3 comments/ 279832 views/ 32 favorites Hidden Talent Ch. 01 By: mxslicer My Hidden Talent. Chapter 1. Reaching Elizabeth. "What are you staring at? Elizabeth asked sitting up and adjusting her glasses. "Nothing," I replied nervously. "You were staring at my panties weren't you?" "Urr, no! I mean yes. I'm sorry," I said. "I just noticed them, and I couldn't help looking. I'm really sorry Elizabeth, it won't happen again," I offered sincerely. "Don't be sorry," she whispered staring down at the floor. "Did you...did..." "Did I what?" I asked softly. "Did you look because you find me attractive?" she asked. "Yeah," I said quickly hoping she hadn't noticed that my hands were shaking. "I think you're beautiful." Elizabeth and I were in her bedroom studying for a math exam. She had been on her bed and I had been sitting on a chair by her desk. As we were working on our homework she had repositioned herself on bed several times, from laying on her back, to lying on her stomach, to sitting up, and back again trying to get comfortable. Then, in a sudden movement, her skirt had gotten folded up on her legs, and I got a clear view of her panties. I could not help, but stare openly when notice she was wearing silky black panties at the top of her long thighs. Elizabeth was slender, average height, with small breasts. Her brown hair was kept straight and was short enough that it didn't quite reach her shoulders. She was attractive but not beautiful with wide, light blue eyes and long dark lashes. She had the look of a librarian or bookkeeper. I was taller and thin too, not handsome, not ugly. We both hung out in the geeky crowd at school. We weren't invited to the big parties or in the popular crowd. We were on the debate team, the chess club, the science club, and were obsessed with where we could be going to college. I had been working on this moment for a long time, and I think it was actually beginning to work. It all started about two years earlier with my mother. My father had left my mother for a younger woman when I was twelve. My mother took it hard, and was pretty depressed. A couple of years later I began to feel strange. My mother's depression was becoming my own. I'm not sure why, but somehow I knew my feelings of dread and hopelessness were not my own, but that of my mother's. I was always a happy and optimistic guy and bearing the brunt of my mother's deep depression was taking its toll on me. Not knowing what else to do I tried willing it away. The harder I thought about it, the less depressed my mother felt. I slowly began to realize that I was in touch with my mother's emotions and could influence them with my thoughts. I became more skilled at influencing my mother as time went on. I got her to start exercising, buy nicer clothes, get her hair and make-up done, and to start dating men. In a few months she was a completely changed woman. She felt good about herself and began enjoying life again on her own without my help. Naturally, I wanted to see if my hidden talent worked on anyone else. I had a difficult time and figured it was some sort concoction in my head until I began studying with Elizabeth. When we first began hanging out together and study, I thought of her in a completely platonic way. She was smart, much smarter than I was in science, math, and our other courses, and I had to work hard to keep up with her. Then one day while sitting at her kitchen table studying with her I felt something. I thought it was me at first, feeling aroused, then I realized it was her. She was feeling mildly horny and I could sense it. I had almost forgot about trying to influence people, like I did my mother, until that moment. I had a rich sexual fantasy life, masturbating to conjured images of Playboy playmates, supermodels, or some of more popular girls in school. I hadn't really thought of Elizabeth in that way, until I felt her arousal. As time went on I could sense more and more of Elizabeth impulses and feelings. At first I couldn't influence them, but I could sense them and react to her from them. I could tell if she was feeling frustrated, sad, happy, or best of all horny. My being so in tune with her helped our relationship become much closer. However, I was disappointed when I realized that she wasn't that attracted to me, especially since I knew she had a healthy sexual appetite. As with my mother's depression, I attempted to change her feelings with the force of my will. It took months and I almost thought it wasn't going to work, but I knew I had to keep trying. Now, I think it was finally starting to pay off. "You're not just saying that are you?" she asked unable to look me in the eye. "No, it's true," I said. "I've thought you were beautiful for a long time." "Can I tell you something?" she asked. "Anything." "I've had one real date in my entire life and it was disaster," she said pushing up her glasses. "That's pretty pathetic for an 18 year old. I mean, when is a dork like me ever going to date, fall in love, or have sex with someone?" she continued. "I bought these fancy panties trying to fool myself a little, to make myself feel feminine, sexy, hoping...hoping that someday, someone, some guy would see...I mean see me as a woman, not just some geeky girl with glasses." I swallowed unable to say anything for a few moments. I could definitely sense how deeply she felt about this, and I was taken aback about how open she was with me. I had been trying to get her to open up to me, but I didn't realize she would reveal her innermost thoughts to me. Seeing her so vulnerable made me want her so bad. Coupled with the vision of her long legs and her black panties I was going crazy. "You're not a dork," I said feeling lame and inadequate. I think you're a beautiful woman, a woman any man could ever hope to have," I continued hoping beyond hope that she might feel the same. "You're sweet," she said. At that moment her feelings opened up more fully to me. I don't know how to explain it, it was like her mind was part of mine, but still detached. I wanted to her to feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I watched her as she sat up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She slid her buttocks forward until she was at the edge with me sitting directly in front of her. I could feel her nervousness as I saw her pull her skirt up toward her waist, spreading her legs just a little, and then leaning back on her elbows. She was a little clumsy, but it was very effective. My arousal became mixed with hers. I was both excited and troubled by the strange mix of fear, anticipation and the realization that I was influencing her to be like this. I stared at her black panties, noticing the small bulge in the satin formed by the opening of her sex. I instinctively wanted to touch and stroke her, but I was too paralyzed, too awed to do anything. I raised my eyes to hers. She had a "I don't know why I'm doing this look," on her face, but she was smiling as she went through with it. "Do you like what you see?" she asked smoothing her skirt down after hearing her mother making her way