3 comments/ 120941 views/ 12 favorites Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. It all started when I was running late and decided to grab a cup of coffee at Starbucks before heading off to my lecture. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Freddie. I have a Ph.D. in microbiology and I'm a microbiologist. I travel the world giving lectures on how the microbe started human life. Yes, as unbelievable as it sounds, people pay me a lot of money to hear me talk about things that we cannot see without the aid of a microscope. "Hey, you should see my slide show. And I'm not talking about dirty pictures." I'm married to a beautiful woman, Gabriella, a runner up to the Miss Universe contest, so many years ago, who had a brief modeling career before she became an Olympic athlete in downhill skiing. We have two beautiful blonde and blue-eyed, well behaved children and a dog, a Border Collie, named Buster. My wife, also a Ph.D., but in Astrophysics, is a great cook, having won the Betty Crocker cook-off when she was only 17-years-old. Only, don't ever get her started talking about atoms, protons, electrons, and neutrons. She'll talk your ear off. Life couldn't be any better, until a couple months ago when I had to make that one extra stop at Starbucks for a double mocha latte. Damn! Well, fortunately, coffee is my only vice. Anyway, there she was a woman wheeling a baby carriage with twins on board. She had been delayed by the crowd with her carriage and found herself crossing against the light and in the middle of the street. Those crossing walk lights don't give people enough time to safely get across. From out of nowhere, a speeding car headed straight for her and her babies. She had no chance. Having run the 100 yard dash in under 10 seconds, when in my prime, I turned down a contract with the New England Patriots as a punt returner to continue my studies at MIT and later Harvard Medical School, I knew that I had a chance to save them. I didn't think twice, I just ran as fast as I could, reached her, and pushed her and her babies out of harm's way. That was the last thing that I remember, until I woke up in the hospital after being in a coma for 10 days. I guess age has taken away some of my speed. Oh, well... Fortunately, for the writers' strike in Hollywood, I was lucky. You see, normally Doctor House would be shooting his television show, yes, of course, he is a real doctor. The only thing phony about him is his limp. Anyway, Doctor House was visiting Boston practicing his character by yelling at and mistreating sick children at Children's Hospital. He heard about my case and took me on as his special patient, at least, until the writers' strike is over. Nonetheless, after examining me, there was little that he could do, other than to save my life, which I am abundantly grateful to him for that miracle of having more time on Earth with my family. They thought, at the very least, that I would be a vegetable. On the downside, I am paralyzed from the neck down. Yet, my mind still functions, only, oddly enough, better than ever. Somehow, the blow to my head, when it bounced off the pavement, engaged super electrical, magnetic, and chemical activity from the rest of my brain, which usually is dormant in most people. All of my brain waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, and Delta were supercharged into action. My brain is alive with extra activity. Now, as an aside, and for your information, incase you were wondering, just because my cock no longer receives impulses from my brain to stiffen, doesn't mean that I cannot have an orgasm. Ah, you say, how is that possible? I have a brain orgasm, which is much more powerful than what it feels like to cum. Certainly, the act of cumming is more cerebral than it is physical, but a brain orgasm is a wondrous thing to experience. Matter of fact, I am the only person in the world who can have a pure brain orgasm. Think of it as really safe sex with no exchange of fluids. Unbelievable as it sounds, most people use less than 10% of their brains and it has been proven conclusively that dyed blondes, such as, for example, Paris Hilton, Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy and Pink, who is really not blonde, use even less than that, about 1%. It is an unproven theory that there is a direct link to the detrimental effects of hair dye and decreased brain function. On the other hand, natural blondes, such as are my wife and children, use the same amount as their brain as the rest of us. Another words, they are normal. When they say that blondes have more fun, bleach blondes just don't know any better. Conclusive proof by MRI and Pet Scans has shown that my brain uses about 2 ½ times the activity than that of an average person or about 25% of its capacity. Feeling the way that I do and knowing the things that I now do, I cannot imagine having 50% brain capacity. Geez, I'd be a super being. Although, there is no explanation, doctors believe that part of the reason why my brain is so active is because it is compensating for the loss of the rest of my body function, much like a sightless person senses of hearing, touch, and smell are more enhanced than people who can see. Okay, I don't want you people to get the wrong impression of me that, suddenly, I have been transformed into a superhero, but I did save that