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The Power Ch. 01

By: BangoSkank



When Michael woke up he felt different. As his mind emerged from the murk of sleep, he tried to put his finger on the change. The memory of a dream drifted speedily on the periphery of Michael's consciousness and was as quickly gone completely. Michael continued his morning preparing for work. Everything was as it should be on a Monday morning, the routine timeworn and mundane. Although everything on the surface seemed normal Michael knew this day was different and that he was different.

The drive to work was much better than usual. Although nothing specific was different, everyone seemed to behave a lot more courteously on the road. Pedestrians and cyclists, who often seemed to behave as if Michael wasn't there, today made a distinct effort to prevent getting in his way. Other drivers let him out when it was their right of way. In fact, Michael got to work ten minutes earlier than usual. The strange feeling remained.

Michael sat down in the open plan office where he worked and smiled at the woman opposite. Terri was a beautiful 22 year old with long perfectly pitch black hair and with probably the most amazing ass that Michael had ever seen. She smiled back but her smile dissolved slightly and she looked across her desk with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

"Hi, Michael," she said, "You look different today. Did you get a haircut or something?"

"It must be the new make-up I'm wearing," Michael joked.

Michael noticed Terri laughed a little too hard at what was a fairly weak joke. He quickly dismissed it as evidence that Terri was drunk from the night before. Often, during the long days at the office, she regaled him with stories of her drunken exploits. He suspected that he only heard the tamer stories and there were more that she didn't tell him.

The work day passed and Michael started to notice that things had changed. He first noticed it when he asked his best friend at work, Matt, to get him a coffee. Every day Michael would wait until Matt got up from his seat to go to the coffee machine. He would then take the opportunity to ask Matt to bring a coffee to his desk. Matt would comment on Michael's laziness and whine and complain before eventually giving in and getting the coffees. It always made Michael laugh to see Matt throwing his arms around in fake anger at his friend. Today, however, there was no complaint as Matt brought the coffee.

When questioned all Matt said was "You asked me so I got the coffee for you," like he had always done it without complaint.

All day Michael noticed people were doing exactly what he asked of them. When he asked for file to be brought to his desk, no one said they would do it in a minute or when they finished what they were doing, the file was on his desk as quick as they could bring it. When he phoned someone from IT to install new software on his computer, someone came straight away. Usually, he was lucky if it took a week.

As the day passed Michael started to suspect that he had a new power. He thought of numerous scenarios, mostly involving his female co-workers that would prove or disprove what he hoped were true. The more he thought about it the more he dismissed the ideas. If I'm truly to test this, he thought, I can't do it here. If he asked a woman here to take off her panties or flash him their tits and the new power was just in his head, if he weren't reported for sexual harassment, he would instantly become known as the office pervert taking over from that guy who had set up his camera to video the ladies' bathroom.

What Michael decided he needed was a guinea pig. He needed someone who he didn't know and if she thought him a pervert or a madman then so be it, it didn't matter. He needed to pick up a stranger.

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Michael was relieved to see that he didn't know anyone at the bar. He had driven quite a way to find somewhere where he was sure he wouldn't bump into someone he knew. The bartender brought Michael his drink promptly, although Michael put this down to the bar being fairly empty rather than his new power. He scanned the bar looking for likely guinea pigs. He had to admit it was fairly thin pickings. There were a few couples consisting of overweight men and women with make-up caked on so thick they might as well have been wearing masks. There were a couple of hairy bikers in the corner and a group of kids who looked barely old enough to buy a goldfish, never mind drink in a bar.

He was just about to give up when the waitress asked him if he wanted another drink. Intent as he was on checking out the other drinkers he hadn't noticed that the most attractive female in the place was working rather than drinking. She was only small, about 5' 4", but she was perfectly formed. She had blond hair in a bob and she had an innocent look about her, which Michael instantly found sexy. Her ample breasts strained against the white material of her blouse and her black skirt had a slit in it that showed off the smooth creamy skin of her leg.

"No, thanks," Michael replied to her question, lifting up his half full glass of whisky. "I'm Michael, by the way."

"Hi, Michael," the waitress replied, smiling warmly. "I'm Emma. You on your own Michael? Sorry that's none of my business."

"That's all right. I'm on my own at the moment. You'll have a drink with me though, won't you Emma?"

"Sure, I'd love too..."

At that point the bartender interrupted. "No you won't, Emma," he said. "Your shift doesn't finish for another hour."

"Come on, man," Michael said to the bartender. "She's worked hard. She deserves the night off."

"Ok, no problem," the bartender said. "Have a good time, Emma."

The bartender walked to the other end of the bar. Michael mentally filed the 180 degree turn from the bartender in the evidence cabinet as proof of his new power. It was only circumstantial but the bartender changed his mind pretty quickly.

"I'll be back in a minute," Emma said and disappeared through the bar.

Michael reminded himself that he had to be more forward. So far he was behaving like he wanted a date. He didn't want a date, he wanted a fuck. And he wanted proof that he had the power to get that fuck from anyone, anywhere. He had to focus.

Emma sat down beside Michael. "So, Michael, are you gonna buy me a drink?"

Michael took a deep breath. This was the point of no turning back.

He whispered in her ear "Can we go somewhere and fuck?"

She beamed a smile at Michael and grabbed him by the hand. She dragged him out the front door and pulled him into an alley next to the bar. Emma grabbed his head and pulled him towards her. Their lips locked and they kissed passionately. Emma's tongue flicked out and Michael responded in kind and their tongues entwined. As they pressed and grinded against each other, Michael's manhood stiffened. 

"Wow," gasped Emma, breaking the kiss. "That feels big."

She reached down and unzipped Michael and fumbled around releasing his cock to the open air. Licking her lips greedily, Emma quickly dropped to her knees and took Michael into her mouth.

Michael groaned as he felt the wetness of her mouth cover his cock. He looked down and he could see the lust in her eyes as she looked up and watched his reaction to her tongue as it played along his shaft. Her lips stretched as she continued to take more of his cock into his mouth. She sucked and slurped on Michaels cock noisily as she moved up and down his shaft. 

"God that feels amazing," Michael said. He gently laid his hands on Emma's blond hair and encouraged her to continue her expert blow job.

Emma picked up her speed and took Michael deeper and deeper. He felt his cock begin to touch her throat. Before long he was ready to explode.

"I'm gonna come down your throat, baby," Michael moaned. At that point he felt his balls emptying and his spunk filled his new lover's mouth. She happily drank down the outpouring. 

"That was amazing," Michael said as Emma got off her knees and put her arms around him.

"We're not finished yet," Emma said with a devilish smile on her face. "You said you wanted to fuck and that is what we're going to do."

Again the pair kissed. Michael tasted himself on her lips and quite enjoyed the feeling. Emma gently pushed Michael away and leant against the wall behind her. She lifted up her skirt slowly revealing her red panties. She slipped her hand inside and began playing with herself, pushing two fingers inside her pussy. Michael had already begun to get hard again. 

Michael pushed himself against Emma and started unbuttoning her blouse. He started kissing down her neck softly planting his lips on the curve under her chin slowly working down to her beautiful firm breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue around the nub as he felt it harden against his lips. He moved across to other nipple and gave it the same attention.

Emma continued to gasp and moan at Michael's attention. He reached down and replaced her fingers with his own on her pussy and realised that it was oozing with desire. He easily pushed two fingers inside and started to fuck her with his hand.

"I want that gorgeous cock in there, baby," Emma said between moans. By this time Michael was fully aroused again and his cock was aching for pussy.

Michael ripped off Emma's panties to reveal her shaved, dripping and completely fuckable pussy. Emma wrapped her legs around Michael's ass and impaled herself roughly onto Michaels cock. Both lovers moaned as they became one. Michael roughly pounded Emma against the wall of the alley. Emma lost what inhibition she had left and began screaming in pleasure as she was entered again and again as Michael thrust into her.

"Come for me, baby," Michael whispered.

At that point both Michael and Emma erupted in a powerful orgasm, as his juices entered her pussy and her juices flowed round his cock.

The Power Ch. 01



"Mr. Alexander?" The voice came to me through a haze of narcotic euphoria. "Mr. Alexander, can you hear me?"

I tried to speak but was unable to force my vocal cords to vibrate. "Where am I?" I silently mouthed, not sure if my lips had obeyed the command from my brain. I tried to open my eyes, and that's when the pain hit me, spiraling me into welcomed unconsciousness.

"Mike? Oh my God! Mike!" The woman's voice seemed somehow familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it. "Doctor," the voice called from the doorway, "come quick! Somebody, help me! He's awake!"

I cracked open my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was the table at the side of my bed. On it was a vase of flowers of some kind – mums, I thought, not really sure. Then it registered in my conscious mind that they, and everything else I looked at were in focus. "Damn," I muttered, reaching for my face, "they forgot to take off my glasses." 

As my arm responded to my command to reach up, I felt very weak, as if the task involved bench-pressing a Buick. Slowly, inexorably, my hand reached my chin, and taking another deep breath, I forced it to slide up my face to my glasses – which weren't there. What the hell?

Just then a crowed of white-lab-coated men and women burst into the room, led by an aging gentleman with medium length gray hair, glasses and a wide smile. I assumed he was a doctor. At his side was a woman, the only person not wearing a lab coat, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"I know you," I thought. "Sis?" I finally managed to croak – what the hell happened to my voice – it sounded and felt like an elephant had tap-danced on my vocal chords.

My sister, Sandy, gave a small squeal of delight and pounced on my chest, flinging her arms around my shoulders. "Mike, I can't believe it! You're awake!" she cried. "I just can't believe it."

The gray-haired doctor was beaming and said, "Well, Mr. Alexander, welcome back."

"From where?" I croaked.

"Mr. Alexander," he continued, motioning to another hospital staff to disengage my weeping sister, "what is the last thing you remember?"

What the hell kind of question was that? I struggled with the answer. Then I remember. I had just left the house to go to my favorite place, Cascade Hills golf course.

"Golf," I half-whispered.

"Good, good!" the doctor smiled. "Miss Perkins," he said over his shoulder to a young medical attendant, "please get Mike some water."

"Yes, Dr. Rider," she said in a perky, up-beat voice. As she moved to the doorway, I noticed a suggestive sway to her hips that woke me up in places I forgot were asleep.

"Mike," Dr. Rider said, turning back to me, "do you remember your golf game?"

Strange. I struggled with it. "Not really," I finally admitted, "Why?"

"Mike, on the 7th hole, as you teed up, it started to rain. According to your golf partners, everyone ran for cover. Unfortunately, before you got to shelter, you were struck by lightening."

Holy shit! "What?" I exclaimed, suddenly finding my voice. "I what? No!"

"Yes, you were hit by lightening, but obviously, you survived." He paused, and his look grew grave. "Mike, that's not all. The date you were struck was June 14th 2007."

I felt a cold chill start to creep up my spine. Just then Miss Perkins supplied me with a small paper cup and straw, which I sipped at somewhat clumsily. After a small swallow of clear, cool water, I asked, "So what day is it today?"

Sandy, now more composed than before walked to my bedside, and seating herself at my side took the cup gently from me and said, "Mike, it is October 10th."

"Holy Christ!" I exclaimed, refusing to accept it.

"Two-thousand-ten," she finished.

I stared at her with blank incomprehension. Then the bed slowly began to spin, and as it picked up momentum, I heard Dr. Rider say, "Miss Perkins, catch him!"

The smell was horrible, stinging my nose and making me gag. I tried to turn my head away and push at it with my hands at the same time. "That's it," I heard Dr. Rider say, becoming more clear with every syllable, "he's coming around."

"I'm sorry, Mike," he said, as I opened my eyes. He was now seated at my side with a vial of smelling salts in his hand. "I intended to break the news to you a little more gently," he said, casting a withering glance at my sister. "But now you know the worst."

"Why?" I asked.

"Why were you unconscious for so long?" he said, standing and taking on a professorial air. "Clinically, most victims who survive a lightening strike regain consciousness within a few minutes and regain their full faculties within a few hours or possibly days."

"So why was I different?"

"Actually, we don't know. The fact that you remained unconscious was an indication of severe brain trauma. However CT and MRI scanning did not show any significant damage, just some minor swelling here and there. Your EEG was normal – well almost normal. Of course there were certain areas that were depressed and some that were elevated – not uncommon in someone who is unconscious."

"So?"

"So you wouldn't wake up. That's it. You could have – and eventually did – wake up at any time, but you just wouldn't."

"So I have been in a coma for over 6 years?" I nearly shouted.

"No. A coma is a level of consciousness below sleep. You weren't exactly unconscious, you were just asleep."

Okay, maybe. But then a thought struck me. "What about the rest of me?"

"Physically, you are in excellent health. You did lose some weight while you were gone, obviously, and your muscles have atrophied – they've shrunk from inactivity, but everything else is fine. Heart, liver, kidneys, genitals – everything works normally." 

I blushed somewhat at that, but had to ask, "Genitals?"

"Yes," he smiled – just like a doctor. "You would periodically experience erections and sometimes night emissions. Again, this is not uncommon in comatose patients – or those that are asleep either."

"So why do I feel like someone lit a fire in my..." I broke off, embarrassed.

"You probably have a burning sensation in your penis," he explained clinically, "because while you were out just now, we took the opportunity to remove your catheter. We were about to remove it for the evening anyway."

"Oh." I paused for a moment then remembered something. "How come I don't need glasses to see clearly?" I asked.

"I'm sorry?" Dr. Alexander looked puzzled – not a good thing.

"Everything I look at is in focus, but I'm not wearing my glasses," I explained. "Why is that?"

"Well, to be honest, Mike, this is the first any of us has heard this. Obviously, with you being asleep, we had no idea that your eyes could focus clearly. We'll schedule you for an appointment with the head of ophthalmology tomorrow." Dr. Alexander, although surprised at this development didn't seem too anxious, so I calmed down.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"Well, let me introduce you to some very special people," he said, turning to the others in the room. "This is Dr. Olsen," he said, "gesturing to a medium height, slightly overweight man with a full beard. He appeared to be in his mid-forties. "Dr. Olsen is the head of Rehabilitative Therapy, and will be in charge of reconditioning your body so that you can walk, run, drive and do everything else that your muscles have forgotten."

"Hello," Dr. Olsen said pleasantly. "This is your case worker and personal therapist, Mrs. Logan," Dr. Olsen said pointing to a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and she had a pinched and determined face. She could have been rather eye-catching if she didn't look like such a bitch.

"This is Mrs. Gordon," Dr. Rider continued, "she is your nutritionist and she will work with you on weight gain and meal planning."

"Pleased to meet you," Mrs. Gordon said with a big smile.

Wow! Mrs. Gordon was about five feet, seven inches tall, light red hair and a body that had curves in all the right places. Obviously, she took her nutrition seriously.

"Mike," Sandy said, interrupting, "how are you feeling?"

"Like I just got hit by a Mack truck," I said, "but there's no pain. I'm just really tired." Then I corrected myself, "No, not tired – weak, fatigued, you know?"

Sandy smiled warmly. "I usually visit once or twice a week. I am so happy that I was here when you woke up! I've already called mom, and she's going to catch the next flight out. I've got to get home to my kids – the daycare charges double for every hour I'm late. I'll come see you tomorrow." Then she leaned over and kissed me. "Bye."

"See ya," I said. Then another thought occurred to me, "what time is it?"

"About 6:30 PM," Miss Perkins said.

"Can I get something to eat?"

"We need to start you out slowly," said Mrs. Gordon with a smile that was surprisingly firm. "Clear fluids only for the first 24 hours, then we can move up to soft foods like pudding and mashed potatoes. We'll see how you handle that and then go from there."

Dammit. "So a big juicy rib-eye steak is out of the question?" I said teasingly.

She laughed, "Until you can handle the softer stuff, yes."