up the stairs. "Yeah," was all I could utter. "Would, ah, would...would you like me to show off for you again sometime?" she asked. "Of course I do," I replied breathlessly. "Elizabeth," her mother said at the door. "It's time to get ready for dinner." "Okay, mom," Elizabeth answered still smiling at me. I walked home contemplating what had happened with Elizabeth. I had broken through, I could influence Elizabeth's feelings and desires. I was intoxicated with the thought. A part of me considered the ethics of doing such a thing, but those thoughts were overwhelmed by my lustful desires. After I got home, I raced to my room, undressed, crawled into my bed, and stroked myself as I imagined all the nasty things I could make Elizabeth do to me. *** Two days later I found myself at Elizabeth's house, homework was only an excuse. I was much more focused and mentally prepared, so I was having a much easier time getting into her thoughts. I was subtly trying to make her attracted toward me. Of course, I was also pushing her desire to show off to me along with making her aroused. We worked for a short while, and I could feel that she was becoming just as jittery with anticipation as I was. I kept pushing her, in my mind, as we worked. "Well," she said, "Can I show off for you again?" "Absolutely," I replied. "I want to show you everything this time," she said. I almost couldn't contain myself when she said that. She smiled as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed. In addition to pushing her desire to show off, I also wanted her to want to exhibit herself for my approval. It had taken some pushing by my to overcome her natural shyness. She slid her hips forward on the bed in front of me and slowly reached under her skirt. She lifted her hips slightly and started to slide her panties off of her legs. I watched her pull them slowly down her legs, around her ankles, and finally onto the floor. "I'm naked under my skirt," she said breathing more quickly. "Does that turn you on?" "Oh yeah," I breathed. I was in heaven. She was doing exactly what I wanted. I watched as she reached under her button up blouse. After a short struggle I saw her pull her bra out through her sleeve. "I'm not wearing any underwear at all," she said seductively. "Are you still turned on?" "Yes," was all I could say. I could see the darkness of her nipples as they tried to poke through the white material of her blouse. My heart was pounding in my chest. "I want to see all of you." She stood up and unzipped the back of her skirt. Then she let it fall down to her feet, and stepped out of it. I couldn't quite see all of her because the length of her blouse covered her pubic area. However, she looked incredibly sexy standing there in just her blouse. I could see most of her smooth long legs. "I can see you like looking at me, but do you like me? She asked. "I mean all of me." "I like you a lot Elizabeth," I answered. "I have for a long time." "I like you too Michael. I couldn't do this if I didn't," she said. "You make me feel good. You make me feel sexy." "You're extremely sexy," I said as I tried my best to make her as turned on as possible. "I've never felt so turned on in my life," she said breathlessly. "Tell me what you want. I'll do anything you ask, I mean anything." "Take off your shirt," I said. "I want to see you naked." I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, each undone button revealing a bit more of her body. She looked at me, smiling, as pulled open her shirt revealing herself to me, and then letting it fall off of her shoulders onto the floor. "Walk around," I said. "I want to see you walk around naked." I watched her as she paced back and forth across the room fully naked. She had long, smooth legs, a perfect round butt, slim hips, and a lean stomach with small but nicely shaped breasts. "I want to see you touch yourself," I said. She ran her hands all over her body as she stood in front of me. I was mesmerized as I watched her touch her sex. Then, after a few moments, she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I stood in front of her as she placed my hand on the wetness between her legs. She showed me how she liked to be touched. "Oh, God Michael," she breathed. "It feels so much better when you touch me." She kissed me passionately as I cautiously moved my fingers along the outer folds of her sex and then on her clitoris. She began to breathe harder so I stroked a little harder and faster. She pushed her sex harder into my hand and began to strain and moan. I continued as I began to nuzzle her neck, and my other hand roamed along her thighs, buttocks, and back. I looked up to see her face, and now she was arching back, her face straining up towards the ceiling. I loved how she looked and felt, stroking her I could feel her orgasm coming on in the background. I focused in on her feelings trying to make it as intense as possible. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close, when her climax hit. She moaned and screamed into my shoulder as I felt her pleasure move through her body. I made it last as long as I could. "Thank you, Thank you!" she screamed. "That was the first orgasm I didn't give myself and, my God, it was by for the best." I held her up as she lay limply in my arms. I laid her down on the bed, holding her in my arms. We just lay there enjoying the sensation of holding each other close. "It's your turn," she said some time later. "Take off your clothes." I could feel her sense of wanting to please me along with a curiosity how that male side of things worked. I eagerly complied pulling off my shirt and sliding down my pants. I was completely erect and somewhat embarrassed about being nude in front of her. I had never been naked in front of another woman before. I shuddered as I felt her long cool fingers wrap themselves around my penis. It was the first time anyone else had touched me there. "Ooh! I had no idea it would be so big." she said. "Does it hurt?" "No," I answered. "What you're doing feels really good," I continued as I tried my best to fill her with the desire to touch and please me. "I wonder if there will be enough room inside me," she said giggling. "There will be," I said hoping there would be. The idea the she was actually thinking about what it would be like to have sex with me was almost overwhelming. "It's so warm and soft and hard all at the same time!" she cooed, and started stroking up and down the shaft. "Uh, Elizabeth that feels really good. You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that." "Really?" she said, enthusiastically. "Does that mean I'm giving you a hand-job?" "Yes!" I managed to croak out, as I got closer and closer. "A little faster." "Turn toward me," she said. I turned and she cupped and massaged my balls in one hand and stroked with the other. I began to grunt and groan, straining forward and came suddenly in several jet-propelled spurts. "Wow! That was impressive!" she said. "Thanks," I said. "Damn! That's my mother," Elizabeth said after we heard a car pull up in the driveway. "We need to do this