woman and her children and I do have the ability to levitate light objects, to open and close windows and doors, turn switches on and off, and to psychically read minds and transfer my thoughts to those who are receptive to it. There is so much that we do not know about the human brain and so much that I am still learning about the things that I can do now that my brain is so enlivened. I guess the biggest thing is, I feel so enlightened. I mean, I am wicked smart. Go ahead and ask me a question, anything. Sorry, I didn't mean to show off and make you feel stupid. I am just so excited that this has happened. It balances out the fact that I am paralyzed. Let's see, unable to walk and wipe my ass or having a big brain, which would I chose? Well, I know that most of you would rather have use of your arms and legs, but for me, now that I have experienced what it is like to have normal motor function and to have a big brain, I'd rather have the big brain. I'd rather have the ability to contemplate the universe. Now, I truly know what it is all about. Yet, this story is not about my accident, it is about what happened to my wife and her sister after my accident. I only needed to give you the necessary background of what happened to me to give you a clearer picture of the progression of the story. You see, my best friend, Wade, has always lusted over my beautiful wife, Gabriella and her equally as beautiful, educated, and talented twin sister, Victoria. I know quite a bit about Victoria, as I started out dating her before I fell in love with her sister, but that is another story for another time. Wade thinks that with me paralyzed and out of the picture that he can waltz in and take away my wife. Little does he know...little does he know. Boy, that's says it all, doesn't it? He has no idea who he is dealing with, now, and the powers that I possess. To be continued... Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 02 Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. Yet, this story is not about my accident, it is about what happened to my wife and her sister after my accident at the hands of my so called, best friend, Wade. I only needed to give you the necessary background of what happened to me to give you a clearer picture of the progression of the story for you to feel the travesty of what happened to them. You see, my best friend, Wade, has always lusted over my beautiful wife, Gabriella and her equally as beautiful, educated, and talented twin sister, Victoria. I know quite a bit about Victoria, as I started out dating her before I fell in love with her sister, but that is another story for another time. Wade is a big, physical and terminally horny guy. He was on my college football team, as a lineman, my first year at Boston College, before I got serious with my studies and applied and was accepted at MIT. Later, I did all my graduate work at Harvard. He stands about 6'5", weighs in about 260 pounds, and has a cock as big as he is. Every time we entertained Wade and whatever new bimbo he was with, he was only there to make a pass at Gabriella. He never missed a chance to get her alone in the kitchen for a stolen kiss or a quick feel. It was all so innocent enough. I mean, we all had been drinking and this is what people who live in the suburbs do to keep the marital sex alive with some hot pillow talk later about how Wade put her hand on his cock or how he felt her tit or ass. Besides, Gabriella admitted that she enjoyed the attention, assuring me that was as far as it would go and that she had no interest in Wade as a lover. Only, Wade believes otherwise. Because he was able to get to first base and, probably, second base, something that Gabriella did not tell me about, no doubt, he believes that Gabriella has the hots for him. Now, Wade thinks that with me paralyzed and out of the picture that he can waltz in and take away my wife. Little does he know...little does he know. Boy, that's says it all, doesn't it? He has no idea who he is dealing with, now, and the powers that I possess. Now, even Dr. House does not know the extent of my psychic powers. I hesitate at calling them superpowers, but when compared to the intellectual ability of others, I am in a league of one. You see, Dr. House is of the opinion that once I return home and become acclimated in my familiar surroundings and my body becomes accustomed to the loss of much of my physical function, my brain activity will return to normal. Little does he know that I am the new Lex Luther, Superman's nemesis, if the real Superman existed, which, of course, he does not. Only, I am not an evil person and maybe that Lex Luther analogy is not a good one to use. That may be the medication talking. I am Dr. Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter and a nice all around guy. I discovered in the hospital after awakening from my coma that I could do things with my mind. For me, women are so easy to control. Most men are a bit harder to psychically transfer thoughts. Perhaps, because most women are more sensitive, nurturing, and caring that their brains are receptive to receiving psychic thoughts. Whereas, men's minds are full with beer, road rage, football, and naked women and are not very receptive to receiving any other thoughts, unless it is the new model of pickup or SUV that they are lusting over. I had this cute nurse, Lisa, who cared for me in the intensive care. She worked the 7am -- 3pm shift and every day. It started out with me concentrating on objects that I could make fall to the floor so that she would have to stoop to pick them up rewarding me with an up skirt view of her panties. Never did she bend at the waist. Always, she would stoop down with her knees splayed and show me her daily panty of choice. Who knows, maybe she has a bad back. Nonetheless, it was innocent fun. Lisa is a cute woman, a bit heavy, but still plenty good enough to look at and lust over. From moving objects with my mind, I graduated to actually making my mind an extension of my fingers. I psychically concentrated on her uniform buttons. Lisa has big tits and I was horny, even though my cock was dead. So, concentrating on her buttons that hid away her tits from me was easy to do. Besides, I was bored and had nothing else to stare at; the room was so antiseptic white. It was when I imagined, finally, that her buttons were undone, that I was slowly and with great difficulty, able to unbutton her button with my mind. After a bit of practice, one button was easy; it was more difficult to unbutton the second one. Yet, I practiced, until I could unbutton three buttons in a session of a few seconds. There, before my eyes, as she leaned over me to fluff my pillow, I was presented with a down blouse or in her case, a down uniform look of her white, lacy bra and ample cleavage. Definitely, she was a full C cup, maybe even a D cup. Nonetheless, her tits were big, full, and round. And when she leaned into my body to adjust my position, she pressed those tits against my forehead and I could feel that they were firm. Man, if only I had the use of my hands or the ability to turn my head, I would have sucked her nipple through her big bra. I spent the next few days practicing my unbuttoning skills on Lisa. After a while, it was too easy to unbutton them. It was much harder to button them back and I gave up practicing that after having limited success. With some practice, I could unbutton her buttons from about 30 feet, about the range of a remote control, and through the glass of the ICU ward. It was fun to see more of her than she was willing to show, just as it was fun to watch the reaction of the other medical personnel to her partial undress. I had her showing off her bra and cleavage and panties to everyone on that floor, patients and staff. Poor Lisa, she had no idea what was happening. Now, zippers were a cinch and many of the medical staff in the hospital preferred zippers to buttons. Depending on the person, I could unzip a dress in one quick pull or one slow slide. Whichever the method, I was rewarded with a continual display of bras and panties. No one suspected a thing. How could they? I was paralyzed. Oh, baby. Poor Dr. House was always walking around with his fly down (lol). The fun part was when they had the youngest and prettiest nurse, Meghan, came in to give me a sponge bath. You're not going to believe what happened. To be continued... Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 03 Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. I spent the next few days practicing my unbuttoning skills on Lisa. After a while, it was too easy to unbutton them. It was much harder to button them back and I gave up practicing that after having limited success. I was afraid of being caught unbuttoning her uniform, but, then again, who would suspect me? With some practice, I could unbutton her buttons from about 30 feet, about the range of a remote control, and through the glass of the ICU ward. It was fun to see more of her than she was willing to show, just as it was fun to watch the reaction of the other medical personnel to her partial undress. I had her showing off her bra, cleavage, and panties to everyone on that floor, patients, visitors, and staff. Poor Lisa had no idea what was happening. Now, zippers were a cinch and many of the medical staff in the hospital preferred zippers to buttons. Depending on the person, I could unzip a dress in one quick pull or one slow slide. Whichever the method, I was rewarded with a continual display of bras and panties. No one suspected a thing. How could they? I was paralyzed. Oh, baby. Poor Dr. House was always walking around with his fly down (lol). The fun part was when they had the youngest and prettiest nurse, Meghan, come in my room to give me a sponge bath. She was so young and so pretty that she made me feel so old and so ugly. You're not going to believe what happened. Normally, most of my nurses were as wide as they were short, so to see this tall, shapely girl was a real treat. I imagine they figured with me being a paraplegic that she was safe from my roaming hands. They never suspected that my powerful mind was quickly becoming an extension of my hands, only much more dangerous. Fortunately for me, Meghan was a dyed blonde. At the time, I did not, yet, know about my theory. I found out later that dyed blondes are more receptive to my psychic influence over them. Something in the blonde hair dye allows me to control their minds more than redheads, brunettes, and women with black hair. I plan on writing a paper about that later, when I get out of this hospital, and publish my medical research paper in the Journal of the American Medical Association. She rolled