"I can think of a lot of softer stuff I could handle," I thought eyeing her curvaceous body.

Her eyes widened in surprise and I distinctly heard her thought, "I'm sure you could!"

I blinked a couple of times. Did I hear her say something? I looked at the others in the room, and they remained unfazed by this teasing exchange. In fact, Dr. Olsen was trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

Dr. Rider continued. "Well, Mike, we'll talk some more tomorrow, and I'm sure Dr. Olsen will have your exercise regimen outlined by then." Dr. Olsen gave an unenthusiastic thumbs-up.

As everyone started to shuffle out Mrs. Gordon unlooped a stethoscope from around her slender neck. "I just want to listen to your tummy before we start sending it food," she smiled. As she approached I eyed her well-filled blazer and silently wished she would unbutton it. Seemingly without thinking, she unbuttoned the single gold button on her blazer and put the stethoscope earpieces in her ears.

She smiled again at me, and I started to feel life in a long-dormant part of my anatomy. I could feel my hospital gown rubbing against my cock as the blood slowly inflated it. God, her perfume was intoxicating.

She leaned pulled the covers down from my chest to my knees, and I flushed in embarrassment from the tent that was growing down below. She didn't seem to notice as she leaned forward to press the cold instrument to my abdomen. I couldn't help glancing down the front of her blouse and was rewarded with a glimpse of lacey white bra supporting two impressively sized globes of flesh.

My cock, which had been wavering at half-mast, sprang to attention. I saw her glance down. "Oh, yummy!" I heard her say – or so I thought. However, I was sure I didn't see her lips move.

"I can't hear very well," she said, rising up. "Do you mind if I lift your gown out of the way?"

"Uh," I stammered, painfully aware of my rigid cock – it was beating time with my heart rate. My thoughts were racing, "Only if you help me with my throbbing cock," I thought.

Without another word, she tugged at the closures that were tied on the side of my hip and slowly pulled my gown up. I glanced nervously at the door, wishing that someone had closed it. Just then, Miss Perkins, without so much as a glance into the room, reached in and tugged it shut.

"There," said Mrs. Gordon, "I should be able to hear now," and she placed the icy stethoscope headpiece on my stomach. I flinched in response. "Oh, sorry," she said, laughingly. "Let me warm it up a bit." She then cupped the stethoscope in her hands.

"I bet your tits could warm it up," I thought, glancing once more to her chest – was that a nipple starting to show through her bra and blouse?

"This will take too long," Mrs. Gordon stated, and then, unbuttoning the top two or three buttons on her blouse, she tucked the stethoscope inside her bra, underneath her left breast. "Oh!" she jumped, causing her tits to jiggle, "that is cold!"

My cock jumped at the sight! God, I wanted to fondle them. Christ, I wished I could move my hands, but I had no strength!

"Well, let me see if I can hear anything without the scope," Mrs. Gordon said. And with that she bent full over, causing her boobs to nearly spill completely out of her bra. I could now easily see the reddish-brown hint of her areola peeking above the lace. She placed her ear directly on my stomach. My heart skipped a beat, and my mouth went dry. I noticed that I was sweating and that my breath was accelerating. Then I realized that with her head turned away, she was looking directly at the head of my cock as it bounced and waved in time with my heartbeat.

"Oh, fun!" I heard her thoughts again. "I wish I could play with that!"

I paused for a moment, and pushed my thought out. "Touch it," I commanded wordlessly.

She brought her right hand up over my hip and ran her fingers lightly over the head of my throbbing cock. "Oh God," I thought, "that feels good! Grab it and stroke it!"

I felt her smile and without moving her head, her hand encircled my cock and began tugging up and down on it. I was in heaven. I hadn't been with a woman for weeks before my lightening strike, and my body had been announcing its need periodically throughout my unconscious state.

I wanted to put my cock someplace warm, wet and willing. I needed to come. Just then, I felt Mrs. Gordon raise her head from my stomach and watched in dumb amazement as she journeyed down to my penis.

She tentatively licked the underside of the head, and I thought I was going to lose it right then, but her hand gripped the base of my cock firmly, and I backed down from the brink. Slowly, but firmly, her moist lips encircled the head, and her mouth provided a gentle sucking sensation, as if she intended to suck my load out from my balls.

She continued to move downward and I felt my tool slide further and further down her mouth and then pop into her throat. I was amazed – no one had ever deep-throated me before! Then she reversed direction and slowly made her way back up to the top, paused for a moment and slid back down, but with increasing tempo.

This continued for about a minute, but it felt like an eternity. I heard her moan softly, and her voice caused a vibrating sensation up and down my cock. My balls tightened up, and I knew that I was about to come. "Oh God, here it comes," I thought.

As if she had heard me, she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and began furiously jacking my shaft with her hand. "Ugggh, Unnnnhhhhhh!" I grunted, not wanting to alert the nursing staff outside. And my load boiled up from the base of my balls to first ooze out of the tip of my cock as pre-cum. Then my whole body jerked as my orgasm exploded through my loins, ejecting rope after rope of hot, thick semen into her willing mouth. I felt her tongue flex on the head and realized that she was swallowing my come! This caused another spasm and another surge of cum. Slowly, the tide ran out, and as I gasped for air, she calmly, and without hesitation, licked me clean, making sure that there was nothing left behind.

"Holy shit!" I thought, "That was great!"

She smiled as she stood up and pulled her stethoscope out of her blouse. I could see her nipples outlined clearly like little pencil erasers pointing up from her chest. "I think this is warmed up now," she said and placing it on my abdomen, listened intently.

"Well," she said, "I can hear your digestive tract making noises, so that's a very good sign. We may be able to put you on solid foods sooner than I expected."

"But not before I get a chance to sample some soft foods, I hope," I said, smiling wickedly at her erect nipples. "Mrs. Gordon, you are great!" I said aloud.

She smiled back, "Thanks," she said, grabbing up her jacket with one hand and draping her stethoscope around her neck with the other. "And by the way, please call me Cassandra."

"Okay, Cassandra," I said smiling. "When will I see you again?"

"I'll need to check up on you everyday for the next few days, and we'll see where it goes from there."



The Power Ch. 01



This is a work of fiction. All persons, places and deeds are fictitious. All characters are over 18. I was asked by several people to repost the story, so here it is. Your votes and comments are always appreciated.

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Many of you will not believe this tale, but that is expected. Your belief is not necessary. What is necessary though is the cathartic value I receive in writing my life story. I will go to the beginning, always a good place for a story to start. Not the beginning of my human life, but the beginning of my life as a being of Power.

It all began on my 19th birthday. I went to sleep the night before feeling terribly ill. It came over me suddenly so I left class early that friday afternoon. My mom was concerned about me when I got home and tried to get me to drink some gatorade but I barely acknowledged her. Just stumbled into my room, threw down my bag and fell onto my bed. Not bothering with the covers I passed out into a feverish and uneasy sleep. I woke up several times throughout the night. First to my mother placing a cool cloth on my forehead and taking my temperature, though I can't remember if she said anything to me. Later later would wake a wash in cold sweats or hot feverish body aches. Needless to say the night was terrible. It felt like the worst case of flu I'd ever experienced.

The strangest part of the whole night was the dream. At first it was hazy and washed out like a bad watercolor painting but as the night progressed and the dream repeated itself, it gained definition and focus. I sat in a circle of men of all ages, and from all ages as well. An unending line that stretched back to the earliest periods of mankind. Surrounding us above and behind were monolithic stones, placed to contain and harness. Contain and harness what exactly, I wasn't sure, but I could sense that these fever dreams were in a way more true than my own reality. Outside the stones was the edge of nothing and the beginning of everything. I was the youngest and the last amongst this brotherhood. 

What at first were incoherent mumblings from the blurred men around me, became the words of a primitive language in later iterations of the dream. As the night wore closer to morning and my fever worsened, my body wracked in pain and alternating hot and cold sweats, the strange language began to make sense to me. Just as dawn was breaking above the horizon I entered the dream one final time and everything came into sharp focus. The man directly to my left, who looked like a typical 50's era businessman, turned to regard me with a sober expression.

"The power is yours now, train it. Grow it strong for the days when you are called forth to act." His voice floated into the circle. I could somehow understand the words of that strange language . 

Then the man beside him, who looked like a dapper New Yorker from the roaring 20's spoke. "Gather your harem and gain for yourself an unassailable position. Our ancient Enemy stirs." The others around the circle nodded.

Far down the line an ancient man with a long gray beard spoke in a reedy voice, "Your days ahead will be filled with wonder and excess, but temperance is needed as well. You must remain vigilant against His agents. Some of us here succombed to their traps. Entire ages were lost to the Enemies influence." The old man looked over to a group of bedraggled and threadbare men. They had the hollowed and shadowed eyes of addicts. Weakness and shame painted each of their faces.

At the far end of the circle one small man covered in thick dreadlocked black hair spoke in a near whisper. "Seek our counsel during the full moon." He paused. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to speak. Each word dragged for from some great distance of time and space. "Three times you may visit this place, then you will be on your own." Then in a near whisper he said, "Welcome... to the Brotherhood." Murmurs of welcome came from men all around the circle. I tried to open my mouth and speak then, somewhat curious why I hadn't thought to try before, but the second I tried the dream evaporated around me like mist.

I awoke to the dawn light coming through my blinds, tangled in a sweaty mess of blankets. I felt great though. All signs of the illness that had assaulted me the night before were gone. The dream began to fade too, not in the way of most dreams. It didn't disappear entirely from my mind, but it did float to the back. Submerged beneath a new awareness that had blossomed within my head. I lay still for many minutes trying to sort what exactly it was.

It was there within my mind. Like a muscle I had never known but had always been there. Somehow either my fever or the strange dream had made me aware of its existence. Too though, like a new muscle I was unsure of its strength or capabilities. Tentatively I stretched it ever so slightly. When I did I felt my awareness blossom, there is no other way to describe it. Suddenly I could see with my mind's vision; farther and deeper the bedroom ceiling and walls that stood before my normal eyesight. I could sense my mother down stairs, feel her anxiety over my sickness and the mountain of love she felt for my and my sister. There was a vacancy in her emotions too, like a black hole that devoured her happiness. I sensed she was fundamentally unfulfilled. My father had run out on us just after I was born and she had been alone since then. Caring for her children had always been more important than finding another partner and she had always felt there was a higher purpose awaiting her than just as a wife or mother. What she couldn't say.

I could read her mind! Not like a book but like one reads the river. All this I could feel like one feels a current when you dip your hand into the flowing water. Sensing deeper currents beneath from the ripples on the surface. Like a river too, much of her thoughts were clear to me but some were hidden beneath treacherous cliffs and shoals. I knew I could dig them all out given time and increased strength and efficacy in my Power.

I was stunned at this Power, my whole world was turned upside down. I tried to process it all as I lay there in bed, stretching my awareness out, and trying to test its limits. Finally I had to give up, deciding to just roll with it as it came. Mentally making a list of questions for the next time I dreamed myself into that place of strange men sitting in the stonehenge like setting. Thinking of those men reminded me of their advice; that I explore and increase my skills with this new power. So stretching out I extending my awareness as far as it would go. I could sense the neighbors to either side of our house. I could even just feel those who lived across the street. All those minds, with all their individual thoughts began to make me feel dizzy. A wave of vertigo swept through me, at first I thought I was getting sick again. But the truth was it was just my first experience in embracing multiple minds. Which is never an easy task. I pulled back to just an awareness of my mom, already I was gaining more control over the power. Though I had no idea of its true potential. 

My mom's anxiety had spiked within her. She was worried why I hadn't gotten up yet. Without knowing what I did, I sent her reassuring thoughts calming her anxiety. Wonder of wonders it worked! Her anxieties eased and she relaxed. Her thoughts drifting in different paths. Not only could I read her mind but I could influence it as well! A whole world of possibilities opened up to me. But those plans would have to wait I realized. First things first, I had to eat. I was ravenously hungry.

So I threw on some flannel pants and headed down stairs. I was still watching my mom's mind when I entered the kitchen. She was surprised to see me up and healthy. Under her surprise though one of those dark pits in her mind move slightly and I felt her drive it back down with a firm will. Again I felt that wave of vertigo as I saw myself from her eyes, my vision almost doubling. But this was much easier to control that having so many minds in my head at once. I simply had to exercise some control on how much of her awareness I allowed to intrude upon my own. I liken it to listening to music while you're thinking of other things. Mom was aware of me though in a way that surprised me. Aware of me in a way that a woman is of a man. Her eyes wanted to linger of my shirtless chest and shoulders but instead she forced herself to meet my eyes saying, "You're up! Happy Birthday Sean! I've been so worried about you since you came home sick yesterday."

"Yea I guess the fever broke sometime during the night." I said lamely, moving over to the cupboard to get a bowl for some cereal.

"Don't worry about that, I am going to fix you some eggs and sausage. You're the birthday boy after all!" With that she puttered around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. "I cancelled the party for tonight because I thought you would be sick, but your sister is flying down from Seattle for the weekend. She'll be here tomorrow. So maybe we can plan something for then? I know your aunt is looking forward to coming to visit too."

"Whatever's fine. Tomorrow works. I'm still kinda tired so I just want to relax today anyway." I lied. I just sat at the kitchen table marvelling in my new awareness and playing with my power slightly. I desired poached eggs instead of the normal scramble mom usually makes. So I sent the thought to her. This time trying to pay more attention to how I did it. It seemed to be more a matter of will than anything else, but I was still a fledgling user. Without missing a beat in her chatter, she got a pot of water and started preparing poached eggs. I felt a giddy sensation washed over me and I realized it was joy mingled with just a little apprehension. The power was intoxicating. I pulled back into my own head and the comfort of only having to worry about my own thoughts. That first morning was one stunning realization after another for me.

I was fundamentally changed from the young man I had been the day before. The Power had removed me from my previous benign existence and I saw the world around me with new eyes. As my mom puttered around the kitchen, I looked at her as if for the first time. She is a beautiful woman. No she is gorgeous. She's of average height and slim with thick golden hair that hangs down to the middle of her back in loose curls. She usually has it pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face but this morning she had it down. At 41 she still has smooth flawless skin and an angelic face with bright blue eyes that shine when she laughs. Her wide full lipped mouth is ever ready with a beautiful smile too. Though she has always been thin of waist her hips flare out slightly and she has very large heavy breasts. Her breasts cause men and to stare wherever we go. Though she always dressed very conservatively, hiding her large tits underneath sweaters or loose blouses. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a thick robe this morning and I couldn't help but wonder how great her tits might look if they were free of that robe.

I hadn't thought about my mom that way since I was very young and just beginning to masterbate. I would take her panties out of the laundry and use them to masterbate with. Then I discovered porn and I moved on. I was definitely thinking about her that way now though. How could I have missed how incredibly sexy my mom was until just this moment? What could a little peak hurt though?

I decided to test some of my power out. My horney teenage mind making up all the justifications it needed. I sent a suggestion into my mom's mind. Then curious I reached out again and reviewed her thoughts. She was still talking, now about her sister Sharon who had just gotten back from a vacation to Hawaii, when she went to the cupboard and pulled out two plates. When she set them down on the table she leaned far over, much farther than she needed to and I got a great view down her robe. I could see the round curves of the insides of her tits and the dark shadow between them. I was staring hungrily when my mom looked up and caught me. 

I was reviewing her mind, so I caught her catching me in the act. I was embarrassed and she was instantly annoyed. Or at least she thought she should be annoyed. She tried to project annoyance to herself and outwardly to me as she turned back to the eggs and sausage. But again I felt that deep part of her mind stir and I could sense her excitement. A low tingle down in her pussy and her nipples becoming erect against her will. Once again though she drove the thoughts down, only this time I followed. I was forced to exert some fine control and extend a bit more power in order to see those secret parts of her mind. My full focus was demanded for the task. But what I found there amazed me.