more often, Okay?" "Sure." "Now, get dressed." We dressed quickly, and pretended to study. Soon after I walked home with sticky pants, having been unable to clean up after, but feeling on top of the world. Hidden Talent Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Oral Sex. "Are you gonna come over after school today?" Elizabeth asked me in the hallway at school. "Yeah, we've got that chemistry test coming up," I said with a wink. "I'll see you then," she said. It had been two days since I had gazed up Elizabeth's naked body and we gave each other hand jobs. I hadn't been able to think of anything but getting the opportunity to be with her again. I could only sense and influence her feelings when I was in close proximity to her, and tried to influence her as much as possible whenever I saw her, at school, her house, or wherever. It was becoming easier for me to manipulate Elizabeth's desires. I didn't seem to take as much concentration or as much time to imprint my thoughts on her. Part of it was that I was getting better at connecting with her, but another part of it was that my imposed desires and feelings were seeming to become permanently imprinted on her. I kept pushing her to be as horny, if not more so, than I was. I was also imposing upon her, a desire to please me above all others, including herself. Furthermore, I was also making her fall totally in love with me. All of these desires weren't difficult to imprint on her because she was already feeling them to a certain extent. I was merely making them stronger and more intense. When I arrived at her house that afternoon, she answered the door naked. I also been influencing her to be an exhibitionist. I filled her with the desire to seek appreciation and lustful admiration from me every time I came into contact with her. I made her want my stares up her skirt, my gaping looks her figure, and my attention to her as a sexual person. As smart as she was, she figured out how to get it. She teased, acted helpless like a vulnerable little girl, and took on a wanton willingness to display herself. "Do you like?" she asked "I love it," I answered. Elizabeth was an extremely sexy woman disguised as a future librarian. She was an awkward, geeky girl who was very hot when she thought and acted like she was hot. I loved everything about her. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked. "Your breasts are very sexy, Elizabeth." I loved her breasts. They were small, but her nipples were quite long when she was aroused, with dark conical areolas about the size of a quarter that were mounded and firm. She pranced around while rubbing and pinching those long nipples. "Not too small?" she asked. "The size doesn't matter. I like the way they're shaped and the dark area around them." "Oh! I need you to touch them," she said leaning down to me, with her chest thrust forward. I reached up and gingerly took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. I squeezed very gently. "Mmm, that's nice. Pinch them harder and pull on them too." I figured I was pulling and pinching her nipples hard enough to hurt, but she seemed to love it, moaning in pleasure as I continued to play with them. "I want to give you a special treat," she said. "Come here and sit down," she said pointing to the couch. I sat and she danced around naked, obviously getting a kick out my wide-eyed admiration. She put her ass in my face, and bent over touching her feet and giving me a view of her sexy little package from behind and underneath. She faced me again, and put one leg on the couch and began stroking her slit with her middle finger. Sensing the feelings going through her mind was intoxicating. Her desire to show off was just enough to overcome her shyness. I could sense spikes of arousal when she exposed her most intimate areas to me while at the same time feeling self conscious. Her feeling of vulnerability was exquisite, and made her sensations that more intense. My penis began to throb against my shorts. She finally stopped directly in front of me, and was a vision clad in nothing but her naked flesh. Putting her hands on her hips, she pushed pubic area forward, right into my face. Her flat stomach enhanced the vision of her mound just in front of me. "You like this?" she whispered as she teased her nipples, and gently rotated her hips in front of my face. She was incensed with lust and nothing else was going through her mind except her arousal. "Do you want to touch me again and give me one of those orgasms?" "Oh yes," I said reaching up to gently stroke her. I leaned forward resting my face against her right thigh while reaching up to her sex with my left hand. The musky sweetness of her womanly scent was enthralling. I stroked her gently from the top of her mound where the valley began to the soft spot centered just underneath, between her legs. She was already wet as I lovingly and patiently began to touch her. She immediately began to breathe more quickly. "Oh Michael that feels so good," she said softly. She moaned loudly as I began to stimulate her clitoris directly. I was again concentrating on giving her an orgasm. I could feel it coming on, slowly emerging. Whenever my finger moved over her sensitive spot she breathed in quickly, almost gasping. I began to stroke her harder and faster as the intensity of her arousal increased. I could see that her sex was becoming swollen and covered in the slickness of her moisture. "I can feel your warm breath on me, each time you rub me," I heard her whisper. "I feel like I'm in heaven. I want to feel your mouth on me. Please kiss me there?" A thrill went through me as I heard her words. I had not implanted that desire in her. This was new and exciting, but I wasn't sure what to do. She laid down on the couch and spread her legs for me. I did my best to get a sense of what she expected. I brought my mouth down upon her and tentatively tasted her. It was the first time I ever had the privilege of tasting a woman. It was a strange, but pleasant taste. She gently moaned as I explored the outer folds of her sex with my tongue. As I became more comfortable, I focused on the task at hand. I massaged her clitoris with my stiffened tongue. I heard her begin to moan louder while gyrating her hips while at the same time. I could feel her orgasm was about to erupt. I kept her on the precipice of orgasm as long as I could, but it was like holding back a raging flood with a few sandbags. She exploded in pleasure and I made it as intense as I could. Her sex went into convulsions and her body thrashed wildly in extreme pleasure. She smelled and tasted delicious as her secretions seemed to pour out of her while continued to lick and tease her. She was a sight to see, covered in a sheen of sweat while grabbing fiercely onto the fabric on the couch writhing around and practically screaming in pleasure. I kept her from getting too sensitive, and made her climax last for several minutes until it began to overwhelm her. I didn't know much about cunnilingus, but with my ability to sense and change her sensations and feelings, I suppose