the cart over with the wash cloth, sponge, soap, and towel. Sponge bath? I seriously only thought that sponge baths happened to babies or in porn movies. Obviously, it makes sense, as I have been here for a length of time, already. Even though I had no sensation down below, it was still exciting to watch her roll down the sheet and lift up my hospital issued gown. I watched as she stared at my limp cock. I wished that I had a raging erection, but if I did, she probably would have handed me the face cloth to wash myself and left the room to give me privacy. Instead of stripping me naked, the nurses washed parts of my body in pieces at a time for fear that I would catch a chill. I was surprised that she wasn't wearing gloves. Directing all my psychic powers, I concentrated on her hand. I wanted her to lift up my cock with her fingers, which she did and stroke me, as she washed me, which she did. Only, I didn't feel a thing. It wasn't until I looked down and saw her stroking me that I knew she was. When she saw me watching her stroking my cock, she got embarrassed and turned red. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said with a smile. "I can't believe I did that." She looked at me with a face full of panic. "Please don't report me." Report her? Are you kidding me? I wanted to kiss her? "I was just fantasying about my boyfriend," she said with my cock still in her hand. Boy, this mind control is some powerful stuff. "I guess I got a bit preoccupied and carried away." "It's okay, Meghan. You can flail away because I don't feel a thing." Only, I did, but it was all in my mind and that feeling was much more powerful than normal, physical masturbation. "Matter of fact, would you mind doing me a favor?" "Sure, anything, Freddie, what is it?" "Can you stick it in your mouth and suck it for a few minutes? I want to make sure that I cannot feel anything at all. I mean, if you don't mind, you really have to suck it hard while twirling your tongue around it for me to see if I can feel what you are doing." "I can't do that," she looked at me like I was crazy. Then, she looked at me with pity or compassion, I don't know which, but what did it matter to me, so long as she would do what I asked her to do and what I was psychically concentrating on having her do. "I'll get fired," she said turning around and looking behind her to see who was watching, all the while, she was still holding onto my cock. "Please, just for a few minutes. Pull the curtain closed around the bed. No one will see." I concentrated with all that I had for Meghan to pull the curtain closed and I could not believe it when she reached up and slid the curtain shut. I concentrated again trying to transfer my need for a blowjob through to her dyed blonde mind. "Okay, but I can't give you a real blowjob. This is just a medical test to see if you can feel anything down there." Medical test? Who the Hell is she kidding? I never heard of a blowjob being a medical test. I wonder where she went to nursing school because I want to wait outside and meet the new graduates and ask them all to give me this medical test. "Let me know," she said with her hand around my cock and looking up at me (I love it when women do that) before inserting my limp dick in her mouth, "if you are cumming because I don't want you cumming in my mouth. That would be cheating and I never cheated on my boyfriend." Cumming? I can't cum. I'm a paraplegic. Wait a second, what did she just say? Did she just say that she can justify that it is okay to stroke my cock and stick it in her mouth, so long as I don't cum off in your mouth because that would be cheating. She made me wish I attended high school with her. I cannot imagine the lucky bastard who took her to the prom. Geez, I am going to have a lot of fun with this nurse. Can you imagine this ditsy blonde in the back seat of a car and her prom date asking her for a blowjob? "Blowjob? Do I look like a slut to you?" I imagine her saying while getting angry with her date. "I'm not that kind of girl." Suddenly, I saw her looking at her date before unzipping him. "What I will do for you is take out your cock, stroke you, and take it in my mouth and suck you a little, so long as you promise not to cum in my mouth. Because if you cum, that would constitute a real blowjob and I don't give blowjobs. I'm a good girl, after all, a virgin, kind of, almost, not really, not by a long shot." "I promise." Yeah, like what guy wouldn't make that promise and then hold her head down when he was ready to cum? "Geez, I'm so sorry, Meghan, I didn't know that I was cumming and my arm slipped pressing your head down. Sorry." Suddenly, I realized that the above really happened. Clearly, I could see it, as if I was there. That was when I realized that I had another psychic ability, to see what happened to someone in the past. It made me wonder if I could see the future. To be continued... Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 04 Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. Can you imagine this ditsy blonde in the back seat of a car and her prom date asking her for a blowjob? "Blowjob? Do I look like a slut to you?" I imagine her saying while getting angry with her date. "I'm not that kind of girl." Suddenly, I saw her looking at her date before unzipping him. "What I will do for you is take out your cock, stroke you, and take it in my mouth and suck you a little, so long as you promise not to cum in my mouth. Because if you cum, that would constitute a real blowjob and I don't give blowjobs. I'm a good girl, after all, a virgin, kind of, almost, not really, not by a long shot." "I promise." Yeah, like what guy wouldn't make that promise and then hold her head down when he was ready to cum? "Gees, I'm so sorry, Meghan, I didn't know that I was cumming and my arm slipped pressing your head down. Sorry." Suddenly, I realized that the above really happened. Clearly, I could see it, as if I was there. That was when I realized that I had another psychic ability, to see what happened to someone in the past. It made me wonder if I could see the future. Only, I wouldn't find that out until much later in the progression of my psychic ability. Moreover, seeing the future may allow me to change what would happen before it happens. The thoughts of seeing the past and thinking about seeing the future, brought me back to the present. I could not believe it when she leaned over me and took me in her mouth. It was exciting to watch this young babe, all of 22-years-old suck my cock, and judging by her actions, while watching her, my cock was not the first one that she has sucked, if you know what I mean. When she started blowing me was when I discovered that I could feel something but not physically with my cock, but cerebrally with my mind. I came off in my mind. It was like I was a teenager all over again. I had a premature ejaculation in my mind. She gave me my first brain orgasm. I had fun in the hospital playing with the nurses, especially psychically getting Meghan to touch me, blow me, and to give me a brain orgasm, but it was time to go home. I had been in intensive care long enough. They had done everything that they could for me and sent me home to recuperate. On the way out of the hospital, I had psychically tucked the back of Meghan's uniform skirt in her panties. She wheeled me out of the hospital in the wheelchair with her panties exposed for all to see and no one told her. Plenty of people saw her, but no one told her. Can you imagine her embarrassment when she finally discovered that her uniform was tucked in her panties? I was happy to leave the hospital for home. I would have a part-time nurse, my wife, Gabriella, and her sister, Victoria, to help nurse me back to health. I'd never be 100%, of course, I was still paralyzed, but, at least, at home, I'd be more comfortable for whatever amount of time I had left to live. I knew what happened to me had taken years off my life and I was okay with it. Instead of being depressed, I planned on doing the best that I could with the life that I had. I had a long boring road to travel before I would physically feel better. Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and especially psychically, I felt fine. In the meantime, I worked on my mind skills to improve my psychic powers. It was fun developing those abilities to see how far I could take them. One of the things that I did, not thinking that it would backfire on me, was to tease my friend Wade, whenever he came to visit, which was every day. In hindsight, I should have known. In hindsight, it was a cruel joke to play on Wade and on those people who cared for me, loved me, and trusted me. Still, I couldn't help myself. I was bored and sexually frustrated. I just wanted to have some fun while developing my psychic abilities, powers of concentration, and levitation. I never thought what I did would have adverse repercussions. Always, whenever Wade was present, I made sure that I unbuttoned buttons, unsnapped snaps or unzipped zippers of Gabriella's and Victoria's clothes in very strategic locations of their bodies. It was arousing fun to watch my wife and my sister exposed to the lustful leers of Wade. Too busy caring for me, they never knew, until it was too late and until they looked down at themselves that they were showing, but they were, and they never suspected me of showing them to him. How could I? I was paralyzed after all. Wade suspected that I was in on the secret exhibitionism, no doubt. In our younger days, we were both wicked voyeurs. Besides, it was there before my eyes, too, the sight of my wife's and her sister's tits and pussies. I mean, I was paralyzed. I wasn't blind. Clearly, I could see Gabriella's and Victoria's tits and pussies making an appearance every time they leaned over me or when they sat down. On more than one occasion, especially when struggling to lift me with his help, their tit would pop out of their housecoat and he would see their nipple. That was hot watching their reaction knowing that Wade had just seen their tit. I'd raised my eyebrow to him and smile. He'd raise his eyebrow and smile back at me. Only, he did not know that I was doing it for his benefit with my mind. Neither one of them were embarrassed. They both had been to topless beaches before. Granted my room is not Cancun, but they made light of it. They just laughed and fluffed it off or turned red and got annoyed. A couple of times, they acted like they didn't notice their tit hanging out, right away. That was hot. As a surprised contestant in my game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, I knew they were milking this serendipitous game for what it was worth, too. Got milk? They