What I saw within my mom's mind was her most secret fantasies and forbidden desires. I saw stories and videos she had read and watched. They were all of a theme. Incestuous relationships between a mother and her son. More so than that, they were of mothers who became subservient to their sons. Women who were either blackmailed, coerced or extreme submissives. All of whom found in their son's a perfect master. My mom had been fantasizing about this for years! I saw in a shame filled place of her mind a picture of me, taken after a waterpolo game the year before. I was just wearing a speedo and smiling for the camera with my arm around an ex-girlfriend. The picture was folded so the girl was hidden and it sat just beneath a small pink vibrator under a hidden panel in her nightstand. She tried so hard to ignore these thoughts. But often she would wake in the middle of the night restless and feeling a great emptiness inside. She would fantasize about me and play with herself, and for those few minutes feel complete. 

Years of this had apparently gone on where she was racked with secret guilt and shame. She had finally convinced herself about a year before that it was just fantasy and nothing more. Still though she tried to stay away from the thoughts as much as possible because the urges were so powerful.

I was concentrating so hard that I had completely ignored what my mom had been saying. The world snapped back into focus when she waved her hand right in front of my face. I broke off from her mind, exiting my trancelike state.

"Hello in there! Honey are you sure you're OK?" She asked with concern in her voice as she reached up and placed the back of her hand on my forehead.

"Yea sorry mom I was just daydreaming is all." I said while looking down and noticing the breakfast laying before me.

"Well you don't feel hot. I guess you... Oh my!" The shock in her voice caused me to look up. She was staring down at my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock and pointing straight up! My flannel pants were tented by a dick a number of inches bigger than the one I remember going to sleep with the night before. The hot and taboo thoughts in my mom's mind had made me incredibly horney. That realization came just on the heels of a powerful throbbing of my Power. I felt the Power become uncontrollable as my lust grew. It was a strange sensation but much like a muscle under too much strain it began to fluctuate wildly. Spasming out and in. I sensed the neighbors minds and even delved deeply into Mr. Reynolds head, reviewing his idyllic childhood even though I had no desire to. I tried to calm myself down but I was inside my mom's head too and she was staring at my crotch, with thoughts of my dick and all the things she dreamed about doing with it filling her mind. The combination of wild fluctuations, multiple minds and my own wild desires were causing me a great deal of pain. I didn't know how to control it all. The power was getting away from me.

"Oh God!" I said loudly, when a spike of Power drove a stabbing sensation through my brain.

"Oh baby, what's wrong?" Said mom when she saw the look of pain on my face. "What's going on with you?" She pulled my head to her chest cradling me like she had when I was younger. She was leaning down to hold me and her robe was already loose. One of her breasts nearly came out. The huge mound of flesh hanging down just inches from my face. The pain redoubled.

"I'm sorry mom." I heard myself saying in a croaking voice, "You are just so beautiful that sometimes I can't take it."

"What's that?" She asked. Pulling back slightly she looked down on me with a slight smile marring the look of concern on her face.

"I don't know." I said in all honesty. "I just... I just need... It's just I'm still trying to deal with...something." My needs were powerful and the pain climbed while they went unmet.

"Hush," She said as she stroked my hair back from my forehead. "Mommy knows what you need. I will take care of you." I was aware of her thoughts as she said this, she was thinking 'Oh my god Rebecca! You are going to do it! Why now of all times?! Because he needs this. I can tell, look at that thing. Why do I know, that without this relief, his life could be in danger?'

To this day I don't know if what happened was because I somehow used my Powers influence to guide my mom to the decision, or whether she came to it on her own. She says she would have done it one way or the other eventually and looking deep into her mind I have to agree.

My power still fluctuated wildly, there was now the snap of metal bending slightly from within drawers and small plumes of smoke erupting from thin air around the room. I had a sharp migraine and a throbbing in my loins that was reaching dangerous levels. So it was with blurry vision that I saw my mother kneel before me. There was a hungry look in her eyes as she reached up with tentative hands and slipped her fingers into the waistband of my pants. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"You need this Sean. Don't ask me why I know, but I do. And if you don't get relieved now whatever is going on could kill you." I wasn't certain that was the truth. At that moment though I wasn't sure of anything except the pain was becoming unbearable in my head and I feared hurting someone by the wild fluctuations. I heard my mom muttering under her breath, "Dear god forgive me I need this too."

Then she pulled down the top of my pants dragging them quickly under my butt and down around my ankles. My dick stood up big and hard before her face. It was definitely much bigger than it had been when I went to sleep the night before. I was always average size but now I was a good 10 inches and thick around. My mom made a small sound in the back of her throat, almost a grunt or a groan, when she saw my dick for the first time. Then reaching out almost in prayer she grasped the shaft in two hands. At the first contact of her cold hands I felt almost instant relief from the Power. It settled down right away and the pleasure of her hands washed over me.

For a while she just slowly pumped her hands up and down the shaft slowly staring at me in wonder. Then she looked up into my face to see what my reaction to this was. She saw love and pleasure and got the confirmation she needed that she was doing the right thing. I felt at her mind; that hollow place inside of her, that aching loneliness that had been there for years and years, it filled almost instantly. We looked into each others eyes, she down on her knees before me, me sitting in a chair like a throne before her, and we both knew things would never be the same. The thought made both of us happy and nervous.

My eyes traveled down her beautiful face to her perfect lips and then down her slim neck to the dark shadow at the V of her robes neckline. She followed my gaze and her mouth quirked in a knowing smile. She took one hand from my dick, the other continuing its gentle stroking, and pushed her robe down off her shoulders. Then slowly and sexily she pulled the robe open revealing first one magnificent breast and then the other. They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I was no virgin and I had seen more than my fair share of porn, but these tits put them all to shame. They were huge and heavy things with just a slight amount of sag to them. Her nipples were large, thick and pink. Standing out hard in her excitement.




The Power Ch. 01



"Do you like them?" She asked in a shy voice. One hand caressed them lightly, first cupping one and then sliding over to run along the bottom of the others nipple.

"Mom, they are amazing." I said breathlessly but that was about the extent of my vocabulary. This was all happening too fast. First the Power manifesting and now my mother topless and holding my dick.

"Good." She said with a measure of satisfaction. "They are all for you my Sean. All of me. Whatever you need and whenever you need it. I am here for you. My body is yours." Then she leaned forward and I watched the head of my dick slide past her thick red lips. The feeling of her warm wet mouth was amazing and I groaned in pleasure at the sensation. She sucked me back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. She pulled back and looked into my eyes as she slid her tongue around the head of my dick and kissing the tip before sucking me back into her mouth hungrily. She bobbed up and down and made her tits sway heavily beneath her.

I wanted her to know my pleasure so I quested into her mind and drove the pleasure there. There was already so much though. I could never have imagined that giving her own son head, could have made my mom so fulfilled and feel such intense pleasure but she was. The pleasure I sent into her drove her over the edge and with my dick in her mouth, one hand holding the shaft and the other pulling hard at one of her nipples she had a powerful orgasm. Watching my mom's with her eyes squeezed shut, shuddering and moaning around my dick and sucking uncontrollably hard as she came was enough to send me over the edge. I announced in a shaky voice, "I'm cumming mom!" But she just nodded her head and drawing back off my dick so she was just sucking on the head and stroking me fast. The orgasm hit me like a wave, rolling through my whole body and coming out in ropes of cum that my mom hungrily swallowed down. Or that's to say she tried to swallow down, my orgasm came out of me in the power too and hit her as well, driving her to another even more powerful orgasm. She shuddered back off my dick as her body was racked by powerful shudders and moans. The last few blasts of my cum splashing onto her chin and the tops of her swaying breasts.

There was a release of tension that had nothing to do with the powerful orgasm I had just had. I felt that muscle of Power in my head relax and swell in new strength. I had grown slightly in power in the wake of my release. Very interesting, I remember thinking. My mom just sat back on the kitchen floor where she had been kneeling. She was breathing heavily and looking up at me with a shy look on her face. Questing out to her quickly I found she was amazed at the powerful response she had without even touching her own pussy. She was also worried about how I was dealing with what we had just done. I eased her fears and at the same time smiled down at her with all the love I felt.

"God mom," I said, "That was amazing."

"No That thing is amazing," She said while pointedly looking at my dick. Then she looked up at me with a serious look, "You know Sean... what we just did..."

"I know mom. No one can ever know about it." I said, finishing her sentence. "Don't worry I will never tell anyone about what we do together."

"Good," She said, sounding reassured and when I checked her mind she was. "and I meant what I said too. Whatever you need. You just come to me. I am here to provide any loving you want." One of her hands was trailing a finger through the cum on her chest as she said that and she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from my cock.

I remembered her most secret fantasies weren't just about having sex with me, but about being subservient as well. So I said, "So you will do anything I ask of you? Satisfy my every want or desire?"

Her breath caught and she looked up into my face and replied in a quiet voice, "Yes Sean... I will."

"Then follow me." I said. And getting up I walked out through the living room and down the hallway to her bedroom. Questing out to her I felt her joy at following my command and the juices flowing in her once again when she saw where I was taking her.

I paused inside the doorway of her bedroom and when she walked in I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. She was a little hesitant at first, mostly because it had been so long since she'd kissed a man like that before. But soon she got into it. She even slipped her tongue into my mouth and before long we were moaning against each other. My hands roamed her body. Starting with her ass, I groped and fondled my way up to her massive tits. Cupping a heavy mound of flesh in one hand I gave her nipple a light pinch and she ground her crotch into my hard dick in response. Pulling back from her mouth I took the nipple into mine, sucking and nibbling on it lightly. All the while she moaned and whispered into my ear, while stroking my head and fondling my cock, "Oh my boy, my sweet Sean. I have been wanting this for so long. Your mom had been saving herself for you. I am going to make you feel so good. Anything you want baby, it's all for you."

The Power lay forgotten in the wake of this new pleasure, but my control and strength grows with every orgasm I have while in contact with a woman. In all my research I have yet to find the reason for this. Though I have a theory that has something to do with propagation of the species and the latent abilities with the Power needing to pass through bloodlines. It is all a bit academic and still needs a lot of research, but the fact remains; when I have sex I grow more powerful. When I am horney and can't get quick relief the Power grows erratic and wild. Bringing on severe migraines and even bleeding from the nose or ears. The men from the dreams advice, about securing a harem, would prove wise indeed.

Finally though, after sucking on those lovely tits for a long time I stepped back and sat on the bed. I pointed at my mom's pajama bottoms. "Take them off." I commanded. Meekly, and with a small smile on her lips, she slip the bottoms over her hips and let them fall to the ground. I caught my first glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy. I could see her curly golden hairs glistening with her juices even from where I sat and smell the musky aroma of her arousal. "I want you to suck it again before I fuck you." 

The words came out somewhat awkwardly. I had never used language like that around my conservative mother without being called down for it. This time though she moaned in pleasure and fell to her knees before me, taking my dick into her hands and mouth. She licked and sucked the length of it, lightly playing with my balls and then pulling me deeply into her mouth. The feeling was just as incredible as it had been when she did it before. Again I pushed pleasure into her. Telling her to look into my eyes as I drove her past the heights and into another big orgasm. The look in her eyes as she came almost drove me to orgasm myself, but I exerted some control. 

I pulled out of her mouth as she finished shuddering and scooted back onto the bed. She knew what to do. Crawling up and spreading her legs outside of mine she straddled my waist. My big dick lay flat against my stomach and she pressed her wet pussy against it. The desperate look on her face said she meant to push it straight in. But I reached up and took hold of her hips. Grabbing them firmly with two hands and looking up at the awesome sight of her sitting upon me. Her tits hanging down, perfect and shapely and her hair a glorious golden tousled mess. She took ahold of my forearms and looked down on me with a mixture of lust and love.

"There is no going back now, mom." I said with a self control I didn't know I had.

"Oh god baby, I know.' She said. Then she leaned down and kissed me deeply. Her lips so soft against mine. 

Then I rocked her hips down into the mattress feeling the tip of my dick slide along her wet lips. The head found her hole and slid in slightly. Her whimpers of pleasure against my mouth drove all thought from me and I tried to push right inside her but she was tight. Very tight. Her pussy felt so warm, wet and amazing. Like a heaven built for my dick alone. I had to go slowly though, my newfound size filling her more completely than she ever thought possible. Sliding in and out I fit an inch or two more in with each careful thrust. When I was halfway in her body went stiff. Her hands clutching at my shoulders and neck tightly, her nails digging into me and her breath coming in heavy pants. I could feel the walls of her pussy tightened convulsively around my dick and I used the flutters of her muscles to slid all the way home. Once I was fully inside her she had her most powerful orgasm yet. The force of it amazed me and obviously startled her.

"Oh god!... Fuck!... Never Baby...God! Fucking never been... so full!... Cumming so hard!" She panted the words out in gasps. I had never heard her swear like that and it was a powerful turn on for me. I knew she probably needed a second to recover but I couldn't help myself. Taking ahold of her ass with two hands I started driving up into her. Fucking her with long hard strokes. Our moans and groans filled the room and our sweaty bodies mingled as I drove into her with varying degrees of speed and power, trying to stave off my own orgasm and enjoy this for as long as possible.

Mom had several more orgasms as we fucked, I think at one point she even passed out from pure pleasure. But as my orgasm approached she could sense the urgency in me. She leaned back, sitting up straight on my dick and fondled her big tits with two hands. Rocking her hips back and forth I could feel her clenching and unclenching her pussy around my dick. It was the greatest feeling I'd ever felt. She reached down and took up my hands, placing them on her tits and kneading them in. Looking down on me with such utter lust; and that was the greatest sight I'd ever seen.

"God Sean!... Your amazing! Fuck mommy baby! You fuck her so good! Please cum in me. I wan't to feel you." She leaned back down as she said this, kissing me deeply. "I want to feel you shoot inside me Sean." 

Waves of warm tight joy spread through me and I let her feel them too. I drove the pleasure into her, bringing her to orgasm at the same time as me. My toes curled and my brain was a white wall of bliss. Atop me my mom had a series of convulsions and she was yelling out loudly in her joy. Her hands clawed at me and I pulled on her nipples, biting and sucking on her neck

We both finally came to rest and I could feel our mingled juices leaking out of her and down my balls in a cool flood. We were both covered in sweat, our hair matted to our heads and more fulfilled than we ever had been before. I felt at the Power, marvelling at newfound strength. But I wouldn't get a chance to play with it yet. I had another new toy.

"I love you Sean." Mom whispered in my ear. Then she whispered fiercely, "God that was amazing. I never imagined it could be that good."

"I love you too mom." I said back to her. "This is only the beginning too."

She nipped at my ear saying, "I don't know how much more of that I can take."

"You'll take it every minute of everyday if I tell you to!" I growled in her ear, giving her ass a hard slap. I don't know where it came from but I found my new role as the dominant one very compelling. Mom gave a yelp of pleasure and pain at this. I could sense burning desire to serve and deep fulfillment when I quested out to her mind.

We lay in bed for another couple hours. Kissing and making love. I took her in every position I could think of. The sex just kept getting better and better. Neither of us could believe it. My power grew in strength with every orgasm. Her favorite was when we were walking to her bathroom to shower and the sight of her round ass swaying before me got me horney again. I bent her over the dresser right there and took her from behind. I fucked her almost violently, mauling at her heavy tits and watching the look of pleasure on her face in the mirror atop the dresser. We came with her screaming out my name, her legs giving out beneath her. She sagged against the dresser only kept up by my weight pressed up against her. 

