followed. Opening her bag she pulled out a sandwich and a apple, "What's on your mind?" By now the cafeteria was about one quarter filled and Erica had taken a seat in the back where there weren't many people around so they could have a more private conversation. Rachel nervously beat around the bush and after five minutes, Erica still hadn't any idea of what the woman wanted. Finally she asked in a more forceful tone. "Rachel, what is it you want?" There was no escape now and she was like a drug addict going through withdrawal, so she asked. "Erica, I know that you like women, and I was hoping that you would let me eat your pussy." Erica was a large woman, standing about 6'2" tall and although she was a little heavy, she was well proportioned, not fat, just big. She was also very black, not coco brown, but black like coffee. She had a very pretty face, when she smiled, and that was quite often, and her large eyes smiled, too. She possessed thick puffy red lips and a prominent nose with a small stud piercing it. Her hair was kinky but she wore in a way that seemed to enhance her beauty. Hearing Candace's request she let it hang in the air for what seemed like several minutes to Rachel, it seemed to echo, and she was sure everyone in the cafeteria heard. Watching Rachel carefully, and after considering several replies, including, "Who put you up to this," but instead she asked. "Are you any good?" Rachel finally exhaled, she couldn't believe that the woman was even considering letting her do this. "Oh, pretty good, but I am a little new at it. But I am a fast learner." "Why me," Erica asked. Rachel explained that she didn't really understand why, but that she just knew that if she didn't eat someone's pussy in the next hour, she'd good mad. Erica shrugged. She really didn't expect a straight answer, but perhaps she could use this to her advantage. She told Rachel that she knew that she had influence at this hospital and she needed a better job, one outside of the cafeteria, perhaps one with a career path, if she promised to use her influence than she would agree, but she better be good at it. At this point Rachel would agree to just about anything and Erica figured that out, too. So, she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "If you don't keep your end of the bargain, I will fuck you up and I don't mean with my strap-on." Rachel knew what she meant, it scared her. There was no doubt in the plump middle aged woman's mind that she could follow through on the threat. But she agreed. She was far too desperate now and the hope that she would soon have the relief she sought pushed her harder, she would have signed over her house if it meant satisfying the craving. Erica looked at her watch; she still had thirty minutes left on her break and told Rachel to lead the way. Rachel led Erica to the doctors' lounge, where the "on call" doctors would sleep or try to rest during their long shifts. No one was around and the two women quietly slipped in to one of the open rooms. It was pretty small; the bunk beds didn't leave much space for anything except for a chair. As soon as they were inside Rachel began pulling at Erica's clothing. She was more than ready. Erica stopped her and bent down taking Rachel's mouth with her own. They kissed while they both began resumed shedding clothing. Putting her clothing on the chair Rachel's heart was racing as she turned to see the large naked black woman reclining on the bottom bunk bed legs spread revealing the first black pussy she'd ever seen. She had a narrow black landing strip closely cropped and the prettiest pussy she thought she'd ever seen, large black lips closed together and protruding outward. Her mouth was watering. She moved closer and using her hands spread her lips gentle and began licking the juices. She was startled by the contrast of colors. She gazed into her pussy almost hypnotized by the jet black lips parting to reveal the deepest bright red imaginable. It was beautiful, her minor lips were almost bubbling juice and her clit only partially covered by its hood was the even redder, if that was possible. Rachel leaned in, extending her small tongue and took a few tentative licks, then began devouring Erica's pussy like it would be the last one she'd ever see. As she began to get Erica's blood to boil, she grabbed one of the woman's large black tits and pulled it to her mouth and sucked the thick nipple into her mouth. Rachel wished she had two mouths, she loved the tit she was nursing on, but she needed to get back to attend to that wonderful pussy. Rachel wasn't her type. But, she couldn't remember getting this excited so quickly. She rarely been with anyone as old as Rachel, nor as pale. Although she was very much overweight, Erica was surprised it wasn't a turn off. As she looked beyond Rachel's bobbing blonde head as she continued to work her magic on her clit, she was confused by the upside down tattoo displaying Rachel's. She thought that Rachel was new to this maybe that was wrong. Or maybe she was just a little kinky. Something didn't make sense, but before she could reason it out Rachel's talented tongue had Erica on the brink of a strong climax. She grabbed Rachel by the head and steered her to the best spot and Rachel did the rest. Erica grinded her pussy into Rachel's mouth and began a low passionate scream. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face and muffled what would have been a cry to wake the dead. This middle aged white woman did know her way around a quim. With Erica's climax, Rachel was now freed from the strong desire to perform culliningus and her wits were quickly returning. Rachel was shocked by what she had done. The taste lay heavy in her mouth, and although she was appalled by her actions her first thoughts were how different Erica tasted from Candace. Just as that thought was complete, she felt herself being pulled up and on top the larger woman and she shoved the large fat nipple of her left tit into her mouth. This was great; Rachel loved sucking tits, although she didn't know when that had happened. Nevertheless, she proved it as she nursed on one than the other of Erica's large black breasts. Erica was deeply enjoying the attention and sitting up she cradled Rachel and bent to kissing the woman, first with a series of small pecks and later bring their mouths together for a long sensual kiss. The kiss caused Rachel's pussy to leak. She was very excited and realized that she hadn't yet come, but that wasn't the plan. Erica realized this too. It would be difficult to get through the rest of the day Rachel thought if she didn't have at least a small orgasm. But, it was getting late and surely she would be missed by now. A Gift From His Father Ch. 11 "You know, girlfriend, you taste so good, I wasn't going to do this, but since you did such a good job on me, I think I should return the favor." Before Rachel could react she found herself spun around her pussy spread over Erica's face, her feet dangling in the air and once again staring into the beautiful dark red flower of Erica's pussy. Erica found Rachel's pierced clit and proved she knew what to do with such aids. It wasn't long before she had Rachel hitting a high C note despite the pillow she buried her face in. When it was all over they were both satisfied and in need of a shower. Erica looked at her watch and gasped, it had been well over an hour and she would be reprimanded or fired. As soon as they were clothed again, she pulled Rachel close and told her that she must keep her promise, and it was very likely that she may not have a job to go back to. Rachel agreed as she looked up at the larger woman, realizing that she could easily make her regret the whole thing. Erica pulled a card from her purse and handed it to Rachel. It was Erica's address and contact information. She said. "Be here at 9 PM tonight, we need to have another go at this. I am eager to try a little more of that ass." Rachel was taken back. "Ugh...I don't know, I have plans..." she began to look for and escape. "Wait, you're my bitch now. Be there at 9." Rachel knew she had no choice. ................................... He had a busy day planned. His first stop was back at his old high school. He arrived just in time to see Amanda Greene, his former teacher exiting her car and walking to the teachers' lounge. He called out to her and hearing her name turned to see him running her way. She smiled and waited for him to catch up. Although he had spoken to her classes on now three occasions they hadn't had time to talk. He asked her how things were going; she talked about school and her classes. John reached into her mind, and told her that she was accustomed to sharing intimate thoughts with him and that he was her trusted friend. She blushed and pulled him to the side and told her how her husband had suddenly left his mistress and had been killing himself trying to make it up to her. Sex with him had never been better. He's been a sexual dynamo, doing things she only imagined him doing to her. He was even dieting and exercising to make sure he can keep up with her. She hadn't been this happy in years. John told her that it made perfect sense to him; she was a beautiful woman and deserved that kind of attention from him. They talked for a few more minutes before she had to go. John told her he would be in touch and they parted ways. On the way back to his car, he heard the thoughts of a geeky awkward looking girl sitting alone by herself. She was wearing baggy clothes and feeling miserable about herself. Although in her junior year she still had the figure of a boy and was teased merciless by the other girls. She had no friends and she was toying with thoughts of killing herself. She was considering what kind of sleeping pills would work best. Stopping nearby, and reaching down to tie his shoe, John calmed her mind and commanded her to be still. He used his x-ray vision to see beneath her clothes, He noticed that she didn't wear a bra; she didn't need one only having large red nipples that she easily hid. John closed his eyes and imagined her with larger breasts; he was thinking something in the "C" cup range and as he opened his eyes as he watched her chest expand. He had her stand, take out her cell phone, pretending to be on a call. She was making incoherent noises as her body grew. He swelled her ass some and then some more, making certain that she had just enough. He strengthened her back muscles, while planting the desire to join some school clubs. The he told her to confide in a teacher, counselor or friend if she ever felt depressed and that they would help her to feel better. He took one more look at her and noticed that her panties were too tight, so he made them fit her comfortably, he knew little about bras, so decided not to wrap her in one. Since she was dressed in baggy clothes, he was sure she'd be able to pull it off. He looked her over once more; he fought the urge and then gave in and sculpted her pubic hair into a small neat landing strip. He was pleased with his work. Returning to normal sight, he noticed that her clothes fit her more exact and she'd have to be a little careful walking because she would definitely be bouncing all over. She would need a new wardrobe so she planted a seed to visit Cindy's boutique. Finally, he pushed the thought that this was a natural occurrence for a late bloomer like herself, and she shouldn't be concerned about it, but enjoy her new assets. "Nicely done, son," his father said, as John guided his vehicle to his next stop. "Cindy is building quite a clientele, with all the customers you are sending her way. I like her, are you planning on checking in on how your buddy Mark is handling the books? Poor woman was killing herself trying to keep up with all the new business." "Thanks, dad," John replied, "I didn't overdo it with the breasts, did I?" I have a tendency to go with what I like. And I am becoming a freak over grooming pubic hair. What's that all about? A trip to the boutique is on today's agenda, after I stop at the bank to see Tammy." "Are you going to recruit her? I think she'd make a good agent. And no I think you did a good job with that young lady back there. You are definitely your father's son. I might have stopped at a D cup myself, and I had a tendency to prefer my woman with bald pussies. I was a freak, as you say." The two chatted together for several minutes mostly about the way John had been handling every new situation. His father was proud, some people would have been overwhelmed with the temptation to play god and be seen wielding their power. But John clearly understood what was at stake and after his brief stay in the limbo within the ring; he couldn't imagine having to spend eternity there. Instead of meeting Tammy at the bank, John thought it would be better to meet her at the "Cup of Joe" across the street. When he called her to ask if she could get away, Tammy didn't hesitate and simply asked when. Entering the coffee house Tammy seemed to know exactly where to find John; well that's not exactly what happened. She didn't know but her feet seemed to know where to go. He was in the back at a windowed booth. He stood and kissed gently on the lips, as she pulled him closer as her mind wandered back to their last meeting and she began to grow moist between her legs in anticipation of what today's meeting may bring. Realizing that they were in a public place, John broke the kiss after the smallest of tongue play, which had already had taken Tammy's breathe away. One of the waitresses, Karen Miller was watching from her station. She had been preparing for the lunch crowd up looked up in time to see their intimate exchange. She imagined herself on the receiving end of that passionate kiss. Closing her eyes, she began a fantasy of how they met and where they were going until her supervisor dropped of a tray full of sugar, salt and pepper containers requiring her attention and rudely interrupting her daydream. The older women then asked if she was going to take their order or continue to stare at them. John ordered coffee for both of them and two cinnamon scones. Tammy was amazed, how did he know she liked cinnamon scones. Karen Miller watched with fascination at the reaction of the woman, she was in love, but the man, who didn't look much older than her seem unaware of her immense devotion. She took the order and looked at the man, their eyes met and she seemed to get lost in those eyes. It wasn't a hard stare but one of interest and it seemed that at that moment he knew everything there was to know about her. After a moment she was able to shake herself free, the woman was staring at her and she felt as if she had just awaken from a dream. She blinked and relying on her waitressing skills asked if there was anything else, hoping to cover for her zoning out. There wasn't anything more so she hurried off to fill their order. Tammy too, realized that something had passed between John and the waitress, but decided to let it pass. She knew that John wasn't going to be tied to just one woman, so she would simply enjoy the time he was willing to give her. Karen arrived with the coffee and scones in record time, steam was rising from both and she warned them that they were hot as she left a bit of honey behind, in case they wanted that too. As she left she felt that the man was still watching her looking her over and judging her appearance and pose. Using the reflection off one of the glass partitions she could see it was just her imagination as he and his lady friend were engaged in serious conversation. She was disappointed as she hoped that he was admiring her ass, some had told her that it was her best feature. She went back to filling salt and pepper shakers, but would keep an eye out should they need anything else. The small talk out of the way, John was ready to tell Tammy why he wanted to see her. He knew she was ready to leave the bank, bored with the routine and seeing no real future for herself there, having no real background in finance. He thanked her again for her helping get rid of Mr. Adams. "Tammy, I want to offer you a job," he said. "It isn't the type of job that you've been in before, but I believe you have the skills to be quite good at it." "Great," Tammy replied, "What is it?" John loved this part, it seemed that every woman he's asked so far has the same reaction, and if he read Tammy correctly she would be no different. He decided to change his approach, to see if he got a different reaction. "Tammy, I want you to have sex with as many people as you can and I will pay you handsomely to do that." Tammy knew that John had inherited a few million from his father's estate. She also knew that he made a few smart investments recently that had more than tripled his original windfall. So, he could in fact afford to throw some money around. So she asked, "What's in it for you?" "Good question," He said, pleased that she didn't get upset or misconstrue his intentions. Most women jump to the conclusion that he wants them to be a whore for him. He continued, "I need the sexual energy that you will produce, it will power my ring and keep me strong." Tammy thought about his response for a minute. "We'll I didn't see that one coming." So, she shrugged and decided to handle this situation as a real job offer and continue to learn what she could. "Hmmm, what are the fringe benefits and what's the pay?" John was pleased by her composure. He knew he liked Tammy the first time he laid eyes on her, before he changed her from the overweight receptionist that couldn't lose any of the weight no matter how she tried, and was the butt of all the office jokes. He marveled at how confident she'd become and why not, she was a bright and beautiful financial assistant that turned heads where ever she went. "The benefits are plentiful," John said. He explained that the first year he would support her to the tune of the high $80s, but after that she would be responsible for earning her own keep. She was free to work part-time or full time, she would set her own hours, and she was simply responsible for collecting her quota of sexual energy. She could do it by participating or simply being in the vicinity of where the energy could be collected. She was free to, go to school, travel, everything but marry. She would be cured of any and all disease in her body and immune to all sexual transmitted diseases. She would live a long life and would likely become wealthy in the process, as she would also acquire limited mind control powers. Tammy waited for him to finish and blinked a few times as she processed all that he had said. She knew that John had some special abilities, she didn't know how she knew this, and she trusted him. But all this was impossible. He didn't want to tell her about his ring and that it was powered by sexually energy, he was attempting a new approach. If it didn't work he could simply erase the memory and begin again. Calling to mind all she knew about John Smith and recalling the incredible sex they had shared, particularly the random spontaneous orgasm he seemed to produce in her, she was beginning to believe that anything was possible, however she still had doubts. But she was intrigued by the offer to have endless no risks sex. She asked, "What would happen if I became pregnant?" Another good question, John hadn't thought that far. He didn't want to deny any of them the gift of motherhood, but that would put them out of commission for a while. Still other employers dealt with pregnancies all the time. So he decided to create policy. "I would expect that you would take measures to reduce if not eliminate the possibility of becoming pregnant. However, when the time is right and you have a replacement, it shouldn't be a problem. Accidental pregnancy will not be tolerated." Tammy had many more questions and John answered them all until she had no more. Then he had a few for her. "Since this job means having lots of sex, have you ever had sex with another woman? Is this something that you could see yourself doing? What about having sex with more than one person at the same time, have you ever done that?" John could easily pull the answers from her mind, but he wanted to continue the interviewing process. He already knew that she would take the job. Tammy confessed that she had never had sex with another woman, and the thought didn't turn her off, she simply never considered it. When John was satisfied that she had asked enough questions, he asked her if she wanted the job. He wasn't surprised when she said that she did and asked when she would start. "Right now," John said. "You won't be going back to the bank. I will take care of that for you." He gestured to their waitress, who seemed to be taking forever to fill the sugar shakers. She came over and stood before him. She was rather plain, standing about 5'4", maybe a little heavy for her height and dishwater blonde, hair tied in a bun. Nice ass, but small tits, a cute face when she smiled. "Karen, I want you to go to the hotel next door and get us a room, tell them it is for John Smith, I want you to be waiting for us when we arrive, feel free to take a quick shower and be naked sitting on the bed when we arrive. Oh and take off your panties and give them to me." Karen was stunned, but didn't react as she wanted to. She thought she would toss the glass of cold water in his face and stomp off. Instead, she lingered as if consider her options. Finally she spoke, as if just now thinking of the right response. "And why would I do that?" She looked at him, trying to show him her disgust for him and his ridiculous idea. "Oh," John said, slapping his face with is hand feigning mock surprise. "I forgot. Please, Karen, do what I asked." "All right then," she said with a smile as she turned removing her apron and tossing it on a nearby empty chair, shimmed out of her panties and handed them to John, who casually accepted them. Karen smiled pivoted and walking out the door to the hotel. Tammy was in awe. "Mind control," she asked as she watched the young woman walk away realizing that she would be seeing her naked very soon and probably engaging her in one or more sex acts. "That was amazing." John smiled. "Want to see something more amazing," he asked. Tammy nodded, not sure what to expect. "I want your panties, too hand them to me," he said. She blushed deeply. Seeming to fight the urge to comply, then realized that she would have done it without him controlling her mind. She thought about going to the restroom, then shrugged and reached under her pencil skirt and was shocked to find that they were missing. She didn't have her panties. How could that be? She had worn the new leopard lace thong she had gotten from Cindy's boutique last week. She put them on intentionally under the premonition that she might see John today. This was confusing; she pulled up her skirt to her waist and looked down only to see her white legs and her closely cut blonde landing strip and her inviting pussy. She was beginning to panic as she mentally retraced her steps until John interrupted her. "Are you looking for these?" He asked twirling the under garment on his index finger, paused to inhale their strong musk. Tammy was about to question him when he slid out the booth and asked if she was ready to go. She slipped out of the booth pulling her skirt back down and followed him to the register where he paid for their coffee and scone and informed the woman that Karen wouldn't be back and they should call in a replacement. As they walked the short distance to the hotel, Tammy shuddered when a strong breeze passed under her skirt causing a chill on her moist pussy. She didn't know what John had in mind, but she knew she wouldn't regret this decision. .................................................. Driving her Volvo through the streets of southeast Mountain View in a part of town she had heard about but never visited made Rachel nervous. It was the rougher part of the small northern California city and not a place that she would have normally been incline to visit, but she had little choice in the matter. Erica told her to be there at 9 and she wasn't going to disappoint. She was afraid that the large woman would follow through on her threat. Was she really going to be Erica's bitch now? No, she owed Erica a debt; she would pay it and be done with this whole mess. She'd already called in a favor and had gotten Erica a better paying job as an orderly working in operating rooms, the job description read: "maintaining the ORs in a neat, orderly and sanitary condition by performing a variety of environmental services including cleaning/servicing building area and moving furniture, equipment and supplies. And patient assistance in a safe manner and strong interpersonal skills required..." It was a perfect job for Erica, Rachel thought, as big and strong as she was she would quickly excel and Rachel would be off the hook. The streets were dark and it was hard to read the addresses, but her GPS told her that she had arrived. She parked on the street, but before she got out of the car, Erica knocked on the passenger side window startling her and told her she should park deep in her driveway if she wanted the car to be there when she let her go home. Rachel did as she was told. There were bars on the windows and a heavy metal front door. The exterior of the house needed work, but Rachel was surprised to find the interior to be warm and adorn with modest but nice furnishing and much cleaner than she expected. In fact the place was immaculate. Erica led her into the den and offered her a Seagram's wildberry wine cooler. Rachel accepted the bottled beverage, but didn't seem to know what to do with it, so Erica took it from her and twisted the cap and returned the bottle. She opened her own and extended the neck to Rachel's in a toast and took a long gulp. Rachel followed her example and took a long drink to find the taste surprisingly better than she thought it would be. After a couple more long drinks, Erica put her bottle down and crossed the room in two long strides where Rachel had sat on the black leather sofa. Towering over the older woman, she pulled her up and said. "Let's have a look at you." Bringing Rachel to her feet, she twirled her around to assess her new toy. Rachel had changed into evening clothes and looked as if she were headed to the PTA instead of a rendezvous with a new lesbian lover. A Gift From His Father Ch. 11 Erica removed Rachel's modest blouse and saw the padded bra covering her small tits. "Much better," she breathed. Now why don't you remove those pants and make yourself more comfortable. Rachel complied, pulling off her slacks, folding them and putting them on her discarded blouse. She now stood in her flats, granny panties and bra. "Keep going," Erica said, "No one told you to stop." Standing naked in the middle of Erica's den, Rachel was trying to decide what to do with her hands as Erica looked her over trying to decide what she was going to do next to the woman. She turned her around and eying the tattoos on her back, but stopped when she saw the one she missed on her ass. "You little slut," She said, "You've been holding out on me, haven't you. Why you are a little tramp or should I just call you a Nurse Bimbo?" Rachel didn't understand what she was talking about. Erica laughed and told her she had it tattooed on her ass in two inch bold red letters. Rachel tried to see, but couldn't so Erica backed her up to the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door and there is was "BIMBO". Now she remembered finding it and crying over it. But she still didn't remember getting any of the tattoos, but it must have been at the same time as the other accessories. "Nice piercings, looks like Dallas' work, am I right?" Erica asked. "I don't know, I don't remember getting them done," Rachel said, still looking over her shoulder looking at the tattoo. She didn't mind the others, but this one would be hard to live with. "Well time to get going," Erica said. When Rachel turned back around she found the large black woman as naked as herself. She was tall and pretty muscular; she had a short trimmed landing strip of hair above her slit and two very large breasts sticking out from her chest defying gravity. Her large areolas were capped with two large half inch ripe nipples. Rachel had seen all of that earlier in the day, but in these less confined space she looked even more impressive. Erica sat down in her black leather couch and called Rachel with her curling index finger, spreading her legs wide. "Come along Nurse Bimbo," she said. "I am ready for you to eat my snatch again." Rachel seemed to be salivating, she love to eat pussy. She took a few steps and bent to her knees, with her hands she opened Erica's flowering pussy wide once more and was again smitten by the contrast of her dark black skin and the bright red of her juicy pussy. She wasted no time tasting the sweet nectar, which caused Erica to moan, much louder than she did back at the hospital. Rachel was becoming very good at eating cunt and it wasn't long before she had Erica screaming at the top of her lungs as he surrendered to a strong climax. Catching her breathe Erica spun Rachel around like a rag doll until they were in a classic 69 and she began to taste the older woman's wet pussy. Rachel felt her eyes roll back in her head as Erica quickly hit all her favorite places. She tried to reciprocate, but her panting prevented her from being able to do much and she came in several quick strong orgasms. Without warning she felt a thick hard something sliding into her wet hole. It was long and filled her completely. She screamed as she unexpectedly as the large cock like object split her in two. Erica didn't pay much attention to her as she slowly pushed the giant black dildo in and out of Rachel's pussy. In a series of mini orgasms Rachel twitched and shuddered unaware that Erica had left the room until she returned and had a twelve inch black cock attached to her groin. It was frightening. Rachel was too slow to protest as Erica pulled her by her feet and spread her wide as she mounted the poor woman. Once again, Rachel was filled beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible. And to her surprise and delight she loved it, every inch. She squealed with joy and Erica continued to pound that monster in and out of her. She was dizzy as one after another she climaxed until she passed out from the incredible amount of pleasure, more than she ever thought possible. When Rachel woke up she saw Erica changing tools to one that wasn't nearly as long or as thick. She stroked it a few times and then told Rachel she was about to take her cherry ass. She watched in silent horror as Erica greased it up with some sort of lube. Before she could say a word she was screaming with delight again as Erica pumped into her ass with long hard thrust. Rachel quickly learned she enjoyed anal sex as much and virginal sex. This went on well into the morning, Erica fucking Rachel, Rachel eating Erica, a break for a wine cooler and a joint and more fucking. Rachel woke with the sun shining in her eyes. She found herself in bed with Erica and dog collar around her neck, a dildo in her ass and entangle in the arms of the large black woman. She winced sitting up and sliding out of Erica's embrace, she was sore, hung over and hungry. Getting to her feet she retraced her steps and found all her clothes, except her granny panties, which Erica had altered with a pair of scissors and weren't worth retrieving. After getting herself together as best she could, she let a note for Erica, thanking her for the night and explaining that the new job was waiting for her. She left the number to call telling her to ask for Denise in HR for her starting time. Rachel climbed into her car and found it painful to sit, but backed out of the drive way and returned back through the neighborhood she had driven through the previous night. She surprise how less scary it was during the day and how normal it now appeared. .................................................... Karen was naked. She had just gotten out of the shower. She knew that, her hair was still wet. She was in a hotel room, sitting on the bed waiting. But waiting for what, she didn't know. Or why she hadn't bothered to put her clothes on. She didn't have any change of clothing. What was going on? She thought about getting up, dressing and leaving, but her limbs wouldn't respond. Just as she was about to panic she heard voices and the door opened. The man and woman from the coffee shop entered and although they looked in her direction they didn't say anything or seemed to be surprised to see her. The man helped the woman out of her clothes and walked her over to the bed. She was pretty. She had a beautiful body, something from a men's magazine, she thought. The man looked deep into her eyes for a minute and then she scooted back on the bed and spread her legs. Why was she doing this? She wasn't into women. Then she felt her pussy get moist, very moist. She looked at the woman's face and knew where this was going. Why was she so excited? The woman crawled up the bed, looked at her and licked her lips. ............................. To be continued A Gift From His Father Ch. 12 Karen Miller found herself in circumstances she would never have guessed she'd ever be in. She was lying naked on top of a large king size bed as an anonymous woman was crawling between her eagerly spreading legs. She wasn't gay or even bi-sexual, at least not before she arrive in this hotel room, but yet this beautiful woman reeking sexual desire was on top of her and she knew that she would refuse her nothing. She was so totally captivated by her, and almost forgot the man the woman came in with until he step forward stopping at the foot of the bed to observe. Dreamily she remembered serving them at the coffee shop, the woman seemed to be head over heels in love with the man, she could see this. But apparently their relationship wasn't exclusive. She surprised herself, why wasn't she dressed and running down the halls? Instead she was hot, hot for this mysterious woman. She had never craved a woman before, is that how one become gay? But she was craving intimacy with the man, too. This wasn't at all like her, and right now she didn't care. The woman's face was so near her own now that she could feel her breath and smell her aromatic perfume. The woman tilted her head slightly and leaned down near Karen and as their lips met and opened she didn't resist. Her legs spread wider as she felt the moistness of the woman on her skin. The kiss continued as their tongues danced and intertwined. Karen didn't know kissing could be so passionate, she was losing herself. The woman withdrew and she smiled, her lips found one of Karen's small pointed nipples and took it in her mouth and Karen swooned. She played with it roughly, but it was just the way Karen wanted it. Her passion increased another notch and her pussy was itching for some attention. As if reading her mind, the woman backed off a little and brought her face between Karen's legs. Although she couldn't see, Karen knew that her pussy was completely exposed and her clitoris was throbbing as it peaked from beneath its hood. When the woman licked her pussy, Karen thought she would die from the pleasure. She closed her legs slightly from reflex feeling the woman's ears and hair on the inside of her thighs increasing the pleasurable feelings. The woman licked away for a while before finding the areas that Karen really enjoyed; once she found them she focused all her attention there. How did she know? Karen felt herself boiling; she was so close to a very strong orgasm. As the woman continued pushing Karen to the very edge, she was screaming in her head, "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop!" And then the groundswell of pleasure broke and Karen heard someone scream only later to realize that it was her, "Nnnnnaaaagggghhhhh." She was panting now holding on to the woman's head as she sucked up her juices like a vacuum, until Karen screamed out again as a second flood overwhelmed her, smaller but not by much and the woman continued as if drinking from her cunt was the waters of life. Finally when she thought she couldn't endure much more the woman backed off and laid down next to her as both panting like they'd just run a marathon. Karen was a little scared, but the pleasure that she had just experienced told her that this couple wasn't interested in hurting her, unless killing her by climaxing over and over again was lethal, and at this point Karen wasn't sure. Her still hazy thoughts did little to explain why she was here waiting for them in this hotel room and who are they. Sensing her confusion, John offered. "My name is John Smith and this is my newest employee, Tammy Bowen. You served us at the coffee shop, remember?" It was beginning to come back to her, now. "You asked me to come over here and get your room..." She turned a bright crimson red. "...and asked me to shower and wait here for you." She didn't bother to finish stating the obvious. "I don't know why I let you do that to me," she said, "turning to Tammy and then back to John. "I am not into woman." John smiled. "Is that right?" Karen felt something change and she felt a flash of heat radiate though out her body, the realization that Tammy was naked and lying next to her was overpowering. She moved a strand of hair from her face and looked at Tammy. The look was much different, and Tammy knew it, she could see deep lust in her eyes. Karen turned, moving her body towards Tammy and brought her mouth to the blonde's, capturing her lips with her own. Their tongues were dancing and exploring each other's mouths again. Tammy couldn't believe what John was doing, it was him doing this. The poor waitress just said that she wasn't into woman and now she had initiated this passionate kiss, it was enough to turn her away from men completely. Karen broke the kiss and began planting small kisses along Tammy's body as she worked her way south. Karen spent a few moments praising Tammy's striking breast, licking each nipple and then pulling it into her mouth until each one stood hard and erect. She descended further until Tammy's juicy pussy laid open waiting for her. She lapped at it tentatively, knowing this was her first time and as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted dove in enthusiastically licking and sucking as if she'd never get enough of the sweet nectar. For being a novice Karen was impressive. Tammy found herself rapidly approaching a climax, gasping and pulling at her still damp nipples as she was building to a very strong orgasm. John watched as Karen held Tammy's legs wide as she buried her face into the other's pussy. Tammy was making small mewing sounds which John knew meant that she was seconds from a satisfying release. "Nnnnngghhhhhhhhh.....Ahhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeee!" Tammy exploded as she grabbed the young woman's head and guided her to the last few places that needed her attention. Lapping up the Tammy's remaining juices, Karen found herself becoming more aroused and felt compelled to lightly touch herself. It was more than she could bare and she too exploded in a satisfying release of sexual energy. The two woman laid closer together this time, their fingers leisurely exploring each other's body as they laid on their backs looking at John who was sporting a large bulge in his trousers. "For someone who isn't interested in women, Karen, you seemed to make Tammy pretty happy." Karen continued to blush and said in her defense, "I just don't know what came over me. I got so turned on knowing that Tammy was lying naked next to me, I just couldn't control myself." Tammy consoled Karen by turning her head and kissing the young woman, gently on the lips as they cuddled and said, "That was fine with me, I had never experienced anything like that before." Turning to Karen, she confessed that it was her first time with another woman, too. "How do you feel about sharing?" John asked Karen. "Do you mean you and me or you and Tammy?" the native young woman asked. "I mean a threesome, you me and Tammy." John said as he watched Karen closely. She seemed to be thinking about it for a while. She had never had a threesome, she had never been with a woman before and she was normally very shy. She wouldn't even shower with the other girls after sports in high school, but that was then. She felt so comfortable with these strangers, as if all her inhibitions were gone. She had only been with two other guys before; neither had her even close to the excitement that she had felt in the last 30 minutes. She looked back at John, and then her gaze fell to the monster lurking inside his pants. She had to admit that it looked huge, her other boyfriends didn't come close to measuring up, and she was curious. "I don't know, you look pretty big, I don't think I could take something that large in me." "Are you sure, you wouldn't want to see it up close first," John asked. Again, something changed. Karen felt it, but she didn't know what had changed until she looked back at John. "Why are you still dressed?" She asked. "Let's have a look at the monster." Tammy couldn't help giggling as she watched Karen reverse herself again. John slowly began to take off his shirt, apparently he wasn't moving fast enough as Karen leaped up from the bed where she and Tammy had been cuddling and grabbed John's belt in order to help him out of his pants. As Karen tugged down on the slacks John's huge cock sprang forward and slapped her on her cheek. "Whoa, that's a big cock," Karen said as she releasing John's pants and grabbing the cock with both hands. She could barely wrap her fingers around it, but that didn't stop her from licking it up and down and trying to suck it into her mouth, succeeding only in getting the helmet like head inside. "Hey," cried Tammy, "that's mine." She had almost forgotten how much she had been looking forward to getting John to slide his big muscle in and out of her and now Karen was making her have to wait. She quickly joined Karen and together they gave John's cock a good cleaning. While the women were busy, John removed the rest of his clothing in his favorite manner, simply making them disappear. That being done he took one in each arm and pulled them down on top of him as he fell into the bed. Tammy won the battle for his cock while Karen allowed him to puller her wet pussy on to his face. Tammy gently lowered herself onto John's enormous cock, enjoying the feeling of just getting the large cock into her tunnel once again. She sighed at the marvelous feeling, knowing too that this was John's favorite part. Slowly she continued to lower herself, fighting the urge to simply let gravity do its job and ram the rod as far as it would go into her womb. Painstakingly she continued enjoying the feeling and knowing how much John would be enjoying the slow torture. Meanwhile, it took all of John concentration to extend his tongue and lightly touch the dew drops hanging from Karen's pussy. Finally, being far too excited he pulled her by her thigh nesting his mouth on her snatch and began licking in earnest. He curled his tongue and extended it as far as he could into Karen's little hole. He toyed with her clit and soon had her moaning with delight. Finally landing with John's cock deep within her Tammy squirmed around making certain that there wasn't a fraction of an inch left that she hadn't consumed. Satisfied she slowly began to lift off him in the same slow tormenting manner in which she had begun. Upon reaching the top she lifted almost completely off, only the tip of John's cock still within her. That was enough to get John's full attention and with a single hand on her thigh gave Tammy the recognition she was searching for and she plunged herself down quickly causing her to shriek with pleasure. From that point forward she began to ride John like a cowgirl trying to tame a bronco, as each thrust causing her more and more pleasure. John knew where this was headed and Karen was getting pretty close, as he used his fingers and tongue on her clit. He sensed both of the women were on the edge and needed only a slight push more he timed his mental nudge to have them all come at the same time. It was glorious. Karen screamed and flooded John with enough juice to drown the average man, but John was far more than average, he drank up her juices as easily as the released sexual energy was absorbed by his ring. Tammy's scream was closer to that of an alto and was just below the soprano range that Karen had just demonstrated. John mentally simulated Tammy's clitoris and she was bouncing so much she nearly fell off and then grinded herself back and forth against John's hardness while screaming and panting. For his part, John emptied a huge load into Tammy and enjoyed her gripping and releasing him with her inner muscles. John didn't rest long; he had Karen eat his cum out of Tammy's pussy while he fucked her doggy style. Karen was really getting into it, she was beginning to really enjoy the taste of Tammy's pussy and marveled at how much John's cum seemed to taste like butterscotch. But she didn't have time to ponder this long as she was enthralled by John's amazing cock. It was large and she was completely filled, but more than that she felt so satisfied and with each stroke it got better until she was experiencing multiple orgasms, something she had heard of but never knew she was capable. Enjoying Karen's tongue Tammy played with her small breast and perky nipples as she watched John send Karen into uncharted territory. They both came several times again, before John let loose another salvo Tammy bent herself forward she move Karen into a sixty-nine, as she hunted for John's cum. The two women seemed to be in no hurry to leave each other as they leisurely licked each other until they finally tired and drifted off for a short nap, still between each other's legs. That left John a few minutes to contemplate what to do with Karen. She seemed to be a good candidate for an agent, but she was pretty young. He didn't want to commit her to this life if she could succeed in other ventures. He knew she was all alone in Mountain View, worked a dead-end job, and had only a few friends whom she could rely upon. She had no family remaining, having recently lost her mother to breast cancer. He could bring her along slowly, he thought, perhaps having her replace Tammy at the bank. He could make a few physical changes and keep an eye on her. That was a good plan, he thought. His observations would tell him if she was suited for the life of an agent. Checking his watch, John realized it was getting late and he promised Candace to help her with Rachel. He still needed to convert Tammy into an agent and give Karen a makeover, so he gently shook Tammy from her nap with a mental tap, telling her it was time to convert her but that we'd let Karen sleep a little longer. Tammy stood before John who was now seated in the center of the small couch still naked his semi flaccid cock hanging down between his muscular thighs. Tammy found herself wanting to kneel before him and wake the sleeping giant. But John had other ideas. He asked her to turn around slowly as he looked her over. He admired his work; she didn't need any enhancements that he could see. He asked her how she felt. She responded by telling him she been feeling great since losing all the weight and with his alterations she'd become pretty popular. John nodded and did a light mind probe, then scanned her body for signs of disease or infections. Satisfied he had her approach him and asked her again if she wished to be one of his agents, she could still refuse. Tammy declined saying that she couldn't think of anything else she'd rather do and the benefits alone were worth any sacrifice. John accepted her rationale and explained that he would install her diamond on her labia and that Elizabeth would be by to train her later tonight. Stepping closer John inserted his ring finger into her wet pussy, causing Tammy to shudder as she was still sensitive. Nevertheless, John ignored it and placing his thumb where he wanted the stud, he closed his eyes and when he removed his hand she had a beautiful diamond stud decorating her pussy. He then cured her of all diseases that had yet to manifest themselves and gave her limited mind control powers. Tammy noticed a warm pleasant feeling in her pussy, nipples and anus, she asked John what he had done. He explained that it was another bonus of being an agent, he heighted her sensitivity in those areas and there would be no way she'd ever not enjoy sex. Tammy raised an eyebrow and looked down at her erect nipples sticking out from her large gravity defying breasts and reached up using her index finger and thumb squeezed. "Oooohhhhh myy Goooodddd," Tammy cried out falling to her knees as her legs gave out. "Oooohhhh that feels sssoooo good," this time caressing her larger tits, trying not to over stimulate herself. John smiled and asked her to join him on the couch. She walked over quickly reluctant to take her hands from her breasts. John explained his plans for Karen and that he wanted her input with her makeover, telling her in a sense Karen would be her tutee. Tammy was very excited; it would be like having a little sister she said. John woke Karen like he did Tammy, by thought and had her stand before them in the living room part of their suite. Much as he did with Tammy he had her slowly turn around so that he could assess her body. She stood about five feet four inches tall, was a little on the thin side, but had a bit of a tummy developing, causing her belly button to become an "outy". She had a few scars on her skinny calves which lacked any muscular definition. She had a nice ass on top of meaty thighs that met to form a nice little pussy covered by a closely cropped full bush of light brown hair. She had smallish tits and little rock hard nipples. She had a cute face, when she smiled, but all in all Karen Miller was rather plain. John did a quick probe and learned that Karen was envious of other women who seemed to have been blessed with more curves and she would kill to have a few more. Before Karen could ask what he was doing, looking past him she watched Tammy biting her lip as she played with her nipples. John didn't answer but looked as though he was memorizing her body for a test. John then announced that Karen would be replacing Tammy at the bank, but she would first need a makeover and if she would trust him he would do it right now. She was about to ask him what he meant about a makeover, when John pushed on her mind to trust him and remain perfectly still. John said to Tammy that she needs to be taller, and he was thinking about five eight. Tammy suggested five eleven and John agreed. Karen noticed that the floor appeared to be pushing away from her as she grew seven inches taller. "I don't have any redhead working for me," John said to Tammy. "I think she'd' look good as a redhead. What do you think?" "Yeah," Tammy quickly agreed, "with green eyes. I love green eyes." All of Karen's hair turned bright red and then darkened to an auburn shade as it grew long beyond her shoulder. "That's going to be a lot to maintain," Tammy said. John agreed and made her hair tangle free, never a split end, ever shiny and easy to style. The hair between her legs matched the hair on her head as it grew into a long full bush. Then it was cut back into a narrow strip and cropped to about an inch long. Tammy clapped. John focused on her small breast and they began to grow out and then full at the bottom and then at the top. Karen's eyes were wide as she felt the new weight on her chest and watched with fascination as her tits continued to swell. When they stopped growing John looked at Tammy and she mouth, "Bigger". So he continued the process until Karen had a pair of F Cups. Her tits would continue to defy gravity, but would always look natural. With Tammy's help he altered her nipple and areoles to be the perfect match for her giant melons. John strengthened her back muscles and tightened her abdominals. She had a six pack, but Tammy suggested that he put a little fat on so that it wouldn't be too obvious, so he did. He then added muscle toning to her legs and buttock, removed any scars and blemishes and gave her an even alabaster skin tone that wouldn't burn or need any sun block. Moving to her face, John straightened all her teeth and made all her filled teeth whole again. He then whitened her smile. Her lips grew slightly and he reduced her nose a bit and pointed it slightly while raising her cheek bones. Tammy clapped again as John slowly rotated Karen. He straightened a few toes and painted her nails pink and reduced her shoe size by one and a half sizes. He painted her finger nails to match her toes. "Well what do you think?" He asked Tammy. "She looks like a movie star. She's gorgeous!" Tammy sighed as if she'd fallen in love. A Gift From His Father Ch. 12 John looked at her again and saw one more thing he wanted to add. He focused on her pussy and grew her minor lips just a little which caused them to protrude a little from her major lips which he had swell just a bit. Tammy agreed that made her look hot. Allowing Karen to move freely again they all accompanied her to the bathroom so that she could see herself in the mirror. Upon arriving she saw John and Tammy looking at this beautiful young woman, but she didn't see herself and she frowned in confusion, and so did the woman. Then it dawned on her that the woman was her. She shrieked and jumped up and down, hugging John and then Tammy causing Tammy's sensitive erogenous areas to react encouraging her to initiate more sex. The shower was large enough for only two, until John made a few adjustments and it became a wet playroom three times larger than its original size with multiple faucets spraying in all sorts of directions. They all played, washed, played again and washed. John was reluctant to leave, but was running late. He left a few instructions for the women. He ingrained in Karen the need to exercise frequently and eat sensible. Tammy would take her to the bank tomorrow and would keep tabs on her. They would get a new wardrobe for Karen at Cindy's boutique and her current outfit would fit her but the old Karen Miller was gone and the new one would vacate her current address and move in with Tammy. On the coffee table were two Apple iPhone 5 programmed with John's number and a few apps he thought would come in handy and a thousand dollars in cash. .......................................... There was a knock at the door, Mary closed her laptop computer and slid out from behind her desk. She wasn't really expecting anyone, but had hopes. She peaked through the curtain and a smile appeared across her face and she quickly opened the door. "I was hoping it was you," she said and gestured for the woman to enter. "You don't look to bad considering what you've just been though," Elizabeth said as she entered the foyer. "Nice house." "Thank you," Mary said and then told her how bad she looked and felt until John came by and fixed her up. "Where are my manors," She said. "Come on into the kitchen, I am hungry and I am sure that you'd at least like something to drink." Mary took Elizabeth by the hand and pulled her into the kitchen, when they arrived she turn and expressed her gratitude for her saving her from the orgy with a deep and passionate kiss. Elizabeth returned the fervor by pulling Mary closer, their tongues exploring each other's mouths until breathlessly they separated. Both were eager to continue but knew there was no hurry, Mary suggested that they have a little nourishment first. Elizabeth agreed and asked if she could help. Mary pointed her to her Keurig Brewer and told her to pick her poison from the large assortment of coffees and teas. Mary began pulling eggs, meat and vegetables from the refrigerator, in preparation of making her famous omelets. Popping a green tea cup into the brewer, Elizabeth agreed that an omelet would be perfect. As Mary prepared their food, Elizabeth answered Mary's inquires and the two women got to know each other better. A muffled tone from Elizabeth's cell phone told her that John had sent her another text message. Pulling it from the pocket of her slacks, she smiled to learn that John had scheduled another training session for her that evening. Reading her face, Mary worried that they may not have time to become more intimate. But, Elizabeth assured her that they had plenty of time. The omelet smelled delicious and the two set down to eat while they continued to talk. ............................................. John met Candace at Rachel's home; Candace answered the door greeting John with a ardent kiss as he squeezed her ass as they embraced. Candace felt so good to hold, but John let her go reluctantly and told her that he didn't have a lot of time and they should proceed. Looking around the house he cringed at the eclectic collection of possessions, but he didn't see Rachel until Candace called her to come out. Wearing only a silk robe, Rachel stepped sheepishly into her living room, eyes casted downward looking at the carpet and wondering what possessed her to pick that shade of green. "John I'd like you to meet my newest BFF, Rachel Woods. Rachel this is the person I had been telling you about," Candace said. Rachel slowly raised her eyes and shrugged her robe off her shoulders while loosening the ties allowing it to fall behind her to her heels. She stepped forward and said. "I am your humble servant, do with me what you will," bending at the waist in a curtsy fashion. John became very uncomfortable with this and looked at Candace who had a big smile across her face, and then she burst forward with a laugh, "Just kidding." She turned to Rachel again and appeared to have released her hold on the short fat woman. Rachel's first reaction was to scream in embarrassment standing naked in from of this stranger. She wanted to run, but for some reason her feet appeared to be rooted where she stood, so she attempted to cover herself, with her hands and arms, while she cursed Candace with a series of derogatory remarks questioning her family linage and preference of species in which to copulate. "Enough!" John spat, freezing Rachel in mid sentence with one hand trying to covering her exposed pussy and the other hiding her small tits. In the silence, Candace quickly assured John that she hadn't done anything to the woman except make her crave her pussy, get tattooed and piercings. "This is the woman who had tormented you all these years." John asked already knowing the answer, turning to Candace and then back to the helpless woman. It amazed him how less intimidating people were when stripped of their clothing and unable to defend themselves. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked her, freeing her to move and answer his question. "I ...just was having a little fun with her, she seemed to take everything in stride, easily overcoming everything that life threw at her, she needed to be taken down a peg," as the last words escaped her lips Rachel quickly brought her hands to her mouth. That wasn't what she meant to say. She didn't realize that John had only allowed her to speak truthfully. "Is that what you think?" Candace shouted, "That I could handle everything so easily!" She was about to physically hurt the naked fat woman, until John turned to face her. Again Rachel tried to flee only to find that her fat legs wouldn't move and almost tumble to the floor. John spoke to Candace reassuring her that her original plan was a good one and then turned to face Rachel again. He looked her over and despite her appearance decided that he had enough to work with and said. "Rachel, you deserve to be severely punished, but it's a good thing for you that I am in a good mood. You will be having a lot of sex, with men and women. You're going to initiate it and enjoy it thoroughly, but you won't profit from it. I am going to physically change you into a very beautiful woman. You will obey Candace, in a sense you will be working for me. That is when you aren't working at the hospital." Rachel was listening intently and thought to herself, "Some punishment, it didn't sound so bad." John continued, "Oh and by the way you'll lose about twenty point of IQ, too!" Rachel quickly realized what he meant; he was going to turn her into a bimbo, just like the tattoo on her ass read. That would be her punishment for having tormented Candace all those years. "So let's get started, I have a tight schedule," John said. Rachel was still processing what that would mean when he had her stand up straight and not move. John first removed all the excess fat from Rachel's body which was close to 75 lbs. It left a lot of ugly skin hanging and John shuddered at the ugly sight, quickly removed it and tightened the remaining skin. It was amazing how much smaller the woman was now. If Rachel were allowed to look down she'd be able to see her feet for the first time in twenty years, the view no longer obstructed by her fat bulging belly. Her tits we reduced to nothing more than pierced nipples, an "A Cup" at best. John turned and asked Candace, "Do you want the stereotypical 'Bimbo' big tits, lips and ass, small waist and IQ?" Candace smiled and nodded as she looked at the helpless woman, "Absolutely." As John focused on Rachel's tiny tits and they began to grow, first at the bottom and then the top. Like balloons they continued to expand pushing outward her nipples with their studs leading the way. So much for Rachel being able to see her feet unless she peered through the ample amount of cleavage she now possessed. They continued to swell until they looked as if Rachel would topple forward. John strengthened her abdominal and back muscles to compensate for her new growth. Satisfied with her massive new tits, John focused his mind on her ass. Like her tits, her ass ballooned outward until they were the perfect match for her overgrown breasts, and then he shrank her waist until its size made her ass and tits look even bigger. Candace was pleased and encouraged John to continue. That left only a few more alterations. John focused on her pussy which was wet revealing Rachel's arousal. He increased its size doubling it but tightened it so that she would remain tight, thinking more of her lovers than Rachel. He also enhanced her muscle control. To complete the bimbo stereotype John focused his attention on Rachel's hair turning her from dull dishwater blonde to a bright yellow blonde and growing it down to her waist. Remembering the comments earlier about long hair being hard to keep up, he made the hair easy to manage, but if cut would grow in hours to its present length. Dyes wouldn't take, so she'd be permanently blonde. With hair that long it only left Rachel with a few choices in styles, currently John favored having the long locks braid into two long plaits. Focusing on her face, John enlarged her lips doubling them in size. When he was through she looked like something from a porn movie. Candace smiled and circled her a few times and complemented John on his work. And John released Rachel allowing her to move and speak. Rachel jiggled over to the full length mirror in the foyer. She gasped at the woman looking back at her she grabbed her huge tits and pulled gently finding them to be really a part of her she jiggle back to where John and Candace stood admiring the new Rachel. "Hoth dith you doth disth?" Rachel asked, stopping in mid thought as she heard herself lisp. Her new puffy lips had the effect of impairing her speech, causing Candace to laugh hysterically. "Thop dith! Dith dithn't funnth!" She said stomping her feet which cause her chest to sway back and forth and the more she complained the harder both John and Candace laughed. Finally, Rachel gave up and put her hands on her hips and pouted. John said that there were only a few things left to do. He again froze Rachel in place and reaching into her mind scrambled a few things here and there. She slowly closed her eyes as John continued working. When he was done it would be as if she were two people. At the hospital and when patient care was necessary she would be her old self, as sharp as ever and she wouldn't have a lisp. But away from the hospital and when patient care wasn't in question, she would be a dumb blonde bimbo, concerned only with her appearance, her tits, sucking and fucking. He then cured her of any and all diseases made her immune to all STD and enhanced the sensitivity of all her openings and nipples. Rachel slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Looking at John she said, "Hiya cutie, where ya going all dweessed up," then winked slowly. Both John and Candace were stunned by the how complete the transformation. She looked John up and down, noticing the bulge in his pants. "Wowie, Wooks like you need a wittle help withd that woad you carrwing," and she began moving closer. Candace came into her view and said, "John I know that lisp is supposed to be cute, but it's driving me nuts, can we lose it for the time being." John complied and no one was surprise to hear that it was gone when Rachel responded. "Oh, hiya sweetie, I didn't see ya there. Ooo, you look good enough to eat." The dim witted bimbo said, recognizing Candace on some level, and the command to crave her pussy kicked in. "Oh, oh. Sugar, would you be a sweetie and let me eat your pussy? I really need to. I am sure would be just scrumptious!" She was begging now and hopping up and down which caused her massive tits to bounce all about. "Okay, but first you have to tell me what is going on with "Mrs. White in room 2615D? Doctor Webber just called." Candace lied. "Mrs. White is in room 2614B, not 2615D," she corrected Candace. "She is recovering from a bladder infection also known as Cystitis; we are treating her with antibiotics. Dr. Webber will find her complete medical history in her file on pages 24 through 32..." "Good enough," Candace interrupted. "I'll pass that along. You did great, now you can eat my pussy." She stepped aside and began lifting her dress, revealing the absence of any undergarments. "Goodie!" Rachel clapped and waited for Candace to sit before putting her face between the woman's legs. Candace sighed and said, "This never gets old," using Rachel's braids to steer her mouth to the right spot. John was satisfied that Rachel would perform as needed at the hospital, but realized that she would require constant supervision for some time. That would be Candace's responsibility. But for right now he wanted to see how tight Rachel was and if she would know how to use her new muscles. He approached Rachel as she was busy mopping up the first of Candace, mini orgasms. Candace watched him approach and his clothing magically disappeared as his huge cock swayed back and forth. If Rachel hadn't been doing such a good job, she'd probably have insisted on trading places. Instead she leaned back on the plush couch and pulled Rachel with her leaving her ass completely exposed and both holes open to for John's exploration. Grabbing her by her big ass, John thrust into her waiting pussy. Rachel clenched her muscles gripping John like a fist, stopping him from going any further. Impressive, he thought, then mentally ordered her to relax and he slid smoothly inside as Rachel squealed in delight. She had never before felt anything that good before in her pussy, despite having been married for twenty two years. She was excited and began to secreting copious amounts of fluids. Pulling out and pushing back in Rachel was snug but her juices made it just right and on his forward thrust he bottomed out reaching her cervix. Rachel screeched again, and struggled to keep her tongue in Candace's squishy wet pussy. Candace was enjoying another mini orgasm and was becoming more excited as John explored his latest toy. Pulling out was as much fun as going in and soon John was sawing back and forth at a good clip. Just when Rachel thought it couldn't get better it did and she squealed into Candace's pussy. She was beyond thinking, particular since the bimbo was in charge. She gave up trying on licking the pussy in front of her, she was far too excited. She was getting the best fuck of her life. Candace pulled her up to her large breast and held on to her as John drilled her from behind for what seemed like twenty minutes. Candace found Rachel's nipple studs and pulled on them causing her to explode, but John continued to plow into her as she just continued to come until the pleasure caused her to pass out, leaving her a quivering mass of flesh. As John slid out of Rachel, Candace wasted no time in disengaged herself from the unconscious bimbo. John's cock was hard, glistening and dripping with Rachel's juice which was just fine with Candace as she grabbed John at the base and licked him like a an ice cream cone, not missing any of the tasty fluid. When she was sure she had gotten it all she took him down her throat to and sucked him for several minutes and then without warning pulled him out and said. "That was good, but you know where I really want this," while she moved her body into place. John smiled and pulled Candace by her thighs, as her swollen pussy came close he penetrated her. Using her heels on John's ass Candace pulled herself closer driving John deeper inside her. When she locked her legs around him John began pumping into her with purpose, which caused Candace to moan each time he hit bottom. It wasn't long before her moaning turned to loud shrieks as both John and Candace were working up a sweat. Candace was on the edge, fighting hard not to let go. It felt so good trying to resist; she knew it wouldn't be long, and that it would be massive. She was right. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh mmmmyyyy Goooooodddddddd!" She continued to hump on John as he too let loose with several huge spurts of cum grunting and panting and he fell forward and Candace pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around her lover. They kissed and cuddled for a time. John looked over at the bimbo. Rachel was lying on her back snoring, pussy not yet closed, dripping juices, her huge breasts settled on her chest hiding her face from view, blonde hair curled around her neck and shoulders. "She's going to require a lot of supervision, you know that don't you," turning back to face Candace, who was now running her fingers through John's hair. "Yeah, I've thinking about that. I may have to move her in with me. When she's not working at the hospital she can help me collect energy." John pulled back and said, "I was hoping you'd say that." He crawled over to where the bimbo was sleeping and inserted his ring finger between her wet folds and placing his thumb where he wanted the piercing. When he removed his hand she could see an emerald stud. Candice was surprised by John's actions, but even more so, when she realized the bimbo didn't get a diamond like hers. Sensing her questions, John said. "She'll be more helpful now, she can collect, but not like you, she is more like additional storage, but can't transfer it. You will need to empty her from time to. And she'll be easier to keep track of, should she decide to wander. It will be like raising a child again, in a way." Candace agreed and if things got too out of hand they could always leave the hospital and do something else. Rachel was beginning to come around; John had absentmindedly put his finger back in her pussy and was gently stirring it as they talked. "Hiya honey, want to go again?" "Not right now," John told, "Just trying to get your attention," as he removed his finger and stuck it in her mouth. Instinctively she opened and wrapped her pillow lips around it and sucked it like it was a cock. While she sucked John explained things to Rachel. She was to obey Candace or she would be punished. John flashed a few scary images into her mind that shook her to her core. She understood that he was the master and he could do anything to her. Nevertheless, both John and Candace realized that regardless of the command and fear of punishment the bimbo mind would simply forget sometimes and that was part of the risk, until the bimbo was banished. John removed his finger and Rachel took hold of it for a moment, like she didn't want him to go. As she did her mind wandered and she looked at her finger nails and realized that she had to fix them. She couldn't be seen in public with nails so in need of polishing and she rushed off to get her nail kit jiggling as she raced through her home still naked and not giving it a second thought. "Okay Candace, she's all yours. By the way, none of her clothes will fit anymore, except her shoes. So you will need to take her to Cindy's and get the works. You can take it out the money you took from her. Her husband will be home in about thirty minutes. I have cured him of his love of the ponies. No need to punish him for his wife's misdeeds. You can convince him of anything you wish, but he isn't to be harmed." A Gift From His Father Ch. 12 Candace could only nod. John fixed her with a look that she recognized as one she didn't want to see again. She remembered that he had said that bad deeds would mean consequences for him. She realized that her deeds too could put him in jeopardy, and she didn't want that. Lowering her head in shamed, she felt bad that she had taken advantage of Rachel and Eddie like that. When she looked up John was dressed and smelling good like he'd just showered and shaved. "Leaving so soon," she asked. "Yes, got places to be and people to see." John said as he walked up to her and pulled her face to his and covering her mouth with his own. His kiss was so passionate that he had to catch her as her knees weakened and collapsed. His mouth tasted as though he'd just brushed his teeth. She had to be careful; she was falling for this young man. Who was she kidding? It had already happened. She'll need to be guarded the next time he comes by when April's home. She wondered if they were still seeing each other. Before she could ask he was gone. Rachel came back in with her nail polish kit and was about the get busy repairing her neglected nails when Candace called her over. "You can do that later, first come over here and eat John's cum from my pussy. And when you're done with that, we need to shower; your husband will be here soon." Rachel left her nail kit on the coffee table and crawled between Candace's legs. She loved eating pussy, especially Candace's pussy. It was so scrumptious. She was becoming quite good at using her tongue to scoop John's cum out of Candace's pussy. As she licked and swallowed she found it reminded her of butterscotch. She thought that strange, but kept lapping it up. When it was all gone, she began chewing on Candace's clit causing her cream anew. Rachel loved the new taste and her face was covered with it, and it was dripping from her face to the expensive couch they played upon. Just then the front door opened and closed. Footfalls grew louder and stopped as they entered the room. A sober Eddie Woods stood looking in disbelief at what he was seeing. Two beautiful women were engaged in passionate lesbian sex on his living room sofa. Well, actually it was Rachel's sofa; he corrected himself, reserved for guest only. He was rarely allowed in the room and now he was witnessing something from one of the porn movies he watched in secret. After a few moments of lust filtered through his mind, Eddie thought, "Rachel is gonna be pissed that these two women are staining her couch." He cleared his throat and when that didn't stop them, he said, "Excuse me..." Candace looked up and smiled while Rachel pulled back juices dripping from her chin, surprised to see Eddie glaring at them. Eddie thought he recognized the woman on her back from the supermarket, but the woman on her knees looked like a younger version Rachel only with tits and ass. Hell she looked like a porn star with Rachel's face. He felt himself hardening. "Oh, hiya Eddie, You want some of this," licking her lips, clearly referring to Candace's gaping pussy. ...................................................... With the kitchen cleaned and the food put away, Mary and Elizabeth were happily playing together beneath the covers of her king size bed. They were lovers now, and they patiently spent time learning each other's bodies, what one liked and how long they liked it, they sucked and licked cuddled and talked. Elizabeth shared stories of her time as the old woman Ms. Lizzy Brooks and what it was like with other Masters of the Ring of Power as well as what life was like as a negro living in the 1800's. Mary shared her secrets about Dr. Zachary Smith, John's father and how much John seemed to favor him. She didn't know much about his passing, because he had been controlling her mind for years. Elizabeth knew a lot more about it but decided it wasn't her place to tell her more. They were very comfortable with each other and took their time pleasing each other thoroughly. It was getting close to the end of their time together, Elizabeth had to train a few new rookies and Mary had plans for to meet James at his place. He promised it would be fun and that she would enjoy meeting his new friends. Since they both needed to clean up it made sense to share a shower. John had installed the latest in showering technology, since Mary wasn't ready to leave the house. The shower was twice its original size and had faucets on the sides, bottom and top. There was plenty of room and they played longer than they intended, Mary seemed unable to get enough of Elizabeth's tasty snatch and that suited her fine. Once they were dressed they looked even sexier than when naked. They carefully kissed trying not to mess their makeup and parted promising to get together again soon. .................................... John arrived at the boutique early. Cindy was expecting him and she had nothing but good things to say about Mark and his accounting skills. It was about twenty minutes before the stores were scheduled to open. John saw that both Cindy and Mark's cars were in the lot. He knew that Mark would be a good fit and Cindy would finally be getting the rest she needed. The boutique was a success, due in part to John sending so many new customers, but also through word of mouth and others seeing the crowds coming and going. There were a couple of employees in the front of the store, preparing for the morning opening and usual onset of customers. They waved at John and told him Cindy was in the back office. John strolled to the back and opened the door to find Cindy bent over her desk grunting as Mark was thrusting into her from behind, his pants around his ankles. John's arrival seemed to have coincided with their mutual release. John closed the door behind him, just as they both shrieked muffled shouts, turning and looking up to see John standing there. ................................. To be continued A Gift From His Father Ch. 13 "Oh my God, you're early John," Cindy cried standing quickly attempting to straighten up and to fix her clothes, her pussy leaking cum down her leg. Turning to Mark she barked. "I thought you locked the door." "I did lock the door," Mark said as he pulled up his pants stuffing his now sensitive wilting cock into his pants. "I am sorry, the door was unlocked." John said, "Other than being a little surprised at seeing you two together, it's no big deal, for me any way. Why don't you two get cleaned up and I will occupy myself by talking to the sales clerks. Better yet, how about I go and get us all a cup of coffee from the 'Cup of Joe'. How do you like your coffee, Cindy? Mark I know you like yours with plenty of sugar and cream, right?" "Yeah, John, that would be great," Mark said looking at Cindy. She was still adjusting her clothes and remained a bright crimson. "Two sugars, no cream," she said. She was blushing terribly, not pleased that her business partner saw that her meeting preparation was bending over her desk getting fucked doggy style by her bookkeeper. John slipped out the office and headed for the front of the store. He thought he'd get one of the clerks to help him, and he'd buy them all coffee as well. But as he left, John implanted a command in both their minds that they were still too horny to quit now and they had time for one more go at each other, but they needed to shed all their clothing. John chatted with Janice Knight one of the sales clerks about how good business had been and how hard they had all been were working as they walked to the coffee shop. That made John think that the entire staff deserved a bonus, he'd talk to Mark and Cindy about how much it should be. He probably would pay it out of his personal account. Janice was a nice young woman, graduating from his high school this year, class of 2014. They hadn't known each other although they had attended the same school and he didn't let on that they were about the same age. When they returned to the store a few customers had arrived and were looking at clothing and asking questions. Janice took her coffee and one for her associate and went to help. John was carrying the remaining three coffees; he knocked on the door before opening it and went inside. He wasn't surprised to find Mark and Cindy at it again. This time Mark on his back and Cindy riding him bronco style, her smallish tits bouncing back and forth as she rode Mark. John made sure they remained focused on each other and not noticing his return. Setting the coffee down, John watched the two lovers a few more moments. He felt energized by the power that flow into his body through the ring by their release of sexual energy. It felt good. John decided that Cindy deserved more, so he mentally stimulated her clit and heightened the nerve endings in all her erogenous areas; this was going to have a massive orgasm. She was making a lot more noise as her pleasure tripled. John sound proofed the room; no one outside could hear them. Cindy was really riding Mark now; like a wild woman. John suppressed Mark's trigger, he wouldn't come until after Cindy had. A few minutes more Cindy was screeching at the top of her lungs, and then Mark came with a loud roar. Sweaty and tired the collapsed onto each other, panting. John allowed them to notice his presence and played innocent. "Ah, so you didn't really want the coffee?" It was as though Cindy had just awakened and realized that they were caught again. She couldn't explain it. She knew she had better self control than this. Yet she couldn't keep her hands or her pussy off this young kid. She shrugged; she was way too tired now to be concerned that John was now gazing freely at her naked body with Mark's young cock still in her pussy. It kind of excited her. She had gone so long without any real sexual release, except for what she got from her growing number of intimate toys. It was by accident that she and Mark had gotten together in the first place. It was late one night while they were going over the books; she complimented Mark on his brilliant idea of incorporating, which would allow them to avoid a variety of taxes, and she could be paid a small, interest-free wage, claim expenses, and reduce her income taxes. She was so excited at the news she hugged Mark and pecked him on the cheek. He hugged back and the pecks turned into a real kiss. The kiss became kisses and they became more passionate. Before she could catch herself they were tearing each other's clothes off. That was several days ago, and it was still very fresh in Cindy's mind. Mark still lying beneath Cindy, who seemed to be lost in thought, kind of shrugged too, he was pinned and Cindy seemed to be massaging him keeping him hard. But clearing his throat said. "No, the coffee is just what I need to clear my head. Thanks, John." Not being able to resist the humor, John asked. "Which head Mark?" They chuckled together and that kind of brought Cindy out of her contemplation. She leaned back using her hands to support herself and looked at Mark and then John. She scooted back and forth causing Mark to sigh as she nestled his cock deeper into her pussy, bouncing her small breast and her pink rock hard nipples. She wasn't yet satisfied, John realized as he read her thoughts. He considered making it a threesome, but decided that the two of them needed some time away from the store, Cindy in particular, so he told them to take the rest of the day off and check into the Hyatt. He would make all the arrangements and he would see them tomorrow. Cindy reluctantly climbed off Mark's still hard cock as John slipped out the door to watch the customers and the sales clerks work. Ten minutes later, Mark and Cindy emerged still sipping their coffees and left the store. Cindy wanted to give John a heads up on what to expect and who would be stopping by, but decided not to, as it would probably cause him to change his mind and she would lose her day off. Another sales clerk came in at 11AM, Lisa Wong, she would be the closing clerk, John learned as he did a soft probe of her mind. She was Chinese-American and although petite she was very well proportioned. John did a quick check with his x-ray eyes as she stowed her personal belongings and punched the clock. First he watched as her outer garments seem to fade so that she appeared to be clad in only her bra and panties. They were a matching set of push up padded bra and lace sexy panties. Admiring the fit, John couldn't wait to see what was underneath and they too faded leaving him to gaze on the now naked sales clerk. He tried not to stare, not wanting to freak her out, as she moved about the store. Reading her thoughts, he learned that he was making her a little self conscious; he was in a sense her boss, being part owner. He learned too, that she was under age, only just having turned seventeen last month. That was a dirty trick to play on a guy, he thought. You could have wild crazy teenage sex with a girl in your class, but if you turn 18 before her, then you have to stop because she's under age and it could be considered rape. So, despite those lush young tits bouncing before is eyes and the neatly trimmed bush, John let his thoughts fade and soon the sales clerk was fully clothed again working with customers and putting away garments. The mall was beginning to get busy, so John thought he'd take his x-ray eyes outside the store and do a little more "girl watching" as only he could. He positioned himself in front of the store and looking towards the entrance. When he saw a brunette woman he thought looked interesting he'd slowly peeled away her clothing. ......................................................... Eddie Woods had to be the luckiest man in Mountain View California, to have come home to find two, not one, but two beautiful naked women playing with each other in his living room and inviting him to join in was an incredible stroke of luck, her thought. He didn't know where his wife Rachel was, but it would be worth any consequence to live this male fantasy if only for a few minutes. "Not one to be the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this is my house. I am not sure who you two are but, yeah, I am willing to play some." Eddie said salivating as he began pulling off his clothes. Rachel was about to answer, when Candace reached up and pulled the silly blonde face back down where it would do the most good. Knowing what was expected, Rachel went back to working on the pussy in front of her. "Hey there Eddie," Candace said in a measured voice, Rachel was getting very good at finding all the right places and it was becoming difficult to concentrate. "I'm Candace and this is my friend Bambi. Rachel had to go back to the hospital, but she asked that we make ourselves comfortable. I don't think we could get any more comfortable unless you join us. Ooohh." She cooed as Rachel pulled on her nether lips and circled her clit with her talented tongue. No one would have ever accused Eddie of being handsome. He was overweight, balding and had a small dick, but it was hard and Candace hoped that he knew how to use it. Then she remembered that Rachel saying that he was a lousy lover, but maybe she could change that. She instructed him to come and suck her tits. He didn't have to be asked twice. Before she could make room for him on the couch he was on top of her mauling her tits. She wasted no more time with him and allowed her mind controlling milk to flow into his mouth. "Hmm, what is this? You have milk, mmmmm yummy," he said and went back to nursing. Candace was quickly reaching her limit, Rachel had once again found her G-spot and she was again on the edge of what appeared to be a good series of climaxes. She tried to hold out for several more minutes, but with Eddie sucking on her ultra sensitive tits she was soon overcome and she came hard almost smothering poor Rachel trapped between her thighs while Eddie continued to drink the delicious milk, now from the opposite tit. She reluctantly released and pushed Rachel away giving her a look that told the dimwitted woman to be silent and stay put. She was now able to concentrate on Eddie. "Hmmm. Baby that was nice, but I need you to stop now." She told Eddie as he obediently stopped and sat back almost in the same way that Rachel was kneeling on the floor, waiting for the next command. "Eddie, I am told that you are pretty lousy lay, is that right?" "I have been told that by my wife," Eddie confessed without shame or emotion. "Why do you think that is so?" "I think that I just lose interest after I get what I want." He replied again with no emotion. "Well, I think that the answer is simple, Eddie, you'll just have to wait until your partner(s) are satisfied before you get off. You will not remember me saying this Eddie, but you can't come until your partners come at least once. Oh and Eddie, you love eating pussy, especially mine. This fact will dawn on you slowly." Eddie was indeed in a trance; Candace had seen it before and knew the man was concentrating on her commands waiting for permission to execute them. "Bambi, why don't you come over here and see if you can make Eddie's little cock and bigger and harder." Rachel knew Candace was referring to her, but didn't understand why she was calling her Bambi. Maybe that was her name, she thought, but how could she have forgotten that? But she said she that she could suck cock and that was music to her ears. The bimbo easily wrapped her hand around Eddie's cock and stuffed the head into her mouth pumping the shaft with her other hand. This was something she had only done with Eddie once, it was their wedding night, Rachel was excited to please her man and it didn't take Eddie long to cum, and after that he was done for the night. The bimbo continued to work Eddie's cock and was surprised that he indeed got a little bigger and that hadn't cum yet. She watched her hand stroke him in and out of her big pillow lips, at one point she found herself inspecting her manicure, until she remembered she wanted to taste some cum. "Why wasn't Eddie coming," she thought. Eddie was as hard as he'd ever been in his life and he was ready to shoot but he didn't. He couldn't and he knew he had to wait. The broad with huge tits was jerking him good and her mouth felt so good, but he had to make sure they both came first. Why he didn't understand, but he knew that she wouldn't come unless he did something for her. Without really thinking Eddie swung around so that he could put his face between Bambi's the shapely legs. For a moment, they looked familiar; he thought of Rachel then quickly dismissed the notion. If his wife was half as hot as this Bambi, he might consider eating her out once and a while. He had only tried it once and wouldn't ever try it again. Rachel's cunt smelled like urine and tasted weird. He didn't like one bit. But there was something about this Bambi, and with his face in her pussy, he wasn't sure if he had been wrong waiting so long to try it again. Bambi didn't have much hair on her cunt, just a small strip of closely cropped hair, but she reeked of sex and for some reason that was a turn on for Eddie. Rachel was about as hot as she could be, her pussy was literally dripping. Eddie found her scent was familiar and intoxicating. This forbidden sex had Eddie growing more amorous and somehow he grew harder still. He didn't quite understand it, but he felt compelled to taste the wet pussy only inches from his mouth. Bambi was still sucking his cock, so tentatively he extended his tongue and picked off a drop nectar hanging from the bottom of her labia just as it was about to fall off. He was surprised that it didn't taste as bad as he thought it would and went back for a second drop. Although he tried to place the taste he couldn't, but he was now craving more. "Hey Mikey he likes it." He had to have more. It was a bit tart and tangy he realized as he mashed his face into Bambi's pussy trying to tongue out as much of the tasty syrup he could. Caught off guard with Eddie's mouth enthusiastically licking her pussy, Rachel came in surprising spurts spraying Eddie with even more of her juices. It wasn't huge, it seemed to come out of nowhere, and would have satisfied the old Rachel, but she was Bambi or the new Rachel nevertheless she wanted more. She continued sucking Eddie's, but was confused. Was she Bambi or Rachel? She tried to think. Eddie was eating her pussy and she loved it, but Eddie never ate pussy. He thought it was disgusting and tasted awful. She shivered as he accidently found her clit, and she was ready to come again. But Eddie never was able to make her come, not even once. She would fake it so he wouldn't feel bad, when they were newlyweds. Later she just gave up on enjoying sex with Eddie and just let him do his business and then go to sleep. It was getting hard to concentrate, again, whose cock was she sucking and when was she gonna get some delicious come? Quickly pulling the cock from her mouth, she screamed, "Oh! Oh my. Ohhhh Mmmmmyyyyy Gaaaaddddd!" The bimbo grabbed Eddie's head and held it in place as she rubbed her pussy up and down his face from his nose to his chin and continued to shriek. Eddie couldn't drink fast enough. He loved the taste of this woman, her juices were incredible. As they began to flow more rapidly he drank from Bambi's cunt like an alcoholic who'd just fallen off the wagon. He loved this, why hadn't he done this before? If Rachel's pussy tasted this good maybe he would have, he thought. Candace leaded back gentle rubbing her clit as she watched the two go at it. Eddie was now addicted to pussy and would do almost anything to get more. He didn't recognize his wife and maybe she could use that later, after all he'd believe anything she told him now, so would Rachel for that matter. As Rachel began to calm down, and Eddie had his fill, Candace was ready to see if she could train Eddie to use his little cock to satisfy her. It was kind of small. She thought. Perhaps she should consider letting him fuck her ass. Thanks to John, she now enjoyed anal sex and Eddie's cock was just the right size and if he was good she'd even let him come. Eddie sat up in a daze; his face was completely covered in Rachel's juices. Candace shifted her position on the bed and brought her beautiful ass in range. "Bambi, lube up Eddie's cock for me. Make sure it is nice and slippery I have a nice tight place where I think he'd really like to put it." Rachel did what she was told, still wondering if she was ever gonna get any cum, she used her ample juices to make Eddie's still hard cock nice and slick. She held it in place as Candace backed up and guided it in as Eddie leaned forward on his knees and pushed his cock in to her ass. Candace gave out a heavy sigh, she was right his tiny cock would never have satisfied her stretched pussy, but her ass was nearly virgin territory and Eddie was the perfect size. Leaning over her shoulder, she told Eddie to be a good boy and fucked her ass good she might let him come when she was done. This seemed to encourage Eddie he grabbed Candace with both hands and began pumping into her with new intensity. "Bambi," Candice called Rachel. Get your pussy over here, and put your tongue where it belongs." Rachel perked up and slid herself under Candace so that her tongue was again licking Candace's pussy, occasionally catching Eddie as he stroked in and out of Candace. Reaching forward Candace played with the bimbo's huge tits while she licked and sucked her wet cunt. Between Rachel and Eddie's ministrations it didn't take long for Candace to reach her first climax, she fought it, knowing that it would be stronger if she resisted. But soon it became impossible and she cried out and told Eddie to come. Finally able to come Eddie was amazed at how strong his climax was as he grunted and growled releasing ribbon after ribbon of his cum deep into Candace's bowls. Exhausted he collapsed on the bed. Rachel still was looking for his come, but he was empty, his small cock quickly shrinking. She was about to complain when she saw Candace's ass leaking the precious fluids. Without asking Rachel spread Candace's cheeks and speared he tongue into her ass to get the dear cream she longed for. Candace smiled as she rested on her arms while Rachel cleaned her ass; Rachel's training was almost complete. Her thoughts were interrupted by loud snoring noise made by the exhausted former lousy lover Eddie Woods. He wasn't too bad, he'll need a lot of work, but he's got possibilities, she thought. .............................................. Enjoying his idle time "girl watching" in the mall as only he can, John realized that he would never tire of the endless variety of women. When he saw women that interested him he would lightly probe their minds to learn about them as he slowly undressed them using his unique sight he referred to as x-ray vision. Often he'd slow them down and turn them around so that he could see everything there was to see. That was simple enough to do; something from one of the store window would catch their eye. It was easy as they all stopped and gazed longingly in at the Kay Jewelers windows. The many young mothers were in the mall today, pushing strollers or carrying their babies. As he lightly probed their minds John was surprised how many were afraid that they'd never be able to lose the extra weight they gained during their pregnancies, several has all but given up on ever reclaim their former figures. John pushed into the minds of these women the determination to exercise regularly and eat right. He also altered their bodies respond quickly to the slightest effort to tone and shape their muscles. One woman was concerned about the huge surgical scare from her "C Section" and worried that her husband would no longer find her attractive. So John encouraged the scar to completely heal and disappear except for a faint thin line as the only remaining proof. A Gift From His Father Ch. 13 During this time John and his father also silently conversed. He was trapped within the ring of power, but he and John were able to mentally talk. John had to be careful not to speak aloud as sometimes their discussions became intense. He would advise as best he could and complemented John on a many of his choices; particularly how he was helping the new mothers, thinking that was a genuinely nice thing to do. John shrugged it off thinking why not. He didn't agree with everything he'd watch his son do. He had reservations as to John decision turning Rachel into a bimbo. Dr. Smith talked about the "slippery slope" and where it could lead. John vowed that it was a temporary thing and promised that eventually he would return Rachel's IQ and her body too if that is what she wanted. But, she deserved to be punished for how she treated Candace. They also discussed his energy consumption. It appears that his new agents were doing a good job of adding to his reserves but he was still consuming a lot of energy. Levels were fine now, but he would have to find and convert more agents or cut back on his consumption. It was hard not to use his power; even now as he simply looked through clothing he consumed a lot of energy. As they continued talking silently John sensed the familiar presence of three women entering the mall. It was his sisters, Heather, Isabel and Samantha and they were head his way. A quick mental scan told him they were heading for the boutique, apparently one of their orders had arrived and they were eager to try them on. Changing his appearance so they wouldn't recognize him they walked past him not giving him a second thought, except for Heather. She was attracted to any male over 12 years old and had to be watched constantly lest she stray off and get into trouble. John heard his dad sigh heavily, but not say anything. He and John had talked in great detail about his sisters. Dr. Smith was in no position to criticize John after what he had done and attempted to do to his daughters. John discreetly followed them inside and watched as Sam engaged a clerk. Isabel kept an eye on Heather as she moved through the store examining various items. It was hard not to notice that Samantha was giving the sales clerk a hard time about something and was beginning to make a scene. John was ready to reveal himself and take charge but relaxed when he realized that the sales clerk was Janice. Next to Cindy, Janice Knight had worked at the boutique longer than any of the others and was always cool and calm, particularly when dealing with aggressive customers. Despite Janice's professional manner, Samantha insisted on being completely unreasonable and was adamant about seeing the Cindy; she was done talking to this lowly sales clerk. When Janice told her that Cindy was out, Sam was just about to go ballistic. That's when Janice and John made eye contact Janice knew how to proceed. "I am sorry that Ms. Ashe isn't available but the other owner is here, I know he'd be happy to speak with you." Janice said gesturing towards John as he stepped into their space. Still unrecognizable to his sisters John asked how he could be of assistance. It seems that the garments that had been ordered weren't the right colors and patterns according to Sam. John told Samantha that they were sorry for the inconvenience and would return the items and correct the order and even pick up the shipping costs. Sam insisted that it was the stores fault and that wasn't good enough since they had planned to wear the items this weekend to a formal affair and they were assured they would arrive in time. John asked Janice if this was true and she agreed. But Janice added that they ordered exactly what the customer had requested and they weren't at fault for the error. John and Janice were about to spring the trap. John asked Janice how she could be so sure. Janice explained as she pulled out the paperwork, that the all the customers create their own special orders documents which are then scanned and sent to the distributor, and presented the store copy signed by Samantha Smith as proof. She checked the merchandise numbers against those in the book and they were an identical match. So, if anyone made a mistake, it was Samantha. By now Sam was livid. "How dare you accuse me of your incompetence," she roared loud enough for everyone in the store to hear. John was ready to reveal himself now. Calmly he explained that there was still plenty of time to correct her error, if she would go through the catalog again and select the correct merchandise and complete the order form correctly, he would make certain that it would arrive in time. Samantha wasn't ready to give in that quickly and was preparing to yell even louder until she realized that the owner's face had changed and that it was the face of her half brother and he didn't appear amused. She visibly flinched remembering their last encounter. Meanwhile, Isabel was chasing behind Heather as she went from display bin to clothing rack disrupting and throwing clothing everywhere, naked from the waist up except for her yet to be purchased brazier which hung haphazardly barely covering her ample assets. She and Isabel both came to a screeching halt as they saw John as he turned his stare from Samantha to them. They froze in shock. Heather attempted to cover herself, the tiny bra didn't allow for much more coverage. "Oh Hiya Johnny," she said six octaves higher than her normal voice, "whatcha doing here?" John didn't say a word. Finding her voice, Sam told Isabel to help her clean up the mess they had made leaving Heather to John. John captured Heather with his eyes, looking into her own eyes he mentally spoke directly to her unimpaired mind. "Unless you want to remain with your IQ 30 points below normal for the rest of your life, you had better learn to behave in public. There are much worse things I can do to you if you choose not to." He said, stalling not really wanting to hurt her and his father further he threatened, "like increase your breast size further, say by two more cup sizes, perhaps." Still defiant Heather screamed back at John mentally. "Larger tits, is that supposed to be punishment? Is that the best you can do, brother? You wouldn't dare. How would you explain it to the people here in the store? Besides..." Her last comment struck a nerve and John realized Heather hadn't changed and he'd have to proceed with his threat. He concentrated a bit and Heather watched as her breasts grew two cups sizes, from a size C to E. The tiny bra was unable to contain Heather's new size and flesh was obscenely escaping from all around the tiny cups and the tightness around her chest was about to cut off her wind, until the catches failed. Had it not been for the bra's arm straps Heather would have been completely topless. As Heather adjusted to the additional weight, she remained defiant and mentally shouted at John again. "This is a stupid store anyway. They don't have any variety. It's a store for old women." "No, it's not." John retorted. He was really angry now. "You are going to be constantly horny; you will be obsessed with your new breast and will crave a hard cock in your pussy, ass or mouth every 24 hours or you will not be able to think of anything else. Do you know what that makes you Heather? It makes you a bimbo." And with that John completed the look and reduced the size of Heather's waist, added a few inches to her ass and puckered lips, completing the classic bimbo look. Heather shrieked mentally as she realized what he had done, what she had caused him to do. Her last clear thoughts were that she was wrong thinking he was a wimp afraid to use his powers, now she'd angered him and he had turned her into a bimbo. He was right, she was feeling really horny, and her pussy was twitching. She could really use a hard cock in her pussy right now. Then she remembered seeing a couple of cute guys outside, she knew they would love to feel her tits; in fact, she couldn't wait to feel them herself. She reached up and began to fondle them underneath the tiny bra that no longer covered her mammoth tits. John released her mind as Heather surrendered to the lust; his last message to her was her time as a bimbo would depend on her and her attitude. Less than a minute of real time had passed, John's anger subsided some until he scanned the store, there would be many hours spent putting things back together. Then he wondered if Heather wasn't right. Did they need clothing to encourage a younger clientele? He'd have to talk to Cindy about that he thought, turning and walking away leaving Heather boldly play with her oversized tits. When Janice returned she gasped and rushed to Heather's side and said. "Oh, my, that is much too small for you, come with me and we'll find something more appropriate." Taking Heather by the arm and walking her back to the changing rooms. Fortunately, the store had returned to normal and the customers were too busy looking at the merchandise to notice what Heather was doing. Isabel and Samantha were attempting to restore one of the displays when John approached his sisters. He quickly explained Heather's punishment and warned them that they too had better change. The horrified looks on their faces spoke volumes. It seemed that they too had little respect for their brother until now. John found this somewhat confusing, but realized that they only respect power. Well he had certainly displayed more power than he had initially intended. But perhaps that is what needed to be done. "I think you will have your hands full keeping an eye on Heather, tell your mom I will be by to see her soon." Isabel and Samantha respectfully apologized for their earlier behavior and asked if they could continue their shopping, seeing that Janice was now taking care of Heather. John agreed and left the store to resume his position outside in the open mall. He needed time to process things and think. Was his new power going to his head? ...................................... Cindy Ashe lay naked across the bed of her hotel room, sweat pouring off her body, panting as though she had just run a hundred yard dash, next to her laid Mark Taylor, her bookkeeper. He was panting, sweaty and just as naked as she. The thought of being here with Cindy alone in this hotel room was inspirational. He used their prolonged sex time together to the fullest, attempting new and different positions, trying things he'd seen in porn films and what his friend talk about. Although Cindy and he were now lovers, Cindy was consumed by running the boutique, he didn't know when they would have uninterrupted time like this again and he wanted to make the best of it. They had been at it all morning. They stopped for lunch, thanks to room service and then went at it some more. Now somewhat rested, he crawled over to Cindy and began to cover her face with small kisses until he reached her mouth where she pulled him in and their tongues danced in each other's mouths. His hand cupped her small right breast and her nipple quickly hardened again, with her left hand she felt his cock hardening. "Oh, no," she thought, "Not again." She was beginning to get sore. But it was a good soreness, one that she had never experienced before. "I guess that is to be expected when you have a relationship with an eighteen year old man." She thought, and before she could form another thought, Mark pulled her down the bed by her legs and drove his hard cock into her again with one quick move. "Missionary," she thought just as Mark stroked into her several times, long and then short strokes and Cindy was soon panting and coming again. She seemed to have a hair trigger; where Mark was concerned he seemed to be able to bring her to climax quickly and constantly. She would never complain about not getting enough sex again, provided she'd live through this. When Mark finally came, Cindy had come at least four times. They were both exhausted and they fell asleep in each other's arms, Cindy on top with her head on Mark's chest. They woke around 4pm enough for one final round and a shower before returning to the store. Cindy was alert and ready for work again. .......................................... Eddie woke the next morning alone on the couch; still soaked with juices of the women he had sex with, the only proof that the whole thing wasn't just a dream. That and the tangy taste that reminded him he had eaten pussy and enjoyed it. He had to have more. He needed to find Bambi. Then like a bolt of lightning he realized that Rachel could be home any minute and would have a cow if she saw this mess. Getting to his feet and standing quickly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He had slept in an unusual position and it resulted in a stiff neck. He looked down at the stains on the couch; he didn't know how to get the stain cleaned. It would have to be professionally cleaned he decided. Staggering to the kitchen phone he pulled out the yellow pages and dial the number to "Stanley Steemer", they could come out the next day; in the meantime he would put the pillow back in place and hope for the best. As he climbed the stairs to their bedroom, looking forward to a hot shower, he rubbed his teeth with his tongue tasting the wonderful flavor still in his mouth and wondered how he'd find Bambi again. .......................................... As Rachel entered Candace's home, part of Candace felt apprehension. She fully understood that the bimbo was now her responsibility. This wasn't the way things had played out in her mind, but what was done was done. She took Rachel to the spare bedroom across the hall from April's room and told her to make herself at home. This would be her new home for awhile. She would have to discuss the arrangement with April. Her daughter was fussy about things like this. As Rachel put her things away, Candace told the bimbo that this was her house and she had to follow her rules. The most important rule was that she must do what she is told to do. No questions asked or she would have to find some other place to live. She was to always obey her and April, and she must be neat and tidy. Normally, Candace's mind control powers would have made it impossible for Rachel to disobey, but the bimbo mind was unpredictable, and Rachel's mind had been through a lot. The bimbo mind was focused on simpler matters like appearance and sex and appearance. The dumb blonde nodded and smiled as Candace laid down the law. "Candace was like her best friend and would look after her until she was smart again and stuff," she thought as stray curl fell into her face, as she move it out of her vision she noticed that her nails were horrible and she took out her file and began making them pretty again. Candace saw that she had once again lost the bimbo to simpler thoughts and vowed to remember to be short and to the point with Rachel from now on. She retrieved some towels from the linen closet and handed them to Rachel while showing her to the bathroom which she would be sharing with April. It was quite large; it had a large tub and a spacious shower stall, dual sinks and a water closet. The bimbo was in awe not at all the fine amenities and fixtures but at all the mirrors; there were large mirrors on each wall which made the space seem even larger. It also meant that Rachel could see herself no matter which way she was turned. She jumped up and down causing her ample bosom to quake and quiver, "OMG!" She squealed. "This is like my most favorite room." And she took her time posing in differently in each set of mirrors. Candace laughed to herself, of course it is, and shrugged. It was getting late, so Candace told Rachel to settle in and that she would be downstairs in the kitchen preparing dinner, she could come down when she was ready. Candace began the preparation for her famous "kitchen sink casserole" as April called it. It contained almost all the ingredients that Candace had in stock, and April grew up loving it and became her favorite meal. Candace thought it would be nice to prepare it for her since she wouldn't be too happy about having a house guest. She had just put the casserole in the oven when April burst through the door. "Hi mom," she said as she rushed in and kissed her mom on the cheek, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. She was sweaty and obviously had just come from the gym. She looked around quickly and seeing the remains on the kitchen counter, she asked, "Did you make KSC?" Her mom just smiled, while April pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped down a few swallows. "What's the occasion?" "Do I need an occasion to make your favorite dish? April rushed over to hug her mother, and then thought again as she remembered that she was all sweaty and smelly from her workout, and kissed her again on the cheek and gave her an "air hug". "I am going to take a shower. John called and is coming by in about an hour. Thanks mom, I love you!" She said as she ran up the stairs. Candace was caught off guard and she felt herself flush. She was going to see John again, her pussy moistened. She called after April, "we have a house guest be nice." April didn't acknowledge her mother's warning, but dropped her bag off in her room and rushed across the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and after pulling off her clothes jumped into the shower as soon as the temperature was right. She was enjoying the hot water as it covered her body relaxing the tense muscles from her workout. She was going to see John again. She was trying to remember when she'd seen him last. She missed him. The last time they were together they of course had mind altering sex. As she finished washing her hair, her mind drifted and she couldn't help thinking about their last meeting. As she fantasized about him her hands drifted north and south, one to her pussy and the other to her ripe breasts and hard nipples. Replayed the memory in her mind, her fingers slipped into her pussy and she was soon was coming hard imagining it was John big cock in her pussy instead of her hand. With the shower running and her mother downstairs she didn't feel a need to come quietly and her moans echoed throughout the spacious bathroom. Just as she calmed herself and enjoyed the afterglow of her masturbation, April heard, the distinct sounds of someone urinating. "Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle..." Who was in the bathroom with her? She knew it couldn't be her mother, and then she remembered her mother said that they had a house guest. She was mortified. "Who, whose there?" she asked hoping that she was mistaken. "Hi ya. Sounds like you were like really getting yourself off. You must have been very horny. I get that way all the time. How are you feeling now? I bet that took the edge off for ya!" April was astounded. Not only was there some strange woman sitting on the toilet but she had heard her masturbating. "Like when I frig myself it helps, but only for a little while and then, guess what, like I have to do it all over again. Does that ever happen to you?" April could only see the image of a woman sitting on the toilet; the frosted shower glass didn't allow her to see much detail. "Like Sometimes it takes me hours to get ready, 'cause just when I think I am okay, like I get horny all over again. You know?" She pushed open the shower door and peered around the corner to see a nude blonde woman with huge tits perched on the toilet, her dainty feet were together toes painted a bright pink. She had a huge tit in her hand and the nipple about to go into her mouth. "What are you doing in here?" "I had to pee!" "Why are you naked?" "Like, I told you I had to pee." "Were you going to suck on your own tit?" "Listening to you come made me horny. Like do you wanta play some? Like you could get me off and then I could get you off." A Gift From His Father Ch. 13 "Get out of here!" April spat. "I am trying to take a shower." "Okey dokey!" Rachel said as she let loose her tit and twisted on the toilet as she ripped off a several sheets of paper to dry herself, flushed and left. April slipped back into the shower. She was blushing and livid. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, April reached for her robe, which was hanging on the back of the door and pulled it over her still wet body. She stormed down the hall to find her mother, leaving wet footprints behind her as she went. Candace was about to take the casserole out of the oven when she saw April coming into the kitchen. "Mom, who it that bimbo you let in our house. Do you know what she did? I was trying to take a shower and..." "Calm down April." Her mother said, using her mind control power on her daughter again. "And slowly tell me what the fuss is over." April calmly told her mother everything, including her masturbation fantasy, which she would have left out if not for her mother's command. The whole thing gave Candace an idea that would give her time to be with John alone. She said, "April, that is my boss, Rachel, she is a bimbo now. Nevertheless you shouldn't have been so mean to her. She will be staying with us for a while. I want you to go back and apologize to her for being so rude. If she wants to play with you for a while, you should. I want you two to be good friends. I will call you when John arrives, don't worry. Go have a good time with Rachel." Unable to resist her mother's commands she said. "Okay, mom, that sounds like a good idea. But call me as soon as John comes." "I will darling! Don't worry, now scoot, you are dripping wet." "Oh, okay." Candace watched April climb the stairs, much happier then when she arrive. She went to the broom closet retrieved the mop and wiped up the water. April stood in front of the guest room door, knocked, and opened the door. She saw the Rachel lying across the bed sucking on her left tit while one hand was between her legs, the room smelled of her sex. "Oooohhhh! Oh hiya." Rachel said as she was getting close to another climax. "Like I am so horny, is it okay that I can do this in here. Like Candace said this could be my room." "Touché," April said, watching the woman's large tits shake with every movement. She replayed her interpretation of her mother's words, "you should play with her and be good friends." Turned on by the sight of the naked woman, April found her pussy began to moisten. "Now it looks like I caught you enjoying yourself. Need a little help?" "Oh, goody, but, like I thought you were mad at me and stuff." "Well, you surprised me. I thought I was alone, but if you want to play some I have some time before I have to get ready for my date." "Oh like you are going out with a boy, cool, maybe I can help you relax so you won't be too eager to jump his bones, like we girls have to stick together." April dropped her robe and stood for a moment to let Rachel enjoy the view. Rachel clapped her hands together several time and so April joined her on the bed. They reached out to one another and kissed lightly on the lips while reaching for each other's tits. April's breasts although large were perfectly proportioned to her body, contrasted by Rachel's body which was now the classic bimbo shape, narrow waist, huge tits and wide hips and ass. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies learning each curve and cranny. It wasn't too long before they had shifted into a sixty nine with April on top; each licking the other's wet pussy. .......................................... John had spent the better part of the day at the mall. Seeing his sisters and having to reprimand Heather was a bit unsettling. John understood all too well that he had to maintain a certain equilibrium or suffer the fate of other former masters of the Ring of Power, his father the most recent. He had a small taste of what that prison was like and wanted to have nothing to do with it. So reluctantly he realized that it was time that they talk about it. His father, Dr. Zachary Smith told him on several occasions that the rules that he now lived by (if you call being a disembodied consciousness imprisoned within the Ring of Power living) were different. He was forbidden from telling him many of the really important things one should know about how to behave as the Master of the Ring of Power. But although he was trapped within the ring with other former masters, John had unknowingly given him a certain degree of freedom which allowed him to lord over the others and give him more control if only a little bit. What he didn't tell John was that his experience was now like navigating a ship or jet fighter. There were numerous gages that he could see, levers and buttons he could push that would and could impact things on the outside world. For example during their conversations Dr. Smith was able to monitor all activity around them like a proximity sensor, so while John was occupied with other things he could warn him of any direct danger. Like the strange behavior a man near the boutique was displaying, he seemed to be overly interested in what was going on inside. Dr. Smith only needed to push a few buttons and toggle a switch to focus their attention and alerted John that there was something wrong. Both now focused their attention on the man that seemed to be spying on someone in the store and talking to himself. "What's he saying?" John asked. Dr. Smith toggling another switch and John and he could clearly hear what was being said. "Yes, all three are here. They seem to be just about done shopping. I will require assistance if I am going to scoop them all up at once." "John!" His dad said realizing his daughters were in danger. "I get it dad. They are after the girls. But who are they?" "I have made many enemies over the years, Johnny. I am not sure who the threat is from, but the girls are vulnerable. You have to save them." Dr. Smith pleaded as he attempted to make adjustments to his equipment that would allow them to be able to hear both sides of the conversation. John began moving towards the man who was trying hard to appear as though he wasn't looking in the boutique window. John was about twenty feet away when the man was alerted to his presence. Both John and his father heard the warning. "You've been made. Get out of there," the unknown voice on the other end of the phone warned. The man moved much quicker than John would have guessed him capable. But John was quick too. He chased after him and was gaining but the man went through a crowd of people just as he turned a corner and then seemed to disappear. When John got close there wasn't a trace of the man, just the usual shoppers meandering through the mall and a woman sitting on a bench eating an ice cream cone. John headed back to the boutique quickly, thinking the guy may have doubled back. When he arrived at the boutique the girls were just walking out the door when John stopped them. They were worried that their brother was going to inflict more punishment on them. How could he have known? Hearing their thoughts, John let it pass. Their mischief was secondary to their safety. Just then Mark and Cindy came in the back door. Cindy looked refreshed but was walking strangely. John chuckled to himself. Mark winked at John and went into the office, apparently to work on the books. Cindy asked how the day went, seeing John with the troublesome Smith sisters. John shrugged and said things went smoothly because she hired good people. Janice and the other sales clerks smiled and went about the jobs. The traffic in the store was light, but the evening rush was still ahead. John told Cindy that he was running late, but would try again tomorrow to get together with her. She smile and thanked him for looking out for things. She really needed the break, she confessed. John smiled and said goodbye. The girls were standing just outside the boutique waiting for their next scolding, all eyes were on John. "I don't have time to explain right now, but you are in danger and I am going to see to it that you get home safely. Where are you parked?" Isabel spoke up, "Orange Level 3." All the girls seemed to shift into another level of consciousness; as if this was something they had experienced before and their survival depended on them following instructions. "Good, let go now. Stay together and be alert." John was parked on Blue Level 1; he had driven his F-10 Pick up today, when they arrived at their car, a grey 2012 BMW 1 series, John got behind the wheel and drove the short distance to his truck. "Sam and Isabel you take the Beemer, while I take Heather with me in my pickup," he said as he pointed to his truck three stalls away. "You lead the way I will take up the rear." John knew that his truck was more of a match than anything they were likely to meet on the road, and was glad that he had chosen to drive it today. As they drove home, Heather remained quiet until she finally asked, "Like You tried to catch the guy, right." "Yeah," John said. "He gave me the slip." "Like you have super powers, how's that even possible?" John replayed things in his mind. "I don't know." He turned and looked at his sister and could see that she was sincere, as sincere as a bimbo could be. "I was right on him," he told her, "and he went through a crowd of people and I lost him. There were just your typical shoppers and a lady eating an ice cream cone." It was quite for a minute and then Heather said. "They don't sell ice cream in the mall," her voice squeaky as she began to play with her tits through her clothing. "What did you say?" Heather was pulling at the hem of her skirt now. "The ice cream store closed down last year. No ice cream anymore." She stopped and looked up at him as they came to a stop behind the BMW waiting at the traffic light. "Do you want a blow job?" When they arrived at their mansion the girls left John in the foyer and went to find their mother. Jacqueline arrived a few minutes later to greet John, his sisters trailing their mother. "Isabel says that you ran into a bit of trouble." "Yeah, Jackie we did." "I hate it when you call me that," she said as she sauntered into the room. "I know," John said as he walked up to her and she slid comfortably into his arms. "Excuse us girls while the adults talk." The girls scattered and Jacqueline pulled John to her lips. "So it takes an emergency to get you back in my embrace." She was intoxicating and dripping with sexuality, John was immediately aroused, there was no way of hiding it. "First things first," he said. He closed his eyes to concentrate and Jacqueline felt a familiar sense of power come over her and then fade. She tried to move something with her mind and failed. She pushed John away at half an arm's length and looked at him. "I returned your powers, you and the girls, but it will only work if your safety is threatened." "Still don't trust me?" "Let's just say I am cautious," he smiled as she pulled him close again and they kissed. "Shall we adjourn to my bedroom," she asked as she pulled free and led him by the hand. I have just about worn out my toys. It seems that I have taken your suggestion to masturbate daily to heart. I don't think I could wait another minute for a real live cock in my pussy." "Lead the way, Jackie." John and Jacqueline spent the next ninety minutes fucking like teenagers, which was easy for John since he was still only eighteen, but Jacqueline quickly found regardless of how horny she was she didn't have the stamina keep up. John changed the size of his cock several times, making it longer thicker and then smaller and thinner as he found she was fond of anal sex, too. When he left her she was exhausted, as a reward he suggested that she could skip her daily masturbation the next day, instead she could practice her oral skills on a large cucumber. She tried to slap him, but missed as he dressed in the normal way and left. He was satisfied that they would be safe in the short run. He needed to learn who was staking them and why. Driving away, John dialed his phone. It rang once and the familiar voice answered. "Hello, this is April..." ....................................... Candace decided to leave the casserole in the oven; she had turned off the heat. She needed to clean herself up, she freshen her makeup and changing her clothes. She could hear April and Rachel going at it, and peaked in to see them with their heads between each other's legs. She had to pull herself from the door reminding herself that a better treat awaited her. No sooner than she had gotten down the stairs then the motion detector activated the porch light, someone had arrived. Reaching the door before he could ring the bell she opened it and greeted John. "Hey, handsome looking for a good time," She said as she batted her eyelashes and smiled while beckoning him inside. "Always," he said as he stepped inside as Candace closed the door. She wasted no time and slithered quickly into his arms. John pulled her close and felt her naked ass under her dress. "Looks like someone was expecting me," he said as he caressed her firm ass as they kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss he asked, "Where's April? We have a date." "Oh? I thought you came by to see me," she saw feigning disappointment. "We've already seen quite a bit of each other, don't you think?" "One can never get enough of a good thing," Candace said as she pulled at John's shirt and began unbuttoning the buttons. He looked at Candace quizzically, "April could catch us, are you ready for that?" "No, she's a little preoccupied with our new house guest. They're getting to know one another better." John asked, "Do you mean that they are..." "Yes, the last time I checked they were between each other's legs looking for gold." Candace said as she pulled John's shirt off and bit lightly on one of his nipples. John pictured the two of them together, they would have a little time and John needed to absorb as much sexual energy as he could. Things were changing and he needed to be ready. "Alright," John agreed. Let see where this leads us." Candace smiled and taking John by the hand led him to her bedroom. That was a good idea, he thought, they were both close enough to absorb the sexual energy that April and Rachel were emitting. Candace stood by the closed door and unbuttoned her checked flannel shirtdress, she was completely naked underneath. John smiled, "So, you were expecting me, huh?" As he took a few steps and kissed her deeply while fondling her large lovely breasts. ................................... April and Rachel had just finished getting each other off orally, when April began wishing she had something in her pussy. She remembered her mother had plethora toys, and since she was in the kitchen, she could quickly slip in and borrowing a few, her mother wouldn't mind. She hoped that she had a double ended dildo so both she and Rachel could enjoy it at the same time. She padded quickly and silently down the hall and into her mother's large master suite. She didn't notice the two on the bed as she slipped into the closet. Rummaging through her mother's toy drawer, she found exactly what she was looking for, a 12 inch long purple double ended dildo with realistic veins and a penis head at each end. She slapped against her hand and smiled. She couldn't wait to try this on Rachel. Giggling to herself she stepped out of the closet only to behold her mother on her back legs in the air and her boyfriend John thrusting between her opened legs. She screamed dropping the dildo to the floor, causing John and Candace to stop and look at April. She was naked, hands on her face staring at them in shock. A moment later, naked Rachel waddles into the master suite, looks around no one has had time to move, and says, "Uh oh, busted!" (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 14 April and Rachel had just finished getting each other off orally, when April began wishing she had something in her pussy. She remembered her mother had plethora toys, and since she was in the kitchen, she could quickly slip in and borrowing a few, her mother wouldn't mind. She hoped that she had a double ended dildo so both she and Rachel could enjoy it at the same time. She padded quickly and silently down the hall and into her mother's large master suite. She didn't notice the two on the bed as she slipped into the closet. Rummaging through her mother's toy drawer, she found exactly what she was looking for, a 12 inch long purple double ended dildo with realistic veins and a penis head at each end. She slapped against her hand and smiled. She couldn't wait to try this on Rachel. Giggling to herself she stepped out of the closet only to behold her mother on her back legs in the air and her boyfriend John thrusting between her opened legs. She screamed dropping the dildo to the floor, causing John and Candace to stop and look at April. She was naked, hands on her face staring at them in shock. A moment later, naked Rachel waddles into the master suite, looks around no one has had time to move, and says, "Uh oh, busted!" "April Darling," Candace said from her position on her back, resting her ankles on John's shoulders as he paused deep within her. "What's the matter?" Her tone was sweet and maternal as if she was comforting her daughter after she had tripped and fallen. "What's the matter?! You are fucking my boyfriend, John, that's what the matter is!" April yelled back looking at her mother as if she had two heads. "I know darling, we discussed this, don't you remember? It was your idea. You said that since I was alone we could share. And that way John could come over more often. I didn't want to but you insisted. Don't you remember?" April was stunned. Had they really talked about this? Before she could think it through, Candace continued. "I told you about Rachel coming to live with us for a while and that you didn't need to wear clothes while at home and we all could play many adult games. Don't tell me you don't remember that?" April was very confused now. But, she was naked and so was everyone else. She and Rachel were playing adult games and so were John and her mother. April was beginning to realize that her mother was right, and her anger began to dissipate. "What were you doing in my closet, young lady," she asked. She glanced at Rachel whose mouth was hanging open in dismay. But the look she got from Candace meant she'd better not say a word or else she'd live to regret it, so she closed her mouth and remained silent. "I was borrowing one of your sex toys. I didn't think you'd mind. Rachel and I wanted something stiff and hard in our pussies. I hope you aren't angry. I will thoroughly clean it when we are through." April was almost pleading now. "Of course you can use my toys. Silly girl, I told you that you could as long as you cleaned them and put them away when you were done. I am becoming concerned, you are getting so forgetful." April bent down and scooped up the dildo, happy that it was alright to borrow it. John smiled and began to slowly pull out and push back into Candace. April approached and watched for a few moments and then timidly asked. "I thought you were going to call me when John arrived?" "I did," her mother replied, panting slightly she was getting close to coming. "But you and Rachel were playing so well together I didn't want to disturb you two. But if you like there is plenty of room on my bed if you'd like to continue playing with Rachel in here. When John is through he's all yours. But remember we share, so don't be selfish. I am sure that Rachel would like some of John's big cock, too. Wouldn't you Rachel?" "Like, for sure!" Rachel said and pulling April by the hand towards the bed. April's mood was light once again. She quickly kissed John on the check as she passed and slapped him hard on his ass and said. "You better have some left for me." "Count on it, John said as he began pounding Candace harder now that the crisis had been averted. Rachel sat opposite April, knees spread playing with her pussy as April handed her the end of the dildo. Both women squealed as they stuffed each end into their hungry pussies. Once inside they pushed themselves closer together then pulled back as they slid back and forth on the 12 inch toy. It was hard to get a rhythm; even as they both leaned back putting their weight on their elbows. Although it was exciting doing this in front of John and her mother, it wasn't the same as what her mother was getting and April began to feel a little jealous. John had been listening to her thoughts and made a few adjustments to the dildo. First he made it fit better in each of their pussies as if it was custom made. Then he formulated it feel more real while anchoring it in one place making it easier for them to slide back and forth, as if someone was holding it in place for them. Candace was getting a royal fucking from John, the sound of him slapping into her pussy echoed in the bedroom. Watching April and Rachel using the dildo on each other excited her more than she thought it would and she was on the brink of a very strong climax. She was fucking John in front of her daughter. The thought that she'd be able fuck him from now on was more than she could handle and pushed her screaming over the edge. Hearing Candace come cause both Rachel and April to explode too, as they reached to play with each other's clits. April reached out to pull and tweaked Rachel's pierced nipples, much to the delight of Rachel. It was then that April noticed the ruby stud that pierced her labia glow brightly. Rachel could only tremble, shake and scream out as all of her most sensitive regions tingled with delight prolonging her mighty orgasm. As the toy slipped from Rachel's hole it stayed lodged in April's pussy as she got to her knees and pretended that she was now endowed. She felt it wobble back and forth imagining it was real and how men felt. She lay on her back and pulled on the toy to remove it, it moved about an inch before like a rubber band snapped back into place. She pulled on it again thinking that it must have slipped out of her juice covered hands, only to have the same results. Then with both hands she gripped the toy and pulled. This time when it snapped back it sank farther into her pussy and her pleasure built. She repeated the process, this time faster and with more urgency. After a dozen more attempts, she shook as she experienced a very nice climax. John chuckled to himself as he watched the fruits of his mischief and then shot a nice load into Candace and slowly pulled out. Rachel watched hungrily as the Johns shiny cock left Candace's cunt and his precious juices oozed from her steamy box. John moved towards April, pulling the dildo from her pussy in one short stroke tossing it aside, it immediately returned to normal. April pulled his wet cock into her mouth enjoying the taste of her mother and John's combined juices. John pulled her on top of him letting her straddling his face. He easily licked her to several intense climaxes, one stronger than the next. She screamed around his cock, panting and trying to give it the attention she felt it deserved, but failed as the successive orgasm pounded her helpless body. Rachel found herself in a familiar position, between Candace's legs lapping up John's cream. It tasted lick butterscotch. That was strange, she thought as she wiggled her big ass happily her BIMBO tattoo dancing back and forth, catching John's attention. He pulled free from April as she drifted in and out of consciousness, a silly grin on her face. John line up with Rachel and plunged into the Bimbo without warning. He enlarged his cock to one of his largest sizes and marveled how the bimbo easily accepted it. She was still nice and tight. John's presence increased Rachel's enthusiastic lapping of Candace's pussy. She was getting off again. Regaining her senses April climbed over her mother almost sitting on her large tits to find John's lips. She kissed him as her mother found her daughters cunt and picked up where John had left off. It wasn't long before April was screaming as she came yet again, pulling away and falling back into the bed, legs spread. John pulled out of Rachel and climbed upon April, sliding into her was a little tough at his enlarged size, but with a little effort he filled her completely and settled in for a moment while she adjusted to his size. She didn't remember him being so large. Nevertheless, she began flexing her cunt muscles silently telling him she was ready. He carefully sawed back and forth slowly at first and then picking up the pace. April thought that she was going to lose her mind; she had lost count at how many times she had come. John had just begun and she was coming again. Fishing her tongue as deep as she could Rachel searched out and licking all of John's cum from Candace's pussy, in the process treated her to another nice climax. As she caught her breath and Rachel placed small kisses around her labia, she saw the double ended dildo lying ideal and it gave her an idea. She grabbed it and climbed to her feet on shaky legs she stuffed it into her cunt as John watched wondering what she had in mind. She nodded to Rachel and John seemed to understand what he wanted. As he did earlier he secured it into her pussy so that it would be like a strap-on. Feeling a bit more mischievous, John made it become lifelike and Candace waved it in front of Rachel. Who acted on instinct grabbing it and stuffed it into her mouth. Candace felt the sensations as if the dildo was really a part of her. Her eyes grew large as she was overcome by these new feeling, the feeling of her cock being deep throated by a bimbo. Rachel was doing a masterful job of worshiping Candace's cock and a very strange itch seemed to be forming where the dildo attached to her pussy. It wasn't unpleasant, and in fact it was beginning to feel very good. Her eyes widened as Candace realized that she felt as though she might come. It was so different from the ways she normally felt before coming. She fought it off as it dawned on her that if Rachel's mouth felt this good her pussy must be even better. Wasting no time she pulled it out of her mouth, pushed the dumb blonde back and pushed it into her eager cunt. The feeling of actually squeezing into a tight pussy was indescribable, that alone made Candace dizzy and ready to come. But she steadied herself and began slow strokes in and out of the silly woman squirming beneath her. She used strokes that her many lovers had used on her and that she enjoyed, at times pulling almost all the way out, lingering just between in and out before plunging deep inside again and then using rapidly strokes as Rachel squealed until she was almost out of breath. The she began to feel the itch again only it was stronger and seemed to be at the tip of the dildo. She kept stroking not sure what would happen and then she exploded pinning Rachel to the bed, the large dildo so deep in her cunt that threatened to come out her mouth. Both women screamed as they came and then collapsed mashing their ample tits together in the most erotic manner. John had been paying little attention as he fucked April silly. The entire ordeal had become too much for her and she passed out as her third more powerful climax overcame her. John pulled out and surveyed the damage; Candace and Rachel were panting and covered in sweat. April was still out, but has a smile on her lips. John's might cock was still hard and pointing skyward. Candace rolled off Rachel and pulled the dildo out of her cunt with some effort, pulling it to her face examining it as if it were of another world before tossing it to the floor. She looked at John and stared at his giant cock. Not knowing if she could live through another climax. John looked over at April and back to Candace, "So much for our date," he shrugged. "So how are you going to handle this? Does April get to keep these memories or will you wipe them clean? Will she get to remember that her mother is fucking her boyfriend and will we continue to share or do you reset everything back to normal?" Still breathing hard Candace thought a few minutes. She would like to not have to hide her love/lust for John from April. And although these mini orgies were fun, they would erase the normalcy of their life that they enjoyed. But having the bimbo Rachel here had already destroyed that hadn't it? She imagined all three of them getting together in the evenings getting each other off. Then she remembered her commitment to John. She was one of his agents. She needed to be out finding new lovers and keeping old ones on the hook. Fucking was who she was now and Rachel would be her sidekick. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She and John wanted more for April. Unless John was to decide to keep her as his own, she needed to be kept out of this part of their lives. Monitoring her mental battle, John wasn't surprise by her decision. "No, John," She said sitting up on the edge of the bed, her magnificent tits settling in place on her chest. "As tempting as it is, I'd like to keep April out of it as much as possible. We can have a few more little parties like this, but she will have no memory of them." She smiled and said, "She will be okay with us spending time together, thinking that we are working on a business project together. Even if she saw us fucking she will only see us exchanging ideas for the project. And she will not mind if we were lovers and would not think another thought about it if she were to realize that we were intimate." "That's a lot to pull off," John said, "but if that is what you wish, I will respect it. So, gonna send the girls to bed, now?" "Yeah, it's getting late and Rachel and I have to be at the hospital tomorrow. Besides, I haven't exactly held up my end of the bargain, we do work for you, too now," she said as she looked at the sleeping bimbo. She stood and approached John, his cock still hard and large. She pulled him to her and kissed him passionately and then pulled away. "You know I've fallen in love with you, don't you?" John smiled and didn't say anything. She walked over to her sleeping naked daughter and stroked her hair for a while and then woke her. "April dear, it is time for bed. Go get a shower and go right to sleep. When you wake you will have forgotten all about this. You will remember that we have a silly blonde house guest and that John and I may need to work on a project together occasionally. You were asked to help, but you found it terribly boring and have your own homework that required your attention. Now kiss John goodnight and do as I have instructed you to do." April got up, her beautiful hair falling on either sides of her face, her firm breast defying gravity and jiggling as her moved sensually to John. Reaching around his neck with both arms she pulled him down to kiss her while she stood on her tiptoes. John pulled her closer mashing her into his chest, his erect cock against her stomach. She reluctantly pulled away, "Goodnight lover, I am so glad you came by tonight. I hope to see you again soon." She turned and sauntered out the room, while John's eyes followed her perfect ass as it wiggled as she turned the corner. John took a deep breath and let it go. Candace turned to her boss sleeping on her bed; she and John had turned her into a classic dimwitted blonde bimbo. She barely looked like the same woman. How long would she punish the woman for all the pain and suffering she caused her? Tonight she helped erase some of the pain. She was a tireless lover and Candace was feeling a little sorry for the woman. She shook her and Rachel turned on her side, she had a large nipple in her mouth and was unconsciously sucking it like a child would suck a thumb. "Rachel, wake up," she said as John stifle a chuckle. "Have you thought of how you are going to get her to leave April alone?" She is a horny bimbo, after all." Candace said, "I think the carrot and stick approach may work. But it will be trial and error, I am sure." Rachel continued to sleep while sucking her nipple. "Rachel, John still hasn't come and I am too tired to suck him off. If you do then you can shower and sleep here with me." John watched as the bimbo almost leaps out of bed, her mammoth tits swayed back and forth violently almost throwing off her equilibrium. As they settle she saw John's enormous cock waiting for her and she quickly wobbled over to him and pulled his cock into her mouth. She pulls her big puffy lips over the mushroom head and swirled her tongue around the shaft. John quickly realized that she had indeed become very talented. Candace stood and walks over to John, her diamond piercing flicker in the light reminding John that she belonged to him and that he was the Master of the Ring of Power. Coming up on John from behind she spooned him and wrapped her arms around him as she looks down at Rachel as she looked back up at John with doe like eyes. She was worshiping his cock, sliding it in and down her throat. John put a hand on Rachel's head letting her know that he appreciated her work. Candace reached up and pulled John face to hers and they kissed. That was enough and John releases a massive load down Rachel's throat. She struggled for a second but adapted and sucked it all down without spilling a drop. John's cock softened and Rachel leans back on her hunches letting fall from her mouth. Candace dismisses her telling her to shower in her bathroom and tidy up the bed before climbing in and going to sleep. She and John kissed some more and Candace realizes that it may be a long time before she will have this kind of time with John again. With Rachel in the shower, Candace pulls John back to the bed and climbs on top of him. John was hard again as Candace slid down upon his massive tool. She rode him gently and yet forcefully remembering the fleeting feeling of having her own cock. She couldn't bear to let John go, so walked him to the door where they kissed one last time. When Rachel came out of the shower she found the bedroom empty so she follows her instructions and then crawls into the bed. When Candace returned she found her new house guest sound asleep on her side of the bed. ............................................... Two weeks later everyone seemed to have gotten into a rhythm and routine. John converted ten new agents, four males and six females. He had been conserved his power allowing him to build significant reserves and his agents had been working hard to impress their master. Everyone was pulling their weight and even Rachel was doing an exceptional job as Candace's wingman. Elizabeth was busy training new agents and working on a special project for John. She was in an especially good mood today as she may have finally found what she had spent so much time searching. Cindy, Mark and the boutique were doing great. Sales continued to outpace expectations and the holiday season was going great. Cindy and Mark continued to be an item, but made time to have discreet sex at the nearby hotel or at Cindy's apartment. John continued to look in on his step mother and sisters, often staying longer than he intended. Between her sisters, the male staff and her various toys Heather had gotten accustom to the demands of her bimbo body and her new sexual urges. Her attitude even seemed to improve somewhat. The renovation of John's new home were complete and he moved in as soon as his furniture arrived. It was a bachelor pad worthy of Hugh Hefner in his heyday. The grounds manicured and the pool and spa area were perfectly planned to accommodate John's activities and lifestyle. A Gift From His Father Ch. 14 Smart investments and John's talent to know a good deal when he reads a mind allowed him to more than triple his wealth each week. According to his accounting firm he was worth roughly $70 million and needed desperately to find some tax shelters or he would end up giving over half to Uncle Sam. John focused a lot of his time researching his father's potential enemies. Dr. Smith wasn't as helpful as you'd think; it was like playing "Blind Man's Bluff. Something about rules he had to follow he wasn't able to do more than point John in a particular direction and tell him if he was getting warmer. He seemed to have narrowed the threat to coming from possibly four extremely wealthy families, which made sense. Wealth and power seemed to go hand in hand. He was surprised that it wasn't a country or corporation. But maybe it was through a corporation that they were able to move. He didn't know, but be vigilant. It was late November and despite being in Central California, the weather was turning cold (by central California standards) and with the holidays upon them John was struggling between having a house warming party or simply a holiday party. After discussing it with his mother they agreed that there was no reason it couldn't be both. Although John had done a pretty good job decorating the place, it still lacked the personal touch, one that a woman or a mother could provide. And since John was involved with so many women they would insist on making contributions to show their love and affection for him after all he was their master. The date was set and all of John's agents were invited as well as a few special friends. The party would begin around 11AM and end roughly the same time the next day. John had hired a professional party planner who would take care of just about everything, including his special needs. After a general fee was agreed upon; John added a significant bonus if the service staff could be trusted to be discreet, (wink, wink). He wasn't disappointed. Security was planned well ahead of time, nothing was left to chance. John installed hidden cameras everywhere and hired a few gorillas, (off duty special forces) to watch the front door and patrol the grounds. Dr. Smith had the ring's sensors on alert and would act as John's additional set of eyes. Guest began to arrive just before 11AM, it was an unseasonably warm day for December and temperatures would reach into the low 70s and then drop to the mid 40s once the sun went down. That was unusual for central California; it was more like Southern California weather, but the locals weren't complaining. The large pool was ready and it wasn't long before it was filled with scantly clad male and female bodies as the party was in full swing. Karen Miller was enjoying the attention she was getting poolside, she couldn't believe how her life was turning out, and the coffee house blues were now a distant memory. Candace and April had arrive early shortly after Mary and helped greet the guest. It was like a summer party, burgers, steaks, sausages and chicken were being grilled and the liquor flowed like water. Everyone was in great spirits and John blushed at some of the gifts he'd received. there were several plants and trees and he was surprised with several nice paintings and art pieces. Around 3PM Jacqueline Smith arrived in her limo along with her three daughters, the girls headed straight for the pool, mindful to keep close tabs on Heather. Jacqueline moved around the party relaxed, enjoying herself as if for the first time among strangers. John greeted Jackie in his usual manner, kissing her passionately while unnoticeably squeezing her ass. She was ready for more, but John asked her to hold off until later when he didn't have so many guests to entertain. After waiting a few polite minutes one beautiful woman after the other came by to congratulate John on his new place. Any other woman would have been jealous of the young sexy girls, believing that she was unable to compete, but not Jacqueline. She was confident in whom she was and although not nearly as young her body was much younger than women half her age, moreover she possessed years of experience, it was she that they were competing. She blew John a kiss as she moved into the party, knowing that she would be seeing him again later. She was quickly engaged into light banter by one of the man young men at the party. Mary was arranging one of the new art pieces on a marble table that seemed to be made for it, when she saw Jacqueline. The two had never met, although Mary had seen pictures of Jacqueline and seen her on television with Zachary. She was contemplating introducing herself when Cindy arrived and greeted her. She hadn't seen her in months. Cindy looked radiant, as if she had been to a spa. She was relaxed and practically glowing. Mary asked what she had been doing just as Mark joined them with a glass of white wine for her and a beer for himself. She blushed as Mark handed her the glass and Mary knew he was the answer. Mark kissed Mary on the cheek. It had been years since she'd seen Mark, he had certainly grown up. Carmen and Maria had brought dates, their tastes were opposite this night, and Carmen's date was a muscular college jock while Maria's was an elegant wealthy thirtysomething. Tammy arrived fashionable late with a blonde lady friend in tow. They appeared to be friends and the blonde was very interested in meeting John. They mingled with the others while keeping an eye peeled for their host. Wondering about the wisdom of having all his women in the same location at the same time briefly entered his consciousness. The old John would have been worried, but this new John, Master of the Ring of Power needn't worry about little things like that, even though he didn't have a clue as how things would go, he was confident that he could handle things. Moving about the party as if she owned the place, Elizabeth was pleased with the news that she had for John. But right now, she didn't have a clue where he was, but it was a party after all, so she enjoyed herself dancing and chatting with some of the guest. When John saw her at the bar she was pretending to be interested in what some story a man was telling her. He caught her eye and she excused herself and joined him on the balcony. He could see the sparkle in her eyes and knew something was up, her entire face was smiling. He could have used his powers to learn her secret, but had become so used to conserving energy that he asked without considering a mind probe. "What is it? You seemed in a particularly good mood." "I am," she said as she took a long swallow of her Long Island Ice Tea. "Well, what is it? Tell me." He had never seen her like this and was curious. "I found him," she said. "Really, you did! Incredible and he is still alive. Will he meet with me?" Elizabeth smiled. "Yes, but he is very old and you his health isn't good, you must go to him, this week, tomorrow if possible, his life force is weakening, he is like I was until I came in contact with you. If you don't see him soon it may be too late." He grabbed Elizabeth into a hug and kissed her gently. As they slowly broke the kiss she said, "I have decided what you can give me as my reward," she whispered into his ear so the other guest couldn't hear. "Tell me." "Later," she said, "On the trip to the island." "All right," he said as she kissed his ear, "Amazing, Chance Goodwin is alive. This is great news. Well done." Goodwin was one of the original agents of the Ring of Power and it's most powerful, thought to be long dead. But rumors persisted of a wise old man having amazing gifts living in the tropics. No one ever was able to find him especially if he didn't want to be found. He may be the oldest man alive. "Make plans to leave tomorrow evening. Charter a jet you and I will be headed to the tropics." "It's done. We leave at 6PM; I've made all the arrangements." Elizabeth said. "You are good," he said with a smile. "I know and you are about to find out how good." She kissed him again more deeply and they spent a minute wrestling tongues before she broke away. "Great party," she said as she disappeared into the growing crowd. John continued to mingle among his guest enjoying light hor d'oeuvres. He was having a great time. All his guest were happy, too. As the afternoon worn on and it got later it began cool off, and the bulk of the party moved inside, with the exception of Isabel, Samantha and another woman and three twenty something men who were enjoying each other's company in John's spacious Jacuzzi. It wasn't long after the rest of the guest went inside that their pool wear was discarded on the pool deck and the real fun began. Within the mansion were many guest rooms all were specially prepared for the night time activities. It wasn't long before Rachel and a two men entered one of the rooms and their clothing became nonessential. Candace had let her wander around the party on her own, with the stipulation, that she wasn't to leave the mansion. The party was quickly forgotten as her needs once again took over her world and she found herself once again on her knees taking a large cock down her throat, while the other guy helped her out of her loose fitting blouse and skirt happy to find that she had neglected to wear any undergarments. It was still very early, the party was going strong but slowly many of the sixty nine guests began to pair off and explore the many room of the mansion. Alcohol and spirits continued to flow and more food was brought in while light jazz played softly throughout the great house. Meanwhile, by the pool the girls and guys had paired off, the kissing and feeling had run its course and they were all ready for some serious fucking. Samantha practiced her oral skills with a handsome Asian man, while Isabel was being fucked from behind as a shapely brunette sucked and played with her breasts while she was being eaten by a muscular Latin man. Despite the dropping temperature things around the spa were really heating up. Both Isabel and Samantha had forgotten all about their bimbo sister Heather or where she may have gone. Heather found just what she was looking for from a smorgasbord of men; a tall muscular African American man with close cropped hair caught her attention. He was extremely articulate, she allowed him to charm her, using many words and phrases she had never heard before and didn't understand. They walked through the mansion admiring the artwork on the walls and discussing every topic from music to politics. As they moved to the second floor, Heather steered them into the room where unbeknown to her Rachel was being double teamed much to her delight. Lying on her back, her head hanging off the bed she was sucking on a cock while its owner pulled on her pierced nipples and played with her incredibly large tits, while the other man had his head between her legs feasting on her wet pussy. They came to a complete stop as Heather's eyes grew quite large and a smile began to grow across her face. Her partner hesitated and tugged at her so that they could leave, but Heather resisted and pulled the other way as soon as they entered the room, she turned the young man pulled him close and reached up to kiss him. As he bent low to find her lips, she reached for his crotch to find a bigger surprised than she expected. As they broke the kiss, he began to remove his sports coat while Heather adjusted a couple of buttons on her dress and it slid down her body, pooling around her high heeled feet leaving her completely naked. By now the trio had changed positions; Rachel was on her knees on the bed being fucked from behind, he large white ass advertising her bimbo status as it bounced from the back door activity. She continued to suck on the man's cock as he lay across the bed. The newcomers' presence was barely noticed, but was welcomed as man fucking Rachel from behind decided to pace himself to make sure he could have a turn with the younger woman. His smile grew as he saw that she had a similar body style as the woman he was pumping. He wondered if she was a bimbo too, she didn't bare a tattoo, but as he watched her take entire length of the black cock she unleashed down her throat, he began to believe she could be. John could feel new energy flowing into the ring and surging into his body, there was serious fucking going on and he was looking forward to his first orgy. He entered the dining room seeing a spread of food fit for a king. There were all sorts of meats, many of which he didn't recognize until he tasted them, plenty of vegetables, breads and salads. On another table were eight varieties of deserts: pies, cakes, puddings, ice creams. As he picked and nibbled from the food, Jacqueline walked up to him and fed him a morsel of food from her plate. As she slowly pulled her fingers away John caught her hand and licked her fingers clean. "Mmmm, that was good," he said with a smile. She too smile and said, "The food or my fingers?" They chatted for a while until they were joined by Mary. She kissed her son on the cheek and then the lips. When she finished she asked, "Who's your friend?" What would have been a very awkward moment was one that John had been anticipating for some time now. "Mom, I'd like you to meet Jacqueline Smith." He said looking first at his mother and then to Jacqueline. "Jackie, this is my mother Mary Smith." He said in the same but opposite manner. He knew the two had never met despite being rivals for his father's love and affection. Each knew of the other, of course Mary did, but for Jacqueline, the reality of her husband infidelity had never manifested itself so strongly until now, this moment when she finally met the other woman. They glared at each, staring into each other's eyes as if trying to look into each other's soul. It seemed like a full minute pasted before anyone said anything. John used this time to realize how similar the two were in body styles. They could have been mirror images of each other except for their hair color and style. Finally, Mary extended her hand to Jacqueline's and said, "It's very nice to finally meet you Jackie." Jacqueline reached out her hand to accept Mary's and corrected her, "It's Jacqueline, no one calls me Jackie." She paused for effect and then continued, "Except for John." "Really, and why is that?" Mary asked already knowing that John had slept with her. Of course he did, that is who he is, he will eventually sleep with everyone, she thought. Jacqueline blushed slightly as she attempted to respond with a suitable answer, not truly knowing or understanding who John was or his true nature. "Let's just say that John can be pretty persistent when he wants to be. But, as his mother you probably already know that about him." Mary smiled and replied, "You have no idea." Jacqueline looked surprised by the answer, but shuddered to think that John must have been intimate with his mother. The idea disgusted her and her entire body became tense, which was obvious to both Mary and John. Mary turned her attention back to John said, "You'll need to take your place soon the ceremony is about to begin followed immediately by the orgy." She kissed John again on the mouth, lingering a bit as she swished her tongue around in his mouth before breaking the kiss. "I'll see you around later, Jackie." Mary said as she sauntered away, and leaving Jacqueline stunned. Jacqueline watched her rival walk away and then looked at John. She stuttered, perhaps for the first time, "I am not participating in an orgy and neither are my daughters," she said looked past John and seeing other guest now in varied states of undress moving towards the "great room". She knew that there had been discreet sex going on in any of the many rooms of the mansion that was fine, but she drew the line at group sex. It didn't appeal to her in the least. And she was about to tell John as much when he asked. "Do you know how dad made his fortune?" She was caught off guard by the question. It seemed so out of place. "Of course," she said. "He was into pharmaceuticals, I believe he pioneered several techniques, his doctorial was in science. I don't remember the specific discipline." "Hmm," John said as he rubbed his chin. "So you don't know." She looked at him quizzically. Before she could ask another question, Candace appeared with April and told John it was time to begin. April took John by the hand and asked Jacqueline to come with them. John offered his hand, but Jacqueline refused it choosing to followed closely behind them. April led them into the great room and then to the north end where a large chair resembling a throne sat, John looking a little sheepish but then took his place sitting the lush and comfortable chair, which sat upon risers which elevated it four feet off the floor. April and Jacqueline stood off to the right and waited. Just as Jacqueline was about to asked April what this ceremony was all about the lights dimmed and at the south end of the great room the crowd parted as caped and hooded people entered and made a semicircle in the front of the room before John. There were twenty in all, their heads remained bowed down, and you couldn't see their faces. They were all bare foot, their capes completely covering them as it reached the floor, and although you couldn't tell for sure, you knew they were naked beneath the robes. A spotlight appeared in the center of the room before them. On cue, one person from each end of the semi-circle met in the middle in the spotlight. They lifted their heads knocking back the hood revealing their identities. The first pair was Maria and Carmen. They smiled and must have done something to their capes because simultaneously the slid down their bodies to the floor revealing their tantalizing naked bodies. Sparkling in the spot light were twin diamonds which pierced each of their labias. They took a step forward posed in the most sensual way and then reached for John's ring hand kissing it reverently one at a time. They then separated and stood on either ends of John who sat perched on his throne watching with greater interest. Jacqueline jumped back into April as she made a space for the naked Carmen, as if touching her would transmit some disease. Immediately the next pair step forward, and followed the in the same manner as Maria and Carmen. It was Tammy and Elizabeth. Dropping their robes revealed their beautiful bodies which were as different as Maria and Carmen's were a like. Elizabeth's caramel coloring contrasted with Tammy's alabaster hue. They too worn diamonds in the same places as their predecessors and they reflected the light of the spot back to the front of the room. Next were Candace and Mary. Jacqueline gasped. Mary was stunning in her nudity and the fact that their bodies were similar wasn't lost on her. The pair followed as they others did, but when they posed they intertwined their bodies, embracing and kissed each other sensually before continuing. Their diamonds seemed to have changed colors during the exchanged causing the spectators to ooh and ah. Next were Karen Miller and the first of John's males, Jerome Fox. He was a muscular 6'4" blonde blue eyed Arian type and bisexual. John had assigned him the San Francisco and Bay areas. He wore a large diamond stud in his left ear; they were quite a couple and their pose had Karen bent backward as Jerome held her, reminiscent of the dance move known as a dip, but he stood between her legs and was pressed firmly against her, when they separated he had grown an impressive semi erection that got a reaction from all the spectators. Cindy was enjoying her night off from the boutique, she and Mark had been enjoying their growing relationship, and she gasped loudly at the sight of Jerome's semi hard cock. And knowing where this was all headed, she hoped to sample that big stick in one of her holes. and shuddered at the naughty thought. A Gift From His Father Ch. 14 When all of John's agents had completed their poses and were assembled to his right and left, John stood and hoisted his right hand in front of him as he balled it into a fist, all the lights dimmed, but as they dimmed the room grew brighter. A blue light was emanating from the ring, as the ring changed in shape and size from being a high school class ring to one of the most magnificent rings ever to have been forged. It was diamond and jeweled encrusted, with emeralds, sapphires and rubies. Its blue light continued to grow until the entire room was filled with the light. John pumped his fist and a large bolt of energy burst forth from out of the ring. It circled in some sort of cloud above the gathering, crackling like wood burning it a fireplace for several moments then shot forth separating into twenty separate bolts of energy striking each of the diamonds his agents wore and was absorbed into the jewels. Simultaneously they all doubled in size and began to emit the same strange blue light. The intensity continued to grow until it was so bright the glare was causing everyone to squint to protect their eyes. Suddenly, the light was extinguished and the room was completely dark and quiet. The spot light flashed on suddenly capturing John in its center. He stood silently. Every eye was on him and he lifted both hands slowly above his head and announced, "Let the Orgy begin!" The crowded cheered and roared, as the house lights came up about 60% and all John's agents waded into the crowd kissing, fondling and greeting people until they encountered their first sexual partners. Those still clothed quickly began shedding them and tossing them to the floor. A small army of servants moved unnoticed throughout the room collecting various pieces of clothing, assembling them into complete outfits, tagging them with the owner's identification and hanging them in closets until their owners came to claim them. The atmosphere in the Great Room was electric; the noise was so loud the music couldn't be heard. As John stepped down from his throne, he felt a tug on his arm and turned to see the face of a panicking Jacqueline Smith. He moved closer to hear what she was concerned over, but he already knew. "John, an orgy, seriously," The look on her face spoke volumes. "I can't participate in an orgy. What about my daughters, your sisters, I can't allow them to be a part of this. What would their father think?" John smiled, Jackie didn't have a clue about what John's father did, he never told her the whole story. "Jackie, it's okay. Everyone will have a good time, relax." "No, this is wrong. I have to find the girls. We are getting out of here." "Jackie, is this your first orgy," John asked as he pulled her into his embrace. "It will be fine, I promise, you and the girls don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You all love sex right, well then only do the things that you like. It will be fun. You'll see." Seeing John trying to sooth Jackie, Mary knew an opportunity when she saw it and strolled up to them, naked and glowing, her diamond stud still twice its normal size glistening in the dim light. "Hello, you two alright," she asked guessing the problem was reluctance on Jacqueline's part. "This is Jackie's first orgy and she is a little nervous." John told his mother. "Here, let me take care of her, John you have duties to attend to," Mary said taking Jackie by the hand allowing John to escape. "Mother will take good care of you, Jackie. Gotta go." Jacqueline turned to Mary, forgetting that she was already naked and stopped as she regarded the naked mistress of her late husband. "I am getting my daughters and we are leaving." "No you aren't Jackie, not until after you have eaten my pussy." Mary said employing her mind control powers on her unsuspecting rival. "And you should get out of those clothes, too and show me your sexy body." Jacqueline looked at Mary as if she had completely lost her mind, "Have you gone mad," she asked as she unzipped her gown. "We are getting out of here this minute, get out of my way." Her hands mindlessly unhooking a catch letting the gown fall to the floor around her ankles. She wasn't wearing any under garments so she was instantly naked. "You better watch your step, I wouldn't want to fall," Mary told her pointing to her gown lying at her feet. Jacqueline looked down in stunned surprised and stepped out of her gown. "What, how?" She was about to panic when Mary said. "Now that's much better, isn't it?" Jacqueline thought about it, "Yes, I feel much better, now. Thank you," she said with a confused look on her face. She had gotten herself all worked up, but now she didn't know why. "You feel much better naked, displaying your body for all to see." Jacqueline took a deep breath, it felt so good to get out of that stuffy gown. "You're feeling very horny now, aren't you?" Mary asked her. "Your nipples are hard and your pussy is getting moist." "Oh! She gasped. Yes, I am. How did you know?" "Oh, I know a great many things," Mary said as she admired Jacqueline's body. "For example, I know that you can't wait to put that pretty mouth and tongue in my pussy and you love eating pussy, especially mine. Am I right, Jackie?" Jacqueline blushed as her blood began to boil. Mary was right again. She did love eating pussy and she couldn't wait to taste Mary's. But she had to be calm and not let her get the upper hand, knowing how eager she was, Jacqueline thought she would be coy, trembling she stepped forward and took Mary into her arms, her hands roaming her former rival's body while her mouth found her face and began kissing her passionately for as long as she could hold out. She knew it wouldn't be long she was craving pussy juice; she could smell it and she had to have it. Sliding down Mary's luscious body pausing to sample her succulent tits, for just a moment before she pushed her face between Mary's legs while pushing her knees apart as Mary reclined on the plush carpet. Candice sauntered up to her newest contemporary Jerome Fox, the size of his manhood had captured her imagination, they hadn't yet met and she thought it was time she welcomed him to their little family. He was preoccupied sucking on a large cock, which left his cock free and waiting for her. She engulfed it completely, but had trouble keeping it down as he quickly grew bigger than she thought possible. Using two hands she continued to work the huge cock in and out of her mouth. John was worried about April, until Candace told her that she had prepared her daughter for the orgy. She would do only as mush as she was comfortable with and the next morning Candace would erase the memory. Ushered out of the bedroom for the ceremony Heather didn't get a chance to meet the woman in the bedroom with her, however as she moved through the room around the cushions and mattresses which seemed to have come out of nowhere, she saw the large bimbo tattoo ahead in the dim light on a pale ass wiggling back and forth. She was in her element, the sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the room. There were naked bodies fucking and sucking all around her and she felt as much at home as she ever had. She needed to have a cock in her, and she needed to meet the proud bimbo. She was confident that she would soon achieve both her goals. The group from the spa, including Samantha and Isabel had been ushered into the mansion; they left the Jacuzzi reluctantly, until they were told that the orgy would follow the brief ceremony. Samantha was eager to continue playing with Lee, the cute Asian guy whose cock she enjoyed sucking, they were walking together until Lee stopped and told her he'd left his watch by the hot tub and that he'd catch up with her. As Lee returned to the deserted pool area to where he had told Sam he left his watch, he looking around noticing most of the outdoor lights had been turned off; the pool was still and quite, the security guards could be seen in the distance on the perimeter. No one watched as Lee transformed from a young Asian male into a beautiful young black female with a nice large ass and smallish tits. She quickly made her way back into the mansion and easily blended with the amorous guest. Within the Ring of Power Dr. Zachary Smith monitored his security screens. It was a strange existence; he no longer had a body, but since that is all he knew he still saw himself that way. Something curious caught his attention; since there wasn't a lot to do in the limbo within the ring; he kept his mind busy by keeping track of things, in this case the number of people at the party and ratio of men to women. He noticed that the ratio suddenly changed and no new guests had arrived. Taking a closer look, he realized that there was one less male and one more woman. How could that be, he questioned himself. Then snapping his fingers, he had the answer, a shape-shifter. That explained everything, like how John lost the spy at the mall. But who was it? All he was certain of was that it was now female. He had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time. He needed to access the camera feeds and isolate the entire list of guests and match them to their entrance photos. He should probably notify John, but he didn't have enough proof. Maybe he should first locate his family and keep tabs on them, their movement and those in their proximity. What was he thinking; he could do all of that simultaneously. He located Samantha, she was riding cowgirl on a muscular Latin man; Isabel was nearby sucking a cock while being fucked from behind. But where was Heather? Rapidly scanning he soon found her; she was between the legs of Rachel who was squatting over her as she was being eating by a large black man. He scanned and again looking for Jacqueline and was surprised to find both Jacqueline and Mary together and they were engaged in a classic sixty nine, so far nothing to worry about. He watched his wife and mistress together for a while, if he had a body, his cock would be at full staff. He had forgotten how similar their bodies are. If there was one thing you could say about him, Dr. Zachary Smith he was consistent and knew what he liked. As he watched the two women pleasuring themselves he realized that he would never get tired of watching naked women, he sighed heavily as he returned to the work at hand. If he had he only been more careful, or not so ambitious, he thought. Who was he kidding he was a fool to think that he was smarter than the ancient technology of the rings. And he got just what he deserved. She wasn't used to this kind of constant attention, but she was thoroughly enjoying the endless sex. April didn't know such pleasure was possible. There was a guy fucking her from behind while she eagerly licked the pussy of a beautiful blonde whose name she didn't even know. She didn't know that she liked pussy and that surprised her. You would think that something like that she would remember. She seemed to know what she was doing because the blonde was screaming and shaking again as her juices flowed unto April's active tongue. The cock in her pussy was working magic on her and she was getting close to coming again herself. But she really was enjoying the pussy and right now, she wasn't sure which she liked best. It was something she never thought she would ever do, but now that she was here she was enjoying herself. She didn't know where Mark was and right now she didn't care. Cindy had a large cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. There was no guilt. She had to admit that she may never have the guts to do this again, so she was going to really enjoy herself. She loved the bodies of African American women, Maria thought as she watched the woman walk by. They seemed so confident and self assured, this one was no less, she practically glided through the room occasionally, touching and fondling bodies as she waded through the crowd. If she wasn't been so soundly fucked right then she would want to give her a try. "Hiya, Cutie," Rachel finally said. "Like I was hoping I'd get a chance to see ya again," as she took a break from sucking on Heather's extra large tits. Heather was licking around the emerald stud piercing Rachel's clitoris. "Like I love your piercings especially the emerald one," she said and quickly went back to work with greater enthusiasm. That was all Rachel needed as she surrendered to her passion. It wasn't long before her cries were joined by others as the orgy began to pick up steam. "Oh My God!" Tammy yelled and then giggled as she slapped John on his bare leg. "Get that thing away from me! You aren't going to put that in me" John had increased the size of his cock to impossible proportions. Having just had anal with Tammy, he felt like being playful, it had been a while since the two had been together. Tammy took hold of the 13 inch man meat and called Karen over to help. They took turns sliding it between each other's ample tits and licking the mushroom head as it emerged from between each of their twin mountains of flesh. The first three hours of the orgy was pretty intense, afterwards it slowed down to a more leisurely pace, people ate drank and lounged, then the servants delivered a variety of sex toys, mostly dildos (including strap-ons and double ended) and lotions. "John..." He waited for his son to realize that the voice calling him had originated in his mind. "Hey dad, what's up?" John replied without saying a word. "I don't want to alarm you but we have an intruder." His father filled him in on what he knew and what he planned to do. Right now there wasn't much they could do but be vigilant. They didn't know what the "shape shifter" had in mind and they still didn't know who it was. It was best to remain alert and watchful. John was ready for him this time. Reluctantly he extricated himself from Tammy and Karen and moved about the great room locating his step mother and sisters. They were all present and accounted for, although his mother Mary seemed to have been spending a great deal of time with Jackie. The girls weren't far away, they had each settled down with a partner and were either cuddling, fondling or engaging in some sex act between nibbling on food and drink. "Jackie, you will answer honestly any questions I ask you," Mary said to Jacqueline using her mind control powers on her again as she continued to lick and eat Mary's pussy. Pausing she said, "Yes, whatever you say. But I really don't like you calling me that. My name is Jacqueline," She said, as Mary's juices covered her face and she enthusiastically went back to sucking on Mary's pussy. "That's tough, get used to it." Mary sighed and thought to herself, I asked her to be honest. "Why do you insist on being such a bbbbitch?" Mary had trouble completing the sentence; Jacqueline's skill had increased and had Mary on the edge of coming. Lifting her head, her face now dripping with Mary's pussy juice she said, "You are or were the other woman, how do you expect me to treat you?" It dawned on Mary that she did have a point, but who could have resisted Zachary? He controlled her until his death. Didn't Jacqueline know that? "When did you first meet Zachary?" Pulling her face up again, Jacqueline seemed almost annoyed she was truly enjoying eating Mary's pussy. "We met in college, was a professor and I was one of his students. We married after my graduation. Father insisted that I graduate first." "So he was already the Master of the Ring?" She was about to return to her task, "Master of the ring, what do you mean. I don't understand." "You mean you don't know about the ring?" Mary asked incredulously. "The only ring that Zachary ever wore was his wedding ring. But it seems that didn't matter to some people." "There it was again," Mary thought. "She doesn't know. That is why she is being such a bitch. She thinks that I went after her husband." The servants continued to move quietly among the guest holding a tray of toys. Mary saw just what she needed and motioned the servant to her. Lifting it from the tray, she smiled this is what she needs. "Lie on your back, Jackie and play with your tits, while I adjust this thing." Jacqueline complied immediately. Her ample breast settled on her chest, sliding towards her armpits. She pulled at her nipples and they grew large and hard. Her nipples were very sensitive and it wouldn't take long for her to trigger an orgasm if she continued. "Spread your legs wide and be a dear and hold your pussy open for me." Mary commanded. As Jacqueline complied Mary moved forward and impaled her with a large black dildo she had strapped to her body. "This is my cock, Jackie. It is the largest cock you have ever had inside you. It is enormous; you'll come from it simple entering your pussy." Jacqueline couldn't believe her eyes; Mary had somehow sprouted a large angry black cock. It was huge and she was forcing it into her. She screamed, "Oooohhhh! Aaaahhhhhh!!! She was coming. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of surprise, fear, lust and delight. And she continued to come as Mary did her best impression of every male she'd ever been with sawing in and out in long steady strokes. As John continued to move though out this great room, occasionally joining a couple, threesome or group, he was remembering faces and taking inventory of his guest looking for anyone that didn't belong. He was close enough to Mary and Jacqueline to see their play had escalated to the use of toys and that Jacqueline seemed to be really enjoying herself and Mary seemed to be very proficient with a strap-on. Jacqueline seemed to be coming constantly and despite the nice buzz Mary was getting from the other end they were both tiring, both covered in sweat and panting. "From now on Jackie," Mary said. "Whenever you see me you will remember this moment, being on the receiving end of my big black cock. You will feel the urge to repeat this session, if that isn't practical you will crave to eat my pussy. You will remember the all the fun we had together at this orgy. And if you hear me say the word 'bitch' you will immediately have a strong climax. Now why don't you go clean yourself up and get something to drink, you look parched." With that said Mary pulled out of Jacqueline and walked away, the dildo swinging back and forth as she walked, dripping with Jacqueline's juices. A servant handed her a towel, she graciously accepted and then removing the phallic she placed it on the servant's tray. She was having a great time; Candace hadn't participated in an orgy since her college years. This was head and shoulder above that. Back then the orgies seemed to be spontaneous, this was extremely well planned and better executed. There was no detail they hadn't taken into consideration. The staff was polite and almost invisible until needed. She was just finishing her white wine, when she saw him again. It had been years since she had seen Mark, he was just a boy then, he played with April and John, and here he was now all grown up now and was a fine specimen of young adulthood not to mention the monster swinging between his legs. He didn't recognize her and that was fine with her as he looked at her from across the room, toweling off as he down a few gulps of his Coors Lite. She smiled at him and he tossed his towel aside, picked up his beer making his way over to her. After a few pleasantries, they kissed and Candace felt his manhood grow and slip between her legs. "Hmm, what do you feed that thing," she said as she captured it in her pussy. "Beautiful blondes," he said smiling as he felt the warmth of her pussy. "Shall we?" "I thought you'd never ask," Candace replied as she sat on the nearby sofa and Mark lowered his head to her perfect tits, taking a nipple into his mouth he sucked. It surprised him when he felt her sweet milk enter his mouth. It was refreshing and he continued to suck in earnest. A Gift From His Father Ch. 14 Candace hadn't intended for her milk to flow, she was more focused on getting some cock from this young man she had watched grow up. But, decided to have some fun anyway. "That's enough for now, why don't you show me what you can do with that piece of meat growing between your legs." Mark didn't hesitate, even if he hadn't been under the control of Candace's mind control milk. He pulled his big brown cock down and lined it up with Candace's gaping pussy and pushed in. The feeling was incredible, Candace told him and he agreed. There was no better feeling then entering her pussy and he will want to do it as often as possible and whenever he entered any pussy he would think of hers. Candace put her ankles on Marks shoulders and he continued to drive into her like a man possessed. It wasn't long before he brought her to a nice climax, as he came too in a loud roar. He was panting delighting in the aftermath; she felt him growing soft and she said, "Again." He quickly began to firm up and grew harder than before and with new found strength he continued to stoke in and out of her. She wasn't sure what it was, the power of being able to control this young stud or the fact that he was forbidden fruit, almost like John, but he was taking her breath away and she was coming almost immediately. She screamed and told him not to stop. Just as her screaming subsided she felt it building quickly again. It was like a great roller coaster, climbing hills and dropping fast through sudden falls. She was coming again. She had been fucked many times, sucked a half dozen cocks of various sizes, and licked at least as many pussies, but was still not satisfied. She was beginning to realize that John and she would never be exclusive. She didn't know how to feel about that, she thought as she stood naked drinking with a few of the people she had just finished playing with; it was eerie how comfortable everyone was with each other's nudity. The guys seemed to be in a state of semi erection, while the women sported enlarged pussies and nipples were anywhere from hard pebbles to soft and puffy. She found it strange, but she wished that this party would never end. It was very early in the morning now. It wouldn't be long before the sun would be rising. She looked over her shoulder and saw John slowly making his way toward her. Her heart began beating faster, she couldn't help it. She loved him since they were children. She realized that she may never get over him; she would just have to accept that. "Hey you," he said as he gently fondled her naked ass and kissed her lips, pulling her close to him. April melted. She conformed to his body like they were made for one another; she placed both hand to his face and returned the kiss. The group disbursed leaving them alone. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He said as he slowly removed his lips from hers. "Yeah, I am," she admitted. "I am probably gonna be sore tomorrow, but I wish this party would never end. It is too bad that people couldn't live like this all the time." "We'd never get any work done." John said as he moved April to the love seat and they sat, John first and April on his lap. "You're probably right," she agreed. "I missed you." She said as she leaned in on him and played with the hair falling into his face. They talked and kissed, cuddled and played. Before long April was bouncing on John's large cock as he fondled and played with her bouncing breasts. The lights were low, but had been that way for some time so everyone had adjusted to it and John continued to scan looking for the uninvited guest. April was doing some amazing things with her Kegel muscles and John was just about to close his eyes and delight in the feeling when he saw her. He knew it must be her because he didn't recognize her from any of the guest. She was moving through the great room slowly, joining a couple or group for a few minutes and seemed to be making her way to the north end of the large room where his sisters were engaged in a daisy chain. She was a nice looking Black woman, nice smallish tits, small waist and a nice ass a little on the large size, but worked well on her. She didn't seem to have a preference as she sucked on any and all genitalia available to her. At that moment, Dr. Smith showed John images from the pool camera which caught the shape shifter changing from an unidentified Asian man to the woman John spied. It was eerie watching him sprout tits as his penis retracted his hair change and grow longer as his skin darkened and his body hair all but disappeared, in a matter of seconds. April was coming again and John needed to get away without spoiling his time with her, so he increased her pleasure and her orgasm increased in intensity and duration, he came too. She was out of breath and he lifted her off of him and set her down beside him, a servant handed him a towel and he lightly patted her down just as Rachel joined them. Before April could protest she was between her legs licking up the seed John had just deposited. John excused himself promising to return, as Rachel sent April over the edge again. The shape shifter was closing in on the girls, John had alerted his security and they were starting to close the distance as ohn was approaching from the other side. When the black woman spotted security, she dove into a group of partiers and changed back into the Asian man, thinking that she wouldn't be suspected and mounted the nearest woman to him from behind. It turned out to be Heather who had been munching on a blonde woman's pussy while another woman was kneeling over the blonde's face. "Oh, hiya sweetie. That feels so good. Don't stop," she said as she pushed back matching her new friend stroke for stroke. Realizing that they weren't fooled and that they were almost upon him, the Asian man pushed Heather forward knocking her into the other women and causing them some discomfort. He turned to run, when Heather tackled him and shimmed up his body going for his cock that was so temptingly near. That was enough time for John and security to catch up. Pulling him to his feet, they easily escorted him to a room they had reserved for him. None of the guest was the wiser, except for Heather whom John helped up and held a little closer than he intended. "What's going on?" She asked. "Where are you taking him?" She didn't realize the threat he was. And John realized that the shape shifter didn't realize who Heather was probably due to his bimboizing of her. And Heather seemed to have unwittingly saved the day. Nevertheless Heather urges were still in charge of her and John's cock was way to close; before he could react Heather had his cock in her pussy and was humping him like a dog in heat. John was stunned. He didn't want to have sex with Heather or any of his sisters, but it appears another line had just been crossed. He thought about pushing her off, but she did just help him capture the shifter and now they would learn what was going on. The security team had been briefed and quickly secured the man to a chair and locked him in the room with another security person. Three cameras were watching as the naked Asian man as he sat helplessly waiting for his pending interrogation. Meanwhile, Heather had pushed John to the floor and was wildly riding him, her large tits bouncing all over the place. Most people had slowed down, exhausted from a night full of unbridled sex, so Heather's enthusiasm caused her to stand out among the other partiers, catching April's attention along with Samantha, Isabel and Rachel. It wasn't long before they all gathered around the two watching and waiting for their turn. "You are so busted," Rachel said to John. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 15 "What's going on?" Heather asked. "Where are you taking Lee?" she didn't understand that Lee was threat to her and her family. John realized that the shape-shifter didn't recognize Heather, probably due to his "bimboizing" of her, which changed her appearance. Heather had unwittingly saved the day with her lust. Nevertheless her bimbo urges were still in charge of her and John's cock was much too close for comfort; and before John could stop her Heather sucked his perpetually erect cock right into her pussy and was humping him like a dog in heat. John was stunned. He didn't want to have sex with Heather or any of his sisters, but he couldn't stop now. Why hadn't he remembered that she was controlled by the sexual needs that he had instilled in her? She was amazing, and quickly distracted him, she was tight too. Apparently, all the fucking and sucking she'd been performing had taught her how to use what she'd been given. Despite himself he was enjoying it. But he had to seem to put up a little fight, shouldn't he? It appears he had crossed yet another line. She did just help him capture the shape-shifter and now they would hopefully learn what was going on and perhaps who was behind all of this. So, all things consider he should let her enjoy this; he would try not to enjoy it too much. John's security team had been properly briefed and they quickly secured the naked man to a chair and locked him and one guard a secure room. Cameras were recording everything from every imaginable angle, as the Asian man sat slumped helpless in his chair waiting for his interrogation. Meanwhile, Heather had pushed John to the floor and was wildly riding him, her large tits bouncing everywhere. During this point in the orgy most people had slowed exhausted from the long night of unbridled sex, so Heather's enthusiasm made her to stand out among the other partiers, catching April's attention along with Samantha, Isabel and Rachel. It wasn't long before they joined the other all gathered around the two watching, waiting and fondling themselves preparing for their turns with the Master of the Ring of Power. "You are so busted," John heard Rachel say. Looking up at the four women who stood in front of the small group that surrounded him, John saw that Isabel and her sister Samantha were now fingering their pussies with greater enthusiasm as they imagined being in their sister's place. April stood nearby and like his sisters was more turned on than she realized. She'd never seen John with another woman before and had yet to meet his sisters so didn't know the women next to her. As she glanced at them and back to John, she drifted back to their last lovemaking session, remembering how incredibly good a lover John was and before she realized her hands began moving on their own. Her right hand reached for her pussy while the other pulled roughly at her nipples one at a time. Rachel didn't wait to be asked, she saw an opportunity and squatted over John's available mouth. It was after all an orgy and it didn't take long before they all joined in. They had to do a little rearranging and formed a daisy chain. John shrugged; the shape-shifter wasn't going anywhere and it was a party. After two hours, they were all satisfied and John had violated his final taboo, having a variety of sex with each of his sisters at least twice. It seemed his appetite for sex was increasing, he could have gone on longer, but the women were exhausted, covered in sweat and panting as they all seemed to be experiencing post coital mini climaxes. Most of his guest seemed to have worn themselves out and had now curled up together and were sleeping comfortably; the servant staff had distributed light blankets to those who needed them. The large beds of the guest bedroom accommodated the others; many had five or six to a bed. As John walked through his mansion surveying the damage, he drew on his abilities to clean and dress himself. Approaching the security room where his prisoner waited, he was ready, his blue jeans and tight muscle shirt made him look as if he were there to administer a beating instead of an investigation. Before entering he retrieved his iPhone from his pocket and willed the camera's video to display to his phone large screen. The guard was sitting back in his chair reading a Tom Clancy novel occasionally looking up to make sure the prisoner was still secure. Fast forwarding through the video, he saw that nothing appeared to have changed the entire time the shifter was in custody. John entered the room and the guard stood. "Anything to report," John asked, already knowing there was none. "No sir," the guard stood and reported, allowing his military conditioning loose, "He hasn't said a word, sir." "Thank you. Would you please wait outside," John said. The guard left, but not before sizing John up, and was impressed with his physique. He didn't remember John being so muscular, lacking his military training he felt confident that John could handle anything the prisoner could dish out. John stood in front of the prisoner, looked down and asked in a slow measured cadence that showed he didn't have much patience. "Why are you here?" There was no reply. "What is your interest in my sisters?" There was silence as the prisoner looked up at John sizing him up. "What is your name and who do you work for?" Still no answer and the prisoner didn't blink as he stared through his inquisitor. "Very well, you wish to play games, fine. You need a little prodding, I am prepared for that. Don't worry, you will tell me what I want to know." John said as he pulled up the empty chair, turned it around and straddled it backwards. "I hope you like that person you shape-shifted into Dennis, because you may be in that shape for a long time." The shape shifter looked at John, unsure how he had learned his true name. "Last chance to change into your original form." John waited. "No?" John asked. "Alright Mr. Sour, I have a better idea. Why don't I just change you into what I want? I understand that changing a shape-shifter against their will can be somewhat painful, isn't that right?" The man looked a little worried, but remained silent. "Dennis Sour, really? That had to be a tough name to grow up with, Sour. And now you are wearing a sour face. I'll bet you aren't Asian at all too." The shifter watched John carefully, but still was unwilling to speak. "Okay, Dennis," John said, clearly not willing to play interrogator any longer, "or should I call you Denise?" John watched as the man's face became more feminine, the "five o'clock shadow" began to fade and then disappeared completely. His hair began to grow long and fell beyond his shoulders as his nipples began to grow and his areolas expanded of his chest until he had a pair of B cup tits. His cock and balls retracted into his body leaving the unmistakable essential female organ. Dennis had indeed become Denise and was gritting his/her teeth as he/she rode out the pain expressed on a very feminine face. She had a little room in her bonds she wasn't nearly as large as Dennis had been, but was still securely held in her seat. The painful look on her face melted into one of complete shock, as she realized what John had done. If he could force her to change against her will what else was he capable of? "Ready to talk, yet," John asked again. "No? Okay, fine. The reason I turned you into a woman is because it will be easier to control and punish. For example, did you know that you are addicted to anal sex?" The shifter looked uncomfortably at John; realizing that having something stuffed in her ass to would feel really good, then shuddered knowing that John had planted the thought, and remained quiet. "That's right, anal sex is better than virginal sex for you, but you still like it and double penetration is your favorite." The shifter began to squirm a little and beads of perspiration began to appear on her brow, she had this memory of being penetrated by two men one in each of her tiny holes and how good it felt. "Yes, you are the happiest when you have two big cocks filling you. You're craving them right now aren't you?" She was unconsciously trying to scoot back and forth on the chair trying to scratch an itch that she didn't realize she had until just now. "In fact if you don't get at least one cock in your ass soon, you will go mad, isn't that right?" The shifter began to nod as she continued trying to scratch the itch. She was at the end of her endurance; sweat was now coating her body. "My security guys are pretty horny, not being able to participate in the party, being on duty and all. They might just break a little thing like you, what do you think?" She was moaning softly now. "Well, I might as well let them get started; you'll be fine in a few days. You are using birth control, aren't you? Oh, that's right you are newly a woman. Maybe you'll be a mom soon, too?" John stood and put the chair back, looked at the helpless woman once more and reached for the door knob. "No, wait!" ...................................... It wasn't long before John had learned everything he could from the shape-shifter. He wasn't surprised that she gave into his threats, they were real. She would be unable to control her urges and behavior. Furthermore, since the shifter was really a male, and had yet to really experience his sex life as a female, he was going to get a new perspective on life. It appeared that the shifter, Dennis/Denise Sour was actual a spy for whom he/she didn't seem to know; unfortunately he/she had been hired over the phone. She did know that her contractors were aware that the Ring of Power had changed hands. They assumed that Dr. Smith had found a way to transfer it to one of his daughters. They didn't know Dr. Smith had a son, although there was speculation and that was now confirmed, thanks to Denise's reports. John looked at the shape-shifter, smiled and concentrated. "You are totally loyal to me and to me alone, do you understand." John said as he looked upon the Asian small woman. She looked back at him and said. "I am loyal to you and you alone, master." "You would rather die than betray me, isn't that right." "I will give my life for you, master," she said. Leaning forward John inserted his ring finger into the shape-shifter's gaping pussy; she didn't yet understand how to sit like a lady. He then placed his thumb where he want the jewel, when he removed his hand, there was a bright blue sapphire piercing her labia. This was the first time John had used the sapphire stone on anyone. It allowed him to at time be able to see and hear what the wearer saw and heard. Some masters have even been able to control the wearer like puppets he learned. Of course the sapphire like all the jewels his agents wore can't be removed by anyone but John or death was certain. Opening the door, John asked the security guard back into the room. He told him to release woman, find her some cloths and a place to sleep. The guard came back in surprised to see the bound naked Asian woman sitting where he'd left the prisoner. She was kind of cute he thought. But, his eyes didn't spend much time on her face. He quickly appraised her body, smallish tits, cherry red nipples, nice pussy open to his gaze with a small black thatch of straight hair. She was thin but looked fit, probably about 5'2" tall and 105 pounds. "Yea," he thought, "I'd do her." Suddenly, it dawned on him and he asked, "What happen to the guy?" John looked at him quizzically and said. "You are mistaken. There was no guy, only this woman. Do what I asked and don't think about it again." "I am sorry sir; I am mistaken, I don't know what I was thinking. Let me find her something to wear and a place to bed down for the night." The security guard said as he enthusiastically bent down before the young woman cutting her bonds with his Gerber knife while he stared into her pussy, which was wet and dripping juices. John left the two. Denise finally realized that her pussy was wet and wide open and cursed to herself, as she realized the guard was staring. She was now a woman, for how long she didn't know. Worst of all she didn't know the first thing about being a woman except how for how to blend in. He had always been a quick study; she hoped that she would quickly pick it up, too. She didn't want to disappoint her master. She thought about how good it would feel to have a cock in her pussy and ass, and shuddered. She was a guy in a woman's body. Did that make her gay? Images of getting fucked invaded her mind as the guard helped her up. She steadied herself and knocked the images back, her master said for her to dress and rest. She wouldn't disappoint her master. "Dad, have you been listening?" John directed his thoughts to his father. "Yea, John." Dr. Zachary Smith replied from the confines of the Ring of Power. "We still don't know who is behind this." "I am the Master of the Ring of Power," John said for the first time, finally fully accepting the fact. "So...should I be worried about say the master of the nuclear bomb?" His dad chuckled. "There is no such thing. There's four other rings, but none more powerful than yours." "What?" John thought so hard he was almost shouting. "There are four more rings! Four more masters out there operating like me? Why didn't you tell me that?" "Sorry John, you know there is only so much I can tell you until you ask the right questions. But there aren't necessary four masters of the remaining rings. A master may have more than one ring. In fact that had been the goal of many masters in the past, to own all five rings, or at least as many as possible." "Well, even that would have been good to know. So we need to talk more often. Let's make it daily for starters. Say first thing in the morning, like the president gets his morning briefing. And don't hold back information if you can help it. Geeze! Tell me about these four other rings." "There are the Ring of Justice, the Ring of Vengeance, the Ring of Truth and the Ring of Peace." "Are they powered like my ring?" "No, not by sexual energy as far as I know, by similarly, from what I understand they are powered through attributes of what their name implies. In other words, for example, the Ring of Truth would be powered by being around people who are honest." "Sounds like the good guy." John said. "Careful, son," his father said. By those standards, the Ring of Power would be reduced to mean the ability to influence people's behavior and authority such as legitimate governments. However, others can see it as evil or unjust. The exercise of power is accepted as endemic to humans as social beings. Power is often expressed as good and evil." He said. "It seems the other Masters are curious as to which one you will be." John wasn't sure he understood what his father had just said. I all sounded so academic, but he did get the point. "And what about you father? Which one were you?" "Me, I tried to walk a tight rope, but I think that my imprisonment seems to answer that question, don't you think?" "I guess so." John said regretting asking the question the way he did. "Look, it's not about me, John it's about the man you want to be. The ring has built in protection to keep Masters in line, as we've previously spoken about. Do you remember the rules? "Sure, balance! I need to be sure to do good deeds and be generous to others." "And when was the last time you practiced that generosity?" "Point taken," John thought. "I have been a little selfish lately," John admitted. ................................... The sun was just rising over the eastern mountains at 6:50; all of his guests were all sleeping. The staff was busy tiding up and preparing for breakfast and brunch. John finalized his plans to redistribute his agents and notifying them telepathically. Jerome Fox and Tammy Bowen would be moving to Southern California, the Los Angeles area and more specifically the San Fernando Valley, where they would mingle with the adult entertainment crowd, probably becoming stars in the industry. The others would have their areas enlarged to cover the gaps until John recruited more agents. To the agents headed for SoCal John made a few minor physical and mental alterations to give them advantages that would ensure their success in this industry, such as prolonged stamina and larger assets. He expected their output to well exceed their quotas. Restless and no longer requiring much sleep, John moved about his mansion looking into all the rooms accounting for everyone including his hired security. He chuckled to himself as he observed several men sporting morning wood, and the creative sleeping arrangements. His sisters were sharing a bed with two other guys. He found Mark still with Candace cuddled up their limbs intertwined. He was a little concerned that he was spending so much time with her; he hoped that she hadn't taken advantage of his childhood friend. Candace can be so, self centered at times, which reminded him that he'd yet to account for Cindy. After checking all the rooms he found her asleep on top of Jerome as he lay upon his back in a corner of the great room. He was so large compared to her, it was like she was sleeping on a single mattress. He was surprised to find his mother and Jacqueline together; Jackie's head was still resting on his mother's thighs while her hands were holding Jackie's shoulders, it was if they simply ran out of steam. It pleased him because it appeared that they didn't like one another, I guess that too had changed. They were still the most beautiful women in the house, even asleep with their hair and their makeup skewed. He was beginning to get concerned when he didn't see April anywhere, until he remembered the one place he hadn't looked. Running up the stairs taking them two at a time, startling the security guards posted at the top of the stairs, causing the man to jump to his feet and almost saluted as he opened the door to master suite. John slowed as he entered and saw April sound asleep in his king size four post bed. As if she sensed his arrival she turned on her side and opened her eyes. "Hey you," she said as she stifled a yawn and stretched her left arm causing the silk sheet to fall from her chest exposing her magnificent cream colored breasts. "Hey you, yourself," John replied. "How did you get into my private quarters," he teased. "I used my feminine wilds," she said as she sat as if illustrating the point, her lovely breast jiggled for a moment before settling in place and defying gravity. "No, you'd have to do better than that." John said gleefully, knowing full well that she was the only one whom security would have allowed in. He walked up to her as she pulled the remaining covers off and stood revealing her glorious naked body. She easily slipped into his embrace, they kissed for a time, then April pulled away looking at him curiously surprised how fresh her breath tasted, not knowing that John used his powers to completely clean her of last night's festivities. Like magnets being drawn to one another, they were ready to make love to one another again, despite all the sex they'd already had. April couldn't help think how totally smitten she was with John, but now she knew that she held a special place in his heart, too. After slowly and tenderly bring her climax several times, John finally released a large volume of his seed into her. They had used many positions, but the finale with John walking and carrying April as she thrust back and forth on him until her energy was completely diminished was the best. As John gushed into her, she couldn't help coming again as she wrapped her legs tightly around John's ass and lower back. John easily carried her weight even as he climaxed. A Gift From His Father Ch. 15 They could have spent the rest of the morning in bed, but John had a special errand in mind. "Would you like to get dressed and go with me for a quick trip? We'll be back in an hour or so." "Sure, but I don't remember where I left my clothes." Just then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," John called. A servant entered carried Aprils clothing and footwear. "Thank you," John said as she left them on the valet stand. April smiled and said, "I will be ready in a few minutes, just as soon as I shower and use the toilet." ................... Before long April was seated next to John as they sped down the road in his Nissan 370Z. I didn't take them long before they reached the city and John steered the car deeper into the urban sprawl and into its seeder side where he stopped in front of the Mountain View Rescue Mission and Homeless shelter. There were several men milling around outside, smoking and simply hanging out. April looked at John as if she were about to question him, but figured she just follow his lead and see where this was going. John jumped out of the car before April could move was around her side to open her door and took her hand as he helped her emerge from the sports car. Together they entered the shabby building looking as if they were going to meet a priest to discuss marriage. Entering the building they found themselves in the dining hall where there as a staffer or volunteer mopping the floor, John asked if he could direct him to the person in charge. The worker pointed to a door marked office, after thanking the volunteer they walked the short distance and knocked on the door. The door quickly opened by a short portly middle aged man who was actively engaged in a heated phone conversation; he waved John and April in as he continued his conversation aggressively arguing his point to no avail. Frustrated he finally hung up abruptly. "Hello, I'm Mike Simpson. What can I do for you? Obviously, you don't appear to need a place to stay for the night, and looks like you haven't missed any meals," he joked as he extended his hand and looked April and John over while vigorously pumping each enthusiastically. It would appear that he didn't get many visitors. "Hello, I am John Smith and this is my friend April Martin. Are you the manager of the facility?" "Yeah, manager, janitor, cook, and dish washer. You could say I wear many hats. How can I help you?" "How long have you been running the place?" You seem to be pretty dedicated." "A few years I guess. I got laid off during the recession and found myself homeless after my resources ran dry. The shelter helped me out and eventually gave me a job. I worked my way to the top and now run the place. I don't think I would have made it through if it hadn't been for this place and the people who work here." "That's great, good for you, Mike!" John said, truly understanding and feeling what Mike had told them. "By the way, I couldn't help but hear that you are having problems with Pacific Gas & Electric." "You heard right. We are behind in our payment and they are going to shut off our power tomorrow if it isn't paid in full." "Ouch," John said. "How much do you owe?" "$10,000.00," Mike said. "Yikes," said April. "How'd that happen? I mean how did you fall so far behind?" Mike confessed. That they have been managing on a shoe string budget for a long time, providing much needed services, without being able to afford them, taking money from one pocket to pay for other equally important services. But, the books have been kept by volunteers and not well managed. PG&E had been willing to work with them, they just ran out of time and PG&E ran out of patience. "So, Mr. Smith..." "Call me John," he interrupted. "All right, John, then...unless you have ten grand laying around that you don't need, I doubt if we will be here long enough for you to volunteer in our soup kitchen on Christmas Day." "Well, I think I am in a position to help you Mike. And I do have the money to pay your electric bill, but I am not willing to turn it over to you unless you hire someone responsible who can keep your books." Mike Simpson was speechless and his mouth was hanging open caught completely off guard. These two didn't look like the philanthropic type, they looked more like "Ken & Barbie" he thought. He quickly recovered and said, "Hire someone to keep the books; I can't pay myself to manage this place, let alone hire someone." "Mike, you misunderstand me. You are going to give yourself a raise and hire the people you need to run this place the right way and more. I am going to make a sizable donation, but only if you first find a reliable bookkeeper." Stunned silent again Mike could only nod. John turned to April and said, "April will be taking care of all the details. I want to make sure that your management is sound, if you can pull that off; I am willing to invest heavily in you and your facility. I am interested in working with you Mike; don't let the owners or the board push you around. This doesn't work without you." John turned to April and asked her to give him her card. April blinked and John nodded to her purse. She shrugged and opened it. There on top were several cards that read "Smith and Associates", they had her name and contact data printed on them. She covered her surprise and handed Mike two of her cards. "I want to see a business plan as soon as possible." John took out his iPhone 5S and made a few notes. "I have taken care of the utility bill and expect a shipment of food and bedding supplies tomorrow. Don't let me down, Mike." John stood signaling that the meeting was over, followed by April leaving the surprised facility manager sitting. John extended his hand and Mike jumped to his feet taking the hand and pumping it more vigorously than before, releasing it grabbed April into a huge bear hug, releasing her he thanking them profusely as he walked them to the cluttered main entrance. As soon as they got in the car, April turned to John and kissed him. John smiled and quickly pulled away. "That was so awesome! Wow!" Then she frowned and said, "I don't know the first thing about running a homeless shelter." "Yes you do. And what you don't know you'll figure out. I want this to be a cutting edge facility. I want us to do things that others only dream about. I want to solve the homeless problem in this city." April thought about it for a minute. John was right, she had several ideas of how to make this facility more productive and if she had questions she was enrolled in college after all, she had several resources to draw on. She could make it project and earn extra credit. "Apes," John said interrupting her thoughts. "Looks like you are working for me now. Would you also do a little research and find me a good hungry law firm, if I am going to do this looks like I am going to need to make sure all this stuff is done right. And if you would find out whom own the building and the land, the law firm can do the rest of the research; I want to know what I am dealing with." April agreed her head swimming with possibilities. She was quiet, as John drove, her mind was spinning with ideas and began compiling a "to do list" on her iPhone. As John maneuvered through the city streets he increased April's ability to problem solve and compartmentalize. He watched her smile as she solved a minor problem and looked up surprised that they were already approaching her neighborhood. She asked that John drop her off at home, there was a lot of work for her to do and she wanted to get started right away. She had ridden with her mother and Rachel to John's place she didn't have to worry about retrieving her car. Within a minute they arrived at her home, she kissed John passionately and thanked him for the opportunity to help, forgetting completely about the sexual marathon she participated in last night. It was just as well, because her mother Candace would wipe her mind of it all anyway. But she wouldn't forget about this new mission of hers, outside of school this would be her main focus. She was so excited she hurried into the house, waved good bye to John and closed the door. John returned to the party just as his guests were waking, enjoying their meal as the orgy was slowly resumed. Many of the guests were in a state of semi dress, a little shy in the early morning light. Some wore togas that servants had distributed, while others felt comfortable continuing naked in the warm house. Since the party was due to end just before noon, many of the guest felt rejuvenated after a few hours of sleep and were ready to continue the festivities. Maria and Carmen had had just finished sharing a small spinach omelet when they saw their former tormentors, the Smith triplets from across room. Carmen whispered to Maria and she nodded her approval. Together they approached the sisters as they were chatting among themselves as they sipped their coffees. "Hello," Carmen said, "are you ladies done for the day or are you willing to play some more?" Samantha and Isabel looked at each other and smiled, until the orgy they hadn't been with any other females other than each other. These two Latin women were smoking hot. Even during the orgy they had shared their female lovers with nearby men. Heather was already out of her seat, she pulled on a tab and her toga slid off her body and she let it pool at her feet and stepped out of it. She reached Maria and then found her mouth with her own. Samantha and Isabel got up and followed Heather's lead, and Carmen smiled and pulled the two girls to her. Cynthia's lust surprised her. She knew this was the last few hours of the orgy and she didn't want it to end. She had to admit she was beginning to chafe from all the fucking she had been doing. She lost count of the number of partners she'd been with last night. She hadn't seen Mark since early last night and didn't have a clue where he'd gotten off to. She wasn't concerned, although they were an item, their relationship was still developing. She sipped her Mimosa and finished her eggs and toasts shuddering as she thought back on all the orgasms she'd been subjected to, and smiled. She would need her strength for the home stretch and she was determined to find Jerome one more time. Others had resumed their sexual adventures and she was eager to join in again. As she was wandered through the mansion there were couples and groups having sex all over the place, on the staircase, in the hall and back outside in the pool area, even though the day wasn't nearly as warm as yesterday. She past a party of five women and was tempted to join in, until she realized that three of them were the Smith sisters, that might make it awkward doing business later. Strange thing, she thought, it seemed like all three sisters were ministering two of John's agents. The beautiful Spanish women, she didn't blame them, they were stunningly beautiful. She watched a while as the sisters sucked their pussies as if there was no tomorrow. Samantha and Isabel had their heads between the legs of each one, while Heather moved back and forth stimulating their clits with her tongue and fingers. She was getting hot just watching it. As luck would have it Jerome took a seat next to her and struck up a conversation. "I've been looking for you," he said, as he gently reached out to brush a lock of hair from her face. "Really," Cynthia replied, "And why is that?" "Last night was just the appetizer, and besides you have the most amazing green eyes and I just had to touch the mind behind them and see who was in there." The women began to moan, distracting Jerome and Cindy, they watched for a while as the ladies changed positions. "Well," Cynthia said, "if the truth be known, I have been looking for you, too." "Really," Jerome said mimicking Cynthia, "And why is that?" She laughed, "Nothing as deep as you, I just wanted more of your huge cock." She turned a deep shade of red, never being as bold before, perhaps it was the liquor kicking in. Jerome smiled. "Are you sure, after last night and what we shared together I wouldn't want to break you. I am not insured." Jerome said as he looked her up and down, her toga barely covering her lady parts. "What if I sign a waiver," she asked, releasing her toga and letting it fall down around her. Jerome moved closer and they kissed as they began exploring each other's bodies. Before too long, Cynthia was climbing his oversized pole attempting to force as much into her pussy as possible. Meanwhile at the opposite end of the great room, Mark was sawing his hard cock in an out of Candace again. She told him that he would never tire of fucking her and she was right. Mark was enamored with Candace and never wanted to leave her side or in this case her pussy. Candace thought that Mark might just be a good substitute for John, if there was such a thing. She realized that she needed to be working, but when she wasn't Mark might be enough to help her get through John's infrequent visits. They changed positions again, and Candace was now riding Mark as he played with her bouncing breasts. Nothing else mattered as much as Candace's happiness, Mark thought as she came again. He was amazed at his stamina, they had been fucking for almost an hour and he wasn't close to coming. That was strange, he thought, but quickly put it out of his mind. Candace wanted him in her ass now. Mary was pleased with how good Jacqueline had become at eating her pussy, the woman was a natural, or maybe it was all the practice she was getting. As Mary shuddered through another climax she decided that she needed to mingle these last few hours remaining. She accepted towels from one of the servants and tossed one in Jacqueline's face, as she pulled her head up. "There you are my pet; you've done a good job. Why don't you clean up and get something to eat, we may see each other again before it is over." And with that Mary got her feet and sauntered off into the party leaving Jacqueline watching her jiggling naked body as she greeted and cuddle other nearby guest. "I believe I may have misjudged her," Jacqueline thought, as she absentmindedly licked her fingers after catching the remaining juices dripping from her face. "Johnny," his father caught his attention as he watched the intense sexual action continuing throughout the mansion, "You've one last task which will complete the orgy and your coming out party, pardon the pun." "What's that?" He asked as he watched Cynthia enthusiastically sliding up and down Jerome huge cock with the grace of a ballerina, her face contorted as she screamed out as another orgasm overcame her. "That is for you to give out favors to your guests. You needn't include your agents, unless you want to, but you must grant favors or gifts to the rest. It is tradition." "You mean like healing diseases or enlarging tits, those kind of favors?" John asked. "Yes, just like that. Whatever you deem suitable." "Okay." John replied. "Now I am like the Godfather." "No John, you are the Master of the Ring of Power. And you are obligated to be generous on occasions like this. It will be fun. Think of it as the closing ceremony." John made his way reluctantly to his throne, his father said that he had to claim it and from there grant his favors. As soon as he sat down, servants brought him some scramble eggs, wheat toast, three strips of thick crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice. As he ate he watched the orgy take its last breath and people began to gather around him sitting on pillows, all mostly naked or in their togas, the women leaving one breast exposed. When he was finished a servant took away his plate and glass and he notice all eyes were on him. "Well," he said amplifying his voice as if he were using a microphone, "looks like everyone had a pretty good time." His audience cheered, catching him off guard and he laughed as he continued. "It is a tradition that at the end of affairs such as this that I grant each of my guest a favor. So, if you would come forward when I call your name we'll get started." A few people repositioned themselves and John saw that the first person he wanted to reward. "Heather." he called seeing her sitting with his step sisters. "Please come here." She got to her feet and stopped in front of him, her naked shapely bimbo figure jiggling sensuously, nipples hard and pussy wet and ready for more action. "You were a hero today and saved the day in more ways than you realize. I am going to undo your earlier punishment. You have back your masked intelligence all thirty points of IQ." Immediately John could see the intelligence return to her eyes, the silly grin she sported replaced a knowledgeable smile. "And I will return your body back to more normal dimensions." "Wait," She said and whispered something to John the others couldn't hear. "Hmmm...I have something else in mind, but if you trust me I am sure you will like the results." John said and as Heather stood still, John shaped her ass smaller, bringing it into better proportion to the rest of her, she wanted him to leave her tits huge, and John was okay with that, since he did love large breasts, but he decided to give her a more athletic build, one of an Olympic swimmer. So, where her body was over-endowed in the tits and ass department, it was now sleek and shapely. Her tits were about the same size, but tauter having less of a jiggle but still very impressive. Her ass was more elongated at the top of powerful legs, which although muscular still looked very feminine. "Thank you, brother." She said and leaned forward kissing him deeply before returning to join the others. "Cindy Ashe," John called and she hustled forward. She didn't realize until this moment how powerful her business partner really was. "I would like to make sure that you have good health for a long time." With that thought, John healed her of any and all diseases and increased her stamina. She would be able to push her body much harder than average people without feeling any adverse effects. Cindy felt her body warm all over and when it was gone and she felt stronger than she'd felt in a long time. She thanked John too, kissing him passionately and blushed as she returned to group, adjusting her tits as they wobbled in her toga. "Mark Taylor." Mark came forward slowly. He didn't want to be so far away from Candace, his toga covered his body, but he looked like he'd been through quite an ordeal. This didn't go unnoticed by John as he looked at his friend. He first thought it was a side effect of having had too much of a good thing, but a light probe uncovered the hypnotic suggestions Candace had put the young man through. John frowned and sent a harsh telepathic message to Candace expressing his displeasure with her and what she had done to Mark. John strengthened Mark rejuvenating him and making his friend stronger than before. He gave him a level of tolerance against mind control particularly Candace's but not his own. As a gift he increased his IQ 15 points and sharpened his memory, making it photographic. He thanked John shaking his hand and pulled his buddy into a hug before returning to the group, but avoiding Candace. To Jacqueline, Isabel and Samantha he gave a sixth sense so that they would be able to detect any nearby danger. He still didn't trust them enough to return the powers their father gave them to full strength, but if they were in danger they would be there for them to protect each other. To others he gave them a mixture of lucky streaks they could use at the casinos and healed any current illness and a series of cosmetic changes, such as breast enhancements, rhinoplasty and dental fixes. It was almost noon and John officially ended his first orgy as the Master of the Ring of Power. Everyone cheered and hugged new friends as they began to move to the clothing room to reclaim their clothes and reluctantly began dressing. A remorseful Candace attempted to pull John aside and explain herself, but John wanted no part of it. A Gift From His Father Ch. 15 "Save it!" He snapped. "By the way, I dropped April at home about four hours ago. We'll talk about your betrayal later." She was stunned by his coolness, and left to find her clothing, trying hard not to cry in public. Rachel was nearby and was about to make one of her wise cracks when Candace hit her with a look that told her she'd better be careful what she said. So, she held her tongue and followed closely behind her. Jacqueline gathered the girls together, they all wore togas allowing one breast exposed. They wanted to say goodbye to John before they left. The girls followed their mother and had to wait a few minutes before they could get his attention, there were many people ahead of them. When it was their turn Jacqueline told John, "Despite my early objections," she hesitated for a moment, "I did have an interesting time. Needless to say the girls will never forget the fun they had. I don't know what I am going to do with them now." She was beginning to bring everyone down. "Oh, lighten up Jackie." She heard from behind her. Turning she saw Mary, still naked and the memory of what they had shared came flooding back to her causing her to blush and focus on Mary's inviting pussy. "She can be such a bitch at times. Am I right Jackie?" Jacqueline swooned as her orgasm caught her off guard, had in not been for Heather and Samantha on either side of her catching her arms, she may have fallen as her knees gave out. To her credit, she quickly recovered and only she knew her juices were running down her legs. She was really happy to see Mary; she didn't realize how much she missed her and was having thoughts of climbing between those lovely thighs again. "Hello Mary," she said. "I enjoyed our time together, why don't we get together for lunch this week. Call me." Saying this she reluctantly pulled her daughters to her and went off to find their clothes. Cindy stopped by to thank John again and as she was leaving almost ran right into Elizabeth. "Hello Cindy, so good to see you again," the tall elegant and beautiful black woman said. Cindy was taken back, and remembered her reoccurring dreams about the two women who pleasured her. She realized that Elizabeth was one of the two, and the entire memory came flooding back. Elizabeth paused and watched the woman as her memories fell back into place. She smiled as a knowing smile as Cindy understood who she was. "Good to see you, too," she replied. "And I hope it won't be the last," surprising herself again, with her boldness. Elizabeth drew nearer and bent down taking her face in her hand and kissed her passionately, breaking the kiss she said, "Count on it," and then continued the few feet to talk with John. "Are you about ready to get going?" Elizabeth asked John as she watched John's guest pulling on their clothing and leaving the mansion. "What time should we leave?" John asked as he waved to several of his friends as they headed for the door. He looked over Elizabeth's right shoulder and saw Denise standing waiting to speak to her master. Elizabeth turned and saw a small Asian woman standing nearby in baggy clothes that were obviously not her own looking sheepishly and waiting to be acknowledged. John brought her up to speed, remembering that she had been taking care of the details of their trip and missed all the excitement. John called Denise over and the petite Asian woman joined them. "Denise, this is Elizabeth. She works for me and you should consider anything she says to you as coming from me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Denise said. "I should obey Elizabeth as if she were my mistress. She speaks for you when you are not around." "That is correct. We will talk more about this later." John told the woman. He turned to Elizabeth and asked. "How many does the jet seat?" Knowing that John intended to take Denise with them, she replied that there is plenty of space. "Looks like you are going with us on a little trip, Denise." She looked up at John and Elizabeth, and they could see the woman was uncomfortable, so they waited and finally she spoke. "All the people are leaving; does that mean the party is over? I really need a cock in my pussy and my ass." (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 16 Elizabeth turned to look behind her and saw a small Asian woman standing nearby in wrinkled baggy clothing that were at least three sizes too big and obviously not her own. She looked sheepishly at John, waiting to be acknowledged. Ignoring the girl, John returned his attention to Elizabeth and filled her in on what she had missed while she had been taking care of the details of their trip. When he had completed the tale he called the petite Asian woman over to join them. "Denise, this is Elizabeth, my right hand, you should consider anything she says to you as coming from me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Denise said. "I should obey Elizabeth as if she were my mistress. She speaks for you when you are not around." "That is correct. We will talk more about this later." John said. He turned back to Elizabeth and asked. "How many does the jet seat?" Understanding what John was asking, she replied that there is plenty of space for one more. "Looks like you are going with us on a little trip, Denise." She looked up at John and Elizabeth, and they could see the woman was uncomfortable, so they waited and finally she spoke. "All the people are leaving; does that mean the party is over? She looked at John and then Elizabeth and said, "Cause, I really need a cock in my pussy and in my ass." ... After stopping on the way to the airport at Cynthia's boutique to pickup clothing for Denise, they arrived at Hayward Executive Airport exactly on time. John had never been on a private jet before, he walked around the Gulfstream g200 smiling, and here he was chartering a private jet headed for the Bahamas. The staff assisted them with their bags and made sure they were comfortable. When they were ready the pilot gained permission to takeoff and they were in the air headed for the Caribbean and the Bahamas. ... This morning waking up in the Smith Family Mansion some things were a little different although they had yet to reveal themselves. Heather was up early, which was unlike her, normally preferring to sleep late, sometimes until 11AM. But not today, she was up at 6AM, she donned a black single piece bathing suit, which with her new body dimensions it fit her like a second skin and she headed down to her mother's gym. There she did almost an hour's worth of stretches, sit-ups and a variety of other calisthenics, she didn't know she knew. When she was done she went out to the pool and began swimming laps. She didn't swim that often, and surprised herself when she found herself perfectly doing the breast stroke, butterfly, and backstroke. It was only then that she realized the extent of her brother's gift when she amazed herself further by completing two laps underwater on a single breath. She tired after about an hour and simply floated on her back while she rested her tired muscles. It was almost 9AM when she heard the gate to the pool open and close, Miguel the pool man had arrived. Heather did a quick calculation and realized that it was indeed Thursday, his day to clean the pool. As she continued to float, she found herself thinking about Miguel. He was nice enough on the eyes as she recalled, but she had never before thought of him in the sexual manner that was now invading her thoughts. She found herself wondering how well endowed he was and her mouth began to water as she imagined taking his cock deep into her throat. With her eyes closed as she continued to float while in her mind she found herself extremely turned on and imagined Miguel fucking her in her ass and pussy. Her nipples harden and pushed hard against her bathing suit and she almost forgot that Miguel was really there until he spoke. "Miss Heather, excuse me. It is time to clean the pool, but if you aren't done with your swim I can come back later." Miguel had been admiring her body for a minute trying to decide if he should interrupt her. He was very cautious as he spoke to the woman; he'd heard stories and knew firsthand how harsh she was with the servants and hired help. His business was just starting to take off. The California drought made it necessary for pool maintenance to be more precise, even the wealthy didn't want to pay the fines for wasting water. So, business was good and he didn't want to lose a single customer. Startled from her mindless drifting, her feet came down in water just over her shoulders and she stared at the Latin man like she'd never seen him before. He definitely wasn't her type, yet there was something about him. She realized it was this undeniable needed to have his cock inside her in the worst way. She smiled at him, she was beyond asking why, and her lust was growing by the minute. "Uh, oh Miguel, you surprised me." She lied as she tried to cover for the need to feel him coming inside her. She was all worked up and close to cumming and it was all in her mind. "I was just about to get out." She took a few strokes, glided to the ladder in the six feet depth and grabbing the rail pulled herself up her feet finding the steps and climbed out of the pool. Miguel saw her towel and figured he could hand it to her and speed things up a bit, he had a long day ahead of him and the sooner this princess left the pool the quicker he could begin his work. He handed her the towel, as she just finished wringing out her long blonde hair. She smile and accepted the towel, but grabbing his hand pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his surprised mouth. It didn't take him long to respond and he opened his mouth she thrust her tongue in and they began to swirl their tongues together exploring each other's mouths. Heather was trembling, and swooned as she came. Miguel caught her and carried her into the cabaña where there were several plush chaise lounges. He placed her carefully in one and patted her hand trying to revive her. She finally came to and just stared at Miguel as he asked if she was alright. She didn't seem to comprehend a word he was saying, as if he were speaking Spanish. Miguel was now pretty worried and pulled his cell from his cargo shorts about to dial 9-1-1 when Heather leaned forward and in one motion, pulled down his shorts and boxers allowing his semi hard cock to spring forward and into her waiting mouth. Before he could react the sensation of Heather's oral ministrations convinced him that she was fine, maybe in heat, but not ill. So he just relaxed and enjoyed it. ... Isabel loved sleeping more than anything else. Since she didn't have any where to be, she didn't have to work, and so she stayed up late and slept even later. Their maids had gotten used to her habits and adjusted their cleaning schedules accordingly. Ana had been in the service of the Smith household for almost six years. Most of her tenure had been part time, but after Carmen and Maria left, she reluctantly agreed to work full time. She didn't particularly like the Smith's but the money was much better than all the other offers she had, so she continued. She liked Isabel the least, because she seemed to think of the servant staff as beneath her treating them more like slaves than servants and seemed to go out of her way to make their jobs more difficult. Isabel had gotten out of bed, to use the bathroom; it was almost 9:30 AM. This was unusual. Isabel wasn't never up this early, but nature was calling and wouldn't be ignored. Ana was just beginning to clean her bathroom, knowing that she could easily finish it before the lazy girl woke. Ana was quietly working in the large bathroom's shower when unnoticed Isabel slipped into the water closet to pee. Having completed the shower Ana worked on the bathroom's double sinks humming softly as she cleaned. Isabel heard the humming and realized that Ana was outside cleaning. She hated the sound of the woman happily working, why was she always so happy. After all what did she have to be happy about anyway, she thought. As the humming continued Isabel imagined Ana cleaning and mopping completely naked. Where did that come from, she thought and it caused a shiver to run through her. She imagined Ana's large breast swaying back and forth as she mopped the floor, and her ample ass jiggling. Then she imagined herself between Ana's meaty legs feasting on her scrumptious pussy. She didn't realize that her hands had no wandered north and south. Her right hand had slipped into her pajama top and was pulling her left nipple the way she loved it while her left hand found its way to her pussy and she was touching it the way she wanted to be licking Ana. The humming was getting louder and Isabel realized how much she loved the sound and stood up leaving her pajama bottoms on the floor, just as Ana opened the door. Ana was stunned to see Isabel half naked standing there, not more than a foot apart. She expected the woman to begin screaming at her. She had gone off on the staff for infractions much less than this. But instead she just stood there with a silly grin on her face and her hands on her chest pulling her nipples. She had interrupted Isabel as she was masturbating, she was really screwed now. She cursed in Spanish and then in her best English attempted to apologize. Isabel seemed to come to her senses and shushed the woman as she took a step forward putting her index finger to Ana's mouth. Isabel finger was damp and smelled of her pussy; it wasn't missed by Ana, who had smelled her share of pussies. In the brief time that she'd seen Isabel naked she noticed how cute she looked with her closely cropped brown landing strip and her swollen lips. She licked her lips as she imagined what Isabel would taste like and how it would feel to have her tongue inside the spoiled young woman. She wanted to take the finger into her mouth and lick it clean. But wasn't sure if she was reading things clearly. Isabel removed her finger and replaced it with her mouth and before Ana could process another thought, she and Isabel were engaged in a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, Isabel slid down the larger woman and reaching under her maid's uniform and pulled her large panties down and began lapping at Ana's quickly moistening pussy. As soon as her tongue reached between the folds of Ana's pussy, Isabel came and hard, but continued to lap at the maid's pussy until Ana also came. As they both laying panting on the bathroom floor, Isabel got up and reached out to Ana, helping her to her feet and taking her into her bed. ... The house was quiet, as Samantha enjoyed her morning coffee still in her brief night gown while watching Fox News 9AM morning show. It wasn't a real news program, Samantha admitted to herself, they always got so many things wrong, but she liked the rest of Fox's programs so she tolerated the often wrong news programming. She didn't realize how it dulled her sense of right and wrong and how it made her views more conservative. Something caught her eye from the left and she saw that José the gardener had just pulled up and was unloading his truck. She got up from her comfortable chair and walked over to the window and watched as José adjusted his mower, the "top of the line" Toro TimeCutter, climbed on and began the work of cutting the grass on the five acre mansion. Samantha watched him drive by and imagined it was she the gardener was riding. She quickly found herself getting wet and her hands slipped into her ebony baby doll night gown, pulling on her nipples and fingering her pussy. As she watched José made stripes back and forth on the massive front lawn, and she imagined that he was stroking his large cock in an out of her pussy. As he moved farther away, she realized that she had to have his cock in her right now. She ran out the room, down the hall, through the kitchen and out the back door. She heard the lawn mower engine growing louder; she turned the corner just as José and his mower were just a few feet away. José had to swerve to miss the near naked woman standing in his path. He stopped the mower and climbed off to see if the woman had been injured, she was laying in the uncut grass. Reaching her José checked to see if there were any cuts or abrasions, her auburn hair spread out behind her like a halo. She was breathing. As José bent down over her, she opened her eyes and reached up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. José didn't know what to do, but Samantha did. After a minute of kissing she began to loosen José's belt and before he could suggest they go somewhere secluded she pulled him into her wet pussy and flipped him over and began humping the poor gardener as if her life depended on it. ... It was a beautiful morning, Mary thought as she pulled open the curtains on her bedroom windows allowing the early morning sunlight into the large room. She felt no fatigue or soreness from the orgy and was hungry for more sex. She smiled realizing that she had completely adapted to her new life. She planned on dropping by to see Jackie and pick up where they left off. Her rival proved to be a quick learner and she was eager to see where her limits lay. If she collected enough sexual energy today, she could skip a night of hanging out in Silicon Valley's Ritz-Carlton, Half Moon Bay. Not only was the sex good and plentiful, but Mary found the conversation interesting and stimulating. But a night off would be nice. The coffee in her automatic coffee makers was ready and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the house. She grabbed a cup and sipped it while her bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles. She added her favorite bubble bath soap, "cinnamon buns", which smelled almost like the real thing. As the tub filled she shrugged off her robe and looked at her body in the bathroom's full length mirror. Although in her forties, she looked more like she was in her early thirties. Her flat belly and small waist made her large tits look even bigger than they really were. Her pussy was almost bald except for the narrow strip of closely cropped hair. The diamond jewel piercing her labia was now twice the size as it had been before being activated and sparkled brightly with sexual energy waiting to be transferred to her son John. Admiring how beautiful her body was, she allowed her hands to caress her abundant curves and still found it amazing how her tits still defied gravity as big as they are, she chuckled to herself, realizing this was John's doing. As she slid into the water, she emptied her mind of any and all thoughts, and as she did she heard John's voice in her mind wishing her a good morning and telling her they had just landed in at Grand Bahamas International Airport. She smile and responded in thoughts, wishing him well and looked forward to seeing him upon his return, and the connection ended. She realized that she was unconsciously fingering her pussy, masturbating was something she rarely had time for with all the sex she was getting, the thought of her son obviously triggered it. Most people would think their relationship was wrong and evil, but he was more than her son, he was the Master of the Ring of Power and normal social rules of behavior no longer applied. She quickly had a surprisingly satisfying orgasm, much stronger than she thought possible, and then she realized that John must be responsible for that too. So relaxed, she barely wanted to leave the tub, but she had a busy day planned. ... It was a mild 75 degrees on the Island and a limousine was waiting for them as the jet came to a stop. They deplaned and walked the short distance getting into the plush limo while the driver and flight attendant loaded their limited baggage into the trunk. "So, where do we find this guy?" John asked as he settled into his seat and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He thought about it and offered Elizabeth and Denise a glass. Elizabeth declined, while Denise accepted. John handed her the first glass, and Denise beamed. Her master offered her what was to be his own. That was a great honor, she thought. Waiting for John to complete his task, Elizabeth looked Denise over again and could see in her eyes her devotion to her master, and thinking been there done that. "Well, perhaps not where you'd expect to find him," Elizabeth replied, "at the Grand Lucayan Resort." Having stored the luggage in the spacious trunk the driver started the engine and head out to the resort. ... Tammy Bowen and Jerome Fox flew to Los Angeles together in first class seating. They were excited to be given the chance to become stars of the adult film industry. They considered driving down, but decided they would sell their cars and buy new ones once they settled in. You can't get around the LA area without a car but selecting the right vehicle was equally important, so they would rent for a time. They managed to get apartments in the same building in Sherman Oaks area which is a neighborhood in the San Fernando Valley region of the city of Los Angeles; it's a bit more upscale and yet close to I-405 to make getting around pretty easy. Choosing a production company seemed to be harder than they thought, there were nearly a hundred of them. But after a little research Tammy and Jerome decided that since they were guaranteed the job, because of their mind control abilities and their physical assets, they could choose the film company they preferred, so they narrowed it down to three, Diabolical, Smash & Absolutely Wicked Productions. Since Absolutely Wicked Productions was the closest they decided to start there. Arriving at the studio they were asked to wait by the receptionist that looked as if she had done her share of time in front of the cameras, but was now better suited to office work. She appeared to be in her forties but may have been older. She popped her gum as she informed both Jerome and Tammy that they couldn't see a casting director without an appointment. "We don't need an appointment," Jerome said. "You don't need an appointment," the receptionist repeated. "You know talent when