both had a wonderful set of tits. Why hide those beauties away. Hey, why not, if you got it, flaunt it. They were probably feeling horny, too. It was common for Gabriella to walk around our house wearing a short housecoat with nothing underneath. She slept in the nude and slipped that on before taking her shower and getting dressed. It was so easy to unbutton a button, unsnap a snap, or unzip a zipper to show Wade more than he should see of my wife's body. Her sister, Victoria, her identical twin, slept the same way, in the nude, and wore the same type of short housecoat with nothing underneath. She stayed with us in our guestroom while helping her sister with my care, until I improved. It was exciting to see flashes of Victoria's tits and pussy from her unbuttoned, unsnapped, and unzipped garments. Neither of them had a clue that I had this psychic power to expose them to me and to my best friend Wade. Wade caught on fast. He knew which side of Gabriella and Victoria to stand or to sit by to see the most of their nakedness. Every time one of them leaned over me or sat, he could see the side of their breast peeking out of their housecoat of a flash of their pussy. Depending where I unzipped, unbuttoned or unsnapped, sometimes he had a clear view down their housecoats from their neck down to their ankles. They both have wonderful bodies and it excited me for Wade to see them. Occasionally, I would psychically drop something before unsnapping or unbuttoning them and, when they stooped down to retrieve the object, he had a perfect view between their legs. It was of particular enjoyment to see the sometimes embarrassed or coy looks on their faces when they discovered that Wade saw what they were unintentionally showing. Nonetheless, the little game never stopped them from continually walking around naked beneath their housecoats while in the presence of Wade. I suspect that they all enjoyed the little game of peek-a-boo, as much as Wade did. He was a good looking hunk of a guy after all. I suspect they masturbated later when alone in their rooms thinking about Wade having sex with them. Only, maybe, I should not have played with Wade's flaming desire because I got burnt. To be continued... Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 05 Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. It was exciting to see flashes of Gabriella's and Victoria's tits and pussy from their unbuttoned, unsnapped, and unzipped garments. Neither of them had a clue that I had this psychic power to expose them to me and to my best friend Wade. Wade caught on fast, though; he knew which side of Gabriella and Victoria to stand or to sit by to see the most of their nakedness. Every time one of them leaned over me or sat, he could see the side of their breast peeking out of their housecoat of a flash of their pussy. Depending where I unzipped, unbuttoned or unsnapped them, sometimes he had a clear view down their housecoats from their neck to their ankles. They both have wonderful bodies and it excited me for Wade to see them. Occasionally, I would psychically drop something before unsnapping or unbuttoning them and, when they stooped down to retrieve the object, he had a perfect view between their splayed legs. Depending upon the mood they were in that day, shy or horny, it was of particular enjoyment to see the sometimes embarrassed or coy looks on their faces when they discovered that Wade saw what they were unintentionally showing. Nonetheless, the little game never stopped them from continually walking around naked beneath their housecoats while in the presence of Wade. I suspect that they both enjoyed the little game of peek-a-boo, as much as Wade did. He was a good looking hunk of a guy after all. I suspect they masturbated later when alone in their rooms thinking about Wade having sex with them. Only, thinking in hindsight now, maybe I should not have played with Wade's flaming desire because I got burnt. I took it too far when I applied my "What is good for the goose is good for the gander cliché." I figured that my wife and sister would appreciate ogling Wade's man tool. After all, much like him, it was an amazing specimen. I knew that Wade didn't wear underwear. He was the type who would walk around naked if he could. He hated anything between his cock and the fresh air. Besides, he would say, you never know when opportunity will present itself. It was easy for me to pull Wade's fly down. Every time he sat, the side of his big, thick cock was obvious to whoever was sitting or standing to the side of him and looking. He was too dumb to notice. My wife and her sister noticed, but they never said anything to him. I caught them looking at his semi-exposed cock more than a few times. I knew that when their faces flushed that he was getting to them. I suspected that they thought that he was purposely exposing himself to them. Oh, my God. Poor Wade, if he only knew, that they thought he was a pervert, which he was, of course, as are most men, he'd be so pissed at me. Nonetheless, the best time was when he developed an erection, he always had an erection, but this time, he had a solid, sticking out of his pants erection and it was, actually sticking out of his pants. He probably got the boner from seeing an endless show my wife's and her sister's tits and pussy. Although Wade is a dear friend and