When we got into the shower she spent a lot of time washing me. Taking special attention of my cock, she couldn't help herself and spent a good 5 minutes blowing me with the water raining down on her head, then slipping my dick between her tits and coaxing me on as I fucked them. I wanted something else though. So I told her to stand up and face the wall. Grabbing her hips I pulled them out towards me. Then spreading her cheeks I squeezed out a dollop of liquid soap onto her asshole, massaging it in with a finger.

"Oh god Sean." She said while looking over a shoulder and back at me. "I've never done it there before and you're so big. You might rip me open."

"I have never done it either." I said, "but I have always wanted to."

"For you then baby," She said leaning back and kissing me. "Just be careful."

"I will be. Relax." I said. Then reaching out I sent reassurance and relaxation into her mind. I kept up my monitoring, to make sure the pain never became too intense for her and that she relaxed her ass when I was entering her. It took some time but eventually I was able to slip all if it inside her. To both of our surprise mom had a large orgasm once I got all the way in. She had several more as I fucked away at her ass. Playing with her tits and massaging her clit as I fucked her both hard and slow then faster as I neared orgasm. I didn't cum inside her though, I thought that might get messy. Instead I pulled out and let the shower wash my dick clean, mom dropped to her knees and swallowed my load, frigging herself as she did so to another orgasm.

Finally exhausted, and after a quick meal of sandwiches. Plus a quickie with her bent over the sink. We passed out in her bed. It was a great birthday all told. I was just beginning to learn my power, but as I drifted off to sleep I sent my awareness out once again, amazed that I could now encompass several streets worth of houses. Many dozens of people held within my minds-eye. Though the vertigo was still there, it was less than it had been. I would need to practice at it, and spend some time discovering everything else the Power allowed me to do. I knew I was just scratching the surface of my capabilities. I drifted off to sleep wondering about the other things the men from my dream had talked about. Who was the Enemy? What were the drawbacks to my new found Power?

A dreamless sleep found me. I woke up rested to a warm wet sensation. Mom was sucking my stiff dick into her mouth, making loud slurping noises and she fingered herself beneath the blankets. I took her there first thing in the morning, letting her ride herself to several powerful orgasms before i shot off inside her. She collapsed beside me already covered in sweat from our lovemaking. I sent out my awareness reassuring myself that the Power wasn't a dream. No it was still there and stronger now from having just cum.

"Your sister, aunt and cousin should be showing up around noon." Mom said as she nuzzled into my neck. Her love and fulfillment coming off her in waves. "We better get this out of your system before they get here." She said with a little giggle and a flick of her hand at my slowly deflating dick.

"Who said we have to stop when they're here?" I asked in mock puzzlement.

"Mom looked at me with wide eyes, before smiling and swatting my chest playfully. "You're bad mister."

"Thats Master to you mom." I said in a stern voice. Mom looked up at me meekly and nodded, I could feel the juices oozing out of her pussy and her intense joy when I said that title. "And I will fuck whomever I want, wherever I want and whenever I want." Mom nodded meekly at this too and when I reached out to her mind I saw her mulling over the idea of me fucking her sister or daughter. The idea wasn't repellant to her and with just a slight push she would even welcome watching. Aunt aunt Sharon and Mary are both hot as well, if not quite as stunning as mom. I began thinking again about the idea of a harem. We would have to see what the day brought.



The Power Ch. 02



Michael lay in bed that night and reflected on the evening before. He told himself that there was a rational explanation for everything. The belief in this new power gave him the confidence to do something he wouldn't normally do. Michael told himself that nothing that had happened was inexplicable. Surely, he thought, it was more likely that he had simply got lucky with a horny waitress than he had some mystical power. He fell asleep with his rational mind dismissing his power. Deep down though, his unconscious knew his power was real. That night Michael dreamt.

The hotel room was beautiful. The décor reeked of decadence and the furniture looked liked it could have been made for a king. Michael had never been in a place like it. He wondered if his monthly salary might cover one night here. He doubted it.

"It doesn't cost anything, Michael. It's not real," the voice drifted from what Michael assumed was the en suite bathroom. "You're dreaming."

Michael almost answered the voice, contradicting the assertion. Then he realised that it spoke the truth. As he stood on the thick, soft carpet in his bare feet and dressing gown admiring his surroundings his mind adjusted to the fact that none of this was really happening. That his body was laying in his own bed in his shithole apartment and his existence here was only imaginary.

Only one question remained. "So why does it feel so real?"

"Because you need to know something, Mike. This isn't an ordinary dream."

"You're telling m..." Michael started but he was stopped in his tracks when she walked out of the bathroom.

The woman stepped out into his line of vision wrapped in a towel. Her long blond hair cascaded down onto her exquisite smooth shoulders and her beautiful thick ruby lips parted slightly in a smile at Michael's reaction. The towel barely concealed her curvy figure and her bare legs begged to be touched and caressed. Michael recognised her instantly.

"You're Christina Aguilera," he blurted.

"No shit, Sherlock," Christina said. "Well, I'm not really her of course. It's just that I've taken her form for now. I'm really just something you're brain has created to fulfil a task." She grinned, mischievously. "You can still call me Christina though."

Michael grinned back. "So you're like part of me. Does that mean if we fuck then it would be like fucking myself? I've never had a problem with masturbation personally."

"You're a horny bastard aren't you?" Christina said. "First we need talk. Fancy a drink?"

The gorgeous Christina shaped dream creature of Michael's unconscious headed for the mini bar. She grabbed a handful of miniature bottles of vodka and sat on the edge of the king size bed alongside Michael. They each opened a bottle and took a swig.

"So..." Michael said. "Why are we here?"

"It's about your power, Michael." Christina said. Her tone had become more serious, more businesslike. "You have something very special."

"So you're here to tell me to use my powers for good? For the good of mankind, something like that?" Michael asked sarcastically.

"No," Christina said, evenly. "I'm here to explain that you have more power than you know. Already you have begun to doubt the limited powers you have successfully tested. We understand that, Michael. First let me ask you, what is the power you have?"

Michael shrugged. "When I ask someone to do something they do it."

"Lesson one: You don't need to ask. A thought is all you need. When you seduced Emma tonight you didn't need to ask. All you needed to do was think "Fuck" and she would've obliged."

"So, if I think, 'Fuck me now, Christina'..." Michael said, thinking exactly that.

"Talk about a one track mind," Christina said in mock exasperation. "Well I wouldn't want you losing the faith, I suppose."

She squirmed her body on the bed and positioned herself on Michael's knee. He could feel her ass press against him, agonisingly close to his cock. He put his hand on her silky smooth thigh and very softly caressed her skin. She moved her head close to his and their eyes locked. He saw the lust he felt reflected in the look she gave him. Slowly his mouth moved close to those blood red lips he had long fantasised about. Gently their mouth pressed against each other in sensuous kiss. He moved his hand higher caressing her hip and moved back down her thigh enjoying the silky feel of her skin.

Their kiss was slow but intense. Slowly he introduced his tongue into her mouth and she greeted its arrival letting out a soft moan. There tongues indulged in a slow waltz, moving into each others mouth as if in time to unheard music. The intensity of the kiss and closeness of her body caused Michael's own manhood to grow, pressing into Christina's hip.

Reluctantly, Christina broke the kiss and climbed off Michael's knee. Momentarily disappointed that they proximity was broken; Michael soon let the disappointment dissipate as the gorgeous dream creature let her towel fall to the floor revealing her fully naked body.

Michael's mouth literally hung open at the amazing sight that he beheld. He admired first of all her perfect tits with perfectly formed pink nipples hard with desire. His eyes followed her body down her flat stomach with a sexily pierced navel to her sex. Her pussy was bald and her clit peaked out and glistened with her juices.

Michael removed his own robe to leave his own body as naked as hers and with his cock standing to attention. He picked Christina into his arms and gently laid her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her again, this time more vigorously as their desires became more pressing. Their tongues this time fought rather than danced. He moved his way down her body kissing the nape of her neck down the curve of her breast and onto her left nipple. He took the nipple into his mouth and flicked the nub with his tongue. Christina groaned with pleasure. As he worked one nipple with his mouth he used his left hand to massage her other breast.

"Oh my God, Michael," Christina gasped. "That feels amazing."

Spurred on by her vocal encouragement Michael worked his way further down her body. His tongue left a trail of saliva on her stomach down to her pierced naval. He planted soft kisses on her perfectly flat stomach as Christina massaged her own tits roughly. From this vantage point Michael could see that her pussy was beginning to ooze with pure desire. Not wanting to rush things, Michael momentarily avoided Christina's pussy and kissed and stroked the inside of her thighs.

"Please, my pussy needs you," Christina begged.

She didn't have to ask twice. Michael positioned his hands under Christina's toned ass and attached his mouth to her pussy. Michael had always enjoyed eating pussy but this was the sweetest pussy he had ever eaten. He greedily lapped at her clit and drank the juices that were leaking from her sex.

"Yes!!! Ooh, Yeah!!" Christina screamed and moaned as she writhed on the bed.

Michael had to grab Christina's hips so he could keep his tongue in her pussy as she continued to squirm. He began to pick up the pace with his tongue as he felt his lover near orgasm.

"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!" she chanted, progressively louder. Finally she let out an orgasmic howl, her body stiffening in a massive climax.

Michael continued to lap at her pussy as she orgasmed. She shuddered a few times as her body came down from her orgasm. He has eaten pussy many times before and had never had a reaction like that before. Well, it is a dream, he supposed.

Reluctantly leaving her pussy he clambered on top of Christina and met her at eye level. He gazed at her in pure lust. If anything more she was beautiful in her post-orgasmic state. Again he kissed her.

"I taste good don't I?" Christina asked impishly, as they broke their kiss.

"Not bad," Michael replied smiling down. "My cock needs a taste though."

Christina surprised Michael by grabbing him and wrestling him onto his back. "I can see what you mean," she said referring to his cock that stood proudly engorged, pointing at the ceiling.

She climbed onto him and gently lowered herself onto his cock. Michael gasped as his cock entered her tight, lubricated pussy. She eased down taking his length down to the hilt. She began rotating her hips as she eased herself up and down fucking Michael as her pussy walls massaged his cock expertly.

"Yeah that feels good, baby." Michael said. He reached out and began massaging her tits and pinching her hard nipples as she began to pick up the pace. He moved his hand onto her hips as he began to encourage her to bounce on his cock.

Her tits began to bounce as she rocked up and down his cock. They groaned and moaned in unison as their inevitable mutual orgasm neared.

"Come for me baby," Christina said. "Come right...

...now." Michael's eyes snapped opened as his sheets covered in the juices of his wet dream. The morning light filtered through the curtains and could hear his own heart beating as he recovered from the dream.

As he lay in bed he mulled over the dream, its contents remained crystal clear yet the meaning enigmatic. The questions remained. Was it really a dream? Is his power real? Can he really control people with his mind? Did he really fuck Christina Aguilera? Michael didn't know the answers but he knew one thing. He was going to find out.



The Power Ch. 02-03



This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18 and figments of the authors twisted imagination.

This story is a repost. I had it up here a while back and took it down. Many people asked to see it again so I am reposting and finishing it here.

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Chapter 2

The Power had come on me so suddenly, and then with the chaotic day and evening I spent with my mom I hadn't been able to come to grips with everything that was happening to me. So the morning of that second day, after a few hours in bed with my mom, I decided to leave the house for a while. After eating a large breakfast I got ready to head out. Mom gave me a kiss goodbye at the front door. It was deep and filled with passion. It got me hard instantly.

I wanted her right there and then. So I ordered her to turn around and hold onto the banister. She threw me a look of lascivious hunger and turned around pushing her ass out at me. I dragged open my fly and lifted up my shirt, tucking it under my chin. Once I had my dick out I grabbed the bottom of her long conservative skirt and dragged it over her hips. The minx had anticipated my horny teenage needs and hadn't worn any panties under the skirt.

"Oh yes Sean!" She moaned as I pulled up the skirt, "One final time before your aunt and cousin get here!"

I had other ideas about what would happen once my aunt and cousin got to the house later, but I was too preoccupied with the sight of the wide white ass before me, to think about them now. Without warning or even bothering to really aim, I took a hold of her hips and drove my dick straight into her pussy with full force. She was so wet that I slid right in.

"Oohh...Yes!!" Mom moaned loudly as I bottomed out in her. I scanned her mind with the Power and saw she was already on the verge of an orgasm. Wanting to feel the spasming walls of her cunt convulse around my cock, I drove pleasure into her, sending her over the edge. "OHHH MYY GOD!!" She screamed out loudly. Needless to say I wasn't disappointed as I started pistoning in and out of her, her pussy shuddering all around my dick.

"You fill me up Sean! No one has ever filled me up like this!" As I pounded into her I could see her hands in a white knuckled grip on the banister. It didn't take long for her to have another shaking orgasm, this one unassisted by the Power. Her massive tits bounced wildly up and down within the loose blouse she wore. I couldn't help myself so I reached forward and took a big handful of tit flesh, squeezing it firmly and pinching at the large nipple poking against the fabric.

The feel and sight of my mother, so wanton and slutty beneath me, pushing back against my dick and grunting in pure pleasure; soon drove me over the edge. "I am cumming mom... Tell me. Where do you want it?"

"Oh god baby! Inside me, please! I want to feel your cum inside me all day!" I didn't need any more instruction. I shot off a huge load inside her pussy, filling it up. My orgasm once more crashing through me in a wave of pleasure that spilled out of me, through the Power, and into her. Screaming and collapsing against the banister my mom almost passed out with the force of her Power induced orgasm. Once more, in the wake of orgasmic bliss I felt my Power burgeon within.

How far would it grow? Would every sexual encounter make me stronger? These questions hovered on the edge of my thoughts, slightly disturbing and intriguing at the same time. With no ready answers I would have to wait until I got more data.

Pushing off my mom I said, "I am heading out to take care of some things. Get yourself cleaned up and the house ready for Aunt Sharon."

"Yes master." My mom said with an impish smile on her lips. Giving her ass one last firm slap and feeling a measure of satisfaction at her grunt of pleasure. I headed out of the house and drove off in her brand new Prius.

My plans was far from fully established but I needed some time to think. I kept my Power under firm control when driving. I worried what might happen if I became distracted. I made my way across town along the back roads, for no particular reason other than I liked the drive. I ended up at a large park out on the county roads, one designed for hiking and horseback riding. I parked in an out of the way place and sat thinking for a long time. I pulled out some scratch paper and a pen from the glove box and made myself a short list of what I needed to get done.

1: Secure a harem for building up my power base.

2: Explore my capabilities with the Power more fully.

3: Establish a large and secure source of income.

4: Figure out what those men from the dream were talking about when they spoke of an Enemy.

Looking at the list it seemed unfinished, but these things would keep me busy for a while. I had already started on the Harem, with my mom, and there was something very comforting in the thought of its members being from my own family. I knew their deep love for me would be a great basis for my Power to work upon. I had a moment's pause about the moral ramifications of what I planned to do. But quickly I realized normal morality didn't apply to me anymore. I was operating on some higher level now. Of course this would have to be within reason. My teenage mind was coping with a massive amount of power and possibility. Tyranny didn't lay too far off I knew. That old adage ran through my head, 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely'.

Feeling a little more secure, I stepped out of the car and entered the forest. I spent several hours playing with the Power there. Much of what I tried to do I did from reflex and not conscious thought. It would take a lot more practice till I understood exactly what I was doing. But after those hours of practice I found there was much I could do. I could move small objects with my mind, start and put out fires and freeze and thaw water. I already knew about reading and influencing minds but I found I could do the same with animals. Though some things didn't translate. For instance a squirrel I found; I was able to get it to come down out of a tree and climb on my shoulder, but it couldn't grasp the idea of sitting up to beg, and its thoughts were so foreign and thin compared to a human mind that I wasn't sure how to translate. With enough study of its mind I knew I could, but I didn't have the time.