you see." He said. "You should interrupt your boss before we go elsewhere." "I can see you have what we are looking for, give me a minute. My boss is in a meeting, but he'll want to meet you. Don't go anywhere, I be right back." And she quickly rushed from behind her desk and ran down the hall jiggling her ample breasts and attempting to pull down her much too short skirt. Tammy and Jerome looked at one another and smiled. After a few minutes, a tall thin man with thick glasses came out stopped in front of them and stared. He spent almost a full minute and then decided he was intrigued enough to interview them and asked the two into his office. "My name is Mel Katz, and I am always looking for fresh faces." He went on to talk about the industry and asked why they came to him. He asked the obvious, since they had come in together, were related or in a relationship. He already knew that unless they were scarred badly or were burn victims he'd probably find something for them. When he seemed to have exhausted his rehearsed speech he paused and looked at them and said. If you kids are serious, then let's see what you've got. Both Jerome and Tammy blinked and looked at him, before understanding that he wanted them to undress and show him their bodies. Tammy asked to go first. She lifted her pink sweater top over head, taking her bra with it in one smooth motion allowing her magnificent tits to plop back on her chest one by one and as she shook her medium length light brown hair back into place. Standing she unbuttoned her gypsy bohemian skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mel Katz gasped, as he looked upon Tammy's pussy and belly. For Mel it was hypnotic, as if seeing a partially shaved pussy for the very first time. As he stared, looking for flaws as his eyes seemed to focus more closely at her naked lips parting slightly as if a tongue was just beginning to push through. The diamond stud that pierced her labia was a nice touch he thought as recovered. He was smiling as he looked at her again, finding her face and slowly moving down her from her eyes to her nose to her mouth, to her chin and down her neck to her magnificent tits, where he paused, trying to guess their size and if they were natural. She was a real beauty, he thought, her body had no real fat, she was lean, but healthy lean. You could see her ribs and then her slightly muscular abs. He ass would wait as he moved slowly back to her pussy and down her shapely legs. A Gift From His Father Ch. 16 Finding his voice, he asked her to turn around. Her ass was just as beautiful as he imagined it to be, perfectly curved and proportional to the rest of her body. She turned back and Mel was smiling broadly. "You are beautiful, maybe too beautiful for porn. Are your tits real?" he asked, feeling like he was coming out of a trance. "Huh? Oh are they real or Memorex?" She giggled at the thought of the old commercial of her youth. "They're real, do you want to feel?" Mel was tempted, but asked her to show him. Tammy shrugged and her breast jiggled, then she shook them a little more and the jiggled more before settling back into place while moving as though they were filled with liquid. Sitting on the edge of his seat and holding his breath, Mel Katz finally nodded his approval. "You my dear have a future in film if you can act even a little. You may get dressed," he sighed letting her know how reluctant he was to have to tell her that. "What about you young man," He said to Jerome. Jerome pulled his shirt off revealing a chiseled chest and abs, not huge but well proportioned to his height, revealing every muscle. He dropped his pants and his semi erect cock lay next to his bronze thighs hanging almost ten inches long. "Holy Mollie," Katz cried. "How big is it? I mean how big erect?" "Usually about eleven inches and about twice as thick," Jerome said as if he was discussing the weather. "How long can you maintain an erection?" "How long do you want me to?" Tammy looked on admiring the huge throbbing male tool, knowing that she would get to sample some of that soon enough. Katz smiled and said, "Looks like I need to get a couple of contracts." ... The partially drawn curtains allowed the bright sunlight poured into the bedroom and right into the left eye of Maria who squeezed both eyes tightly trying to prevent the bright beam of light from burning through her eyelids. It was much too early to wake up, only 11AM and she needed to get a few more hours of sleep. "Damn it Carmen," she snapped as, "Where'd you learn how to close curtains," pulling her friend's leg from around her neck. "Oh no, Stop it Maria. It's way too early to play, and shut the curtains it's too bright in here." Carmen said as she pulled the sheet over her head at the other end of the bed. "It's your fault, Niña. You didn't close the curtain. You know I need at least six hours of sleep or I become very grouchy." With her eyes closed to avoid the blinding bright sun from her eyes as she extended her hand feeling for the window. She tried unsuccessfully to find the curtains, feeling for them but missing. If she opened her eyes the light would completely waking her. After a minute she shrugged and opened her eyes smiled to find the curtains right in front of her and pulled them close. She was wide awake, with no hope of getting back to sleep. She looked back at the bed they shared, Carmen was as naked as she, now sprawled across the king size bed sheet pulled over her head, leaving her beautiful brown ass and tone legs exposed. They had agreed to room together to save money, but they quickly learned that money wasn't going to be a problem. However, their lifestyle kept them out until the early morning hours and despite being the sexiest Latin ladies on the planet, they still needed their beauty sleep. As Maria watched Carmen returning to sleep, she realized that it was Carmen's fault she was awake, why should she get to sleep. With that Maria yanked the sheet off of her and then went back to the window and threw open the curtains letting the near noon light totally engulf the formerly darken room. "Bitch!" Carmen screamed as she through a pillow at Maria, causing her naked tits to wobble back and forth violently. "Oh you want to play after all," Maria yelled catching the pillow and tossing it aside as she jumped into the bed and began to tickle Carmen in her ribs and under her arms. "No.No, no." Carmen screamed and laughed as Maria hit all her most vulnerable spots. "Stop, oh stopppp it. I give, I give!" She yelled rocking back and forth. Maria finally stopped and pulled her hands away, but not before Carmen pulled her friend to her and slipped a ripe nipple into her mouth. Maria responded by reaching around her and finding her pussy damp and needing attention. By mutual agreement they swung their bodies around into a sixty nine and began to pleasure each other in earnest. They played this game often enough, trying to see who could bring the other off first the loser had to make the bed. "IiiiiEEeeee!" Maria screamed and panted. Using her finger, she had Carmen follow right behind her and they lay on the backs sweating and trying to catch their breath as they recovered. "Looks like you lose again, sweetie." Carmen said as she lazily strummed her own pussy, while watching Maria do the same. Suddenly Maria sat up and looked at the clock on the dresser and started laughing. She covered her mouth and rolled back and forth her giant tits to bounce back and forth. "What's so funny?" Carmen asked thinking her roommate had lost her mind. Maria said, "Look at the clock, what time is it? Carmen sat up and stared at the clock. It was 11:15 AM. "So?" Maria looked at her again and watched her as Carmen realized what her friend was trying to tell her. Carmen laughed and fell back on the bed, laughing hysterically. Finally she stopped long enough to say, "I wonder what the Smith girls think about their Mexican help now?" And that only made the both of them laugh even harder. ... The drive to the hospital had been quiet; she didn't even put the radio on to allow any merriment. Even in her diminished bimbo mind Rachel knew that Candace wasn't to be trifled with when she was in these moods. She was still smarting from John's publicly chastising her. Rachel didn't understand what or why John was angry with her, but she knew that Candace had crossed some line and John was very angry. He would even allow her explain. Rachel realized that they would soon be back at the hospital and she would be smart once again, at least if it pertained to her job as lead nurse on her floor. Candace would busy herself caring for her patients' and perhaps she might survive the shift without suffering any additional barbs. Candace can be cruel when she was angry, Rachel remembered. After all, that is how she got the piercings and that awful "BIMBO" tattooed on her bimbo ass, and of course this hunger for her pussy every twelve hours. It was almost time for her to feed again; she hoped that Candace let her. If she didn't she'd have to find someone else. They took their places at the nurse's station and began to work on mundane patient record keeping. After an hour Rachel was distracted by the need to have her mouth on Candace's pussy. If she refused, she did have her back up, Erica Green. But it had been weeks since she'd seen her. Not since Rachel helped her get her job as an orderly. That's not completely accurate; she remembered that she did see her a few times while they were both busy with their duties. Erica was all smiles and motioned with her hand the universal signal for Rachel to call her. But of course, Rachel didn't have much time of her own. But she knew that Erica had received high praise from her supervisors, she was good at her new job, and she was smart and resourceful, which goes a long way in any hospital. She wouldn't be surprised if Erica followed other and enter a nursing program. Candace slammed a file down on the desk next to where Rachel was working starling her out of her thoughts. That was never a good sign. Rachel looked up and asked, "Looks like you could use a break, want to join me for a smoke?" Candace frowned and said, "No. Not in the mood." "Fine, why don't you just join me and while I smoke, I really need a cigarette." "I said no! Now leave me along." Candace said and stormed off down the hall. Of course, going off for a smoke and needing a cigarette was their code for sneaking off to enjoy some girl on girl sex. It was getting dangerously close to Rachel's deadline and if she didn't get some sex soon the bimbo would come out and make sure that she got her fix and that would be very embarrassing. As if by fate, Erica happened to stop by the nurses' station with a delivery of supplies. She put them away and glanced over in Rachel's direction. Rachel was practically staring at the orderly and was suddenly struck with inspiration. "Ms. Green, is it?" "Yes, can I help you?" Erica caught on and played the game. "What was the brand of latex glove you just brought in?" "I think it was our regular brand, Sentry, let me check." She went back into the cabinet and pulled a package out confirming the fact. "Yes, your regular brand, Sentry." "That's too bad; I heard we ordered 'Great Glove' -- Powdered, which we were going to try in small quantities to see if we liked them." "Oh yes, we just got a shipment in today, I didn't know you wanted that brand. Would you like me to bring you a box," Erica asked in her best practiced professional voice. "No that's too much trouble, why don't I just accompany you to the supply room and save you a trip." Rachel got up from her desk and followed the large black woman down the hall to the elevator, they managed to catch a downward bound elevator just before the doors closed and headed for the basement supply room. Just as their elevator left another arrived and out stepped Eddie Woods. It had been years since he'd been to see his wife Rachel at the hospital and he was disoriented, unsure if he was even on the right floor. Everything looked brand new and much different since the last time he'd visited. He stopped a pretty young nurse and asked for directions, she happily pointed him in the right direction and Eddie moved purposefully down the long hallway. As he got to the nurses' station there was no one there. The ward seemed to be full and busy, there were several nurses tending to their patience, while a few doctors made their rounds. Eventually a nurse saw him and thinking he looked familiar greeted him and asked if she could help him. He explained who he was and that he needed to see his wife. The young nurse explained that he just missed her and that she should be back in about 20 minutes or so. Eddie shrugged and asked if he could wait. She showed him to the waiting area where he picked up an old copy of Sports Illustrated magazine sat in an uncomfortable chair and thumbed through a few pages while he tried to patiently wait for Rachel's return. Entering the basement supply room, Rachel closed the door and took a deep breath when she turned around she found Erica already pulling down her scrub pants. As soon as her pants reached her ankles Rachel buried her face in the black woman's crotch using her tongue as a divining rod until she found her wet and ready pussy. It had been a long time since they had been together, and Rachel squealed as she satisfied the needy lust. "Easy girl," Erica told her as she found herself quickly getting turned on. "We have time, you don't have to rush. I've missed you, too. Hmmm. Bitch, you sure know your way around a pussy. I don't think this will take too long, mmmm." Because she was in the hospital Rachel was in that rare state of half professional (meaning she possessed most of her intelligence), and half bimbo, which meant she had some control over her lust. She hoped to satisfy her cravings and then she'd be okay to return to her job. No harm no foul. But too much and the bimbo would take control until patience's needs overrode her own desire for sex. Rachel was becoming used to the dimming of her mind, she didn't like it but there was nothing that she could do about it. She did appreciate and savored the taste, smells and the sights before her. "There was something about looking into a black woman's pussy," she mused. Since Candace had captured and controlled her she'd been with many women, women of all races, something she never thought possible. As she worked her tongue deeper into Erica's pussy she thought, "Yes, the really black ones, the contrast between the dark black skin and the bright red pussy was too beautiful for words." With her fingers spread like a "V" she opened Erica wide and licked all around the juicy red lips sucking in as much as her juices as she could, careful to avoid her clitoris, which was driving Erica insane. And then when she did, she exploded. Erica shook violently as she came, struggling to muffle the sounds of her passion. Reaching out her hands Erica sought and found one, then the other of the rings piercing Rachel's nipples and tugged on them, once and then twice. The effect was almost immediate; triggering a small climax, gone was the professional lead nurse and manager, hello bimbo. "Oooohh, I like it when you play with my nipples, honey, hmmmmm. Did you like me licking your pussy, you really came hard. I love playing with your pussy. You wanta lick me while I lick you some more?" She giggled as Erica's juice dripped down her chin. "Yeah bitch, swing that sweet ass around for me." Erica said as her lust was peaking. Working with her patience always lightened her mood, so when Candace returned to the nurses' station her disposition was much improved, and it was a good thing, too. Not soon after she returned Eddie looked up and seeing her he recognized her immediately as one of the sexy women from that unforgettable night of sex he had in of all places his own home. He hadn't seen his wife since, so there must be some a connection. Rising slowly to his feet, he tossed the magazine to the floor and marched with purpose towards the unsuspecting nurse. "I know you," he said in a loud accusatory voice as he pointed at her. Candace looked up to see Eddie standing in front of her ready to make a scene. She was wondering when he would show up, so she wasn't too surprised to see him. "Of course you do," she said in a matter of fact way and in a much lower tone. "I work with your wife, Rachel." That wasn't the answer he was looking for and he was about to explode, but he didn't know what to ask about first, about his wife or the night several weeks ago, which he began to see playing again in his mind's eye. Looking at Candace again he undressed her remembering what a nice and hot her body she had and he began to become aroused, but he caught himself. "You know what I mean," he growled. "So, you are looking for Rachel, I think she's on a break. If you like I can help you find her." Candace used her mind control to calm him down and thought it might be fun to see who Rachel was fucking, since by now her body was demanding that she have sex. "Yes." He said, the anger diminishing from his voice and the volume reduced substantially. "That would be nice." "Good, why don't you come with me?" Candace said as she stepped around the counter. He followed Candace down the hall and towards the bank of six elevators, where upon arriving she punched the down button turning it red. She was using the tracking jewel that John had installed on Rachel so that Candace and he could keep track of her while in the bimbo state, in the event the dimwitted woman wandered off. Erica lie on her back knee up and spread wide leaning forward slightly to lick Rachel's pussy, while Rachel laid on top the larger woman on her knees and bent her head between Erica's big thighs. "Hey, bitch you got another piercing," and she licked around the glowing red jewel causing Rachel to squirm with delight. "Yeah, you like? It feels so good when you suck on it. Don't stop." Candace and Eddie quietly entered the supply room and walked to the back between the rows of supplies to see the kinky haired black head of Erica between the legs of a large white ass with the "BIMBO" tattooed in large red letters on the left cheek. "There, that was the other woman," Eddie yelled in his mind, but it came out in a whisper that only Candace heard. "So this is how you spend your break," Candace said starling Erica causing her to practically tossed Rachel aside. "Don't stop on my account." Candace said as she admired the large black woman's assets. She looked to be in her late twenties, she had pretty face and body that Candace was eager to sample. Erica was shocked that they had been found out and worried that she was now going to lose her job. However for some reason, she felt compelled to continue and being watched seemed to turn her on more. So she disregarded their visitors and reengaged with Rachel as if they hadn't been interrupted. Finally finding his voice Eddie stuttered "That's the other woman!" Eddie yelled as he approached the two. Rachel didn't acknowledge their presence; Erica's pussy was secreting much more of the precious fluids she craved. "That's the other woman from that night." Eddie said again. His cock growing in his pants as watching the two women getting each other off and his memory of the night became more vivid. "But you promised to take to my wife, where is Rachel?" Hearing her name, Rachel paused and looked up. Seeing Eddie she smiled and greeted him. "Oh, Hiya Eddie! Mmmm, can't talk, 'cause it's starting to get so really nice, oooo!" "That's Rachel for you," Candace said, "pleasure before business." "What," Eddie asked. "That's Rachel, my wife, Rachel?" "Oh yeah, Candace said, "we gave her a makeover, what do you think?" "That's impossible, that can't be my wife, and this woman must be about twenty years younger. Look at her, she about fifty pounds lighter. And beside my wife isn't some lesbo. What the fuck are you trying to pull on me? And my wife would never be with that black bitch?" Eddies comments were enough to override Erica's lust and she rolled Rachel off her and was about to climb to her feet and clock this racist son of a bitch. But Candace was way ahead of her. "Relax Erica, I got this, go back to what you were doing," Candace said and turned to Eddie. "You're not opposed to integrations are you, Eddie?" Eddie considered where he was and how big the black chick was and thought a minute before answering. "Naw, I just don't care for their kind and if that is my wife, she should know that too." Erica ignored Candace and was standing right in front of Eddie. She was at least a foot taller than the puny overweigh balding white man. She was an Amazon, he could see now. She wasn't fat, just big. Her big black tits with ripe brown nipples protruded from her chest, flat stomach and luscious bright red lips dripping juices from her pussy. If she was white, he'd be on her in a minute, he thought. He looked up at her and she was looking back down on him. She looked as if she was trying to decide if she should fuck him up or back to eating out the slut on the floor. Erica was about to decide to do both when Candace intervened. "Are you sure Eddie, looks like you are sporting wood and I know you are wondering what it would be like to be with this African Queen." "She was right. How did she know?" Eddie thought. He was fighting it, but what man in his right mind wouldn't want to tap that big black ass. "There's a lot of woman there to tamed," he said and was become more aroused at the thought. "Why don't you get undressed Eddie and see if Erica would give you a chance to fulfill your fantasy?" Erica looked at Candace like she was completely out of her mind. "Are you crazy? This little white man insults me and you think I am going to fuck him. First thing, nursie I am gay, I don't do dick, and secondly, HELL NO!" Erica said one hand on her hip, the other wagging her finger in front of her and moving her head back and forth. "Are you sure, Erica? True it is a tiny dick, couldn't you make an exception?" Candace asked knowing Erica couldn't refuse her. A Gift From His Father Ch. 16 Erica looked at Eddie as he finished pulling off his trousers; he was sporting a four inch erection. She laughed. "You are right it is pretty tiny. Okay, but only because it's so small it would hardly count." Erica said surprising herself, she couldn't believe she was actually craving dick. All the while Rachel had been sucking her own nipple and playing with her pussy. She giggled when she saw Eddie's tiny cock and said. "Oh, I forgot how small and cute it was, almost like a real one." Eddie's ego had taken several major hits and his erection began to sag, despite the sights in front of him. "Oh no you don't." Candace said. "Even something that small is better than nothing. You are going to get hard and remain hard and you are not going to come until I say so, got it?" Eddie's body understood even though he seemed to be confused because he grew hard and maybe a little larger. Erica laughed again, "That's still pretty small, but it's been five years since I had a dick in my pussy, maybe something that small might get me off. Let's see Tiny, git your ass over here and pretend you know what to do." He looked at Candace and she frowned and said. "What are you waiting for, Tiny? Do what she said." Eddie unconsciously interpreted Candace's command as "do whatever Erica instructed him to do". So, he crawled onto to the big black woman and shoved his hard cock into her pussy. She was tight and Eddie was now eager to satisfy, he began to pump in and out as he rubbed his face against her mammoth tits. "That's it Tiny!" Erica sighed. "I guess not having a cock inside me in a while has allowed me to appreciate even one so small. Don't slow down, little man, fuck me harder!" Eddie couldn't help himself, he wanted to be pissed off, this black woman was ordering him to fuck her harder and he loved it. So he did as she asked and after a few more minutes, Erica found herself in the midst of a pretty good climax and possibly the best she'd ever had with a man. "Oh my," she trembled as she came barely suppressing the scream she wanted to release. "Ahhhhh...eeeeee!" She was sweating and panting. "If this little cock could make her come like this, she may have to rethink this lesbian thing altogether," She thought, having enough and pulling Eddie off her like a child and set him aside. "Rachel, leave your pussy alone for a minute. Why don't you come over here and see if you can help Eddie with that hard little cock? Clean him up first and then let him have that sweet ass of yours." Candace directed Rachel. She immediately replied crawling over Erica to get to her husband, her large tits swaying from side to side. Once she reached Eddie she took his cock with her hand and proceeded to lick it all over before taking it easily down her throat. "Rachel is that really you?" Eddie said as he stared down at the lovely bimbo sucking his cock. His wife would have never done that. He looked carefully at her face, recognizing a glimmer of the younger woman. Popping his cock from her mouth reluctantly Rachel said, "Yeppers. No more questions now, I can't talk and suck your cock at the same time, lover!" Looking back at Candace Eddie was about to ask her something, but had to wait as Rachel did something with her tongue that made him shiver it felt so good he almost forgot the question. He recovered somewhat and turned to Candace and asked, "How is this possible?" "Never mind that, just enjoy while I decide what to do with you." Candace said as she saw Erica recuperating and looking like she was ready to escape. "Erica darling, why don't you be a dear and come over here and lick my pussy some before you go." Erica did want to leave; things had gotten out of hand. This was turning into an orgy and she didn't want to lose this job. But, she couldn't resist though she knew she should. She dropped her scrubs and stepped carefully over Rachel and Eddie who had now slid down to the floor and was playing with Rachel's enormous tits while she sucked him off. When she arrived Candace had lowered her scrub pants and panties giving Erica a great view of her pussy. Despite having other thoughts Erica seemed drawn to Candace's pussy like a moth to a flame. "You're gonna love my pussy, Erica. You may even crave it later when you are alone, so you better get it while you can." Erica spread Candace's pussy lips with her hands and extended her tongue for a lick, followed by another, soon her mouth was all over Candace's pussy. The taste was incredible; it was if she was tasting pussy for the first time. Candace was right. She did love this pussy. It was apparent that Erica was proficient at eating pussy, because she was easily hitting all the right spots and Candace was rapidly approaching a very satisfying climax. When it hit it was much stronger than she imagined it would be and now she was straddling Erica's face as she came. Erica drank in her juices like water to a thirsty man in a desert. When she couldn't stand it anymore Candace backed off wiping her wet pussy across Erica massive black tits. She was tempted to nurse on them, but they'd been away from the nursing station for a while now and she didn't want be discovered, not that it would matter; she could easily erase the memory or allow them to join in. But that would complicate matters and Candace preferred to keep things simple. Candace looked over at Eddie who was sweating heavily now, Rachel was still doing a number on his cock determined to get a reward for all her hard work, when Candace remembered that she hadn't given Eddie permission to come. "Eddie what a good boy you've been. Why don't you cum now so we can go back to work?" "Ahhhhhhhhh!!" Eddie growled and let loose a torrent of his precious fluids which Rachel sucked up quickly without spilling a drop. Erica was pulling her bra on as Candace pulled up her pants, while Eddie lay spent on the floor, his tiny cock shrinking down to its normal size. "Rachel, don't you have patients to see?" Candace said. "Oh my, she blushed. I think I may have taken too long a break. Where are my clothes?" She said as she quickly got to her feet jiggling her tits and sizable ass as she looked around. Finding them she began dressing herself. The three women looked down at Eddie, who was recovering and still not sure what to make of all of this. Finally he spoke and asked Candace, "Have you decided what you are going to do with me?" Standing he pulled his pants up from around his ankles. He wasn't sure why he asked that, he really was hoping that she would have forgotten it. "I haven't decided on a permanent solution, but for now. You are going to do something about your appearance. You are going to get yourself in shape. Rachel isn't coming home until you do. Sign up for a gym, lose some weight and buy some decent clothes. Improve your mind. You need a complete makeover. Hair Club for men may be of some help, too." Eddie stood there and blinked several times as he absorbed all of Candace's orders. She pulled out her cell phone and told him to put his contact data into it. Meanwhile, Erica had finished dressing and wasn't sure if it was okay for her to leave, so she busied herself with making sure her face looked okay and her hair wasn't messed. When Eddie finished entering his data, Candace told him to give the phone to Erica and told her to do the same. "We have unfinished business, you and me," she said with an evil grin on her face. Erica complied and was already craving the best pussy she'd ever tasted. She would look forward to Candace's call. As soon as Rachel had finished getting herself back together, she pushed by Erica, kissed her husband and rushed back up to her floor. "Well, I guess we're done here." Candace said as she turned and left the supply room, with Erica and Eddie following closely behind her. ... Mary was impressed as she drove her Mercedes through the gates of the Smith Estate. It was huge and the main house sat deep within the grounds a beautiful Spanish style mansion with red tile roof and plenty of palms and tropical plants. She parked her car and walked around to the back and into the pool area where she saw pool maintenance equipment laid out but no pool man. She heard faint unmistakable sounds of passion coming from the cabana and following it she saw Heather riding an unknown man Mary assumed was the pool guy. It was obviously Heather was thoroughly enjoying the fuck, as she shook her tits and screaming at the top of her lungs. Mary smiled as she absorbed the sexual energy through the diamond piercing her labia; she was tempted to join in but had other plans so reluctantly she pulled away. She walked across the beautiful stone pool deck to and into a door leading into the main house. As she entered the house and walked through the main floor no one was around, so she meandered through the spacious rooms admiring the decoration and photographs of the family. There were large oil paintings hanging on several of the walls, many of them were of the family together when the girls were still babies. There was another of the Zachary and Jacqueline Winchester Smith shortly after their marriage and yet another of the girls when they were identical triplets before John made his alterations. She stopped in front of that one and studied it. The girls were carbon copies of each other. They looked to be only in their teens, but Mary noticed the year written below the artist's signature, it was only painted a year ago. They were so androgynous and lacked any real feminine qualities. John did an incredible makeover on them. She wandered over to the grand piano sat down and admired the craftsmanship of the Steinway. She heard footsteps behind her and the unmistakable voice of Jacqueline Smith, "Ana when you are done dusting the family room, would you help me..." Mary turned around and smiled as she saw Jacqueline's reaction. The woman paused in mid sentence and froze. Jacqueline had a flash back. "Whenever you see me you will feel the urge to have my cock in your pussy, or your mouth on mine. You will remember how much fun we had together at this orgy." She became flush all over, her pussy moistened and her nipple stood erect and poked out an inch into the light silk blouse she wore. It was a good thing she was standing near an overstuffed leather chair; she needed its support as her knees weakened. "Oh Mary, I wasn't told you were here," Jackie said recovering quickly. "I let myself in," Mary said. "I was hoping you had time to play." Regaining her composure Jacqueline stood straight and walked towards Mary her pumps clicking on the marble floor. "Well, I did plan on going shopping, but that can wait. Why don't you follow me upstairs to my suite?" "Lead the way." Mary replied. Jacqueline's suite was just that, it appeared to take up the entire west wing of the second story. Beautiful furnishing adorned the suite and the bed was huge, custom made, easily the biggest bed she'd ever seen. Jacqueline sat on the corner of the bed as Mary walked around picking up items here and there and examining them and placing them back down. Jacqueline watched Mary for a few moments before she began unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. She hefted her firm breast in her hands while closing her eyes and squeezed her nipples. "Oh you're a horny little bitch aren't you?" Mary said as she watched the woman feeling her breasts. "Oooooohhhhh!" Out of nowhere Jacqueline climaxed on an unconscious level remembering the command that Mary had given her. "If you hear me say the word 'bitch' you will have a strong climax." Mary watched for a moment before walking across the room to join her on the bed. Jacqueline was lying on her back panting and pulling on her nipples. "Oh, here let me do that," Mary said as she lowered her mouth and took one of Jacqueline's fat nipples into her mouth and suckled it sensuously. Mary's hands spread out north and south finding Jacqueline wet panties beneath her skirt and up to her mouth where Jacqueline took her index finger into her mouth and sucked it. Mary pulled away slowly and quickly shed her clothes while Jacqueline removed her skirt and panties. The two women stood facing one another and gazed sensuously at each other's lovely nude bodies. It wasn't lost on them how similar they were, the only differences were their faces, hair color and that Mary had three inches of height on Jacqueline. They could be bookends in an erotic tale. Stepping forward they embraced and moved into a passionate kiss. Jacqueline didn't understand why but she was completely taken with Mary. This was the woman that her husband the late Dr. Zachary Smith had been keeping as a mistress. When she discovered her existence she hated the woman, and for years she'd vowed to get even for her taking away quality time with her husband. She bore him a son, something she was unable to do. And shortly after meeting him as an adult she'd been intimate with him on several occasions. He bore such a strong resembled his father, that was no excuse and now she was being so very intimate with her late husband's mistress. There was something wrong with this on so many levels, she knew it but she was powerless to stop it. Her mind whirled as she found herself in her bed between Mary's thighs licking her pussy as if it had been made just for her. Mary came again and Jacqueline quickly lapped up her juices. She loved Mary's pussy, it was quite beautiful she thought as she traced her tongue around the folds and found her clitoris again, touching it the way she like to have hers touched. Her mind wandered again. She had never been with another woman before, even in college she chickened out when her roommate came on to her. It was innocent at first, even when they played together in the shower. Mary was fucking her again with her large strap-on and she was coming again. How many times had she come, she'd lost count. Mary seemed to have so much energy, she was a machine, she thought as she drifted off again, remembering how John had encouraged her to masturbate several times a day and how she eventually bought several toys to help her achieve that goal. They were now in a sixty-nine, she was licking Mary to another climax while she was balancing on the edge and would come only after Mary said that she could. As they lie together in Jacqueline's bed, rubbing their pussies together slowly as they cooled down, it seemed that they had been going at it for a long time, but she was willing to continue for as long as Mary was up to it. They were sweaty and smelled of sex. Mary suggested that should shower and that she'd have to leave soon. So as they walked to the shower hand in hand they passed something that caught Mary's attention. "Jackie, what is that, my dear." Mary asked pointing to a device plugged into the wall that looked like a saddle with dials on the side and it was the size of a large sewing machine. "Oh that, that it's my Sybian. After John encouraged me to masturbate several times a day, I found that I needed a few toys to help me. Are you familiar with it? If not you must try it." "I've heard stories of it but never dreamed of seeing one. Do you like it?" Mary asked. Jacqueline blushed as she explained that it was a lot of fun when no one is around to help her get off, but it is only a machine and not nearly as much fun as sharing sex with another person. "Hmmm." Mary thought, "This could be interesting, but perhaps later." And she told Jacqueline as much. They entered the massive shower and Jacqueline turned on all the jets, water was spraying on them from all directions, up, down and from the sides. As they washed they played and Mary enjoyed Jacqueline, licking her to another climax. Mary was beginning to feel a little guilty about taking advantage of Jackie, she had been her rival for Zachary's attention, but she was his wife. Perhaps she'd punished her enough. As they walked pass the toy on the way back to the bedroom where their clothes were tossed on the floor Mary picked up her garments and began to shake the wrinkles out when Jacqueline walked up to a wall and pressed a button and the wall opened revealing a huge walk in closet. "Those are dirty and wrinkled, why don't you help yourself to anything you like. I believe we are the same size." Stunned Mary smiled and accepted. She walked into the closet behind Jacqueline and found a treasure trove of clothing all her size, expensive bras, panties, blouses, skirts, dresses and all sorts of shoes. "Jacqueline this is too much." Mary said as she surveyed the contents of the closet which was large enough to be a spare bedroom as she pulled out one garment then another. "Go ahead, try on as much as you like." Jacqueline said as she came up behind Mary and pulled her close. "What's mine is yours. We are more than friends now, wouldn't you say?" She kissed Mary's shoulders as she fondled her large tits from behind and as she mashed her own into Mary's back. Mary squealed. She was like a kid in a candy store. They spent the rest of the afternoon putting together outfits. Most of the clothes had never been worn and still had the store tags attached. ... Heather met her sister Samantha as they both had just entered the house from different entrances. Isabel had grass stains all over her body, most couldn't be seen from under her modest robe, but her hair was full of grass cuttings. "What happen to you?" Heather asked her sister as the roar from the powerful lawn mower started again. Samantha had a funny grin on her face, and then confessed she'd had a fling with Jose the gardener. "Really," Heather asked surprised that her sister like she had just had sex with one of the help. Samantha looked at Heather and noticed that her suit was on inside out and didn't look like she'd been swimming or sunbathing. Movement from the pool area caught Samantha's attention and she saw Miguel pushing the long pole around in the pool. "What about you?" Samantha asked her sister. "Have you been messing around with the pool guy?" "How did you guess?" Heather replied as she attempted to cover a giggle. "Looks like you dressed in a hurry." Sam said as she pulled on the visible tag of Heather's one piece. They didn't say anything for a moment, then realizing the same thing at the same time. They yelled in unison, "Isabel," and scurried down the hall and up the stairs. Upon reaching Isabel's room and finding the door closed. They looked at each other shrugged and barged into the room. The room smelled of sex and Isabel was naked lying on top the equally naked Ana just as they screamed into each other's pussies completing another satisfying climax. As Samantha and Heather entered the room, Ana attempted to cover herself, but the bed clothes were on the floor, Isabel had that thoroughly fucked expression on her face, and said. "You caught me." Samantha turned to Heather and said, "This can't be a coincident!" ... Arriving at the Cove Eleuthera Resort John was completely in awe by the beauty of the place. The grounds were manicured to perfection, the windswept palms and lush green landscape contrasted against the white building gave the affect that they were indeed somewhere special. The driver carried their bags into the Royale Suite. Inside was just as amazing. It seemed as if every window had a perfect ocean view. The furniture was white cloth and wood and complemented beautifully the hardwood floors. John imagined he would love to spend some time here relaxing, but he was here on business. Turning to Elizabeth he smiled and said, "So where do we find this Chance Goodwin?" As if on cue, a large black man stepped into John's vision. He appeared to be in a state of transformation. He was tall about 6'4" hunched over slightly, his chest was bare covered with black and white hair and it appeared that muscles were toning, growing strong once again. The white hair that covered his head was growing darker; his white beard was darkening becoming black, no red, matching the hair on his head. He expanded his massive chest muscles rippled and his arms grew large and powerful; he appeared to grow two inches taller. A Gift From His Father Ch. 16 He stepped forward completely rejuvenated. The large diamond in his right ear sparkled brightly despite the fact that no direct sunlight was upon it. "I am Chance Goodwin, and what you have just witnessed was my renewal being connected again with the ring of power. I have regained my youth and power." John stepped forward and extended his hand, "I am John Smith, Master of the Ring of Power." "You are but a boy and no master," Chance said as he grab John by the wrist and hurled him across the room and into the nearby wall. Denise and Elizabeth stood frozen in their places. John pulled himself out of the crater in the wall he'd created. He tensed preparing to defend himself just as he was lifted into the air and thrown down to the floor with enough force to knock him unconscious. The large black man looked over at the two women and took a few steps towards them. "Elizabeth my beloved wife, our plan worked, just as you said it would." He stretched out his arms and Elizabeth ran into his embrace. ... "John, Johnny! Wake up!" John was slowly regaining consciousness. His head hurt and he wasn't able to move. "That's it son, wake up. Don't try and use your powers, not yet. I will explain, do you understand?" In his mind John answered his father, "Got it." He tried to look around but found that he had been completely immobilized. "What do you remember?" His father asked. "Meeting the giant Chance Goodwin and then getting tossed around the room like a rag doll." John replied as he was beginning to focus his eyes. "It's good that you remember. It seems that you have been betrayed." (To be continued.) A Gift From His Father Ch. 17 (Authors Note: At the end of this installment is a list of the characters and a brief description. I have included this because many of you have asked.) ***** Slowly opening his eyes John found he was unable to focus, there was a ringing in his ears that quickly vanished and was replaced with a squishing sounds and the slapping of flesh and soon the unmistakable scent of sex waffled into his olfaction. That seemed to help, at least it was familiar. He was able to focus his eyes now but something was off and then he realized that it was his perception, he was suspended high on the wall in what must have been the bungalow's main room. He was attached securely by some unseen and unknown force. As looked down he witnessed the powerful giant Chance Goodwin pounding his massive tool into the naked Elizabeth from behind, each thrust causing her magnificent tits to bounce violently as she grunted enjoying each stroke. As he looked on marveling at the man's dark brown physique, each muscle rippled and it seemed as if every one had been fully developed. Standing nervously a short distance away was the petit Denise Sour, the shape-shifter John had captured, made loyal to him and forced shifted her into a female; she too was naked and stood uncomfortably holding a tray of refreshments. "Husband," Elizabeth yelled, "It has been too long! "Ahhhhheeeee!" She was panting now as she came again. He never failed to bring her off quickly and she knew he was just getting started; Chance had incredible stamina matched only by the size of his cock, which was close to a foot long and several inches thick. Nevertheless, he had exhausted her. They had been at it for nearly forty five minutes now. Chance gently let Elizabeth go allowing her to fall forward and lay on the plush soft rug. It had been years since he had been able to fuck like this and he wanted to make up for lost time. He would let Elizabeth rest for a while he thought looking around the room until his gaze fell upon Denise still holding the tray of refreshments. She was tiny as he looked her over more closely admiring her plump tits pointing upward, her flat belly and cute little ass and long legs. Her sex appeared to be visible as he focused on the spot where her legs met. She was turned on by what she had witnessed. This would keep him happy until Elizabeth was ready for more. If not then there was always room service. "Set that tray down on the table little one and come here. Let me get a closer look at you." ... Waiting in the lobby of the attorney's office was something that April Martin didn't think she would find herself doing so early in life. The Law Firm of Basil, Shorr & Brown has been providing legal counsel to nonprofits, social enterprises and commercial businesses since 1955. April's research led her to the undeniable conclusion that this was the best firm in the region experienced for what she had in mind, creating the best safety net for the homeless and poor. She contacted the firm and proposed her ideas and after a d reasonable time for the legal team to vet John Smith, they agreed to meet. April still considered herself John Smith's girlfriend although he was often busy with all his new projects since inheriting over $2 million dollars from a father that he hardly knew. She was so excited when he asked her to take the lead on this newest project and meeting with the homeless shelter's administrator Mike Simpson and one of the firm's partners, Dinah Cohen meant that she was truly in charge. She arrived early and although fully prepared was anxious about the meeting. Unknown to her, John had given her the confidence and intelligence to handle this project and to act on his behalf. Nevertheless she was eager to get this first meeting underway. In his best blue jeans and sports coat Mike Simpson entered the lobby sporting a fresh haircut and quickly spotted April pacing near the elevator. He greeted her professionally and told her how excited the shelter's owners had been to hear about John's offer. They were willing to everything imaginable to help including outright selling the property. This was good news, April thought, since her plan would definitely deal with the rights of ownership. They entered the office together and were greeted by a pleasant receptionist who took them to a large conference room and brought them the beverage of their choice. The receptionist hadn't been out of the conference room more than 45 seconds when Dinah Cohen entered all smiles and greeting both of them with a firm handshake. She was a thin woman dressed in a grey business suite and appeared to be somewhere in her forties. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun looking a lot like Portia de Rossi in her role as Nelle Porter in the old television series Ally McBeal. She was all business and unimpressed by John's wealth or philanthropic intentions. The meeting lasted about ninety minutes, but the time went by quickly. Dinah Cohen was impressed by April Martin's grasp on the situation and scope of the plan she envisioned for the facility. Rather than handing it off to one of her 4th year associates, Dinah decided to hang on to this case and track its progress. The firm's research didn't bring up much on John Smith, only that he had inherited a small fortune from the late Dr. Zachary Smith, and that he'd made several wise investments more than doubling his original inheritance. She had asked to meet with Mr. Smith, April informed her that he was traveling outside the country and didn't know when he would be returning. She further assured the attorney that Mr. Smith had complete confidence in her. "Gutsy!" Dinah thought, "I like gusty!" ... Denise swallowed hard. She was visibly worried as she set the tray down and moved towards the giant. She tried to walk as feminine as possible, but knowing that she was about to get the fucking of her short female life made it seem silly. Just a few days ago she was a male, not a bad looking guy, too, she thought. But that had all changed. Her new master wanted her to be a female and best of all she was craving cock in both her holes. It was supposed to be a punishment, but she couldn't find the downside, unless she got pregnant she was pretty sure that she couldn't but she wasn't certain. Nevertheless, her master would take care of it. Wouldn't he? But her master was unconscious, captured and hanging from the wall. She would rely on Elizabeth for instructions or countermands to her standing instructions. Since Elizabeth said nothing, so she would obey until told otherwise. Elizabeth was reclining nearby, pulling her erect nipples with one hand while running her fingers through her wet pussy with the other. She watched as Chance kissed the petite Asian girl. She wondered what she must be thinking. Denise had been a female for a short time; all of her female parts seemed to be working. As she watched she could see that despite herself Denise was very aroused. Her nipples were hard like little bullets poking from her tits and her pussy, her brand new pussy was watering. John made her horny, craving cock, but she was still a man inside, it must be very confusing for her. Chance was about to mount the girl when his thoughts returned to his capture of the so called "Master of the Ring of Power". He turned to Elizabeth and asked. "So this boy had only recently become master of the ring, how many slaves has he converted, ten, twelve?" He shifted his weight as he brought his huge tool forward lining it up with Denise's tiny hole. "Oh no, he's a lazy one this boy," Elizabeth said falling back into her more natural island dialect and shuttering as she touched her clit and pleasure exploded throughout her body. "He's only converted two or three slaves. I have been trying to get him to convert more, but he is too lazy and says that there will be plenty of time for that." Chance grabbed the small woman and pushed forward hard as he pulled her back forcing his massive cock into her pussy and roared loudly as he conquered the first of the boy's slaves. Denise cried out loudly as all but two inches were crammed into her tiny hole stretching it to a new size. The pleasure/pain was more than she'd ever known. She was seeing stars. Before she could become used to the fullness he began to pull it out slowly. She didn't think it could get better but it did, and when he pushed it back in she thought she'd die from the pleasure and screamed again. "Johnny did you hear the exchange between Chance and Elizabeth? She lied to Chance about the number of agents you have converted! She knows that you've twenty agents, but she told him you only have four. Do you realize what that means?" Dr. Smith asked John telepathically from the realm within the ring. "Yeah, it means the traitor can't count." John said as he hung from the wall, he wasn't in much pain, but it was tiring and very uncomfortable. "No son, it means that she hasn't betrayed you after all. She is setting a trap for the big guy. You have to play along and not reveal that your strength has returned. Despite underestimating your true power, the giant will still be formable foe. He can't just take the ring from you; he has to kill you to possess it. You'll maintain only defensive strength until we can figure a way to beat him. I am looking through the records; he must have a weakness, everyone does." ... It had been a long day, so with their shift over and the evening still young, Candace and Rachel went to their usual watering hole about a mile from the hospital. Typically, Candace would make Rachel pay for their drinks, since she earned more money and since Candace was now housing and feeding the bimbo. Candace ordered her usual drink and Alabama Slammer while Rachel enjoyed her standard Cherry Hooker. As they sipped the first tastes of their drinks Candace unusually smiled and engaged Rachel in a conversation, small talk at first and then she said. "Rachel, I want to talk to you about something serious for a moment. Do you think you can concentrate long enough for me to do that?" Since they were no longer in the hospital Rachel was quickly reverting into her bimbo state and would be completely within her alter ego once the drink was consumed. "Okay." She said, surprised that Candace wanted to talk to her at all. They never really talked. Rachel was serving out her punishment for being such a bitch to Candace all those years ago. That much Rachel understood, but it wasn't such a tough punishment, all things considered. She was given back her youth and was made more beautiful than before. She got to have sex all the time with as many people as she could find. She learned to love eating pussy and sucking cock as well as being fucked in the ass and her pussy. Best of all she had no worries. She figured that if this was a punishment, she could do twenty years standing on her head. Rachel took another sip of her drink and her eyes followed a cute guy ordering two drinks, one for his girlfriend, she thought. "You'd better hurry up sweetie, 'cause you know who is on her way out," She giggled. Candace pulled Rachel by her hands and actually turned the woman on her seat to look into her eyes. "I think we need to take a leave from nursing for a while. As much as we both love it, it is hard for me to do my job properly." Candace said softly and without emotion. Rachel looked at Candace and asked, "Which job is that? Nursing or being whatever it is that John has turned you into?" Candace was stunned. Rachel was making sense, something that she didn't expect of the bimbo, having forgotten that behind her bimbo exterior there was a bright woman trapped inside. "Honestly," She sighed, "both. I can't be the best nurse I can be with having to look for my next fuck or be in the vicinity of enough fucking to meet my quota. That's the real reason John is unhappy with me. I am not carrying my load and he is depending on all of us to help keep him strong. For me it has been one big joke." She took a long swig of her drink and said, "And for the record, I am sorry that I have treated you so badly. You deserve your freedom back. You've more than paid me back for the way you treated me all those years ago. As soon as John returns I am going to ask him to turn you back and let you resume your life. He can wipe your memory and change your body back. It would be like none of this ever happened." "What!" Rachel said almost spilling what remained of her drink. She was getting used to the routine and although she didn't remember everything very well she didn't want to be returned to her former life and as far as losing her youth and this body, she definitely didn't want that. Candace misread Rachel's reaction. "That's it," Candace said. "I've made up my mind. You will be able to return to the hospital and continue nursing. I will find other things to do, more suitable to the commitment I made to John." Rachel swallowed the rest of her drink, her days as a bimbo may be numbered but she certainly was feeling it now. She began to picture images of large hard cocks of all sizes, shapes and colors in her mind. Returning to the boring life of a fat housewife and nurse wasn't what she wanted. She would miss the sex and this fabulous body that was always ready for sex with others or alone. "Candy," the bimbo said referring to Candace, "There are several cute guys out there and few girls. I don't want to return to that other life. I love fucking and sucking, it is sooo much fun, like I could do it all the time. Please don't send me away." She pleaded and then pouted. Just as a guy sat next to her an ordered a Bud Light and turned to his left and right into the doe like eyes of Rachel and smiled. As Rachel looked into his eyes and said. "Hi ya sweetie, come here often?" And just like that the bimbo had been released. In the back of her mind Rachel thought that if the bimbo would be banished she might as well go out in a blaze of glory. Before the night was over Rachel had sucked six cocks, been fucked four times, once in the ass and licked two pussies to climax. Candace wasn't to be left out but didn't score nearly as high as Rachel. When it was all over, it was early in the morning, the bar was closing and she found herself in the back storage room; Rachel couldn't find her bra or scrub pants. Candace wasn't in much better shape; she could drive, but she had lost her bra and panties, likely someone's trophy and her top was nowhere to be found, either. Since she couldn't drive topless, she took one of the guys shirts and made due. It was too small, but she tied it at the bottom and allowed her some semblance of modesty. ... Work in the adult entertainment industry was harder than one might think, nevertheless Jeremy Fox turned out to be a director's dream. He seemed to be able to achieve an erection on demand, stay hard indefinitely and ejaculate a countless number of times before needing a break. They had nicknamed him Clark Kent, because he was so easy to get alone with and willing to take advice from almost anyone, but beneath that mild mannered exterior he was the man of steel. In the short time that they had been there his reputation had flourished and all the girls were eager to work with him. It seemed that once they finished a film the cast and production crew would unwind with a few drinks and of course it turned into little harmless sex. One of the actors gave Jeremy some good advice, which he was later able to confirm with one of the other guys. "If you want to last in this industry, don't volunteer or do the extra stuff until you've been around for awhile. It will increase the money they pay you and extend your longevity in the business." Taking that advice to heart, Jeremy decided to not let on that he was bisexual. Not that money was going to be an issue; he found the advice solid and wanted to please John, this was a marathon not a sprint. Tammy, too, was having the time of her life and living out one fantasy after another. When John first met her she was grossly overweight, until John worked his charms on her, and she really appreciated this opportunity. So like Jeremy she was a joy to work, she was always perky and in a good mood. Despite being willing and able to do everything you could imagine in front of the camera, she agreed to follow the advice he shared. For now she limited herself to guy/girl, and girl/girl. She was proficient at fellatio and seemed to be able to deep throat the largest cocks they could find. Despite being willing she turned down all opportunities to do anal and double penetration. Rumor had it that despite being so new she was easily going to win a nomination for best new starlet. Both collected sexual energy quickly and easily. They would prove John correct and surpass their quotas and transferred their packages on their regular schedules. Nevertheless, Jeremy wasn't satisfied. John was hoping to hit the mother lode of sexual energy, and Jeremy agreed that this was the place to find it. Both he and Tammy needed to find a way to double normal quotas, and Jeremy was determined to find a way to do it. Fortunately Jeremy's determination led to a conversation with their producer Mel Katz who quickly gave them access to other sets while in production to "watch and learn". If that wasn't enough, Jeremy and Tammy planned on hosting weekly workshops to improve on their skills and help others who were interested in breaking into the biz. Of course these workshops would eventually become mini orgies as they all practiced their craft. Jeremy and Tammy agreed that this would give them a good start to reaching their goal. Despite living across the hall from one another, Tammy spent a lot of time with Jeremy in his apartment. She was certainly getting to know him better she thought as she leisurely ran her fingers up and down his enormous cock as it laid semi erect on his stomach. Jeremy affectionately played with the nipple of her left tit while watching "The Tonight Show" with Jimmy Fallon. They were of course attracted to one another and having just finished a very satisfying fuck was basking in the afterglow when the show came on, they were becoming very comfortable with one another. This wasn't love, was it? Tammy thought. Sure they cared for each other, but that was simply being a good teammate. "Are you ready to go shopping for a car, yet?" Tammy asked as a Cadillac commercial came on and her actions caused Jeremy's cock continued to expand in her tiny hand. They both seemed ready to go at it again. "Mmmmm..." Jeremy said as he smiled while reaching forward grabbing Tammy's wet pussy and dipping his middle finger inside. "Yeah, I think it is about time. Still haven't decided what to get. Lean towards a Beemer, I like the style." "Ohhhhhh...mmmm..." Tammy said as she reacted to the magic Jeremy's finger was working in her pussy, "Hardtop or convertible, new or preowned?" Jeremy tried to laugh as he watched her. Tammy had put emphasis on the question just before taking his hard cock down her throat. Tammy was amazing, she could barely open her mouth wide enough to accommodate him and yet she was able to swallow him completely. The feeling was amazing and his mind was no longer able to think about cars. He pulled her body to him and they began to concentrate on pleasuring each other again. ... Regaining consciousness John was surprised to find the room quiet, he'd lost track of time. Discretely scanning his surroundings he observed no changes, he continued to hang from the wall as his entire body ached. Despite there being no one around he knew he was being watched and he accepted his father's advice and continued to play possum. Chance was a very powerful being and had the advantage of many decades of experience; speculation was that he over two hundred years old. That alone gave him an edge. John could beat him as long as wasn't rash and thought through his actions. The Ring of Power couldn't be taken from him, nor could he simply hand it over. The only way that Chance could get the ring was if he were able to kill him. John still felt very strong, he had enough energy reserves stored up to last a while, unless he had to expend a lot of energy for a long period of time. And since his energy is constantly being replenished by his agents in the field, there shouldn't be any need to worry. So short of destroying the resort by fighting like titans, John needed a better way to overcome the giant. The element of surprise would be the best way, so for now he'd wait. A Gift From His Father Ch. 17 ... Since Karen Miller took over for Tammy Bowen at the bank her life had become a fantasy. Despite having only a high school education she was surprised how naturally she conformed to office life at the small bank and how pleased everyone had been with her work. Of course it didn't hurt that John had transformed her into a stunning redhead, green-eyed beauty, with huge tits, a great ass and long legs. In addition to filling Tammy's stiletto shoes, the branch manager had moved Karen from the office in the back to a nice visible spot near the front window among her peers; his intent was that she would be eye candy and draw more foot traffic to the small bank. This move proved to be a stroke of genius as there was a significant increase in the number of new accounts opened since Karen's arrived, almost double over last the last fiscal year. Karen also proved how clever she was when she negotiated favorable working hours, 10AM until 4PM. Money wouldn't be a issue, she had a small apartment near the bank and could walk or take the bus, and she was able to invest most of her discretionary income into smart investments from the tips that the bank's managers provided. Besides, she also had her job as John's agent and between all the sucking and fucking she was getting from the "Silicon Valley" executives she met, she rarely had to pay for anything. In fact, the toughest part of her day was turning down the numerous job offers she received. She liked her job, but she also felt that with all the attention she was getting maybe she should consider a position with one of the software companies that have solicited her. But that was John's call. He wanted her at the bank for reasons she didn't know or question. He was her master. They all enjoyed tremendous freedom and latitude, and in return John didn't ask more than for them to deliver their quotas. Nevertheless, she planned to speak to him about it once he returned. Karen kept her wardrobe current and supplied with ample lingerie, which she had to constantly replace through Cynthia's Clothing Boutique. It seemed that her lovers valued them as souvenirs, having to replace her panties often. Despite the boutique being across the street from the bank, she preferred simply ordered online and have them delivered directly to her apartment. She toyed with the idea of going without panties; the idea was so naughty to her she became moist below just thinking about it. It had been several days now, since she had heard from her master, she wasn't aware that his trip would take this long. She was new and such matters weren't her concern. She mused as she stood naked in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, scrutinizing every inch of her exquisite body. She still found it hard to accept the image looking back at her from the mirror. She looked so different. It took a little getting used to, especially the seven inches of height she gained. She always wanted to be taller. As she gazed into the mirror and caressed her body, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they pleasured her with their touch. Her huge tits appeared to be floating off her chest; she cupped one and pulled gently on the nipple causing her already wet pussy to moisten secrete even more of her juices and her arousal filled her sinuses. She lifted a plump nipple to her mouth and stifled a sigh, she allowed her other hand to travel to her wet box and play with the brilliant diamond that pierced her labia while. It sparkled as the sexual energy crackled within it. It would be soon time to transfer it to her master. It wouldn't hurt to add a little more as she played with herself, something she only did in the company of her lovers. Her nether lips swelled with her growing desire. Did she dare to come, she had a date tonight. The anticipation of a large cock sliding in and out of her pussy had her on edge. Her fingers found her clit and she lightly touched it. The touch sent shivers all through her body, causing her nipples to harden more. A small squeal of pleasure escaped her lips as she was beginning to enjoy more the sensations she was causing. John had made her nipples, pussy and ass ultra sensitive; it didn't take much for her to get off. In fact she sometimes came when simply giving head. She was panting now, fighting a losing battle to hold off her climax in an effort to increase its strength. She was on her knees now working her hand on her pussy, three fingers in her hole while she fondled her tit and pulled harder on her nipple with her teeth. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, EEEeeeeeiiiii!" She came flooding her hand with her juices and chewing on her nipple. "Mmmmmmmmm!" She continued to come really enjoying the sensations and thinking how much better it would be with a partner. As she began to relax, pulling her hand from her pussy and licking her fingers clean, she recognized that full feeling telling her that it was time to transfer her collected energy, she like to call her "package" to her master. She assumed the position on her knees and leaned forward to gripping the bed gently with both hands and flexed all her muscles simultaneously and thrusting the energy out of her body through her diamond and on the way to her master. As long as John was on the planet, he was assured to receive her transmission through the magic of the gem network. ... With a sudden and loud burst of noise breaking the calm and silence Chance Goodwin exploded through the door throwing it off the hinges and landing near where John continued to hang, conserving his strengthen. Chance grabbed John by the nearest limb and hurled him to the ground, causing a small crater to form beneath the broken hardwood floor. He hoped to startle John interrupting his concentration, but John wasn't caught off guard, not again and using the minimum of energy shielded him and suffered no affect from the attack. But he was still immobilized. Chance extended an empty hand and received a large thick scimitar. He brought it down quickly upon the wrist of John ringed hand in an effort to separate it from his arm. But curved blade broke into pieces as it landed on John's wrist and steel shards scattering across the room. "Ahhha!" Chance yelled. "You should have weakened enough by now boy! But no matter, I will simply deny you any new energy." With that he pulled John up from the crater and dragged him through the bungalow, tossing him into a round room that looked to have been hastily constructed and added to the building. John noticed that he ceased to feel new energies flowing into the ring. His face must have registered the change as Chance laughed. "It won't be long now boy! I have blocked the energy reception. Not only will I take your ring, but if I don't do it soon, your slaves will all die, unable to transfer their collected energy. It will simply back up and kill them in the process. Ha ha ha!" The giant said as he lumbered off, still laughing. Unseen peeking out from the master bedroom, Elizabeth watched in horror as Chance boasted of his plan. There was little time remaining. If John didn't act quickly this all could be lost. Elizabeth trained all of John's agents; they all would wait until they could hold no more energy before transferring it to John. Neither would survive more than a few hours if unable to empty their storage. She turned to Denise who was lying in the bed looking uncertain about the matters going on. Like Elizabeth she was still naked. "We don't have much time," She told the petite woman as she slid close to her. She kissed the confused young woman and began fondling her breasts while arranging their bodies for serious foreplay. ... "Johnny!" The voice of Dr. Zachary Smith echoed in John's mind. "Looks like we have run out of time, you are going to have to face him now or risk losing all the people you love and hold dear." "I understand and I'm ready. I'm tired of being tossed around like a rag doll by this punk." John attempted to yell back at the giant, as he climbed to his feet, only slipping and collapsing to the floor. "Elizabeth was right; you are a worthless and lazy boy. Look how quickly your strength has left you." The giant moved close and grabbed John by the shirt on his chest, his head falling back, his arms hanging lifeless. As he lifted John into the air raising him high enough to look at him eye to eye. John suddenly stiffened and brought bought arms up fist balled tightly and delivered an immense blow to each of the giant's ears. The strike was perfect. Chance dropped John and grabbed his ears while yelling loudly in pain, temporarily stunned by John attack. Landing on his feet, John quickly swiped the giant's legs knocking Chance to his back with a hard thud. Within a fraction of a second John was on top of Chance and delivered two mighty blows, a right to the giant's chin and a left upper cut just under the same spot. ... Denise was panting and sweating profusely, she'd not been a woman more than a few days but in that short span of time she enjoyed more sex than the entire time she'd lived as a man. Having a pussy was much better than a cock she thought, or at least being able to experience multiple orgasms was much better than she could have ever imagined. Elizabeth was doing things to her that she didn't know she could feel. She came again even as the noise of the fight outside shook the house and her screams of passion echoed through the room. She tried to reciprocate as best as she could, but Elizabeth was in control and giving her pleasure was the only thing that seemed to be on her mind. ... Something was wrong, Karen felt a sickening feeling overcome her. Then she realized what the trouble was, she was still full, her energy didn't transfer. It felt a little like intestinal gas (flatus) or acid reflux only much stronger and it continued to build by the moment. She felt as though she were about to collapses, looking around the spinning room she saw her iPhone 5 on her bed and lunged forward missing it on the first try she caught it as she bounced on the firm mattress. Depressing and holding the large bottom button, she heard the twin tones indicating that Siri had been activated. She settled herself understanding that Siri wasn't very forgiving when it came to poor annunciation; she had one chance to get it right, and held her breath then speaking as clearly as she could said, "Call Mary!" Siri replied, "Calling Mary's mobile!" "Thank God," Karen thought. "Hello Karen, what a surprise. What can I do for you?" Mary answered in her typical cheerful voice. "Mary, something is wrong, very wrong. It hurts, oh the pain!" She gasped as a sharp pain struck. "Karen, where are you?" Mary asked as she maneuvered her car to the side of the road. "Mary, I am home, can you... help me, please?" "Hold on Karen, I am not far away. I'll be there in 10 minutes." Mary put the Mercedes sports car in gear and peeled down the street towards the young woman's apartment. ... The giant was stunned for a moment. But as he recovered and sat up, John backed off ready to attack again or counter attack. Chance he grabbed his jaw with his right hand, tested it manually by moving it left and right thinking John may have broken it. He chuckled as he jumped to his feet. "So you have some guts after all, boy." Towering over John, he extended his hand palm up and bent all four fingers twice motioned to John to try it again. "Come on boy; show me what you're made of!" "Be careful John. He is bating you." His father warned. "It is likely to be a trick." ... Mary drove quickly through the streets of Mountain View; she was now only three minutes away from Karen's apartment when her phone rang again. She answered using her Mercedes "hands free". "Hello Mary? Are you there?" Maria asked from the other end of the phone. Not waiting for Mary to reply. "Something is wrong. Carmen is in pain, she got some kind of feedback when she tried to transfer her package." "Maria, I am on the way to Karen's apartment, she seems to have had a similar occurrence. Call the others and tell them not to transfer until I tell them it is okay. Keep her as comfortable as you can. I will call you when I know more." ... The giant threw and landed a combination of blows. Had John not reinforced his armor they would have likely killed him. Chance was probably the strongest man John had ever seen. The strength of the last blows knocked John through one of the interior walls. John quickly recovered and picked up the bedroom armoire and broke it over Chance's head, knocking him to his knees. The giant roared as he fought to get back to his feet. John used that moment to land a huge double kick to Chance's solar plexus, knocking him through one of the support column and bring the roof down on top of him. John held his breath as the debris rained down burying the giant. ... Denise had come so hard so many times in such a short period of time she thought she would die. Elizabeth too had come several times, but she didn't have time to bask in the afterglow. "Denise, we have no time to waste, you must destroy the dome that is blocking John from receiving the transferred energy." "My master needs me, I understand, but how can I accomplish this task?" Denise asked already on her feet. "I don't know how you will have to figure it out yourself. If you fail your master will die. Now go! Denise ran from the room, dismissing the fact that she was unclothed and barefoot. She ran through one of the rooms destroyed by the battle and out into the bright sunlight. Elizabeth peaked out and into the main room. It looked as if a bomb had exploded in it. John was looking down on a pile of rubble that had buried Chance Goodwin. John took a deep breath hoping that it was over. He sighed heavily and reluctantly began removing the debris piece by piece. Denise was blinded by the light reflecting off the surface of the dome. "Mirrors," Denise whispered. "The dome is made of mirrors." Looking around she saw several stones used as ground covering. Rushing towards the cache she hefted the first stone and hurled it at the dome smashing the first mirror, as pieces began to fall she could see they were like tiles and she would have to break a great many of them to have any chance of restoring her master's connection. ... Using his telekinesis John carefully removed one piece of the heavy beam after the other, not wanting to get too close in case the giant was waiting for him to let his guard down. As he suspected the giant wasn't done, the final pieces of the beam shot forward and John had to move quickly to avoid them. As he dodged the planks, the Chance followed and in that instance the giant was able to snag John using his own telekinesis power, and held him fixed in the air above him. "Son, your reserves are almost depleted." John's father reported. "You must end this soon." John lifted another heavy beam and hurled towards the giant, but Chance easily dodged it. "Okay boy, looks like your time is up. Prepare to be mastered." John struggled against the power but was unable to move and he didn't have much strength remaining and Chance knew it. John felt his arms being pulled out from his sides and held out parallel to the ground. Violently all of his clothes were ripped away leaving him completely naked. "Boy, I understand that ass of yours is still a virgin. I am about to bust that cherry!" Chance howled as he looked up at the helpless young man. ... Mary held Karen in her arms; the young woman was burning up as if she had a raging fever. Mary had never seen this before and didn't understand what was happening or how she could help the young woman. If only Elizabeth were here as long as she's been around she would know what to do. "Karen, try again. You must transfer your package." "I will try, Mary, but I feel so weak, and I don't know if I can." Nevertheless, Karen gritted her teeth and tensed her body and pushed as hard as she could. ... John was powerless and naked; his reserved depleted and no new energy was flowing into the ring. He was about to be sodomized. "Why does everyone want to do fuck me in the ass," he thought. John felt himself being bent forward and his legs and ass being spread. He was no long able to protect himself. Chance removed his pants and was sporting an impressive erection. "I am going to enjoy breaking you, boy." Elizabeth chose that moment to saunter into the room; she was desperate to find a way to stall him. She heard in the distant the sound of glass breaking, she knew Denise was working to save her master, she just needed more time. "Husband," she called out as she meandered her way through the debris. "Looks like you've won, but are you sure you want to soil that lovely cock on the skinny white boy, when you can have this," she said as she waved her hand presenting her luscious body. "Woman, what are you saying, you know I have to break the boy to win the ring. If you don't want to watch this then leave, but I must break his will then kill him to claim the Ring of Power." "Well, if you must let me first kiss him good-bye, he was a good lover, I have to admit. And then you can have that cherry ass of his." Not waiting for Chance to approve, she jiggled her naked body past him as she admiring his large tool. Reaching John who was still frozen in place, she slapped his ass and said, "Looks like another fine mess I got you into, I hope this helps." As she finished her sentence she flexed her muscles in an unmistakable gesture revealing the transfer of sexual energy to John her master. "Nooooo! What are you doing?" Chance charged forward knocking Elizabeth aside like a rag doll too late as John recovered with the surge of power that flowed into the ring and his body. He jumped out of the way of the charging giant and landed an enormous blow right on the giant's chin knocking him backward. He followed with a flurry of punches moving more quickly than the eye could follow. Chance fell forward like a tree being toppled by an axe and landed hard right on his face. When Denise felt she had destroyed almost two thirds of mirror panes, she thought it was enough. She returned to their ruined accommodations ready to help or die fighting to save her master. ... Karen took a deep breath, she was feeling much better. Whatever had blocked her from transferring her package had gone. She giggled as she pulled Mary to her mouth and kissed her passionately thanking her for coming to her aid the way she had. Mary broke the kiss and asked her to hold that thought while she called Maria to inquire about Carmen's condition. Maria said that she was okay; apparently duplicating the same process Mary had did the trick. But that was naïve, she knew some other forces were at work; nevertheless Mary asked that Maria contact the other and insist that they all transfer any energy they had immediately. ... Fooled once that the giant had been defeated, John used the cord from the window treatments to tie Chance's hands and arms tightly. He turning the giant over on his back and jumped on his chest. Looking into his bruised face and shut eyes John entered the giant's mind. "Chance Goodwin, I, John Smith am your master, now. I am the master of the Ring of Power. You are completely loyal to me. You cannot harm me or anyone of my agents or the people I care for. I control you. You are mine to command. If I will it you will kill yourself. You will obey me without question or reservations. You will warn me if I am in danger and give your life for me. You would rather die than to displease me. Do you understand?" The giant woke, "I Chance Goodwin pledge my total allegiance to you John Smith, Master of the Ring of Power." John climbed off the giant and the bindings disappeared. The giant kneel and took the hand that John offered and kissed the Ring of Power. John pulled Chance to his feet. His face was bloodied but it quickly began to heal as the power of the ring flowed through John into his newest agent. "Why don't you see about getting this place cleaned up? I can image the bill we are going to receive." A Gift From His Father Ch. 17 "Yes, my master. Chance said. John looked around and found Elizabeth unconscious among the rubble of the ruined building. She was bloody her face and limbs cut, her legs looked broken. She was still breathing. John felt a new surge of energy, stronger than any he had felt in a long time. He reached out his arms and slowly Elizabeth's body lifted and floated into his waiting arms. He carried her back to the master bedroom, the only part of their bungalow that remained intact and laid her on the bed. He focused his thoughts and watched as her bleeding stopped and the cuts healed. Her legs straightened and she began to once again radiate the health glow he'd come to expect whenever she was around. Denise arrived in time to see that her efforts had paid off. The battle was over and her master was triumphant. The giant had pledged his loyalty to her master and was submissively accepting his orders from his new master. She watched as Chance moved some debris and found the house phone. He picked it up, had to tap the button a few times but the phone came to life. "This is Goodwin in the presidential suite. I need a cleanup crew. Better send about five men." He hung up not waiting for a reply. It was over. He had lost. It was the best chance he'd had in over 200 years, but he failed again. He had been betrayed. No, Elizabeth was following her master's instructions. He just wasn't strong enough. He sat down quietly to consider his fate among the destroyed furniture in the sitting room he sat on the only piece of furniture not broken, an overstuffed chair. Dirty, sweaty, and half naked his massive cock though not erect hung down between his legs like salami. It was too inviting for Denise to ignore. She ambled in and sat next to him. He didn't look at her. He was defeated and depressed. She pushed him back, he didn't resist and she climbed into his lap wrapping her legs around him. She found a cloth nearby and wiped the sweat and dirty away from his mouth and kissed him gently as if welcoming him into their little family. She knew what he was thinking. He was a beaten man. He still couldn't believe it was true. He looked up at her and was about to ask a question. His eyes were sad and much less powerful as before. She replied to the unasked question, "Because he is the Master of the Ring of Power and like me you are his to command." She reached down and found his semi hard cock and caressed it. It didn't take long before it hardened and rose. She adjusted her position and put it at the opening of her wet pussy and lowered herself on him. She gasped in sheer delight as the massive cock entered and stretched again her tiny pussy. She began bouncing up and down slowly allowing the huge cock to slide effortlessly in and out of her petite pussy. Elizabeth had fully recovered from her injuries and looked into John's eyes as he held her head in his lap, caressing her face and admiring her beauty. "So, do you want to tell me what all that was about?" John asked. "What do you mean," She asked. "I came down here to persuade Chance Goodwin to join my group of agents, and instead I am fighting for my life against the giant. We've destroyed our accommodations and I nearly got sodomized, again. Was this all part of your plan?" "You didn't think it would be easy, did you?" John looked at her in disbelief. They both stared for several moments, and then they broke out into a fit of laughter. Elizabeth reached up and found John's lips and kissed him sensuously. The kiss caused his cock to jump and slapped Elizabeth on the side of her face. She grabbed it with one hand and held it still until they ended their kiss. She then pulled it to her mouth and began to worship it and pulled it deep into her throat. ... When Mary was convinced the crisis was over, she returned to attend to Karen. The young woman seemed to have completely recovered and took Mary into her arms as she returned to the room. They kissed again and Karen helped Mary out of her clothes. She had a few hours before she needed to get ready for her date and being with the mother of her master seemed too right to be refused. She found Mary to be an excellent lover and they brought each other off several times before retiring to the bathroom to shower and get Karen ready for the evening. ... Within the confines of the Ring of Power, sitting in what appeared to be a control room; Dr. Zachary Smith sat punching switches and typing into a keyboard. His screen went black and was replaced with the zig zag lines that depicted sound waves. Punching a few more buttons and turning a dial he finally began to hear sounds that turned into voices. "He has beaten the giant and made him his slave." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I have seen it." "He is growing more powerful, do you know his intentions?" "It is still unclear. We must remain vigilant." ... Elizabeth's skills hadn't diminished a bit and when John was ready he exploded in her throat, flooding her with huge flow of his juices. She swallowed quickly barely keeping up. She continued to suck on his cock until she felt that he was ready to ask the questions she knew were coming. "I think you owe me an explanation, don't you?" John said as he looked down at the woman as she slowly swirled her tongue around his still hard cock. She pulled it from her mouth, kissing the head as she reluctantly allowed it to fall away and reposition herself so that they were eye to eye. "Yes, I do." She said as she blinked her large doe like eyes. "Well?" John asked. "Would you like the long version or the short version?" She asked in an attempt to lighten the mood, until she saw the stern look on his face and knew he wasn't in the mood for cuteness. "Well, you wanted me to find him; we agreed that Chance would be a good ally in the coming battle of the Masters of the Five Rings." She said sitting upright and looked at him face to face. She continued to explain that when she found Chance, he had indeed been in a much weakened state. He probably didn't have more than three weeks left. But as it was with her in the bank, when Chance was in the proximity of the Ring of Power his jewel was reconnected and began to immediately reinvigorate him. Since he is one of the oldest of his kind for John to have simply been on the island was close enough for Chance's diamond to receive the benefits from the ring. Elizabeth continued, "Chance wouldn't have simply agreed to be one of your agents, remember he is one of the first ones. He was aware of a little known fact that new masters were vulnerable, particularly if they hadn't but a handful of agents. Chance thought that if he was stronger and more experienced had a very good possibility of overcoming a lazy young master. So that is what I presented to him." Elizabeth admitted that she didn't know there was a way of blocking the reception of his transmissions, and had Denise had not accompanied them things may have turned out differently. She complemented him on his brilliant plan to play possum and waiting for the right opportunity to display his strength. John simply shrugged. Like most people she had no idea that he had the benefit of his father advising him secretly from within the Ring of Power. Nor could she know that former masters who had abused the power of the ring were trapped within it. John realized how lucky he'd been. Many things helped to deliver this victory, none less than having his father to advise him. As Elizabeth filled in the blanks John listened intensely. Her role was crucial and that had she not acted when she did, he didn't want to think about the consequence, he was truly grateful he told her. "Having a grateful master is a good thing." She joked, "Are you ready to reward me?" "Absolutely," John said. "What is it that you want?" She confessed that one of the reasons it had taken her so long to tell him what she wanted was due to the fact that she was torn. She really liked the idea of telekinesis, being able to move things with her mind, but she thought she would be more useful to him if she was able to become invisible. John smiled. "Why chose, I will grant you both, but you can only use one of these gifts at a time and it will mean that your quota will have to be doubled." She looked at him stunned into silence. She never expected this and despite being emotionally reserved she squealed with delight and hugged him tightly. John told her that she would have to wait until he was fully recovered, which would likely be when they arrived home. John asked. "Chance referred to you as his wife, is that true?" Elizabeth sighed heavily. "As you know we are forbidden to marry. But, Chance and I were once very close. He considered me his and called me his wife. It was more of a term of endearment." "You choice me over him," John said as if he couldn't believe her choice. "Of course," she said with a smile. "You are the Master of the Ring of Power." And she gently pushed John on to his back as she crawled on top of him and lowered herself slowly on to his rigid fat cock. She took her time knowing how much he enjoyed the first moments of entering a warm wet pussy. She leaned forward letting her long black tresses fall forward and as her perfect brown tits hung forward as she put all her weight on her hands which she had placed on his washboard abs. He immediately began to feel much better as Elizabeth negotiated long slow strokes. Tomorrow they would return home and things would return to normal, he thought, as normal as things could be for him. ... The next morning they Chance, Elizabeth and Denise gathered in what was left of the grand room. The debris had been cleaned up, the roof shored up and the furniture removed. It more resembled an apartment under construction than the great room it once had been. Their flight was scheduled to leave around noon and John was looking forward to getting back home. Chance was dressed in tropical whites and black sandals. His dress was shirt opened (the first two buttons), and straining at the seams by his bulging chest and arm muscles. His triceps were the most developed John had ever seen, making it appear as if he could rip the shirt from his body by simply flexing his muscles. The contrast of the white shirt and slacks covering his dark brown body could only be described as stunning. Elizabeth and Denise in light sundresses that accented their figures; they chatted with one another while they waited as John completed his phone calls. When he emerged he was in a good mood smiling as he regarded his agents. He looked at Chance and the state of the room and asked. "Have we heard from the management about the damage?" How do they expect to be compensated? Chance grinned and said, "That will not be necessary." When John asked why Chance told him that he (John Smith) now owned the property. He went on to explain that it was his, but since he was conquered all of his possessions were now passed on to John, and so there was no need to be concerned about the damage. John looked surprised and asked what else did he now possess? Chance listed a few more properties including a restaurant and a school. "A school," John asked. Chance told him it was once his pride and joy, something he gave back to his people. Some of the profits from the properties and businesses paid for the school allowing many of the poor attend school and get a good start on education and a decent life. "Of course all that I own is now yours. I only hope that you will allow the school to continue." All eyes were on John as he pondered the situation. Rubbing his chin he said. "Chance, I don't think that is fair." As he paused he saw the giant's face fall and he continued. "That may have been the way things were done long ago, but that isn't the way I do things." Chance looked at John for the first time with anticipation of hope and good news, began to say something, thought better of it and decided to let John continue. "I encourage all my agents to support themselves, I only ask that they meet their quotas and to be there when I need them. So, my friend, what is yours remains yours. I hope that you are able to acquire more wealth and property and serve me faithfully." Chance was jubilant. He smiled the biggest whitest smile John had ever seen and thanked John. "We still have a few hours before we a scheduled to leave," John said. "Would you care to give us a tour of your businesses? I really want to see the school, too." "Absolutely, master." Chance cheerfully replied. "I will call for the limo." On board the plane heading back to central California, Elizabeth and Chance talked quietly. She explained the life he would be entering into and what his roll would likely be. To her surprise he thanked her for her deception and that he was looking forward to his new life. Meanwhile as John appeared to be sleeping he was engaged in a conversation with h is father telepathically from within the Ring of Power. Dr. Smith told him about the transmission he intercepted and how he thought it was possible. John thought about it for a moment and then realized there was only one possible answer, Denise. (To be continued) ***** Characters John Smith - Master of the Ring of Power and son of Dr. Zachary Smith. He inherits "Ring of Power" a magical ring from his father a man he hardly knows. The ring allows him to: read minds, see through clothing with x-ray vision, alter other's bodies & minds, heals, and connected telepathically to his agents. The only condition on the use of the Ring of Power is that he must do good deeds and avoid abusing his power or suffer the fate of his father and be imprisoned within the ring. The Ring of Power - Is one of five rings ancient rings with amazing powers. Gives the wearer the power to control minds, change and alter physical shapes and more, and is powered by sexual energy. It is also a prison for former masters who abused its power, keeping them in an energy vortex with no body, only consciousness. Agents -People John Smith (the master of the Ring of Power) has converted to collect sexual energy through their diamond piercings (labia for women, ears for men) which is then transferred to the Ring of Power which strengths the wearer. Dr. Zachary Smith - The disembodied father of John Smith, who is now only a consciousness imprisoned within the Ring of Power along with other former masters of the Ring of Power who abused its influence. This unknown to everyone except the wearer, they communicate telepathically with the dominate consciousness, John unknowingly granted his father Dr. Smith this privilege. Mary Smith - Mother of John Smith and mistress to the late Dr. Zachary Smith, who used the power of the ring to control her and limit her activities. When he died (or was imprisoned within the Ring of Power) she was suddenly freed from Dr. Smith's control. She was enjoying life until John inherited the Ring of Power and accidently activated her diamond. She is now one of his agents. Mary has enchanted Jacqueline Smith so that whenever they meet memories of the orgy the attended flood her mind causing her to orgasm, (see Jacqueline Winchester Smith). April Martin - John Smith's girlfriend. They had been friends since childhood. She has had a crush on him since they first met. Just before John received the ring from his father, they had just begun dating. John enhanced her beauty and mind making her very smart and possessing a killer body with cinnamon colored eyes. John hasn't decided if he wants to marry her, but he doesn't want her to be an agent. He has assigned her to watch over his newest philanthropic projects. Her mother Candace has wiped her memory several times, so she really is unaware of what it really going on even though she's been at the center. Candace Martin - Is the mother of April Martin, John Smith's girlfriend. John has a crush on her since his early teens. She's a nurse, was married to a doctor before he divorced her for a younger woman. She has became one of John's agents and lovers, was given the power of lactating mind controlling milk. She has fallen in love with John; she was allowed to take revenge on her boss, Rachel Woods. She's a little bit narcissistic. Rachel Woods - Candace's boss at the hospital, spent years tormenting Candace Martin because she could. John transformed her from a 57 year old bored house wife and head nurse into classic bimbo at Candace's request. She lost 20 points of IQ, given waist long bright blonde hair, small waist, large ass, huge tits (pierced nipples) and big lips. She has been Candace's to control. Candace moved her into her home to better keep track of the dumb blonde. She retains her sharp mind only in medical situations where patient care is paramount, otherwise is a self absorbed bimbo obsessed with her appearance and sex. Candace had her large ass tattooed with "BIMBO" and had her nipples and labia pierced with sapphire stone that allow John and Candace to track her should she get lost. Eddie Woods - Husband of Rachel Woods married 25 years, good provider but lousy in bed and has a tiny cock and no clue how to use it. Karen Miller - A former coffee shop waitress now an agent. Replaced Tammy at the bank, and John increased her height 7 inches turned her into a green-eyed auburn haired beauty. John honed his body shaping skills and reshaped her pussy into one of the most beautiful ever. She first appeared in Chapter 11, has very large tits (F cup). Elizabeth (Lizzy) Brooks - She is very old, well over 100 years old, yet she looks like a young version of the beautiful legendary African American actress Lena Horne. Because of her knowledge and experience she became John's right hand. She trains most of the new agents. Dr. James Monroe - Mary Smith's first date and boyfriend since Dr. Smith's death. Has connections in the underground swinger network, took Mary to her first orgy. Julie Lee - Dr. James Monroe's receptionist with benefits. Penny Jones - Social worker and student captured by Elizabeth (then known as "Miss Lizzy") shortly after her rejuvenation. Later was released by John to pursue her goals. Hasn't been seen since the early chapters, may make a return appearance. Amanda Greene - One of John high school teachers and one of his first conquests after acquiring his powers. John helped with her marriage and reformed her cheating husband. Principal McBroom - Principal of John's high school, a large black man and former professional football player, injured badly cutting short his pro career. John healed him allowing him relief form pain while walking. Debra McBroom - Wife of principal McBroom, beautiful quick witted "caramel colored" beauty, well proportioned in her late thirties turns heads immediately when she is around, yet to be introduced into the story. Tammy Bowen - Former obese bank receptionist and the first woman John physically altered into a living Barbie doll. Very intelligent help John bring down corrupt bank president. She became one of John's agents was recently relocated to the LA area, to work in the Adult Film industry as an experiment to capture bigger caches of sexual energy. Cindy Ashe - Petite workaholic clothing boutique owner. She recently entered into a relationship with Mark Taylor. Janice Knight - Boutique store clerk. Michael Adams - former Main Street Bank president, exposed corruption now seeking revenge against John through the use of a worthy adversary to John. Carmen & Maria - They were two small Illegal immigrant servant of Jacqueline Smith held against their will. They were two of John's first ten agents and transformed into a 5'9" beauty with D cup tits. Both asked John to give them the gift of being able to speak perfect English. They are like sisters and rarely apart. A Gift From His Father Ch. 17 Mark Taylor - (African American) accounting student, childhood friend and former classmate of John. Working for Cindy Ashe and recently became intimate with her, was mind controlled by Candace for a while until John found out. Jacqueline Winchester Smith - Forty years old (5"5') bears a striking resemblance to Andie MacDowell. Comes from old money (Winchester Family) had bad attitude and now must pleasure herself daily as a punishment. John calls her Jackie, no one else can get away with it. At John's house warming/orgy Mary planted a few thoughts into her mind, "From now on, Jackie, whenever you see me you will remember this moment. You will feel the urge to have my cock (strap-on) in your pussy, or your mouth on my pussy. You will remember how much fun we had together at this orgy. If you hear me say the word 'bitch' you will have a strong climax." The Smith Triplets: Their father Dr. Zachary Smith used them as part of his plan to control more power from the ring. They were born looking androgynous (supposed to be boys). When John meets them they have no shape and barely and any tits. Heather Smith - (age is 24) First born of the triplets and John's half sisters was physically altered into a bimbo as punishment for trying to kill John (reducing her IQ by 30 points). Made into a blonde, permanently painted pink nails, landing strips, has invisible initial tattooed on forehead. Her breasts were grown into E cups in chapter 13. She redeemed herself in Chapter 15 and was rewarded with the return of her IQ and was given the body of an Olympic swimmer, although still busty. She was mind controlled to fuck the pool man. Isabel Smith is the second born of the triplets altered physically into a beautiful young woman with brown hair styled like Megan Fox, had "C" cups tits, permanently painted honey brown colored nails, landing strips, has invisible initial tattooed on forehead. Like Heather, She was mind controlled to fuck the Ana their housekeeper. Samantha Smith the youngest of the triplets altered physically into a beautiful young woman. Auburn hair styled like Amy Adams with "C" cups, permanently painted orange nails, landing strips, has invisible initial tattooed on forehead. She is now compelled to fuck the gardener. Chance Goodwin - One of the original agents/slaves to the Ring of Power, thought to be long dead. Rumors spoke of a man having amazing gifts living in the tropics. No one would be able to find him if he didn't want to be found. He was near death having been disconnected from the Ring of Power so long until John landed on the island. Jerome Fox - John's first male agent (bisexual), blonde blue eyed Arian type, muscular 6'4, was recently relocated to the LA area, to work in the adult film industry with Tammy, has a natural eleven inch cock. Dennis (Denise) Sour - Is a "shape shifter", captured by John and made to be completely loyal to him. He was an Asian man (Lee) at the orgy and a small black woman. John turned him into a woman suppressing his powers to change shapes. Erica Green - Is a big "coffee black" lesbian hospital worker (6'2") she's not fat just big. Rachel Woods befriended her when Candace wasn't available for her to service. She has a small nose piercing and kinky black hair she wears short. Thought she'd made Rachel her bitch until Rachel was able to get her a better job as an orderly, since Rachel got her fired from the cafeteria. Mike Simpson - A short portly man who manages the downtown homeless center that John has chosen as his charitable beneficiary. April Martin is acting as John's administrator on this project. Mel Katz - Senior Producer at Absolutely Wicked Productions and credited with the discovery Tammy and Jeremy. Dinah Cohen - Is one of the partners of the law firm of Basil, Cohen & Brown the firm that specialized in not for profit law. A Gift From His Father Ch. 18a He shoved his long thick hard cock slowly back and forth into the attractive golden haired woman, as her legs wrapped tightly around his torso. She would have been howling at the top of her lungs, had it not been that her mouth full of her co worker's red hair framed pussy, so all that could be heard were deep moans of her pleasure. To her surprise she was enjoying the taste of her coworker and her scent was intoxicating. She wondered why they had never gotten together before and why she'd never considered having a fling with another woman. The redhead beauty had cum twice already and was getting close to another huge climax. She felt so comfortable and sexy as she squatted over her friend's mouth and talented tongue. She'd never had sex with another woman before, and certainly never thought of having a three-way. She couldn't imagine how this guy was able to talk them into it. He was cute, but otherwise was a total stranger. That may her almost panic and then it faded as yet another climax crashed on the shores of her mind and the tsunami of ecstasy washed over her again. As she let loose her screams of passion her large store bought breasts jiggled like the real thing. They had never done that before. It was the only thing that she missed about her breasts prior to her surgery; they no longer wiggled like they did before. Sure they were larger, and she loved the attention they gained her, but she missed the fluid motion. But now they felt like they used to only bigger and better. They swayed and reacted naturally. Her nipples seemed to have grown somewhat larger too, begging to be sucked. She looked into the eyes of the man who was fucking her friend, and he looked back holding her gaze as she came again, not quite as hard this time. She didn't remember ever being able to have multiple orgasms, she didn't think she was that lucky, but here she was coming again. Who was this guy, she licked her lips as he watched he seemed to be looking right into her mind. He was muscular, without being muscle-bound, more of a swimmer's body she finally decided. He smiled at her as he untangled her friend's legs and put her ankles onto his shoulders so that he could go deeper. As she watched she hoped he'd save some of that hard cock for her. The thought caused her to shimmy and her naturalized breast jiggled again and she suddenly got the urge to try to suck on one of her nipples. She hadn't been able to do that since the surgery, she blushed as she remembered that night, she was pretty drunk and her boyfriend had dared her, but they were too rigid and stiff. Now however as she reached down and brought he left breast to her mouth pulling the large nipple with her lips, she noticed him looking at her in a way that she thought he knew her story. She was concentrating on him so much she was unprepared for the immense pleasure and she came again almost drowning her poor co-worker who was still below her lapping at her pussy. After several more minutes the women reversed themselves while the man penetrated the redhead from behind. She was surprised how much she was enjoying eating her first pussy. It was like she had just discovered ice cream and couldn't get enough. Who was this guy, she thought. What did she say his name was? His thick cock was driving her crazy with passion. She lost count of how many times she climaxed, but she did know that they have been at it for hours and he still hadn't come. The blonde, happy to have her friend return the favor had always secretly wondered what it would be like to have a woman eat her pussy. Knowing now how good and different it felt, she realized that it wouldn't be the last time. As the women were tiring and about collapse from exhaustion never ever having achieve this much sexual pleasure, together they took the large cock in their petite hands licked and sucked trying to coax the precious fluid from it as if it would restore their energy so they could continue. Taking turns wrapping their hands around the massive cock, working it up and down while the other gently massaged the huge testicles with her mouth until it finally it was having the desired effect. With a roar that startled them the man let loose a huge volley of his man juices, followed by at least ten slightly smaller volleys which covering the face of each woman as if they had applied cold cream. They squealed with delight as they licked the cream off each other's faces and mouths, neither letting go of the slowly shrinking cock, taking turns pulling it into their mouths trying to get more of the delicious cream, both thinking it tasted a lot like butterscotch. Once they'd thoroughly cleaned the cock they went back to each other's face trying to find any remaining droplets and winding up in a passionate kiss exploring each other's mouths as they fondled and rubbed their bodies together. They were totally exhausted and when they couldn't find any more of the delicious cream, their play slowed and fell asleep in each other's embrace. John Smith smiled looking down on the two exhausted flight attendants. He thoroughly enjoyed them so as a thank you he decided to make a few minor adjustments. To the red head, he turning her D cup breasts implant into real flesh. She would not remember the surgery or that they were anything but what they are, real in every way. As for the blonde, she would no longer crave tobacco, no longer would she desire a cigarette and she would easily be able to manage her weight. Both women would remember this night vividly when they woke and would only repeat the acts they were comfortable. Neither would become a lesbian because of this night and no major changes would occur in their lives. They would however enjoy sex much more and be open to new things. It was early, around 3AM. John cleaned and dressed himself instantly as only he could and left the two sleeping soundly. He had their cell numbers and might check back in a few weeks when their schedules put them back in town. It had been a year since he'd returned from the trip to Bahamas and John Smith was stronger than ever. His agent count had doubled, and things had finally returned to normal, accept that his sexual appetite had become insatiable. He was having sex five to seven times a day and with the amount of energy his agents were transmitting to him on a regular basis he was able to rest easily knowing that the safeguards he had put in place would keep him and his people secure. Strolling out of the Fairmount San Francisco on Mason Street, his car idling and waiting for him in valet parking he slid behind the wheel and pulled out onto the empty street. He'd taken care of the hotel room, ordered breakfast via room service for the women and even arranged for a car to get them back to the airport for their return trip to New York. It pleased him that he was able to do these things. "Not sleepy son," the voice of his father asked from his prison within the Ring of Power John worn on his right hand. "No, I don't seem to need much sleep anymore. Besides, had I slept I would have awaking craving more sex and the girls would have missed their flight." John said aloud. He didn't need to speak, but sometimes when his father's voice spoke to him in his mind he seemed so close it felt so natural to answer verbally. "I thought you were going to kill those two, I don't think they'd have survived the morning." His dad joked. "Probably best that you did leave." After a few minutes his dad asked. "Where are we headed?" "I don't know. I am thinking of going home, but I have a meeting with April in the morning as you know." John answered as he sped through the empty streets towards the interstate. "She has done a fantastic job with the homeless center." His dad said. "She's become a very good project manager." "Yes, she has," John agreed. "She wants to discuss the next phase and what's beyond." He said as he took the on ramp and sped on to the freeway. "But that's not what you want to talk about is it?" "No it's not," John admitted. He needed to decide what to do about her and about them. He loved her, he knew that was true, but he could never be monogamous and that wouldn't be fair to April. "So, my son, the real question is do you love her enough to give her up?" "There has to be another way," John said. "Don't ask me," his dad shrugged. "You know how I handled things with your mother and you don't think that was fair." The drive was quick and soon was back in the suburbs, finding himself parking in front of the Martin's home. "Can't stay away, huh?" His dad chided him. Concentrating for a moment he watched as a light came on in the upstairs bedroom, and then one light at a time came on until the large foyer chandelier illuminated the room. John was at the front door just as it opened. "I was wondering if I would see you today," she said smiling and beckoning him in. As she closed the door he slipped into her arms and nuzzled her neck enjoying the fresh scent of her hair. "Hmmm. You smell good. Miss me?" He asked. "Always!" she said as he pulled open her robe, she was naked beneath and he quickly found a ripe nipple and began playing with it between his thumb and forefinger. "That feels good, are you here for a quickie or can you stay for a while?" Candace asked as she felt herself getting wet. "I don't know, is April home?" "You know she is. And that isn't a problem. Between the two of us, she'd know nothing of your visit unless you want her to know." John smiled his infectious grin, "Guess I can stay for a while." She was startled with a flash finding herself completely naked her robe had simply vanished. John examined her divine body, large breasts jutted out from her chest defying gravity, her small waist flaring into womanly hips, not too big, she had a classic hourglass figure. Between her legs her shiny bald pussy, its diamond sparkling in the light. John never tired of this view. "Damit, John. I really liked that robe." "Relax, I'll get you another," he said smiling as he slipped into her again enjoying how comfortable they fit together. "Any big plans for today, I don't want to tire you out." She smiled and pulled him closer, "I do have a pretty full schedule today and tonight, but I imagine I'll be able to squeeze in a nap if I need to, so don't worry about me. Let go to bed." She led the way pulling John by the hand and climbing the stair giving John more of his favorite ass wiggling up the stairs. ******************************** It was early; Jeff was used to getting up early. His internal clock allowed him to rise without the aid of an alarm clock. Since he'd been able to resume his exercises regiment after his leg had miraculously healed he'd been able to kick the coffee and caffeine habit. He exercised vigorously for months now and eating right he shed forty pounds and looked as good now as when he played pro football. The kids at his school gave their principal a new respect. They already admired him, but now they enjoyed him even more as he seemed to happier and more playful. No one gave any serious thought about crossing him he was a big man and now as quick and strong as he'd ever been. Although he'd never physically touch any of his students, they knew that like Bruce Banner aka the Incredible Hulk, you didn't want to make him angry. After his ninety minute workout he and his bride of twelve years, Debra would usually enjoy some morning sexual play before they headed off to their jobs. Debra was a successful pharmaceutical representative and worked from home on most days. Today she had an early meeting. But for the last three weeks she'd rebuffed his usual advances, being too tired, in a hurry or late. Jeff McBroom wasn't a dummy he was beginning to worry that his wife may be having an affair. But he shrugged it off, he was in too good a mood to worry about things he was likely imagining, so he took it in stride and kissed his wife and continued with his morning routine. He arrived early took his parking spot and was greeted by his newest employee and basketball coach, Chance Goodwin. "Hey coach! How are we looking this season?" Chance beamed. Principal McBroom asked him the same question every time they met. It was like a sort of greeting and Chance would answer the same as he always did. "We've got a chance, Principal McBroom." He genuinely like his new boss, he was a big man like himself and was dedicated to helping kids. McBroom was big, linebacker big and strong, but Goodwin was bigger and taller, at least six inches taller than the principal. But they got along well and seemed to enjoy each other's company. And because of the new coach, they seemed to have been able to attract new talent for their varsity squad, perhaps due in part to word getting out that Goodwin's had been on an Olympic team in his college days. As the two chatted he learned that the coach had his mid morning periods open but always returned about 2:30 just before basketball practice would begin. So around ten, Chance jumped into his Dodge Ram Pickup and drove downtown to the Marriott. He took the elevator to the fourteenth floor and made his way to room 1423 and knocked twice. When door opened Chance smiled brightly seeing Debra McBroom standing naked in her heels and stockings. She was a beautiful woman, her caramel colored skin showed no blemishes and despite being in her late thirties looked to be ten years younger. Her mixed heritage, long flowing brown hair and high cheekbones gave her an exotic look, uncommon even in Northern California for African American women. Her large breasts shuddered as she looked upon her lover and big areoles grew smaller and tighter as she became more fully aroused extending the length of her nipples to obscene proportions. Chance could smell her womanly aroma. She was craving him again. She couldn't get enough of his giant cock. Of course she couldn't he had told her so and once he had spoken it, she knew it was true. As he entered the room Debra rushed forward and help him out of his clothing, when she was done he sat on the bed his massive tool hanging between his thighs, Debra knelt at his feet and when he gave the nod she reached forward with both hand and took his massive cock and began worshiping it. Surprisingly she was able to get the flaccid cock into her mouth and down her throat until it began to grow hard and stiff and she was forced to expel it. Nevertheless, she continued to slather her salvia upon it licking around it while holding it in both hands like a batter with a baseball bat. Slowly reclining Debra knew what was expected of her as soon as Chance had flattened on his back; she climbed on top and slowly lowered herself on the huge cock, take pleasure in the full feeling as she stuffed her pussy full of his enormous cock. ********************************* Carmen and Maria had just finished playing three sets of doubles, and headed into the clubhouse for a shower before making the rounds at their usual night spots. They had taken up tennis in order to help them stay fit and meet new people, normal people with normal lives that could use a bit more sex. They picked up the game quickly and within six months were playing well enough to join a USTA league and play competitively. Rated as 4.0 they were pretty good, they had learned to hit topspin and served fast and consistently. They would never become professionals, this was the type of things normal people did and it opened a whole new world to them and lonely people dying for more sex than they were used to getting. As they entered the dressing room, several women were already there in different states of undress. Many were middle aged retired woman, some fat others lean from their constant work on the courts. They exchanged pleasantries with many of them as they stripped and headed to the showers. The locker room cleared out quickly as the top of the hour approached and the women headed out for their time certain courts. It was a busy club particular at this time of the day. The women's showers were mostly open, but had a few semi private stalls for those who were a little shy about showering in public. The two decided that since things were quiet they could use a little play and both entered one of the stalls together. After a few minutes Carmen knelt between Maria's legs using her fingers spread her friend wide and began to lick around her pussy, slowing and avoiding her most sensitive parts in an effort to tease her mercilessly. Carmen was just beginning to get Maria worked up when their team captain Cheryl White and her doubles partner Carol Bennett came into the locker room talking excitedly when they saw Maria's head over the stall. They stowed their clothes and decided to join her. They modestly both wrapped their naked bodies in towels for the short walk to the showers then hanging them in nearby hooks just outside. They began to engage Maria in small talk as they washed; completely unaware of what was going on in the stall. Maria had a hard time keeping track of the conversation because Carmen didn't quit or slow down. They began to take notice when Maria didn't respond to a question and noticed she seemed distracted. Carol realized that she hadn't seen Carmen and asked knowing that the two were almost inseparable. Maria was unable to cover a moan and Cheryl looked down and saw another pair of legs, kneeling in front of Maria her feet on either side. "Oh! Oh my," she gasped and pointed. Carol followed realizing what was going on. Maria tried to stifling a scream as she reached her climax. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were...ah...busy." Cheryl said. Carmen took that moment to stand and curl her body around her friend rubbing her assets against Maria's in the most sensual way. "Oh that's okay," Carmen said her face covered with Maria's juices. "Why don't we just leave you two alone?" Carol said as she and Cheryl seemed to be repulsed by the pair and began moving away to the other end of the shower to rinse off the soap drying on their bodies. "Aw, don't go girls," Carmen said. "Don't tell me that you never had a quickie with each other after a successful day on the courts." Insulted by the accusation, both women scowled and insisted that they had never. "But not because you didn't want to." Carmen said. "You can't tell me that you never felt the urge to do Carol, Cheryl? Or Carol you never wondered what Cheryl's pussy tasted like." "Never," both women said in unison as if rehearsed. "Are you sure," Maria asked joining the conversation as she reached over and pulled on Carmen's left nipple causing her friend to sigh. "Because it looks to me that the two of you are really into one another." "We are?" They asked again together. "Yeah!" Carmen said. "I noticed it right away. Are you sure you aren't lovers? It's okay, we won't tell." Maria said, "I can tell that you are fighting to keep your hands and lips off of one another. Go ahead you're among friends." With their minds changed by Maria and Carmen's words, the two women surrendered to the temptation and pulled each close. After a few minutes of feeling and playing with of each other's tits and ass they locked lips into a very passionate kisses that continued for several minutes, before they slid to the floor and curled into a sixty-nine. They licked other's pussies as if they had been doing it all their lives as the water from the shower fell lightly on their writhing bodies. Carmen and Maria smiled at each other as Maria pushed Carmen back to finish her off. When she was done the two women were still going at it, Carol was on her knees bent over her friend as Cheryl let loose a muffled scream as she came hard again. "Is this what league tennis is all about?" Maria asked Carol. Bringing the two women out of there frenzied lesbian encounter. A Gift From His Father Ch. 18a Both women slowly rose and looked at the two naked Latina women, embarrassed by what they had just done and not understanding why, yet craving more. "You two better get a room, or the whole club will soon be talking about you two." Carmen said as she looked at their swollen clitorises between their legs. As if it were a command, the two quickly rose and washed cum from their faces, not before licking as much as their experienced tongues could reach, not wanting to waste the precious juices. They toweled and hurried towards the lockers, which unfortunately were in opposite parts of the locker room. They stopped and hugged, reluctantly pulled away. "They are right, we need a room." Carol said with a smile and smoldering eyes. I'll meet you outside and she slapped Cheryl on her bare ass sending her on her way. "Good idea, Carmen." Carol said with a wink and returned to her locker and quickly began dressing. Maria and Carmen made their way to their lockers smiling like they had just saved the world. Carmen led the way and Maria slapped her ass, knowing that she would get more of that later, too. ******************************* It felt good to be in her embrace and relax, it felt natural and right. There was no pressure. She loved him and he loved her. She was his, but he had so many. He did have to admit, she was special to him. He was certain that would never change. But, he just turned twenty and she was his girlfriend's mother. How did this happen? What about April? He loved her, too. It was different, she was his age and they grew up together. She got him, understood him. She loved him, too. He was enjoying them both, not at the same time, usually. Although he could, he just didn't like messing around in April's mind like that, getting her to accept it and be fine with it, when he knew she wasn't. Then there was the fact that Candace, her mother was no longer aging, that would be awkward. He realized that at some point he would stop April's aging process too, but it was too soon now. He worried that he would ruin her chance to mature naturally and have a real life. "Relax son, you'll figure it out." His father consoled him. "Just take it one step at a time. Remember, social norms no longer apply. You are the Master of the Ring of Power." Candace was snoring lightly. Despite all the sex she'd been getting, he was still able to exhauster her, his appetite seemed to have no limit. He was ready to slip next door and visit April. As he slipped out of bed he cleansed himself with a thought, making sure he'd be fresh for her and letting her think she was still his first love. There was some guilt, but he was the Master of the Ring of Power. He would fuck and love more women than he could have ever imagined. There were no limits that he was aware. Then it struck him, there must be limits. "Son, there are limits to everything. If you mean to ask will you ever meet a woman that can resist you, probably? I never did." His father said. "And stop being so hard on yourself, at some point in time you will do what I did with your mother or marry April and let her enjoy her limited lifespan. Stop worrying and enjoy your twenties there is plenty of time to worry." "Thanks dad," it was good to have his father to confide in. And since they were connected through the ring, he didn't have to lie or explain himself. John walked quietly and confidently through the hall naked and entered April's bedroom. Like her mother, she was also snoring lightly. He lifted the covers and slipped in and spooned her, gently pulling her close and pushing his nose into her hair inhaling the lovely fresh scent, remembering that Mother and daughter used the same shampoo. He lightly touched her mind, letting her know that it was he in the bed with her. She was wearing her favorite nightwear, an oversized Forty-Niner jersey and nothing else. He wrapped his arms around her and she pushed her ass against his hardening cock. He reached around and found her pussy wet, she was dreaming of him. He learned as he again lightly touched her mind, She wasn't quite aware that he was in fact in bed with her. He pushed his cock into her while he read her thoughts. She squealed in her mind and kissed him deeply as she welcomed him into her special place. "It's been too long, Johnny. I've missed this. Make me come." April said in her dream. John began stoking his might rod in and out of her, but lying on his side and trying not to disturb her sleep he was being too gentle. "Don't tease me Johnny; fuck me like you missed me as much as I missed you." That was all John was waiting for, faster than the eye could follow John had maneuvered so that he was in the missionary position and April was now as naked as he. Raising himself on his extended arms he grinded his cock deep into her, then allowed his cock to grow in length and width completely filling her pussy. She sighed audibly. But in her dream she screamed with delight never having been filled so fully. He began to slowly pull out on centimeter at a time. Painstakingly slow, April's pussy was gripping him tightly as if she refused to let him go. He stopped for a moment and she squealed again in her dream. He began backing out again until the he was almost out and April's pussy had lost its grip. Then he quickly pushed all the way back in bottoming out like bouncing off the floor and then he slowly began his retreat again. April was screaming in her dream, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" But John continued his slow torture for six long strokes. April was sweating and her pussy was leaking her juices all around her soaking her sheets. When John crashed into the bottom on the sixth stroke he began to increase the speed of his strokes until he was now fucking her at the pace she needed and was demanding in her dream. Although she was making soft sounds in her sleep, she was screaming at the top of her lungs in her dream on the verge of a powerful climax. When it hit her she jumped to consciousness, her eyes popped open and she wrapped her arms and legs around John as he pumped her through several more climaxes until he was sure she was ready for is seed. Then he erupted filling her to overflowing. Awake she screamed almost as loud as in her dream. She was a wet quivering pile of nerves, yet she managed to say, "Hey you!" John laughed a deep laugh, and April could feel the vibration all the way down his cock and into her pussy. "Hey you," he replied. Then she remembered the time and wondered how he got here and she asked. He lied telling her he had dropped some work by for her mother to look over. It was late. They discussed them then she went to bed and told him to let himself out. April remembered on an unconscious level that she was working for John on a few projects, kind of like she was and there would be some late night. She smiled and accepted the story without a second thought. "Speaking of work," she said. Sitting up they the shifted their positions so that she was sitting in his lap her legs wrapped around him and his semi hard cock still in her stretched pussy, moving a lock of hair out of her face as she looked into his eyes and he gazed into hers. "I need to discuss the shelter with you." "I know," he said, "you're on my calendar for mid morning today, don't you remember?" He said as he smiled and made his cock leap. April jumped. It felt as if his cock was bending and flexing inside her, but that was impossible, but it did feel good. "Looks like someone is ready for round two," she said respond to his prompting. John was actually curling his cock like you would your index finger if you were asking someone to come to you. He did it again and she jumped again. "Okay tiger, let do it some more, then I have to get some sleep I have two meeting and a class to attend." John leaned forward and pulled her ripe nipple into his mouth and sucked on it knowing it caused her juices to flow. She sighed and before she realized she was sitting astride him bouncing up and down on his cock like it was a pogo stick, with her large breasts swaying and recoiling with her movement. They fucked like rabbits throughout the early morning, April would have been worth nothing had he not relaxed her completely around 5AM when they stopped and complete restored her as if she'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep. When the alarm went off at 7AM she was refreshed and ready to take on the day. Just as she was about to leave, she kissed John once more and asked him again if he thought he'd be able to slip out of the house without her mother seeing him. John assured her that it wouldn't be a problem. She kidded him, that if he paid her more she could get her own place and he could spend the night all the time. Then she looked at her watch and realized that she needed to get moving, the 85 would be packed and she didn't want to be late. She kissed him quickly once more and bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen where she found her mother clad in a short negligee that hugged her youthful body like a second skin, she was at the stove scrambling some eggs. "Good morning honey." She said as she watched her daughter rush at her and plant a kiss on her cheek. "Looks like you are in a hurry, no time to eat?" "Sorry mom gotta go. See you tonight?" "Maybe, I will be out late. Have a good day." She yelled as April went through the door leading to the garage. A few seconds later she heard the garage door open and her daughter's Honda Accord start up. Her eggs were cooked and she proceeded to put them in the plate she had nearby as she looked up she saw John as he strolled naked into the kitchen, his large cock swing between his legs, then suddenly he was dressed in slacks and a tight shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. "Damn." Candace said. "I thought we'd have time for some fun." John smiled. "Sorry, I have a busy day today. What about you? Do you still miss working at the hospital?" He said that as she moved towards the Keurig and selected her favorite coffee "Donut House Cinnamon Roll". She said that she was beginning to get used to being a medical device sales representative. It gave her a lot of free time to do her real job, (fucking and sucking for the Master of the Ring of Power) and it paid better than her nursing job. But she did miss working with her patients. She did have a late morning appointment to get to, but she did have time for a little fooling around. John sighed, thinking that her appetite for sex rivaled his own. He agreed to let her suck his cock, which Candace loved. She stood before him and unzipped his pants before getting on her knees and pulling out his quickly growing cock. He had to admit that Candace was truly gifted at this art. He allowed himself to enjoy her work as he drank her coffee, finally after several minutes allowed himself to erupt in her mouth as she hungrily swallowed every drop, but not before savoring the taste of butterscotch on her tongue and lips. She thought she'd never tire of that sweet taste. ************************* This was insane she thought I am a married woman; why am I on my knees worship this huge, thick, black, strong cock. Then she didn't think about it anymore. That shiny ebony tower of power was all she could think of. How good it felt as she took it into her mouth and down her throat until it became too large. How full she felt as it filled her pussy until there was no room left to breath. Her ass, could she really be thinking of taking that monster in her rear hole. But here she was cheating on her Jeffery after all they had been through, but this cock was just too powerful a temptation. She had to have it and have it she did. For three hours, they had fucked and sucked until she was exhausted and sore. She hoped that Jeffery wasn't in the mood for sex, because she could barely walk let alone think of sex, unless that cock was near her, then all bets were off. *************************** Once again John was back at his old High School. He was a legend there now. At only nineteen years old he was the school's first millionaire. Sure he had inherited the two million dollars from his father, but then he turned that into twelve million in the first year. Now he was said to be worth somewhere near twenty-five million dollars. Looking at him, he would still be mistaken for a student except for his confident swagger. He also added a few pounds of muscle, and his clothes although simple were now name brand. And we can't forget to mention his sweet ride, he was leasing now, keeping the latest Nissan Z for a year or less. Other than that he fit right in. He saw his favorite teacher Amanda Greene as he maneuvered through the busy halls, and calling her name trotted the short distance to catch up with her. They chatted for a while and John remembered how they had fucked in her classroom last year, unknown to her and for fun of it he let her a little of those memories seep into her consciousness. She would think they were fantasies. He watched her blush as a shadow of those memories surfaced. Mrs. Greene processed them as her lust grew, she reasoned, "he isn't a student anymore," then quickly dismissed the thoughts. "Have you seen Principal McBroom," John asked as he continued to lightly probe her thoughts. She had a brief flash of the principal in shoot across her mind; he was shirtless and sweaty after some physical exertion. "He may be in the teacher's lounge, have you looked there?" John thanked her, and they departed. She had a class to get to and John had a busy day planned. As they parted he couldn't help but comment to himself, Mrs. Greene's got a thing for Principal McBroom. As John hurried through the hall reminiscing about his four years at this school and what life was like before his gift, he found himself arriving at the faculty lounge just as the principal was coming out. Jeff McBroom saw John and his face lit up like he had seen a long lost friend. "Hey Johnny, long time no see. How are things going?" "Couldn't be better," John replied as he extended his hand to the big man who vigorously pumped a few times before letting it go. "How's the basketball team looking this year?" "We've got a real chance, or should I say we have a shot." His smile intensified. "Coach Goodwin is amazing, where'd you find such a talent. The guys love him and they are working really hard for him. They seem to follow all his instructions to the letter. It's amazing. They talked more about the team's chances as they walked to the principal's office. "So what can I do for you?" He asked as he sat down behind his desk, he had piles of papers and file folders stacked on the credenza and looked like enough paper work to keep him busy for several weekends. The dual monitors of his computer were blank, but John knew how hard Mr. McBroom worked. "Just wanted to check on my investment and see if there was anything more I could do for my alma mater." "Sounds like you want to exercise your checkbook," McBroom said as he leaned back and tented his fingers. "You already have something in mind don't you?" "How much time do I have?" John asked. "Normally, I would be out making my rounds, but for our biggest and newest philanthropist I can spare twenty minutes." John smiled. "It won't take that long." And he proceeded to outline his idea for an anti-bullying program that he was prepared to fund. McBroom interrupted him several times to see how clear his thinking was, each time John responded with an answer better than McBroom had anticipated. "It sounds great, Johnny. When do you want to get started? John explained that he'd be ready in two weeks and that another former student, April Martin would be implementing the program. McBroom was delighted. They had time for some idle conversation as they were ready to end their meeting, when John asked about his leg and how it was doing. He excitedly responded about how miraculously it had healed and how if he weren't so old he'd try and get back in the NFL. When John said that is wife must be happy, McBroom's mood dropped a little but he quickly recovered, but it didn't go unnoticed by John. Continuing the light conversation, John did a light probe of McBroom's mind to learn that he suspected his wife was having an affair. John learned all that he needed to know and decided to look into the matter for his friend and the two men stood and shook hands, "Thanks for the opportunity to help, Principal McBroom." "Jeff." McBroom said. "After all that you've done John, I think you can call me by my first name, now." John's smile grew. "Alright Jeff, we'll be in touch." ************************ Parking her car on the third floor of the parking structure just across from the elevator left Candace a short walk; she was on time for her 10 o'clock appointment. Getting off on the 14th floor her heel dug deep into the plush carpeted floor, making her wish she didn't have to wear high heels, but they did make her legs look even better. But they did hurt her feet after a while. She'd have to ask John to take care of that for her. She knocked on the door of room 1423. After a brief moment the door opened and Candace stepped in and took in the beautiful naked black woman, Debra McBroom. "I see you were expecting me." Candace said as she surveyed the hotel suite. "Would you like to help me out of my clothes?" Debra quickly moved to help Candace taking her heels as she slipped off one than the other. Debra move quickly to the closet and put the heels down next to hers and came back with two hangers for Candace's two piece suit. Candace couldn't help but notice how Debra's breasts and ass wiggled and jiggled as she quickly moved about the room. She was intoxicatingly beautiful, tall and slender, but with large breasts that looked larger on her slim frame. She had a nice ass, pretty slim for a black woman, she must have mix lineage, Candace thought. Anticipating how much she was going to enjoy this woman. She met Debra at a convention a week ago, the place was full of pharmaceutical and medical reps. Debra stood out and Candace made a point of getting to know her and was delighted to find they both lived in the Bay Area. Once they made arrangements to meet, Candace gave her instructions on what she expected. Once she was naked she called Debra to her and the two women embraced and Candace kissed Debra so passionately that the poor woman's legs gave out and they slowly tumbled into the king size bed. Before she could adequately catch her breath, Candace pushed her down to her naked pussy and told her to make her come. Debra hesitated for a moment. She'd never gone down on a woman before, but she did love her husband Jeff eating her pussy, so she decided to do what she liked and would see if that was alright. She licked up and down the vertical slit; opening it and watching the lips grow full unfolding like a flower opening to the sun. The diamond stud piecing her labia seemed to sparkle brightly despite the lack of light. Candace was impressed; Debra was a natural pussy-eater, bringing Candace quickly to a nice boil. Next Debra took her index finger and middle finger and spread them into a "V" and placed them on Candace's sensitive lips and licked rapidly between them causing Candace to moan and her clitoris to pop out. When Debra saw it she licked all around it before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. Candace couldn't take it any longer and screamed as her orgasm took over and she rewarded Debra with a mouthful of her sweet juices, which she drank as if she were dying of thirst. "Yes, my pet you've done very well. Come up here and drink my milk." Debra obeyed quickly climbing into the bed and suckling on Candace's breasts one then the other as she released delicious milk. Debra's eyes swell as she tasted the wonderful nectar. A Gift From His Father Ch. 18a "You love sucking my tits, don't you dear?" "Yes. I love sucking your tits, Candace." Debra replied. "They taste so good. I love your milk." "You love eating pussy, too, especially mine." "Oh yes, Candace. I have never done that before, but I can't wait to do it again. Do you think others will let me eat their pussies, too?" "Certainly my dear, and since you are so eager, why don't you have another go at it?" Candace told the hypnotized woman, pushing her head back down between her legs. **************************** Pulling his phone out of his pocket John said, "Call Denise." There was silence for a moment and then the phone rang and he heard Denise's voice on the other end. "Hello John. How can I serve you?" "What are you doing right now," he asked the shape-shifter. Denise had just sat down to eat her lunch. It was her favorite combination of burger and fries. She didn't indulge in this type of food often, but sometimes she had to satisfy the cravings. "Nothing John," she said. "Your timing is perfect." "Good. I am going to send you some data, I want you to track down this woman and when you find her let me know." Denise pulled the phone from her ear and watched as the data John sent arrived. She pulled her blue tooth receiver from her pocket and pushed it into her ear as she read the file. Debra McBroom, cell number 408/555-5555. Pharmaceutical Representative for Toppills Pharmaceutical Company. Vehicle: 2014 Ford Mustang Red CA License number: Debra DO. "Got it," Denise said. "Is she missing?" "No, I think it is more like misplaced. Call me when you learn something." "Sure, boss." Denise heard the connection break and put the phone in her pocket. She looked down at her food and sighed. Grabbing the bottled water and wrapping her food back in the paper container, she walked out to her car. Seeing a panhandler on the corner, she gave him her meal and asked him to enjoy it. As she walked quickly to her car, she couldn't help but remember the events that had transpired over a year ago. How she helped to save her master and had proven her loyalty only to have it questioned again until John had found the electronic device surgically implanted into her wrist. Had John not been forgiving enough to scan her with his x-ray vision, she thought he may have simply killed her and be done with it. She continued to thank her lucky stars that John was a good and forgiving master, to show her his trust he even restored her shape shifting abilities although he did change her gender to female and although he increased the time she could maintain her shift, she reverted back to Denise. She may never be able to return to Dennis, but who knows, perhaps in time he will allow it. ************************************* In the last year Mary and Jacqueline Winchester Smith had become very good friends. They both enjoyed the other's company and after a time Mary even reversed her mind control suggestions so that they were truly friends. They talked about almost everything; Mary still wasn't able to tell her about her special arrangement with her son, John. If the topic ever came up, she did what her son had told her to do, simply move the conversation to another topic and as a last resort tell her anything and make her believe it. Mary didn't want to use her abilities on her new friend, but would obey her master, so she would simple tell her to no longer have an interest in knowing about it. As a bonus to their new friendship, Mary was invited to many of the social events that Jacqueline attended. Because of her quick wit easy going nature Jacqueline's friends soon became her friends too. All of them were wealthy and lived in luxury. The women spent their days shopping, playing tennis and traveling. All their children were taken care of by the hired help so the women had a lot of time on their hands. Although she could have opted out, being John's mother, he was still the Master of the Ring of Power and like everyone else she did have a quota. So, once a week the girls would get together and play. It began innocently enough. Everyone met at Jacqueline's home for drinks and a massage. Out of the ten women invited nine attended. The masseuses were all John's agents in disguise though they were all gifted masseuses in their own right. When things began to heat up for the women, their masseuse would simply push them to forget about their morality and do what felt good. Before long it became a full-fledged orgy. These rich coddled women soon were sucking cock and pussy from any and every available man or woman they saw. Although most of the women were young and in their mid to late thirties, a few others were much older, (some pushing 70) though you wouldn't have known unless you looked at their birth certificates. Many had been rejuvenated through cosmetic surgeries while others simply had the time to maintain beautiful bodies as a routine, since they had very little other demands on their time. The next party was scheduled for the very next week and Mary was delighted to find that they didn't need to hide behind the pretense of getting a massage. All the women enjoyed themselves so much they referred to the parties as "Sundowners" and began to rotate it at their different estates; the guest list was exclusive and the numbers remained small and manageable, no more than twelve people in all. It was during these affairs that the wealthy women of the Greater Mountain View California area began to let their hair down along with their morality. Mary easily made her quota. John was able to hold her up as a model to his team and she inspired the rest to get involved locally to see if this phenomenon was duplicable at lower social economic levels. ******************** He didn't expect his agents to do all the heavy lifting, so John maintained a very healthy schedule and having sex with strangers wasn't foreign to him. Of course, with his mind reading and control it they weren't strangers, really. He quickly learned if they were married or in committed relationships and then he'd decide if he wanted to go further. Married woman usually meant no, but sometimes he would sense a sparkle of mischief in their personality and that often meant they were fair game. He would simply ask them to meet him at his favorite hotel if they weren't in jeopardy of losing their jobs or in the middle of a time sensitive task. Sometimes they would simply offer to take him to their hotel rooms. John didn't do this all the time, but if a beautiful woman would catch his eye and he had the time, all bets were off. On most of these occasions his father would give him instructions as to how better please these conquests. John was quickly becoming a very skilled lover. If he were to ever lose his power, he'd still be a formable force to be reckoned with in the bedroom. ******************************************** For Principal McBroom things didn't get any better. Though she was still pretty much herself, Debra seemed to be quiet and reluctant to engage in any sex play with her husband although on occasions she would agree to a blow job, but only because subconsciously she thought she needed to keep her oral skills sharp for both her lovers. Her rendezvous were usually in the middle of the week and often on joining days as her schedule allowed. For example, she usually met with Chance on Tuesdays and Candace on Wednesdays. However there were some days where they overlapped and she would see Chance in the morning and Candace in the afternoon. On those evenings, Jeff McBroom would barely see his wife as she would be too tired to eat the meal he'd prepared and would shower and go right to bed sleeping soundly until morning. Jeff would watch a little television, sometimes some porn or read Literotica and satisfy the urge that his wife was unwilling to quench. ************************************** June 18, 2014 happened to be one of those days where both of her master and her mistress demanded her attention. She felt wonderful that she was worth of having both in the same day. And knowing that made her pussy water in anticipation of the day's events. She would treat Jeff with a blow job to keep him happy further honing her skills while denying herself release as she'd been commanded. She couldn't have sex with her husband any longer, Candace told her. Thinking of her master's commands made her realize how eager she was to eat pussy. She found herself daydreaming about it as she watched one of her coworkers walk by her desk. She was new, young and pretty, but not too smart. They didn't hire smart any more only pretty. She found herself undressing the young woman with her eyes. Was she shaved bald or had a close cropped landing strip? She wondered what her young pussy would taste like. Suddenly she was snapped out of her daydream by the alarm on her phone telling her she needed to be naked at her hotel room in 20 minutes to receive Master Chance. She would barely make it if she hurried. As it turned out, Denise was a very good detective. It was something that she liked and had toyed with the idea of becoming a professional, until he was called into duty by his former masters and later captured by John. With the name and the other data John had provided it was an easy matter to track down Debra McBroom and keep tabs on her whereabouts. Before she would report to John she had to be certain that she had indeed tracked the right person. It was time for surveillance, something that her special skills as a shifter made it easy and fun. She drove to the Marriott in downtown Mountain View and went right to work. Waiting until one of the desk clerks went on break she shifted into the clerk's identity and slipped behind the counter to the hotel computer and found the name and room number. "Hey what are you doing," a voice from behind her asked, startling Denise. "I thought you were taking your break?" "On my way now," she replied, perfectly mimicking the voice of the hotel clerk. "Can you bring me back a pack of smokes? You know the brand, right?" "Not a problem," she said as a large smile filled her face. She turned and walked out from behind the counter and into the open elevator. When the elevator stopped at the 14th floor a small Mexican woman stepped out carrying some towels. Not only was Denise a shifter, but her previous masters had endowed her with the power to not only change her appearance but her clothing too. Amazingly, size didn't seem to matter. She didn't understand it, but she didn't need to. It was kind of like Mystique from the Marvel X-Men series only not quite as spectacular a transformation. She knocked on the door of room 1423. Startled, she realized that it was too early; he was always prompt. She just hoped that whoever was at the door wouldn't take too much time. She was naked and had just hung up her clothes. She peaked through the door and saw the housekeeper so she opened the door. Denise wasn't prepared. The sight of the gorgeous black women and it took her breath away. She was perfect, large brown breast with dark areoles sporting firming nipples as the cool hall air hit them, a small firm belly and an ample ass, where her legs met one of the most beautiful pussies that Denise had ever seen. Realizing that she had been staring she quickly found the woman's face. It too was perfect and could have been that of a model or movie starlet. Finding her voice, "You called for towels," mimicking broken English. "Ahhh, yes thank you," she said and reached for the towels then acting as if she was surprised she was nude. "Excuse me." Denise walked slowly back to the bank of elevators. She pushed the down button and elevator number 4 opened and a mother with two small children got out, they were damp from their visit to the pool and walked past Denise as if she wasn't there. Denise entered pushed the lobby button and shifted back to small Asian woman that was now her normal form. She thought to herself, "I think I get it, now." Had her elevator gotten to the lobby five seconds sooner Denise would have run into Chance Goodwin, but as luck would have it, they just missed seeing each other. Denise called John to let her know that Mrs. McBroom was indeed having an affair and that she was waiting naked now for her lover to arrive. John asked her to continue to watch and report anything interesting. Denise almost said, "like how breathtakingly beautiful the woman was," but held back realizing that she too was smitten by Debra's splendor. Meanwhile, Chance was at the door to room 1423 as punctual as always. He knocked twice and heard Debra ask for him to enter. Stepping into the room and closing the door he found her just as she was instructed, naked on her knees and bent with her head on the floor, her long black hair loose falling around her. "What do you wish of me, Master?" Debra asked as she felt him step closer. Chance smiled, "Have you ever experience anal sex, my pet?" Debra swallowed hard, before answering. Chance was enormous. If she were ever to take him anally she would never again be the same. "Once master, but I didn't like it much." She confessed. Chance's smile grew, "Then you have a real treat awaiting you. Rise and help me out of my clothes." *************************************** He dropped the barbell to the floor, it bounced on the mat making that familiar metal sound that reminded him of bells as the heavy discs scrapped one another before settling. He wasn't impressed with the 250 lbs he'd just finished using. Despite being in the best shape of his life and at 55 years old he had the body of a thirty year old, he knew he could do better. It had been a little more than a year, but Eddie now possessed a powerful body, bulging with muscles. He was lean his abs were tight and to use the vernacular of the gym he was cut. Not only had he lost his beer belly but his abs were impressive for being at I only a year. In addition to diet and exercise he had spent many hours outdoors and his pale skin had turned to a health brown glow and his dark brown hair lightened just this side of blonde. His only regret was that he didn't find the joy of exercise until now. He couldn't explain why, but a year ago he got the urge to exercise and had been going at like a man possessed. It saved his life and marriage. He had been a borderline diabetic; his doctor had been after him for years to lose a few pounds, he lost thirty. With his marriage in trouble, his wife had gone on a similar program and managed to rejuvenate herself and then began having a series of meaningless affairs. But once he got himself into shape, they had slowed down and she began to include him in her new lifestyle and life was once again good. He had his Rachel back. She was the love of his life. He didn't mind sharing her, since she also shared him. I guess you could say that theirs was now an open marriage. The sex was not only good it was plentiful. When he had her to himself, she was a creative and energetic lover. When they shared another partner or two, sex was incredible. He'd never imagined he'd ever participate in an orgy, though they don't call them that, they were now weekly occurrences. Usually at the home of some affluent couple that Rachel knew. Life was good. Rachel enjoyed life at the hospital, despite the fact that she could earn more money like Candace selling medical devices or pharmaceuticals. John had restored her intelligence, or putting it another way allowed her to resume the full time use of her brain. Furthermore, he allowed her to keep the fantastic body he'd sculptured for her. There was only one catch and that was that she had to become one of his agents, which she eagerly agreed. She was the exception to John's rule of not allowing agents to marry, but only since they were already married. Eddie didn't have a clue about what was going on. But he was never happier. She liked the new Eddie, the weight loss and made him feel good about himself and she used him to help her make her quota. The added gift of limited mind control meant that she could keep him under her control and money would no longer be a problem. She snapped out her daydream when she heard the vivacious Erica Green on the floor. The large African American woman had become more relaxed and friendly since John converted her to agent status. He enhanced her natural beauty; Rachel remembered as she helped John sculpt her body much like Candace had hers, making a few suggestions here and there. As she watched Erica move slowly across the ward chatting with staff and patients, she recalled vividly the night John made Erica his. Erica was so nervous, standing before these white people completely naked while still clothed they appraised her physique. The first thing John did was to eliminate belly fat. John said that it gave him a better understanding of what direction to take. Erica did have a bit of a gut; she admitted it was from too much beer and Popeye's Fried Chicken. John allowed her to watch her transformation from the full length mirror that Rachel had in her bedroom. The loss of the belly fat was a startling improvement; she gasped and cursed Popeye's in the same breath. Rachel had to tell her to be quiet or John would paralyze her until he was done. It was tough, as she felt her abdominal muscles tighten by themselves until she had a muscular six pack. Rachel and John debated whether or not to leave it like that, John thought that it was sexy since she was already tall it would enhance the Amazon look he was creating. He did the same with her thighs and ass, removed the fat and tightened the muscles. With the loss of most of her body fat made her breasts look big although still a B cup and were much smaller than what John wanted. And with Rachel's encouragement he took Erica from a B Cup to a double D as he strengthened her back muscle to handle the new weight. He loved the size of her areoles which were much larger than average and he cut her nipples into the classic shape that natural baby bottle nipples took after. Of course he made them very sensitive, too. He removed all the hair from her body below her hair line and corrected her eye sight to 20-20 while straightening and fixing her teeth. He made her feet dainty and smaller half their original size and straightened her toes which she had damaged when she was a child by wearing shoes too that were too small. But he wasn't done. He enlarged her labia and made her pussy as sensitive as all his agents. When he installed her diamond she almost passed out from the pleasure. He evened her skin tone to the rich dark brown and brightened the red of her pussy. Lastly, because he understood the hair issue that Black women suffered John made her hair as manageable as she wanted it to be. It was another unique feature; in short, Erica could wear her hair in any style that she could imagine. If she wanted the weave look she could easily have it, only it would be her own hair. She could easily then go to a short Afro style. She could change the color with a thought. Split-ends and pool chlorine would never be a problem. When John was done she was shocked by what she saw staring back at her. It was her, but a more refined Erica Green. She was a knock out! She was afraid to move as if it would ruin the illusion. She blinked and noticed that John was now naked sporting the largest cock she'd ever seen on a white man and it was growing harder, thicker and longer. "Whoa, big fella, Erica said. "I am a lesbian, I don't do cock." "Are you sure, Erica? I heard that you love cock, as much as you love pussy, maybe more." John told her as she shuddered, and her pussy began to weep. The sight of John growing man stick had made her question when she'd made that decision and why. "Damn!" She thought, "He's right. If he doesn't fuck me soon I might go insane." A Gift From His Father Ch. 18a As John approached the Amazon she gracefully lowered herself to Rachel's bed while she licked her lips anticipating the first cock to enter her pussy in over ten years. As she spread her legs John inserted his finger and piercing her labia with her diamond and causing Erica to spasm with the first of several orgasms that night. Once she had settled down John positioned his massive cock at her entrance. He admired his work but allowed Rachel to pull his cock into Erica's pussy causing Erica to shriek with delight. Slowly but steadily he pushed all thirteen inches of his hard cock into her causing her to wrap her dancer legs around him pushing him deeper until he bottomed out and she was as full as she'd ever been causing her to cum again. He was careful with her; she was a virgin in a sense. But it wasn't long before he was fucking her like a wild man. Before he came Rachel had shed her clothes and used Erica's face to get off. Before John left they had changed positions a half dozen times and both women were unconscious, full of John's cum and in both orifices and their bellies. Erica's last conscious thought was how much John's cum tasted like butterscotch. When she awoke she had one last surprise. John had turned her brown eyes blue. It was a startling change, but she loved it, she was a very black woman with blues eyes. "Hey Rachel, whatcha got planned for tonight?" Erica asked as she finally made her way to the nurses' station where Rachel was sitting, flipping a fallen lock of hair from her face and pulling Rachel back to the here and now. "Tonight's club night, but if you want to come over early we can see if Eddie's learned any new tricks." "Oooh, sound like fun. What time should I come by and do you want me to bring anything?" "Got anymore of that hooch?" Rachel enjoyed the taste and kick of the moonshine Erica brought back with her from her trip home to Jonesborough. Erica replied with a grin, "For you girlfriend, of course. See you tonight." ********************************* She waited patiently near the security door, for someone to enter or leave. She didn't have to wait long, an executive carrying a thin brief case came through the lobby glanced at the receptionist who gave no indication she saw him as she busily typed away. He waved his magnetic card over the sensor and the door opened and he stepped through, before the door could close Elizabeth followed behind him. No one not even the cameras would have detected her presence, because Elizabeth was invisible. She walked down the halls guided by the memorize route turning right then left careful not to bump into the few people that were in the corridors until she came to the elevator. This might be tricky. It was double locked; you needed a code to enter and a pass key to select the appropriate floor. She was on level Two and needed to get to Level Four. The door opened and a pair of lab technicians exited there was one person standing in the back. Elizabeth stealthy slipped in unnoticed and waited for the doors to close. She looked carefully at the young woman, she was plain had ear buds in her ears reading a file. The number five button was glowing on the panel. "Damn." Elizabeth thought. She reached over and pressed the number four button it didn't light up. She knew it wouldn't but had to try. Reaching into the woman's mind, she planted a thought that she needed to go to Level Four first. It was too bad that she couldn't read minds that would make things so much simpler, she thought. Quickly the woman pushed the button with one hand and pulled her badge from her lab coat triggering the sensor all before the elevator passed the floor. She stepped out and Elizabeth followed her. After taking four steps she stopped as if she didn't know why she was there or where she was going. There were a few people moving through the corridor, so Elizabeth sent the woman a thought that she needed to use the toilet really badly. She hurried off to the woman's lavatory and entered the first of the six open stalls. Elizabeth followed her in getting past the door before it closed. As she heard the woman began to urinate, Elizabeth materialized naked her nipples hard from the chill in the cooler lavatory. She needed a short rest; she'd likely have to maintain her invisibility for a while, especially if she unknowingly triggered any alarms. She was panting quietly, using her power was taxing, but after almost a year it was becoming easier. It was like running, she had trained for a marathon, so far this was only a few miles, and she needed to pace herself to be ready for the unexpected. The sound stopped and Elizabeth knew the woman would be exiting the stall soon; she wanted more time so she sent another thought to the woman. She was using the toilet paper to dry herself when a naughty thought entered her mind. She released the tissue and allowed her fingers to rub herself sensually finding her sensitive regions and going with the feeling. She hadn't masturbated in years, and that made these thoughts the strangest. Nevertheless she easily went with the desire, quickly becoming aroused as her right hand seemed to know all the right places to touch. As if it had a mind of its own, her left hand sneaked up under her blouse and bra and began to pinch and pull on her pink little nipples. As if catching her by surprise, she gasped and let out an audible moan of pleasure. The fingers of her right hand began playing quickly across her now like a banjo player finding all the right notes. Before she could prepare for it she came and came hard, barely stifling the passionate sounds of her climax. Elizabeth smiled hearing the woman's release. The brief rest was exactly what she needed and the woman in the stall seemed to need her break as well. She disappeared again. Her naked body slowly faded as she watched herself in the mirror. She thought it funny to fade completely leaving her proud nipples the last. Finally, there was nothing remaining and she left the restroom and the woman behind. ********************************** She showered and gotten back into her clothes, put on her face and was ready to make her last appointment of the day. These midday tune-ups with her master and mistress (Chance and Candace) were cutting into her sales time. Fortunately Debra was a senior sales representative and her accounts didn't require a lot of her time, but she did need to be present occasionally. She called housekeeping and asked that they clean the room immediately. Although she didn't have another appointment today she didn't like coming back to a messy room, the bed needed making and the sheet changed. She had been a wild woman, not knowing where that side of her had come from. Since she kept the room on standby in the event that she needed to host her clients, the hotel was only too happy to comply. Debra left her room feeling fresh and ready, her appointment was just a few blocks away and she could walk at a leisurely pace and be on time. Having completed his business at the boutique, and satisfied that his partner Cindy Ashe was taking care of herself, John decided to stop for a late lunch at the Marriott, they knew him and the restaurant had good food. The hostess took him to his favorite table, one that looked out on the main lobby. The location was perfect it allowed John to partake in his favorite hobby of people watching as he ate his meal. As usual the hotel was busy this time of day. As John was finishing his "Swordfish a la Siciliana", savoring the last few morsels and trying to decide if he wanted desert when he spied the most beautiful woman exiting the elevator and strolling casually towards the exit. Her long brown legs carried her effortlessly through the large lobby, her breast heaved with every step and her ass was enticing. He thought aloud, "Perhaps I will have desert." With a simply command he sent to the unsuspecting woman, she slowed and stopped. Looking towards the restaurant's terrace dining area, she pivoted and strolled towards his table. Heads turned as she walked through the restaurant and stopping at John's table. "Is this seat taken," she asked. John stood and her alluring scent filled John's senses as he returned her smile and said, "It is now." And they both sat. "Where are you headed," he asked. Looking her over and finding her even more attractive than he thought possible. "To see a client," she said. Sitting stiffly unsure why she had come to sit before this stranger. He was young, seemed to have some money, by the look of the casual clothing he wore, expensive name brands she recognized. "Can it wait?" She smiled bigger now lighting up their corner of the terrace. She was flirting with him. She didn't know why. "What do you have in mind?" "I think you know," he said. "Shall we," she said as she rose to her feet gripping her portfolio, her small purse hanging on her shoulder by its strap. She had just been soundly fucked by Chance, she was going to have Candace's pussy for dinner and she was now going to have sex with another perfect stranger. "Strangers are only friends we've not yet met," she wrongly thought. "I have a room." As John stood, he dropped three twenties on the table and pulled the napkin from his lap tossing it next to the bills and followed the beauty towards the bank of elevators. His waiter arrived just after he and Debra left, but he thanked him nonetheless, John had over tipped again and the waiter scooped up the money. He shook his head slightly as not enough for others to notice. "This isn't good." Denise said as she changed quickly before anyone could notice, as she walked over to John's waiter and asked him to take care of this, handing him the bills and nodding to the vacant table. She had to warn her master, shouldn't she? As the two entered the empty elevator, Debra pulled John into a deep passionate kiss lasting several minutes, interrupted only by the stopping of the elevator as they reached the fourteenth floor. As they almost tumbled out of the waiting doors, the 14th Floor housekeeper was pushing her cart towards them. Recognizing the guest she tried not to make eye contact which would have revealed her disgust, if she didn't know better she'd think the lovely woman was a high class whore from all the sex she'd been having. As she passed to their left they seemed to be oblivious to her presences, she knew that she'd be back in a few hours to change the bed sheets, so she left extras in the closet. As they entered the room, Debra was pleased to see that housekeeping had been so efficient the room looked unused. She made a mental note to be sure to leave a sizable tip when she was done for the days, then quickly moved back into John's embrace feeling his growing enthusiasm. She kissed him again, her tongue exploring his mouth. His breath was fresh and clean, his tongue met hers and the two wrestled a while. Out of breath, she pulled away and began to undress. John only now noticed the wedding ring, and asked about her husband. She chuckled softly, and shrugged it off. Since she seemed to be the aggressor John felt all right about continuing. Besides being stunning she seemed to anticipate his needs and responded to advances. It was as if she could read his desires. Before he knew it she was naked and more beautiful than he could have imagined. Swiftly she moved and had his cock in her beautiful mouth while staring up at him with her pretty big green eyes. He had forgotten that he had left his cock it in its huge state, nevertheless she licked and sucked and surprisingly was able to take it all down her throat as if she was accustom to cocks of such unusual size. Before he knew it she'd climbed on top and lowered herself carefully on to his massive tool, she pressed a hand on his still clothed abdomen and used her legs to work herself slowly up and down, creating a most enjoyable sensation for the both of them. She trembled shaking her body from her cunt to her head and back down to her curling toes and back to her sopping pussy, continued to hump him slowly. It reminded him of the watching Ti Chi masters moving slow and deliberate in specific patterns and routines, yet sweating profusely as they worked their controlled muscles. She wasn't going to be denied her lust. John was mesmerized, and began to really get into the passion of the moment. This woman truly knew how to please. In the background he heard the soft bell tone of his iPhone alerting him that he'd received a text. A minute later it was followed by another and then a minute later the tone signifying that an email was waiting for him rang out. But John was far more interested in seeing how this played out. Soon he was barely conscious of his phone vibrated announcing a phone call was coming in. He always left his phone in the vibrate mode, songs and tunes were so immature he thought slightly distracted someone was seriously trying to reach him, but the brown goddess humping herself on him made all thoughts secondary. A few minutes more wouldn't matter, he decided. Finally, she came screaming at the top of her lungs while writhing as though she no longer had control of her body until she flopped down on top of him panting heavily. There was a knock on the door, and the announcement of room service, made John reluctantly pull himself free and donning a robe which materialized out of nowhere he covered his shiny sweat covered body, somewhere during their fucking he'd gotten out of his clothes. As he opened the door the room service waiter's face changed to that of Denise. "Master I have been trying to reach you," she whispered. "I have important news regarding Mrs. McBroom." John looked over his shoulder, the woman wasn't paying attention, her breathing had just returned to normal and she was preparing herself for round two. "Great what can you tell me, do you know where she is? Is she having an affair?" Denise looked as if she was in a great deal of pain as she answered. "Yes, she is definitely having an affair." "Great, well not great...he corrected himself. Do you know who the bastard is that is fucking her?" He asked as he cinched the robe belt and looked over at the beautiful naked ass, thinking he'd take it next, while pulling Denise into the suite. "Yes, sir I do." "Well, who is it?" "From the looks of it, sir it is you." "What?" John asked as he turned around and tapped into the woman's mind to see if Denise was right. Denise bent forward to gaze upon the perfect naked body glistening with sweat and sighed. Debra had turned on her side, now looking at John and the waiter, not shy about showing her body, Denise quickly morphed back into the waiter's face. John and Denise looked at the woman; she clearly had lust in her eyes. "Ooo, are we gonna add to the party. I love a man in uniform." She laughed and rolled onto her back, her heavy breasts flattened and pooled at her arm pits which were freshly shaved clean. "Thank you Denise, I think I can handle it from here." Denise didn't move, but simply held out her hand. John smiled and laid a "C-note" in her open palm. "This should take care of your wasted lunch." Denise smiled and accepted the cash. It wasn't until she was outside that she began to wonder how he knew she had disposed of her lunch. Nevertheless, she would have an early dinner now; she hoped they had good sushi, she thought. Then her mind took her back to the image of Debra McBroom in all her naked glory. "If only to be a man again and have a cock, what wonders we would see!" John moved back to the bed and the beautiful wife of his high school principal and friend Jeff McBroom. Normally this may have been awkward, but being the Master of the Ring of Power meant that he could fix just about any problem as long as he was creative. "Debra, how long have you been cheating on your husband?" "Not long, perhaps a few weeks I think." She wondered why he brought that up. She was having the time of her life; he was going to spoil the mood. "Never mind him, lover. I am ready for another round." "So, I am not your first. Who else are you sleeping with?" Mmmmm...my master and my mistress, but they don't know about you sweetheart or each other. But we do need to hurry as my mistress will be here soon and then I have to eat her pussy the remainder of the day." "Yikes!" John thought without showing any sign of his shock, Jeff's poor wife must have been seduced. "Tell me more about your mistress and master. "Oh, less talk and more fucking," she was pulling on her hard nipples with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other. "Okay, but first answer my questions." John commanded. She rolled over on the bed and propped herself on her elbows lifting herself so that her large brown tits hung just off the bed in one of the most erotic poses John could have ever imagined. "My master and my mistress don't know anything about one another. He has a huge cock, like yours only it is black and he is a giant." "Oh no," John realized that she had just described Chance Goodwin. "We meet daily now, but not yet on the weekends. You just missed him, we had just finished about 30 minutes ago before you summoned me. Will you be my master, too? You are a little young, but powerful. I could handle another master, but I would have no more time poor Jeffrey. Maybe we should just get a divorce?" She said all this while bending her legs back and forth at the knees while still lying on her tummy; she tilted her head back as if considering her new life as a fuck toy. "Who's your mistress?" John asked. "She's blonde and had the most beautiful pussy and her body is shaped perfectly. She never told me her name, I just call her mistress and that is enough. Can we fuck some more now. I am so ready to fuck some more." "You said she'd be here soon. What time?" John asked as he moved towards the bed much to Debra's delight as she swiftly moved to a kneeling position on the bed ready to pounce on John. "Probably in ten minutes if she didn't get stuck in traffic. She always has a key and she likes me all fresh and clean. Looks like I will get a spanking. Maybe you can talk her out of it since you've been playing with me so much." "Perhaps," John said as he sat down and opened his robe. He was planning on turning the tables on this mistress. Before he could command it Debra had her lips wrapped around John's cock straining to engulf the entire thing. John felt a little guilty about continuing to use Jeff's wife like this, but he had to find out who this mistress was and teach her a lesson. So he let Debra suck on his cock until he was too worked up and he decided that he might as well fuck her from behind and he'd let the mistress discover them in this way and see how she reacts. Debra was bent over the bed as John entered her from behind, he could see why she was so popular. If she wasn't married to his friend he'd be tempted to take her for his own. John sensed that there was someone at their door. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh and grunts of pleasure escaping Debra's pretty mouth. When she entered the room, she called to her pet, "I hope you are ready to eat my pussy, I have left you a special treat inside." She then looked up as she heard the sounds and saw the two fucking. "No fucking way." She spat using her mind control on the man, and punish Debra. "I thought I told you never to fuck your husband again," mistaking the man for Debra's spouse. "And you sir will be sorry you didn't get out of here before I arrived." They didn't stop and she was surprised her mind control didn't work. John recognized the voice and realized that it was of all people Candace. He turned Debra around so that Candace could see him not missing a stroke. A Gift From His Father Ch. 18a "Quit complaining and get out of those clothes, this will be your last time together so you need to make the best of it." Candace was stunned for a moment, then wasted no time getting undressed and joined the two on the bed. Debra had come a few times now, Chance must have really done a number on her, she was insatiable, John thought, because she was only too eager to bend into a position to be able to eat her mistress' pussy. Candace didn't disappoint her, true to her word she had a pussy full of cum from her earlier appointment and Debra ate it up as if it were the nectar of the gods. Since this would be Debra's last time with another man John wanted to fill her mouth with his cum. He thought about going for her ass, but realized that Chance had likely been there already. Besides it was his friend's wife and even though she'd remember none of this he didn't want to take advantage of her. After they had all cum several times and they had showered John told Debra it was time to go back home to her husband. She pouted sticking out those pretty lips. But John took control. He had her stand in front of them still naked; she was far too beautiful not to admire her one last time. "Debra, you will go home to Jeff and lavish all your affections on him. You will be an enthusiastic and tireless lover for Jeff only. If he asks why you had been avoiding him you will tell him you had a yeast infection but now it is gone. You will be open to new things that he may suggest and be creative in bed. You will not remember this evening as anything but time that you worked on one of your presentations. You will not remember any of the time you spent with Chance or Candace, or that you called either of them your maser and mistress. You will not remember any of their commands or instructions. You will retain all of the skills you learned and will enjoy sex more than ever with your husband." Looking her over again. He healed her of any diseases she may have picked up or that were lying dormant. He shrank both her pussy and ass to normal size and made her immune to any mind control accept his own. Candace sighed heavily at hearing that, but knew it was for the best. "You will dress and forget that you ever met Chance, Candace or me. You will not notice us here and as soon as you close the door you will remember only my instructions and by the time you reach home you will be craving sex with your husband and be ready to fulfill all his desires." John enjoyed watching the beautiful black woman getting dressed. He hadn't stopped to realize all the things woman had to do just to leave the house. Although Debra was a natural beauty and didn't have to do as much as other women, it was eye opening and educational. Once they were alone John explained all that had happened and had Candace rolling with laughter at the comedy of it all. John called Chance and quickly explained that he had been mistakenly sleeping with Jeff's wife. Chance was immediately remorseful; John told him that he'd taken care of it and they would need to come up with a way to avoid this from happening again. He readily agreed and would give it some thought. Before he could hang up the phone, Candace was sucking on his cock again. She realize that this was the first time in a long time that she'd had him all to herself and although she knew it would be brief she savored nonetheless. "Hey, she said after John had filled her with his cream and she remembered how it reminded her of the tastes of butterscotch and he was licking her pussy just the way she liked it. "I hate to take your mind off of what you are doing, but I was wondering, I haven't heard from Elizabeth, and I have been trying to reach her." John didn't bother to answer verbally, but sent a mental reply explaining that Elizabeth was on a special assignment and may be out of contact for a few more days if things go well. Candace appreciated that John didn't stop to answer her question, as she was close. She was just about to thank him when she exploded into one of the most explosive climaxes she'd had in a while. *********************************** The halls were well ventilated and being naked and barefoot made moving around the building challenging in ways Elizabeth hadn't considered. Although she'd be the first to admit that she loved being naked, feeling her magnificent tits swaying from side to side when she walked, cool air on her crotch and ass, right now she'd love nothing more than to have her sports bra on and shoes on her feet, at least it would help her to keep focused. The cool air had made her nipples diamond hard the other affect was making her horny. "John is going to have to come up with some way to allow her to make her clothes while invisible too," she thought as she used the captured thumb print of the security guard to open the last door to her target, the main server room. As she entered the room she found it even cooler than the outside corridor. "Of course," she thought, "they have to keep the room cool because of the heat the servers produce." There were half dozen rows of servers each with at least six servers. Fortunately she had a server number and the rows were marked. Reaching her target, she sighed, "Yeah John we've got to talk about this. I bet the Fantastic Four's Invisible Woman didn't have to deal with this." Using both hands she squeezed her pussy and then inserted the index finger of her right hand. Her fingers felt so good that she almost forgot why she was there, but using her internal muscles she was able to push a small black plastic case out and into her waiting hands. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away and wiped the moist box on her thigh as she opened the box and removed the special USD storage device and plugged it into the server. She watched as the flat screen monitor displayed the simply graph telling her percentage of data down loaded. She had to remain invisible since there were cameras in the room. The download went quickly and Elizabeth was eager to get out of there and get some clothes on. She never thought she hear herself admit that. She carefully removed the storage device and put it back into the box. She sighed again; this was the hard part she had to put back into her pussy and turn it so that it didn't slid out. It had taken her over five minutes to get it in place the first time. She squatted and using one hand to open herself whiles she used the other to put the box in. It was torture. She was become more aroused and began secreting juices making the box slippery. She almost had it in place twice but when she removed her finger it slid out. She wiped her hand again on her thigh and tried again, she had it almost in place when a deafening siren began to shriek causing her to miss again as the box squirted from her pussy. Reacting quickly she was just barely able to catch the box before it hit the floor. "Damn it," she swore silently. She gripped the box between two fingers, gritted her teeth as she pushed her entire hand into her juicy pussy and somehow managed to get the box in place. She was panting and could smell herself. It wouldn't be long before security would be entering the server room. She made her way to the west end of the room, just as two security guards came bursting into the room with their weapons drawn. To be continued. A Gift From His Father Ch. 19 Chapter 19 She made her way to the west end of the room, just as two security guards came bursting into the room with their weapons drawn. Fortunately the rows and rows of servers didn’t make it easy to see from the end of one row to the next and they would have to search each row. Using her telekinesis Elizabeth held the door open and quietly slipped out just before two more guards shuffled through, barely missing her. The entire building was on lock down; she would have to be careful. The first thing she needed to do was cleanup, she could smell herself. What good was it being invisible if your scent gave you away, so she made her way to the women’s restroom choosing the last stall. She squatted on the seat and relaxed her nude beauty materializing and becoming visible again. Despite the cool air she was perspiring. Her naked body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Droplets rolled down her large breasts collecting at her hardened nipples then dropped to the floor one by one. Using the toilet paper she dabbed herself dry, once she had cooled down she left the safety of the stall and used a little soap and water to eliminate her aroused scent. She knew it would be just a matter of time before they began a room to room search. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. This is what she’d been training for the last six months. ~~~ Of John’s three half sisters and the one that gave him the most trouble from the outset, Heather was his favorite. She was independent and headstrong, opinionated and often spoke before thinking through the impact of her words. But, John liked her best of all because she was genuine. What you saw was what you got. And since they made up and had been intimate on several occasions she was becoming more than a sister but a true friend. She didn’t really understand what was going on with John, for some reason she simply accepted things the way they were and concentrated on being a good sister to her younger brother. Having different mothers and only knowing him for about eighteen months didn’t seem to matter anymore. Besides since John’s mother Mary, her father’s mistress and her mother Jacqueline had been getting along so well together, Heather began to think of and accepted Mary as she would any other relative. Heather’s swimming gave her a goal to reach for, when she and her sisters weren’t fucking the help and she was becoming very good at it. She was good enough to compete and she grew interested again in beginning her much delayed college education. She and her sisters Samantha and Isabel had shrugged it off college as a waste of time. But the truth was until John had altered their appearance they were too weird looking and would attract the wrong kind of attention to have been successful. So, they all enrolled for the fall semester at Stanford University. It seems like waiting turned out to be a good idea and having wealth didn’t hurt. Because of her swimming times, she tried out for and made the women’s swim team. She couldn’t be happier and as a result, she began working out with the team in August. Most of the girls were friendly enough, but a few were simply mean and wanted nothing to do with her. They had heard she came from money, an immediate turnoff, leading them to believe she simply bought her way onto the team, despite her continuing impressive swim times. She ignored those girls that scoffed at her and concentrated on her swimming. It was late in the afternoon when their daily morning practice was over. Heather and a few remaining teammates were showering; the locker room was mostly empty. Heather spent a longer time than usual getting the chlorine out of her hair. Before she realized it she was alone until three large muscular girls stood between her and the shower exit. They were naked, but they didn’t appear to have an interest in showering and they were closing in on her and looked to do her harm. She recognized them as the disgruntled three, from the 200 Free Relay Team. Heather was being considered for a position on the relay probably knocking one of them out. “Hey rich bitch! You didn’t think that you would make the team without your initiation, did you? If you are going to be on the relay team, then you will have to come over here and eat my pussy, bitch. She looks like she’d be good at eating pussy. What do you think girls?” The large blonde asked as she stopped just in front of Heather while the other two larger brunettes flanked the blonde on each side, blocking Heather’s exit. ~~~ April had awakened cheerful and early looking forward to her 10AM meeting at the attorney’s office. She was meeting with Dinah Cohen again; she was one of the named partners of the law firm of Basil, Cohen & Brown the firm that specialized in not for profit law. April was surprised that Dinah hadn’t assigned her to a third or fourth year associate; they weren’t a big client, yet but April was happy for the attention that her account was receiving. John will be pleased when he hears about this at their weekly meeting, she thought. Meanwhile Dinah Cohen was finishing up her morning workout in her home gym; she had worked up a good sweat. Although she was a partner she didn’t like to arrive before 10AM, that way she avoided most of the traffic into San Francisco. Despite the grandeur of the San Francisco office, the view of the bay and the excitement of the corporate office, she preferred the quiet the Mountain View branch office had to offer. She had gotten up extra early this morning and doubled her normal exercise time; she was thinking about her meeting with April Martin. Her lean sleek body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration as she finished the workout with a ridicules amount of abdominal reps. Standing she gazed into the mirrored wall at her naked and sweaty body. Her large pink nipples were hard and betrayed her arousal as she thought again about April Martin. She had done her research and learned a lot about April and her employer. “The things that you could learn off the internet these days”, she mused as Dinah reviewed in her mind what she had learned. April was single attending the local college and lived with her mother a divorced nurse. She attended high school with her boss and they grew up together in the same neighborhood. It wasn’t uncommon for startups to employ friends they grew up with. Her boss, John Smith, son of the late Dr. Zachary Smith, inherited most of his father’s wealth and was attempting to make a name for himself. As she admired herself in the mirror she hefted one large tit after the other finding comfort in their springiness, they were all natural yet amazingly still firm sitting high on her chest, considering she was in her early forties. She attributed it to her good genes and her ambitious fitness campaign. Looking down she could smell her arousal and watched had her labia grew larger and her clitoris poked through. Absent mindedly she rubbed herself as she imagined what April looked like naked and how her mouth would feel on her pussy. Her plan of seduction would be to drag on the meeting as long as possible then propose an early lunch and see if she could steered the conversation to the right path. She had a few different cards to play so it would depend on how April responded to her overtures. And if all else fails she still had the drug. ~~~ All of his hard work was beginning to bear fruit, Dr. Zachary Smith had thought of hardly anything else since his imprisonment except escaping. Sure he listened to, advising and comforted his whiny son, but imprisonment within the Ring of Power was a strange thing. You existed in a state with no real body although you saw yourself with one and the others with whom you were imprisoned. Duping his son into believing all he said, he managed to attain a position of authority within their confines and also acted as a look out for John, monitoring his surroundings and being a source of wisdom and counsel for the young man. But it was all to help him achieve what no other had done before him, to escape from the ring’s prison. He had tested his theories and was convinced that they would succeed. He was ready for the final test. ~~~ The drug as Dinah liked to refer to it as was a little thing that one of her larger clients Jones & Jones, an American multinational medical devices, pharmaceutical and consumer packaged goods manufacturer had accidently stumble upon. She was given a small amount which she used sparingly and on just the right unsuspecting victims. The results were amazing it rendered her victims with the temporary loss of free will allowing Dinah to take complete control of the person and in some rare cases rewrite her victim’s personality and sexual preferences as she did with her secretary. It was perfect. The victims never suspected a thing and believed whatever Dinah told them to believe. The only problem was that it only lasted a few short hours. But for those special cases, she was able to install trigger words allowing her to control the person indefinitely without using more of the precious drug. Grabbing her towel she patted her face dry while she smiled thinking of the unsuspecting young coed. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to use the drug. She laughed. Who was she fooling; she was looking forward to using it. April Martin was perfect. ~~~ Los Angeles turned out to be the sexual energy goldmine that John thought it would be. He now had almost as many agents there as he had employed in the Bay Area. His expansion had been a gamble that paid off big. Tammy and Jerome had succeeded beyond John’s expectations for their first year. In addition to making more than twenty films they had a bumper crop of want-to-be porn stars which they coached and turned into a small business. Because they didn’t need the money, they charged very little if anything and they collected huge cache of sexual energy at each class. The classes never ended at the scheduled time usually because small orgies often broke out. John had expressed an interest in buying a house with an ocean view so between the two of them they began to see what the market looked like and since John was in no hurry they could take their time. He confided in them that he may be interested in opening a branch in San Diego, so he was very interested in their feedback. Tammy and Jerome were very comfortable together, particularly once they moved in together. They each had their own bedrooms, but they usually sleep together. It was the perfect arrangement. ~~~ Early as usual April sat in the lobby reviewing her notes for the meeting. Dinah was aware that she was waiting but continued to place and receive calls while answering email and text, thirty minutes later, when she couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer Dinah came out and greeted the young woman. Taking April’s hand in hers as she apologized for being late, lying that she had been detained on an urgent matter, while deeply inhaling the scent of April’s perfume. She looked the young woman over appraising her attire. April had pulled her hair back into a kind of pony tail thing. It was professional enough yet betrayed her youth and inexperience. Her hands felt so soft in Dinah’s harder older hands, and she gentle pulled the young woman into the small conference room, nearby and told the receptionist they weren’t to be disturbed. For almost two hours they worked on the legal implications of John’s pet project the homeless shelter and how he might logically grow it from there. Dinah was impressed with April’s knowledge and grasp of the concepts and how easily she retained facts and logically came to her conclusions. It was almost 12:30 when they had exhausted all the avenues they needed to discuss; the paralegals will be able to handle the formatting and filing of the documents, Dinah told her and apologized about the hour offering to buy April lunch. April accepted having enjoyed the older woman’s company and since her firm would be handling John’s business it seemed only prudent to accept the invitation, particularly since she didn’t have any classes scheduled today. “Do you like Sushi?” Dinah asked as she stood pulled her suit coat on. “I love sushi!” April replied a little too enthusiastically. “Great, I know a nice little place that makes the best rolls. Give me a minute to put this file in my office and grab my purse. I’ll meet you in the lobby.” Dinah put the file on her desk and retrieved her purse, she went to the wall safe hidden behind the painting behind her desk, turned the combination a few times, opened the safe and grabbed the premeasured drug and placed in her purse. They were soon at the restaurant and were being seated, they engaged in light chit chat until the waiter came. He looked over the two lovely women, and asked for their drink orders, the younger of the two smiling at him. April ordered an ice tea, but Dinah talked her into trying a Long Island Ice Tea. April had never heard of such a tea but agreed when her attorney said that she’d love it. “Bring my friend a Long Island Ice Tea extra long,” Dinah said, “and I will have a white zinfandel.” And if it were an afterthought she shrugged and said, Why don’t you bring us the Samurai for two.” It was a three course meal of assorted sushi, fried rice, tempura and other favorites.” The waiter smiled and left, thinking to himself “cougar and prey”. April was impressed, she’d never had anyone order for her like that, and she smiled brightly as she thanked Dinah. They talked a little more before she excused herself to use the restroom. Dinah could hardly contain herself she was eager to spring the trap even before finding out what April’s views were sex and having sex with another woman. This was going to be easy she thought and as removed the drug from her purse and had it ready to be sprinkled into April’s food or drink. During their meal two women talked about all sorts of things and April seemed to genuinely enjoy Dinah’s company. However, Dinah learned that although April’s attitude was pretty liberal towards sex, and she was flattered that Dinah was interested in her, she wasn’t interested in a lesbian relationship. Having consumed three “ice teas” April found it necessary to visit the ladies room once again and clumsily excused herself again and toddling in the direction of the lavatory. “Well,” Dinah thought to herself, “we tried the easy way looks like we’ll have to be a little more insistent.” And she poured the premeasured powdered drug into April half full glass and stirred, the mixture immediately dissolved. The drug took only about a minute to work so Dinah had to just get April to finish her drink and stall for a minute or two. When April returned to the table she was really feeling the effect of the alcohol, and a small belch escaped her lips. “Erp! Oh, excuse me,” she apologized, “that was some ice tea. What was in that?” “Oh a little vodka, a little gin, a little tequila, and some rum,” Dinah said. “Oh my,” April said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have had four.” “Three and a half,” Dinah said pointing to the half full glass. “But if you hurry you can call it four.” “Oh, yeah,” April said and grabbing the glass and quickly consuming the remaining beverage. “I’ve had a lovely time, bud I must be going.” April wagged her finger at Dinah as she began to slur her words. “Oh you can’t go now. What about dessert?” Dinah said knowing that would give her more than enough time for the drug to take effect. April’s eyes brightened for a moment and then she said, “I can’t eat another ding right now or I will bust or puke.” She said as she belched quietly again and excused herself. “Well how about we just look at the dessert tray?” She motioned for the waiter to bring over the samples. She needed only thirty seconds more. The waiter brought a huge tray over to their table; it had cheese cake, carrot cake, chocolate mousse, bread pudding and kiwi pie. April simply stared at the tray not able to say a word. “Never mind,” Dinah told the waiter, “Looks like she’s had enough,” she handed the waiter a three Ben Franklins and said. “Keep the change.” The waiter smiled realizing that he was done and accepted the payment. He smiled and thought to himself, “Looks like the cougar had captured her prey.” “How are you feeling April darling?” “Pretty lightheaded,” she responded slowly as if it was hard to talk. “You’ll be fine, darling. Now listen to me carefully. You will act normally, not even slurring your words. You feel great and are so pleased with the time we spent together that you agreed to walk me to my hotel room right next door. If you feel like your balance isn’t good you will hold on to my arm for support. Do you understand?” April snapped back to full alertness and fixed her stare on Dinah and simply said, “Okay.” “That’s better.” She said. “Now you told me that you were flattered that I was attracted to you and that you had no interest in pursuing a relationship, but that’s not true is it.” She paused and watched as April hanging on every word. “No” she said. “The truth is that you are very interested and in fact you are so horny right now your pussy is watering in anticipation of the two of us being together.” April shuttered and a small sigh escaped her lips as she realized that Dinah was right. She was so incredibly turned on by this woman. She tried to question it, why was she feeling this way? “But Dinah won’t lie,” April realized. “She was attractive mature woman and she wanted to have sex with me, April Martin, this named partner of this important law firm. I am so lucky and she was right,” April thought as she felt so wet below. Dinah continued as she read the confusion in April’s face. “In fact right now I’ll be you are trying to imagine what my pussy looks like, aren’t you. You naughty girl, you are wondering if I am shaved or if I have a neat little landing strip. Be honest April. Am I right?” “Damn how did she know?” April thought, as her pussy continued dripping into her panties. “Are you wet for me, April,” Dinah continued to induce the young woman. “Yes. I can feel myself leaking into my panties.” April confessed. “Really,” Dinah said. “Show me. Take them off and hand them to me over the table.” April obeyed immediately. She shimmed her skirt up her legs and pulled down her wet black panties and handed them to Dinah. They were silk and soaked with her juices. Dinah was impressed with the quality of the lingerie and knew that she had chosen well. She pulled them to her nose and took a deep breath. “Yes, you’ll do fine.” She told the young woman. You are ready to go now, it is likely that you skirt is stained, but you won’t notice or care.” They stood and Dinah motioned for April to lead the way. She watched April move through the restaurant to the door and yes her skirt was indeed stained. When they arrived at the hotel April was holding on to Dinah’s arm, her balance was off and needed help to walk, but they looked like lovers already as they took the elevator to the 14th floor, room 1456 their destination. “April why don’t you get more comfortable and loose all that unnecessary clothing,” Dinah said. Realizing that she had only about two hours remaining and she had a great many things for April to do. Once she had disrobed she tried to stand still tittering slightly as she waited for Dinah’s next command. But Dinah didn’t want to command April all night. No she wanted a new lover who would be creative and imaginative, so she told April. “April, how long have you known that you were a lesbian?” “I am not a lesbian,” April said, as her mind tried to fight back and she shifted from foot to foot. “Yes you are, April. You told me so. You said that you were done with limps dicks and the men they were attached to and that they did nothing for you despite trying. You are turned on by pussy.” Dinah said making her case. “You came here to my hotel room to have sex with me. Look at you. You’re already naked and you were so horny you gave me these at the restaurant.” Dinah held out April’s wet panties and waved them for her to see as she continued to manipulate the poor helpless girl. A Gift From His Father Ch. 19 “Not only are you a lesbian, April but you are the best pussy eater in the state. Ask me how I know.” April asked her. “How do you know this?” “I know this because you told me, April. You’ve been trying to seduce me all day. You also told me that and can have an orgasm by making your partner cum, isn’t that right?” April couldn’t believe that she had told Dinah all her secrets. She was shamelessly throwing herself at this woman. She felt so vulnerable; she wouldn’t turn her away, would she? “You can’t get enough pussy you told me. You are tireless and very creative. I am so happy that we finally have been able to hook up.” April stood still, her face revealing her confusion as she processed this information and fought her reprogramming. “Of course I am lesbian,” she thought. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. So she liked pussy. She was proud of it. She licked her lips imagining the taste, “I am the best pussy eater in the state. She said that she was happy that we’d been able to hook up. She wants me too. I’d been worrying needlessly.” Dinah watched as the changes began to manifest themselves in April’s body language. April pushed her magnificent breasts forward and her nipples hardened. She began to imagine all kinds of ways she could enjoy Dinah, after all she was very creative and imaginative lover. April’s juices were flowing down her legs and she was now convinced by the lies, as Dinah walked around her admiring her beautiful body. “So lover,” April purred watching the woman ogling her naked body, “Are you going to get naked so we can fuck or what?” Dinah was amazed at the transformation. She had hit the jackpot. If April was half as good as it was beginning to look like she was, Dinah might have found that one in a million subject that she’d been looking for, one whom she could plant a trigger phrase and continue manipulate indefinitely without the use of the drug. April moved closer with much more confidence it made Dinah shutter. She couldn’t wait for Dinah to get out of her clothes and almost ripped them off. As soon as she had the older woman naked she pulled her close and allowed her hands to roam her tight body. They kissed hungrily for a while before April pushed Dinah down on the bed and quickly moved between the woman’s legs. April wanted to wait and enjoy her lover’s tits, but she loved pussy the best and couldn’t wait to taste Dinah. And for her part, Dinah couldn’t be more pleased the way things were progressing. And she pulled April up onto the bed and they swung into a classic sixty nine, hungrily munching on each other’s pussies. ~~~ Becoming a basketball coach was the best thing to happen to Chance Goodwin in a long time. He loved working with young kids. The job didn’t pay much, and he did a little school security in the mornings, too. More to keep up appearances, but he really didn’t need the money. After several lifetimes Chance had accumulated significant wealth and could live quite well off the interest of his investments. What Chance loved almost as much as working with the kids was the attention from the female faculty, staff and mothers. Married or not they all flirted with him and there were more than a few who took their flirting to the next level. However, after the incident with Mrs. Debra McBroom, (Principal McBroom’s wife) Chance was much more cautious and since he lived a few blocks from the school all his rendezvous with faculty and staff took place there, with one exception. There seemed to be an endless parade of women of all shapes, colors and sizes finding their way to his apartment at all hours of the day. And since Chance’s hours were so flexible he was able to accommodate almost every woman’s schedule. And although sometimes the faculty or staff person returned a little late no one ever complained or seemed to notice. Things started to get a little weird when seemingly out of the blue a health crazy sweep over the school. Suddenly all the women including many of the students seemed to become very conscious of their health and particularly their weight and how they carried that weight. Even some of the older women seemed to be interested in firming up their flabby arms, guts and out of shape bodies. Before too long the school’s athletic director, Brenda Jordan felt compelled to offer an afterschool aerobic class three evenings a week. Many of the teachers and staff participated at least two times a week; the classes were almost all women. The popularity grew and soon a few more of the male teachers and staff also joined. Within a few weeks there were almost thirty people each night. Chance was pleased that his plan was working so well. He met with Brenda who was his supervisor, at least in title. She was very easily manipulated with his unique skills. Despite being gay and in a committed relationship, at least once a week she met with him in her office and worshiped his black pole. She was becoming an accomplished cock sucker and afterwards she’d beg him to fuck her. He began to call her BJ, which she hated. But somehow she let him get away with it. It was after one of their meetings that Brenda began to realize how much she was enjoying watching her coworkers in the evening workouts. She was becoming very aroused and fantasized having sex with many of them. Each day her arousal grew until she decided she had to get them in a more private setting. She chose five of the women that turned her on the most to her home once a week for a more private and intense workout. All five of the women eagerly accepted her invitation. Joan was her partner of three years, also a school teach who taught at a local elementary school didn’t mind, she understood all too well how teaching easily took the focus off of one’s self and how easy it was to get out of shape. And since Brenda was a little on the butch side Joan liked to see her bossing the women around, finding it arousing. Brenda pushed the women hard that first week. They worked out in her a large enclosed backyard and the five women quickly began to show added muscular definition, increased strength and energy. Chance observed a few of their workouts and made a few suggestions, the women and BJ were appreciated his insight agreeing it would help them to quickly achieve their desired results. The following weeks their routines became more intense and fitness attire more revealing. Joan would come home and become very distracted while attempting to grade papers. She would literally jump Brenda once all the women left. Every one of the women had experienced significant weight loss and proudly shared the news with each other and they quickly felt very relaxed among one another. The next week as if by mutual consent decided their outfits were getting in the way and unanimously decided exercise naked. On that evening Joan, fingered herself to several orgasms while pretending to grade papers. As if by coincident Chance dropped by letting himself in with the key Brenda had given him, to a full blown lesbian orgy in progress. The women including Joan had formed a daisy chain each one connected to the other, mouth to pussy and were writhing on the floor in the living room. When Brenda saw him, she disengaged herself and rushed to him and began to unbuckle his pants and slide them to the floor along with his boxers freeing the largest cock the women had ever seen. Brenda licked the large cock and waved over her curious partner to join her. Joan hesitated for a moment, amazed at what she was witnessing, but felt compelled to join in. As they took turns worshiping the amazing cock the others paired up waiting their turn and discussing how they wanted to be taken by the giant cock. Chance truly loved every woman that he was with at the time and was a master at cunnilingus. He took his time and with Joan, even more time, as he knew as a lesbian she had been with some of the best. So while one of the other teachers played with and sucked on her nipples, Chance worked on her pussy. He spread her lips with his fingers and licking and kissing the region between her major and minor lips, circling it with the tip of his tongue like it was an item on a sheet of paper he was trying to separate from all the others. Then using his thumb and index finger he held her open and followed the same procedure. His technique although simple had Joan in teetering on the brink of a very strong climax. That in and of itself would have been enough, but Chance has the poor woman screaming and scratching when he finally moved closer to her clit, still not touching it. After another minute, she was begging for him to just lightly touch it and when he finally gave in she exploded, emptying her juices as if they had been poured from a bottle. Not being selfish Chance invited the women to help clean Joan and they all took turns causing her to cum again and again until she lost consciousness. Only John or his agents could have kept this pace with the demands of these horny teachers and none were disappointed. In the end Chance had fucked every one of the women at least twice and had deposited his seed in each one, where it was quickly sucked out by one or more of the teacher waiting her turn. After several hours they were all exhausted and satisfied. As they dressed and contemplated returning home to their husbands, boyfriends and pets, all agreed that it was the best workout ever. Furthermore, they agreed that next week they would bring pot luck and substitute Chance as their aerobic workout. None of the women thought it strange or odd although for most it was their first time having sex with another woman or cheating on their husbands and boyfriends. Instead it was simply a fun way to keep fit. For Brenda and Joan however, they were left wondering if this meant they were no longer lesbians, they had enjoyed Chance’s cock so much and were looking forward to the next time, and Joan was wondering what it would feel like in her ass. Back at school the entire staff and faculty seemed rejuvenated and much happier. They were more energetic, enthusiastic and dressed a little more alluring. All the students noticed and in turn they change the behavior and began to pay better attention to their sexy teachers resulting in true learning. The male teachers who hadn’t participated in the aerobic workouts became self conscious of their beer bellies and made the time to join the afterschool program or a local gym. The cafeteria began serving healthier food because people wouldn’t eat the regular junk food it had been serving. It wasn’t long before the administration began to take notice that everyone at Jeff McBroom’s high school were happier and more productive most importantly test scores jumped 20% over last year. Whatever McBroom was doing over there they encouraged him to keep it up. Chance felt as though he had made amends to his principal, although he didn’t set out to harm the man, sleeping with his wife. As long as Chance was discrete he’d be able to continue this project and exceed his quota easily keeping John happy. ~~~ It was Thursday night and for John that meant spending time with his mother. Despite being the Master of the Ring of Power and making his own mother one of his agents, John still needed time with his mother and needed her to be his mom. So unless an emergency came up, they would spend every Thursday evenings together at her home. Mary would cook and then they would watch their favorite television shows recorded from network television earlier that week. John was hooked on Shonda Rhimes’ shows Grey's Anatomy and Scandal. While Mary was happy watching anything that John liked. She loved spending time with her son alone. Later they would enjoy each other’s company more intimately, unlike mother and son, but as lovers. John was tender and attentive while Mary was like no other woman he’d ever been with. She knew him better than he knew himself and she made love to him. “How are things between you and April?” Mary asked as they rested after a particularly passionate and satisfying session. “I haven’t seen her in a few days. We email and text daily, but it is usually just business stuff. Our weekly meeting is tomorrow. I will tell her that you asked about her.” John said while he held his mother closely and stoking her ample breasts. “You haven’t answered my question, what are your feelings? Things have changed for you, Johnny. You just made beautiful love to your mother. You are fucking every woman you desire. You have become a very powerful man. That has to have changed things between you two, if not for her than for you.” Just like that all the pain that John had been concealing was out in the open, leave it to a mother to see through her son. “I still love her mom. But all this is too much. I could never go back to the way things were, not now and I can’t expect her to accept who I am now.” “So between you and Candace erasing her memory when you decide it is necessary is the answer.” “You know about that?” John asked surprised then realizing of course she’d know. Candace and I get together often and you two often become the topic of our conversation. By the way that woman is insatiable.” Mary said to lighten the mood. John chuckled, “You don’t know the half of it.” He smiled. He needed the distraction while he thought about how to phrase the question he’d wanted to ask her. “Mom, how did it feel being controlled by dad all those years?” “Oh that. I was wondering when you were going to ask me about it. Well to tell the truth it was like living in a cell, being able to see what everyone else was doing, but not being able to participate. At first I hated it and was very resentful of your father. I felt very isolated. I had limits, restrictions and I couldn’t exceed them. It was great when your father would visit, but then he would be gone for long period of time and I would be lonesome with no way to be comforted. It was very lonely.” “I thought so. I am sorry, mom. Do you hate him for it?” “Goodness no,” She said. “I loved your father. And once I was freed it was as if I could fly. Are you thinking of putting April in her own cage?” John sighed heavily. “I never could hide anything from you, yes, only a much bigger cage.” He told her what he’d been considering, sending her to the best universities, helping her move ahead in her chosen career. “What about love?” Mary asked her son as she stroked his chest as they continued to cuddle. “What if she were to fall in love?” “I think I would let her go.” John confessed as a tear rolled down his cheek. His mother caught it and asked. “And what about you, Johnny, your heart is breaking and we are only discussing possibilities?” “I will continue on. I will find another someone to love or fuck my way to happiness.” He said with all the conviction he could muster as another tear fell from his eye. “Look,” she said taking his face into her delicate hands and wiping away the tear. “You are the Master of the Ring of Power; you can do anything you want. But why don’t you just put your cards on the table. Tell April everything. She loves you. She wants to be with you. Let her choose and then decide what to do. If she doesn’t accept things then you erase her memory and lock her up in as big a cage as you can or simply let her go. Or you could make her your wife and see where that will take you.” John smiled and kissed his mother passionately. She understood and he loved her even more. “Thank you mom, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” ~~~ From the confinement of the Ring of Power, John’s father had been observing silently. He was ready for his final test, if this worked than he’d found a way to escape the prison of the ring. He simply needed to be able to control his son’s actions for just a few seconds. It would be enough to free him. He had configured all the controls at his command station he was now ready to test it. He needed a simple command. “Blow in her ear!” He said. ~~~ As they continued to cuddle, John moved his lips to his mother’s ear and blew gently into her ear. Mary stiffened. And he knew something was wrong. “Are you okay,” he asked. “You blew in my ear.” “Yeah, what about it,” he asked as he began to nibble that same ear. “Your father used to blow in my ear. It was a game we used to play; we got it from an old television show from the 70’s. There was a saying, ‘Blow in my ear and I’ll follow you anywhere.’ He or I would say it and then we’d make love.” “Sound like a plan to me.” John said and tickled his mother making her jiggle and squirm as they resumed their sex play. Mary wanted to ride on top this time. She placed the helmet head of his big cock at the opening of her slick pussy and gently moved it back and forth driving her son mad be for slowly lowering herself until she had him all inside her and waited until she couldn’t stand it any longer before bouncing up and down on him. She loved being able to control him like this and John love the sight of her large breasts bouncing up and down. It was late and they were exhausted from their play about to go to sleep when John’s phone rang. A picture of April appeared on his phone. He reached for it and thumbed the accept call button. “Hey you,” he spoke into the phone. “Hello John. I am sorry for calling so late, but can we skip our meeting tomorrow. I have a lot of work to do and nothing really new to report. I’ll have plenty to discuss next week.” “Sure, okay. Apes is everything okay?” “Things are fine. I am just a little over committed. Thanks. I will talk to you next week,” and the connection went dead. “Is everything okay? You look worried.” “April just blew off our meeting tomorrow. She’s never done that before. She sounded distant and aloof.” “It’s late, she’s probably just tired.” Mary said. “Now come back to bed.” John did and they spooned, his mother reaching over him and gently played with his semi erect cock until they both drifted off to sleep. ~~~ April put the phone back on the night stand and smiled. “It’s all taken care of my love. I am all yours tomorrow.” “And tonight,” Dinah said as she pulled April back into her embrace. “Let’s see, where were we?” she asked. “Oh yes, you were going to eat my pussy again, so that I would sleep throughout the night.” April crawled on top of the woman letting their naked bodies rub against each other until their hard nipples touched and their mouths met. They kissed for a minute then reversing herself April slid back down between Dinah’s thighs and lapped at her increasingly wet pussy. She couldn’t believe how good she felt and how much she loved Dinah’s pussy. ~~~ Leaving the safety of the women’s lavatory Elizabeth found the corridors bustling with activity. People were rushing about as the security team implemented their search procedures. All unnecessary personnel were being sent home, being thoroughly searched before leaving the building. Shielding herself in a telekinesis bubble, Elizabeth trudged forward towards the elevators dodging the foot traffic and catching the elevator just as the last person of the group stepped inside, the ride to the ground floor was swift. When the doors opened they were greeted by a long line of people waiting to be searched and scanned before being allowed to leave. Elizabeth followed the last person out and surveyed the lobby. There was no way to avoid the search. Barricades had been erected bottlenecking the line of people who patiently awaited their turn. No one spoke much as each patiently waiting their turn. “Damn!” Elizabeth swore to herself. She could see no way around the security. Then she got an idea. She saw a woman her size and walked up to the front of the long line and waited. By now the employees seemed to be talking quietly she could hear light banter as the line slowly progressed. Soon it was the woman’s turn and Elizabeth step close to the woman then pushed her body against hers using her mind control she told the woman to pay no attention as the security guard began to wave an electronic wand over and around the woman, as Elizabeth mirrored the woman’s movements. Again reaching out with her thoughts she told the guard that the woman was very large and give her an extra wide berth with his wand or risk disciplinary charges. Even still while waving the wand the guard slapped Elizabeth on her naked ass, he didn’t seemed to notice. A Gift From His Father Ch. 19 Fortunately contrary to what the security guard was made to believe the woman was very thin and Elizabeth stood close enough that she appeared to be one woman at least that was her plan. When the woman spread her legs she did the same. The guard didn’t let on that he had gotten a “positive hit” the woman was hiding something metallic in her clothes around her crotch or ass. “Thank you, miss. You can put your arms down, will you please step this way.” The guard said ushering the confused young woman aside. Just the reaction Elizabeth was hoping for and she stepped around the guard and the inspection area. She was only forty feet from the exit with nothing standing in her way. However, instead of running, she wanted to stick around curious to see what would happen to the innocent woman. “Miss, do you have any piercings or metal implants?” The woman said nothing, stunned by the question. “I am afraid that we are going to have to ask you to disrobe, we may have to do a body cavity search. Can you come with us, please?” Just then a large woman joined the two, she had a no nonsense look on her face and together they escorted the young woman to a secure room just off the main lobby. Elizabeth fought the temptation to follow and have some fun with this situation, she had been invisible too long and it was becoming uncomfortable. She looked at the exit ran to catch and follow the last person out the door. She cautiously jogged to her car which she’d parked in a parking structure two blocks away. Had she been visible it would have been quite a sight as her large breasts bounced and her shapely ass flexed as she ran. Her caution paid off as she noticed that cars exiting the companies parking structure were also being searched and the drivers scrutinized. She was so relieved to be clothed once again as she rematerialize on the deserted parking level. She jumped behind the wheel and slowly proceeded out of the structure stopping only to pay the attendant. ~~~ Cornered in the shower with three large girls threatening to make her their bitch, Heather’s thoughts drifted back to when she’d been threatened in grammar school. Back then she and her sisters were androgynous, identical, odd in their appearance and easy to ridicule. Later, they attended private schools and later they were home schooled, because of their appearance. So they didn’t mingle much with other kids their own age. But that was a long time ago. John’s transformation turned them they into the beauties they are today, problem solved. “What’s the matter bitch? Don’t ya like girls?” “What’s this about?” Heather asked. “It’s about you bringing your skinny ass over here and licking some pussy. That’s what it’s about, bitch.” Heather turned off the shower. Looking past the women she could see the locker room was empty. “Oh, we are totally alone, bitch. No one’s around to help you.” Grabbing her towel from the nearby hook she began to dry herself realizing that the shower floor was too wet and slippery a scuffle here she didn’t stand a chance. Her best hope was to try to reach the locker area and then her footing would be sounder and she might be able to hurt one and drive the others away. She continued to pat herself dry, arms and torso, and then she wrapped the towel around herself covering her breasts, and tried to bluff her way through. “Sorry, not today ladies. I am running late, perhaps another time.” She said as if they were asking her to play a game of bridge. She walked past the first girl the one with the mouth and tried to walk past the two larger girls but they blocked her way and wouldn’t budge. The mouthpiece yanked the towel off of Heather exposing her naked body once again. Heather was getting angry. “What do you want?” She yelled. “We told you, bitch. We need to be serviced, why don’t you get on your knees and get to work, or I’ll have my friends mess up your pretty face a little. Then we’ll try this again, your choice. One way or another, somebody’s gonna be eating some pussy.” “I don’t do girls,” Heather lied, remembering how many times she and her sisters played with each other. But this was different, this was rape. “Don’t worry about it, bitch. I have a feeling that you are going to be very good at it. Now get on your knees or butch over there will put you down.” That was it. She was out of options. She was going to have to comply or take a beating. Heather would much rather the beating than being forced to do anything she didn’t want to do. She braced herself as Butch stepped closer. Adrenaline surged through her body and then that she felt it. Power like in the old days, her telekinesis had returned. Using her mind and her foot, she kicked the big girl in the knee causing her to slip on the wet floor of the shower and fall on her ass to the floor. But Butch two was right there as if she were expecting some resistance. “Get her!” Yelled the mouthpiece as the large girl lounged towards Heather. Heather pivoted and pushed with her hands and mind knocking the large girl over the other who was just climbing back to her feet. Together their naked bodies sprawled on the slippery tile floor. With the agility of a dancer Heather pivoted again just in time as the mouthpiece missed her chin with what would have been a powerful punch. She had put so much weight behind it that when it failed to connect it threw her off balance allowing Heather to slip behind her and pin her arms. Meanwhile, Heather held the two girls larger girls to the floor with her mind. “Well, I guess you were right,” Heather said, “Looks like that someone who will be eating pussy is going to be you. Somehow the two larger girls were now lying on top of each other with their legs spread wide. Heather pushed the mouthpiece to her knees and pushed her face into one of the girls and then the other. “Eat bitch,” Heather yelled. “Don’t make me force you.” The mouthpiece poked out her tongue tentatively and began licking. Then Heather moved her lower to the other girl and she licked some more. The two large girls were squirming, quickly becoming aroused. Heather had the Butch on the bottom reach around and fondle Butch two’s breasts, pulling on her nipples while she held the mouthpiece down and told her she couldn’t get up until both Butches came. After a several minutes both the large women squealed as the mouthpiece got them both off and they squirted all over her, something they never had done before. She pulled her face up, their juices dripping from her face, and asked, “Satisfied?” But no one answered. She spun her head around and realized that they were alone. The two larger girls were panting and swung around to pleasure each other some more. The mouthpiece didn’t understand what had happened, but she knew she’d met her match. She dreaded what would happen the next day at practice. The rich bitch was more than she pretended to be. ~~~ Friday morning John awoke to the ringing of his telephone. Answering it he heard a worried Candace on the other end. “John, is April with you?” She asked. John could hear the stress in her voice. “No.” John replied still half asleep, “Why is there something wrong?” “She didn’t come home last night. It’s not like her to not call or send me a text. I have called and left three messages and four texts.” “She called me last night to cancel our meeting today, she didn’t sound like herself, but otherwise she sounded okay.” John recalled as he was now sitting up in the bed alone. Then he heard the shower and knew his mother was in the bathroom. “Don’t worry about it, Candace.” He said. “I’ll have one of my people track her down. I am sure she’s fine.” “Thank you. Tell your mother hello for me. I hope I didn’t disturb you two.” “Mom’s in the shower. I will tell her you asked about her. Bye.” John pressed the number five on his phone and waited for it to ring and the voice on the other end answered. “Yes, sir, how can I be of assistance?” The soft female voice asked. “Denise, I need you to track down April Martin. You have her phone number. She didn’t come home last night and her mother Candace is worried. It is probably nothing, but to be on the safe side, I want you to see if you can find out where she is. Be discrete and don’t make it look like we are looking for her.” “Yes sir.” Denise replied and severed the connection. Denise had been awake for several hours but was still in her bed, naked and sweating. She had several adult toys lying around her, including one very large black dildo she named Chance. She had just gotten herself off. She was masturbating daily now and enjoying it less. Mentally she wasn’t in a good place and she was about to go mad with lust. She was a man in a female body. Which wasn’t all that bad in and of itself, but she was finding that the longer she went without sex, the worse she felt, until she had to use her toys to take the edge off. But it wasn’t the same as being with a real person. The problem was that she was mentally still a guy and although at first she didn’t mind being fucked. She wasn’t gay. So, men didn’t turn her on and she was repulsed by the idea of taking a cock into her body. However, since she was really a man, women still did get her excited. But her body craved cock and in her mind she couldn’t do it. So, her only course of action was self pleasure, for now. It would be okay for a while, but she really needed a mate. She thought, maybe she should confide in Elizabeth, certainly she would have some ideas. Nevertheless, she rolled out of bed and headed for the toilet and then the shower. She stood in front of the bowl and lifted the seat, then realized that she needed to sit. She really did miss her cock. ~~~ April woke with a jolt sitting straight up in bed, her hurt from the alcohol and she was disoriented. “Where am I? Whose bed was this,” she began to remember and calmed herself. She looked to her left and saw her love, snoring quietly, April then noticed a tingling beginning in her pussy, she was becoming very aroused and damp between her legs. Lying next to her was Dinah her attorney, well John’s attorney really, she thought as she began to make sense of things. “Was it true that they had made love all night long?” She asked herself. “Would there be more today,” she licked her lips and tasted the sweet flavor of Dinah’s pussy lingered and she sighed. “Oh my God,” She thought binging her hands to her mouth, she’d forgotten to text or call her mother to let her know she wasn’t coming home last night. “Candace would have a cow,” she thought. “And she’d be worried sick.” Looking around the room in the dim light she didn’t see it and she didn’t remember where she left her phone, perhaps in her purse. Great she sighed; she didn’t remember where she left her purse and her of her clothes. She quietly climbed out of the elegant king size bed and saw her panties on the floor near the chair. When she picked them up she saw her bra near the closet and scooped them up, too. She looked around in saw her blouse and her skirt, grabbed them both she found her purse under them. She quickly pulled out her iPhone 5. It had blown up. She had a half dozen missed calls, and several texts all from her mother. She replied to the last text apologizing to her mother and telling her that she met someone special, just then Dinah began to stir. So she quickly ended the text and sent it. However in her haste she included the gender of her special new friend. She hadn’t intended to do that she had planned to come out to her mother tonight in person. Dinah opened her eyes and didn’t see April until she rushed over to her and sat on Dinah’s side. “Good morning sleepyhead,” she said and bent down and kissed her lips. Dinah opened her mouth and they tongue wrestled before Dinah pulled April back into bed and they became more playful and passionate. Before long April was between Dinah thighs and lapping her pussy like a she’d never have another chance. Dinah came screaming louder than April had ever heard a woman scream before while beating her fist into the mattress several times. After Dinah settling down, April began nursing on her breasts. After a while Dinah disengaged the young woman and pulled a very large dildo from the night stand drawer and showed it to April. April laughed hysterically knowing that there was no way that thing was going to fit in her. She stopped laughing when Dinah started slid it back and forth along her pussy getting it all wet and sticky before she pushed it into her and stretching April’s pussy while Dinah sucked on clit. It was now April’s turn to scream. When she had finally stopped Dinah cuddled her head in her bosom letting her drifted off to sleep. When April woke a few minutes later basking in the afterglow of her orgasm she was startled to hear Dinah talking to someone. Opening her eyes she saw a beautiful black woman, standing naked watching as she woke. The woman was caramel colored had short cropped blonde curly hair and a shaved pussy. She didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat and her tits were pointy cones, looking like B cups and mostly nipples. April was shocked and quickly pulled the sheet around her naked body. “Aww, don’t be shy, darling.” The woman spoke with a southern accent. “Dinah said that you were eager to play, so I came right over.” She looked at Dinah who was standing nearby still naked, “Relax April, you remember my secretary, and a threesome will be a lot of fun.” “I don’t think so.” April jumped up finding her clothes in the pile she’d left them. “I think it is time to for me to go.” Dinah frowned and hurried over to April and grabbed her left nipple between her thumb and index finger and twisted her nipple really hard. April screamed from the pain and surprise of Dinah’s harsh treatment. Before she could recover Dinah pushed her backwards into the bathroom, turning her head slightly excusing them both. Only then did she let go of April’s tit. Dinah was livid. “Ouch!” April said rubbing her wounded nipple with one hand while using the other to see the damage. “How you dare embarrass me in front of my guest, don’t you ever think about doing that again.” Dinah yelled softly looking at April as if she were a child who had behaved badly in public. “I thought you wanted me, for me. Not to be a play toy in some group sex games.” April cried, tears welling up in her eyes beginning to stream down he face. “Stop crying! And don’t you pretend that you haven’t enjoyed yourself Missy. You will do as you are told.” Dinah replied angrily and then shrugged. “Why waste my breath. I thought you’d be different, never mind. April was hurt. She looked at Dinah not believing what she heard. Dinah was unapologetic. April shrugged. She had made a big mistake, trusting this woman. She wouldn’t be bullied. She was about to storm out of the bathroom and put her clothes on to leave when Dinah said. “April Sleep!” Dinah watched as April responded to the command. Just as Dinah had predicted April was the perfect subject. The drug she’d been given earlier allowed Dinah to install and activate the trigger allowing her to put April under at will without the use of the drug. April shut her eyes and her body collapsed, fortunately Dinah was standing close enough to catch the young woman and steered her to the vanity chair let her slump into it. Wasting no time she knelt down and looked at the unconscious woman, “April, can you hear me?” “Yes, Dinah I can hear you,” April replied in a sleepy soft voice. “Good. From now on you will do whatever I ask you to do without question. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Dinah, I will do what you tell me to do.” April, you are a lesbian. You have always been a lesbian; you just didn’t want to admit it. You love pussy. Any pussy you see you must have, the more the better. You love pussy so much that when you get someone off eating their pussy you get off too. You are not the innocent young woman I met a year ago. In fact you are the opposite; you are a butch lesbian always on the prowl for more and better pussy. In fact later today we are going to give you the makeover you’ve been asking for; do you remember asking me to give you a Rachel Maddow makeover?” April furrowed her brows as if thinking about what she was told and before answering. “Yes, Dinah, I want to look like Rachel Maddow.” “Well you need to be good to my friends, because they can make it happen today, but only if you are good.” “Dinah, I will be very good you’ll see.” April said taking on the new persona that Dinah had created for her. The bathroom door opened and April and Dinah came back out the black woman was holding the very large dildo in her hand looking it over and trying to imagine how it would feel in her pussy. April walked up to the woman looking her up and down and said, “I think we can do better than that.” She then grabbed the woman by the waist and strongly pulled her close. Before the woman could respond their lips locked and then their tongues began exploring each other’s mouths. Dinah went to her closet and brought out a large box of sex toys she’d brought along, more dildos, vibrators, hand cuffs, leg spreaders, two strap-ons and an assortment of other goodies. They would come in handy as she planned having a few more friends stop by. ~~~ April wasn’t the only one to miss a few calls. When John checked his phone he saw that there were four missed calls and four messages from Elizabeth. “Damn,” he said aloud and punched the number corresponding to her speed dial entry. She answered the phone. “I got it. Are you nearby?” “I’m on my way, be there in ten minutes. You’re at your place, right?” Elizabeth told him she was at home and if she wasn’t out of the shower when he arrived to just let himself in and make himself at home. Elizabeth’s apartment was in a very nice neighborhood. It was really a fourplex or quad, hers was the first floor right. Arriving John walked right in and closed the door. He walked around admiring the simple yet tasteful adornments decorating the home including window treatments that most people seem to neglect these days. Then it occurred to him as he took a bobble from the mantle and examined it, that being over a hundred years old, Elizabeth was raised with very different values, which were reflected in the decorating of her home. She came out of the bedroom wearing a thin robe which hugged her body and hanging open revealing her flat belly, large breasts sitting high on her chest and her diamond pierced pussy which sparkled brightly, as she was toweling her wet hair. She reminded him of a larger version of the actress Archie Panjabi who plays Kalinda Sharma in “The Good Wife”. “Hey,” she asked seeing him for the first time, “can I get you anything.” “Hey yourself,” John said returning the bobble to its place. “I am good.” He walked towards her and she closed the distance between them and slipped easily into his arms. She dropped the towel and they kissed passionately, their tongues searching each other’s mouths as John slipped his hands through the open robe and pulled her closer. After a minute the kiss was broken and Elizabeth sighed. “Hmmm, I missed that.” John cupped her naked breasts in each hand a squeezed them and Elizabeth purred, “That too.” Before Elizabeth could undo John’s belt his clothes vanished and Elizabeth found her hand around his growing cock and said, “That trick never gets old,” while pushing him into her leather couch. If she weren’t so horny after her adventure, she would have savored the moment and sucked on his cock for a while, but she needed his cock in her. Allowing her robe to fall from her shoulders to the hardwood floor she mounted John sighing contently as the helmet head of his large cock push up past her lips and into her tunnel of love. A Gift From His Father Ch. 19 She slowly raised and lowered herself, making each stroke long and luxurious. Despite the fact that she wanted to go much faster, she held off until she couldn’t take it any longer and then picked up the pace until she was bouncing up and down on him and her large tits were flying about and sensing she was near, John timed his release with hers and they came together as she screamed and he grunted and the sound of their body slapping together echoed in the room as they fell still and silent, panting contently. “Boy, did I need that.” She said as her damp hair clung to her face and John brushed the strands away and kissed her again. John was once more clothed and Elizabeth in her robe as they found themselves in the kitchen discussing recent events. John nearly hurt himself laughing as Elizabeth described trying to get the thumb drive out of the building inside her wet and slippery pussy. “Why did you do this in the nude?” John asked. “What do you mean why,” she asked as though she had a choice in the matter. John held his poker face as long as he could and then said. “We need to do something about that.” He said scratching his chin. “Where’s the thumb drive?” Elizabeth walked to the mantle and picked up the bobble John had inspected earlier when he first arrived and unscrewed the top, reaching in she removed the drive and handed to him. “Thanks,” he said and pulled her close for a goodbye kiss. She returned the kiss fervently and sighed when he broke it. He looked deeply into her eyes and struggled with himself about staying a little longer. But his mind focused on the problem with Elizabeth having to be naked when invisible. “I have an idea,” He said. “I want you to experiment trying to turn clothing invisible. You may need to consider different fabrics, let know how things go.” ~~~ As he drove through the streets of Mountain View California with the newly acquired data Elizabeth had appropriated from Jones and Jones Company, he put the next phase of his plan into action. He pressed the speed dial number for his buddy Mark Taylor and waited for his friend to pick up the phone. “Hey Johnny, how’s it going?” He heard the friendly voice of his childhood buddy. “Whatcha doing?” “In the car, are you busy? I need a favor.” “Name it. You remember how to get to the new place right?” Mark replied. “See you in ten minutes,” John said and disconnected the call, just before he heard Mark tell someone that he was on his way. Cindy pulled Mark back into their bed and kissed him tenderly. “You know we have ten minutes to kill she said as she came up for air.” Mark chuckled. “What do you have in mind?” He asked already knowing the answer. “Well,” She said pausing for a moment, “You could do that thing with your tongue that I love so much.” “Really,” He said “That thing with my tongue!” She smiled and he attacked her, she was very ticklish. She pretended to fight him off, giggling as he stripped her of her shorts and panties. She was already topless. It was their rule. If he could be topless so could she, at least when home alone. Her tiny tits jiggled and her nipples hardened as he pulled the tiny woman by her legs down to his waiting mouth. They played for a few minutes until realizing time was growing short and he got serious and had Cindy screaming just as the doorbell rang. He left Cindy panting, grabbed a tee and pulled it on as he walked through the living room to the front door. He gave a quick peek through the hole and then opened the door for John. As soon as the door opened, John could feel the diminishing energy of recent sex leaving the condo. Mark grabbed his hand and pulled him into a man hug and closed the door. John heard water running and knew Cindy was cleaning up from their romp. John explained what he had and Mark agreed to take a look, cautioning him that the file would likely be encrypted. Mark took John into his office and John was impressed by Mark’s setup; he had three flat screens a docking station and more electronic gadgets than he could identify. Mark took the thumb drive from John, sat down and plugged it into one of the vacant ports. Typing very quickly on his remote keyboard a window popped up on the center screen, followed by a whole series of windows that filled the left and right displays, causing a cascading effect. Then a small DOS looking window appeared on top of the others on the center display which Mark seemed to be typing into. “Yeah, I’m afraid this file is encrypted and I don’t have the software to open it. Sorry John.” John frowned. “Can you get the software?” “Yeah, I could but you really want someone with more experience than me with this sort of thing.” John saw a bunch of computer books on programming and other topics he didn’t quite understand, and then he got an idea and asked, “Mark, how well do you understand all this computer programming and hacking stuff?” “Hey, Johnny I am just getting my feet wet. I know a little. I read up on this stuff when I can, it’s just a hobby. I am more of an accountant.” “Hmm…I see you have a lot of books on the subject. Have you read them all?” “I have read a few chapters in each, but that all; most of that stuff is way beyond me.” “Are you sure? You are a pretty bright guy, Mark. Tell you what,” John reached into his wallet and pulled out a plastic card and handed it to Mark. “I want you to buy the right encryption software and as much hardware as you need. Go wild. Have it delivered to my place. I will give you a room to work in. Get whatever you need; I don’t trust this data with anyone else but you. Make a copy for yourself and give me the thumb drive back.” Mark did what John asked making a copy of the file for himself and handed John the jump drive, just as Cindy came bouncing into the room. She looked great, rested and full of life. “Hey Cindy,” John said as she ran up to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Looks like living with Mark agrees with you.” Cindy beamed and agreed as she hugged Mark and gave him a big kiss on the lips. John took that moment to increase Mark’s curiosity of computing and his comprehension of all the material he’d read. In a sense, giving him the hunger to learn much more much faster and apply it so that John could unlock the file before bringing in experts. ~~~ Several days past and Mark was setting up the new computer at John’s home. The space John had given Mark was huge. The desk and credenza that John had bought was perfect for the layout. He was almost ready to crack open the file when John’s phone rang and he saw it was Candace calling and pick up the call. “Hey beautiful, what’s up,” he sang, obvious in a good mood. “John…” She said and paused. Her voice was different, John knew something was wrong. Then he realized what it was. “April! Candace what is wrong with April?” “You better come here,” she said. (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 20 Quick Recap: Nineteen year old John Smith receives a gift from the late father that he hardly knew only to learn it is the great Ring of Power, which endows the wearer with godlike powers and is powered by sexual energy which the ring collects. In order to grow in strength and power the wear must convert others to act as agents who feed on the sexual energy of others and each other once harvested that energy is then transferred to the wearer increasing his power. Ultimately John must become the Master of the Ring of Power and learn to manage his agents and his power by balancing and selfishness with good deals or face the same fate as his father, whose consciousness is imprisoned within the limbo of ring. John is able to communicate telepathically with his father who asks as a mentor but is not always truthful as he has his own agenda, escape. John meets Elizabeth an old and dying former agent until she is reconnected to the ring rejuvenating her and she helps him to build a network of agents making him even more powerful. In the beginning John has trouble letting go of his old life and adjusting to life as the Master of the Ring of Power, where every woman he meets is a potential sexual partner. He feels guilty about his relationship with his mother, girlfriend April and her mother Candice. He meets his step-mother and step sisters who at attempt and fail to kill him. He learns there are four other rings and The Ring of Justice, The Ring of Vengeance, The Ring of Truth & The Ring of Peace and a combination of or all four may be strong enough to overpower the greatest ring which he has learned to master. He suspects that he is being watched and his family and organization may be in danger. ~~~ On the drive home Heather was freaking out. When she tried to use her powers again, nothing happened. She vaguely remembered her step brother John saying something to the affect that her power would manifest itself only if she was in a threatening situation. She didn't quite remember all the details because at the time she wasn't really talking to him or listening for that matter. Arriving home she went straight to her room, still shaken by what has occurred and needing to time to think, figure out just what had happened and what the consequences might be. She had to laugh, she never considered consequences before, she had always been very selfish and self centered. She needed to discuss this. Pulling out her phone she thumbed her brother's number. It immediately went to voice mail. She left a message, it wasn't urgent, but it was serious and he would know how to advise her. The house was quiet, but she suspected that her sisters were home. She went first to Isabel's room, there were soft voices come from behind the closed door. She opened it without first knocking and saw Ana their maid, naked with Isabel in her bed. Although Ana was a little over weight from her angle Heather thought she was beautiful. Her brown skin glowed with a light sheen of perpetration and her large natural breasts laid back on her chest her nipples hard and areolas crinkled. Isabel was strumming her pussy lips like a guitar with her tongue making the maid tremble and shake. They stopped and looked up at Heather as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. "Sorry to bother you two, but I need to talk its important." Isabel replied. "It's okay." She said something to Ana in Spanish that Heather didn't understand and Ana moved to get out of the bed, but not before kissing Isabel goodbye. As Ana stood Heather couldn't help but appraise the woman. Her large breast jiggled delightfully as they settled high on her chest. Heather's eyes traced the contours of the woman's body, past curvy abdomen to the dark bush that ended just above her sex, her pussy lips were wet and the hair matted. She seemed to take her time letting the sister admire her naked body. Gathering her clothes, she went into the bathroom to dress. Heather said, "Still fucking the help?" Smiling as she watched he sister crawl up onto her bed. "Absolutely," Isabel said with a smile, "are you still fucking the pool man?" "Touché," Heather said still not understanding how they all got started down that path, but Isabel seemed to be enjoying herself, so who was she to judge. Isabel sat on the bed a serious look breaking out on her face as she reclined on the pillows, not bothering to cover her naked body. "When did you learn to speak Spanish," Heather asked. Isabel shrugged not answering her sister waiting to hear what was so important. "Do you remember when John took our powers away?" Heather asked trying hard not to stare at her sisters open pussy or lovely tits. "Of course I do. What about it?" Isabel answered shaking her tits unnecessarily as she spoke and watching her sister's expression for any interest. "Well, mine returned for a short while and I was able to save myself from a beating," Heather informed her sister. "What?" Isabel asked, leaving Heather without knowing if she were surprised by the news of the possible beating or that she temporarily had her powers back. So Heather continued and told the story to her sister. When she finished Isabel asked. "And you tried to move something again afterwards and failed." Heather nodded and said, "Yeah and the feeling was gone." She looked up to see her sister's excitement. "What do you think it means?" "It means that our brother was true to his word. We will be able to protect ourselves if we are threatened." Heather looked at her sister, "Did he really say that?" "Well, you probably don't remember, I think you were a bimbo then. You remember that don't you?" "Thanks," Heather said. "How could I forget? Speaking of bimbos, are you planning on putting some clothes on anytime soon?" "Why? Is my naked body turning you on, sis?" Isabel said as she lifted one tit to her mouth and sucked on her nipple while she brought her finger to her moist pussy. "Interested?" Heather was torn, she wanted answers and was concerned about a confrontation at the next swim team practice, but her sister's pussy was looking very inviting. "Okay, but only for a minute," Heather said as she peeled her dress up and over her head, tossing it behind her. ~~~ "Thanks for seeing me." She said. "Nonsense," Elizabeth said. You're family. Now what's so important that you needed to come all the way out here?" "Well," Denise said after Elizabeth ushered her into her home and they both sat down on the leather couch. "I will get right to the point," Denise said. "As you know, I am a shapeshifter and male, but John has denied me the ability to shift back into my male persona. And to be perfectly blunt, it has been messing with my head and I am constantly horny." She went on to explain in detail what she'd been going through, especially her physical craving for cock and mental repulsion of the same. She further explained what she's tried and how well that has worked. Elizabeth was very empathetic and asked her a few questions before offering some solutions of her own. She knew that John had made Denise crave cock and be constantly horny as part of her punishment in the early days, before proving herself. "First of all, I am here to help you. If you like I can see what I can do to help relieve a little of the pressure and I am sure that anyone of us would be happy to assist, just let us know. It's been over a year now, Denise, you've proven your loyalty and we think of you as family." "Thank you," Denise replied, surprised somewhat by Elizabeth's answer. "Secondly, have you asked John to allow you to become a male once again? A lot of time has passed and you've been a valuable asset. I think his answer might surprise you." She scooted closer to her and took both her hand and placed on each side of Denise's face puller her into a hot steamy kiss that lasted almost a minute. "Now why don't you join me in my bedroom so that we can give you a little relief?" Elizabeth rose and pulled the smaller woman behind her and into her bedroom. ~~~ John rang the door bell and waited. Candace opened the door and he stepped in. "What's this about?" John asked, unable to read Candace's face for perhaps the first time. "Come with me," she said and led him into the living room. There sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs sat a young woman with very short black hair. It looked like a woman, but she wore blue jeans and a tee shirt, but didn't look feminine at all. As John got closer, he realized it was none other than his girlfriend. "April," he asked not believing his eyes. Gone were her beautiful long blonde locks, her womanly curves hidden by her large baggy male clothing. She was void of any makeup and had several piercings that he could see, one on her eyebrow another on her nose and two in her bottom lip. If he'd seen her on the street he'd not have recognized her. "Hello John." ~~~ It was kind of strange at first, but she warmed up to it very quickly and was having the time of her life. It was as if her life had new meaning. Erica Green was enjoying the company of men for the first time in a very long time. Furthermore, she was fucking as many as she could discreetly get away with, without being too obvious. She hadn't given up on women, but she discovered that she did like men. And she was smoking hot, turning the heads of both men and women where ever she went. She reconnected with old acquaintances from high school and they began to visit and meet for drinks regularly. Many of these old friends had either recently married or divorced and more than you'd think were into enhancing their sex lives. It often began with innocent flirting at a weekend party at the home of a friend of a friend. After a little too much liquor and grass, the flirting would evolving into a little kissing and before you knew it there would be hot petting and one of the bedrooms would be used for a quickie. Sometimes it would be with more than one person and that made it more fun. If the kids were put down early than sometimes an orgy would break out. If not than the small group would break off and resume their fun at the home or apartment of someone more incline to participate in adult activities. Erica didn't like to completely take over a party. She was sneaky, planting ideas in the minds of all the guest and host one by one as she made her rounds. Simple things, like encouraging the men to undress the women with their minds. Or pushing thoughts into the women's mind as to image the size of the men or wondering what it would be like to be with a woman. This usually led to clothing being loosened and unnecessary touching and the consumption of more 'spirits' and "herb". Once that was done, it was an easy to push a couple into openly groping and feeling up each other. As others watched they too would follow suit and before they could object, clothes would be removed and the petting would become sucking and the sucking would become fucking. Erica would strut around these parties naked her labia diamond piercing glowing brightly between her dark long legs as it absorbed all the sexual energy around. Erica was often pulled into joining one couple after another, some of the women were surprised to find themselves attracted to one another and acting out those new feelings. Nothing seemed to be off limits and some of these parties became wilder than even Erica could have imaged. One party in particular she remembered as the best. It was an end of summer barbeque that began sometime after 2PM and the food was great and the music better. The guest list was mostly African American, with a nice representation of Latinos, Asians and whites. Everyone was having a good time, the host and hostess had a large property with a big yard and spacious home. Those with kids seemed to have all left just before sunset, dragging the tired kids from the pool and saying their goodbyes. The alcohol was plentiful and the "weed" superior and in the warm night it didn't take long for the combination to loosen everyone up. It began around the pool and quickly took over the party. Everyone was involved with at least one or two other people fucking or sucking. Yes, Erica did really love life these days. ~~~ John stared back at the woman not sure just what to say. So he decided to take it one step at a time, he would get to the bottom of this. "Hey April, I almost didn't recognize you. That's quite a new look for you. Tell me about it." "Thank you, John, for not being too upset. I know that it is sudden, but I needed a new look, you see. As I was telling Candace, I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am gay." John paused and looked at Candace and sent her a telepathic message. "When did she start calling you Candace?" Candace shrugged. She was so relieved that John was here, he'd get to the bottom of this and she'd get her baby back. "That's seems a little sudden, Apes. When did you realize that you were a lesbian? Did you meet someone new?" "I have always been gay John, and yes I did meet someone new. You'll meet her too, she's your attorney. I didn't mean for it to happen it just did. I love her and I love the new me. We've known each other since we were children, John, thank you for being so understanding. It is so hard for us to come out of the closet, thanks for not making this harder than it is." April said all of this almost mechanically. Of course John wasn't buying any of this. She was obviously brain washed, but the question was why and how. "Excuse me April, I need to talk with Candace for a minute." April smiles and gave him an approving look. John walked over to Candace and took her by the arm out into the foyer to talk. Candace was a wreck she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So she did both. First at the ridicules story that April told and secondly that someone would be so cruel as to do that to her baby girl. John assured her that he could fix it all, but they needed to find out why this was done and how, they already had a suspect. John told Candace that he would begin to probe her mind a bit to determine when things began to change and then he may be better able to determine a course of action. Candace was feeling better already; she knew the resources that John had at his disposal. He would fix things, if he couldn't than no one could. "Why don't you go back and see if you can find out what her plans are. I may have to intercede quickly. John took that moment to call Denise's phone, she answered on the second ring, "Yes, sir." "Denise, I asked you to do a little shadowing on April a few days ago, what did you find out?" Denise told him about the law firm and that April had spent the night at a hotel downtown and later spent the night at the home of Dinah Cohen, partner at Basil, Cohen & Brown. She has been out of the closet for a number of years. She told John that anticipating that he might ask she looked into their client list. Then what she told John made him almost choke. "One of their biggest clients is Jones and Jones." John repeated as if he couldn't believe his ears. There was a long pause, John almost questioned Denise as if she could be mistaken, but he knew she wasn't. Denise's information was always very reliable. "Thank you, Denise; I may have something for you later, are you busy?" "No, boss, I am at your beck and call." Elizabeth nudged Denise in her side and she asked, "Boss, do you have a minute or two for me, I need to ask you something." "I may be a few more hours here; we can grab a cup of coffee at 'A Cup of Joe' around one if that will work for you?" Denise was all smiles and it came through her normal melancholy voice. "Yeah that would be great." Elizabeth pulled the young woman back down and took the phone from her hand and set it on the night table, "See I told you he'd be receptive. There now let get back to seeing what I can do to relieve your stress," Elizabeth said as she maneuver Denise's pussy back over her waiting mouth and moved her tongue about playfully as she tried to find her place. Denise attempted to reciprocate but was too overwhelmed by Elizabeth's skills to do much more than moan while occasionally taking a swipe at the pussy in front of her. ~~~ Dinah Cohen was in her office working on a case when she felt the familiar itch interrupt her thoughts. She tried to ignore it, and was successful for about ten minutes then it returned stronger than before. "Damn," she thought. "This was beginning to become annoying." She looked at the time and saw that it was as she thought, almost 3 pm. She was just making headway but now she had to stop. She pinged her secretary via instant massager and got an immediate response. The tall woman walked into the office, closed and locked the door behind her. She picked a pillow up from off the sofa and placed it on the floor next to where Dinah sat in her "Seven Seas Round Top Armchair". Dinah backed out from her desk and unbuttoned her skirt revealing the absence of undergarments, except for the garter and stockings. As if she'd done this a hundred times, she knelt down as Dinah scooted forward and she began to lick her boss' naked pussy. Like a small cock her clitoris began to grow and she was already juicing. Her secretary was prepared and without missing a lick opened the bottom desk drawer, removed a small towel and handed it to Dinah. Within about ten minutes, Dinah screamed as loud as the towel in her mouth would allow as she released the built up tension, her secretary sucking and lapping quickly to stay ahead of the flow of her juices. "Thank you," Dinah said as she stood and strolled to her private bathroom, checking her makeup and freshening up. "I don't think I could have waited another minute." Wiping her mouth and standing the secretary said, "I my pleasure. Will you need me at home this evening or will April be there to tend to your needs." "Hmm...I don't know, she'd supposed to be telling her mommy she's gay tonight, she may not make it home in time. You'd better be there I don't want to have to wait." Her secretary nodded and returned to her desk and the work she was doing as if she'd just finished taking dictation. While Dinah's lust had been satisfied for now she knew it would be back with a vengeance by the evening. One woman was no longer enough to keep her sedated any longer. April will be busy, but at least she would not have to keep going through these peaks and valleys. ~~~ John talked to Candace about what he had learned from Denise. He told her that it would be necessary to do a deep mind probe if he were to find out what had happened to her. "This may not be pretty you may not want to watch." He told the concerned mother. "I am not leaving, no matter how ugly things get. I am still her mother and she'd my baby girl." Candace insisted. When the two returned to the living room where April sat quietly waiting for them, she said. "Well, that's about all I have to say on the subject. I am going to collect a few things from my room and get going. Candace, we'll be in touch of course. John are we still on for Friday at noon?" Candace was the first to speak, "Honey, where are you going? Where will you stay?" "Why mother, I am moving in with my lover, of course." "Who is this woman? You said it was John's attorney." Her mother pleaded as if she'd never have another chance to talk with her daughter again. "Her name is Dinah Cohen and she is a named partner at Basil, Cohen & Brown, they specialized in not for profit law and I met her when I was working on one of John's projects. So in a way John you are responsible for bringing us together. Thank you." That was like a knife in John's heart. "It's late and I have to be going." She stood up and was about to walk to the door and exit. A Gift From His Father Ch. 20 But John froze her in place. She looked concerned when she tried to move but couldn't. "Sit," John said as he began to probe her mind. "Tell me when you decided to move in together." Unable to resist, she sat back on the couch and began to tell both John and Candace about the wild lesbian orgy they had a few days ago and how she realized that she could never be happy without having as many partners as possible and that moving in with Dinah was the perfect beginning to that lifestyle she's always craved. "Before that, tell me when you and Dinah had sex for the first time." John commanded. He had her verbalize these thoughts for Candace's benefit. She too needed to know what they were dealing with. "It was after lunch and Dinah had suggested that I try a new ice tea drink instead of my usual. She ordered a Long Island Ice Tea extra long." April went on to describe how she hadn't known about the alcohol in the drink until she'd had four glasses. Candace gasped knowing that Long Island Ice Tea extra long had 23% more alcohol than normal alcohol drinks. "That bitch got my baby drunk," she thought to herself as she began to plan her vengeance. "When did you first feel attracted to Dinah?" John asked. April realized that it was after finishing her last drink when she returned from the restroom. She remembered her drink tasting funny. "John," Candace interrupted. John sent Candace a telepathic message telling her he knows that April was drugged and she needed to remain quiet and calm. "I want to thank you for being so honest with me. I would like to talk to the old April for a few minutes, okay." "No, she can't come out and play anymore, Dinah said no." "It's okay," John said. "I won't tell Dinah, it will be our secret." "Okay, if you promise not to tell." April closed her eyes and then opened them her entire body language changed and her face softened. "Hey you," she said. "Hey you yourself," John replied. Then April became frightened. "John, you have to help me. I can't control myself, I am not gay. Well, I wasn't. I mean. I have piercings and a tattoo. Why would I do that? I hate that stuff. I drink. I drink a lot. And John, I love pussy, can't get enough. What's up with that? The more the better and the variety, John I have been with so many different women." She was beginning to freak out. John calmed her down and the new April returned. "She's just a little girl, I am a woman and I know what I like." Candace was squirming in her seat. John shot her a look and she calmed herself, once more. "April why don't you show us your new piercing and tattoo," John said. April calmly stood and slipped out of her tee shirt and jeans and stood naked in front of her mother and boyfriend. Her nipples were pierced with gold bars, her navel seemed to have been replaced with a skull and cross bones and she had three gold rings piercing her labia. When she turned around the written in bold letters just above her cute butt, was the inscription, "This ass belongs to Dinah!" Before she was done she pulled some jewelry from her jeans pocket and installed a steel tongue piercing and small gold hoop in the corner of her mouth. ~~~ With the new computer and software Mark had no problem cracking the file. He didn't really understand what he was reading, but it appeared to be a formula of some sort. Scratching his head he wished that he'd been a better science student. He thought it was time to call John. ~~~ Candace covered her mouth as she looked at her daughter's naked body. She half begin to believe in karma since this is similar to what she had done to Rachel, only Rachel deserved it. John's reaction was different and not at all what she expected. Candace could see that he was angry and that was bad. The last thing you should do is piss off the Master of the Ring of Power. Despite the fact these alterations were temporary since John could fix it all with a blink of the eye. Candace couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited the perpetrators. On some level she wanted to be there to see what John would do and on the other, she didn't want to witness John losing his temper. He told April to dress, as she did he told Candace that he would deal with the person responsible this evening and one way or another April would be home tonight and back to her old self. ~~~ As John drove to his meeting with Denise at the coffee shop his thought were about what to do about April once he restored her back to her old self. Thinking he could use a sounding board, he mentally asked. "So Dad what do you think? You've been pretty quite these last few days." "Sorry Johnny, I didn't want to interrupt your thinking, you've got a lot on your mind. Always remember, if you are going to take revenge on someone, consider this, would it be thought to be a good deed? If not, then you may through off your equilibrium. There must be balance, or do I need to reserve you a place next to me? I was also wondering how big of a cage are you going to need to keep April in afterwards." They talked about many of the same things John had discussed with his mother, now he had his father's perspective. They finished their conversation just as they arrived at the coffee shop. What John didn't know was that if he dealt too severely with the person who harmed April it may give Dr. Smith the chance he's been waiting for. Before getting out of the car, John checked his watch and thought that is timing would be good so he thumbed his cell phone and heard Chance's deep baritone on the other end. "Hey boss, what can I do for you?" "Chance, do you remember the list I had you compile, I need it now, the names and cell numbers." Chance could hear something funny in John's voice, he said. "I am sending it now." A few moments passed and John heard his phone chime alerting him to an incoming email, opening the list he replied, "Got it, thanks." "Boss, is there something I can help you with?" Chance knew what the list consisted of and why John had him compile it. If he needed it now that meant that something bad was going down and Chance needed to be available should he be needed. "I'll let you know, I should be able to handle this myself. I appreciate your concern." "Hey this is a sweet gig, I don't want to have to break in a new boss, that's all," He joked as he severed the connection. It was a wonder that he was able to concentrate on his conversation, as the mother of his starting point guard was worshiping his huge cock and trying to take as much of it into her tiny mouth. John looked over the list and agreed that it would do. Palming his phone he climbed out of his car and strolled into the coffee shop and towards the shy looking petite black woman sitting in the booth in the back. "Hey Denise," John said as he slid into the booth across from the woman. Their waitress joined him as soon as he settled himself. John ordered a small salad and a sparkling water, Denise ordered the chili. "I really appreciate the very fine work you've been doing," John said. "What did you want to talk about?" John knew that Denise was a bit leery of him, and who could blame her. So, he tried to put her at ease. Denise brightened. "Thank you." She hesitated, swallowed and moved forward. "Sir, I was hoping that I could once again become myself, my old self, male, Dennis." "Aren't you happy being Denise?" "No, Sir. I miss my cock." Denise said more bluntly than she intended. "I could fix that," John said. "I'm sure that you could, sir. I am certain that you could fix my being male and my repulsion of be being fucked and the urge to be fucked. But, wouldn't it be simpler to let me return to being Dennis?" Denise was almost pleading now. The waitress returned with their order and asked if there was anything else, looking at John batting her eyelashes, shamelessly flirting. John smiled and said no, she turned to the petite demure black woman as if to appraise her and tried to figure what she had to offer, before walking away. "Well, that would be simpler," John admitted. "Okay." Denise looked at John as if there would be more discussion and blinked as she replayed John's last comments. "Did you say okay?" "Yes," John said smiling as he chewed his salad watching the smile fill the young woman's face. He swallowed and said, "I supposed that you suffered long enough. It's done. Is there anything else?" Denise felt like her old self and realized that she could change right then and was about to before John said, "Why don't you go to the ladies room and change. By the way, you'll also be able to increase or decrease your cock size. Call it a bonus; we'll talk more when you return." Denise almost jumped out of her chair and had to resist the urge to run to the restroom. She entered the unisex lavatory closing and locking the door. Standing in front of the sink, and looking into the mirror she closed her eyes and thought of her old self, Dennis male, Chinese-American and she opened her eyes. Staring back at him was the face of a twentysomething Asian male. He smiled. He was back. He opened his pants and hanging between his legs was a familiar sight. He concentrated and watched it grow; still flaccid it quickly doubled in size, and then tripled. He smiled. There will be plenty of time to experiment later. But first he stood over the bowl and eliminated the urine from his bladder standing up holding his cock. He playfully splashed the water, when done he packed it back into his panties, then altered his clothes to simply blue jeans and tee shirt and washed his large male hands smiling and went back to the table. John watched him approach and smiled as he sat and silently thanked John. He was hungry so he began to eat his chili. Smiling John said as he took out his wallet and slid a gold plastic card towards the Asian male, "You'll need some new clothes and other stuff, please pack up the old clothes and take them to the shelter, I am sure they will find someone who can use them there." "Thank you, sir," Dennis said. "Dennis, you earned it. And unless you've something pressing I'll need you a few more hours today, then I have another assignment for you." "I am all yours, sir. But before we go, do you mind if I have another bowl of chili?" ~~~ In the park isolated from all the other people sat a thin dish water blonde with thick black framed glasses, a bad case of acne and never-ending split ends. She was devouring the latest novel of her favorite author oblivious to the world around her. She didn't have many friends, and was very unpopular at school, mostly because of her appearance and later due to her attitude; she no longer cared and preferred to be alone. At least that is what she'd tell you. As a result she had a voracious appetite for knowledge and easily read two books a day. However, despite being brilliant, she performed below average in school to be less conspicuous and as invisible as possible, which tended to reduce the torture she'd receive from the other kids. She was deeply into Danielle Steel novel "A Perfect Life" when a small black woman approached her asked. "Is it as good as her last?" Startled, she almost dropped the hard cover novel and asked, "I beg your pardon." "The book you're reading. Is it as good as her last one? I love Danielle Steel." The petite black woman announced. "It is good, I've only just begun ...can I help you?" She asked wondering what the woman wanted. "Well, actually it is I or should I say we who can help you." She said as she gently threw her head to the side where John sat on a park bench looking at the two women. "Ahh, no I don't think so," she said as she discretely reached into her purse for her pepper spray and whistle. "You won't need your pepper spray;" the petite woman said. "What would you say if we could make your acne go away and you wouldn't have to hide how intelligent you are any more." The young woman stopped reaching into her purse and looked at Denise as if she had looked into her very soul. Standing before John and Denise the eighteen year old woman, a senior in her last year of high school looked at the two wondering just what she'd gotten herself into. "How do you know all those things about me," she asked. John said. "We know a lot more. You are lonely and puberty came and went and you are still waiting for your breasts to develop. You've never been kissed except by your mother, father and grandparents. And you long to have the life that you read about in your novels." He paused. "Look, I don't have a lot of time, but I can tell you that I can help and I ask nothing in return. Well, to be perfectly honest, I need to do several good deeds and you are number one on my list. Do you want my help?" "What will you do?" "Well, for starters, eliminate your acne." She felt her face warm and then cool. Surprised she pressed her hands to her face and felt only smooth skin. Denise handed her a mirror and she saw her face but gone were the ugly pimples and scars that had haunted her the last four years. "Oh my God, am I dreaming?" The young girl was becoming very excited as she now believed John could do what he said he could. "What else can you do? Can you give me larger breasts?" "Of course," John said as he looked at the young woman's flat chest. He guessed she was an "A" cup, but nothing seemed to indicate that she had any breast to speak of so he guessed that she should be happy with "C" cups and began to grow the stunted mammary glands and with skillful precision. John slowly grew the young woman's breast to what he guessed was about a C cup. Being thorough he carved simple classic nipples that if he'd more time would have enjoyed sampling. He strengthened her back muscle to accommodate for the increased weight. Her blouse was now very tight and her nipples were pushing through the material. For the first time the girl felt like a woman. She palmed her new breast through her blouse. She almost swooned as she began to experience feelings she couldn't describe and felt a growing moistness between her legs. Her nipples hardened further and could easily be seen through her tight fitting blouse as she pinched one than the other enjoying the new urges and feelings. She put one hand under her blouse and marveled at the sensations of the large tit. smiled and looked at John who decided that they were done, but before leaving he corrected her vision to 20-20, increased the young woman's confidence and fixed her hair changing it to a rich blonde and giving it a new healthy texture. As they left John suggested that she may want to go to a more private place to examine her new assets. She blushed as she realized what she was doing in public. Her eyesight blurred and she pulled off her glasses and realizing she could see perfectly without them. Before she could thank them, they were gone. As they walked back to John's car, Denise morphed back into Dennis and smiled. "That was fun. What's next?" John and Dennis visited with three more teenagers, all had bad acne which John cleared immediately, one was a bed wetter, and two of the males were very short and small for their age. John would fix over increase their size over the next two weeks, adding muscle, weight and height; it had to be gradual so as not to raise suspicions. The last on his list was a girl who was to put it mildly was slow. John increased her curiosity, her retention and made it simpler for her to figure out problems. And gave her the ability to understand computer code like the normal person reads printed text. For his part, Dennis helped out considerable, acting as he did with the first girl making the introduction go smoothly. At times changing his appearance to match the person they wanted to help. "Thanks, Dennis. You've been a big help. One last thing, if you would meet with Elizabeth, we are trying to figure out how she can become invisible and still be clothed. Since you are able to shape-shift altering your attire, I think you may be able to help with this too." Dennis beamed, "I'd be glad to. But, call me if you need me. If you don't mind me saying, you appear to be on a mission of some sort." "You're very perceptive, Dennis. I will." ~~~ "Building up a little insurance?" John heard his father's voice in his mind as he drove to the address where he would get to the bottom this issue with April's transformation. "Yeah, just like you suggested." John said. "Planning on doing some real damage, huh? I understand. Been there done that, smart move. You should have plenty of credit to maintain a good balance, Johnny." "Thanks," dad, John said as he sorted through the next steps as he drove. "I can see that you've a few more things to iron out, so I will leave you alone." Dr. Smith said from deep within the Ring of Power where he continued as its prisoner for the time being. ~~~ John touched the speaker button on his steering wheel as the radio shut off and his Bluetooth enabled speaker phone picked up the incoming call. "This is John," he stated as he cornered his sports car unto the transition road from I-85 to the 101 northbound. "John, this is Mark. You aren't going to believe what is on that file. It's a formula for some kind of drug." "Mark, not over the cell phone let me call you in a few." John said and terminated the call immediately. Once John got off the freeway he made it to a local business and asked to use their phone. Although the woman wanted to say no, she couldn't refuse. "Hey Mark. Tell me more." Mark went into great detail about after the program decrypted the data. After reading the formula he got curious and did some research online. And that he believes that the chemicals used in the formula to have some sort of mind altering affect on the users. But of course he was just guessing, since he wasn't familiar with medicines at all until he started to research. It was weird, he said. The more he read the more he seemed to understand. John realized that it was a happy a side effect of the changes he made to his friends mind. When he asked John where he'd gotten this data, John told him that it was best that he didn't know and Mark agreed. Climbing back into his car, John began to put together what he knew. His attorney, Dinah Cohen had drugged April and made her believe that she was and always had been a butch lesbian. As far as he knew the drug was made by Jones & Jones Company a household name and maker of hundreds of consumer products and was one of Basil, Cohen & Brown's largest accounts. He suspected that Jones & Jones Company might be the corporate front of the entity that has the remaining four rings. But what John didn't know for sure was if it was a coincident that Dinah Cohen chose April or was it part of some larger plan. One way or another, he was getting to the bottom of this. John realized that he must cautious and it may be some kind of a trap. He remembered all too keenly the traps he'd walked into with his stepmother and Chance. He wouldn't fall for another so soon. He pulled up to the address that Denise now Dennis had given him and found several cars parked in the circular drive way. It was around 8PM and it looked as if Dinah was entertaining. To be on the safe side, John dialed Elizabeth. She answered on the first ring. "Hey John, what's up?" "Look, I want you to track my location and if you don't hear from me in 90 minutes you, Chance and Dennis get here pronto. I may be in need of your help." Before Elizabeth could answer or ask any questions, the line was severed. She looked at Dennis and he could tell that something was wrong. "Was that John?" He asked as he was pulling off his shirt revealing a chiseled chest and impressive abs. "Yes," she said as she looked at her phone and used her caller location app to get the exact address of where John had called from. "He may need our help. The clock is ticking, he has 90 minutes to get back to me or we become the Cavalry." A Gift From His Father Ch. 20 He walked up to Elizabeth and puller her close, "Ninety minutes is plenty of time," he said as he pulled her silk robe back revealing her magnificent breasts. He lowered his head as she reached up for his mouth with her own and they kissed, for the first time as a man and a woman. Breaking the kiss, she sighed, "I think I am going to like this new person you've become, Dennis." Dennis smiled, stepped back and dropped his pants. They fell to the floor pooled around his ankles as Elizabeth admired the huge erect cock pointing up from his groin. Elizabeth joked, "Wow, impressive, but it's been over a year, do you think you still know how to drive that thing." Dennis laughed and said, "You're right, let's find out." And he pushed Elizabeth down on the bed and climbed on top. She realized that it was a virgin cock and that she'd be the first one to suck on it, but Dennis had other ideas and guided it to her wet warm hole. She helped and placed it at her opening, as Dennis pushed in just a bit splitting her lips open to receive him. He savored the moment that he thought would never come again. Then slowly pushed in an inch at a time, driving him mad with the passion he once enjoyed so regularly. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to have his cock surrounded by a warm, tight, wet pussy. When he bottomed out, he just stayed there for what seemed like minutes, but was only a moment. For Elizabeth, she was totally stuffed as only two other men had filled her so completely. "Hmmm...lover, the boss must have really been pleased with your work." She cooed. "Are you ready to see what this baby can do?" Dennis grunted and he began to slow withdraw until he was almost completely out, then slowly he pushed forward, slightly faster until his balls bounced off Elizabeth's pubic bone. He repeated this action, slowly. He was perspiring, like a Tai Chi Master going through his exercise routines. He fought the urge to accelerate until he thought he'd go mad and then began to piston in and out like a machine. Before too long Elizabeth was screaming as he first orgasm took her by surprise and she locked her legs around Dennis' back. But he continued, unwilling to release the pent up ecstasy he so long for. Again, Elizabeth cried out as she came again, just as her first orgasm had subsided. Dennis used that moment to shift positions without missing a stroke he swung her around from missionary to doggie style on her on her hands and knees and holding her by her hips continued to pound her as he watched her marvelous breasts sway back and forth. She couldn't believe it a third orgasm gripped her and she squeezed her pussy tightly, thinking this man would surely kill her if he didn't come soon. And that was enough. Dennis bucked several more times as he grunted and yelled out announcing the first time he came as a man in over a year, spraying his seed into Elizabeth's womb. She fell forward and he on top of her. In a move befitting a gymnast Elizabeth with her last ounce of strength twirled around without letting go so that they were once again facing one another and panting. ~~~ He got out of his car while taking a quick look around, there was no one on the street, and the residential neighborhood was quiet. There weren't any cars parked on the street, accept his. The street was well lit, and the lights from the adjacent home gave you a warm feeling of families gathered over a meal or unwinding in front of the television. As John got to the door, he touched the knob and waited a second as the dead bolts and the alarm disengaged at his command. Just before John entered the home he activated what he thought of as a force field around his body. It was more like a personal shield; it completely surrounded him reinforced with the strongest points forward and aft. It looked like a gold aura, but swelled out from his body several inches. It was completely invisible until something touched it. He walked into the foyer and he heard loud rock playing in another room. The house was huge and he could see it was well decorated. A huge twin staircase leading to the second story greeted you as you entered and the vaulted ceilings looked as if they would never end, recessed lighting dimly illuminated the room. Following the music, John found himself in the great room there were several naked women were lounging and engaged in sexual acts using dildos and other toys, there were no men that John could see. A blonde and a red head were at his feet involved in a sixty nine, John had to step over. He was surprised by the number of women present as it didn't match the number of cars outside. At his monitors, his father confirmed there were no men in the house, but for reasons he couldn't explain he was unable to tell his son how many women were present. John proceeded cautiously through the house seemingly unnoticed. But he knew better. As John continued to warily walk through the dimly lit house the music grew louder and he heard the moans of women satisfying their sexual needs. His ring absorbed the energy and he felt new strength surge through is being. Turning the corner and saw April naked and wearing a strap on while another woman was attempting to take the huge black dildo down her throat. He wanted to rush over to her and take her away, but he knew that she was in the role that was created for her and wouldn't come willingly, not yet. As he moved closer he felt a ripple of energy careen off his shield. He looked in the direction of the energy just in time to see a large naked woman running and leaping towards him like a linebacker about to tackle a quarterback. Instead of tackling John she hit his forward shield and bounced off, falling at his feet unconscious and bleeding from her face. Before John could react he felt his rear shield absorb energy and turning he saw another large woman leaping towards him, this time John pivoted and the woman missed rolled and quickly got to her feet and using a roundhouse kick which shattered her ankle as it landed against his shielding. She screamed in pain grabbing her injured foot and rolling on the floor. Slowly emerging out of the shadows two woman advanced. Both were dressed in long gowns split in the front and did nothing to hide their assets, they were almost transparent. One was black the other was a green of some shade it was hard to tell in the dim light. "It seems that you aren't without some skills. Who are you and what do you want? This party isn't open to men for any reason." John turned to face them. "I am looking for Dinah Cohen." He said as he looked them over. A few of the other women were now beginning to pay attention. Dinah raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged it off; of course he'd be looking for the owner of the house. The second tackler was still reeling on the floor whimpering in pain, as Dinah directed one of the women to attend to her. "And what do you want with Mistress Dinah?" John tried to hide his anger, "You have something that belongs to me." Dinah looked around the room; the women quickly lost interest in the conversation and returned to pleasuring each other. "I have many playmates; you'll have to be more specific." Already knowing the answer, John asked. "So you are Dinah Cohen?" "I am Mistress Dinah. And just who are you? Not that it really matters, but I like to know who it is that I am about to destroy." Without knowing it John flexed his muscles, tightening his pectorals, shoulders and arm muscles readying himself for the fight that was about to come. John extended his arm towards Dinah's neck hand open as if he wanted to strangle the woman. Her eyes grew as large as saucers as she was pulled closer and then lifted off her feet suspended a foot off the floor, her feet kicking and her own hands grabbing at her neck as if to prevent the unknown force from crushing her wind pipe. Suddenly six rapid green energy pulses bounced off John's shield distracting him from the helpless woman. "Ouch," he thought, that stung." "The Ring of Vengeance," Dr. Zachary Smith warned his son from the confines of his ring prison. "You need to change your tactics; direct assault will strengthen the user." John turned to face the Master of the Ring of Vengeance, an Latin woman standing almost six feet tall, long black hair down her back, she too was naked with large breast sitting high on her chest and completely shaved. "Release her." She ordered. Her voice was strong and confident. John lowered Dinah to the floor and released her. She fell to one knee a still grasping her throat catching her breath. "Now leave before I destroy you." John thought, "Vengeance I mustn't give her a reason to be vengeful. Attacking Dinah directly increased her strength." "I will not leave until I have what I have come for." John said just as strong and confident as the woman. "No," Screamed Dinah, "He leaves alone, as he arrived." "You have taken my woman and changed her into one of your toy. I should destroy you all but I will be satisfied to take what is mine and leave you in peace." "It's working son, her power levels are dropping." Dr. Smith told his son. "It is you who has the right to be vengeful." "Who is it you seek?" Dinah asked, appearing to be reasonable. "I have many toys as you have described." John looked around to see that like the other women April was totally unaware of what was happening as she appeared to be consumed with using the large dildo on the woman who was only a few minutes ago sucking the large black plastic cock she was wearing. She had the woman bent over an overstuffed chair while she plowed into her from behind. With each thrust the woman's large hanging breast shook as she moaned and grunted as April taunted her. "You like my fat black cock stretching your little pussy, don't you bitch." "There," John pointed. "The one with the strap-on, you've changed her. She isn't like that." Gritting his teeth, John controlled his building anger. "April," Dinah asked. "I have only just acquired that one. What is she to you?" John had to be careful not to give away too much and yet be as righteous as possible. "She works for me. I have spent months training her and paying for education. She owes me many hours of labor and you have caused me to lose significant time and money on this investment. I demand satisfaction." "That did it John, I measure no power," his father reported. "Then you must be John Smith, nouveau riche. Well, you can't have her. I don't care what you've foolishly invested in her. She's mine." In that instance John turned to the Latin woman who had become relaxed, lowering her hands as the power from the ring diminished. With speed and precision, John severed the ring finger from her hand and brought the severed digit to his waiting grasp. The woman screamed at the pain looking at her missing digit surprised there was no blood. With a look, John froze Dinah in place not allowing her to do nothing more than breathe. John removed the ring from the manicured brown finger and put the powerful ring in his pocket. He froze the former owner and taking her injured hand in his replaced and healed the finger then released her. She examined her hand and realized there was no longer pain, but she had lost the ring, she looked to her mistress for help. But Dinah was unable to speak or move. She fell to her knees confused and wept. He looked around and the woman with the broken ankle was hiding behind one of the couches hoping that John wouldn't see her. He did. She was still in considerable pain, despite being able to control her suffering. John approached her. She expected him to finish her; instead he healed the ankle making it better than before and vanquishing the pain. She smiled, confused but didn't move. The very large woman that first attacked him still lay motionless in a pile on the floor, her face bloody and teeth missing. John touched her head and after a minute she began to move, opening her eyes and looking up at John her pretty face returning to normal, the blood vanished and her teeth were back. As she pulled herself up to a sitting position, her large tits falling into place on her chest, John appreciated her beauty. She was indeed pretty, just very large at least 6'5", she sat in a very unladylike way her legs spread wide revealing her shaved pussy. "Take a moment, you'll be fine," John told her. The other women didn't notice or stop what they had been doing, the lesbian orgy continued unabated. John walked back to Dinah and stopped in front of her staring into her eyes. He saw the fear there, wondering what he would do to her. Cries of passion interrupted his stare as he heard April and her partner enjoy their mutual climax. When he arrived they were both covered in sweat, April and her partner were sitting together exchanging spit and rubbing each other's breast and the black dildo now covered in female secretions, pointed away from her flushed body. "April," John said looking at her with tender eyes, "It's time to go." April's face changed from the butch façade; back to the sweet girl he'd fallen in love with. She shuddered as she realized everything that had happened over the last several days and began to weep. Dr. Smith saw that his chance had finally arrived. But John had his shields still raised. He was trapped again, unless. John reached down and grabbed April by the hand and pulled her out of the stunned woman's embrace as she stood the dildo wiggled back and forth. It vanished and John pulled April to him. Taking her face into his hand he pulled her lips to his. "Shields down," Dr. Smith said. John didn't notice it wasn't his command to lower his shields. What he did notice was a disturbance in the equilibrium between him and the ring. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. (To be Continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 21 Special thanks to SPIRIT02 for the editing! ***** Realizing his chance had finally arrived Dr. Smith had one final obstacle to overcome, John's shields were still raised, unless... Extending his hand downward and looking lovingly into her eyes John took April's hand, and pulled her to her feet. The dildo wiggled back and forth for a moment then it vanished just before John pulled her into the safety of his embrace. He pulled her close and lightly stroked her face before leaning down to kiss her lips. "Shields down," Dr. Smith said. John didn't notice it wasn't his command to lower his shields. What he did notice was a disturbance in the equilibrium between him and the ring. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. He looked at April, she was still devastated. He held her tightly and raised his force field again. Despite her conditioning, she felt safe and let him comfort her. "Dad," he called in his thoughts, "are you there? Something is wrong. It sounds like alarms are going off in my head." "Ahem, I am sorry young sport, but Dr. Smith seems to have flown the coop, as they say." "Who are you and what do you mean, 'flown the coop'?" "John Davison Rockefeller, senior, at your service. As for Dr. Smith, he simply isn't here any longer. He seems to have escaped," Rockefeller said. "Wait a minute, I thought that was impossible?" "Apparently not since your father seems to have found a way out. Those alarms you are hearing are to alert you that he is most dangerous and is your responsibility to apprehend immediately." "Okay, but can you do something about those alarms?" John said as he looked around the room, looking for possible dangers, but only seeing the women still engaged in their play, and of course Dinah Cohen frozen in place. The alarms in John's mind finally stopped. There was little time to waste. He needed to get April home safely, deal with Cohen and finally find out what had happened with his father. "Ahem... sorry sir," Mr. Rockefeller said again. "But your priorities are in need of adjustment. You must find Smith first; all the other things must take second place." "Look Rocky, I have my own crisis just now," John retorted. "Rocky? I rather like that. Certainly, call me Rocky," the 'stranger-turned-advisor within the ring's prison chirped merrily. "I'm afraid you don't understand, sir. This has never happened before and ..." Looking around in his environment, things seemed to be on fire. Fortunately, Rocky didn't have a body to burn, nor did his fellow inmates, but whatever entity that was the Ring of Power was not happy about the escape. John looked at his hand, the one that held the Ring of Power on his ring finger, it seemed to be burning. He felt no pain, but it was enough to get his attention. "Okay, Rocky. Point taken. We'll find dad first," John said as he watched his hand return to normal. "Wait a minute; you said you are John Davison Rockefeller, Sr., not "The" John Rockefeller of then Standard Oil, now Exxon Mobil?" "One and the same, I am afraid," Rocky said. "I am pleased that you know who I am." The joy in the man's voice was palpable. "I am a bit of a history buff, we'll talk about that later, but that's how you pulled it off, huh? You were then the Master of the Ring of Power." Elizabeth, Chance and Dennis arrived. "Quite a party you've got going on here, John." Elizabeth said as Chance and Dennis spread out observing the women. Seeing the woman pinned to the wall Dennis approached her looked up at Dinah Cohen and said, "You must have been a particularly bad little girl, I hope you like pain, because you've messed with the wrong guy's girl." John said, "Elizabeth, take April to her mother. Stay with her, I have an emergency to deal with here. Watch her. I'll be there as soon as I can." John lowered his shields as a blanket appeared out of nowhere. John wrapped it around April's naked body as Elizabeth accepted the shaken girl. "Don't worry, I have her." Elizabeth put her arm around the girl's shoulder and ushered her towards the front door. John sent Chance and Dennis a telepathic message, "Guys we are looking for a woman that may be possessed by another entity. I can't tell you what we are looking for exactly, but we need to gather everyone together and see what we can find out." Calling out loud he said, "Turn up the lights and turn off the music. Party's over ladies." Dennis found the light switch and turned up the lights illuminating the great room, while Chance climbed the stairs to search the upper level. He was very thorough but didn't find anyone. When Chance returned, he and Dennis noticed that the women continued undisturbed by the interruption. They seemed to act as if they were under some sort of mind control. They carried on undisturbed by the agents' presence and changes in their surroundings. ~~~ Was he free of the imprisonment of the ring? The bright flash of white light blinded him and now he didn't know where he was, but he hoped that this lack of any sensory input wouldn't last long. It was worse than the imprisonment. He had no perception of time. ~~~ John stood in front of Dinah Cohen. He looked into her mind, probing lightly at first, and then going more deeply. His father wasn't in there. Good, he thought. He was furious with the woman. He wanted to make her suffer for what she had done to April, but now wasn't the time. But she did need to be more afraid of what he would do to her however, he roughly stripped her of the translucent gown she wore and pinned her to the wall a foot off the floor, stretching her limbs so that she appeared to be a naked human "X". She panted, only just able to breathe, still completely immobilized. In her eyes he could see true fear; she was indeed helpless and completely exposed. "Enjoy this brief moment of rest, I have more important matters to attend to just now, but we will have a little quality time very soon," John said with more anger than he thought he was capable of displaying. ~~~ Suddenly, all his senses were inundated with input: the bright white light softened, the unmistakable smell of sex was present, the taste of a woman on his tongue, the sounds of women moaning in sexual delight, and then feelings of indescribable pleasure beginning at his center and spreading out throughout his entire body. He had a body! Then he screamed as the pleasure was more than he than he could bear without verbal acknowledgement. But the voice he heard coming from his mouth wasn't masculine; it was feminine and his pussy was on fire as he continue to come, screaming and gasping for air as he fell back into the pussy in front of him. ~~~ John, Dennis and Chance gently gathered all the naked women together into the same room. They all looked drugged or in some sort of trance, intent on only satisfying their own lust. Those sitting on the couch continued to play and fondle each other. The women sitting on the floor reclined and straddled each other. John didn't mind as the sexual energy they were emitting only increased his strength, though Dennis and Chance had to remain focused on their job. Being among almost twenty naked and horny women did present its challenges. Although many of them were pretty, none were exceptional; all had very nice bodies, but most just looked like your average woman next door. Then it dawned on John that maybe they were in fact neighbors. That would explain the lack of cars parked outside. John walked up to a pair squeezed into an overstuffed chair, they weren't paying any attention to anything but the pleasure they were giving and receiving. They seemed to have nothing in common; one was Asian and had her fingers in the pussy of the other who seemed to be Indian or Pakistani and was slowly fisting her partner while the other nursed on her small breasts. John read their minds and learned that they were next door neighbors and lived just across the street. Amazingly neither really liked the other and they had in the past gone out of their way to avoid each other, but now here they were engaged in the most intimate of lesbian acts. Taking a quick scan of all the others confirmed John's suspicions; most were neighbors, mothers, wives, and daughters, the youngest being in her early twenties, the oldest in her late fifties. Some sort of mass hypnotism was used on them and their families as John learned that the husbands simply let their wives and daughters join the orgy any time they were summoned. The men simply picked up the slack, filling in by cooking dinner and taking care of the family while mommy and sister fucked themselves silly until the wee hours of the morning when they would return home to their beds as if nothing unusual had happened. John was even able to see the image of the women being called just after dark; they came from their homes completely naked and in a trance walking the short distance through the neighborhood to Dinah Cohen's home. No one would see them, nor think anything odd was going on. ~~~ Dr. Smith began to regain his bearings. He was free; it had worked. His conscious mind was thrown clear of the ring's limbo prison. The transfer was exhausting and he was very tired. He seemed to be within the mind of one of the women here for the orgy. John would be compelled to come after him. He didn't have a choice in the matter. He felt what the woman felt and could see what she saw. He did seem to have some control of his host. Testing that control he had her lick her gooey fingers, not wanting to alert the woman to his presence, not yet. He needed to rest. She wouldn't easily give up control of her body. ~~~ Now that John knew what had happened, the questions just kept piling up. Could he fix it? Where was his dad's consciousness hiding? It had to be in one of the women, but which one? Dr. Smith wouldn't let on who, and risk being captured, so how will John ever find him? If he was able to escape from the prison of the ring, could he possess one of his agents, Chance or Dennis? "Boss, what do you want us to do with these women?" Dennis asked. They seem to be only interested in each other. It is as if we aren't even here. John sent both men a telepathic message telling them that they were looking for a being without a body capable of possessing anyone, including them. He gave them a nudge. That was the way Chance explained it. That nudge strengthened their minds making it impossible for anyone short of a master of a ring to break into their minds. He then shared a condensed version of what he had learned, leaving out the part about whom exactly they were hunting and where he had come from. ~~~ He woke as he felt his host moving into the great room of the small mansion. She found herself huddled among the other naked and desirable women. She had to taste each one and reached out to crawl between the legs of a very large woman she thought of as Emma. Their children played together. She never thought she'd be doing this, but it felt so right to explore Emma's large body. Dr. Smith realized that John had brought them all together so that he could find him. He knew that he needed to stay in the recesses of this woman's mind. He could wait it out. John was clever, but too gentle and not willing to do what it would take to be a truly great Master of the Ring of Power. ~~~ John's phone rang. He knew the caller from the ring-tone he had assigned to her. He answered it. "Yes Elizabeth, is everything okay?" "April is fine, but she is still under the influence of the drug to some degree," Elizabeth said. "Keep her comfortable. I may be a little longer than I thought, but will be there as soon as possible. I have to go now, but call back if you need me." John didn't wait for her to reply as he had enough on his plate. Elizabeth could handle things. ~~~ "How about it Elizabeth?" April asked as she pulled on the piercing of her left nipple while she continued to finger her pussy. Her womanly aroma wafted from her nether regions, quickly filling the car. "Don't you want to pull over and have a little taste of my pussy? I know you do, I can tell these things." April was very wet and her fingering was starting to make sloshing sounds as her hand was a blur over her cunt. "Perhaps another time," Elizabeth said as she navigated through the freeway, as she approached their exit. "First we need to get you home, your mother is worried." By now April had completely discarded the blanket John had provided and had her feet on the dashboard, reclining in the passenger seat while she continued to strum her pussy. She was beginning to moan, but was unable to get herself off only making her more desperate. "Fuck Candace! She can wait her turn. You can have all this for yourself. You know you want me," April yelled as she switched hands and offered Elizabeth her fingers that were dripping with her juices. Elizabeth was stunned by April's insistence and didn't need the distraction as a light rain began to fall. California freeways can be treacherous with only a little rain, especially after many months without any. She didn't need an accident with a naked woman in the car, not that she couldn't handle dealing with the police or other motorist. She glanced over at April and said, "April darling, you are so tired from your long evening, that you just want to lay back and quietly play with your pussy until you fall asleep, don't you?" "You know what Elizabeth, fuck you too. I am just going to lay here and play with my pussy. I don't need you." "Close enough," Elizabeth thought. They still had a fifteen minute drive before they reached her home. ~~~ Dennis and Chance looked at the women; under different circumstances both would have thoroughly enjoy these women. But they had a job to do. They scrutinized each woman, trying to find the culprit. Suddenly each one sat straight up their eye wide open sitting as if waiting for instructions. "Boss," Dennis said. "I see it. Watch them closely," John said as he went over to the wall where Dinah hung helplessly. The Hispanic woman who had been the Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance lay at her feet, still weeping at the loss of the ring. He dismissed her, she crawled several feet away and stopped, half sitting, half laying, exposing her generous ass to him. He asked Dinah, "What's going on? Your slaves seem to have become alert." She struggled a while and then he allowed her to speak. "It must be midnight. They are to be allowed to return home now," she struggled to say. "But they are simply sitting as if waiting for something," John said, as she sharply twisted her head without moving so that she could see them. "Each one must be dismissed individually. We," she looked at the former mistress on the floor, "usually caress and kiss them goodbye. I would be happy to..." John snapped her mouth shut. He wasn't in the mood for her levity. He walked back over to the women where his men waited for his instructions. Looking at the women he concentrated and put electronic tags on each one's consciousness. Two brand new iPhone 6 Plus smart phones materialized in Dennis and Chance's hands. I want you to stand at the door, kiss and caress them in a farewell gesture, and check their tracking tags before letting them go. Chance and Dennis smiled and took their positions at the door. As soon as they looked ready to receive them, the women all stood and formed a line. They were amazing to see; every shade of color, size and shape, naked and jiggling as they moved towards the two men. Dennis kissed a cute redhead that appeared to be in her forties but had a hard, killer body, which he explored until his hand reached her wet pussy and he inserted his middle finger. She moaned and after a moment he released her, noting her electronic tag on his phone. Chance leaned down and took a petite Asian woman into his arms, held her and kissed her before he took one, then the other nipple in his mouth. He easily lifted her and brought her pussy to his mouth, took a few licks and returned her to her feet. She swayed trying to regain her balance as Chance found her tag on his phone and allowed her to leave. And so it went, looking like a procession as the naked women walked out of Dinah's home down the street to their respective homes, as John watched. When it was Emma's turn Dennis sent her to Chance, wanting to see how the big man would handle the Amazon. Emma was large, but perfectly proportioned and very lovely, just super sized. Her long blonde hair curled over her shoulders obscuring Chance's view of her large breasts that seemed to be defying gravity. Chance grabbed her by her pussy, inserting his fingers as he would into a bowling ball, and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply and with his other hand pulled on her large nipples. She moaned, responding to his passionate caress. He reluctantly he withdrew, and found her tag on his screen. She walked away slowly; slightly more jiggle in her walk as she crossed the street and returned to her home. Like all the other women, once she was lying next to her husband in bed she returned to a conscious state, remembering the vivid dream that had made her so completely aroused. She would fuck her husband's brains out in the morning. With all the women safely back in their own homes, John asked the men to return to their cars and wait to see if anyone tried to leave. He and Dinah had unfinished business. What both men heard in John's voice scared them. They had never heard that tone before nor did they want to again. He was going to punish Dinah Cohen for messing with April. They knew he loved April and God help that woman. They took their leave and closed the heavy door behind them. John stood in front of Dinah Cohen once again. She hung stripped naked, pinned to the wall a foot off the floor like the female version of Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. She was terrified. John took his time and assessed her beauty. She had very nice large breasts that barely sagged, quite an accomplishment for a woman of her age. Her nipples hardened as she watched him carefully inspect her body. Her stomach was flat and her long legs were toned. Where they met, her labia peeked out slightly from her folds. She was indeed an attractive woman, regardless of her age. It was obvious that she worked hard to maintain her body. Spending a little more time looking at her face, he saw only slight traces of age marks, mostly hidden by the makeup. Her shoulder length light brown hair was flawlessly styled; her eyes though defiant betrayed her fear. Finally he spoke. "I have been giving a great deal of thought to your punishment," John said as he took a few steps and turned his back to her. "It would be too easy to kill you and your suffering far too brief." He chose not to tell her that he'd never killed anyone before nor was he sure that he could. "No, I think suffering is the right course of action here." Turning to face her, he said, "You've put a lot of work into that beautiful body of yours; maybe I should simply make it wither." With that she felt her body burn as her muscles atrophied and her taut skin wrinkled from her forehead to her toes. John magically produced a full length mirror so that she could see the immediate effects. She looked twice her age. Her once healthy color had been replaced by brown and white splotchy patches. Her hair had turned grey and her once naked pussy had uneven patches of grey hair growing from it. She'd lost ten pounds and it looked like her death was imminent. She tried to scream at the sight of her body and the searing pain, but all she managed was a weak belch. "It looks like you don't approve," John said mocking her. "You may speak, go ahead." "Please," she begged, "don't do this." The voice that came out wasn't hers, but a crackly deep tenor that surprised her and left her mouth agape. She saw that many of her teeth were missing and her tongue had sores. A Gift From His Father Ch. 21 Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she swallowed hard and emitted the worst imaginable flatulence. It was so bad that she cringed. Without warning she expelled more gas. John made certain not to smell the horrible odor, keeping it in her immediate vicinity. She looked down and her once proud breasts were now hanging down to her navel, looking like twin deflated balloons flat against her chest, her once glorious nipples looking like raisins hanging at the ends. "This is the new you. What do you think?" "Please..." she begged. "I don't suppose you'll still be welcomed at your law firm," John said. "Even if you were able to convince them of your true identity, practicing law is definitely out." He paused. "Of course, you couldn't be allowed to keep any of your material things, like this house, cars or clothes. No you would need a new wardrobe." Magically John dressed her in her new attire. She found herself clothed in dirty smelly rags stained with blood, feces and vomit. It was an old faded dress that seemed to be of a style from a bygone era. Her shoes were old worn-out sneakers with holes in the soles. "Well, there it is, your entire wardrobe. I think this makeover is the real you, don't you agree?" Tears were now running down her leathery wrinkled face, she didn't recognize herself. She'd rather he killed her and be done with it, but he obviously knew how best to hurt her. "I am sorry...please...anything...I'll do anything." "Of course you'll do anything. I own you now," John roared. And with that, her body burned and she was returned to her former glory. "Since you belong to me now and I don't currently have a use for an old witch-looking bag lady, at least not yet, I'll have to find a better way of punishing you." John approached her and roughly inserted his ring finger between her labia. He pierced them with a sapphire stone which allowed John to track its wearer anywhere. She winced at the pain and the intrusion of John's finger. While he had his finger in her pussy and without her knowing it, John made several changes to her body. The most important was that Dinah wouldn't be able to become pregnant. Although a lesbian now, that would soon change and she would be getting plenty of cock in all three of her holes. "I do need a good legal mind, but since I am stuck with you, I guess you'll have to do. What are your normal office hours?" John asked. "Nine to six," Dinah said, surprised to hear her natural voice again. "Oh, that will never do. Your new hours are six to seven. If you don't have enough to do you'll take on additional work, but my cases have priority of course." "By the way, you are no longer a lesbian, sorry." He smiled feigning concern. "You will constantly crave cock. You can't get enough cock, the bigger the better. You can only orgasm with a large cock in your ass, although you can sometimes come if the cock in your mouth is slick with your juices or fresh from your ass. No sex during working hours, including lunch, sorry. I want you to put in an honest day's work." Dinah cringed at the thought of having to deal with penises again, and then surprisingly smiled as she realized that she did like cock and how good it would feel to have a fat juicy one in her ass, of course she wasn't a lesbian. Watching her respond, John continued. "In your off hours you will be unable to say no. That's right; you will be a servant to whoever asks you to do whatever they ask you to do, from menial labor to gangbangs. You are going to be a very popular woman, Dinah." Her poker face quickly faded as she realized that anyone could have her naked and moaning like a whore or engaging in any conceivable sexual act by simply asking. She shuddered as she realized that it also meant she could lose everything, her money, cars and houses. All someone needed to do was ask. "Oh, just a few more things," John said as he looked at the defeated naked and helpless woman hanging on the wall like a piece of living art. "If you ever see April again, I will turn you into that old witch bag lady for good. Should it be unavoidable, you will immediately avert your eyes and leave the vicinity as quickly as possible without drawing any attention." The image of that awful persona was forever imprinted in her mind and she trembled to think that it could become her permanent reality. "When we are alone you are to address me as Master, unless it is an emergency in which case you are to communicate normally. If you are worthy I will acknowledge you. You are completely loyal to me in every way. You cannot harm me or be a party to any harm to me or any of my people. Is that clear?" "Yes Master," Dinah said, surprised at how easily the words came out of her mouth. "Finally, when alone in my presence unless I say otherwise you are to be completely naked, you are not worthy to wear clothing. Is that clear?" "Yes Master," Dinah said. "That is a lot to remember, I will do my best to be worthy..." "Fool, I am not leaving it to your puny memory to remember. It is ingrained in you now. You will be unable to forget." John released her and she dropped hard to the floor, her legs unable to support her. "I want all remaining doses of the drug and all data you have on the company that manufactures it. What other drugs or secrets are you harboring that I would be interested in knowing about?" Dinah pulled her legs back underneath her and relaxed her aching muscles while falling to her knees, in an effort to gain favor. "Master, I am sorry. I have only the one drug and keep it locked in my office safe. I could go there now and retrieve it, along with the files you requested. I have many secrets which you will be pleased to learn. It will take some time to explain them all." Glancing at the big clock on her wall John recognized how late it was, nearly two in the morning. "Fool. Going to the office now would attract undue attention; you will be there early enough. Retrieve all that I ask for and then call me, my cell number is in your tiny little brain, too. I will tell you when and where to meet me. In the meantime tell me about these secrets you are hiding." ~~~ Dennis and Chance sat in Chance's white Porsche Boxster GTS Convertible, waiting and talking quietly as they each looked at their iPhone 6 Plus and the data from the tags. "Looks like we have winner," Chance said as they hunched down as a grey Lexus LX rolled out of the driveway, paused at the street and turned left. "Better call John." ~~~ The woman behind the wheel was almost sleep-walking as she drove the large SUV down the quiet street; she had no idea where she was going, but somewhere in the recesses of her mind she was being directed. As she drove she realized that she was dressed rather sexually, the little black dress was something she pulled out only on special occasions when she needed to do that trophy wife thing she accepted as part of her life with Matt, her asshole of a husband. These days that was all she was to him. She knew he was screwing around behind her back because he rarely if ever fucked her anymore and with her killer body and store bought tits, she knew that was the only way he could resist. Dr. Smith was hiding in the back of the woman's mind, like a stowaway on a cruise ship. He thought he'd cut his wrist if he had to listen to more of this woman wallowing in self pity. He needed to remain hidden and hope that he could get away before his son found him. If she didn't suspect that he was there she'd not be aware of his thoughts. ~~~ "Got it," John said. "Stay with her, but don't follow too closely. We need the element of surprise. I will catch up with you. Don't lose her," he warned, and ended the call. Looking at his phone for the first time in hours he noticed that he had several messages: three were from Candace and one from Heather. He shrugged. He would try to text or reply to Heather's call from his car. Pocketing the phone he turned back to the new Dinah Cohen. She was silent, waiting to continue her confessions to her master. "Dinah, you are tired. You will go to your room, do your normal night time hygiene and make sure to be on time for work tomorrow." He turned his back to her knowing she would follow his instructions. "You," he called to the once powerful Hispanic woman now reduced to a weeping mass of naked flesh, "come here." The former Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance stood and walked the short distance to the Master of the Ring of Power. Unlike the other women, she was a naturally gorgeous woman standing about 5'6" with large breasts and long dark hair. Her eyes were puffy from her constant weeping, tear tracks staining her beautiful face. She stood wobbly on her long shapely legs, not sure what was to become of her now. Having defeated her, John thought it appropriate that he should fuck her, to celebrate his victory. If not for his father's escape from the ring's prison and April's need of his attention, he'd have make time. The woman/former mistress likely had a few secrets of her own that he should know, too. He needed to take her with him and didn't have time to explain. He clothed her in a Mexican peasant dress that fell low on her shoulders and had a name tag that said "Linda". He didn't bother with underwear, she wouldn't need them. He looked at her and said, "You are a waitress from the El Camino Mexican Restaurant. You were on your way home when your car broke down. I stopped and picked you up. You are very grateful and, being a bit of a slut you are eager to thank me appropriately." Linda smiled and licked her lips while running her hands up and down her dress and feeling the soft material against her skin she shook her ass seductively. "Linda, an emergency has come up so you are going to have to wait a while before I can take you home. Is that okay?" "Sure honey, just don't wait too long, you don't want to miss out on this," she said as she pointed to herself before capturing her braless tits in her hands. "Linda," John said, "you will do everything I ask without question. Now let's go." ~~~ Pulling into the driveway, Elizabeth was relieved to have finally arrived. April had been a real challenge and Candace had been worried. She dialed Candace and asked if she could help get April into the house. Once inside, Elizabeth explained what she knew and that John had an emergency but would be by as soon as he was able. By now April was awake again and horny, and despite Elizabeth and Candace's limited mind control abilities, they were unable to persuade April to sleep. "Candace why don't you go to sleep and leave me and Elizabeth alone, we can talk in the morning," she said as she pulled Elizabeth's hand. "April, you aren't gay honey. This isn't you." Candace pleaded with her daughter. "So I have been told, mother. But I still have this need for pussy and since Elizabeth is the only female available I am sure that she wouldn't mind pacifying me until John can come to the rescue." Candace stopped and stared at the two women. Elizabeth shrugged, knowing that John wanted to make sure that April was calm until he could undo the harm that had been done. "What the hell," Candace said as she began to strip out of her clothing. "Mother, what are you doing?" April asked as she watched her mother quickly slip out of her blouse and remove her bra. April's eyes were fixed on her mother's large breasts. So much like her own, she licked her lips, and then caught herself. "No! Mother this would be incest." She watched helplessly as her mother removed her skirt and panties standing completely naked in front of her shocked and horny daughter. "Don't be silly. You're gay, what do you care?" Candace replied as she looked over at Elizabeth, who read the look and began to remove her clothing as well. "Oh, I see," said April. "You're calling my bluff. Well, we'll see about that." She threw off the blanket that she had draped around her and walked up to her mother, pulling her hard into a lip lock. Candace kissed back and mother and daughter tongue wrestled for a while before April broke the kiss, panting for breath as her mother began to fondle her daughter's tits that looked so much like her own. April sighed and cuddled her mother's head against her ample bosom just as Elizabeth approached and sandwiched the young woman between the two of them. She ran a hand down between April's ass cheeks to find her pussy moist and warm, causing her to moan in approval. The three women slowly sank to the floor and as Candace crawled between her daughter's legs, Elizabeth squatted above April's surprised, open mouth. The young woman wasted no time and began to show the skills she'd learned in her short time as a lesbian. ~~~ As John and the woman he had named Linda drove quickly through the streets of Mountain View, California, he dialed Dennis's phone. "Where are you guys? Where is she headed?" Dennis replied. "We are heading south on the 101, I think she may be heading for the San Jose International Airport." "Damn that's not good," John swore. "How far out are you?" "About eight miles, traffic is light, ten minutes or less," Dennis said. "Are you still able to track her or them?" "Yeah, I am getting two hits. There are definitely two consciousnesses." "Don't lose them; if you have to engage, do so, just don't let her get among other people," John warned them. "Linda, why don't you take a nap?" He couldn't afford to be distracted now. The woman obeyed, reclining her seat she closed her eyes and was soon lightly snoring, just as John shifted into fifth gear. John made his Nissan Z phase out of sync with normal space and time which allowed him to drive through solid matter, in this case other vehicles. This was a good idea, because despite there being little car traffic, there were many eighteen wheelers on the freeway at this hour. John pushed the pedal to the floor. ~~~ "Yes, the airport was the perfect place," Dr. Smith was thinking. He should be strong enough to leap into another body. He really didn't care who it would be at this point. He needed to get out of this woman's body. It was like driving the car that was seen leaving the bank after the robbery, too easy to spot. He was beginning to feel stronger and despite needing the woman to concentrate on her driving, he decided to experiment a little to see how much control he had over her and her body. "Headlights on," he thought. The woman felt her nipples harden to a point where they almost ached as they poked through the thin material of the little black dress she wore. "Why didn't I bother to put on a bra?" she wondered. "Why am I getting turned on?" "Pussy itches," he thought. She took her right hand off the wheel and put under her dress surprised to learn she didn't have any panties on. This was good because it allowed her to lightly scratch the building itch. As she slowly fingered herself she slowed the vehicle, unable to concentrate on both. "Hmmm..." Dr. Smith thought, as the warm sensation spread throughout her body as she began to heat up. "This could be interesting," he thought, an unexpected side effect of their joining. He could feel her arousal growing. ~~~ John was speeding south on the 101 at over 120 mph. At first he didn't bother to change lanes, instead he simply passed through one eighteen wheeler after another. But he soon found that although he could pass through them, he couldn't see through them, until he activated his "x-ray vision", something he hadn't done in a long time. Still it was better to change lanes occasionally in order to see where he was going. There was no danger of crashing, but he couldn't afford to miss the exit. He worried that he wasn't going to make it in time. If his dad made it to the airport he may be able to transfer into another body or board a flight and leave the city, state or country before he could stop him. ~~~ Heather was up early, as was now her habit. She wore a light robe that hung off her naked body as she walked through the quiet house and out to the pool, intent on getting her early morning workout in. She had checked her phone and was disappointed she hadn't heard from John, but knowing John, he was probably in the middle of an important deal. She knew he'd get back to her, she just hoped it would be before she had to go back to her swim practice. She dropped the robe on the nearest lounge chair and walked to the shallow end of the butterfly designer pool. It wasn't the best for swimming but she made the unusual shape work. As she stepped into the shallow water she filched; the shock of the cool water was something she would never get used to. She paused just as the water reached where her legs met. The gentle water lapped at her bald pussy lips causing her to wrestle with the idea of exploring the tingling feeling, or swimming her laps. Her nipples hardened as the combination of the cool water and cooler air surrounded her. She shrugged and dove into the water, the sound of the splashing water breaking the calm. There would be plenty of time for pleasuring herself later. She swam the first lap completely submerged under the clear water, enjoying the feel of it passing over her naked body, making her wish she could swim nude all the time. Reaching the deep end she flipped, came to the surface, and began a leisurely backstroke that lifted her head and breasts out of the water, her nipples once again hardening in the cool air. Unseen from the balcony window, her mother, Jacqueline Winchester Smith, stood naked, pulling on her own nipples and strumming her moist pussy as she watched her daughter swim. ~~~ "She's entering the airport parking lanes, we are right behind her," Dennis said as Chance maneuvered the small sports car slowly through the lanes that led to the parking structures. "How far out are you, boss?" "I am a half a mile out, try to stall her until I get there," John said. "Heading for short term parking," Dennis announced. "Chance let me out here; I will try to head her off." Dennis jumped out of the car just as they passed the terminal parking lot entrance. Chance parked near the Lexus SUV and alerted Dennis that the woman was heading his way. Dennis thought about what he could do to slow the woman. He walked behind a support pillar and a little girl emerged, looking panicked she ran to the entrance to the terminal, tears running down her tiny face, calling out for her mommy. The woman was rushing towards the entrance when she saw the small child. "What's the matter, little girl? Did you lose your mommy?" the woman asked as her maternal instinct kicked in. The child didn't answer, but slowed its crying a bit and lunged forward into the bending woman's arms. "There, there. Come with me, maybe we can find someone to help us find her." "No," Dr. Smith said. "We haven't time for this. Get rid of the child." The woman abruptly stood and pushed the child away, causing the tyke to go sprawling across the parking structure's smooth concrete floor. She marched forward, looking back at the small child who screamed louder, desperately trying to attract her attention. John pulled into the nearby handicap parking space and jumped through the car as it rematerialized leaving the sleeping woman inside. Dennis morphed back into himself as Chance joined them. "Sorry sir, I thought I had her." John acknowledged the fact that he did have her for a minute; his dad must have taken control again. "It was a good attempt," John told them. "Can you still track them?" John asked as they trotted behind him as they entered the building. There was a long corridor that emptied into the terminal, they still had a chance. Both Chance and Dennis had their phones out and acknowledged they still had her signal. The trio continued to run faster in the hope of getting to the woman in time, but things weren't looking good. A Gift From His Father Ch. 21 The corridor emptied into the massive luggage retrieval and baggage claim area. Two airliners had just landed and the area was busy with people attempting to get their bags and leave. Dennis and Chance followed the signal and found a befuddled woman in a black dress watching an empty carousel spin, waiting for her bag. They were too late. John could see the woman was alone. "See if you can pick up the other signal while I erase this one," he told the guys. "Miss, you've had a long day. Your bags are in your car, you can go home now," John told the woman as he put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Oh, that's right," she said and turned to leave, not really understanding what had transpired but eager to get back home and get some rest. Dennis and Chance split up and worked the large area; John suggested they make their way to the terminal and the outbound flights. They moved cautiously in that direction. Chance noticed a signal and then it disappeared. Dennis was a not far ahead and noticed it too. They alerted John and as he feared, his dad was jumping from body to body just out of their reach. They reached the TSA screening line and a little four year old girl in line holding her mother's hand turned to face them and said, "You'll never catch me Johnny." Her mother looked down at her, surprised by what the little girl had said and picked her up, holding her protectively. A minute later an old Asian woman yelled out, "You are too unimaginative, Johnny. I won't go back, never." When she finished she looked embarrassed and muttered something in Mandarin to her companion. Finally, on the other side of the screening a teenager pulled the ear buds from his ear and said, "You lack the creativity to be a great Master of the Ring, Johnny. I'll see you later, son." His girlfriend looked at him, questioning him as to whom he was talking. He simply shrugged and it was forgotten. John called Dennis and Chance back. "He's gone. Let's get out of here," he told his two faithful agents. As they reached John's car a parking enforcement officer was writing John a ticket. "What's that for?" John asked. "That's a handicap space buddy. Unless sleeping beauty there is handicapped, it looks like you're getting one of these," he said as he tore the ticket from the book and held it out to John, waiting for him to take it. John didn't move. He was angry but realized that taking it out on a guy who was just doing his job wasn't right. "Well she is, as a matter of fact. It's quite dark; perhaps you didn't see the placard hanging from the mirror?" The wise cracking parking enforcement guy looked into the car and there on the mirror hung the blue plastic handicap placard allowing the user to park in handicap spaces without being ticketed. Surprised, the guy yelled, "Hey where did that come from?" He had checked earlier and didn't see it. That was the first place he usually looked. John frowned and the guy backed off and apologized. John spoke quietly to his agents before they turned and walked back to where Chance had parked his car. John slid behind the wheel of his Z and pulled out. Peering at them from around the corner was a middle-aged man in a business suit. As they left he walked towards a black BMW, got in and started the engine, and pulled out of the lot. Following him was a blonde teenager in a late model Volkswagen Jetta. ~~~ John wasn't in a good mood. He usually had his dad to talk to but now he was gone. He wondered if he had tricked him to gain his freedom. Would there be a price to pay? "Not to worry, John Smith. Can I call you John or would you prefer Johnny?" "Oh, hey Rocky, I forgot you were there. Call me John." "John it is. I will remain in the background until I think you need me, if that is satisfactory?" "That's fine, Rocky. But I have to say you sound more like a servant than a former Master of the Ring and oil tycoon." "That is true. The reason is quite clear, you see there is another way out, but your father didn't like that method. It is through humble servitude to the whims of the ring. I have had my day, my share of fun and all that. My crimes were many, but there is forgiveness." During the drive Rocky gave John an intimate look at his life as a Master of the Ring and a glimpse of what his existence was like now. It conflicted greatly with what his father had told him; it seemed that Dr. Smith had indeed played his son. Little by little John had given his father more autonomy and it wasn't long before he was the alpha spirit dominating all the others prisoners within the ring. Rocky continued to talk, allowing John to let his mind wander for a bit, the woman he named Linda, the former Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance still slept, lightly snoring in the passenger seat. He wasn't yet sure what to do with her, but he couldn't just leave her with Dinah. Then he remembered that he needed to call or text Heather. Something was up; he certainly had a lot on his plate. Rocky quit his narrative and suggested that John pull over and call his sister. It was early; if he didn't reach her at least he could leave her a voice message. ~~~ Heather was finishing her laps and just getting out of the pool when her cell phone began to play one of her favorite tunes by an obscure rock band. She picked it up and saw it was her brother returning her call. "Hey John, you're up early," she said as she tried not to let the water from her hair get on the phone. She tilted her head to one side letting her long hair hang over her naked breasts as she picked up her towel. Water ran down her legs causing a puddle to form at her feet. "You don't know the half of it," John said. "What's going on with you?" Heather explained what had happened a few days ago and how she was able to defend herself. John felt relieved that his commands had worked as he had intended, but then realized that it was possible their father might come after his daughters, particularly if their powers were returned. He asked about her plans for the day and promised that he would try to get there so they could talk in depth about the situation. Heather said goodbye, put her phone down and began to dry herself. She then pulled on her robe once again, and headed back to her room. Her mother continued to watch from the balcony window. Realizing that John would be visiting soon made her caresses more demanding. She couldn't put it off any longer; she straddled the Sybian and turned the machine on. She was still under John's command to pleasure herself daily and since money wasn't an issue she bought herself many sex toys; the Sybian was the ultimate sex toy for a horny woman. She started it on the lowest setting, and little by little turned up the intensity. Jacqueline Winchester Smith rocked back and forth as the shaft moved within her, the pleasure continued to grow until she shuddered, trembled and stifled her screams of passion until she felt her voice becoming hoarse. Peeking into the massive master bedroom unseen by Jacqueline, Ana their maid and Isabel's lover watched, licking her lips, unsure if she was turned on more by the machine and her hope of trying it for herself, or by her employer's voluptuous body. It didn't matter, she was going to have one or both soon enough. (To Be Continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 22 Thanks again to Spirit02 for the editing! ***** April sighed and cuddled her mother's head against her ample bosom just as Elizabeth approached and sandwiched the young woman between the two of them. She ran a hand down between April's round ass cheeks to find her pussy moist, warm, and inviting, causing her to moan in approval. The three women slowly sank to the floor and as Candace crawled between her daughter's legs, Elizabeth squatted above April's yearning mouth. The young woman wasted no time and began to show the skills she'd learned in her short time as a lesbian. April was quickly turning Elizabeth on, her skills were impressive and if John hadn't simply wanted her to babysit the young woman, she would have been tempted to take her under her wing. Then Elizabeth realized that this wasn't the real April Martin; she had been changed into this dike lesbian without her consent and the old April was still trapped in there, probably going out of her mind with horror at what she was doing. "But damn," she thought to herself, "she learned well how to satisfy a woman. I am not going to last long if she keeps this up." Candace had her tongue deep in her daughter's pussy, and was using her fingers on her clit. She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist much longer; she could feel her involuntary spasms beginning. Although she'd pleasured her daughter before, something that had been erased from April's memory, it wasn't anything like this. Her daughter believed she was a lesbian and was so licentious. "And, damn," she thought to herself as April's juices began to pour into her mother's mouth, "she tastes so good." April was close, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to hold off. Of course, she knew the longer you fought it the better the climax, and she was beginning to taste that bitch Elizabeth's juices. "I knew that black bitch would taste good," she thought. "And, what the fuck is Candace doing to me? I'm gonna cum soon," April thought to herself. Then she heard a reply in her mind. "See, you love pussy April. You are a lesbian; don't let them tell you anything different. You've always been a lesbian and you love pussy." It was like another April talking to her, and with that last thought echoing in her mind, April yelled out and came hard on her mother's waiting mouth. "Aaahhh!" She pulled off Elizabeth and yelled again, "Fuck Candace, eat my pussy, bitch. Aaahhh!" Then she saw Elizabeth's glistening brown pussy, it was waiting for her return and she didn't disappoint. She all but jumped back, flicking her tongue over the engorged clit and sucking it into her mouth as her climax continued. Elizabeth struggled to pull Candace's neglected pussy to her to mouth, to complete their daisy chain, but April had Elizabeth so worked up she was losing her resolve, Candace would have to wait. Elizabeth came. She came hard, and was seeing stars. She rarely came this fully; it was so all-encompassing. But she was determined to reach Candace's pussy and when she did she enthusiastically began, quickly getting Candace's attention. ~~~ John was getting used to Rocky's over zealous stories about how things were when he had substantial influence over national events as one of the wealthiest men in the United States if not the world. Being the founder of Standard Oil, now Exxon/Mobil definitely had its advantages. However, what held John's interest was when he considered the amount of philanthropy Rocky contributed to the city of New York and the country, yet here he was imprisoned. It made him think that no matter what he did, like JD Rockefeller and the other former masters; he too would find himself imprisoned in the Ring of Power. And if that were true then what hope did John have of escaping this fate? But if he'd learned anything from his mother at all, it was not to despair. No one's life is predestined; life is what you make it. He had been given a tremendous gift; the rules were clear. He would enjoy it, and at the same time help others to enjoy their lives as well. If he was to be condemned by that, then so be it. These revelations lifted his spirits and his thoughts turned to his latest project. It was to be a state of the art skateboard & gamers recreation pavilion, set to break ground in two weeks. The skateboard park alone would be revolutionary, taking the sport to the next level with viewing stands and more ramps, tunnels and rails than any other park in the country. The gamers' pavilion however would get national exposure. It would be a place for gamers of all ages to play games on huge screens like they do in national competitions. They would be in comfortable recliners he'd commissioned the La-Z-Boy company to create. It will be awesome. And although people will be able to buy seats and reserve time, the primary means of currency will be community service hours. Reflecting on this project and the others still not fully conceived made John smile and his problems seemed more manageable. But it also made him realize how important April was to his plans. He needed to stay out of the spotlight; she would be the face of his corporation. The exposure would help her to grow and broaden her opportunities. He was approaching the point on the 101 where he had to decide between going to see April and reversing the horrible changes that were done to her, or going to his stepmother's home and protecting them from his father, who sooner or later would pay them a visit and attempt to take over one of his children's minds. He looked over at the sleeping woman in the passenger seat; he'd have to deal with her too, the once powerful mistress of the Ring of Vengeance. He drove past the exit to the Martin's home. If his father were to take control of one of his sisters his problems would be magnified. Despite the pain in his heart, he knew that he had made the right choice. April would have to wait a little longer. ~~~ It was early and even with little sleep Dinah Cohen found herself in her office; it wasn't as if she had a choice. She shut the door and went about collecting all the materials she'd promised her new master. She'd leave the drug in the safe until the last moment; she couldn't afford to mess this up. The image of what she could be transformed into would haunt her for a very long time. She shuddered as the unforgettable image flashed again in her mind. She saw herself pinned naked to the wall of her home looking like a malnourished witch. She squeezed her eyes closed and willed the image away. Yes, she would do everything her master demanded of her and more. She worked quietly on the cases she'd been assigned and was making great progress when she noticed others arriving as the lights in the firm began to illuminate the empty office spaces of the large law firm. She put her head down, went back to work and didn't notice when the managing partner tapped on her closed glass door. He was surprised to see her in so early. "Perhaps she's in a good mood," he thought, "and won't make a fuss over his request; after all it wasn't like it was going to cost her anything, really." He took a deep breath and walked into her office. "Good morning, Dinah. You're in early. Not trouble, I hope," he said knowing full well it wasn't, but still wondering why she was here so early. "Good morning, Bob," she said not looking up, hoping he'd move along quickly and not ask anything of her. She remembered that she couldn't say no to any request made of her. She'd have to be careful, not certain how this would all play out. She was an attorney, a damn good one. She may not be able to say no, but she should be able to draw it out and sidestep an answer, she thought. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "I didn't think I would see you here this early, either." "Hmm..." he thought to himself, "she's not going to make this easy. I might as well ask and get it over with." "Well, as you know one of the senior partners is looking to eliminate his commute to the main office and is looking to move in here. And since he would be the most senior partner he is asking for your office. You understand, it being a corner with the great view and all. "Okay," Dinah said, as if he were asking for her to pass the ketchup. She was stunned, but didn't let her face reveal it. At least she still had control over that. "We'd of course compensate you. The firm would let you choose any other office you'd like and pick up the moving and decorating expenses." Bob continued to talk, not processing that he'd already gotten an approval until he replayed the scene in his mind. "Did you say okay?" He didn't believe he'd heard correctly. "Yes, I did. When did you want to make the switch?" Dinah cringed inwardly. She had no control over her responses. "Immediately, if it's okay with you?" "Sure. I can work from home in the meantime. You can choose my new office. I am sure whatever you pick will be fine." Bob couldn't believe his luck. He was expecting a fight and here Dinah was giving in without a struggle. Maybe he could get her to take on the McFadden case, too. It couldn't hurt to ask. "That's great Dinah. I really appreciate you being such a team player. I was hoping I could ask one more favor. The McFadden case could really use someone with your experience leading the team of second year associates. I would be in your debt." "Sure, Bob. I can make the time. Have the files brought to my secretary, she'll arrange my schedule." Inside her mind she was screaming. She hated working with the new, dumb associates. She needed to get him to leave before he had her holding mock court and wet nursing the bunch of novices. "If there is nothing more, I am on a deadline, Bob." He was beaming. "Of course," he said. "Thanks for being so helpful." He turned and walked out of the large office, overjoyed at his success. Dinah looked up and admired his ass as he left her office and closed the door, leaving it as he'd found it. She found herself imagining his pants around his ankles and his cock in her mouth. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere, and then she remembered that she was no longer a lesbian, as her master had commanded. And the thought of sucking Bob's cock was making her wet. She loved cocks, why had it been so long since she'd had one. She began to think about the cocks she had had over the years when her phone rang and she realized it was her master. "Yes Master," she answered. "How can I be of service?" John sighed inwardly. "What time were you in the office this morning?" He already knew the answer, but needed time to slip into the role of the "angry and demanding master." "As you asked, Master, 6AM," Dinah cheerfully replied. "Good," he said and Dinah actually had to stifle her relief. "Have you collected all the materials we discussed?" "Oh yes, Master, I have." John ignored her enthusiasm and told her to meet him at "A Cup of Joe" at 2:30 with the materials and hung up. She was excited that she'd be meeting her master today and the disappointment of losing her large corner office faded into the background. ~~~ It was still early when John arrived at the Smith mansion. The manicured lawns and the red roofed Spanish style buildings reminded him more of the La Costa Resort in San Diego than a private mansion, of course that was what had inspired his father to build it in the first place. The estate didn't have enough land to build a golf course, but he did build one hole, and of course, a single tennis court and pool made it hard to miss the comparison to the San Diego resort. John entered the house and almost immediately was greeted by his step-mother and occasional lover, Jacqueline Winchester Smith. It was hard to believe that she was a direct descendent of "the Winchester family", the ones who created the famous rifle, commonly known as the "Gun That Won the West." It was there that most of their wealth had come from. "John, how good to see you," Jacqueline said as she descended the final few steps of the fabulous staircase that led up to the second and third floors of the main house. "What brings you here at this hour?" "Good morning Jackie," he said as she slipped easily into his arms and took a deep breath of his manly scent before kissing him passionately. John was the only one she allowed to call her Jackie, a name she despised for its bastardization. But she could deny John nothing. For his part, John had forgotten how much he enjoyed her company. She was wealthy and stuck up, but she was passionate when she let her guard down. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and said, "hmm...if it weren't an emergency I could use a little more of that. Are the girls still here?" "What emergency? I don't think they have left yet. Heather is the early riser and she just finished her swim. I doubt she's left yet, particularly since she knew you were coming by," she said as she pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes. Eyes she could get lost in. She saw herself undressing for him and opening her legs as he filled her with his enormous cock. John saw the dreamy look in her eyes and said, "You are all in danger, so I am returning your powers and adding a little something extra to give you more protection." He mentally scanned the large house and found the girls still here. He summoned them to the library, as he and Jackie took the short walk and entered the great room. It was one of John's favorite rooms, yet the family rarely used it. John and Jackie took a seat on the large leather couch. They didn't have to wait long as Heather was the first to arrive, dressed and ready for her classes, she greeted her brother as her mother did, the kiss taking her breath away. Just as they concluded and before Heather could ask, her sisters Isabel and Samantha bounded in. "Hey John," they both said together as if practiced. "What's up?" As John began to explain the threat in loose details, unseen from the second floor landing, Ana watched and quickly deduced that the timing was perfect, quietly heading for the master bedroom to find her mistress's toy. As she entered the huge bedroom, she hoped that she'd not have to search too long for the toy; she didn't clean the room often, leaving that to the other servants. Her pussy was literally dripping as she anticipated trying the Sybian out for herself. As she approached the bathroom, she saw what looked more like a footstool than a device designed to give a woman ultimate pleasure. She pulled the machine out and found the storage cabinet full of all the attachments, cleaning solutions and power cords. Ana wasted no time and assembled the toy, pulling off her uniform, bra and panties before gently easing herself unto the beige twin-phallus attachment she'd chosen, one in each of her hungry orifices. She tried to relax and switched the machine on at the lowest setting. It didn't take long for her to experience and enjoy the feeling. Being double penetrated had long been a fantasy of Ana's and now here she was riding her mistress's machine. It was so naughty of her, she knew, but she just had to try this machine and she wasn't regretting the choice. The feeling was quickly becoming more than she could handle. As she scooted back and forth on the machine her pleasure built and although she did her best to stifle her moans of pleasure she felt her throat getting hoarse as she found herself climaxing harder than she ever had before. "Oh you wonderful machine, oh oh, Ooooooh!" She cried out no longer caring if she was discovered. ~~~ John finished explaining what he thought was coming their way, leaving out that the threat was really their deceased father or what was left of his consciousness. He reinforced their previous powers and made them even stronger if used together. He also shielded their minds so that Dr. Smith wouldn't be able to take control, and did a little something extra to Heather's mind, thinking that she was his ultimate target. The girls were excited to be able to use their powers once again, but John cautioned them to be discrete, "practice yes, but don't let on about what you can do, it may save your lives." By now they all knew not to cross their brother, having seen him put Heather in check. John felt a ripple of sexual energy enter his body and knew exactly where it came from. Since all the residents of the house were in front of him, he knew it had to be the help. He smiled as he was able to see into the master bedroom as the maid rode the sexual toy. Ana finally reached the point where she knew she had to stop. She turned off the machine and on wobbly legs pulled herself off it. She got dressed quickly, and cleaned the machine and the attachment she'd used, before she put everything back the way she'd found it. Satisfied, she left the room and moved back to the stairs, happy to learn that the family was still in their discussion; John appeared to be preparing to leave when he looked up and caught Ana's eye. "Did you enjoy your ride Ana? Double penetration? You are a nasty one aren't you? Don't worry; your secret is safe with me." Ana blinked as she received the mental message. Despite having a lovely brown complexion, Ana turned a deep shade of red and nodded before hurrying out of sight. "You're not going already, you just got here," Jacqueline said as she pulled him away from his sisters and back into her arms. "I've really missed you." John had to admit that he did miss Jackie, too. But he needed to get to the Martin's home and take care of April. Taking both of her delicate hands in his, he held them and told her he'd be back soon. He released them, kissed her again, and slapped her on her ass as he left. The girls had scattered. As John opened his car door Heather pulled up behind him in her Audi R8 Spyder. "Hey, got a minute?" she asked. "For my favorite sister, I have two." She told him of the incident after practice in the locker room. John asked her if he needed to make an appearance, but she knew how busy he was and told him no. With her enhanced powers and being able to use them before things got sticky would be enough. But John read her mind and appreciated her not wanting to burden him with her problems. "Tell you what sis. I will give you limited mind control power. As long as it isn't something too complicated you should be fine. In short, you will be able to control your opponent, making them do what you want. It will kick in when you ask for it. But..." He looked at her really sternly, "...if I ever learn that you've abused this gift..." "Say no more!" Heather yelled and pulled him close for a kiss. "Thank you, and when you come back and are finished with mom, you know where to find me. I'll be waiting." She released her brother and drove off, feeling much better about everything. John smiled and looked up to see Ana watching him from one of the windows in the house. He waved and she ducked. John got into his Nissan and headed to the Martin's home as quickly as he could. ~~~ John hit the tail end of the morning rush-hour traffic, but for him it wasn't a problem as he simply phased his car and passed through the traffic like a phantom. He was parking his car in the driveway of the Martin's home in ten minutes. He looked over at the sleeping woman, his conquest. She was beautiful. He would have to deal with her soon, but for now she could wait. She would sleep until he woke her, or after she'd slept for six hours, whichever happened first. Turning his attention to the house he sensed what was going on and saw that his timing was good; they had all just about exhausted themselves, April, Elizabeth, and Candace lay together naked on the floor, wet from sweat and their combined juices. John entered the house despite the locked doors and found the women in the living room panting, their pussies swollen and leaking juices. At some point Candace had retrieved towels, large sheets, and blankets in which they lounged, catching their breath. A Gift From His Father Ch. 22 It was April that had set the marathon pace. She had felt that she needed to prove she was indeed an insatiable nymphomaniac dyke lesbian, and that she'd always been one. "Why can't they understand that and simply accept me as I am?" He heard the tail end of her thoughts, "Now that I'm away from Dinah I can return to my life as..." John sensed her confusion. She couldn't imagine, nor remember what her life was like before that bitch Dinah had drugged her, and she was near panic. His timing was perfect. Candace and Elizabeth felt John's presence as he entered the room, but allowed April to acknowledge their master and mentally prepared themselves to respond to his wishes. Candace had to trust that John would make everything alright, and not interfere. That was hard for a mother to do, but she knew it was right. April saw her mother and Elizabeth focus on someone or something behind her; she waited and realized it had to be John. She turned slightly, not hiding her naked beauty from him and finding his eyes, said, "John, so you made it back. Well as you can see I have fucked both of your bitches and I am ready for more. Are you convinced now that I am a dyke lesbian? Hell, I am even a motherfucker, since I fucked my own mother. Isn't that called incest? And you know what John; I am ready for another round if these two can keep up. I wish I had my favorite strap-on cock; I'd really fuck them both hard. I'll even let you watch if you promise not to touch. I don't do dick." John sighed heavily and looked at Candace who had a look on her face that he'd never seen before. He smiled and dismissed both Candace and Elizabeth with a look, then turned back to face his girlfriend. April watched her mother and Elizabeth stand and walk out of the room, leaving her alone with John. She called after them, "Hey, where are you going? Okay, go freshen up. I will see you both back here in a few minutes after I deal with Johnboy." John waited patiently as April stood to look at him eye to eye as best she could. Her attempt fell a little short, what with her being only 5'6", and John just a few inches over six feet. John listened into her thoughts; the real April was screaming and pleading for his help. "April," he said. "You know that I would never hurt you, right?" April looked at him suspiciously, having taken on a posture ready to fight. "I need you to trust me." Before she could answer, John froze her in place and turned her around slowly, spinning her as if she were on a potter's wheel. He gazed at the naked body he loved to look at the most, noting the piercings and the tattoo. He lifted his hand to her face, a face that he loved, but now it had been altered by piercings in her eyebrows, nose, and lips. She'd even shaved patches from her left eyebrow. She looked at him. His hand moved down her face to her mouth. He squeezed it open and waited. After a moment a metal bolt and pin gently floated into his outstretched hand. With the tongue piercing removed, he closed the hole in her tongue. It was now as if it had never happened. He closed her mouth and watched her eyes widen as she realized what he'd done. Ignoring her, he lifted his palm and all her facial piercings unfastened themselves and floated into the hand that held the tongue piercing. John closed his hand into a fist and spun her around slowly like a rack of magazines, looking her up and down. He stopped her and opened his hand, watching as her nipple bars separated and floated into his hand joining the other newly removed jewelry. John closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, all April's piercing holes had been closed. Even a medical exam wouldn't be able to tell that she'd ever had piercings. He spun her around again. April's eyes were as big as they'd ever been. She'd never seen anything like this before and especially not from John of all people. Looking down at her naked pussy he saw the final piercing. A moment later it had joined the others in his hand and all evidence of their existence was gone. He slowly turned her until he could see the tattoo over her ass. it read, "This ass belongs to Dinah!" John had to hold his anger in check. This, above all else, pissed him off the most. Then he realized that it would only be fair if Dinah was given a tattoo, also. That thought lightened his mood. He'd have to think of something appropriate and embarrassing. He watched as April's tattoo faded and then disappeared completely. He turned her around once more and as she turned her short black hair began to grow longer and lighter until it was once again shoulder length and blonde with a little bit of a natural curl to it. While he was at it, he made it easy to manage and never again would there be a split end. He turned her again, approving of the corrections and additions. John added a fine manicure and pedicure, polishing her nails a tangerine color that he knew she'd like. John was just about done when he decided to tighten her abs a bit, and remove the little belly fat that she had gained. Satisfied that all the physical corrections were completed, he was ready to move on to the harder stuff. Mentally April had been convinced that she was an insatiable nymphomaniac dyke lesbian and that she'd always been that way. He had to be careful how he corrected this or he could lose his April forever. He allowed April to speak and move her head as he sat her down on the nearby leather couch. "What the fuck John! How did you do that? Why did you do that? I will just get more piercings and cut my hair again. Hell, I think I will shave it all off. How do you like that?" She was really getting herself worked up. John calmly spoke. "April relax. Don't speak. Listen to me." April was getting ready to let loose another volley of insults and cursing, but strangely she shut her mouth and relaxed and was willing to listen to what John had to say. John decided to try it one step at a time, fixing what he could see and observe, realizing that he might not get it all done immediately. It may take some time. "April," he said slowly and deliberately. "You aren't gay. You aren't a lesbian. You never were one. Dinah drugged you and changed your personality. I am going to help you return to that person I have always loved even when I didn't know it. I love you April and you've loved me since we were children. I need you to remember that." He paused and lifted his restrictions on her allowing her to respond. April's mind was a sponge, she listened to all that John was saying and began to mentally process what she heard. "I am not gay? I am not a lesbian? I never was one? I was drugged and tricked into thinking that. But why?" She answered her own question, "Because Dinah wanted me, oh my God! I am not gay. I am not a lesbian. I never was one. But all that sex I had with all those women. So many women and I love it. So am I bisexual now? I love pussy. I love the taste and think about it all the time." John watched April carefully and read her mind to learn how she was processing the information. He decided to continue. "April you may have enjoyed your time together with all the women you were with, but that was because you were drugged with a very powerful mind control stimulant. You don't like pussy, you don't think about it all the time, but when you do think about it you are repulsed that you were controlled into thinking that you liked it. You are very angry with Dinah for tricking you and changing you to think that you were a lesbian like her." April continued to process the information that John gave her. She began remembering things: the lunch with Dinah, the Long Island Iced Teas, and her love for John. "I've always loved John, since we were children playing together." She remembered how she imagined that one day they would marry. "I am not gay. I like men. I love John. What the fuck did that bitch do to me?" As John listened in, he could hear that his cautious counseling was working. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're weak, you've always been weak. If you really loved John, why'd wait so long to let him know how you felt? You like pussy and the bitches that can give you what you crave, a woman's touch. It's so much better than that of men. They know just where and how to touch you. Admit it, you may not have always been gay, but you love the taste of pussy and you want it now. There are two bitches in the other room waiting to give you more of what you crave. They are probably in Candace's bed right now eating each other out, laughing at weak little April, cause she doesn't know what she truly wants. Fuck this. Let's go and fuck them. I know where to find a strap-on and you can even fuck John with it." "Enough!" John shouted, echoing through April's fragile mind. The schism was getting stronger and he felt he was losing her. John imagined enclosing the second personality into a bubble. He sealed it tightly; it could no longer be heard or seen. It couldn't escape. He then pulled it out of April's head. John watched as the captured part of April's psyche struggled within the bubble. He began to shrink the bubble until it disappeared completely and that bit of April was destroyed. He shuddered. It was a rash act, one he didn't stop to consider the effects it might have on her. But it was gone now. He hoped and prayed that he hadn't made matters worse. April had collapsed and was unconscious. He cradled his naked girlfriend's head in his lap, he didn't hear any thoughts. He waited, caressing her and watching her lovely face. After a minute her eyes fluttered and she opened them. "Hey you," she said. His emotions almost overwhelmed him and tears welled up in his eyes, "Hey you yourself!" ~~~ Gym class was about to begin, and she was late. She hated gym. She hated having to change her clothes and put on the modest prescribed school district-approved attire, green shorts and tee shirt. But she did love playing tennis. She still wasn't good enough to make the school varsity team, but if she continued to improve, she could be a walk on at any one of the colleges and universities nearby. She grabbed her Wilson racket and ran through the locker room to the tennis courts just in time to not be noticed for her tardiness. After almost 45 minutes of drills designed to improve her ground strokes she was pretty sweaty. Thankfully her next class was her free period so she could take her time showering and changing back into her street clothes. On the way in she met up with a few girlfriends and they began talking about their favorite subject, Cody the football quarterback. The four girls giggled and screamed when they broached the subject of sex and what Cody looked like below the waist. Everyone, bar one, was enjoying the musings. Dr. Smith was hiding in the back of the mind of the hopeful tennis prodigy. He could put up with just about anything except the idle gossip of late-teenage girls. When he screamed his frustration the girl actually froze for a moment. "I think I need to be going now," she told her friends, "I have a class coming and I still need to get something to eat." The girls shrugged and walked with her to the locker room, they too needed to shower and change. Such was the life of a high school senior. Dr. Smith was relieved that at least now he'd be able to see several naked teenage girls showering and frolicking in the shower. He had transferred from one person to the next without knowing what his limit was or how long it would be before he could transfer again. He wasn't worried about being found. He was safe for the time being, but he needed to transfer into someone who could help him to advance his plan. Although he was wasting time here while he rested and rejuvenated his powers, at least he'd have a good seat for the show. He was living every teenage boy's fantasy, getting to watch naked girls in their locker room. It was interesting to see things from the perspective of a naive eighteen year-old girl; she and her friends were silly but had great bodies. He watched her slowly undress and examine her firm young body; when she thought no one was looking, she found herself hefting her breasts, tweaking her plump nipples, then fingering herself just a little as she pulled off her skimpy panties. She walked proudly naked to the showers, her "C cup" tits jiggling and riding high on her chest as she sashayed her tight ass. Choosing an empty faucet she put her shampoo and towel down and got busy washing the sweat off her young body. But as she did, for some reason she couldn't understand, she was looking at all the other girls, her friends, as they too washed. At times she stared at her friend with the "D-cups" trying to understand how they seemed to defy gravity. As she watched she found herself continuing to wash the same spot between her legs and was surprised that she had to stifle a cry of passion when she got herself off. She didn't know why and it was all becoming too much for her to handle, after all it was something she saw every day. But for some reason, today the pear shaped tits of the girl on her right, the heart shaped ass of the girl across from her, and the shaved pussy of her best friend had her wanting to touch and taste each one. Before she could stop herself she was frigging herself where everyone could see. Fortunately they didn't. She wasn't gay, was she? Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she had to admit that she was bi-curious. Perhaps if the situation presented itself, she would experiment a little, but she really liked boys, didn't she? Despite having no physical body, Dr. Smith still enjoyed watching naked young women. And since he could manipulate his host, and he could feel what she felt, he wanted more. He had to admit there was nothing quite like the feeling of an eighteen year old girl getting herself off. He allowed her to continue her hygiene routine while he focused on the images of the young pussies he'd just seen, so young and many yet untouched, he pondered on the variety of labia he had seen. They were all so different and yet so similar. As Dr. Smith reminisced, unaware of the effect it was having on his host, the girl was becoming incredibly horny. Her shower completed, she reluctantly dressed and had to add a napkin, even though it wasn't her time, to soak up all the juices she was secreting. She was beginning to think there was something wrong with her. Is this what happens when girls realize they are lesbians? It was all the she could do to get herself dressed and to the cafeteria. She got a sandwich and sat alone as the images in her mind shifted from pussies to titties. "Wow," she thought to herself, she'd never used that word before, but that is what they were. Dr. Smith sighed heavily as he re-imagined all the young breasts that he'd seen, their perky nipples and crinkled areolas. He wished he had a body to be able to physically enjoy the pleasures. She was picking at her food, lost in thoughts of pussy and breasts. "Hey girl." Her classmate slid into the booth, bumping her as she often did anything to touch her heterosexual friend without being too obvious. "You okay? You look a little...not yourself." The young woman turned to look at her lesbian friend. She'd always been open and had many different types of friends, but the timing couldn't have been any better. She grabbed the girl by the neck and smothered her lips with her own. Surprised by the sudden passion she hesitated, but soon returned the enthusiasm of the kiss with more of her own. She'd dreamed of this moment with her friend for months. After long moments of sucking each other's tongues, they broke the kiss panting. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and quickly left the cafeteria, heading to the parking lot and an old '67 GMC white panel van. They both quickly jumped into the back and began taking the other's clothes off. Before long they were rolling together on the carpeted floor feeling each other up, each girl desperately trying to bring the other off as quickly as possible. It was her first time and she was excited but she proved to be a quick learner. Both girls buried their heads between each other's thighs, screaming as their mutual lust climaxed. Both knew they weren't done. Drunk on the anticipated sexual passion, Dr. Smith forgot his plans for that moment and hung on as the rollercoaster ride continued for the next several minutes. ~~~ It was a leisurely morning at home for Mary Smith. It was one of those unseasonably warm central California days, and Mary hadn't bothered with dressing. She wore a white satin dressing gown. Her fabulous breasts caused the gown to hang open exposing the front of her lovely naked body, flat almost muscular abs, shaved pussy and magnificent long legs. Her tangerine colored toenails peeked from the white low-heeled slippers. From behind you could easily see her heart shaped ass through the sheer gown. It was the next best thing to naked, and she loved being naked. Mary had been thinking about a vacation to one of the Southern California Desert Resorts, despite the time of year they were still very warm and the one she had in mind was for nudists. She kept putting it off. Despite being the mother to the Master of the Ring of Power, she still had her quota to maintain, though she bet John would let her get way for a week to "recharge the old batteries". She was, after all, his mother. She was just finishing her glass of orange juice and was about to go into John's old bedroom, which John had helped her convert into a gym, when the door bell rang. Mary changed her direction and went to the door; she could see her neighbor George Wilson holding something in his large hands. She hadn't talked to him since a few weeks after the funeral of his wife Amanda, which was three years ago. Both she and John had attended the funeral and Mary had made some of her famous casseroles to take along. Since then they had only waved and returned greetings, but never made the time to talk. Mary opened the door and George nervously stepped in. He was so nervous about his gift that he didn't notice Mary's provocative attire. He held up a Christmas candle display made of pine tree pieces, three red candles, a red bow and five small pine cones. It was designed to sit on the mantle. He held out the display to Mary and only then did he notice the beautiful nearly naked woman before him. "Oh, George, it is gorgeous. You made it yourself. Thank you." She whisked it from his hands and smelling the pine, she said, "I have just the place for it." She carried it into the living room, cleared a spot, and put it on the mantle. "There. What do you think?" Mary asked. George Wilson was dumbfounded. He could hear her question and knew she was asking about how the candle display looked on the mantle, but he couldn't find his tongue, or to put it another way, he was imagining his tongue doing a lot more than talking. Mary had her back to him and George's attention had focused on her beautiful ass and all the things he might do to it, his gift quickly forgotten. Mary spun around to her quiet neighbor and saw his eyes widen as her large natural breasts settled in place, high on her chest, shadowing her flat belly and her bare pussy. The look on his face caused her to realize that she'd forgotten that she was essentially naked and obviously had caught the poor widower off guard. "I'm so sorry George. I am so comfortable being naked in the house; I forgot that I didn't have any clothes on. I hope you'll forgive me. Please, excuse me while I find a robe to put on." She began walking towards her bedroom. Finding his voice, George said, "No. I mean, if you are comfortable I am sure I could get used to looking at your lovely body. I am sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or stare. It is just that you look like a centerfold I once saw in a Playboy Magazine. Damn, Mary you are gorgeous." A Gift From His Father Ch. 22 Mary stopped in her tracks and smiled, lighting up the room. "Thank you George. That's the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a long time. If you don't mind, I would like to remain as I am, but only if you're sure you're fine with it." George smiled back, "I am more than fine with it. It is your home after all." "Would you like some coffee, or perhaps breakfast? I haven't eaten yet." "I could eat," George said, and thought of pulling himself between Mary's spread legs and eating her until she couldn't take it any longer. "Great. What would you like?" George smiled and said, "Anything you have would be more than fine." "Okay, why don't you follow me to the kitchen," Mary said and sauntered past him, putting extra emphasis in swinging her hips as she moved. By now the fifty-nine-year-old man was sporting an impressive bulge in his jeans and was wondering if his luck would hold long enough for him to get some relief. Mary had John sit at the counter while she busied herself, first preparing a cup of coffee for him with her Keurig brewer. George chose "Breakfast Blend", his favorite, and he was delighted that Mary and he shared a taste for good coffee. They enjoyed good conversation as Mary made a large omelet and toast. As they sat across from one another eating, laughing and talking, George not only enjoyed the meal but the view was more than he could have hoped for. He managed to only stare for brief moments at a time. When they had finished eating, and the conversation began to wane, George began to feel as if he should leave. "Mary, thank you so much for the fine breakfast, your company, the conversation, and for letting an old man admire your beautiful young body. It is the first time I've seen something that lovely in many years." "Do you have to go?" George was becoming nervous, he didn't want to leave. He wanted Mary and she seemed more than willing, but he hadn't been with anyone other than his wife in over forty years. He was just being foolish. "I am sorry, but I do need to go." Mary sensed that he wanted to stay, but was holding back. She wasn't used to being turned down. She smiled. George thought to himself, "What are you saying? You don't want to go anywhere but between those legs of hers. You've thought of nothing else since you arrived." "Mary, I'm sorry." He said shaking his head back and forth as if trying to shake out the cobwebs, "It's been a long time, I really would like to stay." Mary's smile broadened. "Good. Don't worry it's like riding a bicycle, only a lot more fun. We'll take it slow. Let's adjourn to my bedroom, what do you say?" "Yes, Mary that sounds like a good idea." She stood and so did George. Clearing the table, she put the dishes in the sink and turned back to her neighbor. He was right behind her and she pulled him close and they kissed. It was a rough kiss, a little more tongue than she was used to, after three years he was out of practice. He broke the kiss and said, "Mary, I really need to bath before we do anything intimate." "Fine," Mary said. "Let's shower together." He followed Mary into the bedroom as she easily slid her silk gown off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She walked the short distance into the massive master bathroom. Once there, she stepped into the huge shower and turned on the water. In a few seconds she was joined by George just as she perfectly adjusted the temperature. George was already sporting a good sized piece of manhood and as he stepped in behind her it slid between her legs. He moved in closer, putting his arms around her and cupping her oversize breasts in his large hands. "Hmmmm, that feels good. All of it," Mary said as she squeezed her legs closed and felt his cock twitch. Reluctantly George let her go as she turned to see his naked body for the first time. "Oh my," Mary said as she looked admiringly at the chiseled man before her. George may have been old, his once red hair now mostly white, his face marked with age lines, but below the neck he had the body of Adonis. There wasn't one ounce of fat. His abs were tight with ridges cut through, there was some white hair in his crotch, but pointing out was a hard muscle that likely hadn't gotten any real action in quite some time. As Mary admired his physique, he drew her near him again and felt her large tits mash against his chest. He grabbed her by her two firm ass cheeks and pulled her onto his waiting cock. "Hmmm, hello again," Mary said as she captured his cock again, but this time allowing him to penetrate her. She used her well-toned Kegel muscles to squeeze and caress his love tool. "Oh my God," George cried, "What are you doing and how are you doing that? It feels incredible. I don't think I have ever felt anything like that in my life, but if you keep that up I am not going to last very long." He was panting now. Mary wasn't worried about George going off before he was ready or not being able to rise to the occasion again. With her mind control ability she could simply tell him to get hard and he would. No man yet had been able to resist, particularly with her ample body as incentive. Her only regret was not being able to read thoughts like John did. Perhaps, if she asked, he would grant her that ability. She filed that away for later and returned to George who was now spraying his seed deep within her love canal. He was a little embarrassed having released so soon, and confessed, "Mary you are the first woman I have been with since my Amanda passed. I am more than a little out of practice. I hope you'll forgive me." Now Mary felt bad that he felt as if he had failed. "George I am so pleased that you chose me to be your first. But, don't worry about cumming too soon. You were simply a victim of my grip." She flexed her muscles again to make her point. "Now George, you aren't through yet. Get that cock nice and hard again, rock hard, and I will let you fuck me." George couldn't believe it; he was immediately hard, harder than he remembered having been in a long time. Mary pulled him out for a moment so that he could take her from behind while the warm water continued to help heat their passion. Holding on to the bar just above the seat Mary looked back over her shoulder and pulled George back to her pussy's entrance. "I am ready George; it is time to make up for lost time. Show me you still know how to use that big hard cock of yours." George smiled and pushed his cock into Mary once more, savoring the feeling as he entered her tight pussy. Damn, he thought, I have missed that feeling. He pushed as far as he could and Mary sighed as he hit bottom, making George's ego soar even higher. Then he pulled out slowly, very slowly. Mary responded again. He pushed back in painstakingly slowly and repeated the prior actions until he was sweating like a tai chi master performing his exercises. Finally both he and Mary couldn't take it any longer and he began to pump into her hard and fast. Mary screamed as she enjoyed the change of pace and encouraged him to go faster and harder. George was eager to comply, gripping her by her hips he built up a rhythm he was proud to achieve. Mary let him know how much she appreciated it by the whimpers and moans she emitted until she couldn't hold on any longer and let loose a loud shriek as she came hard, pleading with George not to stop. For a full minute she screamed and grunted until she was finally done. She gripped George's cock so hard he could no longer move it and he came with a loud roar. "Wow George. That was something. You are definitely a quick study. Let's clean up and adjourn to my bed." ~~~ It was a busy day on the college campus, it was finals week just before the winter break. Additionally, the football team was invited to play in a big bowl game and had been practicing long hours for days. If that wasn't enough there was some sort of large fundraiser happening that evening and there were extra trucks and vans delivering chairs, flowers and food. As she drove around the parking lot Heather found a space just as another car was leaving. She made her way to the swimming pool and the women's locker room. She was early as usual, and with her ear buds pushed into her ears, didn't hear her tormentors enter the empty locker room. They had made the mistake of trying to take her in the shower the first time, where they were just as vulnerable as she was. They wouldn't make the same mistake twice. "Go watch the door," the large blonde told the butch twins. Heather had changed into her single piece swimsuit and had shut off her iPod Shuffle. She was stuffing it into her purse when she dropped her ear buds. She bent down to retrieve them just as a baseball bat slammed into the locker where her head had been merely a second before. Instinctively Heather let out a burst of telekinetic energy that froze her attacker just as she was pulling the bat back for another try. Heather took her time and stood looking at the blonde girl. She'd not had a chance to use her new mind control gift, so she was unclear just how it worked. Nevertheless, she needed to get this bitch to leave her alone, then she remembered something one of her history teachers said. It was about the 6th century Chinese general and military strategist, Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Heather focused on the girl's face and tried to look deeper. She was soon hearing the girl's thoughts. She was frightened, unable to move and didn't know why. Heather realized that she didn't even know her attackers name and then she heard the girl say "Ellen, Ellen Brooks, my friends call me El." She didn't speak it but she did answer Heather's question. She was in the girl's mind. She had to be quick before the butch sisters returned. "Okay Ellen, listen up. You and I are going to be good buddies from now on. By that I mean you are going to be my bodyguard of sorts, while I am here at school. Do you understand?" "Yes," Ellen thought back. "I am going to release you, El. You can in no way hurt or harm me. It would be like hurting your nana." An image of Ellen's elderly grandmother came into view. It was clear how dear she was to the large blonde girl. "When Butch One and Butch Two come back you are going to convince them of your change of heart. You will have my back, you and your goons too." Heather released Ellen. The girl blinked a few times and physically relaxed her entire body. "So, I hope I didn't scare you with my bat. I was just kidding, you know," Ellen said realizing that she may have seriously hurt her friend. "I don't know what I was thinking." She called her two goons over and explained the change of plans. They hesitated for a moment until Heather gave them a little push while installing the same orders that they could no longer harm her in any way. A quick glimpse into their minds revealed that they were more than a little bisexual; they were all closet lesbians, too afraid to act on their real desires. Heather thought about fixing that, but didn't feel qualified to mess with their lives in that way, so she decided to just have a little fun instead. "Look I am going to get some extra laps in before the rest of the team gets here. Why don't you girls go ahead and eat each other's pussies until you all get off and then join me. You have a good twenty minutes before anyone should show up." The girls looked at Heather and then began to strip. As they did, Heather couldn't help but admire their bodies. They were big girls, over six feet tall, and the butch sisters were pretty muscular. Their breasts were pretty small but that was probably due to their lack of body fat. She was surprised that both had very hairy pussies, except for where they trimmed for their suits. Before long they had all joined into a small daisy chain on the cool tiled floor. Heather walked down the corridor to the pool, happy that she was again able to outsmart her adversaries. ~~~ "How do you feel?" John asked April as he took her hand in his and looked down on her as she lay in his lap. "Not too bad, considering. I do have a funny taste in my mouth." Then she remembered what she'd been doing most of the morning and frowned. "How much do you remember?" John asked as he caressed her face with his other hand. Unseen by him, April's nipples hardened. "I remember it all," she said and then she thought to ask, "How did you do that, all of that stuff and save me? John Smith you've been keeping secrets from me for a while now, out with it." John looked into her mind and was satisfied that his April was back. "It's a long story; do you want the short version or the long version?" "Start with the short and we'll see how it goes from there," April said as she sat up and realized that she was naked. "Oh, I guess I forgot to dress this morning, too." She shrugged it off and squeezed John's hands and looked into his eyes. "Tell me what's going on, Johnny. I am strong enough to deal with it." John swallowed hard and began. "The short version is that my dad left me this ring and it gives me power to control people's mind and bodies." "What, your high school ring?" April asked, looking at the ordinary ring on his finger. "Oh," John said. He'd forgotten that the ring was still disguised. He thought for a moment and then the ring changed into the most beautiful ring April had ever seen or imagined. She thought about some of the pictures of Super Bowl rings she and John had seen, but even those didn't do it justice. There seemed to be every imaginable jewel on the thick gold band and it seemed to glow on its own. "Johnny, it's beautiful! I don't think I have ever seen anything like it or could have imagined anything so breathtaking," April said as she marveled at the Ring of Power. John had to agree, it had been almost a year since he'd last looked at the ring in its natural state. It was truly the most beautiful ring in the world. "May I touch it?" April asked, finally finding her voice again. "I don't know," John said clearly toying with her. "Okay, I guess it would be alright." April smiled and ran her hands over the large jeweled ring. "Why do you keep it disguised?" she asked, half knowing the answer. "Isn't it obvious?" John replied. "I guess it would draw a lot of attention," she admitted. "But it's so beautiful. It's a shame you have to hide it." John agreed. He swallowed hard again and decided the time was right. "Apes, since you think so much of my ring I want to give you something from it." He wasn't going to ask or tell her, but simply slip his finger in her pussy and claim her with a piercing like his father had given his mother, and then explain things. But he thought better of it. Since he'd be the only one who could remove it without killing her, he decided that they should talk about it first. "You've seen the piercing that both Elizabeth and your mother have." "Yes, they are beautiful," April said. "I have asked them about it on a number of occasions," she paused. "I don't remember if they ever answered any of my questions. That's strange, isn't it?" "They are my agents; the piercings connect them to me, and through the ring they transfer sexual energy they collect to me." John went on to explain how the agent-master relationship worked as April listened; at several points her mouth fell open, not believing her ears. When John told her that he wanted to give her her own jewel so that he could never lose track of her again, she smiled and said, "Johnny most guys would give their girls a ring if they want to become exclusive." John blushed and opened his heart to her, telling her that he loved her and couldn't imagine life without her. Then he hung his head in shame, explaining that the ring is powered by sexual energy and that meant that in addition to the energy his agents collected, he had sex with a lot of women. He loved it and was hooked on it. He could never be monogamist and he didn't feel that it was fair to her. So he didn't know what to do. "That, John Smith, is the lamest excuse for a marriage proposal that I've ever heard." John looked up and into her eyes. "You mean you'd still want to be with me, marry me?" "Oh, not so fast buddy. Firstly, you haven't asked, and secondly, I still don't see a ring other than the one you want to put on my pussy lips." John beamed. He got down on one knee and said, "April Martin, will you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to be my wife?" and taking her left hand in his, slid a huge diamond ring on her ring finger. She looked at the huge diamond on her hand, it was gorgeous. Not a ring of power, but impressive nonetheless. She didn't know where he'd gotten it from. He looked up at her waiting for her response. "Well?" she said. "Oh!" Realizing what she wanted, John slid his ring finger into her moist vagina and placed his thumb where he wanted the diamond to be. When he removed his hand, she was surprised to see a large white diamond attached to her labia. She hadn't felt the piercing at all. "Ooooh, that's pretty." She touched her newest accessory and began to feel aroused. She sighed heavily and said, "Well since you've given me two diamonds how could I say no? Yes, Johnny, I will marry you!" "Are you sure, Apes? Ours will not be a typical marriage." "John Smith, I have loved you my entire life, I am not going to begin questioning my heart now. We'll figure it out." They stood and pulled each other into a tight embrace. April kissed John passionately. Just then the door burst open and Candace bounced into the room followed by Elizabeth. Still naked, they hugged and congratulated the couple. Candace embraced her daughter. "I am so happy to have you back, darling." She pushed April back to arm's length, seeing the tattoo and all the piercings gone, except one. Candace looked at her daughter's naked pussy and the large white diamond stud, which was larger than her own. "Well mother, what do you think?" April managed to twist and show off her piercing while she extended her left hand. It was an engagement ring. Candace was confused and caught off guard; she didn't expect that John would convert her, too. Then she noticed that the large diamond was void of any color or life and she understood. "It looks absolutely stunning, both of them do! Congratulations and welcome to the club!" John noticed that he was the only one clothed, and quickly remedied the situation. His clothes simply vanished. His cock was hard and ready, standing up nine inches from his body. He emitted pheromones that drove his female agents wild with desire for him. "Apes, it's time that we consummate our new relationship. Ladies, give us a little space please. April lay on the floor, her legs held open by her mother on the left and Elizabeth on the right. John knelt between them and put his large cock head at her opening. The women released her legs and April wrapped her legs around her fiancé, pulling him closer. John held off as long as he dared before he painstakingly slowly pushed himself into April. He stimulated her and she screamed her delight as he slowly entered her. By the time he was all the way in April had cum hard three times. As he settled in he grew another three inches, completely filling her. April was panting, now trying to get accustomed to John's new size. He was giving pleasure a whole new definition for her. As they watched, Candace and Elizabeth absentmindedly pulled on their nipples and strummed their pussy lips imagining the passion their master was inciting his true love. It was rare for them to be this worked up, especially Elizabeth, who was always so cool about her passion, but John was in a particularly rare mood and without any knowledge was dominating her and Candace as a master does with a slave, a sex slave. She could not help herself; she and Candace were slaves to their master's whim. They turned to each other, and as if on cue, reached out to each other and slowly reclined on the sofa, slipping into a sixty nine after first paying proper attention to each other's breasts. A Gift From His Father Ch. 22 John was now stroking back and forth in April's stuffed pussy. Her joy and pleasure was greater than she'd thought possible. She screamed as wave after wave of the orgasmic tsunami swept over her, each stronger than the previous. She finally begged John to stop before he killed her or sent her into a coma. John pulled out his twelve inch thick cock that glistened with April's juices. Addicted to his scent, the two women smelled John's cock as it emerged from April's pussy. He had worn April out and had yet to cum himself. Catching her breath, April looked at the size of his cock and thought several things at once. "Damn he's huge, how did he get that monster in me or out of me for that matter. He hasn't come yet. I want his juice, but I'd never be able to swallow that cock, let alone get my mouth around it." John read her thoughts, and before Candace or Elizabeth could react, he moved to April, bringing his huge cock to her mouth. "Try," he said. April grabbed the log with both hands and pulled it to herself, opening her mouth as wide as she could. She surprised herself as the mushroom head slid past her lips; she was careful to keep her teeth away. Then she surprised herself again, and managed to get about three more inches in. Her gag reflex seemed to have been suppressed and she began sliding back and forth on the mammoth cock. Before she realized it he was deep in her throat. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. John grunted and told her he was very close to cumming. April pulled him out of her throat but kept her lips firmly around his cock and then with a loud groan, John came. He flooded her mouth with his juice. Immediately she remembered how much she loved the taste of John's cum. She didn't know how it was possible, but it tasted like butterscotch. She drank it down, but it just kept coming and she couldn't keep up. There was so much of it she couldn't swallow it all fast enough. It dripped from her lips and down her chest onto her nipples which seemed to harden and delight in the touch of his cum. She squealed again as the sensation of John's cum on her nipples caused her to cum again. How was that possible? Candace and Elizabeth looked at John for permission, realizing that their master was in an unusual mood and had put a little something special extra in his cum. They had to have some. John nodded his approval and both women jumped April, kissing her and licking her breasts, trying to get as much as possible of the precious juices that were yet to be consumed. The amazing taste of butterscotch filled their senses and exploded through their consciousnesses resulting in unexpected ecstasy. Candace and Elizabeth both came hard. All three women were now a tangle of arms and legs writhing on the floor together, howling their pleasure for several minutes. They were finally able to settle themselves, reluctantly detangling and looking to John, eager for more, when they heard a tiny voice call from across the room. Standing in the doorway was a beautiful Latin woman. Her peasant dress hung off one shoulder exposing a large naked breast, the nipple being casually pulled as if she were twirling a lock of her rich black hair. "Excuse me, the door was opened. John, you were going to take me home?" (To be continued) A Gift From His Father Ch. 23 Thanks again to Spirit02 for editing and keeping me focused. ***** Finally they were able to settle themselves and reluctantly disengaged themselves before looking to John. They were eager for more, when they heard a tiny voice call from across the room. Standing in the doorway, her peasant dress hanging off one shoulder exposing a large naked breast, the nipple being casually wrenched as if she were twirling a lock of her rich black hair, was a beautiful Latin woman. "Excuse me, the door was opened. John you were going to take me home?" she said, but it was more of a question. ~~~ Concerned that Rocky's information may be out of date having spent the last seventy-seven years imprisoned within the Ring of Power, John reluctantly accepted his financial advice. That had been several days ago. Although he had his doubts, he hoped that he didn't reveal them. Even if Rocky was out touch, he's John D Rockefeller, one of the wealthiest men who ever lived, even a bad guess would be better than what he or Mark were capable of, not that John had money worries. But he was investing heavily in his projects and he didn't want to have to actively follow his investments. He preferred to leave that to his brokers. However, his high school buddy Mark Taylor was becoming very proficient with finances and computer programming since John had given him a little boost. He had been subtle, Mark may not have known how John had amplified his curiosity and intellect, but he may be getting a little suspicious. John told him his educated guesses had been lucky but Mark knew it was more than that. The Boutique was now open in three major shopping malls and Cindy was spending her time commuting between the three. But she and Mark had ensured their employees were well trained and paid. So, despite the added responsibilities she wasn't working any harder and had time for relaxation from time to time. For his part, John was simply a silent investor, willing to let Cindy buy him out whenever she was willing. The partnership was working well however; she loved the fact that the boutique was successful and she could finally have a life. If the truth be known, it was probably due to the fact that she was finally well rested, that is when Mark wasn't fucking her silly that she began to notice a few little things. For example, that Mark seemed to be a little bigger than she remembered when they first got together. Also, he never seemed to tire and could cum as many times as she seemed to need him to without the number of his ejaculations dropping off. She attributed it to his youth. Not that she was complaining. But if she let him, he wouldn't stop fucking her until she would beg for him to stop and she'd walk funny for the next two days. It was a good thing that he was taking classes at San Jose State University. She was worried when he first told her of his plans. She knew that she'd lose him to some young sexy coed with big tits and a nice ass. But, Mark told her he wasn't interested in anyone but her and proved it daily. She loved him, but she knew it wouldn't last. Nevertheless, she was happy to enjoy it for as long as it did. John and Mark talked daily, usually just to update John on his cash flow and alert him to any financial changes he needed to know about. So it came to John as a complete shock when Mark called to tell him how his latest investments had paid off better than they could have dreamed possible. "John, you are officially a tycoon," Mark told him. "Your net worth is now somewhere over 50 million dollars. Whoever is giving you stock market advice, don't let them go!" ~~~ Ana hated cleaning the second story bedrooms and master suite, so it made no sense to the other maids when she traded duties and agreed to take it on full time. She was the senior maid having been employed just after Carmen and Maria left without giving notice. Ana was determined to find time to secretly use her employer's very special sex toy, the Sybian. The one time had changed her life and she was eager to try it again. She knew that she'd have to be very careful, so she planned on working very hard and as quickly as possible to make sure she could squeeze in her sessions. ~~~ Drunk with power, he wallowed at his success. Who knew that he could turn an innocent teenage girl into a lesbian by his mere thoughts of seeing all those young women naked in the locker room? He continued to ride unnoticed by his hostess in the back of her mind. "She has a family, let's see how far we can take this," he thought. She entered her home only a couple of miles from the high school. Like most teens her age she went to the fridge and pulled out the jug of milk and filled a glass. All that sex had made her thirsty. Her mind was still swimming with all the things she did with her girlfriend. "I guess she really is my girlfriend now isn't she." As she walked to her room she bumped into her older brother, almost spilling the half full glass of milk. "Hey kid, watch where you're going, unless you want to be on your hands and knees cleaning up that mess? You know how mom is about eating in our rooms." Her older brother said as he stepped past her on the way from the bathroom to his bedroom. Dr. Smith got an idea. He began to tell the young girl how much she loved her brother and had lusted after him for years. It is time to act on that lust. "Follow him into his room and make your move." She remembered her earlier crush on her older brother. She did wonder what he was packing, she imagined it being a bit larger than average. She'd seen a glimpse or two of him when he was coming out of the bathroom having just finished a shower. Yes, it was time to find out just how big he was and if he knows how to please a girl. She entered his room and closed the door, leaning on it. "What's up sis? Lose your way?" She had a look on her face that he'd seen before, one of drunken lust. He'd seen it at a few of the frat parties he had attended. It worried him. "Ahh what are you doing?" he asked as she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her pink bra and flat stomach. "What I have been dreaming of doing for a long time, dear brother." Discarding her blouse she lunged at him. But being larger than her and with a few years on the football team he easily knocked her away and yelled for her to cover up and behave herself. "He's only playing hard to get," she realized as Dr. Smith whispered, "Lose the bra. Let him see what he's been missing." She stood and stared at him before she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of them. "Have you lost your mind?" he said at the same time ogling a pair of the nicest tits he'd seen in a long while, his cock hardening despite his outrage. "Come on brother, you know you've secretly wanted to get your hands on these puppies for a while. Now's your chance, we've got about an hour before mom comes home." "Are you nuts? That's incest. We are family, we don't do that. Who have you been hanging around?" he said as she slowly advanced, backing him into a corner. "For God's sake," Dr. Smith sighed and just like that he found himself within the young man's mind looking at a pair of perfect tits just waiting to be played with. "What are you waiting for, you've been trying to sneak a peek at them for years and now there they are. Go for it!" "Well. Maybe if we keep this just between the two of us. I have to admit that I have wondered what they looked like." Drawn to his sister like a moth to a flame he pulled her close and began to feel her tits. He lifted them to feel their weight and then taking one of the pink nipples into his mouth, he sucked on it as it hardened. "Oh!" panted his little sister. He was turning her on more than she thought possible. She fumbled with his belt and pulled out his hard cock. He left her tit for a moment, and pulled down her panties and skirt. She was now completely naked, and had his hard cock in her hand. She quickly sucked it into her mouth before he realized what they were doing. She marveled at how her day was going as she happily sucked her brother's cock. "I guess I am not a lesbian after all," she thought as she brought her brother off and swallowed his juices, enjoying the taste as he passionately roared as he came, filling her mouth until it ran down her chin. They sat back catching their breath, surprised at what they'd done, but feeling no guilt. She licked her lips and he stared back at her open pussy framed by soft blonde curls. He was beginning to soften, but he knew that he had to sink his cock in his sister's pussy or he'd go mad. She saw the look on his face and watched his cock begin to swell. Sitting on the floor now, she spread her legs and began to finger her pussy while curling her other index finger, beckoning him to her. Without ceremony he lunged forward and she guided him into her wet and ready pussy. She shrieked as his large cock forced her wider than she'd been before. She was tight and he tried to be gentle but he was too eager and before he knew it he was balls deep. She sighed heavily while he rested, enjoying the tight fit. "Well big brother, are you going to fuck me, or simply enjoy the view?" He needed no more coaxing, and began pulling back slowly, driving her crazy, and then slid back inside her quickly. "Come on bro, fuck me," she taunted. He began fucking her as hard as he could, each time he hit bottom his balls slapped her ass and echoed through the small room. He fucked her missionary for about four minutes before he switched and leaned her over his desk, fucking her from behind going even deeper than before. She shrieked, announcing her orgasm. "My brother made me cum," she thought as her scream died to a soulful moan. They switched places again. This time she got on top and lowered herself onto him using her hands on his chest to steady herself, then she bounced on him as she came again. He came too, flooding her with his thick seed. Just then, the door opened. Their mother stood in the doorway. The stench of their fucking assaulted her, the smile disappeared from her face and she saw her naked daughter perched on her equally naked son, both panting, both realizing that they were in serious trouble. "What are you doing? How could you do..." their mother yelled and then froze mid-sentence before continuing, "...this without me?" She ripped open her dress, buttons flying everywhere, and joined her children on the floor. She pulled her son's softening cock out of her daughter's slippery pussy and into her mouth, savoring the taste of their combined juices. She didn't remember ever seeing her mother naked, so while her mother sucked her brother's cock back to life, she released her mother's large breasts from the confines of her bra and slid her panties down her soft legs and over her heels. She took her place between those legs and ate her second pussy of the day. She quickly brought her mother to a climax, one the likes of which she'd never before experienced. Before long they had switched positions and she found herself on her hands and knees as her son fucked her from behind while she ate her daughter's pussy. Hearing the noise upstairs, he climbed the stairs and followed the sound to his son's bedroom. The sight that he saw was unfathomable. He dropped his bible and study books, pulled the white collar from around his neck, and removed his cock from his pants, his daughter quickly taking him into her mouth. Dr. Smith roared with laughter that only he could hear, as he saw how easy it was to manipulate and corrupt this family. No doubt they would be fucking each other for the rest of their lives now. He howled as he gave the pastor additional instructions to make sure to fuck his daughter in her tight virgin ass. She'd been saving it just for him. ~~~ Standing in the doorway, looking at the aftermath of the mini orgy, and obviously aroused as she pulled on her nipple as if she were simply twirling a lock of hair, she waited. Everyone looked at the girl and then at John, who merely shrugged and froze both the woman and April in place simultaneously. He turned to Elizabeth and Candace and explained who the woman was and that he'd temporarily made her believe that she was a simple hostess at a local chain of Mexican Restaurants. He explained that at the time he had had his hands full and that seemed to be the simplest solution. Both Elizabeth and Candace were taken by the young woman's beauty, despite her being a potential enemy. John explained that he froze April because he was concerned she might remember the woman who may have played a part in her mental abduction. Were that the case, she'd be dealt with, but he had more important matters to attend to. "I am going to wake the woman; I named her Linda del Rio. She will be your new maid," John told Candace. "She'll know how your kitchen is arranged and where you keep your cleaning supplies. Anything else you'll need to supply. You can build any back story you like, she'll accept it." He turned and looked at his betrothed, he didn't like freezing April and keeping her in the dark, but he needed time to figure things out, and recapturing his father was at the top of his list. In a blink he was dressed and clean, smelling wonderful to the women. Meanwhile Linda's attire had changed too. In place of her long peasant dress and sandals she now wore a black skirt, white blouse and apron. Her hair was twisted and sitting on her head. She wore worn black work shoes with white socks turned down on her ankle and a minimum of makeup. She was still stunning. She looked like a cross between Rosario Dawson and Jennifer Lopez. Her dark features only made her look more exotic and alluring. John looked at his watch. He hated to leave, but he had a lot to do and he hadn't yet figured out how to completely stop time, something he was working on. Candace thought that a maid would certainly come in handy. How would she explain this charade to April? If they were to maintain hiding the woman's true identity, she didn't want April to get close to her, particularly if she was a potential enemy. She could use her mind control on her daughter as she had before, but she didn't like doing that, worried that it may have some ill effect. "Ah, John..." she hesitated. "Master, I don't think it should be me having to explain this to April. You just proposed to her and she is an adult after all." Candace was of two minds. She was thinking maternally, but at the same time questioning her master, lover, and boss. It was getting confusing for her. But she was concerned for her daughter. It was different when they were alone, but she was in front of another agent and didn't want to seem disrespectful. John looked at Candace for a moment and realized that she was right; he was taking the easy way out. "You're right," he said, and he walked over to April and took her hands in his and spoke to her as he unfroze her. "Apes, the woman in the doorway is your mother's new maid. Linda del Rio. You are to treat her as hired help, don't get too close, she may not be here very long. It is a trial thing. You have never met her or seen her before." He kissed her gently on the lips as Candace and Elizabeth watched. "I have to go but I will call you later." April blinked, returning the kiss; it made her wet all over again. "Okay," she said meekly. John walked over to where Linda stood, still motionless, and he unfroze her as soon as he was standing in front of her. "Linda, Candace has decided that she wants to give you another chance. She hasn't been pleased with your work, but I convinced her that she should give you one final chance. As you know they don't wear many clothes around the house and I wouldn't be surprised if she required you to work only in your apron. You need this job, are you up to the task?" Candace, April and Elizabeth had forgotten they were naked. John had erased from Linda's memory what she'd seen earlier; she was only aware of what she was able to see as she awoke. She began processing the information. "Sir, I am so sorry. Thank you for standing up for me. I will work even harder," she said, eager to please. Candace took that opportunity to interject, "Very well, Linda," she said as she sauntered up and curled herself against John. "I am willing to wipe the slate clean and begin anew. Why don't you see what you can prepare for lunch? Afterwards we will reevaluate your duties and see what we can improve on." "Yes, mistress," Linda smiled brightly, turned on her heels, and headed into the kitchen. John kissed Candace after pulling her into a close hug and whispered, "Take care of my girl. I'll be back as soon as I can." He turned to Elizabeth. "If you have nothing else planned I have a job for you. Catch up with me in an hour or so." ~~~ Her phone rang, startling her, but she managed to find it among the discarded clothes and seeing who it was, she quickly opened the line with a touch of the screen. "Hello?" she decided to act innocent. "Hi, it's me. Are you alone? Can you talk?" "Sure. Go ahead." "I have to see you again. That was wild, what we did at school in my van, I mean. I didn't know that you..." She couldn't find the right words. "I mean you were so good, I don't think I've ever come that hard before." She hesitated again. "Can you get away? My folks are gone for an hour. We could explore a little more." With Dr. Smith's influence it was easy to see how anxious her friend was, "An hour isn't much time, why don't you come over here, my folks are cool, they won't mind. You could stay for dinner." "Are you sure? I thought they were...ah you know kind of conservative." "Not to worry, it will be fine. See you in thirty minutes, okay?" She didn't wait for a reply, she simply disconnected the call, moaning loudly and then panting. "Get that mouth back over here and finish eating your mother's pussy," her mother said as she pulled her son's cock out of her mouth and then licked it like a dripping ice cream cone before putting it back in and closing her lips around it. Her daughter slowly responded. It was hard for her to move too quickly with her father's cock pounding her tight little ass from behind. He was close to coming; he couldn't believe how incredibly tight his daughter's ass was. His eyes were bugging out, but for some reason he wasn't quite there yet. Dr. Smith was delighted with his improving control over the family. At first he had to bounce back and forth between each member, but soon he was able to convey his thoughts to each regardless of whose mind he was in. And soon he'd have another victim under his control. ~~~ There was a bit of a chill in the air, the temperature only reaching the mid fifties. But it was a bright and sunny day. John was mentally preparing himself to meet with Dinah Cohen as he walked through the marina towards the restaurant. He needed to be an asshole and callous. He didn't want to be like that, but Dinah Cohen deserved nothing more. "Sir, if I might add a thought?" Rocky spoke to him as his father used to from the confines of the Ring of Power through some sort of telepathy. "You don't have to be that way. It is taxing on you. Besides you've already punished her. John, perhaps if you were just yourself, be straightforward, no need to be nice. Feel free to snapping at her occasionally, to keep her off balance may be enough." "Thanks, Rocky. I hadn't considered that. But what if I forget what it was that she did? In the short time you've know me, you know that I enjoy treating people well." "In that case, why don't you simply tattoo a message on her forehead, one that only you can see and then you will remember every time you look at her?" This made John laugh loudly. "That's a Great idea, Rocky. I'll do it." A Gift From His Father Ch. 23 John arrived at the busy restaurant and he saw Dinah sitting near the window in a booth overlooking the marina. She was a beautiful woman, John had to admit, and she smiled as she saw him walking towards her. As he grew closer he took the opportunity to tattoo her with the words, "I hurt April" in bold red letters that only he could see. "Hello, master," she said and batted her long eyelashes at him. "Do you have what I asked for?" he asked as he sat down. Unfazed, she smiled and handed him a new leather briefcase. John accepted it and opened it. Inside were several "file folders", a few cassette tapes, and a large box. He opened it, and found inside a large bottle of pills that was pressed into a foam cut out, which held the bottle firmly in place. "Is this all of the drug?" He looked at the contents, noting the bottle wasn't full. "Yes, master," Dinah replied, expecting the question. "This is everything I have. I have included details regarding the party that supplied me the drugs. It's all there." John closed the case and set it on the cushion next to him just as a waitress arrived. She efficiently took their order and left. "Are you pleased master? I gave you everything you asked for. I was wondering if it would be alright if I could suck your cock. I am so horny. Since I am no longer a lesbian it's all I have been thinking about, large, small, fat, thin, cocks of all colors." Dinah asked John in a voice he never thought he'd hear the woman use. She was pleading with him. "And why didn't you take care of this before you arrived? Am I responsible for your needs being satisfied?" John looked at the woman incredulously. "Oh, no master, I just thought that you might allow me to worship your cock as tribute to you." He could see the wheels of her mind at work, trying to figure a way out of the mess she'd made. "Besides, master you've forbidden me from having sex during working hours, don't you remember?" "Of course I remember," John snapped, not willing to admit that he had indeed forgotten that in his anger he'd locked her into a routine that wouldn't give her much freedom. "Perhaps that was a bit too restrictive of me," John admitted. "Are you wet?" "Oh yes master. Would you like to feel?" "That won't be necessary. But you could remove your panties and hand them to me." Dinah's eyes opened widely as she processed the request. It was one thing to fawn over her master in public. She could only imagine what she looked like as she tried to remain dignified as she begged him. But he had asked her for her panties, which she was only too happy to surrender if it would get her his or any other cock. But was he asking her to remove them in public? "Certainly master, I shall be right back." "Where are you going?" "To the ladies room," she replied. "No need for that, take them off here," John said and smiled at her. "You aren't going to make me wait, are you?" She swallowed her pride and shimmied in her seat as she pulled her skirt up and hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties and pulled, trying to maintain her fleeting dignity she reached down and pulled her feet out, ignoring the few stares she was getting from the people nearby. When she'd finished she balled them up and attempted to hand them to John. "Are they wet?" They were indeed very wet; John could smell her from where he was sitting. "Yes, master they are soaked with my juices." "Open them up and smell them. I want you to be certain." She realized that he wasn't going to let up and she needed to acquiesce before he embarrassed her further. She needed to face the facts. Her life as she'd known it was over. He would allow her the illusion of her freedom, but she was his to toy with and do whatever he asked. She was lucky that he seemed to have more important things on his plate just now or he'd make her his project and really take her down a peg or two. She opened the red silk panties exposing the lacy gusset and pressed her nose in, taking a deep breath. Only a day or two prior, the odor would have enticed her further, but she was surprised to learn that the scent of a woman, in this case her own, no longer enthralled her. "Very good, slave," John refused to use her name. "You have learned two very important lessons. For that I am going to remove the restriction of having sex at work. You need a cock or two. It isn't to interfere with your work though. I need you to maintain your current position with the firm. Furthermore, you may say no only if saying yes will jeopardize your position." "Thank you master," She was relieved. John picked up his phone and pressed a button, waiting a moment before the familiar voice on the other end answered. "Hey boss. What can I do for you?" "Chance, are you busy this evening? I have an assignment I think you are going to like." John forwarded Chance Dinah's address and hung up. "You'll be having company about nine tonight. You're not busy are you?" She shook her head slightly from side to side. She was still holding her panties in her hand when the waitress arrived with their order. The waitress looked at Dinah as she set the food down, then asked if there was anything else they needed. Hearing that there wasn't, she left, but not before looking back at Dinah with a look of pity. John accepted her moist undergarment, and he stuffed it into his coat pocket. "You won't be needing these, in fact, I don't think I want you to wear panties or g-strings of any sort until further notice. I want you ready in the event that I should ever be in the mood to see that cunt of yours." "Yes master," she replied. It seemed to make her pleased that her master might fuck her after all, someday. John nibbled on a couple of fries that looked appealing, and grabbing the briefcase, he stood. "Be sure to tip the waitress generously." ~~~ She nervously rang the doorbell and waited. She couldn't believe what she was feeling and with whom she was smitten, it was like a dream. "Hey sweetie, come on in." The nervous teen entered the home and was quickly introduced to the family, who seemed normal enough. They were winding down from their day; the television was on, mom was in the kitchen and dad was in his office. "Let's go up to my room," she told her girlfriend. Bounding up the stairs they raced down the hall and into her bedroom before closing the door. Before the door was completely shut, they were in a passionate lip lock while their hands roamed over each other's bodies and under their clothes. Soon they were on the bed, their clothes discarded on the floor. They seemed to be repeating their earlier play as they quickly moved into a sixty-nine, their heads between each other's legs. They were so involved in what they were doing that neither heard the door open and her mother enter the room. "Hello you two, I didn't think that you'd be this far along. You couldn't wait for me?" The girl popped her head up from her friend's pussy as she watched her new friend's mother remove her dress. She noticed that the woman was completely naked underneath. She was becoming nervous but her friend didn't seem too concerned. In fact she hadn't stopped eating her pussy and she was getting near to coming. She looked at the older woman as she crawled onto the bed and they kissed. Her own hands seemed to have a mind of their own and reached out and began fondling the C cup breasts being offered to her. She was delighted and after a few moments she found herself enjoying the touch of the older woman as she and her daughter focused their attention on her. It was just as she was coming that she realized that someone else had entered the room. When she looked up she saw a large hard cock inches from her mouth. Looking up, she recognized the owner as her friend's older brother. She was a committed lesbian and had no interest in cock, but she opened her mouth and sucked her first cock in years. She seemed to know just what to do and could see that it was having quite the effect on the boy as he quickly spurted his juices into her mouth. She wanted to gag, she hated this stuff. But instead, she made a show of displaying how much cum she had gotten and exchanged it with her friend's mother. Her friend was still working on her pussy and she soon found herself coming again. Before she had completely come down from her high, she felt something warm and hard being inserted into her tight pussy. She looked up and saw Pastor Jones shoving his large cock into her. She wanted to cry out, she was a lesbian, she didn't do cock, and then she realized how silly that was, she loved cock. And she especially loved Pastor Jones' cock. It made her feel good. He really knew what to do with that thing; he was stroking into her hard and fast and she loved every moment of it. She looked up and saw her friend's brother playing with his cock as his mother squatted over his face. She decided that he had enough to do and pulled the cock to her mouth and repeated her earlier efforts. Dr. Smith was once again elated by the results of his actions. He was becoming better at controlling their minds. He wondered what his limits were as he began to formulate a plan to capture one of John's agents or his daughters, anyone that would give him enough leverage to get the Ring of Vengeance from John and allow him to keep his freedom. ~~~ There was a knock on the door, but before she could reach it, the door opened and in walked the largest black man she'd ever seen. He wasn't just tall, but was lean and muscular; the shirt he wore was almost bursting at the seams as his muscles flexed leisurely as he entered the room. Then she remembered seeing him the night she was hung on her wall, the night her entire world changed. "Good evening Dinah. I believe you are expecting me. I thought I'd let myself in." The big man walked up to Dinah. She wasn't a petite woman, but next to Chance she was dwarfed. "I am told that I am to reacquaint you with cock," he said and smiled as he looked down at her. "You've been playing for the other team for a while." Dinah almost swooned. At last she'd get properly fucked. She let out a weak response, "Why don't we go to my bedroom?" A second thought came to her mind, "as big as he is his cock must be massive." Chance followed the former lesbian through her home and into her sanctuary, a place no man had been before. It was spacious, a room befitting a queen. Chance sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to Dinah to lower herself to the floor and crawl to him on her hands and knees. She didn't think, she only responded. When she arrived at the bed she instinctively rose between his spread legs. "Why should I waste my time on someone like you?" he asked. "I am here because the boss asked me, but I know who you are and I am not sure I should help you. Convince me that I should." "Damn." Dinah thought to herself. "What's a woman got to do to get fucked?" So for the first time in a very long time, Dinah Cohen was going to tell the truth. "Sir..." "Chance, you may call me Chance," he corrected her. "Alright then, Chance, let me be honest." She paused as those words hung in the air. "I am a self-centered rich woman of privilege; well that is what I used to be. I am accustomed to getting my way. I never had much need of male company having been a lesbian since my college years back in the late 70s. But all that has changed. I realized that I am lucky I wasn't turned into an old bag lady with a withering body, living in the streets. I realize that our master knows what he is doing because this life or the one as a bag lady is far worse a punishment than death." She paused as a large tear fell from her right eye and ran down her face."The truth is that I am scared, frightened half out of my mind. Worse, I am horny as hell and need something large in my mouth, pussy and ass. I think about cock all the time and haven't any idea what to do. So, Chance..." She paused again. "Will you fuck me, make me suck your cock, fuck my ass so that I can satisfy these urges and then maybe master will find me worthy enough to rescind some of the punishment I have brought on myself." "Pussy, mouth and ass, you must have really pissed him off." Chance chuckled. "You realize that I am, let's say, rather large. I could seriously hurt you if I was... careless." Chance looked at the woman who had just admitted she was beaten. He'd seen this before, she may simply be playing him, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, I will train you. But, if you quit, it will be harder on you than you can imagine. You see, not only am I here to fuck you, but also to help decide what to do with you once your legal services are no longer required." Dinah blinked. She didn't think that she would be so quickly discarded. Would he let her live, probably as a bag lady? She shuddered as the horrible image returned. "So, why don't we see what I have to work with, stand up and get naked," Chance ordered. In a daze, she quickly rose and began to undress. She began with her skirt; she hadn't changed from her work day clothes. She removed it and saw the immediate approval; she didn't have panties on, as she'd been instructed. "Very good," Chance noted, "continue." That seemed to lift her spirits a bit and she unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it on the chair with her skirt, leaving her clad only in her red lace bra. Chance could see that it was expensive, she had good taste. She quickly shed it too and stood before him completely naked as he inspected her. "How old are you?" he asked. She wanted to ask him how old he thought she was, but realized that this wasn't the time to be coy. "Fifty four," she said, admitting her true age for the first time in years. "I wouldn't have guessed. Turn for me, slowly." Feeling better, she began to slowly turn as his eyes memorized every curve and valley of her magnificent body. Her legs were shapely and toned; where they met she kept a short cropped landing strip of brown hair that matched the color of the hair on her head. Her stomach was flat and slightly muscular, which made her C cup bust look much larger. "Lift them, your tits. Lift them up for me." She did as he had asked. "Have some work done?" She blushed and nodded. "A little," she admitted, "about three years ago." "Good work, hardly noticeable." He paused a moment. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." He was enjoying the show. She complied and displayed her tight ass hole. He could clearly see her pussy from behind, almost grasping for something to enter it. "Nice, very nice," he said. Come and kneel between my legs again, I think you are ready for your first lesson. ~~~ There was a soft but noticeable knock at the back door. Mary was already in the kitchen and walked the short distance to open it. She was wearing only her apron; it was her habit to walk around the large, empty house nude, particular since she knew that George would be stopping by. They were becoming "a thing", although Mary had warned George that she wasn't into monogamy, they both really were enjoying their morning ritual. "Mmm... you look good enough to eat," George said as he slipped into the house. Closing the door, Mary spun around on her toes allowing him to get a full 360 degree view of her fantastic body before he pulled her into his arms for their first passionate kiss of the day. "I hope you do that and more," Mary said in a delayed response to his comment. "But first, a bit of food to help you keep up your strength. You're gonna need it, I guarantee it!" Mary said as she slipped from his embrace and sauntered to the stove where she was in the beginning stages of fixing her special omelet. George slipped in behind her, pressing his hardening manhood against her fabulous firm ass and reaching around he began caressing her tits under her apron. "Hmmm...I am going to give you ten minutes to stop doing that." She giggled, appreciating the attention. As soon as the omelet was done they sat down to eat and talk like old friends. With the apron discarded George ate while enjoying the view. Mary slouched down in her chair and George laughed and teased her when her marvelous tits were resting on the table. She squealed and threw her napkin at him. They were indeed becoming very comfortable with each other. In bed, George was a patient lover and although it wasn't necessary, he made certain that Mary came at least twice before he enjoyed his own release. The only exception was when Mary insisted on manipulating him orally first. Amazingly he was always able to rise to the occasion for a second, third or fourth round, despite his age. Of course, he didn't suspect that Mary's mind control played any part in his vitality. ~~~ Linda worked in the kitchen, preparing enough food for the three women. She assumed they were lesbians or nudist; it really didn't matter to her as she was being well paid; so what if they were a bit eccentric. She shuddered thinking about what John said though, being asked to work in the nude. "It could be fun," she thought to herself, but knowing how horny she always was, she'd probably wind up fingering herself several times a day. Just thinking about it now was making her pussy drip. She quickly focused on the task at hand. She had prepared homemade chicken tortilla soup, and ham and turkey sandwiches. She made a note to buy some groceries. When she called the women, she was pleased to see that they had dressed. Not that she minded them being nude, but it was a bit of a distraction. That puzzled her. She seemed to think that she was attracted to both men and women. She laughed to herself, she just loved sex and she wasn't partial to where it came from. She tried to focus on the job, which was why she was in trouble. It was difficult to stay focused on the work, but she needed this job, the pay was exceptional. Where would she find a job like this that included room and meals? She was determined to work harder. She didn't have a choice. ~~~ Dinah found that with Chance everything was proportional. Even as she began sucking on his soft cock, which was about eight inches, training her throat and gag reflex, she realized that soon it would be too big for her to hold in her mouth. He was a giant man; of course his cock would be gigantic. But she was elated to finally have what she'd been craving for so long. She worked hard to show him just how much she appreciated him training her. Soon her jaw was aching and she could only get the mushroom head in her mouth. She was very careful to guard her teeth. Chance had warned her; that was an unforgivable blunder. Using her hand she massaged the long cock, while following his instructions she licked and sucked on his huge balls. She even managed to take one in her mouth. She was indeed a quick learner and she was surprised at how turned on she was; she was nearly ready to climax and her pussy was dripping wet. In a controlled voice that didn't betray how well she was doing, Chance told her, "You are doing very well." He had to concentrate not to enjoy the tongue bath that she was giving his manhood. "I believe that you are ready to be pierced. When was the last time you had a man inside you?" Dinah was on the edge, she reluctantly pulled her mouth away from him, panting now, his cock all she could think of. He was going to fuck her. That thought alone nearly made her cum. "The last time..." She tried to think. "...was in college. It was my freshman year. He came I didn't." "So," Chance said, with raised eyebrows, "You've never been with a man." Not until he said it did she realize the truth, she had never been with a man, having sworn off men after the last of several unsatisfying experiences. But now, she thought, and before she could finish the thought, he pulled her to her feet and bent down and kissed her. A Gift From His Father Ch. 23 The kiss was all encompassing and Dinah swooned. When she awoke she was lying on her bed, the giant was naked lying on his side next to her. She looked at him. His body was chiseled muscle, from his broad shoulders and massive arms to his "washboard abs", looking at him she finally understood the meaning of the term. "Good, you're back. I didn't want to start without you enjoying this first part." She looked at him and then down between his legs. His huge cock was pressed against his stomach, at least twelve inches long, black and shiny, and looking like a third leg. "I want you to do the honors," he said as he moved over her and she spread her legs to accommodate him. She reached for him with both hands, and bringing him to where her legs met, she waited for further instructions. "Rub the head back and forth until you find your opening." She did as he instructed, looking down as she moved his cock back and forth, opening her pussy wide until the tip of his cock was in the proper place and she stopped. She was trembling now, on the edge, secreting copious amounts of her juices knowing in a moment she would have a man, a real man, within her for the first time. It was like losing her virginity again. Chance paused as he looked down and could read her face knowing instinctively what she was thinking. "I am going to push inside of you now, don't let anyone ever tell you differently, this is the most blissful feeling for a man, second only to when he comes. I love this part and intend to take my time." He slowly pushed forward, opening her wider and wider. She was tight, almost like a virgin. As soon as the head popped through, Dinah came. She screamed. "Ahhh. Oh, it's so good, more! Mmmore!" Chance smiled. He still had ten more inches for her. This is going to be good. He pushed in and soon had more than half in. Dinah continued to come, seeing stars as she was filled more than ever in her life. "Ahhhheeee!" Going for broke, Chance wanted to see how much more she could take and pushed hard. He wasn't surprised when he hit bottom, but he was surprised he was all the way in, balls deep. It was indeed rare to find a woman that could take all of his amazing size. By now Dinah's eyes had rolled back in her head, she had never felt this full before. Chance decided to wait for her to settle down and enjoyed the feeling of being completely immersed, something he rarely experienced. After a minute Dinah calmed down, she was still stuffed, and realized that Chance was all the way inside and hadn't moved. "Oh my God," she thought, "he only put it in me. He hasn't begun to fuck me yet. I may not live through this. He may fuck me to death." Then she began laughing. "Hey girl, are you alright?" Chance asked. He was about to begin. Tears were rolling down her face, she nodded. "Good, because you are about to be fucked silly," he said and began to back out slowly. "Oh," Dinah cried. Her pussy was clenching the mammoth cock and now it was being ripped from her grip. He agonizingly slowly pulled almost all the way out. When he had only the tip remaining inside, he pushed quickly back inside her. He hit bottom again and Dinah moaned as the being full feeling returned. Before she could fully enjoy the feeling she was beginning to love, he began backing out again. Then he pushed back faster, this time bouncing off the bottom and increasing his pace. The long hard strokes became faster and faster. From deep within her, intense warmth began to build in her pussy and expand outwardly rapidly as Chance pounded her ever harder as her moaning became more frequent. Her legs were spread wider than she thought possible as she was being split in half. "Ahhhheee!" She howled as the most mind blowing orgasm yet exploded through her body, and with her last ounces of strength she squeezed her pussy tightly, triggering Chance's orgasm. He roared and filled her pussy with more cum than she had had deposited in it in her entire life. Chance grabbed the woman and rolled over on his back, leaving Dinah squatting over him, still impaled on his massive tool. She was panting and sweating as she fell forward on his hairy chest. "That was amazing", she thought. "I have never been so thoroughly fucked. Had I had a man like this when I was in college I'd never have explored sex with my roommates." Then she realized that he wasn't deflating, he was still hard. She looked up at the giant she was straddling and he flexed his hard cock, confirming that he was ready for more. "You didn't think we were done so soon, did you?" She sat up on the huge cock enjoying the fullness she'd never felt until today and looked at her lover knowing that it wouldn't take much for her to get off again. ~~~ Elizabeth enjoyed the lunch made by the former Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance, who now believed that she was Candace Martin's maid. She wondered what job John had for her and which of her skills she'd be asked to call upon. She left the Martins to themselves. April was now herself and Candace was happy to have her daughter back, but she couldn't help but wonder what the addition of a maid, the former mistress of the Ring of Vengeance, would have on the family. As she walked to her car, she felt her panties sticking to her pussy, reminding her that she should have taken a shower; she kept spare clothes in the car. But, John had an assignment for her. "How about that, John finally proposed to April," she thought as she buckled herself in and started the car. Within the car's confines she could easily smell herself and the sex of the others and decided that she needed to go home first to shower and change her clothing. There was no telling how long she'd be on assignment, nor what the assignment might entail. She had been practicing her invisibility, and so far was able to make her panties disappear along with the rest of herself. It was something that Dennis found to be hilarious as they practiced. Who could blame him, she too found it funny as she walked around the house, the only thing visible her bra and its overfilled cups. They both agreed that with several more hours practice she should be able to achieve the goal of complete invisibility while clothed. She would practice every chance she got. She didn't want to let John down and she hated to lose any more of her favorite outfits. As she pulled into her parking space, she decided to try again. This time she managed to vanquish everything from the waist up. She laughed loudly as she looked down and saw her pants and sandals still sitting behind the wheel of her car. ~~~ John had begun to enjoy his discussions with Rocky. He wasn't at all like his father, who always seemed to be guarded and appeared to hold back on specifics. Rocky was honest and helpful. He even showed John how to monitor the submissions from his agents and in such a way that he could easily see who was meeting and exceeding their quotas, thus allowing him to know exactly how much energy he could expend and how long it would likely be before it was replenished. Rocky also showed John how to more efficiently store unused energy and build his reserves. This would come in very handy should he ever be in another fight for his life. But most of all, John enjoyed his sense of humor and outlook on life. He seemed to enjoy his role, even embracing it, unlike his father who of course was simply looking for ways to escape. A message from Dennis interrupted their chat, alerting him to the fact that his father was preparing to make a move. John realized that his father seemed to be growing in strength, he didn't understand how he knew this, but he knew it was true. Rocky told him that there has never been an escape from the ring and since this was a first, it was likely that the ring was enhancing John's senses to assist in his father's capture and return to the prison. "The ring is very distressed about your father's escape," Rocky told John. "The ring is alive?" John asked, hearing the statement again as if for the first time. "In a way, perhaps sentient would be a better way to describe it," Rocky told him. "And it likes you, better than any of the last several masters that have worn it. Keep doing what you are doing." That statement caused John to blush. Up to now, he really had no idea how he was doing. His father never told him the ring was aware and whether or not he was doing a good job. "Thanks, Rocky!" he said after recovering. "I had no idea." Rocky continued to relay the ring's wishes and that it understood that his plans to recapture Dr. Smith seemed reasonable, but that should he fail the ring would act unilaterally. John didn't like the sound of that and knew that despite the ring being sentient, it wasn't human and likely lacked human compassion. John was certain that his plan would work; he only needed to wait for his father to reveal his plan. ~~~ After finishing their mini orgy, they showered and changed into comfortable clothes before they all piled into Pastor Jones' minivan. They had no idea where they were going and that didn't concern them in the least. They all had pleasant smiles on their faces and enjoyed the Christian music that came though the car's stereo system. Even the former lesbian, dressed in the borrowed conservative clothing, looked and acted the part. Dr. Smith bounced back and forth from one to the other, but mostly made sure the good pastor drove below the speed limit to their destination. It was time. ~~~ Dennis, still working under the cover of his shape-shifting disguises, alerted John they were on the move. John made sure they were ready. His agents had all been briefed and were prepared. John was certain that his father would be coming after one of his daughters so he stationed himself nearby. Everyone was on alert. ~~~ George was puttering around his house, making small repairs and doing the necessary maintenance that one must do in order to maintain a house, when the doorbell rang, followed by several knocks. He wasn't expecting anyone. He climbed down the short ladder he was using to change out the light bulb in the kitchen and marched to the front door. He was expecting to find a girl scout selling cookies, but was startled to find an entire family standing on his porch, five in all. They looked like Jehovah's Witnesses or Mormons; he could see the older male wearing a religious collar. George opened the door. "Hello. What can I do for you?" he asked. "Invite us in," the reverend said. "What?" George asked certainly not expecting that request. Dr. Smith was getting anxious and leapt into the unguarded mind. George said, "Where are my manners, please come in. Make yourselves at home." Before he closed the door behind him, Dr. Smith had probed George's mind and learned everything he needed to know. It was better than he'd hoped. George was fucking his wife, or to put it correctly, his widow. He'd be able to get her alone easily and then he'd have her. Mary was out. It was still early in the evening, too early for her to be out looking for sexual adventures. Dr. Smith had never told his son how angry he was that he had turned his own mother out to prostitute herself for his benefit. She seems to have kept George in the dark as to her lifestyle. Nevertheless, he had planned on using George's home as a launching place to capture his widow. This would only make things easier. As Pastor Jones and his family made themselves comfortable, Dr. Smith found himself becoming angry; George Wilson was fucking his Mary. Perhaps he'd have to do something about that once he had Mary under his control. George, under Dr. Smith's control, remained motionless, standing in the foyer for several minutes, while the Joneses did as they were told and made themselves comfortable. When Dr. Smith had gotten all the information possible from the man, he decided that he should be a good host and see to his guests. He heard the family in the den and walked the short distance to join them. What he didn't expect to find was Pastor Jones with his pants around his ankles as he was fucking his daughter from behind, while she was eating out her girlfriend, while the pastor's wife was on her knees and naked, sucking her son's cock. "What the hell?" George said, voicing Dr. Smith's thoughts. Pastor Jones turned to the surprised host and said, "You told us to make ourselves at home." Just as Dr. Smith was about to leap from George and restore order, the doorbell rang again. Not stopping to peek through the peephole, George opened the door to find Mary waiting. She quickly pushed him in and captured his lips with hers. ***** To be continued. More to come, watch this space! if you like what you've read, please score...5's are appreciated! A Gift From His Father Ch. 24 Thanks again to Spirit02 for editing and keeping me focused. ***** Pastor Jones turned to the surprised host and said, "You told us to make ourselves at home." Just as Dr. Smith was about to leap from George and restore order, the doorbell rang again. Not stopping to peek through the peephole, George opened the door to find Mary waiting. She quickly pushed him in and captured his lips with hers. The kiss was intense, much more passionate than Dr. Smith remembered. This kiss was steamy and hot and it confused Dr. Smith. Either she'd learned a lot more since John put her out whoring or she'd fallen in love with this oaf. Perhaps, he thought, she'd fallen out of love with him. Or maybe she never really loved him in the first place. Dr. Smith was stunned. But George was back in control and he leaned into the kiss, much like an experienced driver would turn into a skid. Together their passion soared. When they gently parted their lips, they were both breathless and stared into each other's eyes like you'd imagine lovers would, basking in the afterglow of a single kiss that spoke volumes. Mary was about to speak when George spoke first. "This is a surprise! What can I do for you?" Just as she was about to answer, she heard a scream of passion coming from further in the house. "George, are you holding out on me?" She broke their embrace and followed the sounds to the den, with George in close pursuit. When she arrived she saw the family much the same way that George had left them, only sweating and panting but still fucking like rabbits. "Mary, I can explain this," he said. George didn't know how to explain it and he didn't even know who these people were and why he'd let them into his home, other than the fact that they had asked him to be invited in. ~~~ "John," Elizabeth spoke excitedly into her cell phone, "this may be nothing, but your mother's neighbor just got an unexpected family drop in on them. They were dressed very conservatively. I didn't get a clear reading on my phone so it is hard to tell for sure unless I enter the house. Wait a minute. Mary just came home and went directly over there. Funny too, I am picking up all sorts of sexual energy being released. If I didn't know better I'd think there was an orgy going on." "Hmmm..." John said. "Go in, observe, and report back. Intervene only if you think that mom is in danger." ~~~ Dinah was on her hands and knees on her bed as Chance held her ass and continued his assault. She resisted at first, only to be surprised just how much she enjoyed being sodomized. Chance was huge and she never thought she'd be able to take him back there, but by taking their time and using plenty of lube, Chance squeezed in. Dinah was shocked at how good it felt; she couldn't get enough. Chance was careful to clean up as he alternated between her holes; after all, John hadn't inoculated her from all disease as he had his agents. But now he was heading for home. Dinah had already cum twice and was on the verge of cumming again, so Chance decided to finish up. Dinah seemed committed to her new life. Perhaps committed was too strong a word; she seemed to accept it. Chance would give John a favorable report and perhaps he'd keep her around a little longer. He did feel a little sorry for her, but only a little. She came from privilege; moreover she was arrogant and needed to be taken down a few pegs. Chance had seen people like her all his long life. Once taken down they became remorseful and imagined how life would have been different for them had they not been so quick to judge others without considering their circumstances. He was close and both of them were sweating profusely. Dinah's ample hanging breasts were slapping against one another and her hair was plastered against her face. She howled as she came for the third time since Chance had entered her ass, squeezing it tightly. She'd lost count of the total. That was just what Chance was waiting for as he erupted and emptied himself into her rectum, which caused Dinah to squeal harder, as if her own orgasm had doubled. Later they would learn all of the nuances that John had added, such as when her lovers cum in her ass, she'd cum too. And if she was already cumming, then the feeling would multiply. Dinah fell forward on to the bed as Chance's huge cock softened and pulled free, leaving her asshole gaping wide with cum dripping out. It would take several minutes before it would close. Chance admired his work; Dinah was a mess, but totally satiated for the first time in days. "Come on." Chance said, "Let's go have a shower. And if you're good I'll let you suck my dick for a while." Dinah perked up. "I could suck Chance's cock again," she thought. Despite her fatigue, she jumped at the opportunity and raced past the giant into the bathroom to ready the shower. ~~~ "A party and you didn't invite me? Shame on you, George." With that said, she began unbuttoning her blouse and pants as she slid out of her sandals. George watched stunned as Mary tossed her blouse aside and reached behind her back for her bra snaps. "What are you waiting for George? Strip." Using her mind control powers Mary made George comply, while inside Dr. Smith seethed. He jumped back into Pastor Jones and attempted to bring him out of his unlawful carnal congress with his daughter. But all he did was make him aware of Mary who was nearly naked as she shimmied out of her pants, pulling her panties off in the process. "Hello gorgeous. Glad you could come to our little impromptu party," Pastor Jones said as he pulled out of his daughter and pulled the naked newcomer to him by her extended hand. "You are just too beautiful to look at, do you mind if I taste your treasures?" "By all means," Mary said and turned to George. "Don't be a stick in the mud, there's an open pussy waiting for your big cock." George didn't resist. As he slid his cock into the preacher's daughter, she moaned and looked over to see their host finally joining in, then returned to eating her girlfriend's pussy. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying the taste. Lying on her back, Mary stroked the pastor's hard cock as he sampled Mary's ample breast. Inside the mind of the minister, Dr. Smith howled with anger. He'd lost control of the group, but his target was just in front of him. He shook his head in disgust as he watched his Mary acting the slut, the slut his son had turned her into. His Mary, pure and precious, dedicated only to him, having carnal relations with anyone and everyone. It was too much. But he would fix that! He'd possess her. He'd change her back into the woman that was his alone. Having enjoyed both her magnificent tits, leaving her nipples poking out an inch, the pastor's focus shifted as Mary rubbed him back and forth across her waiting opening. That grabbed his attention. With very little effort he pushed his cock between her lips and plunged down into her tight, warm depths. The feeling was incredible as he slid deeper. Dr. Smith recognized the familiar feel of Mary's velvet pussy, enjoying it again, just as much as the first time. For a moment he was torn. He was ready to claim his prize again, but the reverend's strokes felt too good and so familiar that he was reluctant to leave. Then he thought of what it would feel like to enjoy Mary's enhanced passions and remembered his end game. She was the perfect candidate. So without any further deliberation Dr. Smith transported his essence into his former mistress and mother of the Master of the Ring of Power. ~~~ They left the bathroom; Chance ducked to get through the door and entered the bedroom. Dinah darted past him to the bed, quickly pulling away the dirty linen and replacing it with clean sheets that she stored nearby. She was quick and efficient. Her naked body jiggled as she moved around the bed. Chance admired the woman's physique. He was tempted to hang around longer, but he'd completed his mission and John would be pleased. Just then the doorbell rang. It was late. "Expecting someone?" Chance asked her, wondering if he was being conned. "No!" Dinah gasped. She was hoping to get more of Chance's wonderful cock. "Well, you better go and see who it is," he said. Dinah walked towards the door, pausing beside where her robe hung, and looked back at Chance. He nodded. She pulled the sheer robe off the hook and slid it around her body, putting her arms through the sleeves as she walked. She turned on a few lights as she made her way to the door. Peeping through the cutout in the door she saw a petite woman with fiery red hair looking up at her as though she could see her through the door. "Oh my God," Dinah gasped. ~~~ As Dr. Smith materialized within Mary's mind he was shaken violently as he felt the immense pleasure she was receiving as the pastor stoked his cock back and forth in her pussy. Her pleasure was immense and yet it he could feel it building. Any average woman would have been climaxing continually at this level of stimulation. He steadied himself using Mary's thoughts to help him. She was accustomed to this level of passion with more to go before she would cum. He then felt the overwhelming joy that she was feeling. She was enjoying being a whore, he thought. "Well, enjoy it while you can." He looked around her mind and saw many familiar sights. Despite the orgy going on and how it dominated her consciousness like a jumbotron on the front wall of her mind, he saw many other smaller screens with frozen images of the people in Mary's life, past and present. There were Mary's parents, childhood friends, grandparents and other family members Dr. Smith didn't recognize. Then larger screens came into his view. There was George Wilson's face frozen on a screen, and then on a very elaborate screen was his son John. Apparently he, like most sons, held a particularly high place in his mother's heart. Dr. Smith swept past several other screens searching for what he knew had to be there until he found it. On a small screen, hidden by many others he saw it. He almost didn't recognize himself; he had been a much younger man then. But the screen was dusty, and although not in black and white, the colors were faded. The picture looked a little washed out. Nevertheless, he grew nearer and the image began to move. He was seeing things through Mary's eyes. It was one of their first encounters, he recalled. They were on his yacht off the coast heading down to Santa Barbara. He remembered that day. It was the day that he decided that she would be his alone. The memory ended and as if rewound he saw his face like it was when he first found the screen. "More," he said. Many scenes began to play at once, dividing the small screen into many smaller screens. He mentally reached out and saw the day that Mary had told him she was pregnant. She didn't seem to be as happy as he remembered her being. He touched another and she was holding her baby John and trying to get him to hold his son, but he refused. Another was during their love-making; Mary was going almost out of her mind unable to stop from cumming and unable to catch her breath, then the screen went blank. He remembered that she often blacked out. He was proud of himself. As if on cue, he heard the pastor roar as he came, flooding Mary with his seed. She came with him. That was odd, Dr. Smith thought. "She came after a total stranger shot his dirty seed into her. Well, looks like I need to do some house cleaning." ~~~ His phone rang, and he caught it in the middle of the first ring, "Yeah." "I was right on both counts, he's here and he appears to have occupied Mary," she said as she looked at her iPhone 6 technical display. "Can you see Mary's front porch?" The question seemed to stun Elizabeth and she pondered it before answering. It didn't make any sense, but then she considered who was asking it. "Give me a second," she replied as she moved into place unseen. "I can see it." "Is there anything there?" It was an odd thing to ask, but she responded quickly this time, "Just the welcome mat." "Good," he said. Before she could ask why, she heard a strange whooshing sound and John materialized on the front porch in a quick burst of light that quickly faded. He sprinted across the two well-manicured lawns to the front door that Elizabeth quickly opened. "Back there," she pointed knowing that he could see her while she was invisible. She followed him as they made their way back to the room where the mini orgy continued. Both Rocky and the ring itself told John that Dr. Smith indeed inhabited his mother's mind. The pastor was startled by John's arrival and pulled his quickly shrinking cock from Mary with a small pop. He was relieved that John paid him little attention, and seated himself in a La-Z-Boy®, catching his breath. Looking at the action there were nine more holes left to choose from. Mary sat up on her elbows, cum slowly dripping from her beautiful pussy, her eyes beginning to focus on her son. A smile slowly formed on her lips. It wasn't a friendly smile, but one of cunningness. "I've captured your queen, Johnny, check! She's mine again and I plan to do a little redecorating. You won't recognize the ole girl when I am done." Then she let out a wicked cackle, one that could have come from "the Wicked Witch of the West" herself. ~~~ "Well are you going to let me in or not?" asked the voice from behind the door. "You know I can see you." She had completely forgotten about her. "Shit," she cursed under breath. "What should I do?" Imagines of the bag lady flashed fresh across her mind. Chance stood barefoot, dressed only in his pants, staring across the foyer at his student who seemed to be frozen with fear. "What are you trying to hide from me?" the voice of the petite woman asked from behind the door. "Let her in," Chance said as he slipped his size fourteen loafers on his bare feet as he looked around for his shirt. Dinah wanted to warn him, but she didn't know how to explain it. So she simply acquiesced and opened the door, admitting the tiny woman. "It's about time," she looked over Dinah as she stepped in and Dinah closed the door. Noticing she was clothed in a robe that did nothing to hide her charms, the woman said, "Oh I see now you're entertaining. Where is she? I'll bet it's the young thing you were telling me about. So you finally captured her. You don't mind if I sample her, too?" Dinah didn't answer, but only stared at Chance. The little lady realized that she wasn't getting through. She looked up into Dinah's eyes to see she was looking away and her expression told her she wasn't looking at the young woman. She pivoted quickly and saw the giant standing in the doorway to the living quarters. She took him in; shirtless he revealed the chiseled muscles of a gladiator; every visible muscle was clearly defined. "A male, why is he here?" The petite woman asked as she boldly stepped forward for a better look. "Why is he here, Dinah?" She asked and turned to look at the frightened woman. "I've got a better question," Chance said. "Why are you here and who are you?" "He speaks?" She looked back at Dinah and then back at the giant. "Who said that you could speak?" She looked at Dinah again. "Why is he speaking to me?" Chance took a few steps forward, "Look I don't know who you are or what you want, but..." Before he could finish his statement the little woman stepped forward and reached out with her hand in the air and lifted the giant, turning him horizontal. She threw him through the wall and into the next room leaving a gaping hole with broken pipes, water spraying out and lights flickering. ~~~ John was momentarily stunned as he watched, horrified that his father had indeed entered his mother's mind and planned on doing her harm. He had to stop him, but how? Without thinking any further, John reached out with his mind, watching his mother for any adverse effects as he imagined himself creating a seal around her brain, one through which his father wouldn't be able to pass. From there he focused his mind, looking for the part of her brain where his father's consciousness hid. Using powers he didn't know he possessed, he found his father in the Temporal Lobe. He quickly reduced his seal around that part of her brain so that his father wouldn't be able to do damage to any other part of his mother's brain. ~~~ Dr. Smith walked about the recesses of Mary Smith's mind. He was bothered by one thing in particular. She seemed to have no real memories of him. She knew she had given birth to his son John and that she still received a generous monthly stipend to help her pay her expenses. But she didn't seem aware of the good times they had had together and perhaps that explained why his video was dusty and buried in the back of her memories. "Well, that's going to change." Dr. Smith thought aloud and with a thought he moved his video screen to the center next to John's and George's and over all the rest. He thought about tearing down the other two, but he didn't want to harm his once mistress, he was simply hurt that she didn't seem to remember him or even ask about him. She never once told John any stories of him or compared the two. ~~~ "Zachary?" Her eyes seemed to focus on John, but she didn't see him, she saw his father, her long dead lover. "You're alive?" Had the Jones family been paying attention they would have thought that Mary had lost her mind. After first sounding like a cackling witch, she now sounded like she'd discovered a long lost lover. Pastor Jones decided it was safer to rejoin the group and found an open hole that needed attention. His daughter's girlfriend squealed with delight as he began to lick at her unattended pussy. By now George was getting a royal blowjob from the pastor's wife while their daughter sat on his face as she explored her brother's balls, stroking his cock back to life. Aware of what his mother was thinking, John thought it best to humor her and in the blink of an eye was naked and presenting his hard cock. "Yes, Zachary, that's what I need. You always seem to know what I need. Look I am open and ready for you. Take me the way you used to." With that Mary turned on her hands and knees and presented two tempting targets for her lover. "Come on Zachary," she wiggled her ass enticing him. "Two of your favorite fuck holes, come and get it." John knew his father was "redecorating" as he said and the best way to handle things was to be inside her, mind and body. So John wasted no time, impaling his mother with his massive cock, causing her to squeal with delight. "Do it Zachary, mmmm...yes you know the way I like it!" As John physically entered his mother, he extended his consciousness so that he could see and communicate directly with his fugitive father. "It's over dad. Leave mother alone. It is time for you to return to you cell." Dr. Smith looked up from what he was doing, moving the video monitors around so that they impacted Mary's memories and putting them in the order of importance that he wished and saw an image of his son. "Oh, so there you are. What do you think of what I have done so far?" He held the video screen with images of Mary and George smiling and engaging in conversation. "This one I think I will destroy completely." "Stop, you are hurting mother. Don't you care?" John pleaded with his father. "Care? Of course I care. That's why I am doing this. I care for her so very much. The others meant nothing. Mary was special. But now you've gone and ruined everything. Perhaps she should forget you too." He tossed aside the video screen with George and Mary; it attached itself to a nearby wall shrinking considerably in size. He reached for the giant screen that depicted John and his mother; some were scenes of him growing up and her caring for him. One scene that surprised him was of his mother watching his father playing with his young son. It was as if he were teaching his son a story or a riddle. He made his young son laugh. Other scenes portrayed him a few days ago as he spent his special day with his mother, her as both lover and son. They had amazing sex together and afterwards laughed and played like they had all John's life. A Gift From His Father Ch. 24 It was the first time was able to see him as his mother did. She was proud of the man he'd become. But despite all the sex that she was now enjoying, he was and always would be the most important person to her. She cherished their time together, particularly now when she knew how valuable his time was. He'd given her an entire day all to herself. "This has to go," Dr. Smith roared as he pulled the video off the wall. "He's ill. You realize that don't you John?" Rocky interjected. "He's almost completely mad. It is due to his time away from the ring. It has brought on a peculiar psychosis. He'll be fine once you bring him back." Willing it, John closed the shell around Dr. Smith wholly engulfing him and cutting him off completely from his mother. Dr. Smith struggled and screamed like a madman, but he was captured. There was no escape. Dr. Smith was quickly and quietly sucked back into the Ring of Power, where he would await his fate. John looked horrified at the ruins of his mother's memories, video screens hanging haphazardly from their perches, some screens blank, others rippling with crazy lines or what used to be referred to as "snow", tiny black and white dots that what we now call pixels. He might have saved the rest of her mind, but she'd be changed and may not remember him or any of her life at all. "Put it back the way it was." Rocky said. "I don't know how." John said. "I got here too late. I don't remember where anything was before dad started 'redecorating'. What can I do?" "John, I am going to let you in on a little secret. You don't have to always know how to do a thing to make it be. Sometimes all you need do is to think of the end result and it will happen. So fix your mother's memories and let's get out of her mind." John realized the truth in what Rocky had said and did just that. "Return mother's mind and memories to the state they were in before father entered her." Just like that, everything was back the way it had been. He smiled and was about to leave when he realized that his father did have a point. He enlarged his father's video screen and dusted if off. The painful memories wouldn't be painful any more. It would be easy for her to talk about his father and tell him about his father. Images on the screen began to change and he saw his father playing with him as a young boy and then spending time talking and laughing. Suddenly, John realized he knew how his father had escaped. He smiled and slowly slipped out of his mother's mind, coming back to reality where the orgy continued unabated. His mother was bouncing under his relentless pounding, her large round breasts bounced back and forth as he leaned forward letting the calves of her legs rest on his broad shoulders. She was screaming she was coming, as hard as she had ever come. One of the benefits of having sex with the Master of the Ring was that his women would have multiple orgasms of gargantuan proportions; nothing could compare with the pleasure and joy they had during their coupling. Realizing that he may cause his mother to black out he slowed and pulled out, holding her close. The room was filling with the sounds of people fucking and sucking. John made a few towels materialize in strategic places as he read each mind, quickly learning the story of how things began and how each one felt. He decided it was safe to let the orgy continue a little longer, giving each man much more stamina. They would outlast the women, if necessary. He saw Elizabeth sitting on the couch, still invisible to everyone else, watching, eager to join in but not forgetting her job to protect Mary. John told her the danger had passed and she was free to join in if she desired. She agreed and peeled her tight clothing from her body and then materialized in the midst of the group. She pulled Pastor Jones away from his daughter and her new girlfriend and took his massive cock deep into her throat. The pastor's son crawled over to Mary and she pulled him to her breast allowing the young man to fondle her while she licked his cock like a lollipop. George busied himself with the pastor's daughter and her girlfriend, letting the daughter bob her head over his cock while he licked the young girlfriend to another climax. This left John to pleasure the pastor's wife; this was all new to her, but what she lacked in experience she made up for with enthusiasm. She had soon mounted John and was riding his big cock like a naked cowgirl. Her tiny breasts grew larger and firmer than they had ever been, despite their bouncing and jiggling. As she enjoyed the ride the years of cellulite and fat left her body and her figure returned to that of her twenties. It would be funny to see her clothes hang on her trim body. She'd need a new wardrobe, but she wouldn't regret it in the least. It wasn't long before everyone had fucked themselves into exhaustion. John decided that they would decide as a family to either continue their incestuous behavior or revert back to their lives before Dr. Smith arrived. It would simply be their decision, if they decided on the latter it would be like it never happened. Mary would now be able to tell George about what she did when they weren't together and if he couldn't accept that, he too would get a reset. Elizabeth pulled her now visible clothes on as the others began to dress; the pastor was the first to notice how much thinner his wife looked, and how baggy her outfit seemed, except for her breasts which were barely contained in her dress. Her bra was now way too small and she stuffed it into her purse along with her panties that were now too big. The new friends exchanged goodbyes and the pastor and his group departed, leaving Mary, George, John and Elizabeth. John did his amazing clean and dress ritual and took care of Elizabeth too, which left Mary and George to sort things out between themselves. As John was about to depart his mother called to him, they hugged and she asked, "Have I ever told you how much you remind me of your father?" John smiled and replied, "No, I don't think you ever have." "Well it's true." They kissed gently and soon John was sitting in Elizabeth's BMW 760Li, as they discussed their next destination. "I guess we can head home." John said. No sooner did the words leave his mouth than his phone rang. It was Chance. "Hey big guy, how's it going?" On the other end was a frantic Dinah. "Master, you must get here at once." He heard the sound of breaking furniture and the noise of a grand battle being fought. "My former mistress is here and she has attacked Mr. Chance. I think she means to kill him. Please hurry." ~~~ Jacqueline Winchester Smith wandered through her massive mansion occasionally letting her hands land on mantles and furniture, checking to see if the "help" had been dusting, still dressed in the attire she wore to the cocktail party and fund raiser, and carrying her expensive high heel pumps. It was an elegant royal blue number, which fit her tightly and showed off her dynamite figure and fabulous legs. It was the first time that she'd worn anything but black to one of these functions since her husband Dr. Zachary Smith died. It was over a year since his untimely passing and about time that she put herself back on the market. She still fended off potential suitors of both sexes, she wasn't interested in them in the least and left the party early. What she longed and lusted for was her husband's illegitimate son. She had to admit that she was enamored with John. He could literally take her breath away by just being in the same room as her. He did possess a lot of his father's charisma and confidence but it was much more than that. Although it had been hours since she'd seen him, it had been weeks since he fucked her and she really missed him. No one had been able to make her climax like John, not even his father and he had really rocked her world. She doubted that she would see him any time soon and as she slowly made her way to the third floor master wing, she realized that she'd have settle again on masturbating. It was what John had ordered her to do as punishment for attempting to sodomize and kill him when they had first met. That was a long time ago, he'd been with her several times since then, but never removed the order. She had asked once, and he refused. Why hadn't she asked again later, once they had been more civil and loving? Could it be that it was the closest thing to being with him when they were apart? Fortunately, since money was no object she'd invested in the world's best sexual toy and she rode her Sybian like she wanted to ride John. It was her best kept secret, not even her daughters knew of it and she kept it hidden in plain sight. It looked like a shoe box or something and she used it daily, sometimes for hours. Unable to find any dust and satisfied that the staff was doing a satisfactory job staying on top of the cleaning, Jacqueline climbed the elegant staircase to her wing. All three girls were together having gone out to see the latest sci-fi thriller, Marvel's Avengers: Age of Ultron. She remembered how excited they were to see it. She found sci-fi silly and boring. She rarely went to see movies, preferring the theater and symphony instead. So, she had the house to herself, again. As she entered the massive master bedroom she could hear sounds of passion and the unmistakable low growl of her Sybian in use. Who would dare invade her space and who knew of its existence? She didn't have to tiptoe; the soft plush carpeting masked any and all footfalls. Turning the corner and walking towards the fireplace and the lounge, she saw a naked woman from behind. The woman sat perched on her toy, rocking back and forth with sweat pouring off her body, flushed and attempting to suppress her screams of passion. She wasn't succeeding. Her head suddenly shot backwards and she appeared to be howling at the top of her lungs as she shook and panted as she convulsed while the machine did its job. One of her maids, Jacqueline realized she didn't know which one; she hardly paid attention to them when they were dressed. Naked, who knew they were this beautiful and sexual? She was intrigued, no longer angry at the invasion of her privacy. She wondered what the maid would do when she realized that she was caught, would she run, try to deny it? She laughed to herself as she remembered the infamous line all caught and embarrassed cheating mates say, "This isn't what it seems!" Perhaps she'd try to pretend that she was simply cleaning the machine and it turned on by accident. She was trying to find out how to turn it off, when things got a little out of hand. Jacqueline laughed so hard now that she dropped her shoes and was holding her side as she tried to cover her mouth while watching the amorous young maid. Jacqueline realized that she couldn't be much older than her own daughters. Suddenly, the machine was turned off and the room became quiet accept for the maid's moaning and broken English. "Fuck, came too hard, (pant) hope didn't break me, fuck! (pant) And then she rose off the machine and Jacqueline watched as two large phalluses emerged from out of the young woman's pussy and rectum. She quickly soaked up her juices with a nearby towel as they leaked onto the machine. Her rectum remained wide open, Jacqueline noticed, closing very slowly. Her pussy was bright red and reminded her of a rose. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And Jacqueline felt herself becoming aroused. She had fooled around a little at John's orgy with Mary, but she wasn't really into women, was she? The maid used another towel to catch her juice so as not to leave any evidence of her act, and turned to clean the machine further and saw a pair of feminine feet, nails painted blue, facing her. She was so startled that she fell back on her naked ass, the towel pulling free, completely exposing the naked maid's bald red swollen pussy to her employer. "That was some show!" Jacqueline said. "So that's what those attachments are for, double penetration, sounds delicious." Ana was stunned speechless and froze in place. She knew that eventually she would get caught, but she was addicted to that damn machine. She was caught red-handed, or red-pussied, she almost laughed at her pun. But she was going to be fired and she deserved it. She was still lying on her ass and elbows, legs spread wide and pussy open, still leaking the final juices from her last climax. Realizing her position as she looked up at her employer through her spread knees, she quickly closed them and attempted to find a more modest pose as she sat up. "Oh, Mrs. Smith, sorry, I know should go, now, need find new work." Having said her piece Ana pulled herself to her feet, and seeing her discarded maid uniform, moved to retrieve it. "Just where do you think you are going?" Jacqueline realized that she didn't know the name of the young maid. "...come back here and clean up this mess." Although she sounded angry she really wasn't, she realized that she was very aroused by what she'd witnessed. Perhaps she'd not have to settle for masturbation after all. The maid returned with her uniform in her hands and stood naked in front of her employer for a moment and then moved to the machine and resumed cleaning up her mess. "How long have you been using my special machine?" she asked the nude woman as she admired her youth and tiny titties. "Not long," she lied. "Well it seems you've mastered the subtleties, perhaps you could show me how to use the attachments?" Jacqueline said as she pulled on a strap at her shoulder, letting her gown slide from her voluptuous body and pool at her feet. Ana looked up and was staring almost directly into her employer's pussy. It was beautiful. Like hers it was completely void of any hair, but it seemed to be opening like a flower and leaking drops of nectar. Ana may not have spoken English very well, but she clearly understood her mistress's intent and she moved quickly. Before Jacqueline could ask Ana her name she had her tongue between Jacqueline's legs eliciting cries of joy. "Oh, oh...too long...oooh, so good," Jacqueline sighed while caressing her servant's head encouraging her further. Ana pulled Jacqueline's legs farther apart and wrapped her body around the older woman as her ministrations caused her employer's knees to buckle. "Darling, you definitely know your way around a pussy," Jacqueline said as she came down from her last climax. "But as good as you are I need something hard and long in my pussy. Why don't you show me what you've learned to do with my toy and its attachments?" Pulling away from her mistress and licking her lips and fingers, Ana went to work on setting up the Sybian. When she was finished, rising up from the saddle was a single thick black cock. Jacqueline smiled and wasted no time before she straddled the machine as she had many times before. This however, was the first time that she would be using any of the attachments. As she lowered herself onto the phallus she felt it stretch her pussy wide and she thought of John. She'd never needed any of the attachments before as her imagination and the device had been more than enough to bring her off. She looked at her maid who had the controller ready. "I am sorry darling; I don't remember your name. Since we've been so intimate I think we should be on first name basis, don't you think?" "Si," Ana nodded, "my name Ana," she said with a bright smile, and scooted up to the front of the machine, putting her legs around Jacqueline's whose knees were resting on the floor. "You may call me Jacqueline." "Jacqueline, you ready?" Jacqueline's face was now only inches from her own. Before Jacqueline could reply, Ana started the machine and the familiar roar and vibration began at a low intensity. Nevertheless, the surprise start jolted the older woman, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure rushed into her loins. She fell forward and found Ana waiting to support her. Her position was perfect, she was sitting lower than Jacqueline, which put her employer's large breasts right in front of her mouth. She hesitated for only a moment before she took one of the erect nipples into her salivating mouth. "Oh yes!" Jacqueline squealed breathlessly. With that encouragement, Ana turned the power up another notch and she felt her mistress shudder and sigh as her body adjusted to the new level. Ana sucked harder on the nipple in her mouth and began to play with the other. "Oh, don't stop," Jacqueline cried as she rode the Sybian, sliding her ass back and forth as much as she could. Ana thought it time for Jacqueline to have her first orgasm, and leaving the nipple she was playing with, she adjusted the control, commanding the shaft to now rotate within her mistress. "Oh my GOD," Jacqueline screamed at the top of her lungs and she gushed over the edge, pulling Ana closer as she rode out the most intense orgasm she'd ever had on her sex toy. "Too much, too much, ohhhh! Just a little more. Oooooh." By now Ana was really working on the large tits within her grasp. She moved from one to the other, tweaking each nipple while massaging the rest from below. "No more, please no more!" Ana recognized the plea and quickly turned off the machine. Any more and it would begin to ache and that wouldn't be good. Once the machine was silenced the spacious bedroom became quiet except for Jacqueline's sighs. Ana held the woman and instinctively began to caress her face and smooth her hair. She was caught completely off guard when Jacqueline found her lips and kissed her lightly. Ana kissed her back just as she had received, and before she knew it they were tongue wrestling. Their kissing was taking Ana's breath away. Jacqueline was still seated in the saddle of the sex toy and it was beginning to become uncomfortable. She broke the kiss and tried to stand, getting to her feet she stumbled, but Ana caught her. "Can you help me to my bed, sweetie?" Jacqueline smiled and the naked young woman helped the other stumble across the huge room to the king size bed. They couldn't help but appreciate the way each other's bodies jiggled and swayed as they made their way to the bed. Arriving at the bedside, Jacqueline sat on the turned down sheets and looked at Ana. She was thinking that maybe their fun was over and turned back to retrieve her discarded uniform, but Jacqueline pulled her back by the hand, causing the young woman to turn and smile meekly. "I don't do this often. I am guessing that you know my habits, but I would love to share my bed with you." Jacqueline said as she looked into the brown eyes of her maid. Ana didn't answer, but moved towards the woman, not quite knowing how to enter the large bed. Jacqueline pulled the younger woman close and their lips were drawn together as if they were magnetized. They kissed passionately for a while and then parted mutually. Ana let Jacqueline continue to lead as her mistress moved to make room for her on the huge bed. Then she reached for Ana's wet pussy. Ana was shaved, completely bald, and her tiny pussy was looking very inviting to Jacqueline. Ana got the message and turned on her knees then began to smooth the long landing strip above her mistress's red and glistening pussy. Licking her lips, Ana leaned down and began to lick, slowly at first, finding the yummy juices from her soft flesh just outside of her pussy. Jacqueline sighed and pulled the young woman over her, letting Ana straddle her. She then pulled her maid's pussy to her lips, tasting the young Latina for the first time. ~~~ Candace was extremely pleased with the work that Linda had done. She couldn't remember the last time that the house sparkled like it did after only a few hours under Linda's hands. Candace had to admit that the girl certainly had a talent for house cleaning, and if the two meals she'd prepared were any indication, she'd have to be careful not to eat too well. But being Candace she couldn't help but wonder what kind of sex she was capable of giving and having. Candace missed her former boss, turned bimbo, then agent, Rachel Wood. She had enjoyed toying with the woman, getting her revenge for the way she had treated her. But most of all she missed the friendship they had formed. A Gift From His Father Ch. 24 She wasn't looking for another friend, but perhaps she could torture the maid a little, she did play a role in harming her daughter April after all. Realizing that April was out at a friend's trying to get caught up on the classes she'd missed and would be late, Candace decided it was time to play with her new maid. Linda had worked a full day in only a few hours. Her muscles ached, but she was convinced that she'd worked hard and that her new mistress was pleased with her work. She knew that she'd have to work even harder tomorrow, she'd fucked up and lost her last job, she didn't remember why, but that it was her fault. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice, she needed this job. She was looking forward to a restful sleep, but she needed to wash the sweat and dirt off her body first. She stripped off her clothes and looked at her soiled and damp white cotton panties. How plain she thought, her taste ran more to the sexy lace and silk, but then she was just a lowly maid lacking the resources for anything that sexy and naughty. She brought them to her nose and sniffed. She was stunned that her own scent turned her on, the scent of a woman. Was she into women? She couldn't remember. She tried to imagine a hard cock, it too turned her on, but she couldn't put a face with the cock she was imagining. It was a nice cock, too. It was a little larger than average, brown and thick. She found herself licking her lips, and dropping her panties, she began to caress her naked breasts and play with her slick pussy. A small moan escaped her lips, just then she realized that the bedroom door had opened and she looked up to see her mistress and boss staring at her with a funny look on her face. Linda blushed as she realized that she was caught, but wasn't sure how to react. Her privacy had been violated. She didn't knock. She should have knocked. She didn't want to stop; it was beginning to feel good. She had to say something. She wasn't modest, never had been. She continued. Candace didn't say anything, just watching silently. That seemed to turn Linda on more, but she didn't want to come, it just felt good. It had been a while since she had had sex, hadn't it? Besides she didn't want to be fired. "Hmmm, is there something that you wanted?" Linda said as she continued to pleasure herself. "I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me." Candace lied and using her mind control influence made Linda believe her. "I am sorry. I guess I kind of got carried away," Linda said. Removing her hands she stood straight, hands by her sides, until she saw her discarded panties. She reached down for them to use to wipe her damp fingers. "Do you need something?" "Oh she's good, this one." Candace thought, "But let's see how you respond to my will." "Dear, you asked me to come up and see you and give you feedback on your day, don't you remember?" "Damn," Linda thought, as a confused look filled her face. "How could I have forgotten that?" "Or perhaps you just wanted to get me alone in your bedroom and started without me." Candace used her power to confuse the poor girl. "I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. It's nothing to be ashamed of; I have to admit that I was wondering what you looked like naked." "Did I really intend to seduce my new employer?" Linda wondered. "Come," Candace said and took Linda by the hand, "let's review your day." Candace sat on the bed, folding her left leg underneath her, and had Linda sit facing her. She sat on her bed and folded both her legs in front of her, Indian style, giving Candace an unobstructed view of her pussy. Candace began going over the housework that Linda had accomplished, and then talked about the meals she'd prepared and how much she enjoyed them. "But it was never about your ability to do the job, was it Linda? It was about sleeping with your former employees. You are just a little nymphomaniac aren't you? You think I didn't check your references. You nearly destroyed that family. You fucked every one of them, father, mother, sisters and brother. Worse still, you arranged for them to have incest with one another until it was all one big orgy and nothing else got done. And you called me up here to seduce me, too. What do you have to say for yourself?" Linda's eyes swelled large at hearing Candace reveal what she'd done to get fired. "I don't know what to say, mistress. I guess I am just addicted to sex. I can't help myself. Please don't fire me. I really need this job." "I'll tell you what, Linda. I understand what it must be like to be addicted to sex. But, you will not destroy my family. April is completely off limits. I don't even want you speaking to her. You can nod and smile. Pretend that you don't understand or speak English. If you do that I will let you eat my pussy every now and then and if you do a good job, I might reciprocate. But this will be our little secret. Do you accept my terms? You will still do all your other work, but when time permits we will spend time together." "Oh mistress, that would be wonderful." There was that word again. Candace liked being called mistress; it made her feel powerful. "Not so fast. Let's see if you're any good at licking pussy. Get over here and I will give you a try." Candace stood and lifted her dress, revealing her naked ass and pussy. Linda jumped quickly off the bed and fell to her knees, putting her face in Candace's lap. She found Candace's pussy and began lapping it with her tongue, then using her fingers, spread her pussy lips. ~~~ Normally it would have taken them twenty minutes to reach Dinah's home, but aided by John's phasing technique and Elizabeth's talented driving, they arrived in a little over eight minutes. Inside the house Chance was holding his own, but was bleeding from his nose and had several cuts across his abdomen. The petite woman however, didn't look as if she'd broken a sweat. He wasn't able to land a blow despite getting right on top of her several times, only to be thrown across the room, which now looked like a war zone. There were several Chance-sized holes in the walls where pipes were leaking water and sparks were flying. Chance was trying to climb out of the latest crater when the little woman stood in front of him. She was about to deliver the final blow when she hesitated. She seemed to sense something and yelled at the frightened Dinah, "You're in league with him?" She looked left and right, took a step forward and then back, then she spun and disappeared just as John and Elizabeth broke through the door to find the half-naked Dinah helping Chance to his feet. John quickly accessed the situation and felt a void, the absence of a presence that he felt he should know, something was familiar to him. He shrugged it off and joined Dinah as she helped Chance to his feet. It was over now and the adrenaline that was feeding him faded, making his injuries more apparent. He collapsed to the floor. Dinah screamed and attempted to help the giant. "Who did this to you?" John asked as he began to assess the extent of his agent's injuries. Using his special vision he saw cracked ribs, internal bleeding and a punctured lung. Chance tried to speak, but wheezed that he didn't know. But she fought like John and he had when they first met. Elizabeth moved through the house, amazed at the damage and that the house was still standing. She realized that the faint sound she was hearing was the creaking of the walls. She rushed back to the group. "Boss, the place is not stable and likely to cave in at any minute. We should get Chance out of here before the whole place falls apart." Dinah looked around at her once lovely home and for the first time in her life, shrugged it off. She was more concerned for Chance than with any material things. John said, "No!" He closed his eyes and concentrated. There was a shaking and rattling noise, Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut. The grand house creaked and groaned. Then the noise and shaking ceased. Elizabeth opened her eyes and the house appeared to be completely restored to its undamaged state, even the front door was like new, as it was prior to John breaking through it. Chance was wheezing louder now and although she noticed that her home had been completely restored, Dinah didn't leave Chance's side and looked over to John who took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. Chance grunted loudly and gripped Dinah's hand tightly. He took a deep breath. The rattle in his lungs seemed to have dissipated. Dinah looked down at his torso and watched as cuts stopped bleeding, closed and then disappeared, not leaving so much as a scar. Chance's breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes. He'd had them closed tightly as he endured the pain. He smiled up at the relieved Dinah. She bent low and kissed him deeply; Chance kissed her back, but broke the kiss after a few moments, knowing John needed answers. He jumped to his feet from the prone position on his back, starling the woman at his side. "Can you tell me who attacked you and why?" John asked the giant. "I do not know, but she does," he said as they both turned to look at Dinah. She was still dressed in her see-through robe, her naked body shining as she rose to her feet to answer her master's questions. "Her name is Esmeralda. She was my former mistress's mistress. They recruited me together, years ago. I believe she was here looking for my former mistress," Dinah said without being asked. "She seemed to have vanished just moments before you broke through the door. She looked a little concerned and accused me of being in league with you. Do you know her?" John had a puzzled look on his and he asked Rocky, "A mistress of one of the rings?" "Without a doubt," Rocky replied. "To be more precise from the sounds of the description, she must be the Mistress of the Ring of Truth." "Great," John said as he moved around the house admiring his work. Then he decided. "Chance, help Dinah pack, she can't stay here. Elizabeth, have any plans for the next twenty-four hours?" "Just need to make my quota, nothing that can't wait. What do you have in mind?" Chance and Dinah collected her essentials, talking very little. Chance suggested that she better put on clothes; he didn't know what John had in mind, so she'd better be ready for anything. She pulled on a black skirt that hugged her ass, a white sweater that revealed enough cleavage that a blind man could see and a pair of black Jimmy Choo 'Gypsy' over the knee boots that hugged her legs and must have cost well over a grand. Her essentials consisted of four pieces of luggage, her computer bag, and other electrical devices which would never fit in Chance's sports car. John smiled when they arrived at the door and the look on Chance's face was priceless. John reduced the bags to the size of dice, picked them up and handed them to Chance who stuffed them into his pocket and thanked him. John told him that when he was ready they would return to their normal size. They all walked out to the cars and sped away. John called Chance after traveling a mile or so and told him he could put Dinah up in a hotel or take her home with him, his choice. He knew that she'd like to come home with him, so he decided on a hotel. He didn't want complications. There was a Courtyard not far from his place and the manager owed him a favor, he knew there'd be a suite available. John drove Elizabeth's car while she sat in the passenger's seat not saying a word. He engaged Rocky. "I know how he did it," he said. I know how he was able to escape from the ring. He conditioned my mind as a little boy. I saw it when I was in mother's mind. All the coaching all the intimate time together, it was just a means to an end." "Don't be so hard on him," Rocky said. "He is brilliant, and very good at long term planning. You were his safety valve. Did he use you? Perhaps, but only as a last resort, unless he knew that he would eventually be imprisoned." ~~~ After she was certain that they had left, she rematerialized. Esmeralda stood in the restored house and walked through it looking for clues. She had almost had to do battle with the Master of the Ring of Power. That is what must have happened to her sister. Fought and lost and is certainly dead. She couldn't risk going up against that power alone. She continued to talk aloud, trying to figure things out. She would learn the truth of it. As she continued to pace she detected a presence. "You thought that I wouldn't detect you, but you are mistaken!" she yelled, and like pulling a sheet off a piece of furniture she de-clothed Elizabeth, making her visible again. Esmeralda smiled and said, "And whom do we have here? Yes, I did see you leave and drive away, but that was just a decoy wasn't it. Come here let me have a closer look at you." Despite her best efforts, Elizabeth was helpless to resist and took several steps until she was standing directly in front of the petite woman. "That's a good start, but I said I wanted to have a better look at you." With that phrase said, Elizabeth's clothes were ripped from her body as if some invisible force pulled from all angles leaving her completely naked and her clothes tattered and shredded at her feet. Looking her over, Esmeralda saw the glowing jewel between her legs. "Just as I thought, you're his, or should I say, were his. You belong to me now. On your knees." ***** To be continued. More to come, watch this space! If you like what you've read, please rate the story...5's are appreciated! I welcome your questions and comments. A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 Sorry for the delay, got locked out of my account. Hopefully it will be worth the long wait. Please vote, five are appreciated and keep the feedback coming. And thanks again to my editor Spirit02! ~~~ After she was certain that they'd left, she rematerialized. Esmeralda stood in the restored house in which she'd fought a great battle with a giant. Walking through it, she looked for clues. It was a close call; she'd almost had to do battle with the Master of the Ring of Power. That's what must have happened to her sister. She'd fought and lost and was certainly now dead. "I would never survive going up against all that power alone. He is too strong, too powerful." She continued to talk aloud, trying to figure things out. She would learn the truth of it. As she continued to tread through the empty house she detected a presence and called out to it. "You thought that I wouldn't detect you, but you are deceived!" she yelled, and like pulling a sheet off a piece of furniture, she de-clothed Elizabeth, forcefully making her visible. Startled, Elizabeth thought about running or fighting, but she realized the futility of those actions; if she could make her visible she would certainly be able to catch her if she attempted to flee. No, running would do no good. Esmeralda smiled and said, "And whom do we have here? Oh, yes, didn't I see you leave? Drive away with the others? But that was just a decoy, wasn't it. Come here; let me have a closer look at you." Despite her best efforts, Elizabeth was helpless to resist and took several steps until she was standing directly in front of the petite woman. "That's a good start, but I said I wanted to have a better look at you." As soon as she finished speaking, Elizabeth's clothes were ripped from her body, as if some invisible force pulled on her garments from all angles, leaving her completely naked and exposed, her shredded clothes lay on the floor at her bare feet. Looking her over, Esmeralda saw the glowing jewel peeking out from between her legs. "Just as I thought, you're one of his or should I say, were one of his. You belong to me now. On your knees, bitch." Elizabeth fell hard to her knees, having no control over her body. The woman looked her over, circling as she considered the helpless naked woman, who was now eye level with her. "I can sense the truth, you are wondering who I am. You know my name, but just what I am you aren't certain. Well, since you will be serving me now, I might as well tell you. I am the Mistress of the Ring of Truth. I can see the truth, of which you and others like you haven't a clue." Straining to speak, Elizabeth asked, "What truth?" Impressed with her strength Esmeralda looked upon her captive in a new light. Esmeralda thought she'd captured a foot soldier, but she realized that she'd trapped someone far more valuable, perhaps a lieutenant. "The truth is that women don't really need men! We are just fine without them. The truth is that they need us. Think about it child, we want to have babies, we just need their seeds, and we have collected the best and have a large variety. We don't need them and all the horrible things they bring like wars and violence. We are much happier without them." She paced back and forth looking at Elizabeth eye to eye. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Before Elizabeth could answer, Esmeralda had her answer. "Yes you have, many times. It is true. Then you know what I am talking about. You have felt it too." Elizabeth was struck silent. She was trapped and this little woman was talking "crazy talk". "Oh you think me insane? Do you?" The little woman walked around circling Elizabeth, looking her up and down. "You are a pretty one. Lovely large breasts, beautiful curves, no fat, just a little muscle, beautiful long flowing hair, rare for African American women, you must be mixed somewhere in your linage. You are just what men want and desire, a weak but beautiful woman. Well, that will change. I will rebuild you. You will be my right hand, my lieutenant; I will make your strong and formidable." Elizabeth tried not to talk in her head. "She is reading my mind. I don't want to be changed." "Not really reading your mind, darling, but the truth. I can read your mind, perhaps later. First, it is time for you to tend to your mistress's needs. All that fighting and talking has made me horny. In the blink of an eye, the little woman was naked, displaying a pair of shapely breasts, a flat muscular belly, and toned legs. She sported a red bushy landing strip above where her legs met. It was only now that Elizabeth realized that she had fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. If she didn't know better she'd think this woman was a leprechaun or a female version of one. "A leprechaun, cute and how original," Esmeralda said as she reclined on the nearby sofa and spread her legs. "Well, what are you waiting for, get that mouth over here and convince me that you've been with as many women as you've lead me to believe, otherwise I may have to simply kill you. Elizabeth tried to stand, but found she couldn't. Esmeralda intended her to crawl on all fours. She was shocked to see that her body wasn't responding as she wished; instead of a quick crawl she crawled sensually, flexing her body this way and that, like a cat stalking its prey and a woman trying to show off her sexy body. "Very good," Esmeralda said and patted Elizabeth on the head as she neared and began licking her new mistress's pussy. "Hmm, you do have some talents, but you can do better can't you?" Suddenly, Elizabeth found herself burning with desire and as horny as she'd ever been. She went after the pussy in front of her as if it was her last chance at sustenance which would only be supplied if her mistress secreted her special sauce. "Hmmm, better," Esmeralda moaned as she maneuvered Elizabeth's head around to where she wanted it. "There. Suck on my clit. Hmmm...yes that's it." As Elizabeth focused her talented tongue on Esmeralda's clitoris she could not help but notice that it was growing larger, not just swelling but getting longer. She couldn't stop herself; soon it was stretching down her throat and practically choking her. It was like a very large cock. That's when Elizabeth noticed that the little petite woman was no longer petite, but had also grown to be well over six feet tall. As Elizabeth continued to struggle with the growing appendage in her throat, Esmeralda let loose a high pitched scream and came. Unlike what she was expecting, her cum trickled down the outside of her enlarged clit, flooding Elizabeth's throat. Elizabeth eagerly swallowed all she could. When she couldn't take any more, she pulled back on her haunches and noticed all the juices had gone and her mistress's large clit had shrunk down to a fraction of its former size. It was still big, but only as big as you'd expect to see on a woman her size after having had sex. Elizabeth felt weird. It was as if she had been drugged. She seemed to be able to move normally on her own, somewhat. Or was that her imagination. She couldn't be certain. "Here darling, you missed some," Esmeralda said as she scooped up a dollop of her juices from her pussy with her finger and held it out to Elizabeth. She lunged forward, not wanting to miss any of the tasty treat. When she had completely cleaned the finger she saw traces of juice just outside of Esmeralda's labia. She chased a drop with her tongue, as her head was steered by her mistress. Esmeralda pulled on Elizabeth's lovely tresses and said, "They are lovely; it's a shame they have to go." Elizabeth jerked her head back, but it was too late, all her lovely long dark hair was gone. It simply vanished and she was left completely bald. Esmeralda found it very erotic and stimulating; she caressed the woman's perfectly round bald head, and Elizabeth came. She screamed as she climaxed unexpectedly. "That's because you made your mistress happy. Did you like that?" "Oh yes," Elizabeth moaned. "More please." "You have such a lovely face, it is pretty, perhaps a little more makeup. Elizabeth couldn't see the change, her eyes now had more eyeliner than she'd ever use herself, her eyelids were now greenish and her lips were now a bright red. "Stand up. Let me see you better." She stood quickly and felt the rush of cool air on her bald scalp. "You're too short. I don't like short small women. How tall are you?" Teetering on her bare feet, just able to hold her balance in her drugged state she tried to remember her height. Her mind was so foggy, "Five feet four inches," she said as she suddenly remembered. "See now that is too short. It will never do. My girls need to be at least six feet without heels," Esmeralda said while shaking her head. "I am afraid you're going to have to grow at least six inches, no, we better make it eight inches to be on the safe side." "What?" Elizabeth said. "Grow, you know, be taller. I am afraid that this is going to hurt a bit. But don't worry it won't last long. Oh, don't move." Elizabeth looked frightened but remained as still as she could. The pain started slowly but became very intense. Elizabeth shrieked as she began to rise from the floor. Her legs were growing longer both above and below her knees. The pain was excruciating. As the pain in her legs began to subside a new pain in her back began and continued as her spine stretched at least three inches. Then her shoulders and arms burned with intense pain. Then all the pain disappeared and somehow Elizabeth was still standing. She was at least eight inches taller. "Better, but now you're too skinny. I like a woman with muscles. Have you ever seen some of the beauties in those body building magazines? Those are impressive women. But we don't have time for you to train and bulk up, so I guess we'll have to cheat." Again Elizabeth screamed as the pain returned, but it wasn't her bones that hurt, it was every muscle in her body. It felt like she was flexing all her muscles at once so hard that they were exploding. It lasted a long time and when it finally ended, Elizabeth was ripped, looking like a female body builder ready for competition. Every muscle was defined; her waist had shrunk to about 21 inches while her chest expanded to at least 45 inches. Her abdominals were stretched tight, and there was almost no fat remaining on her body. Her fabulous breasts were now much smaller, more nipple and areole than actual tits, and her nipples were like small bullets sticking out from her muscular chest. Her thighs were like shapely tree trunks and her calves long and muscular as well. Her feet remained dainty, the same size as before her transformation. Esmeralda clapped her hands, "That's much better. Turn around so I can see your ass." Her ass was like two steel drums and her back showed every muscle. Only her face remained feminine in appearance. "Oh my dear you are truly a vision. Would you like to see?" Before she could answer, a large full length mirror appeared before her and Elizabeth couldn't believe she was looking at herself. "What do you think?" Esmerelda asked. She was stunned at her transformation, not believing it was her until the image moved when she did. "Hair, I need some hair." "Yes, I was thinking about that. Perhaps the bald look isn't quite right. Perhaps a close cropped butch cut?" And just like that, she was sporting a haircut much like the one that Grace Jones had worn in the movie "Conan the Barbarian" with Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was cut short on the back and sides, with about twice as much length on the top and front. "Perfect!" Esmeralda yelled, delighted with the outcome. "You need some piercings." Just like that she had six studs in each ear, rings in each nipple and a steel barbell through her tongue. Elizabeth tried to ask Esmeralda not to, but her words came out funny. When she stuck out her tongue she almost screamed until Esmeralda waved her hands and said she didn't have the time to wait until she learned to speak with her newest accessory. Getting impatient, she slowly rotated Elizabeth who was too stunned to move. She was still too heavily drugged by Esmeralda's special sauce to understand what had happened; it all seemed like a bad dream. "You look good enough to eat." Before she could reply Elizabeth was sailing through the air and dumped unceremoniously on the bed in the master bedroom. She found herself on her hands and knees. She felt her pussy spread wide as a tongue entered her. She was straddling her mistress and couldn't help but lower her head to once again feast on her pussy. It was no longer the small one she'd licked earlier, and despite being leery of getting too close to her clitoris she dove in again. But this was Esmeralda's turn to eat her and although she tried to keep up, in her drugged state it was impossible to keep at the same pace. She came quickly and seemed to be climaxing continuously. Elizabeth thought that she'd lost a gallon of her juices to this woman and then Esmeralda abruptly stopped. It was Elizabeth's diamond; it was brightly glowing all on its own. "Hmmm, this is going to be a problem," Esmeralda remarked to no one in particular. "I know I can't remove it lest you die, but perhaps I can..." With a wave of her hand she darted Elizabeth's labia with six thick gold rings, three on each side of the diamond. The diamond glowed very brightly for a moment, and then began to fade until it was barely glowing at all. Elizabeth knew something had changed and she felt very strange again. She couldn't put her finger on it, she just felt different and disconnected. Her reality had begun to shift and she liked her new feelings, they felt naughty. "There. That should take care of that. Oh, I just remembered I never asked you your name, darling." "It's Elizabeth," she answered weakly. "Elizabeth? That's no kind of name for a butch dyke like you, let's shorten that. How about Liz? Yeah I like that. Liz it is." With that being done Esmeralda went back to eating Liz's pussy and Liz screamed one more time as she came powerfully and passed out. ~~~ Chance helped Dinah settle into her room at the Courtyard Inn. It was comfortable, however not quite what she was accustomed to, but she didn't mention it. She was done with complaining and she found that thought interesting. Was she really changing? She still needed to be a tiger in the court room; she hoped that she would retain that part of herself. "Well, looks like you are good to go," Chance stated, looking around the room. "This isn't your first rodeo, so I assume you know how these hotels work. The food and coffee thing in the morning, I mean." He was eager to more on. He wasn't sure but he thought he might be developing feelings for this woman. That wouldn't be good. He'd lose his objectivity. This was simply another project for the boss. He didn't care if she lived or died, he lied to himself. "Do you have to go?" Dinah asked, hoping that he'd stay the night. She'd already had more cock tonight than in her entire life and she wanted more. Besides, it had been a very long time since she woke up next to a man. "It's late, I have to work tomorrow," he told her as he watched her face fall in disappointment. "Oh, you thought all I did was break in middle-aged lesbians and make them crave cock?" he laughed. Dinah joined him in the laugh although she didn't like the "middle aged" comment so much, despite it being true. "We don't have to do anything more tonight," she said, "after what you've been through..." She paused and stifled a sniffle. "I thought she was going to kill you. I am so happy that John, I mean Master arrived when he did." She began to cry. Chance walked up to her and opened his arms. Dinah grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his thick muscular torso and pressing her head against him. Chance bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. "Thanks for calling the boss. I don't know if I would have been able to defeat her, she caught me off guard. Perhaps I will stay the night with you, think of it as a reward for your good deed." "Really, you're not just fucking with me, are you?" Dinah said. Chance pushed her away and looked down at her as she gazed upward and they both began to laugh. "Did I get it right?" Dinah asked. "Dinah, you lady are full of surprises," he said as he slipped off his loafers with his feet and sat on the bed. He began to remove his white long-sleeved shirt. His muscular body looked even bigger than it had earlier in the evening. "Goodie, let me just use the bathroom and I will be with you in a moment," she said and hurried into the room with a small cosmetics bag in hand. When she returned he noticed that she'd freshened her makeup and smelled very good. She climbed into the bed naked and joined him under the sheets. He lay on his back and she climbed on top of him. It was like mounting a surfboard; he was so much wider than she was. He bent forward and sniffed her hair, enjoying the scent. "What more can you tell me about this woman, what did you say her name was, Esmeralda?" Dinah frowned. She'd rather play with his cock than talk, but she'd tell him everything she could remember. Dinah told him that is was Esmeralda that had recruited her to the lifestyle that she'd been practicing all those years ago when she was in college. Back then it was safer being in the closet rather than letting anyone know that you were a lesbian. She realized that it was with Esmeralda's help that she made it to graduate school and studied law. Esmeralda even helped her get on with the first law firm after she'd passed the bar. She didn't see Esmeralda often, but when she did they would have wild unbridled sex and then the next morning she couldn't remember half of it. But she always felt good afterwards. Over the years they'd meet for a "nooner" or simply lunch, but it was always the same; she could never remember what they'd talked about. Later, it was Esmeralda who initiated her application to her current law firm where she was now a senior partner. When Esmeralda showed up unexpected tonight, she was caught off guard because she so rarely saw her anymore and had heard little from her over the past several years. She frowned again. "I can't even tell you Esmeralda's last name." Chance stroked her naked body with his large hands and asked, "You said lifestyle, are you referring to the all girl orgies like the one we broke up?" "Yes," she replied. "A few years ago Linda showed up at my door and we rolled around in bed for a while. Then we went shopping at the local grocery store and she began mind raping my female neighbors. That's how that whole weekly orgy got started and grew." She spoke unaffected by the reminiscing, surprised as it used to make her all hot and bothered. She did feel Chance growing beneath her and she was ready to play but there was one last thought she needed to disclose. "Did you guys deactivate my neighbors?" "Deactivate? What do you mean?" "Well we met once a month unless we contacted for an unscheduled gatherings. Tomorrow night is the next gathering on the schedule. I don't know what would happen if they all showed up and the house was locked." She laughed as Chance imagined twenty naked women of all shapes and sizes all trying to get into Dinah's house. It was getting very late, but they managed to find the energy for one last fuck. Since Dinah was already on top she brought her legs around and backed up, allowing Chance to squeeze into her. She was becoming accustomed to his size and accepted the large cock with little effort on her part. She proceeded to ride him using her hands as leverage as she lifted herself up and down on his long thick stock, her ample breast shaking and her nipples poking out like pencil erasers. She was really enjoying herself and worked hard to hold off until Chance was ready to explode with her. After several small quakes, she began to tire and finally dropped down as far as she could, accepting every inch of his twelve inch cock into her well fucked hole. Completely engulfed in the warm wetness, Chance roared and exploded, filling Dinah with his seed. His climax seemed to stimulate her anew and she cried out as she came again. A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 ~~~ Driving in the direction of his mansion and the Martin's home, John found himself undecided where he was headed. He had Elizabeth's car and his was still at his place. He was concerned about leaving Elizabeth behind, it was a calculated risk and he needed to learn what his enemies were plotting. He was tired of playing defense. It was risky. He didn't yet understand what he was dealing with and what his opponents' strengths and weaknesses were. It was Elizabeth's job to give him some ideas. He pulled out his phone and dialed April, his fiancée; he liked the sound of that word, fiancée. April picked up the phone on the first ring. "Hey you," she said and he melted a little. "Hey you, yourself! Where are you?" "At home in my room in my bed thinking of you," she said in a sexy voice. "You want to know what I am wearing." John smiled and said, "I think this engagement thing agrees with you. What are you wearing?" "Nothing, I had been thinking of you and my hands and fingers took on a life of their own and..." she paused and let out a loud moan and made a few squeaks and cries indicating that she had indeed just come. When her breathing returned to normal, she said, "...I just couldn't help myself," and she giggled in the way John loved most. "Why don't you pack a bag and meet me at my place. It's about time you moved in, don't you think." April squealed loudly. "Really?" "Absolutely," John said. "Take only what you need for the night, I will transport the rest of your belongings once we decide on how to set you up. See you in twenty minutes." "Fifteen," April said. "I am leaving now." April grabbed her computer bag, packed her cords and tablet and walked down the hall to her mother's bedroom, where she saw her reading a book on her iPad. She told her where she was going and hugged her mother, then ran down the stairs and into the garage and was gone. "Rocky," John called out aloud. "Yes, sir," came the immediate reply. "How many agents do I have?" "At the present, sir, you have two hundred and twelve." There was a pause and Rocky said, "Thinking of expanding the ranks, sir?" "Exactly. There's a war coming and I need to be ready. How long do you think it would take to double my team?" "Using current parameters, about two months," Rocky stated. "Send a notice out to all agents to bring me two of their best candidates. I need to speed things up. Make sure they have resumes, too." John realized that Rocky could serve as a valet and administrative assistant and would be quite good at it. "Tell them interviews begin at 8AM at my mansion. Everyone is expected to participate; the LA team can be scheduled in the afternoon. Let Dennis know he will be the trainer until Elizabeth returns." "As you wish, sir," Rocky said and went silent. "How's dad doing?" "He is on the mend, but still unconscious." "He's going to be pissed when he wakes up." "Yes, I suppose he will. But he'll get over it in time." "Do you think so, Rocky? How long will that take?" "Hmmm if I had to guess I would say twenty-five years." John snorted. Rocky's humor was so dry and quick. He thanked Rocky as he pulled into the drive way and he opened the gate. Before it could shut April was pulling in behind him. ~~~ Liz woke with a jolt. She was in a strange bed. Sitting up straight she found she needed to pee. She was naked; she remembered that and wasn't alarmed. She liked sleeping naked. She saw the bathroom entrance from across the room in the dim light and padded towards it. But something wasn't right. Her perspective was all wrong; she was looking down on things she should have been looking up at. Why was that? Her normal naked jiggle was gone, her muscles felt tight and powerful, her stride was longer. She felt good. She felt strong. It all felt so different. She found the toilet and lifted the lid and sat down and peed. It was a strong flow and she was surprised at how long it lasted. She wadded up some paper and dried herself. Dropping the paper in the bowl she stood and flushed. She found double sinks and chose the one on the right. She couldn't find the soap so reluctantly she switched on the light, but not before shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness by squeezing then tightly shut. Slowly she pried them open, one at a time, seeing first a dark figure in the mirror. Her head ached, like she was hung over. What did she have to drink last night? She realized she was thirsty. It was starting to come back to her. Esmeralda! She opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she saw looking back at her. She blinked and her reflection blinked too. She lifted her hands to her head, her long red nails and dainty hands were now attached to long powerful arms. Every muscle well defined, each bulged as she bent her arms to feel the flattened crew cut or whatever you'd call her new hairstyle. She looked at the face that belonged to her, but the body was that of an Amazon. She was so muscular now that her breasts, no, tits, were almost nonexistent. "I look like a man," she said and began to weep, quietly. Tears began to run down her face and her makeup ran with it. She was heavily made up. She sniffed and silenced herself. "Hmm. Look at you," Esmeralda said as she strolled in to the bathroom and fondled the body she'd recently created. "I look like a man. I have no tits, just nipples now." Esmeralda leaned forward and brought her hand between Liz's legs. She felt her new piercings and the diamond stud. Liz began to moisten as Esmeralda pushed a digit into her opening. Liz sighed heavily and hung her head down and watched Esmeralda enflame her pussy. She lightly blew into Liz's ear as she wiggled her finger and found Liz's enlarging clit. With her other hand she pulled on the nipple ring of her left breast and Liz sighed again and looked up. Her breasts had swollen and were protruding from her muscular chest. They were tits, not nearly as large or beautiful as she'd possessed before her transformation, but to Liz they were beautiful. "Oh, look at that." Liz shook her chest and her breasts wiggled and jiggled slightly. "I do have tits." "You do when you're turned on; otherwise it's just big long brown nipples, which I happen to like. And you know what happens when I am happy? Everybody is happy." Esmeralda said and smiled. "Cheer up, you're going to like the new you. I promise." Liz smiled and Esmeralda continued to play with Liz's pussy and had her practically dancing on her hand. The more aroused she became the bigger her tits swelled until they were larger than they'd been on her old body. Liz shuddered and came from Esmeralda's toying. She jiggled her chest back and forth and reached up and pulled on her nipple ring too. "See, I told you that you'd like the new you." "Now that your body is perfect it is time to adjust your thinking a little," Esmeralda said as she lifted her hand from Liz's pussy and licked her fingers clean. "What do you mean?" Liz asked. "I mean you are still full of your old master's rules and ideas. We can't have that spoiling our fun now can we?" She took Liz by the chin, pulled her face to her and kissed her deeply. When she pulled away she left Liz breathless. "I know that you like women, that much is apparent. But, you think you like men too. You believe you love getting a hard cock up your twat and occasionally up your ass. You even think that you love the taste of a cock and the cum it produces, don't you?" A little unsure of herself, Liz answered in the affirmative. "Well, what if I told you that you were wrong. You hate men and their dirty nasty cocks. You can't stand being near them and would never let one near your perfect body let alone enter it. You love pussy and tits and women of all shapes and sizes. You love eating pussy and would do it all day if it provided you with nourishment. And Liz, you especially love eating my pussy. Am I right?" Liz thought, "What a fool I have been. She's right. I hate men and their nasty dirty cocks. Her breasts began to shrink back to just nipples. I love pussy, always have. Pussy is so much tastier, and much more fun to eat." She took a deep breath and apologized, "Esmeralda I don't know what I was thinking. You're right. I have been fooling myself thinking I was bisexual. I am a lesbian, always have been. I love pussy and I am craving yours, can I have a taste?" she asked and approached her mistress. "Just a minute, you aren't just a lesbian are you? You're a butch dyke who is used to taking what she wants. Am I right? Look at you. Who in their right mind couldn't see that from the beginning? You used to call yourself Elizabeth but now call yourself Liz, that's because it is more butch. Isn't that the truth?" "Damn," Liz thought. "I just met this woman and she already knows me better than I know myself. How'd she know?" Liz's entire demeanor changed, she was now more aggressive and confident. She was accustomed to taking what she wanted, but, she had to be cool; she didn't want to overplay her hand. She was coming on to her mistress and subtlety was needed. She flexed her muscles and took a few steps towards her mistress, really looking at her for the first time since she'd transformed from the petite woman she'd first met. Esmeralda was also tall, over six feet, perhaps as much as four inches taller, and had the body of a porn star. She looked like a naked Barbie doll; she had big breasts, a tiny waist and narrow hips, and between her legs a bright red landing strip. But the two most striking things about her were her long fiery red hair that curled around her body past her marvelous ass and her emerald green eyes. Barbie on steroids, Liz thought. "I am going to eat her alive." Liz strode the short distance to Esmeralda and pulled her to her and kissed her with all the passion she could muster. Esmeralda kissed her back causing Liz's tits to expand and she was happy. "It's late. You have a big day ahead of you but before you rest, let's crawl between each other's legs and see who can make the other come first," Esmeralda said as soon as she broke the kiss. "Sounds good to me, but what's happening tomorrow?" Liz asked. "You're going to find me two new playmates and we're going to turn them into lesbians like us. I'll bet you already have the perfect two women in mind, don't you? You don't have to tell me now, let's make it a surprise," Esmeralda said as she drew Liz back to the bed, and lying on her back, pulled Liz into a classic sixty-nine. Esmeralda couldn't help but notice the difference in the way Liz sucked her pussy now. She wasn't as tender, she was a little rough and she liked it a little rough; that was the truth. ~~~ As John and April entered the spacious mansion, they were greeted by John's part-time butler, Joe Williams. Joe was in his late fifties and had been homeless before he met John and April through their work at the shelter. John had cleaned him up a bit and nudged him in the right direction as only John could. They found that he would become an excellent caretaker of his estate and part-time butler. "We'll be staying the night, Joe and perhaps the next several days," John informed his new butler. "Very good, sir," Joe responded. As late as it was, Joe had been awaken and was in his robe and slippers. "Would you like breakfast in the morning, sir? Or would you prefer coffee, juice, assorted fruit and pastries? That way it will be ready whenever you are." "That sounds excellent," John said. "And by the way, April has agreed to marry me and will be moving in." "Congratulations to both of you," Joe said. "Unless there is anything else, sir I will retire to the servant's quarters. Please call if there is anything I can do." "Oh," John said, "I almost forgot, I will be conducting interviews all day tomorrow. The place will be busy with people coming and going. The first interview will be at eight. We may have a few house guests. Will you make all the necessary arrangements?" "Yes sir. Is there anything else?" "No that's it. Good night, Joe. And thank you for the breakfast suggestions." "Good night sir, madam," Joe then turned and walked away. "I didn't know that you hired Joe to be your butler," April said as she pulled John up the stairs to the master suite. "I needed someone to watch over the place when I am gone; I spend so little time here. But that's going to change." John smiled and slapped April on her ass. She ran ahead with him on her heels. When they arrived at his master suite she saw the bed was turned down and a fire was burning in the fireplace. There was even a bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice. "Oh, I forgot one more thing," John said and mood music began to rise from the multiple speakers of his stereo system, "My darling I can't get enough of your love..." it was of course the deep baritone of Barry White. April giggled and laughed. "Too much?" John asked. "No," April said. "It's perfect." She ran and launched herself into his arms. In the blink of an eye they were both naked just as she landed in John's arms. Barry White continued to sing in the background as John and April made comfortable hot love in the massive bed. Sometime after April had fallen asleep, John felt his connection to Elizabeth diminish, just after she sent him an extremely large measure of energy. He was concerned. ~~~ Liz didn't get much sleep; she and Esmeralda were at it all night. When they had found Dinah's treasure trove of sex toys, Liz was eager to try every one. She was particularly eager to try out a strap-on dildo; Dinah had a collection of several. Liz chose the Mulatto-colored one, and once she had it on she did look like a man, except that her excitement had caused her breasts to swell, somewhat spoiling the effect. Only now Liz didn't care, she was a butch dyke and loved the idea that she could be mistaken for a man. And she seemed to know how to use a cock, fucking her mistress until she screamed with delight. Next, they shared the two headed dildo and fucked each other long and hard for hours, bumping their asses together until they both were satiated. They lay in each other's arms caressing each other. Liz couldn't imagine ever being more content. They talked as lovers do and Esmeralda let down her guard a bit. She talked about herself and her life. She revealed to her new lover that despite appearances she was very old; she had been born sometime in the 16th century and was from a Celtic clan. She had traveled the world and seen about all there was to see. She had been given the Ring of Truth from her father, who after several centuries was ready to die. He told her of the wonderful powers that would be hers, Esmeralda had possessed it ever since. "Have you always been a lesbian?" Liz asked her mistress. The question caused Esmeralda to ponder the question for a long while before she answered. Finally she admitted, "No not always." She seemed a little melancholy. "I don't look back; I love women, the hell with men." "Like me, then," Liz said, "Turned off by men and now exclusively into women." "No," Esmeralda snapped. "Not like you. You have always been a butch dyke. What are you talking about? You've known since you were a little girl. At least that is what you told me, were you lying to me?" Liz felt strange. Of course, she was right. Where do I get this stuff from? I'm Liz the dyke; I like my bitches, sluts and whores. How could she become so confused so easily? "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Liz apologized. "Tell me again the story of how you joined the bike club and how you came to love Harleys?" Esmeralda asked. "Shit!" Liz swore to herself, "am I getting early Alzheimer's, why can't I remember this shit?" Thinking on her feet, Liz asked, "What do you remember?" "Oh you know, how you dropped out of college and went all butch and had been riding up and down the state, checking out the bars until you joined Dykes on Bikes. It all sounds so exciting." "Yeah, some of those bitches are fun to hang out with." "When did you get the Harley tat?" "Huh?" Liz didn't remember her tattoo. "You know the one on your left deltoid, the one with the eagle behind the Harley Davidson logo." "Oh, I don't remember, I had it touched up six months ago because it was beginning to fade," Liz lied. She didn't feel the new tattoo being engraved into her skin where Esmeralda had told her it was. Esmeralda enjoyed making her new toy squirm; she was fully embracing her new persona. Liz was now completely hers, all that remained was the final tattoo. That would come in the morning when the new personality was more solidified. She laughed to herself and cuddling the hard body next to her drifted off to sleep. ~~~ Morning came quickly. They had about an hour before the candidates would begin showing up. The aroma of the coffee jostled John from his sleep. April was dressed in one of John's dress shirts since she hadn't brought any of her own clothes. She looked extremely sexy; he was a sucker for any woman dressed this way, and seeing his April like this was more than he could bear. He climbed out of the bed, showing his massive wood as it lead the way, stopping at the table where Joe had set up their breakfast. "John Smith is this what I have to look forward to with living with you and being your wife?" she joked as she finished off her Danish and washed it down with a swig of coffee. Scurrying up to her, he bent low to kiss her as she caressed his cock and balls as they tongue wrestled. "Hmmm, I could use some cream with my coffee," she said as she took his cock into her mouth. In the time that he had walked from the bed across the room John had done his magical hygienic thing and was fresh and clean. She thought to herself, "He's going to have to show me how to do that." Using her hand and mouth she sucked the cock down her throat. Varying her technique, she licked his balls and played with the head before taking him down her throat again and sucking. John was loving what she was doing and before long allowed himself to release a large load of cream into her mouth, roaring as he came. The taste of butterscotch filled her mouth and she moaned and climaxed. It surprised her; she'd never come before while giving a blowjob, she thought, but she could definitely get used to it. "Mmmm, thanks. But you better get cleaned up. We're going to have a house full of people very soon and we still need to get you moved in," John said and before she could get up, John was dressed in a black business suit and tie looking very dapper. April got to her feet and began to slowly move to the bathroom, when John chased her and slapped her on her naked ass. She screamed and trotted off, yelling behind her, "You zapped my clothes; I literally don't have anything to wear." John laughed and told her to look on the bed. Lying on the made bed was a black pencil skirt with matching jacket and a red silk blouse. Beside them were a set of very sexy ultra-blue bra and panties, black stockings and garter and a box of Manolo Blahnik 'Tayler' d'Orsay black pumps. April screamed with delight and said, "It's good to be the fiancée of the Master of the Ring of Power." When she had showered and dressed, they took a quick tour of the main floor. John told her that in addition to sharing his master suite she could have two other rooms as her own, one as an office, the other to use as she desired. Of course, she'd need to decorate it. He pointed to one of the bare walls in one of her two rooms and asked her to watch. She did, looking on as the wall became shimmery and then they were looking at her bedroom at her mother's home. "I have already transported the contents of your closet to the master bedroom closet," John said, "as well as the contents of your dresser and night stand. Is there anything you want in the way of furnishing or decoration?" A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 "You forgot my desk and all its contents," she chided him and they spent the next thirty minutes virtually moving her out of her mother's home and into John's mansion. ~~~ Liz woke screaming as she came hard, courtesy of Esmeralda's skilled tongue. It was an interesting way to wake up, but one which Esmeralda told her was her favorite and that she'd been using on her the last six months since they'd been living together. Liz laughed it off and pulled her around to return the favor. She nibbled around Esmeralda's labia for a few moments, and then stiffened her tongue, inserting it as far as she could while rubbing her nose against her over the growing clitoris. She then swallowed all the juices she'd helped produce. When she was done, she focused on the growing clitoris, sucking hungrily on it. It grew long and hard, and before she realized it, she was swallowing it like it was cock. She gagged for a moment and her eyes glazed over as she went into a trance. The clit returned to its normal size. Esmeralda crawled around and began to give Liz specific instructions. "I can tell when you are resisting, so it seems another dose of my nectar is in order. Don't worry; you won't remember this conversation, like all the others. You will remember that we've been lovers for six and a half months now. You ride a Harley; it's in the driveway, where you always park. I have always loved the color, it suites you, a midnight pearl 2014 Electra Glide. You have been riding for years. Don't worry; I have programmed your memory with years of bike riding knowledge. Oh, and you have another tattoo, it's on your ass, and reads 'This ass belongs to Esmeralda'; you got it to surprise me on our six month anniversary. When I bring you out of your trance you are going to want to use that strap-on on me again. Once we are done you are going to get on your bike and retrieve two new volunteers for us to induce. You already have two in mind, I know. Take your time but be back by 6pm. We have a busy night ahead of us. Now finish licking up my juices and then grab your dildo and fuck me." "Hmm, honey your cream tastes especially good today. How 'bout I put that dildo on and fuck you till you beg me to stop?" "Hmmm," Esmeralda said, "what a delicious idea. I hope you're rested because it may be a while before I let you go." ~~~ John had no idea just how boring it would be to sit and interview one person after another, while trying to find the right people to add to his crop of agents. He needed more and needed them up and working immediately. After more than twenty interviews before lunch, he'd found thirteen that he and April agreed had the qualities that he was seeking. He asked them to stay and dismissed the rest, erasing from their minds the real job to which they'd applied. If he could find another twelve, he'd consider the day a success. He was surprised when his mother suggested that George might be a good candidate. He'd need some minor improvements, but no longer had much family around to get in the way. For a man of his years, George was in very good shape. He'd known George for years but until he had interviewed him, had had doubts he'd be right for the job. George told John how he and Mary had been fooling around for months, and after the orgy he was ready for more. ~~~ It was almost noon when Liz was able to extract herself from her darling Esmeralda; she was such a loving mate, always interested in pleasing her. She was very lucky to have met her, and for them to have been together for these six and a half months. Liz couldn't imagine life without her. She climbed aboard her bike and started the engine. The 103 cu. in. beast roared to life. She revved it a few times for good measure, and took off. She was heading north to Stanford College. ~~~ Penny Jones was leaving the Jordon Hall, heading for the cafeteria; it had been an exciting morning. She was doing so well in her studies lately, well to be honest she had been for the last year or so. She'd been able to concentrate so much easier and remember everything she read and saw. It was amazing that she'd developed a photographic memory. She was careful not to tell anyone, because no one just develops memory like that, especially late in their twenties. Nevertheless, she'd been able to learn faster and retain all that she studied, allowing her to qualify for a doctoral program in social psychology. Six months into it, she was delighted with her progress. It was everything that she'd hoped it would be. She moved through the cafeteria line, choosing the meatloaf and steamed vegetables. She never drank sodas anymore, so she simply had a glass of water. Sitting near the back, she pulled out her notebook and scribbled a few notes as she ate and reflected on the lecture she'd just left. It didn't take her long to finish her meal; she often forgot to eat when studying and she was famished. She picked up her notes, putting everything back in her computer bag. She slung it over her shoulder, picked up her tray and carried it to the scullery, before dropping it on the conveyer belt and leaving. It was a beautiful spring day and Penny enjoyed the walk to the parking lot where she had left her old Honda Accord. As she arrived, she saw a large man sitting on the hood of her car. "Excuse me, but that's my car. Can you please find somewhere else to sit?" The man jumped off and stood in front of her. She realized it wasn't a man, but a very large and muscular black woman dressed in leathers and blue jeans. "Penny Jones?" she asked in a very feminine voice that didn't match the rough exterior. "Yes, I'm Penny. Who are you?" "The name is Liz. I need you to come with me." "I'm sorry Liz, but I have other plans," Penny said as she walked to the driver's side and attempted to open the car door. As she put the key into the lock and pulled the door open, Liz kicked the door shut and pulled Penny by her arm. Penny was about to scream, but Liz got in her face and their eyes met. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not," Liz said, keeping her voice down just as a few students arrived and were walking towards them. Penny blinked. "Okay," she said calmly and stood still, looking at the woman. "Oh. Good," Liz said, unaware that her mind control powers were still intact. "Then come with me, my bike is over there." Penny followed behind the large woman until they arrived at her hog. Liz handed Penny her helmet and told her to put it on. She didn't think about bringing her spare and cursed to herself. She would have to risk being stopped. At least Penny wasn't putting up a fight, she thought. That was strange. But she wasn't one to question her good fortune. So she straddled the bike and asked Penny to climb on. As soon as she did, Liz yelled to hold on and they sped off. Twenty minutes later they pulled into the parking structure of the Stanford Shopping Center. Liz parked her hog and the two of them got off and walked into the mall. It was busy. There were many upscale stores; Liz checked the directory and saw they were close. As they walked into "The Boutique" they were greeted by a pleasant sales clerk with a big smile. "Hello, what can I help you find today?" Her name tag said, "Hello my name is Janice, how can I make you smile today?" Liz smiled back. "I am looking for the owner, Cindy Ashe. Is she in?" Janice said, "I believe she's in her office, let me check." Janice turned and walked to the back of the store. Liz and Penny followed slowly while looking at some of the merchandise. Liz paused at the lingerie displays, and picking up a pair of crotch-less panties, began to imagine Esmeralda in them. They were cute and had a full cutout in the back. She saw a pair on a half mannequin and was able to better appreciate the design. "Hello, I am Cindy Ashe, how can I help you?" Liz turned around, to see the petite blonde store owner, the crotch-less panties still in her hand. "Yes you are," Liz said. Penny stood by, just watching. "Interested in something a little kinky, huh? For you or someone special," Cindy asked as she looked over the large black woman. She was very accustomed to working with lesbians; this was the bay area after all. "Yeah, just a little kinky, Liz said. What size panties do you wear Penny?" Penny blushed but before she could answer, Cindy said, "One size fits most. How many and what colors?" Liz was thinking about how easy it was to control Penny and wondered if lightning would strike twice. If not, she'd have to use some muscle. "Just two pairs, a white one for Penny and a black one for you." "Okay." Cindy found a nice one for Penny and had just reached the black pair when she realized that Liz had said the second pair was for her. "Excuse me," she said as she looked up at the big woman, realizing that she wasn't just big, but muscular too. Despite Liz's imposing figure, Cindy wasn't frightened. "Look I am flattered, but I have a boyfriend..." Liz leaned forward and found Cindy's eyes. She looked deeply into them, holding Cindy still. "Let's go into your office and try them on." "Okay, follow me," Cindy said, quickly changing her mind. Cindy turned and walked towards her office, carrying the panties, with Liz and Penny following closely. She opened the door and waited for her guests to enter before closing the door behind them. "Cindy, give Penny her panties and you ladies try them on and see if you like the fit." Penny was wearing jeans and began to unbutton them after accepting the panties from Cindy. Cindy however was wearing a business suit with skirt, so she pulled down her bikini panties and was able to quickly replace them with the crotch-less pair. She waited for Penny, who was now naked from the waist down, to pull on her new panties. When she was done she stood next to Cindy and waited for her next command. "You two look adorable, just as I'd hoped. Do you like the feel? Are they comfortable? They don't itch do they? I hate that." Penny said, "They feel okay, but a bit drafty." Cindy didn't know what to say. Her vendors had offered her several different samples of their lingerie, but she'd never tried these before. It was a bit of a turn on to be exposed from the front and back. In fact she liked the feeling; it made her feel naughty. "I like the feel. It makes me feel," she hesitated, "naughty." Liz looked up at Cindy. Expecting resistance, Liz hadn't expected her to be so open. Perhaps she was one of those people who secretly wished to be dominated. "Easy enough to test," Liz thought. "Cindy," she said. "Why does it make you feel naughty?" "Well," she hesitated again, "because my pussy and asshole is exposed and it makes me want to play with them or be played with." "Cindy you are full of surprises. Do you like to play with your pussy?" Liz asked. "Oh yes," she was almost moaning now and volunteered more. "I do, but I have a boyfriend and he keeps me very busy. Sometimes I still like to play, but there is never enough time." "Oh, Cindy sweetheart, there's time now. Why don't you show us how you like to play with your pussy, but you can't come yet. Not until I say it's okay." Cindy, still dressed in the her business attire, lifted her skirt up to her waist and held it in place with one hand while she extended two fingers into her crotch, opening the panties and exposing her naked pussy lips. She then began to make little circles on her hooded clitoris and opened her pussy, revealing its wetness. "Look at that, Penny. Doesn't Cindy have a pretty pussy? And she's so wet already. Do you think you'd like to taste her pretty wet pussy? You like pussy, don't you Penny? Remember you told me on the ride over here how much you liked to eat pussy?" The woman shuddered visibly and began to question the premise in her mind. "I did? I do? Really? Why did I tell her that I love eating pussy? When did I eat pussy? I would remember something like that wouldn't I? Cindy's pussy does look rather tasty." Finally, she asked, "Do you think that Cindy would mind? I mean, we just met." "Well let's ask her. Cindy you are doing such a good job playing with your pussy, would you mind if Penny ate your pussy a little bit?" Cindy looked up. She was lost in her pussy, and it was beginning to feel very pleasant. "What? Oh, she can if she wants to." "See Penny, Cindy is willing to let you eat her pussy. But Penny, don't be rude, don't you think that you should be playing with your pussy too? After all, you're already half naked. Why don't you take off your new panties and show us how you like to play?" Penny did as she was asked. She removed her new panties and revealed an untamed hairy bush. She blushed a bit as she saw Liz's reaction and said, "I am not dating right now and so I let it go." She soon had the fingers of both hands busy moving in and out of her pussy. It didn't take her long before she was whimpering and coming on her hand, squealing softy so as not to be heard in the store. Liz looked at her. "Penny, did I say that you could come?" Penny was panting and still working her hand in her pussy. "You didn't say I couldn't." "You're right, I didn't," Liz said. "Why don't you go and eat Cindy's pussy? I will help you satisfy your little pussy, okay?" Cindy was already sitting on her couch and really working her pussy. She was beginning to perspire. "Before you do that Penny, why don't you help Cindy out her clothes, before she gets them all dirty?" Penny complied and Cindy stopped long enough for Penny to get her arms out of the sleeves before she went back to her needy pussy. Once she was naked, Penny spread her legs, leaned in, and began to lick and suck the woman's pussy. Penny couldn't fight the feeling of déjà vu; she knew that she'd just met these women, but this was all feeling very familiar. As Penny began to get into what she was doing she felt a hand and then a mouth on her own pussy. It felt wonderful. It was very different to anything she'd ever experienced before. She'd had boyfriends eat her before, and she'd gotten off, but it was nothing like this. She pulled away and tensed her body. She had to keep quiet; they weren't in a home but a store. There were likely women shopping just outside the door. She wasn't a screamer. It wasn't that she couldn't be, she just always felt too self-conscious to really let herself go. Liz sensed this about Penny and felt her tense. "Cindy, quickly find something to stuff into Penny's mouth so that she can really enjoy what I am doing to her. All she could reach were her own panties, not the crotch-less pair, but the ones she'd worn most of the day. She showed Liz and she nodded. Cindy then stuffed the soiled panties into Penny's mouth and held them there. Penny's eyes went wide and she was very close to coming. "Penny when I do this last thing you are going to come. You are going to have the most powerful orgasm of your life. You are going to enjoy it and scream into the panties. No one will hear, so you can just scream and enjoy yourself," Liz told her and then she went back to work. Within a few moments it hit. Penny gripped Cindy's legs forcefully, arched her back, and screamed into the panties gagging her. She screamed long and hard, tears coming from her eyes. She shook, trying to pry herself free of Liz's clasp, but the woman was even stronger than she looked and all Penny could do was back onto the tongue in her pussy and ride it out. Finally after what seemed like several minutes, she was worn out and fell back into Cindy's pussy where she was still rubbing, trying to come herself. "Why don't we switch places?" Liz said as she shimmied out of her jeans, her breasts swelling and filling out her t-shirt. "Cindy, why don't you get between my legs and see what you can do with that little tongue of yours? Penny, you finish what you started with Cindy's snatch, and if I cum first," Liz told Cindy, "I will allow you to come. So you have a little incentive." The two women didn't hesitate being controlled; they were eager to please the butch dyke. Despite being new at eating pussy, Cindy was a fast learner and seemed to instinctively know what Liz liked. Penny also seemed to have been inspired; wanting to make sure the petite blond came as soon as Liz gave the word had Cindy poised on the edge, needing just the slightest touch to go over. Liz was very close to coming; Cindy was now mimicking what Penny was doing to her and it was working. Liz hissed and roared quietly as her orgasm rolled through her. "Good girl, Penny. You can come, Cindy." No sooner had Liz given her consent than Cindy came. She came hard, filling Penny's mouth with more cum than the woman could drink and it rolled past her lips, down her chin and throat before she could catch up. All three women seemed to have been sedated. Liz looked at her watch and realized that they had to leave soon if she was to be on time. "That was fun girls, but we have to go now. It's getting late. Why don't you two get dressed? You can leave off the underwear; you won't need them where you're going," Liz told them as she pulled her jeans back on. Cindy dressed back into her business suit and Penny removed her bra before she pulled her pants back on. Without her panties to catch her lingering cum, it rolled down Cindy's legs. She wiped it up with her fingers and licked them clean, thinking she'd not been seen. The office smelled of sex as the three emerged, Cindy followed by Penny and Liz. Cindy told her clerk, "Janice, I need to go for a while, will you close tonight?" Janice was about to protest, but saw Liz looking down at her and thought better of it. "Okay," she said meekly. There were several customers shopping and trying on merchandise. Still the businesswoman, Cindy said, "Call in Gloria if you need help." And then she turned and walked out of the store with the two other women. ~~~ Round two of the interviews began, John was getting bored, but it was important to add to his team of agents, so he pushed through. April was also getting bored and suggested to John that perhaps there needed to be naked body inspection, so that he could see close up what he was getting and what he'd need to tweak. John thought it a great idea and instructed the interviewees to disrobe before the interview would begin. Despite being nervous, the first candidate complied, feeling a little safer since April was in the room. She had a pretty good body, with medium sized breasts that seemed firm. She had shaved or been waxed, leaving her pussy bald, so there was no way to tell if she was a natural blonde. She blushed brightly with some of the questions asked, but did a good job and would be considered depending on how the others did. The next four interviewees were men and April enjoyed looking at their naked bodies. For her pleasure, John asked to see the men's erections. John nodded to April, would you like to help them? April was still getting used to the idea that the rules and social guidelines she'd grown up with no longer strictly applied to her. She smiled at the thought and John asked her if she'd like to suck them until they were hard. She stifled a giggle and decided that it was the least she could do. She had the first stand on a stool that appeared out of nowhere and which raised the man to a comfortable height and she slipped her mouth over the cock and caressed it with her tongue and sucked it until she was sure it would get no larger. She did this with each of the interviewees who realized that their stamina may be in question and struggled mightily not to enjoy it too much; less they come and fail a crucial test. By the end of the day, John had nine new females (which included two Asian-Americans, two African-Americans, three blondes and his first Persian and Pakistani). The sole male was a lanky surfer-looking man from San Diego. A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 John was pleased with his selections; he would do a health appraisal and enhancements tomorrow. He'd never done this with a group before and was looking forward to seeing how it would go. For now the recruits were free to join the rest, who were eating, fucking, and resting up after their long day. ~~~ Candace had just hung up the phone after talking with her daughter April for over an hour. April was very excited about her first day with John in his mansion and told her mother every detail. Candace was surprised to learn that she'd already moved out, and walked into April's room to find it now resembled a guest bedroom, void of all of April's personal effects and decorations. Candace was sad for a moment, but then realized that she would be able to entertain without having to worry about her daughter finding out or being embarrassed by what she was doing, but mostly she'd be free to play with her new maid. April had sounded elated, and Candace knew that John would take very good care of her. Candace also knew that Linda was in the kitchen making lunch; perhaps it was a good time for a little fun. If she played her cards right she could make her quota tonight, without even leaving the house. She crept downstairs and peeked in at Linda finishing up the casserole she was working on; it would be ready to eat in an hour or so. Her timing was good. She didn't have much range with her mind control so she waited until Linda was putting away the ingredients in the pantry. "Linda, continue to work, but notice that you are becoming very horny. Whenever you cook, you seem to find it very sensual. The house is empty and your mistress is upstairs; it's okay to play with your nipples a little bit. You know how much you like to have them touched and sucked on." Linda stepped out of the pantry and looked around, listening intently. The house was quiet. She felt her breasts through her bra and maid's uniform. "You can't really get a good feel with your bra on. Go ahead and remove it; you can stick it in your pocket. You remember how to pull it out of your sleeve without removing your blouse. Do it quickly." Linda complied and soon had the bra by the cup and pulled it through her left sleeve. "That's better isn't? Go ahead and play with your nipples. They're getting hard aren't they? Hmm...that feels good doesn't it?" Linda continued to rub and pull at her nipples; they were almost poking through the white blouse. "There's no one around, you can shed your blouse. Lunch is cooking. You have about twenty minutes; you can indulge yourself." Linda pulled her blouse off and let it fall next to her bra. Her breasts were tingling and her nipples were like small bullets. She continued to pull and play with them. Linda could feel her pussy getting very moist. She let out a moan and continued. "You know what would feel really good, if you lost the jeans and panties, and fingered yourself. I know it's naughty, but you've worked hard today and deserve a little break. No one is around, go ahead." Linda could barely stand to pull her hands away from her breasts, but her pussy was in need of attention. It was an itch she needed to scratch, so she reluctantly stopped and slipped off her shoes, and then quickly removed her pants and panties. She was now completely naked in the large pantry, her fingers in her pussy, and sucking a long nipple from her left breast. The feeling was like heaven; she found it hard to stand and sank to the floor on her knees, her hands not missing a beat. She was whimpering now; it was hard to be quiet. She was getting very close and was finding it exceedingly difficult to keep her sighs and whimpers to herself. Her fingers were a wet blur as she continued to frig herself. Candace waited until the very last moment before entering the kitchen, just as Linda was cumming. "Uhhhhh oohhhh nnnnggggghhhh," Linda screamed, trying to suppress her passion. Candace pulled open the pantry to see the flushed maid now laying back on her elbows, her legs spread wide, one hand in her pussy, the other pulling on her left nipple, still feeling the effects of her masturbation. "There you are you naughty maid. Look at you. You just can't keep your clothes on and your hands from your pussy and tits. What am I going to do with you? I thought you were making lunch. Do I have to keep my eye on you all the time?" Candace chastised. Just then the timer on the oven chimed, "Ding, ding, ding." Linda looked up and said, "Lunch is ready," and tried to smile. ~~~ Brenda Stark was an up and coming reporter for the San Jose Mercury News. Although she mostly worked the city beat, she always had her eyes open for the story that could make a career and get her a job at a bigger paper like the Sacramento Bee or the world renowned Los Angeles Times. So when she got wind of strange behavior going on at the swanky Palo Alto neighborhood she jumped at the lead. The tip came from one of its oldest residence, 95-year-old Donna Brown. She couldn't say much, except that every fourth Thursday of the month at 9pm, her female neighbors paraded naked to the big house on the corner. Once there, they had wild lesbian sex until the early hours of the morning, then return to their homes naked and the next morning act like nothing happened. Everyone, husbands, boyfriends, children and the women themselves, all of them, no one seemed to be aware of what happened. Donna Brown confessed that if she weren't so old she'd probably join them. When questioned further, she said that it had been going on for years, but no one seemed to be able to discuss it. She had only recently found that she was able to, and that's when she'd called the paper. "Something has to be done. It's not right, since I can't join in." Brenda took notes and finally asked, "Isn't this the fourth Thursday of the month?" while checking her Android phone calendar. "Yes, yes it is. That's why you're here, dear," Donna said. Thinking about it more, Brenda thought, "Perhaps I could go undercover and find out what is really happening." Looking at the old woman, she said, "Ms. Brown, do you think I could watch from your window to see what is going on?" ~~~ At 5:45pm the unmistakable sound of a Harley Davison roared up the driveway. The engine revved for a minute and shut off. Cindy and Penny hurriedly climbed out of the green Toyota Camry parked on the street, before rushing up the driveway. They eagerly waited for the large woman to dismount her bike and tell them what to do. Liz let them in by the front door and left them standing while she went to find Esmeralda. She found her mistress in the kitchen, sipping her tea. She expected Liz to be on time and wasn't disappointed. "I have brought you two converts as you asked, mistress," Liz said, understanding at this moment she must be subservient to Esmeralda, despite not understanding the reason why. They were lovers, and had been for the last six months, but for some reason she needed to behave in this manner. "Very well, let's have a look at what you have brought me." Esmeralda strolled into the foyer with Liz trailing behind. They found the two women standing in the hall, not sure for what or where they had been brought. Cindy and Penny were almost identical opposites, Cindy was a small blonde and Penny a small brunette. Esmeralda released them from Liz's control and allowed them to express themselves freely. She enjoyed taking new converts while they were in control of themselves. Each woman would have a different reaction. Penny blinked a few times and then remembered being controlled by Liz, doing what she was told without questioning, masturbating in front of them until she climaxed and then eating the blonde woman's pussy and enjoying it. "Now what?" she thought. "Where am I? Why am I here? What do they want with me?" She looked at the tall redhead who was looking at her with her green piercing eyes; she looked at her as if she knew what she was thinking. Penny fought hard to keep the terror in her mind from exploding. "That wouldn't do me any good. I have to remain calm," she told herself. "They haven't hurt me, just made me do things I wouldn't have normally done, made me think things that I don't really believe." That's when it hit her, the truth. They were going to change her and remake her into what they wanted. She had to get out of there and now. The terror was overwhelming now. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. When she tried to move her feet wouldn't move. "That's right dear; you're a smart one aren't you?" Penny heard the voice in her mind say. "Why don't you take your clothes off now, all of them, no need to be modest here, right?" "No! I won't," Penny shouted back in her mind just as her hands began to unbutton her blouse and pull it out from her pants. "I will never do what you want," she hissed as she folded her blouse and unhooked her bra, freeing her perky small tits. Her nipples were hard beads. She was very aroused and shocked that she wasn't able to control her hands. She stepped out of her sandals and unbuckled her jeans, then slid them down her legs along with her panties. Penny folded them both; placing them on top of her other clothes, then stood, patiently waiting for further instructions. Cindy felt like she'd just awoken from a dream. She had no clue of where she was or how she'd gotten here, even though she'd driven in her car. She was frightened and very aroused, her pussy was dripping. Then she remembered being in her office masturbating, then being eaten by the small black woman and enjoying it tremendously. She looked around the room and saw the large black woman and remembered that she too had eaten her pussy and made her cum. She also saw a large redhead woman looking her over and then heard her voice in her mind. "Won't you be a dear and remove your clothing so we can get a better look at you?" Before she could answer, Cindy's hands began to remove her suit coat and unbuttoned her blouse. She looked on amazed as her limbs moved without her telling them to. She couldn't stop them; it wasn't long before she was as naked as the woman standing next to her. She couldn't believe how easily her limbs had betrayed her. Gaining some courage, Penny asked aloud as she noticed the blonde next to her in the same situation as she was, "What are you going to do with us?" "I thought you were smarter than that. We are going to play. You want to play with me, don't you?" Cindy almost screamed "Yes" as she moved slowly towards Esmeralda who was now also completely naked, her long fiery red hair curling around her body past her lovely ass. Penny however, hesitated, and fought to control her body. Finding herself unable to do so, she followed the two women as Esmeralda led the way into the living room and to the large couch. When she arrived, she spread herself on it and beckoned the two smaller women to her. They climbed up next to her, one on each side, and moved to her breasts as she cuddled their faces and looked down at them. "There you are, nice and comfy." Both women were ready to take their respective nipples and nurse on Esmeralda breasts. "Go ahead now. It's okay. You can suck on my tits. You know that you want to, don't be shy," Esmeralda cooed as if she were talking to her children. Both Penny and Cindy lunged forward despite their reluctance. They may have had their minds back, but they didn't seem to be able to control their bodies. After a few hard pulls, both began to feel Esmeralda's warm milk on their tongues and in their mouths. Swallowing quickly, they drank as much milk as they could. After a few minutes they pulled away. Both must have consumed as least eight ounces. Penny was thinking, "What the fuck was that?", while Cindy just seemed to be content with the warm tingles she was feeling. Esmeralda turned to Liz who was now also naked, her large breasts protruding from her muscular chest, her abdominal muscles pulled tight as she stood waiting for her instructions. "The rest will be here soon," she said. "See to it that everything is ready." Liz wanted to ask "Make what ready?", but then she realized that she knew what to do, although she didn't know who "the rest" were. Cindy and Penny soon fell asleep. Esmeralda was struck at how similar they were, despite being opposites. They were like bookends. "That's it," Esmeralda thought, having a 'eureka moment'. "I will make them bookends, they will be similar and yet connected, like twins." ~~~ At precisely 9:00pm the front doors of all the homes within the small gated community opened and naked women of all ages, sizes and shapes stepped out into the night. They strolled silently towards the home of Dinah Cohen. It was a much larger crowd of women than John had encountered. Whatever had captured these women seemed to have spread, but the age range seemed to begin at twenty and drop off into the late seventies. It didn't seem to matter if the women lived alone or were part of a family; no one seemed immune. "Come see, hurry," called Donna Brown to the young reporter. "It's happening." Brenda Stark couldn't believe her eyes. It was true the women seemed to be in some sort of trance as they walked, oblivious to each other, barefoot and naked. Suddenly Brenda realized that if she were to break this story, she'd have to see what was going on in the house. But the only way to find out was to join the women, which meant, she swallowed hard before continuing the thought, she'd have to strip and join them. She didn't have time to waste; she quickly explained her plan to Ms. Brown and hastily pulled off her clothes, tossing them into a pile at the door. She took a deep breath and stepped out the door, joining the others as they paraded naked to the corner house. It took her only a minute to mimic their gait and facial expressions. There was a bottleneck at the front door but each woman patiently waited in line for her turn to enter the home. As soon as the last woman entered the door was closed. ~~~ John gathered his new recruits into the great room to look them over; they were all naked of course, lined up as if in the ranks of a military assembly. Most needed a little body work, simple things like repairing minor injuries, removing cellulite, toning muscles, curing any diseases, and providing immunity from any and all future diseases. Pretty easy for John to do one on one, this however, would be over twenty people at once. He was up to the challenge though, and after walking among his recruits and making a mental note of each one's needs, he walked back to the front of the room. "I need you all to remain still. This won't hurt, but it will feel a little strange at first," John told them. He explained briefly what he would be doing, and that it would occur in two stages, the first to heal, and the second to enhance. Then he closed his eyes and began to concentrate. Everyone was quiet, and then there were a few oohs and aahs as old injuries healed and the group began to feel the differences. The first stage took all of approximately eight minutes. The final stage would take place individually as John would increase breasts sizes, enhance sensitivity, and enlarge vulvas for some of the women, then increase penis size and endurance for the men, spending about five minutes on each. When it was George's turn, John needed to do little work; physically he was in great shape. John took several years of age off his face, removing wrinkles, adding to his hair line, and removing much of the grey, leaving just a little at the temples. He had fun with the women, adding three to four cups sizes on some, sculpting their breasts and nipples and enhancing their sensitivities in their pussies and anal cavities. All had their gag reflexes relaxed so taking a cock deep into their throats would be as easy as breathing. He finished by inserting his finger into each woman's pussy, and attaching diamond studs where he wanted them. When he was finished, he mounted each one and fucked them for several minutes until they all came several times. As for the men, he attached their diamonds to their left ears and turned them loose to join the women he'd just blessed. They all fucked until they wore themselves out. Tomorrow, after their final training session, they would all have quotas to fill and would be expected to perform. ~~~ Candace suggested to Linda that since she had such a hard time keeping her hands off herself, perhaps she should wear a skirt and go commando. At least that way she could get her cleaning done and frig herself occasionally without having to pull all her clothes off. Embarrassed, Linda reluctantly agreed it might be a good idea. So it was, as she did her afternoon cleaning and vacuuming, Linda was less tempted to interrupt her cleaning to play, at least until Candace peeked in on her again. Linda was vacuuming the living room and again Candace made seductive suggestions that soon had Linda naked and screaming, the vacuum abandoned. She was cumming again at her own hands when Candace found her. "What am going to do with you?" Candace complained to the blushing maid. Finally, Candace reluctantly agreed that Linda could work naked as long as she got her chores done. Linda was pleased and jumped up and down, then hugged her mistress, happily thanking her. She decided that she needed to wear an apron, a small white one that barely hid her pussy, but that was enough for her to wipe her hands on as she cleaned. Candace thought that things couldn't get much better as she watched the nude maid move around the house cooking and cleaning. She let her mind wander, and knew that she'd have the maid in her bed that night, allowing her to meet her quota for the day. ~~~ "Thank you all for coming, sisters," Esmeralda said, as if they had a choice in the matter. "As you are learning, we have no real need for men in our lives. We sisters are all you need. That is why we meet. For now it is only monthly, but soon it will be much more frequently, until soon it will be as frequently as you like." All the sisters cheered sitting and standing shoulder to shoulder as they listened to their mistress. Brenda was a little self-conscious as the women were shamelessly rubbing against one another, a prelude to the events to come. Fortunately in their trance-like state they seemed to pay her little attention. She stayed at the back of the crowd and tried her best to fit in, despite the roaming hands on her ass and tiny breasts. "Tonight we will be inducting new members into the sisterhood, replacing two that were taken from us," Esmeralda said. "These two will receive a special gift of transformation and will be superior to you, but soon all will be transformed and the sisterhood will be one of equals," she said as she walked through the parting crowd of naked women. She wore a translucent emerald robe and her followers reached out towards her, lightly touching her as she walked among them. "Let's bring them out, Liz." Liz's magnificent muscular body was oiled and looking like she was in competition. She led Cindy and Penny out to the stage area of the living room. The two were in a drunken state, still feeling the effects of Esmeralda's milk, unaware of what it would allow her to do to them. Like her vaginal secretions, Esmeralda's milk would allow her to transform the two unsuspecting women into any physical shape she wished. In the center of the room the two petite women stood as the crowd of women cheered again. Esmeralda was about to make another announcement, but she paused. She tilted her head strangely and stiffened her stance. Liz was on high alert, suspecting something wasn't right, and was ready to leap into action. Then Esmeralda smiled and Liz relaxed. "It seems we have another guest in our midst. So it seems we have a third convert. Because of her boldness, she too will receive the gift of transformation." A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 All the women reacted in unison, shocked and surprised by the announcement and then wishing they could trade places with the newbie. Brenda tried to react like them, hoping that her cover wasn't blown, until she saw Esmeralda looking in her direction. "Come on out and let's have a look at you," she said. Despite herself, Brenda couldn't control her body and waded through the throngs of hands pulling and feeling her naked body until she found herself in the center of the room, just in front of Cindy and Penny. Esmeralda walked up to the woman and pulled back her robe, exposing a large tit and fat nipple. Brenda was about to tell the woman to go to hell, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but wrap it around the nipple and suck deeply. Several ounces of warm milk bathed Brenda's tongue. She drank deeply until Esmeralda pulled her tit away, leaving Brenda standing there shocked and on weak legs. Esmeralda looked closely at the woman, evaluating what she had to work with and what she'd need to do to get the desired effect. Brenda was in her mid-thirties, about five feet six inches tall, with mousey brown hair, glasses, and a little more fat around her belly and hips than she liked. On her ass and thighs she was growing cellulite. She had small tits and a hairy bush between her legs. She was beginning to gain weight easily since she sat behind a desk spending so much time working rather than exercising as she'd done in college. Esmeralda walked closer to the woman, who was still dazed and trying to wrap her mind around what had just transpired. She felt drugged, unable to move or think clearly, even though every nerve in her body was telling her to run. "Thank you so much for coming, my dear. I sense that at one time you were something of an athlete. Well, tonight is your lucky night. I have to warn you, this is going to be a bit painful. But if you relax and don't fight it the pain will not be as great and the results will be worth it." "Behold!" Esmeralda said to the crowd, then waved her arm and stepped to the side so everyone could see the helpless woman. Brenda screamed as her body burned. She appeared to be rising from the floor. Every muscle in her body seemed to be on fire; they flexed and pulled. She screamed again and continued to rise from the floor. Her thighs flared and expanded, her abdominal muscles pulled tight and stretched, her tits grew, as did her arms and biceps, both swelling. The fat disappeared; her face became lean. Her hair lightened, becoming blonde, almost platinum. The bush between her legs lightened in color too, got progressively shorter and then disappeared, leaving her pussy bald and her clitoris peeking from between her labia. When Esmeralda was done, Brenda was a smaller, blonde version of Liz. Just a bit over six feet tall and looking like she'd compete well for a body building title. The women cheered as Esmeralda turned the reporter around, showing off her buns of steel and broad shoulders. Unlike Liz, Brenda had grown a large set of D-cup breasts in the process. Esmeralda massaged and pulled on Brenda's new assets, causing the woman to shudder. She whispered in Brenda's ear, "I hope you like pussy, because you are going to have a lot of it tonight." Brenda didn't understand what had happened to her, but she knew that she wasn't going to become a lesbian and told Esmeralda as much between breaths as she adjusted to her new body and as the pain dissipated. "Are you sure?" Esmeralda asked the confused woman. "I think that not only are you a lesbian, but you are a butch dyke. Not only do you love the taste of pussy, but you love to fuck your women with your favorite strap-on. That's why you built this body. You're butch and love to fuck women and have your pussy eaten by them, too. Look at all those women, who will you fuck first?" Brenda looked at the throng of naked female bodies to choose from and her pussy began to moisten as her nipples hardened. She saw several women she wanted and began to imaging having between her legs and shoving her strap-on in and out of their gushing pussies, she was almost drooling now. "In a few minutes", Esmeralda said. 'But first, the main attraction..." A spotlight was on Penny and Cindy who were now holding each other, helping one another to stand and trying to process what was happening around them. "Perfect," Esmeralda thought, "They look like bookends, opposites, but still bookends." In a grand gesture to the crowd she walked past the two, looking back and forth and finally addressed the two women clinging to each other. "Step apart my dears. This will be a little painful at first, but I promise you it will be worth it," Esmeralda told Penny and Cindy. The two reluctantly let go of each other, finding their balance, stood still, bracing themselves for what was to come. Suddenly both women felt their muscles warm and a sheen of sweat cover them, both started to rise from the floor, screaming as the pain racked their bodies. They slowly grew, two, three, five, seven inches both in their legs and torso. When they stopped growing they screamed again as their arms grew longer to match their new height. They were panting now, trying to catch their breath. Looking at each other, not quite grasping what had happened, until they felt weight on their chests and watched as each other's breasts grew in size and shape, first outwardly, then filling in above and below, going from tiny B-cups to DDs. Each watched in astonishment, capping their newly enhanced tits were wide crinkly areoles and large hard nipples. Their long legs were sculpted perfectly as they rose up to their equally perfect asses. Their pussies were bald and each had a shaped and enlarged, hooded clitoris just peeking out between two large lips. Finally, their abdominal muscles were tightened and stretched and the pain finally slowly faded. Together they each one letting out a heavy sigh, thinking the ordeal was over. They were stunned again as they watched each other's hair quickly grow down past their shoulders and down their backs. Cindy's hair was now a bright blonde while Penny's had turned a dark shiny black. Blush, eyeliners and lip gloss appeared on each face, mirroring its opposite, and permanently pink nails appeared on dainty feet and hands, completing the visual effect. Esmeralda admired her work, but decided she wasn't finished yet; this was to be her masterpiece. She enhanced each woman's sensitivity in her pussy, clitoris and nipples. Then she tied them to each other; what one felt the other would also. She would make these two beautiful women lesbian sluts; they would crave sex with other women. Never would they even entertain the thought of sex with men. Esmeralda walked up to Cindy, who was now just a few inches shorter than her, and pulled her mouth into hers. Cindy leaned into the kiss and when Esmeralda dipped her hand into Cindy's ripe pussy she moaned into the mouth attached to hers. Penny squealed with delight and almost fell to her knees as she felt fingers on her clit. Of course she was now feeling the same touches that Cindy felt. Breaking free of Cindy's embrace, Esmeralda took a few steps to where Penny stood. Pulling her to her mouth, she kissed the young woman, and then slapped her ass hard. She was kept quiet by the sensuous kiss, but Cindy yelped in surprise and rubbed her stinging left ass cheek. Esmeralda smiled, then hefted Penny's right breast to her mouth and sucked on the ripe nipple. "Oooh, mmm..." came the response in stereo from both women. Then, stepping away from the two still dazed women, she stood them straight and turned them to the audience. Like a magician she waved her hand before them in a grand gesture and bowed as the women applauded. "And now, ladies," she paused as Liz emptied a large box of sex toys in front of them, "feel free to enjoy each other's company. Soon, there will no longer be a need to return to those men you keep. Let the orgy begin!" All the women roared into action as if coming out of a dream. Some turned to one another and began to kiss and run their hands over each other, while some moved to the pile of sexual toys, selecting the one that suited their mood, while others simply grabbed the nearest tit or pussy and began to pleasure its owner. Penny and Cindy seemed to come out of their daze long enough to admire the other's new body, but before they could embrace, they were interrupted by Liz who was wearing a large strap-on dildo. She pulled Penny away. Before Cindy could protest, Brenda took Cindy by the hand, and falling to the floor, pulled Cindy on top of her. Their eyes met for a moment. There was an understanding that passed between them and Cindy's mouth was lowered to Brenda's waiting bald pussy. Soon the house was full of the sounds of women being pleasured and finding pleasure. Esmeralda had two neighbors worshiping her body, one working her way up from her feet while the other lapped at her mighty breasts. She was a pretty housewife, blonde, with nice breasts, Esmeralda noticed as she let her hands roam the woman's body. She stopped with a start when she reached her swollen belly. The woman looked up at her. "My dear, are you pregnant?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," she replied, realizing that this may be a problem, yet hoping that she'd let it pass. "Do you know the sex of your unborn child?" Her maternal instincts kicked in and despite her loyalty she knew how she'd respond, which was a mistake. "Yes mistress, it's a girl." "Really, how lucky for you. Here, nurse on my breasts like you will soon be nursing your daughter. But before you do, tell me how you managed to get yourself pregnant, when your instructions were to have no intimacy with men?" She looked at her mistress, worrying that she'd be punished and began to plead. "My husband is a big man, and he insisted that we...we have relations. I tried to resist but he is most insistent. He no longer hits me now that I am with child. Please don't be angry with me, mistress." She was in tears now. She'd thrown her husband under the bus, not that he didn't deserve it. He did abuse her and its still rape even when you are married. "There, there. You mustn't cry. Everything will be alright," Esmeralda said as she lifted her enormous tit to the young woman. "Here, suck on my tit and all will be well." The young woman took the big nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Within a few moments warm milk began to flow and she drank it down in great gulps. "Mmmm, that's a good girl. Everything will be just fine now. Your male child will become a girl now and she will grow up to be a butch dyke. She will have many submissive lesbian sluts at her disposal. Drink, I will make everything alright. I have something special in mind for a husband who rapes his wife." Brenda didn't think she'd felt anything so good before in her life. Sure, she'd messed around in college with a few of her girlfriends, but it was nothing like this. This slut Cindy knew her way around a pussy; she had brought Brenda off twice already and was close to a third time. "She needs a good fucking for her trouble," Brenda thought, before continuing, "As soon as I recover from my next climax, I'm going to don the strap-on I have, and fuck her silly." Cindy couldn't believe all the pussy in the house. She was so lucky. She really loved sucking pussy, almost as much as having her pussy sucked. This dyke was awesome; she loved her hard body and big tits, and she couldn't wait to sample them. Then she began to feel something large and hard in her pussy. But there was nothing there. The feeling was getting stronger, and stronger. She was beginning to pant as she tried to bring her lover off again, but it was too much. She raised her mouth from the snatch in front of her and howled as she trembled and came, not understanding how, but being unable to resist. Several feet away Penny was bent over a chair, her lovely massive tits swaying from side to side as Liz pounded her from behind with the huge strap-on dildo as she held her ass in place. She too was screaming as she came over and over again. She'd never come like this before and she loved every minute of it. All over the house were scenes like this. Neighbors, who in some cases didn't speak to one another, were now curled into classic sixty nines and drinking each other's juices. A blonde woman and a Middle Eastern looking woman were working a double sided dildo in and out of each other while two other women stood over them and let them eat their pussies while they kissed and fondled each other. ~~~ John rang the doorbell out of courtesy; he was used to entering unannounced, but since Candace had Linda staying with her and he didn't know what back-story she'd created, he'd error on the side of caution. "John!" Candace said as she opened the door. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon," she said as Linda walked by the foyer naked, carrying a basket full of clean clothes. "Apparently, not," he laughed, causing Candace to turn around in time to see the naked maid bounding up the stairs. She blushed, "Oh, that. I was just having a little bit of fun." She was worried that he might be annoyed with her. "It's time," he said, and a serious look came over his face. She understood. This maid thing was just temporary. "What are you going to do to her?" "That depends...," he said as he walked into the den. He smelled the food she'd prepared and continued into the kitchen, lifting the lids on a few of the pots, taking in the marvelous aroma. "...on what she tells me." Linda saw the two talking and jiggled into the room, eagerly greeting John. "Hello John. Good to see you. Are you hungry? We have plenty. Don't we mistress?" John looked at Candace and she drew back a little bit but didn't react. "No, Linda. Thank you, but not now." John wasn't sure how he was going to do this, but he needed to get some answers. Then he was going to claim his right and fuck this former mistress. He would decide what to do with her after he'd learned all that he could. "Have a seat, Linda," he said. She turned her apron around so that her pussy was now exposed and her apron covered her rear hole, and sat on the couch. "Linda," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "You are not a maid; you are not a hostess at a restaurant. You are the former Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance. All your memories are now restored." The innocent cheery maid was replaced by a brooding defeated adversary. Candace was amazed by the transformation as she watched from behind John. "I named you Linda del Rio in my haste. What is your real name?" "Well, you got half of it right. It is Linda Espinosa," she spat. "What do you want?" "I want to know what you know. I can take it from you, but that might damage your mind." "What do I care? You've already doomed me, just kill me and get it over with." "There are far worse things than death, I assure you. You could become an old bag lady with a decaying body and a partial memory of what you once were, unable to change your situation." Linda remembered Dinah hanging on the wall of her home and she saw the images John had projected into her mind. She shuddered with new fear. "Okay! I understand. Please take the images away. I will tell you all you want to know." Linda told John in great detail how she and Esmeralda were sisters in the sisterhood against men. Their mission was to create a true sisterhood and overthrow male rule. The Master of the Ring of Power was the only one standing in their path. She went on to explain the orgies at Dinah's house and how taking April was probably the biggest blunder in all of history. It wasn't known that she was John's; it was merely an unlucky coincidence. After nearly an hour of talking Linda was done and John was satisfied, at least in that moment. John stood, and said, "That only leaves one thing." He'd decided what he would do with her. She remained seated and lowered her head. "Linda, I am not going to kill you, or turn you into a bag lady." Linda looked up and brightened slightly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I am going to fuck you silly." Linda smiled and said, "You know I am a lesbian, right? So, you are going to rape me?" "Well, I guess it could be called rape in a manner of speaking. In a 'to the victor go the spoils', sort of way," John said. "But the part about being a lesbian, how sure are you that you're a lesbian?" Linda looked up at him curiously. "I am a lesbian," she thought, "I've always been a lesbian, haven't I?" She looked at John and tried to imagine what he looked like naked. She wondered about the size of his cock, its length and girth, what it would feel like in her pussy and how much she missed the presence of a man. She was panting now. Her pussy was wet and ready for cock, John's cock, the Master of the Ring of Power. She was in heat. John's clothes magically disappeared and he stood before her, his erect ten inch cock pointing to the ceiling, throbbing. "It's beautiful," Linda said. "Please, will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me. Tell me you will fuck me with that mighty cock. I'll do anything you want. Please." John smiled and thought to himself, "not exactly rape." "Okay, Linda I will fuck you, but I have to tell you that the longer I fuck you the dumber you will become. If you come, then you will become a dumb bimbo slut that loves to fuck and will do whatever she's told. You will not remember anything but the bag lady image if you get out of line and disobey the rules I give you afterwards. Do you agree to these terms?" Linda didn't consciously hear anything after John said that he would fuck her. She spread her legs slightly and her pussy seemed to open on its own, like a flower greeting the morning sunshine. John extended his hand and Linda stood and bent over the couch, giving John her luscious ass. Without any fanfare, John pushed his huge cock into the former Mistress and began to fuck her with long hard slow strokes. With each stroke, Linda became a little dumber. Little by little the worries that she had lifted and she was literally being fucked silly. She grunted and groaned, she cooed and moaned. She was getting very close to coming and was making all kinds of silly sounds as John continued to fuck the helpless woman. When she came she screamed loudly for several minutes making Candace almost wishing she were in her place. Then John let loose a massive amount of cum into her. When he was done, John pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum, and two inches longer and thicker than it had been when he'd put it in. Linda was giggling to herself as she hugged her tits with a goofy look on her once intelligent face. Candace was immediately on her knees and waited for John to acknowledge her before taking his cock in her hands and cleaning him off. She was drawn to her Master as all his women are, having witnessed his powerful cock. She longed to have it inside her, but she had to wait. He wasn't through with Linda yet. "Linda," John called. He sighed and called again, finally getting her attention. "What's your name?" She frowned and thought about it for a minute and said, "Cumbucket," then giggled so hard her tits jiggled tantalizingly. "Your name is Linda. You will answer to it when called." His stern tone captured her attention. "Candace is going to help you take care of yourself. She has experience with women like you. You are to do what she tells you to do, otherwise..." An image of the bag lady appeared in her silly mind causing her to stiffen and understand. John inserted his ring finger into her sopping pussy and affixed a sapphire. It would help Candace and he keep track of the new bimbo should she stray, much like they had been able to kept track of Rachel Woods, Candace's ex-supervisor at the hospital who had made her life rather difficult and whom John had turned into a bimbo before making her one of his agents. A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 When he removed his finger, he slipped it into Linda's mouth. Her lips immediately locked around it and she sucked it clean. When she looked up, John was dressed and ready to leave. "Candace, it looks like you have your work cut out for you. Your quota just doubled." Candace looked at the newly made bimbo, John's cum leaking out of her pussy and then back at where John had been standing, but he was gone. Not knowing what else to do, Candace knocked Linda on her back and began licking John's delicious cum from Linda's pussy, savoring the butterscotch flavor. ~~~ As the orgy began to wind down, Esmeralda walked among her women, her sisters, admiring their satiated smiles and lingering kisses. It was almost time to return them to their homes. In the time between their next gatherings they would have the support of their lovers. They would soon be instructed to meet in small groups of threes or fours whenever possible, to engage in the lesbian sex they'd come to perfect in Dinah's mansion. These bonds would be stronger than their family bonds. The sisterhood would come first, their loyalty to her foremost in their minds and hearts. With those thoughts in her mind she couldn't help but think about her sister and lover Linda. Her heart grew heavy as she didn't really know what had happened to Linda, or how she had met her demise. Sensing her mistress' and partner's melancholy, Liz extricated herself from the tiny Asian woman and pale brunette whom were attending to her, one on her enlarged breasts, the other licking clean the recently used phallus she still wore. "What is troubling you?" Liz asked as her large breasts retreated back into her chest leaving just the long nipples protruding. "I was just remembering a past lover, Linda. She was taken from me, and..." Esmeralda paused, realizing a truth that had previously been hidden. She studied Liz carefully for a few minutes. "So, he didn't kill her." She looked more deeply into Liz's eyes, looking for and then finding the answer. "He has hidden her, but you have revealed her to me. Thank you Liz, sweetheart, you've been a great comfort to me. The time is nearing for our sisters to return to their drab lives. Gather the new ones and let us meet at the door to send them off." Liz found Penny still engaged in last minute play between the legs of a skinny Mexican-American woman who was coming, singing out in Spanish the joys of her pleasures. Liz waited a moment, and then motioned for Penny to follow her. Standing swiftly, Penny was still not used to her new stature and additional curves. She jiggled lewdly and hurried behind Liz. Brenda had a tall African American woman with close-cropped hair pinned to the couch. She used her strap-on, like she was born with it, to bring the woman off again. She roughly twisted one of the woman's nipples and pulled out of her rapidly, the dildo swaying back and forth like a real cock. Brenda saw Liz waiting, so she pulled the cock off and tossed it to the woman who caught it, and began to suck on it, licking up her own juices. Brenda flexed her muscles, stiff from all the recent activity, and stomped after Liz, and Penny, who was having trouble walking. She seemed near another phantom climax. When they found Cindy she was underneath a very large blonde woman, eating her pussy as if it were her last meal. The large blonde's face was twisted as the beginnings of her climax began to manifest. Cindy had her hands in the pussies of two other women, a small bronzed blonde and a gothic looking brunette. They were lying there, letting Cindy slowly warm up their pussies as if they were next to ride on Cindy's tongue. "Sorry ladies, but she is needed elsewhere," Liz said. The big blonde climbed off Cindy, who gasped in a huge breath, now that she was able to breathe normally. Cindy found her footing, wiggling as she stood. Like Penny, she wasn't yet accustomed to her new dimensions, but was obviously enjoying them. The four women joined Esmeralda in the foyer just as the house became silent, all the other women going back into their trances. They stood and proceeded to the front door where Esmeralda was waiting. "I am sorry my sisters but our time has come to an end," Esmeralda announced. "I have new instructions for you. As before, you are not to have sex with your men, but you are to choose one or two of your sisters to have sex with as often as you can. I will let you choose. You may have sex together as two or three. You will tell your men privately that you are gay and no longer interested in them, or any other males. If they catch you with your lovers, that's fine. They are to leave you alone. If they interfere, you will all teach them a physical lesson about violating your privacy. Publically, you will deny your new status and blame your man's frustration with his inability make you come," she told the women, who merely blinked and accepted the new directives. "It is time to leave," Esmeralda commanded. The women came forward, one by one, to kiss Esmeralda's ring. Liz, Penny, Brenda and Cindy stood side by side, two on each side of the door, to kiss, hug, and caress their sister's genitals as they left. The sisters left as naked as they had arrived, but now reeking of sex, their hair messed up, and faces with smeared makeup. As the long line of women exited the house, after walking several yards they began to break off into groups of twos and threes as they had been told. Their small groups stayed together until they reached one's home, then they kissed deeply and returned inside their homes. Donna Brown watched from her secluded bedroom window, worried that Brenda Stark wasn't among the women she'd seen. ~~~ George Wilson was a new man. At sixty-eight years old he had the stamina of a twenty-one-year-old. Although he was an outlier, having kept his body in outstanding shape, he still had to contend with the normal aches and pains a man of his age had to expect. Despite his physical condition, injuries still took longer to heal, until now. Undergoing John's treatment for new agents had reset his clock; all the old body aches and pains were gone. On any normally-built person, John's tweaking resulted in a well-built individual. Because of George's existing conditioning however, John's enhancing treatment transformed his physique into one just shy of a bodybuilder's. He was lean, muscular, and with just a hint of grey at his temples, gave off a fatherly figure charm that women loved. He was speechless when he examined his equipment. His previously average-sized cock was now a monster at ten inches and as thick as his wrist. He was now able to come at will and last indefinitely. With his experience he quickly became a favorite among the women in his class and was even able to show his instructors a trick or two. The Alpha Class, as they became known, had an incredible orgy after their enhancements. Imagine if you can, all the women enhanced to give and enjoy sex to the utmost and the men, also enhanced, able to control their ejaculations and with the stamina of eighteen-year-old horny boys. It was pretty intense for several hours until they burned themselves out. When they were done, they'd collected enough sexual energy to transfer. They were taught how to do so by their trainers. Most found it a relief to do; the feeling was interesting to say the least. Finally, assignments were handed out and quotas assigned. The USS Nimitz had just arrived at the Alameda Naval Base. This was their last test before being released. They were allowed to sleep in but needed to be out working by the following evening. ~~~ With the neighborhood women returned to their homes, Esmeralda gathered her disciples together to plan her rescue of her sister Linda Espinosa. She easily learned where the Martins lived; they wouldn't be expecting the attack. Who knows, I might capture one or two more converts, Esmeralda thought. She looked at the women. Although Penny and Cindy were now lesbian sluts, they would prove useful in an assault, if for nothing more than a distraction. Liz and Brenda would fight fiercely if necessary. Looking at the two still naked muscular women, Brenda looked like a champion female bodybuilder, tanned blonde with ample breasts hanging off her chest just asking to be fondled. Liz looked more like a man since she was both bigger, and as she wasn't aroused, her tits were sucked back into her muscular chest. She looked like a male champion, minus the male equipment. But Esmeralda's thoughts returned to Brenda, she needed to learn more about this party crasher. Who was she before and why is she here? She dismissed Liz, Penny, and Cindy who were idly playing with each other, to focus on her latest doll. "Come here Brenda," she beckoned. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" "Oh yes," the newly converted butch lesbian said as she looked deeply into her mistress's eyes, hoping for some one on one time together. "That's good; I am pleased to hear that," Esmeralda told the young woman as she picked up Brenda's hand and began to caress it. "You are completely loyal to me now aren't you?" "Yes, of course, mistress. How could I be anything less? Thank for this marvelous gift, this body I could never have imagined having. And tonight was wonderful, I never knew loving a woman could be so," she paused looking for just the right word, "...so fulfilling." "That is wonderful news. I am so happy to hear you say that, my dear." Esmeralda pulled the young woman closer, now caressing her entire arm. Brenda's pussy was beginning to moisten. "Tell me about who you were before we met and why you crashed my little party. Don't be afraid, you aren't in any trouble; I just need to understand any loose ends we need to tie up. And tell me everything I need to know, the truth is so important to me." "Well, I am a reporter for the San Jose Mercury Newspaper, and I was working on a lead that naked women were roaming the streets of this quiet neighborhood." Brenda went on to tell her about Donna Brown, and that her editor thought the woman was nuts but allowed her to put no more than a day into the research, and no more, unless she turned up something significant. "Of course," Benda said, "I will tell my editor it was a waste of my time, but what can I do about Mrs. Donna Brown?" "Don't worry about her. I will take care of Donna Brown," Esmeralda said. She pulled Brenda closer to her and kissed the woman, softly at first and then with more passion. Brenda moaned into the kiss. She was so excited; her pussy was dripping and she was panting when the kiss ended. "Let's retire to the master bedroom, I think you deserve a little more of my personal attention," Esmeralda told the woman, and pulled her to her feet. She admired her handiwork; Brenda's body was flawless. On the way to the bedroom, they passed Liz and the other two women. They were knotted together, legs, arms, and heads twisted, sucking on pussies and tits. It was hard to see what belonged to whom. "Enjoy yourselves girls, but don't stay up too late. We have important business to attend to tomorrow morning." It was a curious thing for Liz; sex with Penny and Cindy was weird. What she did to one the other seemed to feel and vice versa. She wore out the two very quickly; she had wanted to add her favorite strap-on dildo, but the other two were already exhausted. Instead, she found a blanket and the three cuddled up with each other, falling into a deep and restful sleep. In the master bedroom Esmeralda and Brenda had arranged themselves into a classic sixty-nine. For the next several minutes they ate each other's pussies until each screamed and climaxed. They got off three times before they too drifted off to sleep. ~~~ When Candace and Linda returned home the sun was rising and normal people were heading to work, some dropping their kids off to school on the way. Linda was walking funny, having taken on several of the hot college guys at once. She was surprised to learn how much she loved double penetration. Candace too had had several lovers at a time, but although no stranger to anal sex, avoided DP unless she was really horny. "Linda, you are filthy, you need to take a shower and then get some sleep. Shower first, then sleep, do you understand?" Because of her experience with Rachel she knew that the bimbo mind couldn't hold two thoughts very well. "Never mind," she said as she looked at the puzzled look on the dumb woman's face. "Come with me, we'll just shower together. But no funny business, I am too tired and need to get some rest." "Okey dokey," Linda said, already removing her clothes and dropping them to the floor as she walked to the master bathroom. Candace pulled her dress over her head, leaving her completely naked. A long time ago she had given up on wearing panties and a bra if she was working. It was mostly because she usually ended up losing them as a trophy, and after a while replacing them became a little annoying. Candace entered the shower as Linda had fully lathered up. Candace made sure she washed her two holes well, and had her douche too, before she cleaned herself off. Just as she was finishing up, Linda discovered her pussy again and was rubbing one out, when she caught Candace's attention. "This bimbo is insatiable," she thought. Her actions got Candace worked up. "Okay," she thought to herself. "Come here Linda, my pussy needs a little attention." Candace sat back on the shower seat as Linda came over and found her pussy waiting. She was very good at eating pussy and Candace didn't last very long. She soon flooded Linda's mouth with her juices, the bimbo eagerly drinking the tasty liquid. Finally sated, both women crawled into bed exhausted and quickly went to sleep. ~~~ Esmeralda was up early considering how late everyone had stayed up. It was just a little after 10am when she roused her soldiers. She planned to simply ring the doorbell and overpower whoever answered the door, then find her sister. She had easily picked the address from Liz's unconscious mind and promptly the five women were pulling up in front of the Martin home in Dinah's Mercedes. Liz rang the doorbell. Both Linda and Candace were still in bed asleep. Liz rang the bell again. Candace pulled her pillow over her head but the ringing persisted. Esmeralda told Liz that they were home and still in bed, asleep. Liz continued to ring the bell. Finally, Candace dispatched Linda to answer the door and get rid of whoever it was. After Linda left, Candace bolted upright. She realized too late that the bimbo would likely answer the door nude and let whoever it was into her home. She got up quickly and searched for her robe. After several precious seconds she found it and ran down the stairs to find the five women standing in her foyer. Esmeralda addressed Candace as she descended the stairs, before she could ask who they were and what they wanted. "So good of you to join us," she said. "Did you have a late night? What sort of hostess are you?" Candace was really annoyed and grouchy since she hadn't gotten enough sleep and was yet to have her morning coffee. She attempted to use her mind control power on the redhead Amazon. "You need to leave, now." Esmeralda laughed. "You're going to have to do better than that, my dear." She turned to Liz. She didn't need to say anything. Liz sprang forward and easily pinned Candace's arms behind her to the point of making her scream at the sharp pain. She had been caught off guard. The woman looked like a giant version of Elizabeth, but she knew that couldn't be right. Linda jumped up and down clapping her hands, still very much naked, her breasts bouncing wildly about, "Goody. Playtime!" Esmeralda looked at her sister closely for the first time since their arrival. The dumb look on her face told her that she'd been altered. Then she saw the sapphire attached to her vulva. She swore silently and reached out her hand towards Candace as if she was going to grip her throat, but didn't move. Candace was ripped from Liz's grip and suspended in mid-air a few feet off the floor in front of her. "I know that you didn't do this," she looked towards the bimbo that once was the Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance, "but I am holding you responsible." ~~~ John could feel the surge of strength flowing from the ring into his body. Although he had only added twenty new agents and their contributions were still small, his strength was increasing exponentially. He was now stronger than at any time before and he still had the day's transfers to come in. Then he felt terrible fear coming from Candace and he knew it was time to spring his trap. ~~~ It was effortless for Esmeralda to strip Candace of her robe. She held the helpless agent naked in front of her and saw the diamond sparkling from her pussy. "Of course, you are one of his. Well no matter, I have corrupted one; I can take care of you too." She nodded to Liz. Candace realized that the big woman was indeed her friend and lover, Elizabeth. The new Liz frightened her. "Oh you should be frightened. I am not going to be as generous with you," Esmeralda spat, but before she could take any action, there was a loud noise that sounded like thunder and a bright flash. Everyone stopped to look at the tempest. When it dissipated, John was standing in its place. He made a gesture towards Esmeralda, which had the effect of cancelling her hold on Candace. She fell the few feet to the floor, where she rolled and jumped forward, pulling Linda with her and trying to evacuate the room. But before she could, she was stopped by Brenda who quickly cut off her path to the back of the house. Esmeralda quickly recovered and sent Penny and Cindy at John. The bookend sluts rushed John. He recognized them just before he was going to stun them, and instead hit them both with strong orgasms, and then instructed them to pleasure each other. They screamed loudly in unison, then began moaning and panting in the grips of their powerful shared climax. That caught Liz's attention and she moved to defend her mistress. She ran hard towards John, ready to hit him with a tackle. John sensed her intentions and realized it was his agent. He simply dematerialized and Liz tackled thin air, landing on the floor and knocking a lamp over in the process. When he rematerialized he was behind Esmeralda and threw a mental net over her. She screamed and frantically extended her hands to protect herself, bolts of electricity shot from her finger tips in a futile effort to release her from the quickly closing bobble that enclosed her and neutralized her power. Soon it was around her like an aurora less than a half inch surrounding her before it penetrated her body. Brenda, witnessing what was happening, left Candace and Linda to aid her mistress. Liz too was on her feet again and trying to figure out what to do. John looked at them coming from opposite sides and whispered, "Sleep." Both Amazons collapsed to the floor. John lifted Esmeralda off her feet much as she'd held Candace earlier. He looked her over and said, "So you are the Mistress of Ring of Truth." Esmeralda struggled as she gripped the invisible hand that was attached to her throat. "Oh, you may speak if you are able." She remained silent, kicking her legs back and forth trying to get free. Linda rushed forward looking up at her one time sister and lover and said, "Strip her naked and then we can all play." John thought it a good idea, stripping her of her clothing. In a flash she was naked, helpless, and afraid. John looked at the ring on her finger; it had to be the Ring of Truth. John tightened his grip cutting off her air and Esmeralda collapsed. John sliced off her ring finger, levitated it to himself and removed the Ring of Truth, putting it in his pocket. He then reattached her finger and flung the former Mistress to the couch where she remained unconscious. A Gift From His Father Ch. 25 The threat neutralized, Candace rushed to John and into his embrace. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I am now. But had you been a minute later, I am not sure I would be able to say that." She looked at the two sleeping Amazons. "If that's Elizabeth, who's this other one," Candace asked as she looked down at the two. She had just finished her sentence and Penny and Cindy began screaming once more as their mutual pleasure overcame them all over again. Candace walked the short distance to the lesbian sluts and asked, "Could that be Cynthia Ashe? I don't recognize the other one." "It appears that our former Mistress liked making alterations to her women," John said. "Let's see what we have here." John walked over to where the Amazons slept. Linda however, was curious about the large redhead on the couch and moved in for a closer look. John looked at the blonde; in a flash of light her clothes were removed. He was impressed by what he saw. "Esmeralda seems to be into bodybuilders. I have to admit, I find it kind of appealing as long as it isn't overdone." He looked down at Brenda; she was beautiful and with her body relaxed she looked very feminine. He woke her. She sat up and flexed her muscles. "What the fuck have you done with my clothes?" she yelled. She tried to get up, but couldn't. "It's a good thing you have immobilized me cause I was gonna knock you out." John and Candace looked at each other and said in unison, "Butch dyke." "What about it?" "What's your name?" John said. "By the way, you can't lie to me, even if you don't consciously know the truth." "My name is Brenda, Brenda Stark," she told him. "What have you done to my mistress?" "Never mind that, I am asking the questions," John said. "How long have you been one of Esmeralda's amazons?" "Not long, not yet twenty four hours," she said without emotion. "I love her. She's been so good to me. Look at this body she gave me," clearly emotional now. "And what did you do before you were induced into doing your mistress's bidding?" "I'm a reporter for the San Jose Mercury News. I was investigating reports of naked women walking through a rich Palo Alto neighborhood and having wild lesbian orgies. I crashed their party and got caught. Then she changed me. Look at me. Am I not beautiful?" John couldn't argue with her, she was stunning. "And have you always been gay?" he asked. She frowned. "No, but if it's the price for this body I will gladly pay it and more." She surprised herself with her answer. "I love women." "Of course you do. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, not for a while now," she looked at Candace and licked her lips. Candace smiled. John said, "Well, you're not a lesbian anymore. You like men just as much as before. If you want to continue to have sex with women, well that's your prerogative." Brenda realized that John was right. She no longer felt attracted to Esmeralda or Candace. She began to ponder the last several hours. She had enjoyed the orgy and learning how to please a woman, but she did hope to one day marry and have children. "Can I keep this body?" John thought about it for a while before answering. "How different is this from the way you used to look?" "Night and day," she confessed. "I am much taller now and although my face hasn't changed, I don't look anything like I used to." She was sad as she realized that in order to return to her life she'd have to return to her former body. John read her mind and said, "Let's not decide anything just now; I may have a better offer for you. Oh, you can get up now." Brenda climbed to her feet and moved around the room with grace that John didn't expect from the muscular woman. He smiled as he watched Brenda move about the room, her very feminine breasts jiggling as she walked. While looking for her clothes she occasionally watched Penny and Cindy, their moans continuing as they persisted in pleasuring each other. Linda watched Esmeralda as she lay unconscious. She poked her a few times on her forehead, but Esmeralda didn't move. She pushed her a little and she rolled over on her back, her legs spread open obscenely much to Linda's delight. It was time to wake Elizabeth. John knew that she'd been changed. The physical changes were apparent. She was almost a foot taller and very muscular. Her beautiful long hair was gone and in its place she wore something that looked like what Wesley Snipes wore in one of the "Blade" movies. John had taken care to protect her mind; he hoped that it had been enough. He stripped her naked and saw the gold rings that were preventing her diamond from functioning properly. He carefully removed them. There was a flash of light from the jewel and it once again glowed brightly. Despite her diamond being crippled and only partially functioning it continued to collect all the sexual energy she'd been exposed to and generated. She was full and needed to discharge and transfer it to him. John stared at Liz's brawny chest and the rest of her muscular body; this was what he had meant about overdoing it. Elizabeth's beautiful and perfect breasts were gone. She had now only a pair of long nipples. She looked like a man until you looked at her lower abdomen and pussy. It was too much. He looked into her mind and saw the lies that Esmeralda had told her. He couldn't put it off any longer. He woke her and sat her in a chair he'd pulled from the kitchen. "What the fuck! Where's my clothes you asshole." She tried to move but couldn't. "What have you done to me? Why can't I move?" She was putting forth a lot of effort and her muscles expanded greatly. She'd hurt herself soon if she didn't stop; veins were clearly visible from her large biceps. "Relax," John said and Liz relaxed, not sure why she had. "What's your name?" "Liz," she said, clearly not willing to volunteer information. "No, your name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Brooks. You work for me and went undercover. I am here to restore your memory and return you to your normal self." "What? You are mistaken, boy. Let me go and I will show you just how mistaken you are." John looked into her mind and saw that his protection was still in place; Esmeralda had bent the clone mind he had left for her as a decoy. All he needed to do was lift the clone mind out and the primary mind would be intact. All the memories of what had happened over the last few days would still be there, but nothing of Esmeralda's mental commands. He concentrated and removed the cloned mind. Immediately John saw Elizabeth's eyes soften and she recognized him. "John," she took in a deep breath of air and let it out. "I thought you'd never get back here and free me from that bitch." She leaned in to hug him very tightly. Although her firm grip didn't hurt him, he let out a playful squeal and said, "Ouch! Looks like I'm going to need to do something about your touch, what with all those extra muscles." Elizabeth chuckled for a moment, remembering that her entire appearance had been changed. "Don't worry about the other stuff, but the bitch took my breasts away unless I was aroused. And look what she did to my hair. I would like to have my hair back, please. I look like Wesley Snipes, with style." John paused. "Really, you have no tits unless you're aroused? I'd like to see how that works." Before Elizabeth could protest, John stimulated her, like someone was licking her pussy, and she went from zero to very aroused immediately. John watched as her breasts began to grow out from her chest, the long pointy nipples leading the way. When they stopped growing they were something to marvel at. They were large, but not too large for her new body. John found the concept an interesting one; but he knew he could do a better job. Panting, and on the edge of coming, Elizabeth said, "Can you either fuck me, allow me to come, or stop this stimulation." "Oh sorry," he said, chuckling, and then Elizabeth came violently as John and Candace looked on. Candace said, "I'll have what she's having," joking until John hit her with the same stimulation and she too began to shriek as she came. John laughed loudly and soon they heard another woman screaming, announcing the arrival of her climax. It was Esmeralda, who had been awakened by Linda's talented tongue. John looked over at the two and they twisted into a sixty nine. He wasn't ready to deal with Esmeralda yet. So like Penny and Cindy they would continue to pleasure themselves until he stopped them. John looked around the house. All the women were either coming down from a climax or working up to another with their partners, except Brenda, who like John was looking around the room trying to decide what to do with herself. She'd obviously become aroused too. Knowing her thoughts and feeling playful, John hit her too with a "magical clitoris stimulation shot" and she lightly fell to her knees as she felt the effects of the stimulation. John found Elizabeth recovered and asked her to stand so that he could repair Esmeralda's damage. As she stood she asked, "Could you leave the height alone? I kind of like being tall." Her breasts were beginning to shrink back into her chest. She looked very strong and masculine. "Anything else," John asked. "I kind of like the muscles, but it's a little too much. Can you dial it back a little and fix my tits, lose the piercings and tattoos?" John nodded and Elizabeth's retreating breasts stopped their withdrawal. He softened the muscular look a little and grew her breasts to match, they were perfectly symmetrical. John then changed her hair back to its former glory, adding a little more length and body, and giving it a little extra shine. He also gave Elizabeth the control that would allow her to easily style it any way she liked. All the piercings and tattoos were removed. John looked at his work and was pleased. Elizabeth saw that he was done and walked over to the large mirror on the wall in the living room to admire his work and she sighed. She was beautiful once more, possibly more beautiful than before. Her naked body retained some of the muscular look, but she now looked very feminine. Her hair was a bit longer than she usually liked, but she had no complaints. She leaped into the air and squealed with delight, she was back, perhaps better than ever. "Elizabeth 2.0," she thought. She thanked John with a kiss and then pulled away; he still had plenty of work to do. She joined Brenda and the two began to talk while admiring Elizabeth's corrections. John called Penny and Cindy to him. They had both been cumming nonstop and had shed so much of their juices that they were in danger of becoming dehydrated as they squirmed on the wet floor. They stood before John, their former mistress consumed in a sexual tryst with her long lost sister just to the right of them. Penny began to admonish John for what he'd done to their mistress, but when John removed Esmeralda's programming she fell silent. She looked around, recognized a few faces, shrugged, and walked away. John looked at his business partner and his best friend's girlfriend, and before she could protest he removed Esmeralda's programming from her too. She gasped, "Oh John, thank you for that, I couldn't help myself. Then she blushed and admitted, "I sort of love it a little though." John explained that she could continue in any way she felt compelled to follow. No-one would judge her, and now the choice was hers. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then pulled him into a deep sensual kiss before catching herself afraid that she'd end up fucking him if he'd let her. She thanked him again and went off to join the other naked women, jiggling enticingly as she walked, hoping he was still watching. John was left with only Linda and Esmeralda. They were still deeply engaged with one another, as Linda again got the best of her lover and former mistress. "Enough," John said and waited. The two women stopped and detangled themselves. Linda then stepped away, not wanting to anger her new master. If Esmeralda was uncertain about her status while between Linda's legs, she was sure now. She felt different, plain, sad and weak. She did indeed no longer possess the Ring of Truth; she looked at her empty finger. However, she still had her dignity. "So now what," she asked John. John smiled and said, "Ask Linda. You're going to get the same treatment." Esmeralda looked at Linda and she said, "He's gonna fuck you, and he's gona fuck you silly. That's what he did to me. I used to be smart, no more." She paused and lost her focus, looking at her finger nails, "I have to fix these horrible nails." "That's it, that's your plan. You're going to fuck me until I am as stupid as her?" "Not exactly," John replied. "I like Linda, you, not so much. I am going to fuck you and while I am fucking you, I will absorb all your secrets. Then perhaps I'll turn you out on the streets where you'll become a cheap prostitute, selling your body to stay alive, with only a vague memory of who you used to be." Esmeralda cringed. She hated men. She was a lesbian and she'd have no filthy cocks in her body. Then she realized that without the ring she had nothing and he was right, he could do with her as he wished. John read her thoughts, and found an interesting kernel of information. "What is it about the credit bureaus, what do they have to do with anything?" She paused, "Shit! He can read minds!" she thought. Then she said, "Nothing really. Just thinking of my FICO scores and trying to distract you. Please don't turn me into a prostitute. I hate cocks and males. You know that is true since you can read my mind. John wasn't fooled. "What do the three national credit bureaus: Experian, Equifax, and TransUnion have to do with anything?" he wondered. "What is she hiding?" He smiled a grin that worried Esmeralda, and then he said, "I could just pull it from your mind, of course there will be brain damage and I am not sure I could put you back together. The mind is a tricky thing. Oh, who am I kidding, you know this to be true." That stung like a slap across her face, so she quickly obliged. "I don't know the details, but they aren't what they seem. They are fronts for the remaining two mistresses of the rings, the ring of Peace and the ring of Justice." She paused, wanting John to know that she was truly volunteering information. "There is something else, not well known. The meanings of the names of the remaining rings have been changed and altered over the years however, disguising their true meaning. It isn't peace, as in quiet and tranquility but piece as in a portion of the whole. And it isn't justice, as just behavior or treatment but 'just us' meaning the exclusion of all other," she said. John understood now. This was one of the world's greatest secrets. The three national credit bureaus had a second, more nefarious game they were playing: to control the masses by controlling who and how much credit ordinary people could have and allow only those they wanted to become rich and wealthy. This was huge. He'd need to think on this one for a while. "That was good information, Esmeralda. Perhaps you are worthy of keeping around after all. Let's find out what else you know." John announced, "I am now going to fuck you silly, but not quite as silly as Linda. Oh, you'll still be a bimbo, but perhaps a bit smarter at times. But don't lose all hope. If you provide me with new and valuable information, over time I may consider lifting your punishment." He paused as his clothing magically disappeared. His cock was large, hard, pointing to the ceiling and looking angry. "But, I am lesbian, I don't do cock," Esmeralda pleaded, knowing it wouldn't matter. She was embarrassing herself; she had relied on the power of her ring for too long. She took a deep breath, knowing that it would do her no good to fight, Esmeralda lay back on the plush carpet awaiting her fate. "Are you sure?" John asked her as he spread her long legs and stared at her winking pussy, a pussy which no man had been in for several hundred years. Esmeralda furrowed her brow as she thought about the question. "What was I thinking?" she thought. "I've wanted to try some man meat for a while now." She smiled. "If it isn't too much trouble, I would like it if you would fuck me; it's been far too long since I have been with a man," she revealed, her entire demeanor now changed. "You understand that if I fuck you, with each stroke you will become more foolish and dimwitted. Your intelligence will still be there, you just won't be able to access it. On the other hand, whenever you have sex it will be glorious. Because of your love of cock, you will want it in all of your holes and your favorite, double penetration, you must have at least once a week. So are you sure you want me to fuck you?" Esmeralda could only envision all the cocks she would get to suck and take in her ass and pussy. It would be glorious and she wanted glorious. Before she could answer, John tempted her a little more,"...and you will love cleaning off a cock that has just been in a pussy or ass. Next to double penetration, that is your favorite. Can't you just taste the mixed juices?" "Oh, please fuck me. I want it. I want it all." With her feet flat on the floor she spread herself open and began to play with her pussy, opening her folds, readying herself for her first cock in centuries. John lowered himself, placing his cock at her opening. She was panting in anticipation. John lowered himself more and the head of his large ten inch cock slid just inside the mouth of her pussy. It was like their first kiss, as his tongue piercing her lips Esmeralda sighed with pleasure. John pushed in very slowly and Esmeralda's pussy yielded, opening to accept him. He was thick, intentionally. She was tight and she thought he was splitting her in half as he continued to slowly push forward. She moaned louder and John pushed a little faster until he hit bottom making Esmeralda squeal. He was balls deep now and he just stayed still for a moment, but increased his thickness, filling every centimeter of available space in her unused pussy. After what seemed to her an eternity, he slowly backed out. She was now gripping him tightly and she realized how right he was the feeling was wonderful. Why had she denied herself this pleasure for so long? He pulled almost completely out, until only the tip remained inside her and she felt the void. Again a long wait, though only seconds really. Then he slowly pushed back in again. "Ooohhh! Oooohhhh! That feels so good," Esmeralda screamed as John once again reached bottom and stopped. She was sweating; the anticipation was beginning to wear on her; only two strokes and she was like a bitch in heat. John again slowly retreated until he was almost completely out. Without warning he quickly shoved himself back in and pulled out just as fast. The shifting of gears caught her completely off guard and she began to scream as she came from being fucked by a man for the first time in centuries. It was glorious. Her screams changed from "Ohhhh" to "Eeeee" as her voice became higher and higher-pitched as she became less and less intelligent. "He's fucking me and I love it! Fuck me, fuck meeee!" John pounded her mercilessly for several minutes as Esmeralda sang of her pleasures. John probed her mind for all the information he could get from her, and when he decided she was dumb enough, he exploded inside her causing her to have her largest climax of the night. John withdrew, leaving her pussy dripping their combined juices, and Esmeralda babbling and drooling from her mouth. John turned her around. She saw his still hard cock covered in her juices and scrambled to her knees to clean him up. Candace had been watching and saw John's cum dripping from Esmeralda's cunt going to waste, but before she could react, Linda slid between Esmeralda's spread legs and cleaned up her sister. A Gift From His Father Ch. 26 Special thanks to a reader who came up with the nightmare scenario and to Spirit02 for his editing. ~~~ A year had passed since the confrontation with Esmeralda, the Mistress of the Ring of Truth; she had been handily defeated and put into servitude by John Smith, Master of the Ring of Power. Although his power continued to grow, so too did his wisdom. He found himself only occasionally yielding to the foolishness of youth. And with his ever-growing legion of agents he was no longer being threatened, so he set his vast resources upon trying to find the remaining two rings and their masters/mistresses. His agent corps had doubled in size and was still growing, as too was his strength, which was growing exponentially. He dispatched his agents throughout the world, with instructions to keep a low profile but to watch and report. Discipline was never an issue, but a handful of agents seemed to get a little overzealous and too enthusiastic from time to time, which required one of his lieutenants to investigate and instruct. That duty usually fell upon Chance, Dennis or Elizabeth. The most important of John's rules is to do nothing to draw attention to yourself or your actions. And although this was preached over and over in the indoctrination classes, every so often new agents made the mistake of being too visible with their mind control ability, allowing it to be witnessed. One common blunder was attempting to seduce the partner, mate or lover while their partner was in the same room. Occasionally, rookie agents might have their target do something so out of character that a friend or acquaintance may question it, such as having the person strip naked in front of a group, or perform oral ministrations in public. This was usually due to laziness on the agent's part: how hard would it be to have them meet in another room? This type of error in judgment usually had the offending agent pulled from the field and reevaluated. These incidents were rare, but dangerous, and were taken very seriously. John Smith's net worth was now by all accounts a billion dollars. Reading minds made making smart investments simple. He opened an office in Mountain View where his administration staff kept track of his many philanthropic projects and managed his money and the day-to-day operations of his agents. Although they were like independent contractors rather than employees, he kept files and such for tax purposes. Dinah Cohen left her law firm and became an employee of John Smith Enterprises (JSE). Her job was to make sure that all legal matters were anticipated and dealt with; if she had time she could work a few cases of her own, but JSE would always come first. April Martin was the CEO of JSE. Although it kept her very busy, she made time to work on her PhD and would be defending her dissertation in the fall. Dinah still kept her distance and the two rarely spoke, even by phone. April had been spending the last couple weeks with her mom and sleeping in the guest room as her old bedroom had been taken over by her mother's two wards, Linda and Esme. They were the two bimbofied former mistresses who had accepted their new roles and become good producers. They too kept their distance; Candace seemed to have taken to ruling the bimbos John had converted. April wondered if it had anything to do with her maternal instincts or simply her need to be in charge. It was then that April began to have the nightmares. At first it was just a few sleepless nights, then troublesome dreams that she never remembered. John was reluctant to coax her to remember them, and didn't want to mess around in her head more than was necessary, worried that he'd caused the harm. John began traveling extensively and was gone for days at a time. Finding the last two masters or mistresses of the rings was becoming an obsession, April had told him. She may be right, John admitted. April decided that she'd rather spend time with her mother than stay in the big mansion alone. In that same year Chance took his high school basketball team to the state championships where they won their division. The coach remained in the shadows insisting that it was his athlete's concentration, discipline, and dedication to their sport that made the difference. His starting five were all seniors and were going to good colleges with excellent basketball programs. He would have to start all over again next year with new starters; Chance was looking forward to the challenge. ~~~ It was a long bus ride from Oakland to Los Angeles; the bus schedule said that it would take more than ten hours. Greyhound Bus Lines at one time was the only way to travel. At least, that was what their advertising campaigns used to tout, "Go Greyhound and leave the driving to us." That was then. Today, it is the preferred mode of travel for the people who are afraid of flying, but mostly for those that can't afford to fly. Translation; mostly the poor use this mode of transportation. Those afraid of flying drive or hire limos. The driver of bus 357 was a no nonsense guy named Gus. He was large white man who looked like he could have made a good living as a hitman for the syndicate, and one look from him kept anyone thinking of hijinks in line. A skinny black kid seemed to have his head on a swivel as he watched anyone and everyone board and take their seats on the clean well-worn bus. It was three quarters full. The clientele were mostly black and Latino, but there were also several Asians, a few Middle Eastern types, a couple of Indians or Pakistanis, and a handful of Caucasians. As the bus began its journey and the passengers relaxed in their seats he began to read the thoughts of everyone on board. Many were headed south in search of a better life while others were traveling to visit friends and family. As the bus traveled down Interstate 5 towards Los Angeles its passengers amused themselves with video games, texting on their phones, snapping pictures and posting them on Facebook, reading, or sleeping. There was so much uncertainty in many of their plans, he noted. Most were barely making it, despite being honest and hardworking; others simply lacked the opportunity and the education. A few were simply lazy and looking for an easy way out. For those who thought that way he went into their minds looking for something to motivate them. Once found, he easily changed their thinking and suddenly they were ambitious and imagining ways they could help themselves get ahead honestly. All would find that the meager amount of cash they had in their wallets and purses had miraculously doubled. And for others with job interviews pending, he implanted them with code phrases which when spoken would activate in the interviewers' minds to regard them more favorably, not assuring them the job, but increasing their chances by as much as eighty percent. As they made their thirty minute layover in Bakersfield, which was conveniently located next to a popular fast-food chain, they were taken aback when two of its employees approached the bus to take their orders, explaining that it was their lucky day; some philanthropist had already paid for their meals and they could order whatever they wanted. Cheers rang out throughout the bus. Surprisingly, no one over-ordered and when the travelers attempted to tip the employees they were turned down; all the employees had been already been well compensated. Needless to say all were in great spirits as they returned to their seats, wondering who could be their patron and why he/she would do such a nice thing and yet choose to remain anonymous. The skinny black kid was still munching on his French fries and sipping his soda when the bus resumed its trek southward, smiling as he chewed. ~~~ April started tossing and turning in her bed, dreaming. In her dream she was with John in her room and he was thrusting with gusto in and out of her pussy while playing with her breasts and nibbling her neck. She closed her eyes, loving the feeling. She felt John harden even further as a prelude to his climax and she began moaning. It was then that, instead of John's familiar grunting, she heard the heavenly moans of another woman, which caused to open her eyes in a panic. She found herself staring into her room's full length mirror and seeing the face of the woman she had been transformed into and trapped inside of over a year ago. Her attention was diverted when another feminine moan of ecstasy echoed, this one different to the last. She looked down and saw that her nipples were pierced with gold barbells. Looking past them, she saw she was wearing a strap-on dildo and pummeling it into a woman's pussy. There was no specific woman; it kept morphing from one woman to the next. It was from a larger African-American woman, then a skinny petite Asian woman, she saw a couple of her high school girlfriends, Elizabeth, and even her mother. April was freaked out by this, but the final straw was when her mother moaned to her, "Oh baby, that's the spot. I've never felt this good before. Keep going!" April's moaning and groaning had become so loud that it woke her mother Candace even though she was in the bedroom across the hall. Candace's first thought was, "I'd love to be dreaming about what she is right now." She quickly became concerned when April started to whimper and whine. When April began to scream, Candace raced from her room to investigate. After turning the light on she saw her little girl sitting upright in her bed, sweat pouring off her face, panting as if she'd only barely escaped some sort of terrible tragedy. She tried to comfort her, "April honey, what's the matter?" All April did was whimper and struggle out of her mother's tender grasp, and snapped at her saying, "Just leave me alone. A monster like me doesn't deserve to be around you. How could I even think of doing that to you?" Candace tentatively backed out of the room. She and John had discussed this possibility; she moved quickly to her phone. Pulling it from the charger she thumbed her favorites and auto dialed John's number. She heard a sleepy voice that didn't quite sound like John, but he answered. "Candace, what's up?" Candace words were terrifying, "John, something's wrong with April!" With those dreadful words ringing in his ears, fully awake now, John looked around at the bus. Most of the occupants were asleep. A few were reading or playing with their electronics. No one paid any attention to the skinny black kid sitting two thirds of the way back on the left side of the bus. "Candace, don't panic. I'll be there soon. Are you at home?" Candace replied in the affirmative. "Is there anything in your foyer, other than the normal stuff?" Confused by the question, Candace answered nonetheless, "No, everything is tidy and the foyer is as it always was." "Good," John said, "I will be there in sixty seconds." John, in his disguise as the skinny black kid, looked around the bus one last time. He tossed out a handful of invisible markers on the people he had been monitoring. No one would be able to see them but him. He wanted to be able to find them again. No one looked in his direction; he sat still and focused on the Martin home and the foyer he'd been in so many times before. In his mind he saw Candace standing at the top of the stairs. He quietly faded from the bus and reappeared in the Martin's home in the center of the foyer just as Candace turned on the light. She saw a skinny black kid morph into John Smith and she called him up to the second floor. Site-to-site transportation was much easier, and in a flash John was standing next to her. Candace had taken the time to throw on her thin robe in an attempt at modesty, though it did nothing to hide her fabulous naked body. She had to fight the urges to rub herself against her master and crawl into his arms; the needs of her daughter came first. She didn't need to tell John where to find April. He strolled past her and found April sitting on the bed, her head in her hands, trembling and softly crying. She felt John's presence and relaxed. He cuddled her tenderly and she melted and began to sob harder until she cried loudly. Candace could hear her daughter and it broke her heart to be unable to comfort her child, but John would find a way, he always did. When she was through weeping, April felt better. John's comforting presence had certainly helped. "The nightmares again?" he asked. She nodded as she turned and pressed herself closer, all the while feeling much better. "Can you remember them this time?" her fiancé asked. She nodded. She didn't want to talk about it. It obviously frightened her and John didn't want to push. ~~~ It was late morning, but the temperature had already hit the predicted high. Nevertheless, Maria turned over onto her back and the twenty-something-year-old young attendant applied more sunscreen to her delicate back. His unprofessional erection pointed skywards, pushing out the black apron around his waist. Carmen lay less than five feet, away also on her back. Her naked breasts were barely pooling into her armpits as her attendant added sunscreen to her long legs, carefully trying to avoid her naked bald pussy and the jewel that sparkled in the bright sunshine. He too was displaying a mighty erection despite having worked at the nude resort for over a year and seeing some of the most beautiful women in the world. Both young men would be chastised although no one would have blamed them. Maria and Carmen had forgotten the effects their newly enhanced pheromones had on the average male. If that wasn't enough, their beauty was almost unequaled. It was still hard for them to get used to their transformation those many years ago, changing them from short stocky undocumented maids barely able to converse in broken English, to Latin beauties fluent in both languages, accents only used for effect. Although they did deserve a vacation, they were there on business. A lead had told them that there were some interesting things going on the resort, the kind of things that their master would want to know about. So they posed as tourists, models in their professional lives but now just together on vacation in Boca Raton, Florida. "Mmmm..." Maria said as she enjoyed the touch of her young attendant rubbing the sunscreen all over her back, stopping just above her awesome naked ass. "You know what would be good right now, Carmen?" Carmen sipped her Blackberry Mojitos as the young lad adjusted her umbrella to allow the sun to fall over her sparkling bronze body. It was too bad that alcohol no longer had any effect on them, but they had to keep up appearances. Carmen looked over the top of her stylish dark Ray Bans at the attendant's hard cock and said, "Don't tell me. Let me guess, a nice hard piece of man meat?" Maria smiled and looked at the young attendants as they gathered their drink trays and towels. They did look very inviting with their only clothing a black bowtie around their necks, small aprons around their waists, and sandals. Both young men were perspiring and not due to the temperature. They trudged back up the beach to the restaurant. Putting lotion on the guests wasn't part of their job description, but who could have resisted? After a few lazy hours on the beach in the morning sun, the girls decide to head back to their room to shower and explore the resort. As they sashayed back to the room, passing through the busier parts of the resort, they couldn't help but be impressed by the age range of the guests. There were many middle-aged fit people there. Had it not been for the white hair they'd have thought them to be in their late thirties. There were many older men and women who looked to be in their sixties and seventies that looked very good for their age. As one might expect, Maria and Carmen got plenty of attention and several phallic salutes, even from many of the older guys. They both smiled as they passed the very friendly clientele and staff. Like most women they couldn't help but jiggle and wobble their womanly parts as they walked. Carmen was slightly bigger in the breasts department, but both had delectable butts which they shook to the fullest with each step. They could each feel their nipples grow taut and firm; they were both very excited by all the attention they were receiving. As their diamonds absorbed the sexual energy all around them, both seemed to feel a little bit tipsy. That was very unusual as during their promotion to lieutenants, one of the upgrades that John insisted on was immunity to the effects of alcohol. So although the buzz was weak, both women took notice. Everyone was so pleasant, even the women, who they often seemed to make jealous. As they waited for the elevator a couple appearing to be in their early fifties made small talk asking where they were from and disclosing that they were from upstate New York. They got in the elevator and found they were on the same floor, so continued to talk. They were husband and wife. Carmen was stunned to learn they were both in their late sixties, both in incredible shape. Despite the white hair, the man still had a six-pack and looked like he worked out regularly. He also had a nicely shaped cock that looked like it could get much bigger. The woman showed a little more age, her red hair white at the roots, she had fat on her thighs and butt, and her large heavy breasts sagged a bit. They were Jim and Susan. Susan asked if they would like to drop by their room on the way back for a quick drink and perhaps they could explore the grounds together or perhaps simply have lunch. Carmen answered for them and said they'd love to, but were just going to shower to get the oil off their bodies. She said they wouldn't be long and the group parted company. As they entered their room, Carmen asked. "Do you feel a little buzz?" Maria replied, "Yes. It's not unpleasant, but it feels like my drinks are catching up to me." "Well enjoy it while you can. You know how serious the boss is about being in control at all times." Carmen shrugged. "If it gets worse we may need to call this in." The girls showered together, soaping each other up and down, but refraining from any real sex play since that would happen soon enough and they wanted it to be natural. As a precaution they both decided it made sense to transfer their collected energy before heading out. They dried each other and made sure their hair and makeup were perfect before leaving, carrying the customary pocket towels that all the guests used. The two left their room naked except for their sandals. When they arrived at Jim and Susan's suite they were pleased to see they weren't the only ones there. Susan introduced Mike, Kim, and Greg, recent college graduates from Texas A&M. As you'd expect their young bodies looked great naked. Kim was a blonde with smallish breasts and really hard nipples; Mike was her boyfriend, lean and about 6'3" with brown hair. Greg was Kim's brother, a little more on the muscular side and about 5'9" tall. When Carmen and Maria entered the suite everyone converged on them and drinks were handed out in addition to lingering hugs. It didn't take long for the men to need attention for their hard cocks. Being the hostess, Susan didn't waste any time, kneeling before Mike and taking his large hard cock in her hands. She massaged it before surprising everyone as she took it down her experienced throat. Jim pulled Maria close and kissed her as his hard cock sprang up between her legs as their kissing became more serious. Kim and Carmen double-teamed Greg, Kim taking her brother's cock in her mouth while Carmen straddled Greg as he began to feast on her pussy. Jim and Susan seemed to have the stamina of eighteen-year-olds and they brought off their partners and moved around, joining others. It wasn't too long before Susan had joined Carmen on the floor for a sixty-niner, leaving both Mike and Greg spent. Kim looked exhausted but seemed to want more and Jim was happy to oblige, taking her by the waist and bending her over the bed. He fucked her hard and fast and had her screaming her final orgasm of the afternoon. A Gift From His Father Ch. 26 When they were done, only Carmen and Maria were still looking for more although it appeared their alcohol had caught up with them as they were silly drunk and had trouble standing and were giggling as if everything was funny. Jim and Susan looked at each other and helped both girls to the shower; it was a large open room with several water spouts coming out from the walls, ceiling, and floor. Jim helped Carmen in and began to feast on her lovely breasts while Susan crawled between Maria's spread legs and had Maria squirming in minutes. She playfully lapped around the brightly glowing diamond as Maria guided her head with her hands to make sure the older woman hit all the right spots. After their play they cleaned and dried off. Everyone was hungry and looking forward to a late lunch. Susan pointed to the three recent college grads as they seemed wiped-out and were still asleep in the big bed, Kim sandwiched between Mike and her brother Greg. They were left behind to sleep it off. Maria and Carmen's legs were a little more stable, but they were very silly, obviously having had a little too much to drink. But they were unconcerned as Jim and Susan took the lead. They were looking stronger than ever. After lunch, Jim got a golf cart and took the girls for a tour of the property. Showing off the tennis courts, where two couples occupied one of the four courts and played mixed doubles completely naked accept for tennis shoes, hats, and visors. They watched for a while until Jim's cock began to stir. Carmen couldn't help but notice that it looked bigger and thicker than before, perhaps from watching all the jiggling going on the tennis court. Carmen couldn't imagine playing tennis naked, but was hoping to give it a try before leaving. "But where do you put the balls?" she thought. The ride in the golf cart was beginning to take its toll and both Carmen and Maria were eager to return to their room for a nap before the night time activities began. Jim reluctantly drove back to the hotel and dropped the ladies off then returned the cart. Both Carmen and Maria were still feeling the effects of the alcohol and Kim was still a little horny which made the ride up the elevator a little adventurous. Kim's mouth seemed to find Maria's left nipple and Carmen couldn't help but get on her knees to lick Kim's slick pussy. By the time they arrived at their floor, all three women were ready for some serious girl on girl on girl action. As they tumbled into the large bed they formed a daisy chain, each one feasting on the other's pussy. There was plenty of licking and sucking for the next hour before Kim decided the girls had had enough, wanting to leave something for the night. She left the two sleeping in the room, but not before setting the alarm for 10 pm to make sure the girls didn't sleep through the party. Both girls were still a little groggy, but as protocol dictated they transferred all their collected sexual energy as a precaution; they didn't know how much they'd end up collecting during the orgy. Immediately after the transfer was complete both their heads cleared and they got ready to party, showering and putting on the right amount of makeup. ~~~ "This is strange," Dr. Smith thought as he analyzed the readings from the latest batch of energy transferred from the agents. Smith was a new man, or new consciousness, since he had been recaptured and given a second chance. He still marveled at what Rocky had done with the place and how he brought technology into this world he was imprisoned in. He no longer thought of it as a prison however, but penance, like Rocky, he too would ascend in time. John left Candace and April alone. He knew that it was time for April to see a professional, but he was worried too that he and his lifestyle may have added to the problem so he was hesitant to bring it up. He sat back as his driver took him home. It would be a little lonely without April, but she needed her time away. He thought of stopping by to see his mother, but she was out of town. She and George were in Washington working some of the Republican fundraisers. He chuckled to himself, "Politics." "Son, sorry to bother you but something unusual has turned up," Dr. Smith explained, speaking telepathically to his son. He spoke of how the latest batch of energy was tainted and should be destroyed. John hesitated, asked if he knew who had sent it and where it came from. His father had just determined that source and the location of his agents. "That's odd," he said. Maria and Carmen were very experienced. "Perhaps I should investigate this in person? Don't destroy it. Can you set it aside, isolated from the mains? Is anyone occupying my Miami apartment right now?" His father paused and then answered, "No, the Miami property is vacant." His father looked at the video feed from the security cameras hidden in the spacious apartment. The Collins Avenue property was only a year old and had a fabulous panoramic view. John focused his attention on the living room and in the blink of an eye he materialized in the room. He walked around the professionally decorated penthouse, trying to remember the last time he'd been there. The place was immaculate. Opening one of the glass doors, he went outside to the humid Miami evening. He didn't mind the heat, but never quite got accustomed to humidity, preferring the dry heat of California. Using his iPhone he could see his Dark Blue Metallic 2015 Porsche Boxster S in its parking space on the third floor of the parking structure. The girls were in Boca Raton, about a thirty minute drive away, at least the way John was able to drive, phasing his car in and out of the material world. ~~~ They all met outside in the bar; the main hall where the real party was going to take place was still closed. Jim and Susan were radiant, looking at least ten years younger. Even their hair color was different, darker, perhaps. Susan looked magnificent, her heavy breasts riding high on her chest, full and perky. Her ass and thighs looked toned and healthy, as though she never left the gym. They found Mike, Kim, and Greg seated at one of the large circular tables. Both guys looked like they hadn't slept in weeks, their eyes were puffy and swollen, and their faces showed stress that hadn't been there earlier in the day. They looked to be in their late thirties instead of early twenties. Perhaps they were coming down with something, they thought. Nevertheless, Kim was excited, this being her first real orgy. The campus sorority and fraternities stuff just wasn't quite the same. Still, she looked less refreshed and she too seemed to have aged over the last several hours. Her breasts seemed to have lost some of their buoyancy, seeming to hang a little lower on her chest and look a little longer, not quite as round. Still she looked sexy as hell and she was going to have a great time and fuck as long as she could remain conscious. Carmen and Maria made their entrance. The crowd seemed to part for them and every head turned, taking note of their appearance. It was obvious that these two were going to be very popular during the orgy. They joined their new friends at the table and ordered their drinks, forgetting that their immunity to the affects of alcohol no longer seemed to be intact. Both girls ordered Long Island Iced Teas and once the alcohol loosened everyone up, the doors to the great hall opened, as if by design. The lights were dim, but there was a strip light deep in the hall that gave off enough light for everyone to see clearly enough to get a lay of the hall. There were large mattress laid about, great pillows, and many couches and overstuffed chairs. The staff in attendance were dressed in bowties, tiny aprons around their waists, and cuffs at their wrists but no sleeves, leaving them otherwise naked as their guests. They had instructions to stay out of the action unless a guest insisted, at which point they were obligated to participate but to return to their duties as soon as was feasible. Once the fifty plus guests entered the hall, the door was closed and manned by staff. Guests would be permitted to come and go as they pleased, but staff had been instructed to keep tabs on their comings and goings. There was such a variety of people of all shapes, sizes, ages and colors. Before they could get away, Jim and Susan pulled both Carmen and Maria to a matt and engaged the two quickly. Maria crawled between Jim's legs and took his spry cock in her hands and began to give him one of her best blowjobs while Carmen and Susan twisted into a sixty-nine and began to lap at each other's pussies. It wasn't long before the sounds of people being pleasured echoed throughout the large room. Soft jazz played in the background as screams of passion burst through occasionally among the swearing and calls to the almighty. Jim, Susan, and Carmen were among the first to join the chorus, but many others played their parts. As Maria swallowed Jim's large load she was surprised to see that he was already hard again and pushing her on her back. She smiled and assumed the position as Jim filled her pussy with his rejuvenated cock. "Hmmm..." she called out, "that feels so good, honey," as she put her ankles on his shoulders and he began to plunge into her depths with all the vigor of an eighteen year old. It wasn't long before she found herself enjoying each stroke. Carmen found that she was much in demand and soon had a cock in each end. She was amazed at the stamina of many of these older men. She was definitely going to be sore in the morning. She was impressed with the staffing; they were standing by offering towels, dry and warm wet ones as soon as the guest appeared to be in need, then collecting the used items quickly. There were waitresses and waiters to take drink orders and track down the customer should they wander off to their next encounter. Carmen was catching her breath after a well endowed senior had just pulled out and accepted his drink. Before she could accept a towel to clean up, a lovely older woman crawled between her legs and offered to help Carmen out, if it was alright with her. Carmen quickly agreed and her new friend not only sucked and licked up all the cum she could find, but she did such a good job she enticed Carmen to make a little of her own, which she eagerly cleaned before moving on. Maria wasn't too far away from where Carmen laid, sipping her drink and feeling all the effects from it she shouldn't have been feeling, but had ceased worrying about it. She was thirsty and quickly finished her drink as the men were lining up. She was drunk enough to do a double penetration while she sucked on a large cock before calling it a night. She was thankful for her enhancements allowing her to easily get off on something that was unthinkable for most women. She even got a round of applause when they were through. They cleaned up and together Carmen and Maria staggered off to their room, not expecting to rise before noon the next day. ~~~ The offices were moderately comfortable, what you'd expect being in a high rise building in Chicago, unremarkable, having state-of-the-art security, and of course the bare minimum of signage. Employees required pass keys to come and go. Without them, the elevators wouldn't stop at those floors. John's team had spent months infiltrating the headquarters of TransOnion, the third-largest credit bureau in the United States; only Ixperian and Equafaux were larger. All three provided credit information and information management services to approximately 45,000 businesses and 500 million consumers worldwide in 33 countries. Unfortunately, all three were corrupt and were run by one or two of the remaining owners of the rings. Tired of playing defense, John was ready to aggressively do some digging himself. During the previous month, his team inserted themselves one by one into the great company at several levels within the organization and were now ready to begin their mission. The mission was a simple one: reconnaissance and disruption of normal office behavior. Erica Green stored her purse and pulled on her sweater, finding the office way too cool for her lean body. As had become her habit, she was about five minutes early for her shift which began at seven. She flicked a switch which turned on her computer and the three flat screens came alive. After typing in her security codes she logged into Cronos Workers TimeCheater, which all hourly employees had to do. Gone were the days of the punching paper cards at the clock. Cronos had eliminated that. Now everything was digital; her wage and pay would easily be tracked. She put on her headset and began the tedious work of a relationship account executive, or to be more precise, customer service clerk. She had been working for about an hour when she gave the slightest of nods to Penny Jones and Brenda Stark, and they made their way to their workstations to begin their shifts, both taking their seats and following the same routine as Erica had. At 09:55 hours all the workers left their workstations for the weekly 10:00 hours morning meeting, taking their seats in the large conference room and waiting for their supervisor to address them. Elizabeth Brooks took the podium and began to rattle off the numbers from the previous weeks. She continued by discussing procedures and various other mundane business matters. Before the meeting's conclusion, the new vice president of customer relations, George Wilson, addressed the group. He began by filling in his background, all lies of course, but according to him he had worked his way up through the ranks and had eventually been assigned to the current job as department head here at headquarters. In addition, he was their new boss. "So believe me when I tell you that if I can climb the ranks, you can too. We have a lot of good work ahead of us and the time to begin is now." He rambled on. His words meant little to the other workers, but to John's team it meant that today they would begin in earnest to retrieve significant data for their master and possibly who was behind this organization and perhaps the master or mistress of the ring themselves. Looking around the conference room, Elizabeth received the acknowledgements from each member of the team. They would begin immediately after the meeting. As the meeting concluded there was a brief milling around, but the phones were on hold and people knew they couldn't be away too long so they disbursed quickly. Elizabeth introduced herself to the new boss, George Wilson, who didn't seem to be very impressed but asked that she schedule a meeting with his secretary. The usually pleasant woman seemed to be a bit upset as she returned to her area and on the way to her office stopped at Robert Flynn's workstation. She asked him to come and see her at his first opportunity. She returned to her office and resumed looking at the files on her computer when young Mr. Flynn knocked on the door and entered her office. "Please close the door," she told the young man. "Mr. Flynn, I have been looking at your phone record and orders complete ratios and I have to say that I am not impressed. What do you have to say for yourself?" The young man was caught off guard and stuttered. Finally, finding he had nothing to add, he shrugged and offered no explanation for his poor performance, remaining silent. "As I thought," his boss said. "Apparently you've not been properly motivated." She rose from her chair and walked around her desk to stand in front of her employee. She slowly began to raise her skirt up her long shapely brown legs. Flynn couldn't believe his eyes, but couldn't help but stare as he watched with great anticipation as her hem line rose. He was soon greeted by her beautiful pussy, absent of panties. Somebody had come to work commando. His imagination began to wonder how often she'd done that, but the reality was right in front of him. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Her pussy was void of any hair; he was almost hypnotized by it. He saw a diamond stud glittering from her labia and vaginal lips protruding from it almost smiling at him, he thought. "Oh you like what you see, huh? Well, see if you can put your mouth to better use there than you have so far on the phone." Flynn didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in, taking in her lovely aroma, and tentatively stuck out his tongue, taking a lick. He was rewarded with a sexy coo and a small hint of her sweet nectar. Her taste was intoxicating to him and he soon felt her legs on his shoulders as he worked. He wrapped his arms around her fine ass as she leaned back on her desk. ~~~ Erica was ready; she had become friendly with her cubical mate, Regan, who was openly gay. They were in the last cubical in the back of the office which gave them a little more privacy than the others. Erica slid away from her desk and the three screens she'd been staring at, stretched, and walked over to Regan who was on a call. She put her hands on the young woman's shoulders and began to massage them. Regan was shocked, and stuttered for a moment but maintained her professional decorum. By the time she finished the call as she could do was sigh, "Oh, you don't know how good that feels, Erica," she said. "Oh, you like?" Erica said and continued. Her hands now seemed to be everywhere and slipped down into the woman's loose top, cupping her tiny breasts and tweaking her nipples. Before she could protest, Erica whispered into her ear, "Go with it." Her mind control easily overpowered Regan's better judgment and the young woman sighed as Erica kissed her neck and then found her lips. When she broke the kiss Erica spun her around slowly and opened her blouse exposing her tits. Erica took Regan's nipple into her mouth while finding her watering pussy with her searching fingers. Regan couldn't remember being this turned on before. Perhaps it was the danger of losing her job, or that her officemate found her so attractive she couldn't wait to be alone. She let out a loud moan before remembering where she was and stifled herself. Mike heard the moan and stood to see where it came from. Peering into the nearby cubical he was stunned by what he saw. He called quietly to Brenda, whom he shared his cubical with, and they both watched silently. Mike gasped when he felt Benda's hand wrap itself around the protruding bulge in his pants as she melted her body into his. She quickly had his pants open and crawled between his legs, taking his cock into her mouth and working it with expert precision. Both victims didn't last long. Erica had Regan coming silently on her hand as she continued to nurse on her perky tits. Mike seemed to have cum just after Regan, and Brenda swallowed it all quickly and returned to her desk as if nothing happened. She resumed her work, taking on a waiting call. Both left their victims to quickly adjust their clothing, lest they get caught. ~~~ When Elizabeth came, flooding Flynn's mouth with her juices, he did a good job of drinking it all down, looking for more. When he tried to become more aggressive and reached for her ample breasts, he was surprised as she pushed him away. "Uh, uh. No more until you get your numbers up." He was very hard and whatever thoughts he had had about getting relief died as he sat on the floor. She made a big deal about lowering her dress and then addressed the crestfallen employee as he got to his feet. "I have a meeting to attend after lunch. If anyone asks for me, I want you to cover for me. You may use my office if necessary. Do you understand?" He nodded and watched as she returned to her desk and began typing on her keyboard. There seemed to be something more to her words, but he didn't consciously recognize it. She was done with him, so he left. A Gift From His Father Ch. 26 ~~~ Although the team took lunch in different shifts, it didn't take long for the news of the office sex to spread and, as if it were a contagious virus, others among the team seemed to make the time for a quick flash, squeeze, or oral stimulation. With Elizabeth out of her office and Robert Flynn left frustrated, it didn't take him long to corner Penny when she left her daily report on her boss's desk. Flynn, until today, had only fantasized being with a Black woman. He'd flirted with the only other two in the office, Erica and Penny, but with his boss singling him out he believed he had something they wanted. So when he closed the door and continued to flirt with Penny he wasn't disappointed when he soon had her on her knees sucking on his hard seven inch cock. ~~~ It took Elizabeth five trips riding up and down the elevator cloaked in her invisibility before someone used their security card and the elevator stopped on one of the secure floors to which her clearance didn't give her access. She exited quickly right behind her host, a geeky looking guy wearing glasses. It was then that she saw just how secure the floor was. She'd need a security key to call an elevator and to enter most offices. That wouldn't be much of a problem for her. She was stealthy in her flats and this wasn't much different to her first mission with office security. At least this time she'd be clothed. But this was much more than she had anticipated. Elizabeth didn't have a lot of time and this was only supposed to be a quick reconnaissance sortie anyway. She watched geeky stop at a door and pull out his card. She ran silently and entered the room behind him without disturbing the automatic door as it closed. The room looked a lot like her area with a lot of people sitting at desks looking at monitors and typing in data. She was surprised to see in addition to credit histories there was a tremendous amount of personal data and photographs of what looked like everyday people. What was going on here? ~~~ Carmen and Maria slept late the next day and didn't rise until almost noon. As usual they shared the same bed of course and were tangled together amid the sheets and pillows. How either of them ever got any real sleep was a mystery. Maria disengaged herself and padded heavily to the bathroom, feeling the effect of a hangover, something she'd not felt in a very long time. She ached all over; that too was new. Sitting on the commode she emptied her bladder, wiped, and flushed. Looking into the mirror she saw an unfamiliar face staring back at her and screamed. Carmen jumped up from the bed and despite feeling awful raced to the bathroom to find her friend and roommate staring at disbelief at her reflection. Long white streaks were scattered through her hair. Her once proud breasts now sagged from her chest like two deflated balloons. Maria turned to see her friend and screamed again. Carmen had to put her hands over her ears to protect them from the high pitched shriek. "What?" Carmen asked once her friend stopped screaming. "You too..." was all Maria was able to get out. Carmen looked into the mirror and saw that her entire head of hair was white, and her tits, though not completely deflated, drooped down considerably. "What happened to us?" Maria asked as she studied her face in the mirror, seeing a few lines that hadn't been there the day before. "We are old." "We became inebriated by all the alcohol we consumed, too. When was the last time that happened?" Carmen asked, not really expecting an answer since they both knew it was one of John's upgrades. Carmen stomped out of the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Maria asked before she saw her pull her iPhone 6 from the nightstand charger. "I'm calling John. He'll know what to do." (To be continued.) A Gift From His Father Ch. 27 Thanks to my editor Spirit02 and to you my loyal readers. I appreciate your comments and thanks again for your support. I haven't answered the question "What has John done with the rings he's collected from the conquered Mistresses?" You'll have to wait a bit longer for the answer to that question. Please enjoy this segment and remember to vote, Fives are appreciated. ***** Elizabeth & John discover separate shocking truths! She reclined uncomfortably into the short sofa, trying to calm herself as the doctor leaned back in the squeaky leather chair just to her left. She didn't want to be here. It was at her mother's insistence that April agreed to meet with the psychiatrist. Candace Martin still had very close connections in the medical community and had found one of the best psychiatrists in the area for her daughter. The doctor explained that she was aware of the nightmares April had been experiencing and that she was engaged to a tycoon. "Do you believe these nightmares have anything to do with the pressure of your pending nuptials?" April felt her head sinking into the couch, noticing how soft and comfortable it was. She relaxed a bit. 'How would I be able to tell the doctor all that has happened to me and why I'm having the nightmares?' she wondered. Her psychiatrist leaned forward and met April's eyes with her own. "Anything you say to me here is in the strictest confidence. You know that, don't you?" April had forgotten about the doctor-patient confidentiality clause. Even if it became a legal matter her psychiatrist wouldn't have to tell. She relaxed a bit more. "Okay, but tell me I don't have to squeeze it all into a fifty minute segment, do I?" She smiled, "Normally, I would say yes, but I don't have any appointments scheduled for the rest of the day. You can talk as long as you like, in this first session at least." April relaxed completely and looked at the woman for the first time. She was as she remembered, thin and tall, her blonde hair wrapped around her head. She looked athletic and the glasses on her face did little to hide her beauty. April sighed heavily, releasing the last bit of pent up tension and said, "Alright, I am willing to give this a try." ~~~ The door bell rang catching Mary off guard; it was Thursday, her regular day to be with her son John. But he had called earlier and apologized saying he couldn't make it, for the second time this month. He was always so good about making time for her. But lately he was a bit distracted. She grabbed her robe, the one that had a bit more body to it and would cover her naked body; she rarely wore clothes in the house anymore. It could be the local Girl Scout selling cookies; she didn't want to shock the poor girl. Cinching it tightly around her waist, she paused at the mirror in the foyer to check her hair before peering through the eye hole to see who it was. She backed away smiling and opened the door. "Well Mark Taylor, good to see you. Come in." Mark stepped inside and Mary closed the door and gave Mark a hug. Breaking it, she looked up at him, still holding his shoulders. He was now much taller than her, standing about six feet three inches tall compared to her five feet six. "It's been a while, how are you?" "I'm great," he said looking at his best friend's mother. He had stayed in the background these past several years, being a good friend when John needed one, still unaware of the gifts that John had bestowed on him, but not unaware of the Smith's lifestyle or their powers. Even in a robe it was hard to hide Mary's sensuality. Like most of John's friend's he had a crush on her, but never acted on it. "To what do I owe the pleasure," Mary said, releasing him and leading him into the kitchen. "There's nothing wrong is there?" She looked back over her shoulder. "Are you and Cindy okay?" "Cindy's okay I guess. We broke up about six months ago. We're still good friends and talk occasionally, but I don't see her very often anymore." "I'm sorry to hear that. But just between you and me, I knew it wasn't meant to last," Mary said. "Don't get me wrong. I love Cindy. But, she's not the one I would pick for you. So, why are you here? Would you like some coffee?" Mark smiled, "Johnny called and told me he stood you up and asked if I'd stop by and check in on you." They settled in at the table sitting close to one another. "I wish he didn't worry about me so much, but he has missed two of our last four Thursdays, his commitment not mine. Thanks for standing in for him," she said and patted his hand which was on his knee. "What would you like to do? My morning is free. We could talk, go to an early movie. I've heard that new Matt Damon movie is pretty good. It's been months since I've seen a good movie." "Well," Mark said. "I'm here standing in for Johnny, what do you two usually do?" Mary blushed slightly. "Mark, you know all about John and all of us, we usually spend intimate time together, if you know what I mean, not as mother and son..." Mark cut her off, "I know," he said. "I am hoping that I will be an adequate stand in." Mary smiled and looked at the young man she had watched growing up, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think that you will be more than adequate," she said as they met half way, their lips meeting and kissing for the first time. Mark was no novice having kissed his share of women, but Mary's lips were so soft and light, her breath so sweet. He was infatuated immediately. Mary broke the kiss slowly backing her face away from Mark's, his eyes were closed. She forgot the affect that she had on men. Mark opened his eyes and looked at his friend's mother as she opened her robe, revealing her naked body to him. Mark had seen Mary nude before, from a distance, never this close. Her massive breasts sat high on her chest defying gravity, nipples erect. Mark felt himself beginning to drool and caught himself. "May I?" he asked, attempting to conceal his eagerness with charm. "Of course," Mary said, cupping his head as he pulled the closest nipple into his mouth. She giggled a little as the soft hair of his mustache and goatee tickled her breasts. She let him nurse for several minutes before she stood and took him by the hand, leading him to her bedroom. ~~~ John entered the nudist resort unseen, in "stealth mode" he liked to think of it. His agents were in trouble so he decided this was enough of a priority to forgo the normal protocols. He was both invisible and "out of phase", the first time he'd attempted that outside of driving his car through traffic. Nevertheless, something unseen triggered his shields. "What the hell?" John thought loudly, his father being the only one who could hear. "On it Johnny," he replied quickly. "There seems to be some energy field extending throughout the entire property, and fifty yards into the sea. I'm analyzing it now. It appears to be coming from those small satellite dishes and cellular receivers. Whatever it is, your shields will protect you." Concentrating, John located Carmen and Maria. They were in the main building on the third floor, room 315. They were alive, but frightened, their pulses racing. ~~~ During the summer things had become awkward around the Smith household, the girls adjusted to their mother's playing with the "help" not letting on that they had been playing with their hired help for years. Ana had become a big part of Jacquelyn Winchester Smith's love life, since she didn't see John on a regular basis and wasn't really interested in starting something up with any of the eligible bachelors she knew. It wasn't as if they'd caught their mother in the act, but her mood shifted for the better and neither were shy about vocalizing their delights whenever they were together. The girls couldn't blame her; Ana was very good at oral stimulation, they all knew this first hand. They'd all been banging the help pretty regularly although they never really knew how or why it all began. Things did settle down a bit once the girls resumed school. All three excelled academically, which came as no surprise to anyone but the girls themselves. Isabel had a crush on her humanities professor, as did all the girls in her class, and even a few of the guys. She looked forward to each class and asked many insightful questions, gaining the attention of her professor and quickly becoming one of his favorite students. Samantha however became fascinated by chemistry and the possibilities of science. She was her father's daughter. As for Heather, she continued to enjoy swimming and the classes seemed to just melt together as she effortlessly passed all her classes even though she didn't seem to spend much time studying. The girls that once bullied her and seemed to hate her on sight now had her back. They were loyal and threatened anyone who so much as made a disparaging comment about her attire. Heather didn't know any of this. Her bodyguards learned to stay in the background giving her plenty of space, despite longing to be with her physically. When they were alone together, they often took turns pleasuring each other while one pretended to be Heather. Finally, everything with the Smith triplets seemed to be going well, no longer needing their mother's watchful eye. This allowed Jacquelyn to relax and resume many of the activities she had given up when the girls were born. That meant she was now free to return to life at the country club, which included tennis, golf, bridge, and the latest gossip. She had kept her membership current at Mountain View Country Club all these years despite hardly spending any time there. Most of her old girlfriends were still members, and though older, still as adventurous as ever. Through the years several of her girlfriends had played around with each other's husbands without the other being any wiser. To be completely honest, Jacquelyn realized long ago that these weren't really her friends, but simply acquaintances that she socialized with at the club. There was Jenny Baxter, a tall blonde with long hair and a hot body thanks in large part to the wonders of modern cosmetic surgery. And like Jacquelyn, Jenny came from old money. They played tennis together often teaming up to play in the club tournaments. Although Jenny was a decent player, she wasn't very nice on the courts to her partner and could be especially nasty to her opponents. Jenny never saw a close ball bounce on her side of the court hit any part of the line. In other words, she cheated. She only made line calls that favored her and her team. Tennis seemed to really bring out the bitch in Jenny. After they'd won their match (they never lost), Jenny was just as harsh. It was only later that Jacquelyn learned that Jenny was bisexual and had dominated her opponents both on and off the court. As a consequence of losing, her opponents were obliged to satisfy Jenny orally in the shower immediately after the match. Jacquelyn happened to discover this by accident one day as she had gone into the locker room to congratulate her friend after she had won a particularly exciting singles match. Jacquelyn saw Jenny holding the redhead firmly between her legs as she ground her pussy on the loser's face, screaming as her climax overtook her. "That's the spot slut. Work that tongue. Eat that pussy, you know you love it!" Jacquelyn surprised herself as she stood stuck in place, unable to move or look away as she watched the two, water cascading over their naked bodies, Jenny's tits jiggled as her body blushed while the other woman was on her knees and masturbating, desperately trying to get herself off too. Then there was Victoria Strauss. Her husband was an international banker and traveled often, leaving her to satisfy her needs with the husbands of her club members. Jacquelyn remembered witnessing one of her exploits. Vicky had forgotten that she'd invited her to lunch at her home and Jacquelyn shamelessly watched Vicky being soundly fucked by Jenny's husband Nathan Baxter. He had bent her over the couch in the den and was fucking the life out of her doggy style, pulling on her hair as she screamed his name loudly. As Jacquelyn reminisced she recalled that Nathan had a pretty good sized cock and had she not already been pregnant she would have been tempted to let him use it on her as well. This reminded her of how young and naïve she was back then. After all, her husband the famous Dr. Smith was rarely home. When he was, he was always consumed by some important project and had little, if any, time for her. Much later she learned that he was fucking his mistress, Mary, having set her up in a nice little house in the city. That's why she thought the birth of the triplets would bring them closer. It did not. Jacquelyn was excited to see her old friends again, and found that all her reminiscing had left her panties wet. She was horny. She was no longer the naive young girl that shunned the wanton sex of the country club wives. She was much more open to anything new and different. She had many new and developed talents that she had not had back then. She was eager to meet up with the girls and learn about what they'd been up to in the last several years. They had arranged to meet for lunch; Jenny, Vicky and a woman that had joined their little group after Jacquelyn had left. Betty Sue Weaver was a young energetic brunette with an infectious laugh and pleasant personality. She and her husband won a huge California lottery jackpot about eight years ago and were smart enough to make a few shrewd investments, allowing them to live a very extravagant lifestyle. Each woman stood and embraced their dear friend Jacquelyn as if they had been away for decades even though they'd lived in the same town. It was the first time in almost twenty years that they'd gotten together all at once. When it was Betty Sue's turn she looked at Jacquelyn for a moment with her light blue eyes before embracing her as the others did but giving her air kisses on both sides of her cheeks. As they settled in for lunch and gave their waitress their orders, the three women began to catch up on things while Betty Sue sat back and watched and listened. She smiled and nodded, content to take in as much as she could. "So, Jackie, you are interested in returning to our little group? That's going to cost you!" Betty Sue said as she smiled and looked at the stunned women and then at Jacquelyn. "Please, don't call me Jackie, its Jacquelyn. And what do you mean cost? You want me to pay you to rejoin the group? Seriously, I thought you were loaded, having won the lottery and all." Vicky and Jenny were shaking their heads, trying to get Jacquelyn to back off. No one challenged Betty Sue. "Oh, so you heard about that, no matter. And it isn't money that I want, sugar. Bra or panties, your choice," Betty Sue said with an evil smile on her face. "What," Jacquelyn said as if she hadn't really heard correctly. "Look," Betty Sue said, "if you want back into our group you have to give up wearing bras or panties. It's really very simple, right girls. Show her." She looked at her friends. Vicky blushed a bit and looked at Jacquelyn as she slowly pulled the hem of her summer dress back off her knees and up her thighs. Jacquelyn watched her pull it back revealing her shaved pussy and then quickly lowered it back down. Now it was Jenny's turn. She slowly opened her blouse showing off her small perky tits and hard pink nipples, and then quickly buttoned it closed. "I see," said Jacquelyn as she looked back at Betty Sue, trying to decide which she'd rather lose. She was rather gifted on top, so perhaps panties would be better if she was going to play this game. "Well, what's it gonna be?" "I don't know," Jacquelyn said, trying to be coy, which was a mistake. "Fine," Betty Sue said, "then both." "What!" Jacquelyn said loud enough to get the attention of nearby dinning club members, which caused her to blush. "Come on Jackie, we haven't all day." Vicky and Jenny winced as Betty Sue once again used the offending nickname. Surprising her friends, Jacquelyn acquiesced. "Very well, I'll be right back," she said and began to push her chair out and stand. "Where are you going?" Betty Sue asked. "To the restroom," Jacquelyn said, confused by the question. "We don't have time for that, just hand them over now," Betty Sue said staring at Jacquelyn and daring her to say something more. Jacquelyn shrugged. She'd let this little bitch have her way; it was a little naughty and she'd likely have someone or something in her pussy soon anyway, so why not. It might even be fun. Quickly at just the right moment, Jacquelyn jumped in her chair and pulled her pink thong down her hips and over her knees. Then, carefully, one leg at a time removed her panties and put them in Betty Sue's open hand. Betty Sue could feel that they were damp and, bringing them to her nose, she sniffed the pungent feminine scent before putting them in her purse. "And now the bra," Betty Sue said, smiling like she had just won another lottery. Jacquelyn made a few quick maneuvers with her hands and then pulled the item through the sleeve of her summer dress, gathered it into her hand and handed it to Betty Sue. The "Susanna" underwire side support bra matched perfectly her thong and had a few lace bows in the center, obviously an expensive piece of lingerie. "Now, was that so hard?" Betty Sue asked just as their meals arrived. Jacquelyn ordered another white wine as she began to feel a draft on her moist pussy and her nipples stiffening. The talk during the meal was light and amusing, since Betty Sue had shown she was still in charge. Jacquelyn didn't mind since she still had plenty of cards left to play and could easily put the southern transplant in her place. Everyone passed on deserts, and Jacquelyn was surprised when Betty Sue stood and asked the women if they were ready to adjourn to the suite. She was beginning to relax and hadn't finished her wine. Their waitress appeared. "Please bring our drinks to the suite," Betty Sue asked. And please top up all the drinks and bring another bottle of white wine for Jackie." The waitress smiled. Having served Betty Sue before, the waitress knew she was notorious for being a big tipper. The ladies followed Betty Sue out of the restaurant to the elevator that led to the hotel rooms and suites. Jacquelyn was noticeably wobbling and her large breasts swayed from side to side as she walked carefully in her four inch heels. Upon reaching their suite Betty Sue kicked off her heels, followed by Vicky and Jenny and then Jacquelyn. There was a knock on the door and their drinks arrived. The waitress placed them on the bar and left, but not before getting a smile and compliment from Betty Sue, assuring her a large tip. Picking up her drink Betty Sue took a few steps and looked at her girlfriends as her "Pin Stripe" sleeveless halter style maxi dress slid from her body, leaving her in only her panties. She sauntered to the master bedroom. Jenny and Vicky followed, leaving their dresses on the floor and retrieving their drinks. The women lay in and about the large bed as Jacquelyn entered the room completely naked. The only place for her to sit on the bed was at the foot and Betty Sue had taken the center position, her head resting on the pillow, and her long legs stretched out, one leg bent at the knee, her medium-sized tits sitting high on her chest. She was flanked to her left by Vicky who still had on her bra holding back her large breasts. Jenny was on her right, topless but wearing a Dita Von Teese 'Dahlia' G-String. Jacquelyn decided to sit at the foot of the bed and wait to see what would happen. Before she could sit, Betty Sue said, "Not so fast, Jackie. There's a bit of an initiation you must go through before I will let you into my bed or lay with one of my sluts." A Gift From His Father Ch. 27 Catching herself before sitting, Jacquelyn bounced back to her standing position, her large breasts jiggling tantalizingly so. "What is that?" "You mean you haven't guessed, my pet? You must first service me until I am satisfied. You know, eat my pussy, munch on the rug. And of course you must be available whenever I am in the mood, so you may never wear a bra and panties anymore. It's a shame too, seeing that you have such good taste in that department. But, I am getting ahead of myself, aren't I Jackie?" She smiled. Why don't you crawl up here, pull off my panties and munch on my pussy, like the good slut that we all know that you are. Come on Jackie, we can't wait all day." It was a like a slap in the face, all very sobering to Jacquelyn. She was interested in playing, but she'd not be submissive to this nouveau riche bitch. "No, I don't think so. First of all, I have told you my name is Jacquelyn. No one calls me Jackie, yet you insist. Secondly, I thought it might be fun to play your little game, but you seem to think yourself someone special. I don't think so. So, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll pass." She turned and walked out of the room and scooped up her dress from the floor just as Betty Sue burst into the room, rage in her light blue eyes. "Where do you think you are going? I haven't dismissed you!" Dropping her dress, Jacquelyn turned to Betty Sue who was now in front of her. "Keep the bra and panties!" Jacquelyn shouted, "One day you may grow into them." "Get back in the bedroom, bitch. I'm not done with you yet!" Vicky and Jenny could hear the two as the argument began to take on more steam; they looked longingly into each other's eyes. Jenny licked her and Vicky lunged forward and they locked lips and began to fondle each other. "Do it now bitch or I'll have to kick that sweet ass of yours and use my strap-on cock on your ass. I was planning on doing that anyway," Betty Sue snickered. "Are you threatening me?" Jacquelyn asked. Betty Sue was standing between Jacquelyn and the door. She was younger and had a more athletic body; the chances were she could back up the threat. "Not a threat, a promise," Betty Sue said. "That's what I thought," Jacquelyn said. She stood up straight and waved her hand, and Betty Sue found herself being hurled across the room into the rapidly approaching wall. Striking it hard, she crumbled to the floor. "What's the matter Betty Sue? I thought you weren't done with me yet. You look pretty well done to me," Jacquelyn said as she turned her back on the young woman and picked up her dress once again, pulling it over her head and wiggling and shimming as it fell down her body. Just as she turned to find her purse she was tackled by the young agile woman, spilling them both to the carpeted floor. As they rolled to the floor Betty Sue ended up on top of the older woman, pinning her with her knees and holding her arms to the floor. With her panty-covered pussy just inches from Jacquelyn's face, Betty Sue taunted her. "You don't know when to give up bitch. I'm going to enjoy you munching on my pussy. Why don't you just admit it Jackie, you were born to eat my pussy." Jenny and Vicky paid no attention to the muffled noise in the other room. By now they'd discarded their remaining lingerie despite the chance of a reprimand from Betty Sue. Both had been shamelessly ignored by their husbands and their occasional rendezvous were the only thing they looked forward to. Jenny and Vicky quickly arranged in a sixty-nine and the two practiced their tongue licking, raising their excitement another level. Jacquelyn frowned and watched as Betty Sue was pulled off her by some invisible hand that lifted her attacker into the air, her feet dangling inches off the floor. Her face showed the surprise she felt as Jacquelyn stood. "I told you, my name is Jacquelyn, no one calls me Jackie." She thought for a moment about the only one she let call her Jackie, and that was her step son John. Snapping out of her daydream, she watched the feisty woman kicking and swinging her arms wildly, trying to free herself. "Maybe it's time to see this pussy you've been raving about, Betty Sue?" With that said her JC Penny boy shorts were ripped from her body, exposing her naked pussy. "Hmmm...doesn't look very special to me," Jacquelyn said as Betty Sue just hung in the air, too shocked to say anything. "I'll bet you like being held helpless, unable to move." With that, Betty Sue's arms and legs were pulled outward making her look like a human "X". Jacquelyn sauntered up and poked her middle finger underhanded into Betty Sue's exposed pussy. Betty Sue moaned as her juices coated the invading finger. "Just as I thought, you desire to be dominated," Jacquelyn said. "I think I can help you with that." She lifted her dress off her body causing her impressive tits to shake and settle on her chest. She pulled up a chair and sat her naked ass down, then spread her legs. "Get over here and see if you can please me. If not, I may have to use your strap-on on that tight little ass of yours." Betty Sue gasped as she found herself hurled forward and on her knees, her face in Jacquelyn's pussy. She gave a tentative lick, which displeased Jacquelyn. "I think you are holding back, slut. Perhaps you need to be punished before pleasing your new mistress." As soon as Jacquelyn finished the sentence a hard slap exploded across Betty Sue's vulnerable ass, followed by three more in rapid succession before there was a pause. Stunned, Betty Sue began crying and begging for her spanking to stop. "Please mistress, I am sorry. Please don't punish your bitch slut any longer." Jacquelyn thought to herself, "Well, what do you know, I was right." "Alright slut, we'll try this again. But if I am not satisfied you will be punished. And don't worry, I do intend to use your strap-on on that ass of yours." Betty Sue began to enthusiastically lick and eat Jacquelyn's pussy. Before long, Jacquelyn began to squirm as her first orgasm was pulled from her. She held Betty Sue's head between her legs as she worked her pussy up and down over the woman's face. Jacquelyn screamed lustfully just as she heard similar sounds coming from the bedroom. ~~~ Elizabeth looked around the large commuter room. There were about a dozen clerks working at stations with three monitors stretched in front of them. Each seemed to be working on a different assignment. She crept quietly up behind the nearest clerk and began reading about the current subject's personal life including his medical history, his family, financial history, and the probability of his earning potential. There was even a file on the subject's use of drugs and alcohol, along with his projected life expectancy. When the clerk finished adding data on this subject he moved on to the next, a woman in her early twenties. She was currently on the pill and had a very active sex life. The clerk slowly flipped through naked pictures of the woman and added a few more. Next, he made a correction under the category of sexual preferences, changing it from heterosexual to bisexual. "What the hell is going on here?" Elizabeth thought and then taking control of the clerk's mind had him do a search on Elizabeth Brooks. Over two thousand files came up. She had him narrow the search with last known address and there was a picture of Miss Lizzy Brooks. The file was marked deceased. Elizabeth let out a big sigh, then had the clerk search for John Smith and narrowed the search by using state and city. John's photo appeared on the screen, restricted access flashed on the screen. "Shit!" Elizabeth thought and backed away, allowing the clerk to regain control of his body and mind, just as a supervisor looked in their direction, alerted that there was a security breach. Moving quickly, the supervisor was soon at the station. "Marvin, what are you doing looking at restricted files? You know better than that. Let's talk about it in my office right now." The stunned young man stood and accompanied his supervisor into an office across from the bank of stations. Elizabeth was torn. She knew she should flee, but curiosity was getting the better of her. She sat down at the station and began typing in some of the names of John's newest agents and was relieved to find that their files seemed to be normal, if you could call every aspect of their personal lives recorded, including detailed photographs and some even had their personal journal and diaries listed. As the supervisor was questioning his clerk he gestured to the clerk's workstation and saw images changing at the vacated desk as if someone was there. The pages changed and another search was performed as both the supervisor and clerk watched in amazement, before the supervisor realized that a major security breach was indeed occurring and hit the panic button on his desk. Flashing lights began to spin as sirens sounded and all the computers shut down. Security officers in full gear poured into the room, two carrying what looked like oversized flash lights but what Elizabeth recognized as portable infrared proximity sensors. "Damn it!" Elizabeth swore silently and quickly get up from the chair. She swung wide around the large room looking for an escape route. 'Gotta get moving and avoid those sensors,' she thought. The supervisor and the security team arrived at the workstation seconds after she vacated it. She moved towards the door but saw that it was blocked by two more guards. She realized that she was trapped and moved close by other employees who watch the proceedings, careful not to touch or disturb anything. She shrugged, closed her eyes and prayed, 'I hope this works...' When she opened her eyes she was in her office behind her desk watching Robert Flynn fucking Penny from behind as she leaned across one of her guest chairs. They were both grunting like animals, Penny's large breasts swaying back and forth with each thrust. It was clear that they were getting close to their climax. Robert was sweating and the unmistakable odor of sex permeated the small office. Although Elizabeth wanted to stay and watch, she needed to give Flynn a chance to get away before she returned. It obviously worked, she'd transported herself. It was exhausting and she would only use it in emergencies. Still invisible, Elizabeth quietly moved from behind the desk, unlocked the door, and quickly slipped out of the office. Once more, she closed her eyes and materialized behind the last person emerging from the elevator. Her timing was perfect. Upon reentering her area, she was louder than normal in her greetings, purposely delaying her return by spending time with a few employees exchanging pleasantries. One of Flynn's buddies who knew what he was up to walked up to Elizabeth's office door and knocked on the door before announcing the boss's imminent return. Holding Penny's thighs tightly, Flynn growled and filled her soaked pussy with his fluids. He reluctantly pulled his impressive wet cock out and stuffed it into his boxers, quickly pulling up his trousers. Penny pulled her dress down and put her tits back in, but couldn't find her panties; Flynn's cum was running down her legs. She decided she'd have to risk it and after doing a quick check to make sure she hadn't left anything exposed, quickly left the office and headed for the lavatory. Flynn waited for twenty long seconds and then emerged and went back to his cubicle. He pulled a few tissues from the box on his desk and cleaned up. He was panting, but slowly got himself together. A minute later he heard Elizabeth return and enter her office, then close the door. A second later his buddy peeked in and asked, "How'd it go?" Flynn pulled a pair of pink panties out of his pocket and waved them around, before pulling them to his nose and breathing in the feminine scent. His buddy punched him in the shoulder and left. Elizabeth pondered what she'd learned. She needed to alert John; perhaps they should abort the mission. They may not be suspected, but after today the corporation would surely be searching for the culprits. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She couldn't feel John's presence. He was either out of range or busy. Although she was the team leader, she wanted his advice before aborting the mission. They could stick it out a few days, maybe a week, before they'd need to disappear. ~~~ As April relaxed and began explaining to her psychiatrist why she thought she was having the nightmares, the doctor did the usual things, soothing the patient, asking her how this made her feel or why she thought that happened. After ninety minutes they decided to take a quick break and April used the doctor's private bathroom while the doctor pulled two cold bottled waters from her tiny refrigerator. When she returned April was pleased to see the water and took a few sips. It was refreshing and she resumed telling her story. When she reached the part about the lesbian parties the memories were very intense and as she shared them she began to feel better, but what she didn't know was the effect it was having on the doctor. Although happily married for three years and enjoying a very active sex life, she found herself empathizing too closely with her patient's situation. And as April went into great detail about all the things that she'd done willingly and unwillingly, the young psychiatrist began to visualize what April had described. It began to arouse her, a little at first, and then she was able to see in her mind the things that April described as if watching a movie. It was so real. She didn't realize that she was actually seeing the memories April was reliving as she describe the scenes. The psychiatrist was slowly pulled into the nightmare that April had lived. She was horny and instead of taking notes, her right hand had crept up under her skirt and into her dampening panties as she began to finger herself. The talking was actually helping April; she'd never spoke a word of it to anyone before. It had aroused her too, but it also appalled her that her will was taken and she was remade into a lesbian dyke. It scared her too. Part of her liked and enjoyed being controlled, while another part of her enjoyed the tastes and feel of the women who she had been with. The women she'd taken control of and those who had taken control of her. She wanted to experience some of it again but was frightened by the thought. Her mother was bisexual. In fact, she was one of John's first and best agents. She needed to appreciate like John did that conventional rules no longer applied to them. They were different. She needed to embrace that and become the wife of the Master of the Ring of Power and become a suitable wife/lover/partner and see where it would lead. As April began to admit these things as she continued to confide in the doctor, she didn't realize the woman had now removed her blouse and panties and was furiously masturbating, being unknowingly controlled by April. It wasn't until the psychiatrist groaned as her orgasm struck her did April realize what she'd been doing. "Oh, did my story awaken hidden urges?" she asked the psychiatrist who was panting, her glasses hanging from her nose, her long hair curled around her shoulder as her hard nipples protruded against her thin bra. She didn't have large breasts, probably a B cup, but April couldn't wait to taste them. April stood and began to undress, neatly folding her dress over the nearest chair. The psychiatrist stared for a moment, realizing that she was about to have her first lesbian experience with, of all people, one of her patients. She tried to fight it, but the urges were too strong. She stood and removed the remaining articles of clothing. Her timing was perfect; just as the doctor finished her orgasm April took her into her arms and kissed the woman deeply. The young psychiatrist thought she was going to swoon; she'd never been kissed so passionately before. As they kissed, their hands explored every inch of the other's body whilst still sucking on each other's tongues. Still in their heels, they walked together back to the couch, afraid to let go lest the spell be broken. Upon arriving, April sat down and pulled the doctor to her. She began to kiss her small breasts and suck on her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from the woman. April inserted her fingers between the psychiatrist's legs as she continued to lick and suck. The doctor began a high-pitched squeal as she came again, almost dancing on April's hand. April leaned back into the couch pulling her lover with her, making her straddle the couch and April's tingling body, until her newest lover's pussy was at her mouth. She removed her drenched hand and reached out with her tongue and tasted her therapist's dripping pussy. "Mmm... you taste as good as I thought you would," she said. "Don't stop...please don't stop," her psychiatrist pleaded. April didn't answer, but pulled the woman down and licked and probed her pussy with both her tongue and fingers until she came again panting. "Oh my god," the therapist cried. "I never dreamed it could be like this," as she rode the tongue which seemed to know exactly where to touch her. She steadied herself leaning back on April's firm breasts and looked back to see one of her hands massaging her pussy. "Oh this is so unprofessional, but I must try, I must taste you." On wobbly legs she turned and mounted her patient again but this time she was able to lean down and put her hungry mouth between April's legs. She tentatively reached out her tongue for a taste. The tangy flavor seemed to explode in her mouth. "Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this..." she said in a breathless whisper. She opened her patient's pussy with her fingers and began to probe it with her tongue. She was in heaven as she lapped the tangy liquid. It was good. She found April's clit and began to make circles around it with her tongue as she used her fingers to hold the pussy open. April took that moment to pull her psychiatrist's pussy back down to her mouth and continue what she'd started, this time from a different perspective. It wasn't long before both women we moaning as they continued to pleasure each other. It was an hour later after both women had come many times and the doctor was curled in April's embrace nursing on her ample breasts that they realized they should end their time together. Despite it being her first lesbian adventure the psychiatrist was craving cock, something hard in her pussy, as was April. It seemed that their time together had only made the two hornier. The therapist reluctantly pulled her mouth from the hard nipple and asked her patient, "Well, after this long unorthodox session, how do you feel?" "Mmm..." April said, "Much better, doctor," as she stirred a finger in her therapist's drenched pussy. "I never knew therapy could be this much fun." She giggled as the doctor began to detangle herself and look around for her clothes. April stood too, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She realized that the nightmares would no longer bother her. At last she knew who she was and who she wanted to be, which would be anything she wanted to be. She could enjoy sex with another woman, because she wanted to, and that she liked it and enjoyed the feel and soft touch. But she was in love with her childhood friend and because of him the world was her oyster. She would explore her sexuality unafraid and perhaps she'd finally be a suitable wife for the Master of the Ring of Power. As April pulled on her dress and heels, the doctor found her panties and sat down at her desk. "I think you'll need to see me twice a week," she said looking at the calendar on her computer. "I have Tuesdays and Thursdays open at four, will that work for you?" A Gift From His Father Ch. 27 Slipping into her heels and spying her purse, she turned to the psychiatrist and said, "No. I don't think that will be necessary. I have thoroughly enjoyed our time together. You are a marvelous therapist, but talking about my ordeal and..." she smiled broadly, "the sex was incredible. I think I will be just fine now. Thank you." "What? No. You need more sessions. You may relapse. You need me. You love me, don't you? I think I love you. You can't leave me like this!" The young psychiatrist looked up from her computer screen, her glasses now in her hands and tears welling up in her eyes. She stood quickly, her naked tits bouncing with the sudden movement. She decided on another approach and said, "I'm afraid I have to insist. I'm your therapist and I know what's best." April turned and smiled. She hadn't intended any of this and certainly didn't mean to ensnare her psychiatrist in an affair. She was a happily married heterosexual professional and now she was willing to throw all that away because of one lesbian encounter with April. She could erase her memory of it. But would that be fair? She seemed to really enjoy making love to a woman; perhaps she'd be happier exploring her own sexuality. Maybe she was a lesbian and didn't yet realize it. April shook her head. It wasn't her decision to make. She would have to reset things somewhat. She'd make the woman think she'd imagined all the wonderful sex they'd had. That could work. While April had been going on about her ordeal the therapist began to imagine what it would be like to actually be with another woman. If the feelings were strong enough then she might have the courage to try it. If not, she'd return to her life as a happily married woman. April crossed the room and met the doctor at her desk. With both hands she gently cradled her face and pulled their lips together. The doctor felt light-headed as April entered her mind and gave her instructions. When she was done, she broke the kiss. The doctor stood still, her eyes shut and breathing slowly. Then she opened her eyes and her professional manner took over her features. "I'm so pleased that this session has provided you with the confidence to get past your trauma. I agree that talking through it has allowed you to confront your demons. You should be fine. However, should you need a follow up session, please don't hesitate to schedule another appointment." "Thank you doctor, I will," April said, checking her hair and makeup in the mirror as she left the office. Still clad in only her panties, the doctor remained at her desk typing some notes before she gathered her clothes and shoes and entered her private bathroom. The rest of her afternoon was free so she pulled off her panties and climbed into the shower. As she washed she began to think about her last patient and what it would be like to be with another woman. Her nipples hardened and she began to play with her pussy and masturbate, something she never did. "Mmm..." she thought as rushed towards a pending orgasm faster than she had ever before. She couldn't wait for her husband to come home tonight. Candace had been napping in the lobby, worried that things were taking so long but realizing that it was probably a good thing since April didn't come racing out. Finally, after trying to read several of the out of date magazines in the waiting room she'd fallen asleep. She was slowly awakened by her daughter and relieved to see her smiling. "Oh, I am sorry. I must have dozed off. How'd it go?" "Excellent mom, thanks for insisting I come here. I don't think the nightmares will bother me anymore." Candace smiled and mother and daughter left the medical building talking about where they should go for something to eat. ~~~ John read the numbers on the door, "315". His agents Maria and Carmen were inside. He simply walked right through the locked door. In the queen size bed he saw Maria crying, her head hanging down on her knees as she hugged her legs, her once shiny black hair streaked with white cascading around her weeping form. Carmen was wearing a fluffy white hotel robe and pacing back and forth, looking much the same as Maria and also emaciated. "John! Carmen screeched in a crackly voice that belonged to a much older woman. "Thank God you're here." And she ran the short distance to him and hugged him. "Scanning them both, son," Doctor Smith volunteered from within the Ring of Power. "My God, they seem to have aged fifty years. It's a wonder they're still alive." John closed his eyes as he concentrated and felt Carmen seem to grow fuller and stronger in his arms. When he opened his eyes, he saw Maria lift her beautiful face looking as youthful as ever, her naked body as sexy as he remembered it. Carmen cooed and sighed as if she were cumming. Being in her master's embrace and her body's instant rejuvenation was almost too much for her. She broke the embrace long enough to toss off the robe. She looked even more sexy and alive, her bronze skin looking shiny and healthy again. Falling to her knees, she fished out her master's cock and thanked him the best way she could. With practiced skill she took the large cock down her throat as Maria quickly found John's mouth and kissed him while rubbing her renewed body against him. Talking to his father, John asked, "Can you find a way to block whatever it is that's stealing their youth?" "That may take some time," he said. "But for now, if you extend your shields around the room that will give me a chance to do some analysis." Breaking the kiss, Maria said, "Oh master, thank you so much for coming to save us so quickly. We have no idea what happened, but we got drunk at the party last night and woke up looking like old witches. I don't think we could have lasted much longer." She began kissing him with small kisses all over his face and head. In a flash of light they all disappeared and reappeared in the bed, John on his back, Carmen riding his huge cock and Maria his face. As she leaned forward, her large breasts swaying, he reached up to cup them in his hands. Carmen reached forward to play with Maria's exposed ass. They worked together for several minutes, both women screaming as they came moments from each other. After catching their breath they traded places and began again. "Johnny, sorry to disturb you son, but I think I have found a way to protect the girls and all your corps of agents from this youth-sucking device. We're still collecting the tainted sexual energy, all we have to do is reverse it and distribute it back through the jewels. It will cling to the individual agent like an aura, deflecting the harmful rays making all of you immune to its effects." "Dad, I get that you are a scientist and get off on all this stuff, but I don't know what you're talking about. If you can protect us, then do it." Dr. Zachary Smith laughed. Something John hadn't heard him do in a long time. "Sorry son, I got a little carried away. The girls might feel a little tingle, here goes." "Hmm...master what was that, it kind of tickled," Carmen said and Maria quickly agreed. John didn't answer, but lowered his shields and his father confirmed that it was working. Anticipating his son's question, Dr. Smith answered, "And it will continue to work until we run out of the tainted energy. We have about a twelve hour supply. Looks like you all will have to leave the room and go out and start fucking or get the hell out of dodge before midnight." John looked at his Apple watch. It was noon already. "Look girls, you're going to have to make an appearance. It will throw off the culprits and allow me time to figure out what's going on. Who were you hanging out with?" "Everyone. It was an orgy," Carmen said. "No, before that, silly," Maria said as she licked the head of John's cock one more time, stopping only after she remembered. "Oh wow. It must have been Jim and Susan! I remember at the beginning of the orgy they looked so fresh and Susan looked so much younger." "Oh no, what about Mike, Kim and her brother Greg? They looked so tired and worn out yesterday," Carmen said. John scanned her mind and saw images of the college kids; Dr. Smith did a quick check and came up with their room number. "Okay girls I'm going to check on your friends. You go make an appearance, find Jim and Susan, and let them know you'll be leaving tonight. We'll get to the bottom of this. How old did you say Jim and Susan were?" "They said they were in their late sixties," Maria said. "Look for a couple in their mid-thirties. If my calculations are correct, they'll want to get you alone thinking they've found an ample supply of youth to suck. Be careful and be alert. Alcohol won't affect you again, but you may want to pretend that it does. I will be around but may be invisible or disguised. Hurry and get cleaned up. No playing in the shower, we don't have much time." John dematerialized and rematerialized, standing and clothed in slacks, loafers and a Hawaiian shirt. "Uhh...master, this is a nudist resort. You may want to... you know, be nude," Carmen said. "When the time is right, Carmen," John replied just before he vanished. For the first time in a long while the girls showered without fooling around and were ready to walk out the door in seven minutes. They did spend a minute admiring their rejuvenated bodies in the mirrors. They looked even hotter than the day they arrived, or since John had transformed them all those years ago. John paused before entering the room the college kids had been sharing, already knowing what he'd find. He was too late; the three looked to be in their late 80's and had died of natural causes. They appeared to have died in their sleep. Perhaps that was for the best. They didn't seem to have been in any pain. "One of them, the boyfriend Mike, seems to have died from advanced Alzheimer's," Dr. Smith volunteered. "Probably never knew what hit him." "That's probably how they are getting away with it," John realized. "The coroner's report shows the deceased having died of natural causes and they steal the identities of their victims." "How big do you think this is?" John asked his father. "Hard to tell, but I'm more worried about who is behind this and how many more of these resorts there are, son." Carmen and Maria went down to the busy pool. Lunch was being served and as they headed for an open cabana, they turned more than a few heads, also getting their share of salutes from the men. John watched as a couple of young guys seemed to be talking in whispers just as the girls passed. Upon arriving at their cabana, their waiter was there in a jiffy to take their order. They both ordered salads and their usual drinks. John overheard part of what the two young guys were saying. Something about this is great and Stan and Edith's turn would advance their timetable, while looking at Carmen and Maria, but not as sex objects. The other agreed that they still looked pretty good, must be the genes, while the other laughed and said something about making their flight. Carmen and Maria sat eating their lunch, their dark sunglasses hiding their eyes while they scanned the pool area for Jim and Susan. John thought they'd be in their thirties by now. They tried to imagine what the couple would look like if thirty years younger but weren't having any luck. They only now realized that the resort seemed to be void of anyone over the age of forty. Most of the men were in the pool swimming or horsing around while many of the women were lounging, working on their tans. Suddenly they felt an invisible hand on their shoulders. "Don't turn around," John said. "I've bad news. I found your friends, the college kids. They didn't make it. I'm sorry I was too late." Maria gasped, still looking at the pool and pretending to talk to Carmen, "they were barely out of high school, just babies." John scanned the pool area from their vantage point. "You both seem to be attracting more than your share of attention. I wonder how many of these people are in on this youth drain." The girls looked at all the men and women in the pool area. Many seemed to be going about their business, but others kept glancing at them. "I think it is time you two got another upgrade," John said. "In a few moments you will be able to communicate with each other and me telepathically. You'll also be able to read the minds of people within fifty feet of you, with the exception of me, that is. Nothing fancy, no deep probes. But it should be enough to find most of the accomplices and perhaps even those behind it all." A few moments passed and nothing was said. Then Maria thought, "Carmen can you see that guy with the mustache, he was all over me last night, literally. Uh oh, he's coming this way." Carmen thought back to Maria, "Yeah, I remember him, he had a nice touch but the mustache tickles. Okay he's almost here. I don't remember his name. Be cool and let's see if we can read his thoughts." "Damn, both of them are so hot. Be cool. It's okay to salute, under the circumstances. Gee, I would love to have either one of them alone for an hour. With those dark glasses I can't see if they are looking at me. Easy Daryl, be cool. Don't try to be clever just say hello and see where that leads." "Good afternoon beautiful ladies. That was some party last night, huh?" "Yes it was," Carmen said, removing her sunglasses and making an obvious gesture of looking at Daryl's growing cock. Maria tipped her glasses and looked at Daryl's impressive tool, "Oh, I remember you, now." She smiled and her nipples hardened. "Headlights on," Daryl thought. "This is so cool," Carmen thought to Maria. They chatted for several minutes before Daryl had enough courage to ask if either of them wanted some alone time. It gave Carmen and Maria enough time to eliminate Daryl from having any knowledge of what was going on. But he seemed to be protected in some way; either that or he too was in danger of losing his youth. After Maria made a light commitment to meet later, Daryl left with his ego soaring and his stiff cock wagging between his thighs. "Okay ladies," John said. "You see how this works. It's time to split up and see what we can learn. You two take the pool area and I'll work the lobby. Your telepathy is strong enough to reach me anywhere on the property." The girls agreed, put their sunglasses back, grabbed their drinks, and began to mingle on opposite sides of the pool. Being able to read minds made it easy to insert themselves into any conversation and group. Playing in the pool together, the rejuvenated couple, Jim and Susan pretended not to notice Carmen and Maria as they worked the pool area. Their beauty and friendly personalities were charming. Susan told Jim they were probably looking for hook-ups for later on. Jim commented that since they seemed to have not been adversely affected by the youth transfer, they may be of more use than first thought. ~~~ Being one of the newest John Smith agents took some getting used to for Evan. When he was offered the position and told he'd have mind control power over almost anyone he met, he knew that he'd like this lifestyle. He'd met John Smith only once and quickly become in awe of the man. But there was something that John Smith saw in the youth that made him stand out, and who was going to argue with John Smith? At only nineteen he was still a little immature. He was clumsy at best with girls and women and was in many ways your typical horny teenage boy. And although open-minded when it came to sex, he couldn't imagine being with another guy. He did well enough in his training that his instructors thought he was ready to be on his own, and like all of John Smith's agents, was free to live and pursue life as he chose as long as he kept meeting their quota. Commitment was key. Evan had always wanted to go to college, but not for the right reasons. He wasn't interested in learning about science, history, or mathematics. That stuff was too boring and he didn't pay much attention to what he would do with his life, having gotten by most of his life living with his single mother. She had him in her early teens and worked hard enough for the both of them. He wanted to go to college because that's where all the hot girls were. After becoming one of John Smith's agents, for the first time in his life Evan wanted more and even if he didn't graduate, he realized that having this new power meant that he needed to have some kind of plan. He would not be allowed to steal and take advantage of people, not for very long. The punishments for disobeying any of his master's rules were very harsh. Focused for the first time in his life, he realized that he needed to know what he didn't know, and college seemed to be the best place to learn. Being around all the prettiest girls in the bay area was just a bonus, besides he had a quota. Mountain View Foothill College has a very diverse population, attracting students from all over central California, and drew many international students. His low quota for the first few months allowed Evan to settle in to his new life, enrolling in school and blending in with the student body. Since he didn't have to actually participate in sex, but merely be in close proximity to collect the sexual energy, a college campus was the best place to be. It was just about half past the noon hour, the best prowling time, Evan thought. He'd already seen many girls that he lusted for, but knew he had to be careful with his approach. Most of the girls had roommates and were cautious with guys they hadn't met yet, not that it would be much of a problem. But he'd learned from his mentors and classes it was better to err on the side of caution and take baby steps rather than having to spend a lot of time cleaning up a mess afterwards. Evan too had a roommate; Sid (Sidney Goldman), a science nerd and easy to get along with guy, especially since Evan could simply control the teen, like when he chose the side of the room Sid had already claimed for himself. Evan strolled confidently into the Commons and approached a pair of girls sitting alone talking while eating their lunch. "Hello," he said interrupting them, "mind if I join you?" Both girls looked up as Evan squeezed his six foot frame into the round concrete table and bench, not waiting for their reply. Gina was about to tell him to get lost when suddenly she thought, 'he looks kind of cute.' "No, have a seat. I'm Gina and this is my roommate Sue," she volunteered, still not knowing why she said that, but it was too late now. Sue looked at her like she'd lost her mind and was about to protest when she heard herself say, "Hi, you must be new, I don't think I've seen you around here before?" "No, I just transferred from the Stockton area," he said as he looked them up and down, deciding that he had chosen well. Gina was a thin girl with large breasts and shoulder length blonde hair. Sue was Asian with long shiny black hair and smaller breasts. Gina didn't like the way he was looking at them, as though they were his next meal and she was about to ask him what he wanted. "You look hungry, would you like half of my sandwich?" Sue blinked. That was so unlike Gina to be warm and friendly to a total stranger and to offer him half of her sandwich that was just weird. She would never share her food with anyone. "Are you sure, Gina?" she asked her roommate before Evan could reply. Sue then looked at Evan; she began to suspect that something wasn't right. They needed to leave. "Let's go Gina; we're going to be late for class," she said as she collected her things. "You don't want to leave now," Evan said. "We were just getting to know each other." Sue sat back down, and smiled at Evan. "You're right. Would you like the rest of my soda, to wash down the sandwich?" A Gift From His Father Ch. 27 "Thank you. You both are very generous," Evan said as he accepted the soda and sandwich. "Tell me about yourselves. Are you both virgins?" Sue laughed, "Oh no, far from it. I've had a few boyfriends and girlfriends. I love to fuck and suck both cock and pussy." She blushed a bright red, why did she volunteer that information? She covered her mouth with both her hands. Gina looked at her roommate with a shocked expression on her face as Evan turned to her and asked, "What about you Gina, are you still a virgin?" "No, I'm not a virgin. I've been with a couple of boys before. I've never been with another girl, though I am curious about what it would be like." She too couldn't believe what she'd just said. She wanted to run and hide, but sat there embarrassed, looking down at the table. "That's great," Evan said. "I've always wanted to be with two girls while they explored their sexuality. Would you mind if I watched and maybe joined in? Are either of you good at sucking cock?" Gina smiled timidly and said, "Well we do have a class in about ten minutes, but that does sound like fun to me. Do you have a big cock? All my boyfriends had average size cocks." Not waiting for Evan to answer, Sue said, "I've been told that I am a very good cocksucker." The expression on her face was one of surprise. Why was she saying these things? Did Gina just agree to skip class and fuck this guy and explore lesbian sex? "I think we should go back to your dorm room and see if my cock is big enough. What do you think?" Evan said, looking back and forth between the two girls. They both agreed, gathering their stuff as Evan finished off the last of the soda and tossed the can in the blue recycle bin. It was a short walk to the dorm room; Gina and Sue were becoming more and more aroused thinking of fucking this cute stranger. The thought that they would be sharing him and that they too would be able to play with each other, was more than they could bear. Sue admitted to herself that it was something that she'd fantasized about since they became roommates. Once inside the tidy dorm room, Evan spied the chair at the nearest desk and sat down, saying, "Since you are experienced with both girls and boys, Sue, and Gina you are bi-curious why don't you both start by taking your clothes off and telling me what you think your best feature is. Still not believing that she was doing this, Sue suggested that she'd feel better if she could kiss Gina first, "Would that be alright?" She was uncertain who she was asking. Gina had already taken off her blouse and her large breasts were held back by a heavy-duty bra. Not waiting for an answer, the two roommates slipped easily into each other's embrace, opened their mouths, and began enthusiastically swapping saliva. After a minute, Sue's hand found the back of Gina's bra and unsnapped it, stepping away long enough for the bra to fall off her roommate and on to the floor. Finally able to fondle the tits that she'd worshiped from afar, Sue marveled at their softness, tested their weight, and finally lowered her mouth to the perky pink nipples, taking one in her mouth while she pinched the other between her thumb and forefinger. As she enjoyed the warm wet mouth of her roommate on her left breast, Gina reached out with her hands to Sue's breasts and wasn't surprised to find that Sue wasn't wearing a bra. She often went without one, she noticed enviously. If only she could, she wished. Her bras were so uncomfortable. She continued to rub Sue's body under her clothes and before long they were both naked except for their panties. "This is a big moment," Evan said, both girls so wrapped up in the moment they'd forgotten that he was there. He too was clothed in only his boxers. "Should we all remove this last item of modesty at the same time, all at once, or reveal one at a time?" Both girls looked over to Evan and the massive tent in his boxers. They parted and approached him from both ends of the bed and crawled into it. "Or perhaps I should do the honors?" he asked, already knowing how things would proceed. His mind control on the girls was working flawlessly. Gina reclined on her pillow stretching out her long legs in front of her. Sue came around behind Evan and draped her body over his as he leaned forward to pull the sexy panties from Gina's ass. Evan could feel Sue's hard nipples on his back. Sue would remove his boxers after he removed Gina's. "My tits," Gina said, smiling and licking her lips as she watched Evan as he slowly pulled her panties down her smooth legs, freeing her of the unnecessary garment, his face revealing his bewilderment. Gina smiled and said, "My best feature? You asked what I thought was my best feature. Definitely my tits." She cupped them and brought one to her lips and pulled on the nipple with her teeth. Even as she sucked on her nipple, Gina couldn't imagine where she'd gotten the idea to perform so wantonly in front of her roommate and Evan. It was fun and she wanted more. She'd never sucked on her own nipples before. It was turning her on more, it felt so good, and she couldn't believe she'd waited so long to try it. Evan smiled as he watched as Gina was really getting into the part. Telling her to be slutty was a nice touch. Removing the skimpy garment revealed Gina's blonde short trimmed bush. 'Ah, the carpet matches the drapes perfectly,' Evan thought. Sue was ready to pull Evan's boxers off, but hesitated to look at her roommate's pussy and imagined eating Gina's pussy. The image changed, as she realized that she was going to have it all, eating the pussy she longed for and getting fucked from behind by a hard cock. The thought shook her out of her daydream. 'Cock,' she thought and pulled Evan's boxers down to his knees revealing the largest real cock and set of balls she'd ever seen. She was hypnotized by it as she took it in her hands. Without a second thought she brought it to her salivating mouth and began to see if she could fit it inside, licking it all around as she slid under Evan next to Gina. Glowing brightly below the large cock, piercing the skin below the huge cock was large diamond which seemed to be glowing brightly as if it were emitting its own light. That of course was impossible; she dismissed the thought and went back to licking the huge stalk of man meat. Gina continued to suck on her nipple, but with her panties gone and her pussy exposed, her hand wandered south and she began to play with her pussy. She was soon moving her fingers around her clitoris as she shuddered and moaned. It was so intense and unexpected. She'd never been this turned on before. Evan leaned forward and pulled her legs wide open. Her wet panties rode down her legs until she felt them spring from her foot allowing her to lift a leg over Sue's head as she managed to get her mouth around the head of the large cock. Evan leaned forward and pulled her pussy open and with a long lick ran his tongue over her quivering flesh. Gina sucked in a huge breath and, taking her hand from her clit, pulled furiously on her free nipple. Evan had only just begun to feast on her pussy; she couldn't believe how frantic she'd become. This was sex. The things she'd done with all her other boyfriends were foreplay. She shuddered again, very close to coming. Then she became frightened; if sex felt this good so soon she may not live through the afternoon. Evan couldn't read minds, but he knew that he had Gina on a rollercoaster and he would make his low weekly quota with this single threesome. He needed to make it last. The longer it lasted the more sexual energy would be released and the more his diamond would absorb. Gina was moaning continuously now. She was ready to cross the boundary she'd been curious about crossing. Evan was fully erect and Sue was no closer to swallowing any more than the head of his cock. Evan suggested that she move over and see if she could help Gina with those large tits and see if she could help the poor girl cum. Sue reluctantly let go of the large cock, kissed it one more time and crawled from under Evan. She pulled her panties off quickly, knowing they would be in the way of what she had in mind. She moved to the top of the bed next to where Gina's head lay and took one of the big tits in her mouth, this moving Gina to the next level. Eyes closed tightly and panting, her large wet nipple fell from her mouth. Sue saw her chance and straddled her friend, her pussy only inches from the panting girl's mouth. She slowly lowered it. Just at that very moment, Gina, unable to endure Evan's tongue assault any longer, exploded and began to scream, shaking her head from side to side, covering Evan's face and tongue with her sweet nectar. Sue timed her landing perfectly and dropped her cunt just as Gina centered herself. Startled and still cumming, there was little Gina could do. Her first taste of pussy was happening before she had prepared herself. She instinctively stabbed her tongue into the pussy, grabbing Sue's hips while trying not to suffocate. Sue leaned forward and pulled on Gina's nipples with her teeth causing a new wave of orgasmic to bliss roll over Gina. Evan used that moment to shove his hard cock into the helpless woman and began to slowly slide back and forth. Gina was trying to breathe. The pleasure she was feeling was nothing like she'd ever experienced before. Unable to process any thoughts, her screams were muffled by Sue's fine ass and pussy. The combination quickly brought her to the boiling point, even though Gina hadn't a clue what she was doing. Evan looked at the sweet ass and pussy sitting on Gina's face and thought that Gina was ready for a break. He pulled Sue off her friend and down onto Gina's belly. Knowing what was coming, she spread her legs wide and Evan saw the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Although he wanted to admire it further there would be plenty of time for that later. In a quick motion, Evan pulled out of Gina and thrust into Sue, pulling her farther down the bed, leaving Gina empty, panting and trying to process what just happened. Sue had been with several guys but none as big as Evan and he really knew what to do with his cock. She was so full and he was stroking in and out of her in a slow building pace, bottoming out sweetly causing her to groan as he pushed against her cervix. When he pulled back he almost pulled completely out. She squeezed as tightly as she could, fearing he might pull out completely and she couldn't bear the thought of the empty feeling, not yet. He looked down at her, her small breasts almost flat against her heaving chest, her nipples hard and pointing needing a mouth on them. As if on cue, Gina, having recovered from her multiple orgasms, locked her lips around the nearest nipple as she returned the favor and lowered her drenched pussy onto Sue's waiting mouth. What Gina had forgotten was that her roommate was an experienced pussy eater and knew just what she was doing. Also that she was still ramped up from her last series of orgasms and it wouldn't take much to get her off again. Sue did indeed know what to do and with her pussy and mouth full she was in heaven, getting and giving pleasure. She tried not to concentrate on the slow pounding Evan was giving her pussy, but was determined to bring her roommate to her first girl-induced orgasm. Evan was getting close, but wanted to wait for the girls to catch up. "Come on Sue, lick that pussy. Bet you can't get her off before I make you come," he taunted the woman and began stroking faster. Sue moaned into Gina's pussy as she once again found her clit. "Oh my gad," Gina cried out. "I'm going to cum again." Sue was elated, she was going to win, she thought. And then from out of nowhere Sue squealed signaling that she was coming. It seemed to be all that Gina needed and she too began to squeal and pant. "Sue, you did it, oh my gad, you ate my pussy and made me cum!" she said, panting as her juices filled her roommate's mouth. Sue drank down the delicious juices while trying not to drown as she continued to cum as Evan seemed ready to explode. He roared and shot his cum deep into Sue's pussy causing her to cum again. She pushed her roommate off her as she gasped for air. Evan pulled out and Gina grabbed the big cock and licked Sue's juices off before releasing the clean cock. Evan smiled as he patted Gina on the head. 'This is going to be good,' he thought. 'I'm gonna like going to college.' Evan pulled on his clothes as the girls rested, gloriously naked, their wet bodies showing the signs of their sexual play. "Girls, I have to go, but I want you two to do something for me. Sue, I want you to get your nipples pierced, small breasts look better when pierced. And Gina, you need a tattoo, somewhere on your ass or thigh. And you both dress far too conservatively, something showing a little more skin is in order. Surprise me. Oh and I don't have to tell you both to feel free to practice with each other. I like my girls to have a little more experience, so you'll want to practice every chance you get." He called out his phone number and told them to call him tomorrow once they were ready to show off their new accessories. Then he was gone. "Who does he think he is, telling us to get piercings and tattoos?" Sue asked, knowing that she'd do what he asked. Gina agreed, but knew that her life was just radically altered. She had eaten Sue's pussy, and Sue had eaten her pussy and she'd loved it. She had cum more than ever before in her life, and she was sexually exhausted; a nap would be so good. But since she was now bi-sexual, not a lesbian, not yet she thought, she did need to practice. Evan said so. 'If she was ever to become a lesbian she'd want to make sure she knew what she was doing, right?' she thought. 'No, she wasn't going to become a lesbian, just because she had eating one pussy and enjoyed having her pussy eaten once. It was just this once, never again.' "Gina," Sue called her roommate, interrupting her musings. "Yeah?" Gina replied. "That was pretty awesome. Would you like to... go again?" "Hell yeah," Gina said and jumped onto her roommate and swung around diving into her dripping pussy as Sue pulled her legs open and the two roommates found themselves in the first of many sixty-niners they would enjoy together. ~~~ Mark never imaged that he'd be fucking his best friend's mother. As a boy he was in awe of her, she was beautiful. He thought back to his childhood as Mary Smith rode his young cock. He wasn't the biggest lover she'd ever had, but he certainly might be the most enthusiastic. They'd been at it for almost two hours and Mark wasn't slowing down. Mary wondered if her son may have given his best friend a little enhancement here and there, for if it wasn't for hers she'd never have been able to last this long. But even though Mark was John's best friend and had seen a lot and participated in many of their orgies, Mark had been kept in the dark about everything that was going on. To be honest, John just told him to accept the benefits and enjoy himself, not to question things. Mary decided that it was time to end this round and she told Mark that she was getting close and would love it if they came together. And just like that Mark found himself complying and cumming for the fourth time that evening. Mary got off him and took his softening cock in her mouth to clean him off, enjoying the taste of their combined juices. She then led him by his cock to the shower. After a playful shower of fondling and kissing they dried off and Mark had the choice of staying the night or leaving. "Well Mary," he began. "I'm filling in for John, so what do you think he'd do?" Mary smiled and said, "My son is a very busy man these days, nevertheless, he always makes time for his mother at least once a week. And when he comes over, he always spends the night." "Guess I'm spending the night," Mark said. "Good, I hate sleeping alone and I like to cuddle." "Lead the way," he said and Mary pulled him by the hand. They changed the sheets and climbed into bed naked. They cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. ~~~ Jim and Susan got out of the pool together, naked; admiring each other's rejuvenated bodies. 'The miracle of modern technology,' Jim thought, 'We barely look older than twenty and the aging process is in remission. As long as we spend a few weeks here at the nudist resort we'll never age again, assuming that we don't run out of young people to steal youth from.' He knew there was little chance of that; as long as the resort continued to offer next to nothing rates for young couples they would have an endless supply of victims. As the couple headed back to their room walking near where Carmen was flirting with a couple of guys and their girlfriends, not recognizing either of them, Jim began to wonder what was different about the two girls. Why hadn't they aged like the rest and died? What was special about them? That was just enough for Carmen to pick up. She turned ever so slightly to see both of their faces. It was them alright. They looked so young she'd never have found them if she wasn't able to read their thoughts. "Maria, John I found them. They are going back to their room. Not the room that they took us to, I'm sure," Carmen thought. Maria and John answered and John told them he'd follow them, and that they were to continue to work the pool area and see if they could find out who else was involved. Carmen asked, "Master, we understand and will do whatever you ask, you know, but what if we run into something we can't handle and you are occupied? We don't want to fail you." "Carmen you are right, things could become rough. Don't worry. Both of you are now more than able to handle any situation that may arise. You're not bulletproof, but you won't need to be." Both girls wondered what he meant by that, and imaged being very quick and masters of martial arts. "Right on both counts," John said and went silent again. ~~~ It was a beautiful day at Fisherman's Warf. Candace and April were enjoying their lunch at one of Candace's favorite restaurants. The staff was busily serving their customers. Mother and daughter were enjoying one of those rare moments where they could relax and just be themselves. Time slipped away as they talked; they laughed at each other's jokes and nothing else seemed to matter. Before they knew it, it was evening and Happy Hour. April excused herself to use the lavatory before the drive home. When she returned, there was a handsome guy hitting on her mother. "April sweetie, this is Bob. He's in pharmaceutical sales and was offering to buy us both drinks. I explained that we were preparing to leave, having spent a long lunch here, but he insisted." April looked at the charming young man, just a few years older than her, she guessed. "Well, one drink couldn't hurt, I guess." After the third drink, two of Bob's friends had joined him and by the fourth they thought that Candace and April were inebriated enough to make a move. They didn't know that alcohol no longer had any effect on them and that they were being played. "Boys, it's getting a little stuffy in here. Would you like to come to my place and party a little more?" Candace asked while winking at her daughter. April smiled, knowing that this would likely fill her mother's quota for two nights and she was happy to play along. The guys didn't hesitate and soon they were arriving at the Martin home. (To be continued)