I love him to death, he's simple. He is as dumb as he is big. I think all those steroids went to his brain instead of his dick and accomplished the opposite effect. They shrunk his brain and engorged his penis. Anyway, Wade was standing there reading me a joke from this oversized joke book. The book blocked his ability to see straight down. Otherwise, he may have noticed his cock sticking straight out of his pants. When Wade is reading, that is all that he can do. He cannot do anything else, except concentrate on the story, or in this case, the joke that he is reading. My wife did a double take when she saw his cock sticking straight out. I closed my eyes pretending that I was sleeping, but I had them open enough that I could watch her reaction to Wade's cock. She stared at it and then left the room. Only and surprisingly, she returned with her sister, who, as my wife had done, did a double take and stared at it, too. The both looked at one another before they started giggling like school girls. His cock is of monumental size. He told me that it measured 9 inches with a girth equally as impressive to its length. "Wade," said my wife. "What does Superman do?" "What?" "Superman man, what does he do?" "What do you mean what does he do?" "What does Superman do?" said Victoria looking down at his protruding cock. "He can do anything," he said laughing with a shrug. "He's Superman." "Wade," said Victoria, "your cock is sticking out." "You could poke an eye out with that thing," said my wife under her breath to her sister while giggling. Wade looked down, turned bright red, and zipped it up. Yet, before he could stuff it in his pants, in his anxiousness to hide his cock away, he caught it in his zipper. Still pretending to be asleep, I concentrated focusing my psychic powers on not only Gabriella but also on Victoria. I wanted them to touch his cock and I could not believe it when Wade actually caught his coke in his zipper. That accident would give them reason to justify helping him by taking his cock in hand. I knew that my psychic job was done. Immediately, my wife and her sister were on their knees trying to free his cock from his zipper. Gabriella held it while lifting it, while Victoria tried to unzip it from his skin. Then, Victoria held it while Gabriella tried to free it from his zipper. It was apparent to me that his cock was already free and they were both just copping a feel of the monstrous snake. "There, Wade, you're free," said Victoria victoriously, finally, and leaving the room to get dressed. "Thanks," Wade shrugged turning red. I'm so embarrassed," he said. Only, he looked more angry that they were giggling than he did embarrassed. Now, thinking back, I imagine that he suspected that they were laughing at him. Had I known that what I was doing was driving Wade wild with repressed desire, I never would have continued with this line of erotic and seductive behavior. I thought I was having some innocent and harmless fun. I was bored after all. I never knew that Wade would try and take it further. I never knew that Wade thought my wife and her sister were flashing themselves purposely to him and teasing him. I never suspected that Wade thought they were laughing at him and making fun of him. All of those things should have occurred to me, but those thoughts never occurred to my big brain. I never considered Wade's feelings. I never considered my wife's embarrassment. I never considered my sister's modesty. I only considered my own perversion. Hey, but it was fun while it lasted. "Okay, I'm off to fill Freddie's prescriptions, said Victoria." I'll be back in a while. I have to go to the bank and I want to pick up some things we need at the market." When Victoria left for the pharmacy, Gabriella left Wade alone in the house with me to take her shower. Why not, it was safe. Wade was a trusted family friend. He wouldn't do anything to her, would he? To be continued... Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie Ch. 06 A tragic accident gives Dr. Freddie amazing psychic powers. Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead. "Thanks," Wade shrugged turning red. I'm so embarrassed," he said. Only, he looked angry more that they were giggling than he did embarrassed. Now, thinking back, I imagine that he suspected that they were laughing at him. Had I known that what I was doing was driving Wade wild with repressed desire, I never would have continued with this line of erotic and seductive behavior. I mean, I knew that he was attracted to Gabriella and her sister, but I didn't realize how attracted he was. I thought I was having some innocent and harmless fun at Wade's expense, but I never expected him to lose his cool. I was bored after all and only thinking of my entertainment. I never knew that Wade would try and take it further. I never knew that Wade thought my wife and her sister were flashing themselves purposely to him and teasing him. I never suspected that Wade thought they were laughing at him and making fun of him. All of those things should have occurred to me, but those thoughts never occurred to my big brain. I never considered Wade's feelings. I never considered my wife's embarrassment. I never considered my sister's modesty. I only considered my own perversion. Hey, but it was fun while it lasted. "Okay, I'm off to fill Freddie's prescriptions," said