Several hours had passed and I was growing slightly weary from all the expenditures of Power. It was the first time I had grown tired from direct use of the power, and it had taken me a few hours to do so. But then again I was a lot stronger now than I had been the day before. So I headed back to the car and drove downtown. I parked by an open air mall and walked through the light press of people who were enjoying a warm Saturday afternoon of shopping. I found I could expand my thoughts now to include about two dozen minds without getting the double vision and vertigo that trying to read too many induced. It is always a strange experience having so many thoughts rolling around in my head. I'm not sure I can explain it in a way that would make sense to you. But I will try. Imagine juggling three different balls, but each of those balls are talking to you about different things. No matter what you do, you are forced to focus on all three conversations at once, splitting your awareness, while at the same time continuing to juggle. I guess it is somewhat like that. Now imagine doing that with twelve balls, one hundred balls or even a million. Difficult doesn't even begin to explain it.

At the end of the mall was a small bank. Before entering I sent out my thoughts to the branch manager, causing him to turn off the cameras, then I went in. I sat down at the loan officer's desk and pushed my thoughts out to all the people in the bank convincing them to ignore me. The loan officer was a surprisingly attractive little Asian woman. She must have been about thirty years old. She looked up and smiled when I sat down. She had large brown eyes and a bright white smile that lit up her face. I felt a stirring in my loins and the beginnings of a Power headache, but I tried to ignore them both.

"Hello young man," she said with just the trace of an accent. "My name is Asuka. How may I help you today?" I was just finishing pressing my thoughts on the other employees, making sure they wouldn't notice or remember me, when I gave her a smile in return.

"Hello Asuka, my name is Sean. I have some questions about different loans." I said.

"Very well." Her eyes lit up and when I sent my awareness into her I could tell she was excited about the prospect of selling a loan, though a bit dubious that a 19yr old kid would qualify. As she dug into her drawer pulling out packets of glossy paperwork, filled with information on different loans, I took the opportunity to dig deeply into her mind. Looking for information on what I sought took only a second. I found it and also a wealth of sexual images that caused my headache to grow. This woman was a nympho! Literally! She would go to clubs every weekend and pick up the first dude who hit on her, fucking him in the bathroom or the alley behind the club. She might do this several times in a night if she found the opportunity. She and a girlfriend were regulars at several clubs in the City, the two of them having an almost insatiable desire for sex. Somehow Asuka had managed not to catch VD yet or not since her last test. It was just a matter of time though, especially with the wanton lifestyle she led. The image of this tiny woman hungrily devouring cock in all her holes had my head throbbing in pain. But I tried to ignore it, dragging forth the loan information I had gotten from her.

"I need a working capital loan for a non-profit organization I've started." I managed to get out.

She paused and regarded me with a somewhat disbelieving stare, "You have all the paperwork to prove your organization exists and the requisite government tax documents?"

"I haven't brought them in with me today, I was just here shopping different rates." I said thinking fast. I could just force her to give me the loan without taking any paperwork, but someone higher up in the bank would probably question it. I felt the need to be as discreet as possible, thus the cameras.

"Very well. How much of a line of credit would you need?" She asked while sorting through the paperwork on her desk.

"I believe 2 million to start out with will be enough." I replied.

"Oh my," Asuka said, "That is a larger sum than we can handle at this branch, but I can handle the loan through our corporate office." Her eyes took on a look of interest as she gazed at me now. "Tell me Sean what does your non-profit do?"

I already had an answer prepared for this one, but my headache was pounding now. There was a throbbing ache just behind my eyes. "We provide textbooks for inmates. Books for them to pass their GED and different college courses. As well as vocational study guides." I squeezed my eyes shut at a sharp spike of pain lanced through my mind. I could feel the power starting to fluctuate once again as it had the day before with my mom.

"Are you OK Sean?" Asuka asked with concern in her voice.

"I am sorry," I managed to get out. "There wouldn't happen to be a place I could be alone for a few minutes is there?"

"I am not sure what you mean by alone... There is the bathroom." She said. "Would that work?"

"Yes!" I said. A fluctuation Power had thrown me deep into her mind, calling up sordid details of her past. An eighteen year old Asuka riding her best friend's dad's cock in his den late at night, her at college drunk and eating out her dorm mate, Asuka the weekend before, swallowing some strangers cum in a dirty bathroom stall while her best friend Sylvia watched and masturbated. "Please... help me there." I croaked while staggering to my feet.

Asuka came around the desk and helped me up. Her thoughts alternating from concern, to the fantasies of doing dirty things in the bathroom of work she had never had the heart to fulfill. We staggered to the bathroom. One of my arms was thrown over her shoulder as she struggled to keep me upright. We got into the bathroom and I shut the door firmly behind us. I flipped the latch on the lock and turned back to regard the tiny loan officer.

"Sean?" She asked with a breathy voice. "What are you doing? Why did you lock the door?"

I stood there leaning against the door staring at the slight woman before me. She was dressed in a black pantsuit that clung tightly to her thin frame with her hair up in a bun and bangs framing her cute face. Her breasts were small, but she had a lovely little round ass that stood out proudly in her slacks. 'Yes she would do nicely for my harem', I thought.

"Take off those clothes woman." I managed to get out through gritted teeth. It wasn't just the pain in my head, it was the control I was forced to exert to keep the Power under some semblance of control.

"What?!" She asked. Placing a hand against her breast. "Get outta my way. Let me out of here!"

It took all the control I could muster up but I drove myself back into her mind. She wanted me I could tell but her natural instincts of self preservation were over riding her desire. She was scared and unsure of what was going on with me. I overrode these thoughts though and without my usual control I implanted a powerful change in her. No longer would she desire sex with random strangers. Now she would only get pleasure from pleasing me. All of her great sexual impulses would now be focused on me and my desires.

I didn't mean for the Power to hit her so hard, it was a wild fluctuation. But it drove all thought from her mind except the thought of pleasing me and thus pleasing herself. Asuka tore at her clothes in her haste to get them off her body. The sounds of buttons popping off and cloth tearing accompanied her. I could barely make her out as she stood naked before me because the pain had become so intense. I felt a trickle of warm fluid dribble out of my nose and then she was on me. Tearing at my clothes and kissing my lips and neck. Her hand found my rock hard cock pressed against my pants and she growled loudly in desire, almost tearing my pants in her haste to free my dick it from its confines. The second her hands and lips touched me I felt the pain vanish and the Power suddenly calmed within. I had been holding it in check with such force of will that I sagged in relief more from no longer having to control the Power than the absence of pain.

I felt a wet warmth on my cock and looked down to see Asuka hungrily sucking me down her throat, trying her best to fit me as far down as she could. While gently fondling my balls with one hand. The other had two fingers fucking in and out of her sopping pussy. The sounds she was making as she choked on my dick were a big turn on, but when I expanded my awareness into her mind what I found there filled me with a mixture of revulsion and awe. In my desperate need for relief and the powerful push of my uncontrollable power I had completely buried the woman Asuka beneath a powerful geas. Before me was the shell of a human being, filled with nothing more that the desire to please me. I was awed by my ability to do this to someone, and I was repulsed by the act, which was tantamount to murder of the psyche.

Part of my mind couldn't help but revel in the pleasure she was giving me. Her mouth was like a vacuum. I hated to admit it but Asuka was far more experienced at giving head than my mother. Far better than any woman who had ever sucked my dick, the feeling of her mouth and hand were euphoric. With the Power I dug deeply into her mind, drawing forth the woman I had buried under my powerful commands. Sweat began to pop out on my forehead from the delicate and strenuous work of prying off my suggestions. It took time and the distraction of her mouth on my dick didn't help, but eventually I was able to restore most of the woman to herself. I left in much lighter versions of the commands I had first placed on her. That she would seek no other partners but me and that pleasing me was how she would get relief.

Soon though I stopped working on her mind and focused on her kneeling before me naked. She had yet to cum, and I realized that she almost never came to orgasm while having sex or masturbating. This was part of her constant frustration. I reached down and grabbed her hair lifting her off my dick. There was an audible pop as she came off my cock still staring at it hungrily. I pulled her face to mine kissing her deeply and reached down to replace the hand she had working on her cunt with mine. The second I touched her sex I drove pleasure into her mind, at the same time tearing down the walls within her psyche that kept her from normally getting relaxed enough to cum.

"Fuck!!" She mumbled against my mouth. Her whole body shook against me with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. While she was still cumming, I picked her up and plopped her ass down on the nearest sink. "Yes baby!" She nearly screamed at me, "Fuck me with that big thing!" Her lips were pulled back in a near snarl as she hooked her legs around my waist pulling me close. Her legs were surprisingly strong for being such skinny things. It was all I could do to aim my dick at her hole and then I was inside her. She wasn't nearly as tight as my mom, but she felt amazing. I especially love how her whole body got into it. As I fucked in and out of her, her hands ran all over my body and through my hair. They never stopped. She locked her fingers behind my neck and interlocked her ankles behind my ass. Before I knew it she had lifted herself up on my hips and was fucking down on me! I just stood there as this wanton slut got herself off on my dick. She drove herself to another orgasm without me helping her at all. A warm wetness sprayed out all over my cock and balls. She was squirting!

The sight of her head thrown back, guttural moans coming from her throat and her little titties jiggling as she humped up and down on my dick had me to the brink of orgasm quickly. "Get ready bitch, I am cumming in this little pussy!" I yelled.

"Do it! Do it! Cum you motherfucker! God damn it this is the greatest fuck ever!" When I started cumming deep inside her she opened her eyes and looked deeply into mine with tremendous pleasure. Then she sat down hard on my cock, once again the power sending my own pleasure out of me and into her. Throwing her into a far more powerful orgasm that she had ever had before. Her juices were shooting out all over me, drenching my crotch and the pants down around my ankles. Once more, as with every time I have an orgasm with a woman, I felt the power burgeon with strength inside me.

After her shudders had subsided Asuka clung to me weakly saying, "Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!" Over and over under her breath. Then lifting herself off me with shaky legs and arms she looked up with utter devotion, giving me a deep and slow kiss.

"That is what I have been waiting for my whole life." She said while looking into my eyes, "I don't know where you came from Sean, but I need this cock again and again!" She reached down and softly gripped my dick.

I smiled down at her, "Then I guess I can get your number?" I asked with a cocky smile on my lips.

"Yes!" Asuka said, "And you better call me too. This was nothing, I will rock your world boy. I promise." Giving her mind a light scan I saw that she would too. She was willing to do anything to get my dick.

"Good. Cause I want you again." I said while disengaging myself from her. Then remembering her friend I said, "Perhaps you can bring a friend along too."

A thrill of pleasure at the knowledge that she could fulfill my desire coursed through Asuka and she said, "I know just the girl."

We spent some time getting ourselves put back together and I did my best to ignore her sexy ass as she pulled her pant suit back on. She had some trouble hiding the missing buttons and torn seams but in eventually she was happy with the way she looked. Meanwhile I monitored the minds of those outside the bathroom, making sure any memory of our loud sex was wiped from their minds. Before leaving the bank I made sure to get Asuka's number. As well as leaving the commands in her mind to send me all the requisite paperwork for my non-profit and loan application. Then moving quickly back through the mall, so people wouldn't notice the big wet stain on my pants I made it back to the car.




The Power Ch. 02-03



There was something strange though. When I got into the car I found the door unlocked and I distinctly remembered locking it. Searching through the car I found nothing of value had been taken. The piece of scratch paper I had made my notes on was missing though. Could this be the work of the Enemy or one of his henchmen? Or perhaps a strange thief? All the sudden what I just did at the bank and with Asuka seemed very foolish to me. I had been too exposed. I would need to take more care when heading out into public in the future. I drove back home with these dark thoughts rolling through my mind. When I pulled into the drive it was still early afternoon. My aunt and cousin hadn't shown up yet.

I walked into the house to the smell of roasting meat. I could hear mom in the kitchen puttering around, preparing a feast to welcome all our guests. When entered the kitchen she flashed me a big grin with her ruby red lips. She was wearing a small red and white dress that flared out from the hips stopping just past her knees and it clung tightly to her bosom. Over the dress was a pink and white apron with ruffles around the edge and on her feet were a low pair of red heels. Her hair was teased up and she had carefully applied makeup.

"God mom, you look amazing!" I managed to get out, while scanning her body up and down.

She noticed me devouring her with my hot gaze and did a slow spin holding her arms out to the sides, "Do you like it? I put these on just for you." She could see the undisguised lust in my eyes and she raised her hand in a warding gesture, "Now now mister. Don't go getting any ideas, Sharon and Mary should be here in the next couple hours. We can't afford to get caught."

"I will say what we can't afford to do." I said in a growl. "Get over here."

"Sean we can't!" Mom protested, while smoothing the apron against her flat stomach.

"Do I have to give you a direct order...slave?" Reaching out with my mind I was curious how she would take that. I didn't want to use the power on my mom but I had a powerful need for her at that moment. It took less than a second to delve into her mind and see how turned on she was by my use of the term slave. Even before I said that she was prepared do whatever I wanted. She would do it with her own sister and niece looking on if it gave me pleasure. She was drawing this out like foreplay.

"No master. This is my fault." She said in a small voice as she sashayed over to me. "I dressed this way to turn you on. So it's my job to get you off." That last came out in a fierce whisper. The possessive quality in her voice was endearing and a big turn on. My dick was rock hard against my pants. As she knelt before me I remembered having sex with the squirting Asuka, and how I had yet to clean up from it.

"You will clean my cock of the whore I just fucked and get me ready to fuck your ass." I was enjoying pushing my mom to her limits, or at least testing whether or not she had any with me.

Mom was on her knees unbuckling my belt when I said this and she froze in place. Carefully not looking me in the eyes she said, "You fucked a whore?"

I gave her mind a scan and found the thought of me with another woman excited her, so long as I came home to her afterward. But she was worried about me catching some disease, so I decided to reassure her.

"She was a loan officer at the bank. A good catholic girl, who's practically a virgin." The lie couldn't hurt. I could tell mom was instantly reassured.

"You are insatiable Sean." Mom purred as she pulled down my pants. Then with a note of pride in her voice she said, "I bet you gave her the fuck of her life." She held my rapidly hardening cock gently in her hands, the evidence of my most recent conquest had dried in a white mess all around the base of my cock and in my pubic hair. She leaned forward tentatively and licked at the base of my cock tasting Asuka's and my mingled juices. I enjoyed the view down the top of her dress.

"Have you ever tasted pussy before mom?" I asked her.

"No, never." Mom replied before getting back to work on my cock. She licked and sucked up and down my dick, cleaning it off. "Does it turn you on to watch your mother taste another woman on you?"

"Oh yeah," I moaned. The pleasure of her mouth and hands were getting to me now.

"Good." She said with satisfaction in her voice. "Maybe someday you can watch me eat your cum out of another woman. Would you like that?" I gave a start of surprise and stared down at my mom. She was looking up and met my eyes with a wicked grin on her face, clearly satisfied that she had stunned me. Scanning her mind I found she was willing to do it too! The thought of me getting off on the sight of her face in another woman's pussy was enough to make her willing and ready.

"God damn mom, you are one hot bitch!" I groaned.

"Language young man!" She said with mock severity.

I just smiled at her and reached down grabbing the back of her head and shoved my dick in her mouth. I fucked her face for a few minutes, marveling how she came to a powerful orgasm without my using the power on her once. Her beautiful perfect red lips stretching around my dick. After she had cum and when my dick was covered in saliva I told her to bend over the sink. She knew what was coming, so she lifted her dress up, pulling down the skimpy pair of black panties she wore and grabbed a hold of the edge of the sink. Looking back over her shoulder at me with a lusty gaze.