I made it work. "Michael! My God! What did you do to me?" she said a few minutes later. "I never could have imagined feeling like that before. You're an incredible lover." I was on top of the world when I heard her say those words. I loved making her cum, but I was hungry for my own release. In reckless abandon, I pulled my clothes off. I wanted to take her right there, but the idea of losing my virginity, and hers too, right then was too much. Instead, I began to stroke myself directly in front of her. I never thought I could this in front of another person, let alone Elizabeth, but I was so out of control with lust that I didn't care at that point. I saw her sit up to watch me. I was surprised how intrigued she felt by the sight of me masturbating. I stroked myself as fast as I could and within a few moments I came in several long spurts that landed on her stomach, chest, and one glob in her hair. After I was done, she pulled me to her and held me tightly in her arms while we recovered from our exertions. "Wow," she said. "Did I help you cum like that? Without even touching you?" "Yeah, you did" I replied. "You just looked so good that I couldn't control myself." "From kissing me between my legs?" "That and watching you dance around naked," I said. "Really?" she said smiling. "You know, it really turned me on, you cumming on me like that." "It did huh?" "You don't think I'm a slut do you?" "No, but . . . " "But what?" "Well, I kind of like you like that." "You do," she replied smiling again. I could feel her mind wrapping around the concept that a guy thinking that being a slut was a good thing. It went against everything she had thought before. I waited patiently as she continued to think about it. It was absolutely fascinating to sense her changing a part of her view about how the world worked. Suddenly, I felt her fill with a sense for freedom that she could be who she wanted to be, and what other people thought didn't matter when she was with me. "Can I be your little slut?" she said. " I'll do anything you want." I hadn't even influenced her to say that. I was euphoric. I looked at her as she rolled out from under me and began rubbing my cum into her breasts. "This makes me feel really naughty," she said. "But special because it's from you." I felt myself begin to harden as she took a big glob of my cum out of her navel and put it into her mouth. I pushed her to like the taste. "I've never done that before," she said giggling. "I could eat you alive," she continued, and then pushed me down onto the couch. This girl, who until few weeks ago I saw as a geeky, average looking friend from school, had suddenly become the sexiest woman I ever imagine. The way she talked, her confidence, and the way she was so open about her sexual feelings made me want her even more. She took my half-erect penis in her hand and began to stroke it gently. I got fully hard quickly. "Do you think you can cum again?" she asked. I gasped as I suddenly felt the warm, sweet wetness of her mouth around my manhood. "Oh God Elizabeth!" I watched her lips slide up and down the shaft of my penis. I had never imagined feeling anything so good in my life. I could feel her tongue dancing on the underside, and around the sensitive tip. "I'm going to cum." All she did was look up at me with her big eyes, while I was lodged deep in her mouth, and gave me a wink. I let myself go as she continued sliding her mouth up and down my engorged cock. I shot several loads into her throat and she swallowed all of it. "That was nice," she said smiling. I kissed her deeply, tasting the saltiness of my fluid that she had swallowed. We laid there, naked, in each other's arms, until we heard the dreaded sounded of her mom's car pull into the driveway. Hidden Talent Ch. 03 My Hidden Talent: Reaching Elizabeth Part 3 - Losing Virginity Elizabeth was laid out before me on the dining room table wearing nothing at all. Her legs are spread out wide while I lick, stroke, and caress her gorgeous sex. I've kept her on the brink of orgasm like this for almost an hour. "Turn over," I tell here. She turns around and kneels on the table with her ass was high up in the air. While she crouches on the tabletop I sit in a chair and continue to kiss, lick, and nibble at her between her thighs. My tongue explores every part of her nether regions. I'm really getting into it, as is she. I find myself spreading the cheeks of her ass open and licking her puckered rose bud. I'm surprised at how pleasurable she finds this. I continue giving her a heavy-duty rim job. She's been on the brink for so long I could sense she was beginning to feel fatigued. I finally let her go while my tongue is glued to her clitoris. She explodes into a violent orgasm. She's moving around so much that I can't keep my tongue on her. Instead, I stimulate her mentally. She clutches the table shaking and convulsing in mind-blowing pleasure. When I feel on the edge of losing consciousness, I slowly calm her down. A few minutes later Elizabeth is lying face down on the table exhausted. She looks like a goddess, covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. I can see the muscles in her back flex as she breathes. I caress her body while she enjoys her state of post-orgasm euphoria. "You should get dressed," I tell her a few minutes later. "Your mom will be coming home soon." "Just five more minutes," she whispers. An hour or so later we're sitting in the living room watching television. Elizabeth's mother, Jane, had come home and is hanging out with us. It's Friday night and she had gone out to a reception for her work. This had become our routine. Elizabeth and I would get each other off, usually orally, until her mother came home. Spending so much time with Elizabeth had forced me to spend more time with her mother. Elizabeth's mother and father had gotten divorced years before, and I had never met her father. I had become worried about Jane not too long before when I began to sense that her concern that Elizabeth and I maybe spent too much time together. She knew Elizabeth and I were dating, but Elizabeth didn't tell her much, and so Jane didn't know how much of an item we were. I had spent the past couple of weeks easing Jane's concerns. It was difficult at first, learning to influence someone else, but the more familiar I became with Jane's thoughts, the easier it was for me to ease her worries about Elizabeth and I. I know for a fact that Jane would not normally let a guy stay in the house with her daughter while she was out. I had pushed the idea in Jane that I was completely trustworthy, allowing me more access to Elizabeth. "Goodnight you two," Jane said as she got up and left to go her room. "Don't stay up too late." "Okay mom," Elizabeth said. "Goodnight Mrs. Smith," I told her. "It's your turn now," Elizabeth said after her mother was out of earshot. Elizabeth was perpetually horny, so it didn't surprise me that she wanted more. She pulled off my shirt and began kissing my chest. She worked her way down unzipping my pants, and pulling them off. Then she laid me back on the