Victoria. I'll be back in a while. I have to go to the bank and I want to pick up some things we need at the market. Oh, and I have to gas up the car." Apparently, the opportunity for Wade to be alone with Gabriella was what precipitated what happened next between the two of them. When Victoria left for the pharmacy, Gabriella left Wade alone in the house with me to take her shower. Why not, it was safe. Wade was a trusted family friend. He wouldn't do anything to her, would he? Only, Gabriella continued the game of flashing not realizing that it was not a game any longer. She was aroused, no doubt, after having seen Wade's entire erect cock for the first time and after having had her hand wrapped around it. I know my wife. If Wade's cock hadn't aroused her, she never would have returned with her sister to stare at it. Moreover, she never would have wrapped her hand around it, in the first place, on the pretense of helping to free him from his zipper, if the sight of his snake had not aroused her. Only, as it turns out, Wade was just as aroused if not more so, than she was. Wade would not take no for an answer. He wanted her. Maybe, he thought that she wanted him, too. She did have her hand around his cock and now she is exposing her naked body to him. I could see from my vantage point that she left the bedroom door partially open while she removed her housecoat and wrapped a towel around her naked body. She thought I was still sleeping and I pretended to still be. Yet, I imagine, at this point of the flashing game that she knew that if Wade was looking and wanted to see her naked, that he could and, of course, he was looking. She walked around the room naked with her back and side turned to him. Still, he had a great view of her ass and the side of her big tits. Then, a couple times, she turned to walk the other way and he had a clear view of her tits and pussy, if even only for a second at a time. Probably, she wanted him to see her naked. With me out of commission, not giving her the sexual attention that she needed, I am sure that she had plans of masturbating over that image of Wade's cock while taking a shower and over the fact that she had just exposed her naked body to him. Wade walked into the master bedroom. Gabriella was already in the shower. I could see his reflection in the bedroom mirror as he stood by the shower glass enclosure watching Gabriella shower. He stripped off his clothes and entered the shower with her. His cock was standing straight out and glistening hard. "Wade! Get out! How dare you? Don't! No! Oh, God!" Unable to see them, I imagined the rest. He grabbed her and touched her everywhere. He felt her tits and fingered her pussy. He kissed her and when she pulled away and refused to return his kiss, he held her head in place with his hand while forcing his tongue in her mouth. I imagined Wade bending Gabriella over and inserting his big cock in her pussy and fucking her like a dog. I imagined him pounding away, pounding her so hard that her head bounced off the shower wall and she had to raise the angle of her back, so as not to be knocked unconscious by his forceful humping action. The slapping sound of his torso pounding her naked ass was erotically loud and I could hear it from where I was in bed. It had been a while since she had a good fuck and Wade was giving her what she obviously wanted. I pretended to still be sleeping. I heard her moan, but not with pain, with pleasure. After a while, I heard her scream, but not with anger, with pleasure. I recognized the differences in her moan and in her scream, he had made her cum. Victoria returned abruptly. She had forgotten to bring my prescriptions. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't imaging what was going on, but seeing it in my mind, as if seeing it with my eyes closed. My mind was able to see through the bedroom and bathroom wall. The power of the brain is amazing. Victoria stood there watching Wade standing in the shower stall with Gabriella and fucking her. She started feeling her breasts through her clothes and fingering her nipples. She hasn't had any sexual action in a while either being here caring for me. Apparently, the sight of Wade's big cock had aroused her; too, otherwise, she wouldn't have wrapped her hand around it either. She was on her knees after all, as was Gabriella when they were trying to free Wade from his zipper. Their mouths were so close to his cock. Probably, one would have taken him in her mouth had the other not been there. When Wade turned and spotted her, Victoria watching, he rushed from the shower and grabbed her. She feigned reluctance, but I could tell that she wanted him. In one forceful rip, he tore off her clothes, another rip and another and her panties and bra was off, too. Now, naked he pushed her back on the bed and mounted her and fucked her like a wild animal. Briefly, she tried resisting him, but he was too much for him. Besides, her feigned reluctance was to show him that she was not easy. Still in the shower with the water running, Gabriella was unaware what was happening with her sister. When she emerged, she came to her rescue, but in vain. Wade was as big as he was strong and he easily overpowered the two women tying them up with drapery sashes. Now, he was free to continue his sexual assault on not only one, but both. To be continued...