I stepped up behind her taking a hold of her hip with one hand and slid my dick into her sopping tight wet pussy with the other. I coated it in her juices. Mom moaned loudly and started cumming the second I entered her. "God I will never get over the feeling of your massive cock Sean! So perfect!" But once my dick was coated I pulled out of her pussy and held the tip of my dick against her ass with one hand. With the other I reached up and pulled one of her tits out of the top of her dress.

With my dick pressed against her ass and fingers pulling hard on one of her large nipples I said, "Beg me for it." With my awareness in mom's mind I felt pleasure spike in her at the command. She was so submissive it startled me!

"Please Sean! Fuck my ass! God baby mommy needs it so bad!" She began pushing back against my dick, rocking slightly as she begged, "Last night was so amazing I've been dreaming about this all day. Fuck my ass baby! Fuck your mommy!"

Hearing her say those incestuous words drove me wild and I pressed forward. I pushed slowly into her ass not wanting to hurt it. But mom was having none of that, she pushed against me hard, driving half of my cock inside her in one fell swoop. She let out a loud moan and arched her back. Sensing how desperate for it she was, and with my own powerful need to be inside her, I pressed her up against the sink driving my dick the rest of the way in. Triggering a powerful orgasm in her with the Power.

"Yes! That's it baby! Make me your dirty whore! Make mommy your dirty ass slut!" Once again the filthy words coming out of my proper conservative mother drove me mad with lust. I pulled both of her tits out of the top of her dress and she reaching up to help me. I fucked her there against the sink for a long time. Giving her slow powerful strokes. Relishing in the feel and sigh of her tight asshole sliding up and down my cock. She had several orgasms on her own, but I heightened them with the power. Finally she had an orgasm so big that her ass cinched down on my dick and her legs went rubbery beneath her. Her blond hair was in disarray and her lips and cheeks flushed with lust and exertion. I pulled out of her and she whimpered softly. I picked her up I lay her on her back on the kitchen table. Mom looked up at me with wild eyes not yet understanding what I was doing. Lifting her legs I threw them over my shoulders and put my dick back into her ass.

"Oh god yes!" She moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in ecstasy.

I took one of her hands and placed it on her pussy and she started rubbing it instantly. With the other she started playing with one of her massive tits. Pulling at the nipple and squeezing the mountain of flesh. I held onto her thighs and pounded her ass hard. The squishing sounds and smell of our sex filled the kitchen, mingling with the smells of the cooking dinner. I sensed my orgasm approaching so I drove pleasure into her with the Power pushing mother into another massive orgasm. Then I pulled out to shot ropes of warm cum all over her ass and thighs, but to my surprise and in the midst of her powerful orgasm she slid off the table and opened her mouth holding the tip near her lips and looking up into my eyes. Our eyes met as I started shooting ropes of sticky warm cum into her mouth. My Power rocking her with another orgasm. Blasts of cum hit her in the cheeks and chin but mom took them like a champ, swallowing it all down when I was done shooting. Then reaching over to the counter for a rag she cleaned off my dick and gave it a little kiss causing it to jump from the contact to its oversensitive tip.

"Baby you are a god at this." Mom said, and I could only smile at the irony of her words. "Why weren't we doing this years ago?"

"You're not so bad yourself there lady," I said.

"Go clean up mister. While I put myself back together and finish dinner." Mom said as she stood on wobbly legs patting at her hair in disarray. There was a slightly glazed look in mom's eyes and when I scanned her mind she was deep in the throes of bliss. Thoughts of a completely fulfilled life and ultimate motherhood were swimming around in her mind amidst wonder at how much pleasure she was getting from fucking her son. It was all beyond her wildest dreams and fantasies. I went up to take a shower and change. Walking around in my own bliss filled state.

As I stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, I thought about how much sex I had had during the day. Four times so far. So far! God that in itself was an incredible thought. Beyond the thought of how swiftly my life had changed, was the thought that usually I masturbated at most 4 times a day. It seemed my stamina had gone up. Working through the logic of it was a relatively easy task for me now. I needed more power, so my body adapted the necessary requirements to facilitate this. This wasn't a conscious thought. So I was operating on an instinctual level. Some part of me knew there was a threat out there. A threat I needed me to gain strength quickly to combat. It all added up rather easily to me; The Enemy. My body's response, along with the theft from my mother's car and then the warning of the night before. I had been thinking there would be more time to adjust myself to the Power and my new life. Perhaps that assumption was wrong. Would it come to a physical confrontation? Or perhaps something more spiritual or abstract, like a propaganda pogrom against me?

Standing there under the water I sent out my awareness. I probed in a large swath directly in front of me, in order to take in more minds farther away. Then turning, I did a full scan of the area, making sure there was nothing out of the ordinary or any strangers. There was a teenager who had snuck into one of the neighbors daughters bedroom, the two were sneaking a cigarette and awkwardly flirting. Other than that there was nothing amiss. At least nothing I could sense. I went to the first mind near me. The neighbor's wife Mindy. I planted in her a subtle command to look out the window every couple hours or so, whenever she was home and except when she was sleeping. Then moving around the neighborhood from mind to mind I did the same. I adjusted the times for each so that there should always be a person monitoring the streets, leading to my house, for suspicious activity. When people would be sleeping or where there were gaps to fill I tapped into animals. It took a lot longer to explain to the smaller more primitive minds what it was I desired, but eventually I got through. The last and final step was to tie the whole web together with lines of Power. So that if anyone did notice something I would be made aware. One of the strands from my great web sending me a warning.

I came to myself then and realized I had been standing still in the shower for over an hour, my focus elsewhere, my hands and feet wrinkled. Then I beheld what I'd worked with the Power. The enormity of it stunned me. For 6 blocks in every direction I had built a security system. All done without disturbing a single person in my neighborhood. I had just brushed the surface of the Power's potential earlier in the day. It was capable of far more subtlety than just making fireballs or shards of ice. I got out of the shower and headed to my room to change. I had just begun to put on my pants when a subtle warning came from the system I had just wrought. There was a BMW SUV driving into the neighborhood and no one knew who it was. I sent out my awareness, marveling in how much easier it had become to direct it like this. I looked through one of the neighbor's eyes and watched as my aunt and cousin drove closer in their car.

I spent some time dressing and noticed something for the first time. My body was changing along with my sex drive and stamina. Muscles I never had before were slightly defined now. I had never been fat, but I had always had a little paunch. This had melted away and there was the vague definition of abs on my stomach. Perhaps there were other more subtle changes that I hadn't noticed yet. Time would tell.

Finally though I headed down the stairs and heard loud voices talking in the living room. When I walked in I saw my aunt and cousin sitting and chatting with my mom. Let me get their descriptions out of the way now. As I believe I said before, neither are as stunningly attractive as my mom is. Few women are. She lucked out in the gene lottery, her and my sister Ashlyn both. But my aunt and her daughter were still very beautiful.

My aunt Sharon is on the short side with dark brown hair that falls just past her shoulders. She has a cute round face, with thick lips and a button nose. She is far from fat, but she has wide flaring hips, thick thighs and large heavy breasts that are just slightly smaller than my moms. Though they seem larger in some clothes because she is shorter. My uncle died in a tragic accident at the navy shipping yard when I was just a kid. As a result Sharon got paid a huge sum of money from the government and hasn't worked a day since then. My mom said one time that they paid her millions of dollars, with another large amount held in trust for Mary until she reached 21. So Aunt Sharon dresses in the nicest and most expensive clothing. She is always trendy. This afternoon when I walked in I saw she was wearing a couture cashmere sweater pulled down over a very expensive long dress and her hair was elegantly styled to a glossy shine.

My cousin Mary was 18 and a bit of a problem child. She always had been. I guess it stands to reason, her father died when she was just a young child and so she rebelled against her mom in misplaced anger. She was like a smaller, Goth version of my aunt. Her dark brown hair was dyed black and hung straight down. While her face was done up with a lot of stylized makeup. Bright red lips, pale coverup and thick black eye eyeliner had all been very carefully applied. She wore a narrow black leather top that barely contained her large, firm, young tits and ended just above her belly button. Showing a strip of pale stomach and the curve of her waist. Her legs were covered in a tiny pink mini skirt and black tights with pink mesh tights pulled over them and she had on a funny pair of silver moon boots (only way I can describe them).

When I walked into the living room I carefully spread out my awareness and scanned both their minds. They were both happy to see me, though Mary did her best to hide that fact. I was gratified to see that they had both noticed the changes taking place in me. Both of them spent a second checking out my new muscles and my height. It was somewhat humorous how both mother and daughter saw the same things at the same time. I pushed harder on the thoughts in their minds, and as I said hello and came over to give them both a hug, I drove up their desire and attraction to me. Here they both had very different reactions. Mary for her part got really turned on and her mind associated the taboo desire as an act of ultimate rebellion, turning her on further. As she sat down she looked at me with new eyes, memorizing me for later fantasies. I knew she wouldn't be a problem. Aunt Sharon though froze in the act of giving me a hug. When desire and attraction woke up in her, a flood of juices hit her pussy; first startling and then disgusting the conservative widow. She sat back on the couch in a distracted manner, berating herself inwardly for these dangerous and dirty thoughts. This was more the reaction I had expected.

I spent some time, while we all engaged in small talk about their drive across the state, to dig through her thoughts and figure out where the major problems lay. It seems that like my mom, she had been abstinent since her husband passed away. The first few years were difficult. She had even gone out to bars trying to meet guys or get laid. But then when the troubles with Mary started up she decided that introducing a man into their lives would be like setting a spark in a powder keg. After a few years she had begun to forget about sex entirely. Only the odd night when the summer heat got to her or an especially racy novel, did she find herself horny enough to masturbate. Even then it was with a measure of guilt.

As we sat there and chatted, my mom heading back and forth to the kitchen to make sure supper was good, I worked on Sharon and Mary's minds. Mary was already primed and with only a minimal amount of influence. The thought of fucking her hot older cousin already had her juices flowing and she squirmed in her seat with the need to take care of herself. I almost laughed out loud when she pulled a big pair of sunglasses out of her purse so she could stare at me openly without being noticed. Her mother though; I began working over with subtle changes to her thoughts. I had to be careful, I love my aunt, and I had no desire to irrevocably change or damage her psyche like I had almost done with Asuka earlier. Surprisingly it was less the idea of incest and more the thought of sex in general that turned her off. So I pulled up memories of my uncle and her. She replayed in vivid detail memories of the two of them having passionate sex. This was a slow way to progress in my work of making her a willing concubine, but it was much preferable to just making her a mindless slave. I wanted all my women to be as willing and excited as my mom was. That gave me another idea.

Mom came in then and announced that dinner was ready. So we all went in and sat around the table. "Here is your gift Sean," Sharon said while handing me an envelope.

I sat down at the table and opened the card. Inside it was some generic platitude and a gift card to an electronics store, "Thank you Aunt Sharon and thanks Mary. Really you didn't have to. I think I'm getting too old for this kind of stuff."

"Nonsense," said mom. "You're never too old to celebrate your birthday. I wish we had done more yesterday," her cheeks blushed a deep red when she said that, memories of sucking my dick right here in this room for the first time, rolling through her head, "but I was hoping your sister would make it today."

"Where is Ashlyn, Aunt Sharon?" Mary asked. I was deep in Aunt Sharon's mind influencing her thoughts and inserting subtle commands, but a sliver of my awareness was monitoring my cousin's mind too. She definitely recognized the smells of sex, underlying the smell of cooked dinner, in the kitchen. She was thinking my mom must have a lover and she was looking at her in a new light.




The Power Ch. 02-03



"Ashlyn wanted to fly down today, but she got stuck at school up in Seattle. She should be down next weekend." Mom replied while dishing out plates of pot roast and vegetables. "How long do you plan to stay in town Sharon?"

"Wha-?" Sharon said in a distracted voice. Shaking her head and wondering what had come over her, she tossed me and my muscular form a surreptitious glance from beneath her long lashes. "Oh we were planning on staying the whole week. If that's OK that is."

"Yea that's perfect." Mom said. I noticed a hint of disappointment in her voice. In her mind she was wondering how she was ever going to get my dick in her with the family about. "You will get a chance to see Ashlyn then. She should fly in Friday night."

"Maybe you can show me around town Sean," Mary said with a sly smile directed at me. "It's been years since we really hung out." Then leaning forward so I couldn't help but see down between her big firm tits she said in a sultry voice, "I'd love to go for a ride... Can you take me for a ride Sean?"

Needless to say I was a bit stunned at her audacity and lack of subtlety. My mom and aunt couldn't help but notice what she was doing either. "Mary!" Aunt Sharon barked, "You will behave yourself young woman!" Then turning to my mom she said, "Honestly I don't know what has come over her lately. Please forgive her, she is deliberately shocking sometimes."

"I'm right here mom!" Mary yelled out, "You don't need to talk over my head like that!"

"Peace, ladies." I worked my voice with subtle intonations of the Power. Forcing the words into a command phrase. I didn't even know that was possible before I did it, but it worked. Tempers calmed down around the table and we got back to civil conversation, my aunt asking about college and my cousin sitting in silence.

Something interesting had happened in the minds around the table though from that little confrontation. My mom instantly saw my aunt and cousin in a new light. They both had become viable sexual partners for me. She thought I would be able to help them both by imposing some discipline on them. The thought of Mary over my knee getting spanked, her legs kicking futilely and her naked ass red with hand marks, had moms pussy soaking. The girl needed a strong male figure. For that matter Sharon needed a man in her life too. Someone to assuage her crushing insecurity and relax all that pent up tension she lived with. I was amazed at how wonderfully to my liking mom was thinking. She truly is a perfect woman for me. Meanwhile my aunt felt a spark of competition flare within her breast. She was doing her best to bury it, but I wouldn't allow that to happen. She was jealous of her daughter's younger body and flirtatious ways. She thought of herself as this old fat cow, unwanted and unattractive. I knew I could fix that eventually. The memories I was bringing up in her head, I began to replace her husband with me. At the first one Sharon gave an audible moan at the table. She managed to cover it by remarking how great the food was. But for the rest of dinner she kept sending me glances, her pussy soaking through her panties and her mind alternating between berating herself for such dirty thoughts and relishing the new sensations.

When dinner was over I offered to clean up. Sharon and Mary went to get themselves unpacked and comfortable in the guest bedrooms. Mom was a little tipsy from the bottle of wine she and Sharon had shared, so she went out to the living room to watch the news. After a few minutes though she wandered back into the kitchen looking for something sweet to eat. I had just cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher. When mom got to the fridge I walked up behind her and circled my hands around her waist. Pressing one hand against her pussy and lifting the other up to cup one of her heavy tits.

"Sean!" She said in a breathless gasp. "What are you doing?!"

"Whatever I want." I nuzzled my lips into her neck and nipped at the soft skin there. She moaned in response. My dick got hard at her moan and I pressed it against her ass.

"Not here... Oh god that feels good. We can't Sean not with you aunt and cousin here. What if they hear us?" she asked while pressing her ass against my crotch.

"I don't care if they hear. I'm not going to make it a week without having you." I pressed my fingers harder against her crotch, rubbing her clit. "I'm going to eat this pussy soon." I promised.

"Oh my god!" Mom whispered loudly, "Are you always this horny? Was it Mary? That girl is going to get herself in trouble one of these days acting like that." Mom was trying to change the subject but I wouldn't let her.

"She is going to get my dick in her is what she's going to get." I scanned in her mind to see how she would take this admission. Images of me and my younger cousin flitted through my mom's head. A small spike of jealousy hit her, but only briefly.

"Don't say such things Sean. What we do is bad enough." She was still pressing her ass into my hard dick, her hands gripping the fridge door.

"Do you really think this is bad?" I asked while squeezing her tit hard and pressing my fingers into her pussy through the thin material of her dress and panties.

Mom just sighed in pleasure and said, "No. In all honesty I don't think its wrong... Though I should."