couch and slowly stroked my prominent erection. "God you get me so hot," she said breathlessly as she stood up. She pulled down her jeans and then took off her top so that she was only wearing her panties. I could feel the lustful desires pulsing through her body, which only made me more excited. Of course, even if I couldn't read her thoughts, the dark transparent wet spot at the center of her panties gave her away. "Do you want me?" she asked as I stared up at her. "Yes," I whispered knowing what she meant. She pulls off her panties and climbs up on top of me. My hands roam the flesh of her backside as her face comes down to meet mine. I feel her lips against my own and our tongues play together, tasting each other's mouths, while I feel her warm, soft flesh against mine. I can feel her love for me swelling deep in her heart. I'm surprised at the intensity of her feelings and feel slightly guilty that my feelings don't quite match hers. I care deeply for Elizabeth and maybe even love her, but her feelings are much more deeper and intense than mine, and without any doubts whatsoever. As we continue to kiss I feel one of her hands gently drift down and touch my manhood, gently caressing it. "Are you sure?" she asks me. "Yes," I answer breathlessly feeling my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you?" I asked knowing the answer. "Yes, Michael, I am," she says. "I love you more than I could have ever imagined. I can't think of anything I want more than for us to become a man and a woman together. I love you." "I love you too," I say to her, suddenly more sure of my feelings in that moment. "Oh God!" she moans. "I want you so bad. I've waited for so long." I hold her face in the palms of my hands and kiss her passionately. I can feel her wet sex up against my erection. "It's so big," she grunts as she grabs onto my penis and guides the tip to her entrance. I can feel a great deal of pressure as she pushes her hips down, and then I begin to feel myself slipping inside of her. The feeling is exquisite, but I can also feel the dull pain of her tightness being stretched apart. I pull her close to me, kiss her lips, and gently rub her back as she gets used to the feeling of me inside of her. She moans gently as the pain subsides and a new intense feeling emerges. I feel her weight continue to press down, finally engulfing all of me. My own sensations are mixed with hers. It's almost overwhelming. Not only do I feel her smooth wet flesh surrounding my cock, but I can also feel her own sensation of being so full and the intense feeling of being penetrated. Nothing else existed at the moment except for us making love to each other. "God, I feel so alive," she says breathlessly after she breaks off our kiss. She sits back and we both look down see myself completely sheathed inside of her. I just watch her while she sits there getting used to the fullness of me being inside her. She looks absolutely stunning. She puts her hands on my chest and I grab onto her hips when she begins to move them back and forth. I slowly slide in and out of her as she continues to move her hips. The feeling is beyond words. Elizabeth increases the pace and I can feel her walls gripping my cock. I'm lying back enjoying the sensation and intense pleasure of her warm sex around my erection. We make eye contact and she is staring deeply into my eyes while she moves herself up and down in my lap. I feel as if we are one. I'm feeling what she is feeling, and I'm projecting what I feel onto her. I move my hips in rhythm with hers as we both become one with each other. Our movements become effortless with her increased wetness, and her sex getting used to accommodating me inside of her. With my hand still holding onto her hips, I watch as she reaches down and begins massaging her clit. I can feel my own orgasm coming on in unison with hers. I begin convulsing in pleasure just as she starts to scream in the middle of her climax. We grab onto each other, holding each other closely, as I pump my fluid deep inside of her. After we're done, she collapses onto me, sweaty and exhausted. I feel her lips upon mine once again, and we kiss deeply while I rub her glistening back. I can feel the warm moisture of her body against mine. Before too long, I slip inside of her again. The rest of the night is spent falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up to make love, and falling asleep again. Throughout the whole time we stay connected as one. I finally leave as the sun begins to come up. Hidden Talent Ch. 04 "I don't think we'll be alone this afternoon," Elizabeth said to me as we walked home from school. "Paige talked to me at lunch; I'm supposed to tutor her again." I could sense Elizabeth's slight disappointment that Paige would be waiting at Elizabeth's door when we got there, and we wouldn't be alone together. However, I was full of anticipation and I pushed that feeling onto Elizabeth. Just about every afternoon, I went to Elizabeth's and had sex with her before her mother got home. Most of the time I didn't have to influence Elizabeth, but there were a few times here and there when she hadn't in the mood. We both continued to do well in school in spite of the amount of time we spent in our sex play. We acknowledged each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, which I liked. We went out on dates, which was easier now that we had our driver's licenses. I gave her flowers, cards, and candy periodically. We even spent time together without sex every once in a great while. However, when we did play, whether it was in her room after school or out on a date Elizabeth always seemed to want to go farther than we had before. I loved it and was addicted to her exhibitionist nature. She often wore no bra or panties when we went out and liked to strip down to nothing as I drove her around in my car. I loved gazing upon the beautiful curves on her body from her cute little feet, to her shaved pussy, to her dark pointy nipples, all the way up to her face. I loved the way she was completely open about her body even though I could still sense the she didn't think she was the sex goddess I thought she was. She figured she had to look like some ballooned titted playmate. Both Elizabeth's and Paige's mothers were good friends and had arranged for Elizabeth to tutor Paige in math. Of course, Elizabeth would be paid. Paige had been struggling in math and so, about two days a week, Paige would come over to Elizabeth's after school to be tutored. At first I left the two girls alone, but at Elizabeth's insistence I started joining them. I would work on my homework while Elizabeth tutored Paige, and sometimes Elizabeth and I would get in a quickie after Paige left and before her mother got home. Paige was a cheerleader and one of the more popular girls in school. She was an all-American looking blond with blue eyes and freckled skin. She was shorter than Elizabeth, about 5'3" and more filled out. Paige had a more voluptuous figure with wider hips and larger breasts. Elizabeth was a very attractive girl, but I still found