"Then you will help me fuck Mary and Aunt Sharon."

"Is that an order?" Mom asked in a breathless voice.

"It is slave. I order you to help me fuck your sister and niece." Mom moaned in pleasure at the taboo command. "They will join you as my slaves."

"You are so terrible master!" Her voice and actions betrayed the words though.

I whispered my instructions to her, giving her the perfect phrases to say to my aunt, paving the way for the inevitable. Laying out her part in my plan. Then I said "Get in the bathroom mom. I need a blow job."

Mom wasted no time. She almost ran to the bathroom. I took my time, not quite ready for my aunt and cousin to realize what was going on. When I got inside mom was already on her knees in front of the sink. Her dress was pulled down and her massive tits were hanging free. They swung heavily back and forth as she tied up her hair. I wasted no time pulling my dick out and shoving it in her mouth. She spent her time sucking me off. Having several orgasms herself before she swallowed down my load. Then she lovingly cleaned my cock with her tongue. I got hard again while she was licking and sucking on me. She was making little mewling noises in the back of her throat and playing with her tits for my benefit. I took the opportunity of my quick recovery and told her in whispers to sit on the toilet. Then I put a dollop of lotion on her tits. She knew what was coming and smiled up in joy that she could give me this. I was still amazing to me how fulfilled my mom was at being able to give me pleasure. She lifted up her tits in two hands and let me place my dick between them. Then she squeezed them together pillowing my cock between those massive mammaries. The feeling of her warm tit flesh engulfing me was amazing. It was even more amazing when she bent her chin down and licked at the tip whenever it peaked through the top of her tits. I slowly fucked her tits running my hands through her hair and along her face and shoulders. Reaching behind me fingering her pussy. Running the tip of one finger lightly around her clit then sliding two fingers into her. Reading her thoughts I was able to give the exact right pressure in the perfect places. Soon she was having a powerful orgasm.

I sent my awareness out to see where my aunt and cousin were. My aunt was busy unpacking, thoughts of sex with a faceless young man rolling through her head. She tried to ignore both the thoughts and the fact that the young man looked remarkably similar to me. Mary had just finished unpacking and was about to lay down with her small vibrator, thoughts of me and the taboo of incest rolling through her head. Instead I planted another notion.

With a sliver of my mind I monitored Mary and I kept fucking my mom's massive tits. Taking a firm handful of her hair I pulled her head back and said fiercely, "Who are you?"

Mom gave me a confused look then said, "I'm your mother."

My cousin had just gotten to the outside of the bathroom and was lifting her hand to the doorknob when I said, "What are you woman?"

The firm tone of command in my voice, brought a wave of pleasure to my mom and she said, "I am your slave master. I am my son's sex slave!"

I caressed her cheek when she said this, still fucking my dick in and out of her tits. Mary meanwhile was frozen in shock outside the door. I had timed it perfectly. She heard my mother's admission and was stunned. She was already horny and her pussy wet; but this sent her over the edge. Not to mention my subtle influence on her brain. I pulled my dick from between mom's tits and still holding her hair in one hand brought her mouth down on it. She knew what to do and wasted no time in sucking me deep into her throat. The slurping sounds of her blow job carried faintly through the door. Mary meanwhile had one hand pressed tightly against her pussy rubbing it through her tights. Between her own twisted sexual tastes and my influence on her mind she was going crazy with lust. Shocked by the sounds of her aunt giving her cousin a blow job. Just on the other side of this door!

I shoved my dick deep into mom's throat and then sent one more command to Mary and another for Sharon, so she would stay in her room. The sound of the door opening made my mom stiffen beneath me and moan in horror, her eyes went wide and focused on the doorway. I turned my head casually to regard Mary standing frozen with her hand on the door handle, a look of pure lust on her face as she looked on the scene before her. I crooked my finger, motioning for Mary to come in. Then I looked down at my mom and said, "Well looks like it will happen sooner than we thought. What are we going to do with this little whore?"

Mary walked into the room like a zombie. I held a finger to my lips motioning my mom to silence then pulled my dick out of her mouth. She gave a small groan of disappointment but that was all. Her wide eyes follow me as I moved over to my tiny busty cousin. I walked around her slowly taking in her body with an approving eye. Then I gave my mom a wink. Mary's eyes were staring at my big dick with disbelief. She had never seen anything that big before. In fact for all her wanton ways she had only fucked one dude before, a couple of times, and he had been pathetically small. When I paused to stare down into her face she opened her mouth to speak but I silenced her with a finger across her lips. She kissed my finger staring up at me with wide eyes. Her hands still pressed to her crotch.

"It seems you have been a bad girl Mary." I said in a steely voice of command. Both mom and Mary moaned at that. What a couple of subservient sluts I have! "You are going to have to be punished for snooping around and poking your nose in where it doesn't belong."

She opened her mouth to speak again but I grabbed her violently. Placing one hand over her mouth and the other I grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her up against the sink so she faced the mirror. My face was just above her shoulder and my mom was sitting on the toilet, still visible in the mirror. The top of her dress pulled down below her tits and the bottom of it up above her waist. Her neatly trimmed pussy as visible as it oozed juices.

"You want that?" I asked Mary fiercely while motioning with my chin at my mother. "You want to be my little whore?" Mary's eyes went to my mom who was trailing a hand down to her pussy, as she watched me dominate her niece. Monitoring mom's thoughts I found she was powerfully turned on by my aggressiveness. Mary's nodded her head slowly in my grasp and pressed her firm teenage ass into my exposed dick moaning softly against the hand I had over her mouth.

I released my firm hold of her but told her to stay where she was. I pulled up her hands, placing them on the counter top. Positioning myself behind and over her. I ran my own hands all over her body, feeling her firm tits and tight ass. She mewled in pleasure while I explored her body. I didn't have to add any pleasure to her mind with the Power but I did anyway. Driving her to a powerful orgasm when my fingers brushed over her pussy covered in its two pairs of tights.

"Fuck Sean!! I'm...!! Oh god I'm cumming!!" Her voice was filled with surprise that I had made her cum so easily. My mom just smiled on with a knowing grin. I was carefully monitoring both of them, wary of jealousy in my mom. But she wasn't at all, she felt pleasure at watching me. Relishing the sight of my naked body as I manhandled Mary. She also felt pride at my prowess and skill. Deep down I sensed just a hint of jealousy but it was because I had never handled here with such force before. We both knew there was time enough for that in the future.

"I told you to stay quiet," I said as I slid a hand along Mary's exposed midriff and up under her tight top, grabbing one of her firm tits. Her nipples were hard little rocks poking through the top. I reached up and dragged her top off, letting those wonderful tits bounce free. They stood out high and proud from her chest, capped in small pale pink nipples and looking huge on her tiny frame. I just kept dragging my hands down her body, pulling the tights off as well. Soon my cousin stood before me naked, her clothes in a pile at her feet. Then I stood up behind her. My dick poking her in the lower back as she tried to lift up her ass, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Please Sean, I need it." She shot an embarrassed look at my mom who was watching us with an intense stare. Her desire was now at an all time high. Her small eighteen year old body squirmed with it.

"You need to learn to follow directions girl." I said with the note of steel back in my voice. "It seems I am going to have to teach you some discipline. For you are surely lacking it. This is for your own good." With that said I turned to the side, noting the confusion on Mary's face. Then I brought my hand down hard on her exposed ass. The sound of the slap was like a whip crack in the small bathroom. Mary jumped in surprise and pain. While my mom groaned out loud in pleasure, one hand rubbing at her clit while the other massaged her giant tits. The sight of her getting off on this turned me on so much I almost couldn't go on with the punishment. But I knew it was necessary. I proceeded to spank Mary with my open hand ten times. Her yelps of pain growing with each slap upon her quickly reddening ass. Her face was scrunched up in pain, but she didn't utter a sound. I could also sense how powerfully turned on she was by the spanking.

When I was done I said, "Am I going to have any more trouble from you?" Mary looked up at me with her big eyes and just shook her head back and forth. "Good, you took your punishment well. Especially for the first time. So I will reward you." Mary couldn't help a moan of pleasure as I got behind her and took a hold of her slim hips in my hands pulling her up on her toes. I slid a finger into her from the front and found she was sopping wet, juices dribbling out of her cleanly shaven pussy. Her lips parted in bliss and the tip of her tongue slid along her top lip wetting it in a pretty way. I slid my finger in and out of her as I positioned my dick at the entrance of her hole. Holding it there firmly.

I looked in the mirror at my mom who was still busy fingering herself. Mom noticed me looking and she gave me a nod, as if to say 'go ahead'. In fact that's exactly what she was thinking. She couldn't wait to see me fucking my little cousin. So I started to slide my big dick into Mary's tiny little pussy. I could only get the head in before having to pull out and then inch another little bit in slowly. Mary lifted up pressing her hands upon the mirror and pushing back against me. She grunted and moaned with every inch that I managed to get into her. I felt an orgasm building inside her and helped it along with the Power driving her to a shuddering climax when only half of my dick was inside. Mary bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming and moaning. Though some squeals still managed to get through a little. It took some time but finally I managed to get the whole thing in her. I paused there, feeling her pussy walls adjusting to my girth. She climaxed again, more powerfully than the first time and as she shook, biting her tongue to keep from calling out again. I took pity on her and said, "You can speak now, but quietly. I don't want to disturb your mother. I'm not ready to fuck her just yet."

Mary's eyes popped open in surprise at this last comment and a wicked little grin came to her face, then she was lost once again in the pleasure of my dick filling her up. "Fuck!" She moaned in a muffled voice. "This beyond wild!" Then I started slowly fucking in and out of her. Her juices flowed around my dick and dribbled down her thighs. I reached around her and felt her firm tits. They stood out from her chest high and proud. I used both hands to cup and fondle them. Pulling and pinching on her sensitive pink nipples.

"Jesus! I can't believe this!" She came to another powerful orgasm her legs growing weak beneath her. "You're huge Sean!" She panted out, "I'm so fucking filled up!"

"I want you on top." I said. Pulling out of her with a wet sound and a whimper from Mary, I lay down on the bathmat. My head near my mom's feet so she could look down on us. Mary quickly straddled, me taking my dick in her hands and marveling at its length. To my surprise she leaned down and quickly sucked the head into her mouth, sucking and licking her cum off it. My mom and I both groaned at the sight and Mary looked up to meet my eyes with a mischievous grin. Then she climbed up on me and took a hold of my dick, slipping it back inside her tight hot hole. We both groaned as she sank down on it.

She rode me with abandon, leaning down to kiss me deeply and whisper in my ear. Telling me how hot this was, how crazy it was to be fucking her cousin while her aunt watched. "I want to watch while you fuck my prissy bitch of a mother!" She said as she bit down on my neck with her little white teeth. I slapped her ass and loved her little yelp of surprise. Then I slid a hand around her throat, choking her slightly and pushing her up so she leaned back. I fucked up into her with long hard strokes while she lost herself in the pleasure of it. Her makeup was spread all over her face by this point. Along with her tousled hair it made her look like some young fuck goddess. Her high firm tits bounced as I fucked up into her. They swayed back and forth with her body, then she had her biggest orgasm yet, my hand tight around her throat. This one was completely unassisted by the Power and the feel of her pussy cumming around my cock had me getting closer to my own orgasm.

"I am going to cum!" I moaned out loud.

"Inside me!" Mary gasped, "I want to feel you shoot inside me!" I was tempted to. I didn't want to leave her tiny little pussy. But I also didn't want to run the risk of getting her pregnant. So I pushed her off me and stood up.

My mom dropped to her knees before me with Mary pushing in next to her. The sight of the two beautiful women waiting with mouths open for my cum, was such a beautiful sight I paused to enjoy the moment. Slowly stroking my cock I looked from one to another, monitoring their minds and sensing the profound love and devotion they both felt for me.

"Let me baby," Mom said as she reached up and replaced my hand with hers. Then she started stroking me.

"God that is so hot!" Hissed Mary. She sat up on her knees and flicked her tongue at the tip of my dick. My mom giggled and then leaned forward and did the same. The two of them trading off licking and sucking lightly at my dick. Their lips occasionally meeting, or their tongues brushing against each other. They looked at each other and shared a smile then looked back up at me. With their big beautiful eyes looking up at me plus the feel of tongues and stroking hands all over my dick had me shooting in no time. I couldn't help myself from bellowing out in pleasure. This was by far the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Rope after rope of cum shot out onto their faces, mouths and tits. They both tried to catch the cum in their mouths, but the force of my orgasm sent out a blast of Power that rolled through both of them and outward. They both had massive orgasms in the wake of mine, shuddering and falling on their asses. They shook uncontrollably like leaves in a breeze as the Power rolled through them. Their eyes glazed over in ecstasy and their faces glazed in my cum.




The Power Ch. 02



As the shadows deepened in my room, I lay pondering the events of the past hour. I had just received the most incredible blowjob of my life, and from a married professional at that! It all started when I had thought how much I would love to have Mrs. Gordon – Cassandra, bring me off. I never said a word to her about my desires, and yet she had complied willingly.

There was a polite knock at my door, and before I could answer, it was pushed open by a male orderly carrying a tray. "Mrs. Gordon said that I needed to bring this up right away," the young man said. He was in his early twenties, I guessed and was slightly soft and pudgy, with a scruffy patch of fur under his chin.

I looked inquiringly at the tray and thought, "Yuck, hospital food!"

"No, no," the orderly responded, "this is something special that she prepared herself."

What the hell? I know I didn't say anything aloud. What was going on here – was my mind an open book all of a sudden? Could passersby hear my every thought? I looked quickly back to the young man. No response. Evidently he couldn't hear everything or he would have reacted to my barrage of questions. But why had he responded to my thoughts about the tray of food?

Then it dawned on me – I had pushed that thought outward, toward the orderly. I had wanted to complain about the food, but had not. That must be it, I realized. I had to project my thoughts to another person in order for them to hear me.

I waited patiently as he placed the tray on the incredibly awkward stand used in hospitals throughout the world to present food trays to their patients. He uncovered the tray, and I was surprised to see mashed potatoes, gravy, vegetables, some pudding desert and an array of juices. The only thing missing was the pot roast. Oh well, better than plain apple juice.

The orderly turned to leave, and as he made his way to the door, I pushed the thought out to him, "Should I call you when I'm done to get the tray."

"Just call the orderly for the tray," he said, almost as an afterthought.

He didn't realize that I had put the question in his mind! "Stop right there!" I thought.

He paused at the door, standing there woodenly, not moving.

"Turn on some lights," I thought.

He flipped the light switch, not even looking at me. Then without speaking he turned back to the door and closed it behind him as he left.

I was too excited to eat! I couldn't believe it! Somehow that lightening strike had left me with a special ability. I could read other people's thoughts and influence them with my mind. I could also communicate with them if I chose to do so.

What else could I do, I wondered. Telekinesis? Maybe. I looked at the spoon on my tray – evidently I was not to be trusted with a fork just yet. I concentrated on it. "Move," I pushed the thought out to the spoon. Nothing. I concentrated harder. "Move," I almost shouted in the silence of my mind.

Suddenly the door opened and Miss Perkins dashed in. "Are you okay, Mr. Alexander?" she cried with some alarm. "I heard you shouting!"

Oops! "Uh, sorry," I stammered, "I'm, uh, just having a bit of trouble getting my arm to move so that I can eat." Okay, so I had to say something. But she bought it.

"Oh, you poor thing," she said softly coming to my bedside, swishing her hips as she walked, "let me help."

"Uh, okay," I said. Then I thought, "but close the door first, and lock it."

She stopped in mid-swish. "Maybe I'd better close the door, though," she said, and pushed it shut. Then she gave the lock a quick twist, snapping it shut. "There," she said smiling, "that's better."