Elizabeth sexier even if most other people didn't. However, I really wanted Paige, and, even more, I wanted to see Elizabeth with Paige. I set myself on a mission to make it happen. As I got to spend more time in Paige's presence, I started probing into her mind. Paige acted like a good natured, nice girl, and she wasn't faking it. Paige wasn't your typical stuck-up type cheerleader. I was astonished when I realized she was a virgin. She wasn't that bad in math either even though she thought she was. It took a great deal of effort, but I was finally able to eliminate the idea that Paige couldn't do math from her thoughts. This along with forcing her to relax when she got frustrated really seemed to help her math skills. Paige had done really well on her last exam and it made the tutoring sessions that much more pleasant. As we approached Elizabeth's house we saw Paige sitting on the front porch. It was Friday and there was a football game that night, so Paige had on her cheerleading outfit. As we walked up to Elizabeth's front door, Paige stood up and I took in her beautiful full lips painted with a rust colored lipstick, round luscious breasts, and squeezable plump ass. "Hi guys," she said. "How's it going?" "Fine," Elizabeth answered. "Big game tonight?" "Yeah," Paige answered giving a shrug. I could sense that Paige wasn't really thinking about the game, her mind was on Elizabeth and me. She seemed to enjoy hanging with us and I got the impression she felt really comfortable around us. This was an opening for me, so I took it. I gently started to make Paige feel aroused. I had to be careful, since the more aroused she became, the more I sensed her growing confusion about her feelings. I could also sense Elizabeth's mood. My influence was having a good effect on her. She was very aroused and wound up with sexual tension although it was mostly unfocused. "I don't have much to work on," Paige said. "I...I was hoping we could just hang out for a while. Would you mind?" "Not at all Paige," Elizabeth said. "Do you mind Michael?" "Heck no!" I said enthusiastically. Once we were inside things got kind of awkward. I had pushed both Elizabeth and Paige to be excited and full of anticipation, but I hadn't thought out how things would go after that. I knew influencing Paige to participate in what I wanted would be difficult. She hadn't a strong sex drive until I started influencing her, and she was confused and unsure what these suddenly strong feelings meant or what she could do about them. It would be hard enough just to get her to have regular one-on-one sex, and trying to get her to participate in a two-girl threesome might be too much to accomplish with my mind influencing skills. Although, I could influence both women's feelings and desires I couldn't make them do anything they didn't really want to do. I had to gently push and prod their thoughts slowly over a long period of time. I couldn't just will them to take off their clothes and go at it. "Too bad the weather's so bad," I said. It was dark and cloudy with light drizzle coming down. "I would have loved to go swimming." Both girls looked at me kind of odd at the suggestion of swimming. "What about your hot tub, Elizabeth?" I asked. "After a long week of school that sure would be relaxing." I felt like I couldn't make a totally blatant suggestion like, "Let's take off our clothes and crawl into bed together." I tried a more neutral suggestion and hoped somehow the girls would catch on. I was doing things on the fly and made a mental note to think things through more carefully next time. I sensed Elizabeth's mind going through the logistics of warming up the hot tub, and what it would be like with all three of us in it. I immediately flooded Elizabeth's mind full of feelings of pleasure and arousal as she imagined us in the hot tub. "I'll heat up the water," Elizabeth said and left. "I don't know about this," Paige said. "I don't have a swimsuit with me." "Maybe you could borrow one of Elizabeth's," I suggested. "I don't think I would fit," Paige said. "She's so skinny. Even if it did fit me, I have a game tonight and don't want to mess up my make-up or hair." "Maybe we could go without, swimsuits that is." Paige looked at me, shocked. I immediately calmed her down and eased her anxiety. I knew I was pushing her limits and thought I might have pushed her too far. I also made her forget about ruining her make-up and hair in the water. I input onto Paige an image of all of us in the hot tub with the same feelings of pleasure and arousal I had input into Elizabeth, but also a sense of companionship. I suddenly realized that Paige was really lonely. I should have recognized it a long time ago, but since I had been hanging out with Elizabeth, I hadn't felt that way at all. It just wasn't on my radar screen. I had been working on Paige's attraction toward me and Elizabeth for a long time, but it had been our friendship that Paige really desired and that she felt she could be herself around us. It had been difficult because she hadn't been that attracted to me and not attracted women in the least. I really started to focus the bond we would form if we were all naked in the tub together. I also began to put the idea into her that she could explore her new sexual feelings in a safe way with friends who care about her and who she could trust. I really played up the trust idea in Paige's mind. This seemed to have the best effect. Interestingly, she seemed to think that nothing would happen except us just getting naked in the hot tub. This also seem to make the idea much more acceptable in her mind. After that, I was surprised how quickly she began to warm to the idea of getting in the hot tub naked with Elizabeth and me. I also kept pushing Paige's arousal along until Elizabeth returned, which also helped sway her decision. "The water should be warm enough in about 20 minutes or so," Elizabeth announced as she walked back in the room. When I sensed Elizabeth thinking about the swimsuit situation I began morphing her thoughts. "I think we should go naked," Elizabeth said suddenly. "We were just talking about that," Paige said. "I'm up for it." "How about you Michael?" Elizabeth asked me. "Yeah!" was all I said. I couldn't have hoped for more. Now the thought of getting in the tub naked was their idea. "Then lets get out of these dreadful clothes," Elizabeth said. Immediately Elizabeth began pulling down her jeans. Paige and I followed her lead. I suddenly found myself naked along with these two gorgeous women. I was beside myself. I felt like a sultan surrounded by this sexy array of beauty and naked flesh. I figured I had died and gone to heaven. I tried to read each of them. Elizabeth was aroused and ready for whatever was going to happen. She could tell that I was pleased, and that seemed to satisfy her. She was a little jealous, so I suppressed that feeling and increased her desire for Paige. I couldn't push things too much further with Elizabeth, but she was where I wanted her to be. Paige, on the other hand, was nervous, scared and self-conscious. Her arousal had diminished quite a bit since we had removed our clothes. I increased her level of arousal, pushing as hard as I could, at the same time I made her feel more relaxed and like she was really bonding with us. Furthermore, I tried to increase her exhibitionist tendencies and pride in her body as much as I could. Paige was beautiful, but she didn't think she was. I was trying to undo that perception, but it was slow going and not something that would happen in a few minutes. "Well, shall we?" Elizabeth said and started heading toward the backyard. I pushed Paige to follow Elizabeth and I followed the two girls from behind. My eyes were glued to Paige's pale white ass bouncing as she walked. Once covered by the water Paige felt more comfortable. We just kind of sat there for awhile enjoying the sensations of the warm water moving over our naked bodies. As Paige became a little more relaxed it became easier to increase her level of arousal. Paige seemed to coming around until Elizabeth jumped in my lap and started kissing me. "Um...should I go?" Paige said. "You two look like you want to be alone." "No, don't go," Elizabeth said. I made her want Paige to stay. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "That's okay," Paige said. "I just don't want to get in the way." "You're not in the way at all," Elizabeth said giggling. "I know Michael doesn't want you to go." "Elizabeth!" I said. "What do you mean?" Paige asked looking back and forth between us. "I think Michael has the hots for you," Elizabeth said. "But aren't you two going out?" Paige said. "Yeah," Elizabeth said. "But I wouldn't mind. I like you too Paige." I saw Paige's eyes get wide as she began to understand the implication of Elizabeth's words. My influence on Elizabeth had suddenly reached new levels. She had felt exactly like I wanted her to feel. I didn't even have to coax her into saying those words to Paige, those were Elizabeth's own doing. Paige on the other was about to bolt from the tub, get dressed, and run home. I hadn't considered that Elizabeth would push Paige over the edge. I concentrated as hard as I could trying to get Paige used to the idea of being with me. I had to back off a little, almost losing myself in Paige's mind. I attacked her strong inhibitions first, then tried my best to increase her attraction toward me, and I also continued increasing her feelings of sexual arousal. Even better, I managed to induce a state of mild euphoria. She kept resisting, feeling it wasn't proper, but eventually I could feel her give in to the desires I was inducing into her. When I finally thought Paige might go for it, I pushed Elizabeth to approach Paige. I couldn't afford to be distracted at that moment, so I figured I could just watch Paige and Elizabeth at first. Paige saw her approach and felt Elizabeth's hands on her shoulders. Paige tried to back up and escape Elizabeth, but in her attempt to elude Elizabeth, Paige backed into me. I felt her delightful bottom press against my erect penis. When she felt it against her I sent a sharp impulse of pleasure through. It was almost as powerful as an orgasm. She didn't move unsure of what had happened. I pounced on her confusion by inputting the idea that the cause of her pleasure stemmed from being next to my naked body in the warm water. I reached around her and cupped her healthy sized breasts in my hands, making her nipples rigid as I rolled them between my fingers sending tiny jolts of concentrated pleasure through Paige's body. Elizabeth's hands joined mine on Paige's body. I could sense feelings of excitement and revulsion swirling in Paige's mind. She had never thought about being with a woman before. Her conservative leanings, thinking lesbians as sick and perverted, were powerful. I couldn't fight them head on, so I kept heightening her feelings of sexual arousal as euphoria. "Come on Paige," I heard Elizabeth say. "Michael and I want to make-love to you." "Noooo!" Paige moaned. "Please don't. I can't." "Why not?" Elizabeth whispered. "I just can't," Paige said. "It...it isn't right." I pushed Elizabeth on as I held Paige. I knew Paige was really turned on, but she was strong. I pushed Elizabeth's feelings of love and friendship for Paige and she kept touching her. Paige could sense Elizabeth's feelings I think by the expression on her face. After enough time I had Elizabeth reach down between Paige's legs and began caressing the folds on her sex. I enhanced Paige's sensations of Elizabeth's touch between her legs and my touch on her breasts while suppressing her sense of doing something immoral as best I could. "Why can't you Paige?" Elizabeth asked. "I can tell you like what we're doing to you. Just relax and let us love you." "Elizabeth's hands kept working between Paige's legs. I could feel her trembling in my arms. The battle for Paige's desires was at it's peak, but I could sense her resistence was beginning to wear down. "Oh, God!" Paige moaned. "Please don't do this! It's...it's so wrong!" "It feels good, doesn't it, Paige?" Elizabeth whispered. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, it does," Paige moaned. She was beginning to realize that she was going to give in to temptation to stop this horrible, yet wonderful thing she was being drawn into. "Is showing our love for you so wrong?" Elizabeth said and then kissed Paige. Paige didn't answer returning Elizabth's kiss. "You want to go someplace more comfortable Paige?" Elizabeth asked. "This would be a lot more fun if we were doing this in my bedroom, wouldn't it?" "Yesss!" Paige moaned as she ground her ass into my cock. We quickly got out of the hot tup, rapidly drying ourselves off, and walked upstairs to Elizabeth's bedroom. As we made our way upstairs I kept Paige so turned on that she could barely think. When we got into the bedroom, Elizabeth took Paige's hand and pulled her toward the bed. The two women fell onto the sheets and rolled into each other's arms. Their lips met and their hands began moving over their bodies. I stood in the doorway watching. I had won the battle for now, but I could feel Paige still resisting, just a little. She mostly felt resigned to giving into her desires, but I least I was putting off her guilt until later. I continued to watch the two women make love at the same time making Paige more confortable with the experience. Watching them together was the most erotic sight of my young life so far. Elizabeth pressed Paige onto her back and planted kisses all along Paige's ripe flesh. The slender brunette indulged in Paige's protuberant nipples, then suckling them, and bringing gasps of pleasure from the quivering blonde. Then Elizabeth accorded Paige's other breast the same treatment. Paige's body moved sinuously as Elizabeth contintued to explore it with her hands and mouth. Elizabeth was beyond herself, intoxicated by the idea of being with a women and being able to share the experience with me. Eventually Elizabeth moved between Paige's outspread legs and planted her lips on Paige's engorged sex. Paige's body jolted and she moaned loudly as Elizabeth's tongue explored the folds of the other woman's vagina. "Oh God! That feels so good!" Paige moaned loudly when Elizabeth found her clitoris. I could sense that Paige was astonished that another woman could make her feel so fabulous. She began to care less and less that is was a woman who was making her feel that wonderful. I was getting increasingly turned on and tiring of being a spectator. I climbed on the bed behind Elizabeth who was still going down on Paige. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled them up. Then I put the tip of my cock at Elizabeth's entrance, then rammed it into her. "Oh, God! Oh, Goddddd! I think...Oh God!" I heard Paige moan loudly. "Oh God! I think I'm gonna orgasm!...Oh God!" I could feel that Elizabeth was on the edge of climaxing too. I concentrated on my own orgasm while projecting my feeling onto each of the girls. Then I groaned loudly, adding my cries of ecstasy to Paige's. I exploded in Elizabeth, whose lithe body was convulsing as wildly as Paige's, and we all came at the same time. The compounding of all our orgasms was overwhelming. However, I was able keep up the intense pleasure for a few minutes. Afterward we all collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed. I laid on the bed with each gorgeous woman on each side of me basking in the afterglow. I could feel the heat of their feminine forms as they pressed their bodies against me. Paige was a still a little freaked out by the experience. Mostly she felt guilty, so I filled her with feelings of peace and contentment. She was mentally exhausted so it was much easier for me to influence her. After a half an hour or so of laying there I was ready to go at it again. I began filling both Elizabeth and Paige with an overwhelming desire to pleasure me. Paige was becoming much easier to influence with her mental exhaustion. A few minutes later I felt four hands softly caressing my thighs, my balls, and my cock. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. The touch of their hands was like an electric shock starting from my penis and then coursing through my whole body. My hard cock pulsated in hungry anticipation. I closed my eyes and felt their breasts move along up and down my body. I loved the sensation. The feeling of their hardened nipples against my skin suddenly disappeared only to be replaced by the feeling of two mouths licking and kissing my body all over. For whatever reason, this was reinforcing the bond Paige had for us. It made her feel much more comfortable. I intensified that feeling inside her. I quivered in pleasure as their mouths found my rock hard shaft. I moaned in pleasure as they took turns kissing and licking the swollen head of my cock. They brought me to brink, holding me there in exquisite torment. I looked down to see first Elizabeth, then Paige swallow my rod. Paige kept sucking me, her head bobbing up and down, while Elizabeth caressed and licked my balls. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum," I said moaning. Paige responded by sucking even harder, her implanted desire to please was strong. She swallowed me again and again until my body convulsed and my cock sent my hot cum pouring her willing mouth. Hidden Talent Ch. 04 Elizabeth screamed and giggled when Paige couldn't take anymore and took her mouth off of me and I sent great spurts of thick, white cum shooting onto Paige's face, chest, and stomach. Elizabeth rubbed the sticky liquid in the skin of Paige's breasts. Then Elizabeth put her mouth to Paige's and began to lick my cum from her face and lips. Elizabeth kept going, licking my cum off all of Paige's body. I just laid there, regaining my strength, as the two of them kissed and fondled each other, licking each other's breast, and touching each between their legs. I was still push the bonding feeling in Paige. Even after my intense orgasm, the scene was so incredibly erotic, my cock remained mostly erect. I really wanted to fuck Paige before Elizabeth's mother got home and so I began implanting the desire for Paige to fuck me in her mind. Furthermore, I implanted into Elizabeth the desire to watch us. "Do you want him to make you a woman?" Elizabeth whispered into Paige's ear as her hand caressed Paige's wet sex. "Yes," Paige said. "Then do it," Elizabeth said as she now began stroking my cock into a resurgent erection. "I want to watch." Any inhibitions or reluctance on Paige's part were now gone. She was filled with lust and the longing to bond with us and wouldn't let her want to remain a virgin until she was married interfere with her desires. She was still a little nervous and unsure of what to do. I motioned for Paige to straddle me. She pressed her sex against my cock and began to rub herself against me. We were both getting off on the feeling. Once I was fully erect she poised the opening of her wet pussy over my waiting cock. Slowly she lowered herself down. I watched as my cock disappear inside her. The feeling was almost overwhelming and I pushed that feeling into Paige's mind and suppressed any discomfort she felt. She moaned in pleasure and then began moving her hips back and forth, forcing me to move in and out of her. Elizabeth got behind Paige, wrapped her arms around her, and began massaging Paige's clit as she continued to fuck me nice and slow. My hands were on Paige's breasts gently pulling and tugging on her hardened nipples. Paige was in pure ecstasy. I could feel her thighs quivering and her sex convulsing as orgasm after orgasm swept through her. I bucked my hips upward driving my cock deep into Paige's eager pussy which kept sending over the edge. Paige was moaning loudly and her body covered in a sheen of sweat as she lost herself in deep, intense, pleasure. The room was filled with the wet, erotic sounds of our fucking. The rich heady scent of sex filled the air as my cock kept moving in and out of Paige's pussy at a more frenzied pace. Soon we were out of control as we moved faster and faster. I was pounding her without mercy. Our passion and lust was at a fever pitch as we fucked. It seemed as if the shaft of my cock was growing as I became more excited. Then, in one final thrust, my load of semen burst from my pistoning cock. Again, I projected the sensations of my climax onto both Elizabeth and Paige. They felt what I felt as I came inside Paige's eager pussy. I heard them both moan loudly as I did. I could feel Paige trembling wildly above me and the convulsing between her legs. My cock pulled out of Paige, from her thrashing about, still pouring cum from the throbbing head. I sent spurts of hot cum splashing all over Paige and myself. With our bodies soaked in sweat and cum, we collaspsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. We laid there, recovering, for almost an hour, before we heard Elizabeth's mother pull up. Paige realized she would have to hurry if she was going to make it to the football game on time. She had to be there early since she was a cheerleader. Elizabeth helped with her hair and make-up, then quickly left. We agreed that we'd get together again soon.