As she moved toward my bed I questioned her aloud, "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Close and lock the door," I said.

"Oh, it just closes on its own," she said with a smile, "would you like it open?"

Wow! She didn't even realize that I had made her close and lock it.

I was about to tell her mentally to take all of her clothes off, but my stomach was reminding my how important food was at that point. She settled her petite, perfectly rounded bottom down on the side of my bed.

"Now what would you like first," she asked.

"To know your name," I thought at her.

"Mandy," she replied, but this time her lips didn't move. Okay, so when questioned directly, I could pick up the answer with my brain.

"Potatoes," I said answering her aloud.

"Okay," she smiled reaching for the spoon that I had tried to move. "Dammit," I thought, "Why didn't it move?"

"Because you don't talk to a spoon, Silly," I heard Mandy's thought. However, she didn't react to the conversation. It was as if it were taking place at a subconscious level for her. She spooned some of the mashed potatoes and gravy into my mouth, and I was surprised at how good it tasted. Of course, I hadn't tasted anything but water for 5 ½ years, so dog shit would probably taste good.

"What do you mean, you don't talk to spoons," I asked silently.

"You don't talk to spoons, you just use them. You don't have to command them. It's like your hand – you don't tell it to move, you just move it."

"How does that taste?" Mandy asked me, with her liquid brown eyes.

"Better than it probably should," I said with a smile. 

She smiled back, and I heard her thought, "I wonder if he'd like to taste me?"

"Of course," I said, as casually as I could, "that's not what I usually eat when in the company of beautiful girls."

She blushed prettily, and I picked up the vibrant thrill that jolted her pussy into action. She was quickly getting wet.

"What do you eat, then?" she asked, with a wicked little smile.

"Oh, my favorite is pie," I said, "especially juicy pie."

Without another word, she pushed the stand and tray aside and reached for my bed controls. In order to reach them, she had to lean forward over my head, and I raised my head slightly, burying my face between her soft and yielding breasts.

She gasped in surprise and then giggling softly, she lowered the head of my bed until I was lying almost flat. Then, remaining as she was, she grasped the hem of her scrub top and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a black lace bra that clasped in the front. She gave it a quick snap of her fingers and her breasts dangled loose. They weren't as large as Cassandra's, but I kissed them eagerly, sucking her beautiful pink nipples into my mouth, feeling them swell with her excitement.

Her breath was accelerating, and she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into her chest. "Oh God," she breathed, "I have waited for this."

She moved my head from right to left and back again, as I mouthed and sucked her globes of passion. Then almost reluctantly, she slipped my head back down onto my pillow. Rising up, she slipped her bra from her shoulders and kicking off her shoes, dropped her scrub bottoms at the same time, revealing her well trimmed bush cut into the shape of a heart. Her thighs were sleek and strong, like a runner's thighs and her hips narrowed into a flat stomach. "Man, this girl works out!" I thought.

Without a word, Mandy climbed on the bed and straddled my chest with her gorgeous legs. I could see that her pussy lips were swollen, and a dewdrop of moisture was clinging to the tip of her clit, which was beginning to peep out from the folds of her labia. The aroma was a musty, sexual scent that was intoxicating. My mouth watered and I couldn't wait to taste her.

As if sensing my desire, she slid forward, putting herself within easy reach of my tongue. Slowly, teasingly, I caressed the folds of her opening with just the tip of my tongue. Her juices were like a sweet nectar, and they began to ooze from her crack. I avoided her nub and continued my circle of her vagina. Her breathing was coming in gasps, and she was rocking her hips back and forth as if she were fucking my chest.

I couldn't wait any longer. Starting at the bottom, near her asshole, I flattened my tongue as I moved upward, and as I reached her opening, I formed a rigid pole with my tongue and plunged it into her quivering pussy. She let out a ferocious growl and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. "Oh yes!" she breathed, "Don't stop, your going to make me cum!"

I pulled out, and she whimpered a bit until my tongue literally stabbed at her now throbbing clitoris. She let out a startled gasp and grabbed the back of my head locking me in place as she rocked her pussy up and down on my mouth, nose and tongue. "Oh God, right there! Right there! Shit, I'm going to cum! Oh God, oh shit! UNNNNHHHHH!!!"

She exploded, sending a flood of pussy juice into my eager mouth. It tasted like salty peaches, and I lapped it up eagerly. Her body above me was spasming uncontrollably, as she shuddered her way back down to earth.

As her breathing relaxed, so did the death grip she had on the back of my head, and she gently lowered me to my pillow. She slid down my body and leaned forward, kissing me hungrily on the mouth, her tongue doing the same dance in my mouth that mine had done in her pussy moments before.

"God, you're incredible," she breathed into my mouth.

Just then the door opened, and the same pudgy orderly entered the room with a key in his hand. "What the hell?" he started to exclaim.

"Stop!" I shot the thought out to him. "Come in quietly, close the door and relock it."

He cut of his surprise in mid-exclamation and woodenly turned to close the door. He flipped the lock and turned back to me.

"Where did you get the key?" I asked, curious as to how he had opened the door.

"They keep these keys at the nurse's station," he replied conversationally, not paying attention to the young nude body straddling mine. "I asked to use them because I knew your door was locked."

While he was explaining all this, Mandy was pulling my gown up from between my legs, freeing my cock from its confines. Interesting. "So nobody else can get in here now?" I asked.

"Not unless they call security."

Excellent. "Well, young man," I said with a faint grin. Then with my mind I projected the thought, "You may watch and enjoy yourself, but you will remain silent, remain to yourself, and you will not recall any of the activities of this room, other than your retrieval of my tray. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," he thought back, although his mouth didn't move.

"What's your name?"

"Jared."

"Well, Jared, you may stand at the foot of the bed, but you will follow all of your instructions without question."

"Yes Sir," he mumbled, shuffling to the end of the bed.

"What do you think, Mandy?" I asked aloud, "Should we let him spy on us and get his rocks off?"

Mandy looked over her shoulder and as if coming out of a dream, seemed to notice the orderly for the first time. She gave a little gasp, and tried to hide her breasts with her hands. 

"Don't do that," I gently suggested with my mind. I wanted her to want this, not be forced to do it.

Hesitantly, shyly, she lowered her hands and blushed. She looked back at me with her soft brown eyes. "I don't know," she said, "it makes me nervous."

It didn't help that Jared had pulled his pecker out of his pants and was playing with it. I probed into her thoughts and nudged a node within her brain, reducing her fear. Then I found another and pushed the thought of exhibitionism into her subconscious desire.

"Are you sure?" I asked aloud.

"Well," she half-shrugged, "if he just stays there, I guess it would be okay."

"Great," I said with a smile. "Now turn around and face him before you slide onto my cock." I reinforced the final statement with a slight nudge, and was surprised to find very little resistance.

She wiggled around so that her perfect ass was facing me and scooted further down the bed. I could feel her grab my cock with both hands and almost as if she worshipped it, stroked it up and down a few times. Then she rose up and wetting the head with her pussy juices, settled herself down.

As she plunged downward, the hot velvety smoothness of her cunt enveloped my shaft, causing me to catch my breath. I breathed out with a groan that accompanied her soft whimper of pleasure.

She sat there for a moment, feeling the fullness of my rigid cock throbbing inside her hot, moist glove. Then as she raised her head and looked at Jared, her pussy seemed to clamp down on my cock like a fleshy vice. With a firm, yet velvety grip, her pussy slid up my shaft until I thought I was going to pop loose, but after pausing for just a brief moment, she plunged back down, sending waves of pleasure over me.

Then without hesitation, she repeated the journey. Up and down, pause, up, pause, down, up, down, pause.... the rhythm was making my breath come out in ragged gasps, and my legs were twitching in anticipation of my explosion.

I craned my head to the side and I could see that Jared had his eyes locked firmly on Mandy's breasts as they bounced up and down with her unusual cadence. Mandy was focused on his fist as it almost blurred with speed as he jacked up and down. His face was flushed and I could tell that he wasn't far from releasing his load.

He grunted and grabbed the blanket off my bed, holding it under his cock. He continued jacking it – once, pause, twice more, pause, once again, and a jet of thick, white semen arched out of his throbbing cock, splashing on the blanket, my sheets and even spattering Mandy's stomach.

"Oh God!" She screamed, "That was great!" And I felt her cunt muscles grip my cock in convulsions of ecstasy. She ground down hard, and as I felt the tip of my cock bump into the opening of her cervix, I exploded. Each time my cock twitched, I could feel it rub against her womb opening, sending jet after jet of hot seed into her fertile ground.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped, "I've never come so hard!"

Mandy continued to rock in passion above me. Jared had stopped pumping his shaft and was wiping up the mess with my blanket. He went to wipe off Mandy and stopped, prevented from doing so by my prohibition placed on him earlier. "Go ahead and clean her up," I thought to him, too exhausted to care.

He reached forward with the blanket and gently, almost lovingly wiped his cum from her belly and thighs where it had dripped. Mandy stopped rocking and almost hypnotically pulled his hand to her face where she licked his seed from his fingers.

"Okay, kids," I thought, "If you want to continue this, take it somewhere else. I'm exhausted." Mandy, chuckled softly and giving Jared a wink, climbed off of my hips. My deflating prick popped out of her tight cunt and plopped onto my belly.

Taking the already soiled top sheet from my bed, she gently wiped me clean. "I'll get you some clean bedding, Mr. Alexander," she said as she piled the sheet with the blanket she had discarded. Then bending down, she gathered her clothes and entered the bathroom.

Jared, having stuffed his now satisfied pecker back in his pants, collected my tray and exited the room without a word. Shortly Mandy emerged from the bathroom looking as if she had merely been checking my temperature. She picked up the soiled bedclothes and left.

As I pondered the extent of my gifts, I began to drift off to sleep. "You don't talk to spoons, you just use them. You don't have to command them. It's like your hand – you don't tell it to move, you just move it."



The Power Ch. 02



Warning: The following contains graphic adult content. It also contains rampant exaggeration; so if you have a problem with insanely large body parts, leave now. We don't want to hear you complaining about it. Oh, and if you're not over 18, then don't read the rest.

*

I sat at the breakfast table eating a bagel and doing research on my latest acquisition. Her name was Carol, she had no surviving relatives, and her job was not in the least high profile. Making her disappear from the digital systems was relatively painless, as was securing her disappearance from everyone who had known her. While I went about this business I checked the stock portfolios that I managed carefully while not busy with my toys. I was somewhat of a natural in the stock market; who better to predict what would sell best than someone who had intimate knowledge of what people were thinking. By spending no more than an hour a day exchanging and buying stock I was able to make a small fortune that could aptly support my more-than-mischievous endeavors. I didn't live to work, as many in the current generation choose to do, but worked to live. 

I finished the bagel and my morning coffee, dumped the dishes in the dishwasher, and went to the shower to wash up. I wanted to make sure I was nice and clean for my plaything.

***

I tapped the hidden panel in my study, opened the door behind it, and walked down the steps leading to my Dungeon. I peaked through the slat in the door and saw that Carol had been busy in the past 10 hours. She had cleaned up the mess I'd made on the floor and made sure the space was not only organized, but meticulously maintained. I may have unleashed the slut within her, but I had done nothing to change her apparently anal-retentive personality. I decided that such a beneficial characteristic in her would be best retained, particularly because cleaning up was such a chore by definition. After surveying the room I found her in the corner on the bed, smiling softly as she dreamed. She had taken advantage of the bathroom adjoined to the dungeon and had gotten herself cleaned up. One less step before I could begin having my fun. I stepped back from the door and took off the robe I had been wearing, gliding in front of the mirror in the small passageway. 

I had gone to sleep in my 6'3" frame the night before, and my tussled brown hair swept wildly around on my scalp. I was fit, that was sure, but I was nowhere near the muscular mass that would get Carol sopping wet in mere moments. The first step in my transformation was the bone structure; I grew to 7' 2" in seconds, and my muscles simply stretched along with me. I was thin and wiry, bordering on skeletal but that was my next step. I started packing on pound after pound of muscle, my skin shifting and stretching as muscle and sinew bulged up from my limbs. I grew thick and dense, my body rippling with musculature that had been previously nonexistent. My hair withdrew into my head leaving it short and cropped while my skin tone deepened to an rich olive. I looked into the mirror and saw the massive man looking back at me before my eyes trailed down to the most underscaled piece of my anatomy. On my frame crotch was belittled by nothing more than a twig and berries, but that would change. The 5-inch flaccid cock grew longer and longer to near 20 inches, larger than the previous day. I left it there, hanging close to my knees, and observed the comically thin flesh rod. It ballooned outward to be close to 3 inches thick soft. She would be able to handle it, I had seen to that, but today she would get the experience of a lifetime as she rode my pole for the first time. I looked to my balls and realized that they were hidden behind my cock. I let the sack drop so that it hung 2 feet from my groin and then I filled them with cum. The quivered as they slowly filled with my thick gravy nearly reaching the size of basketballs before I let them rest hanging 1 foot from my crotch. All hair from the base shriveled up and fell away from me and I looked back into the mirror to see the massively muscled behemoth staring back at me. Now I was nude and ready for some sweet, sweet loving. I entered the room and crept up to Carol's bed. She was asleep and I forced her to float over to me completely naked and splayed out, leaving her body open for all to see. I took the time to truly look at her for the first time since I had met her at the hotel. 

She was certainly attractive in a way that made you realize that she didn't know just how attractive she was. Her skin was lightly tanned and creamy, a seemingly flawless canvas to work with. She was probably somewhere around 5'3", but her legs were long and thin. She had medium length hair the color of amber that caught the light and made her look even more warm. Her lips were soft and generous, flushed red and incredibly inviting. Her breasts were smaller than they had at first appeared- maybe a B-cup- but they were firm and perky capped by delicious little pink nipples. All of that was going to change though. I had some very specific ideas of what to do with her: but first to wake her up.

"Carol. Wake up sweetheart," I whispered into her ear. She rolled her head loosely and my whore fell back asleep. I clapped my hand loudly next to her pretty face and she was startled awake, blinking rapidly as she tried to get her bearings. The act that she was suspended in midair obviously left her disoriented, but once she looked me in the eyes she relaxed and allowed a blinding smile to cross her face. It was almost a shame that such a nice little girl was now left to live a live as a pleasure toy. Only almost. Her smile faded as I began to speak to her, explaining what was going on. "Hello my little whore. I trust you slept well."

"Oh, yes master," she replied, nodding her head up and down vigorously which sent a ripple through her soft titflesh. 

"Very good dear, very good. We have a lot of work to do today." I said, motioning toward my cock with my hand. She giggled and the look of excitement on her face was simply priceless. "For now you will be unable to talk. You will be allowed to move but struggling might make me more vindictive than I would be otherwise. Understand sweetheart?" I finished with a sinister smile. She looked t me and opened her mouth to talk but her vocal chords wouldn't respond. Her eyes softened with understanding and she nodded emphatically sending even more ripples through her supple skin. I drew up a chair and once again looked at my canvas, deciding what needed changing and what would remain the same. I liked her short frame: the Amazon look never really caught my interest. Her skin tone was nice, and changing that was always simple anyway. I decided to stat from the top and work my way down, so her hair came first. Its color was very nice, and it was soft with a healthy shine but she lacked the length I loved. Her hair started to grow and her hands shot to her scalp to feel the added inches flow through her fingers. I could tell she wasn't sure if she liked it, but eventually she would come to love her new "do." Her hair grew halfway down her back before I was forced to make it stop. Any longer and it could get in the way of her ass and I would not have that. I loved the good girl theme I had going with this girl and so I bound it up into pigtails with two red scrunchies. Even up her hair reached below her shoulders and she turned her head experimentally, tossing her pigtails back and forth. They fanned out and brushed her face and I could tell that if she were permitted to speak she would be giggling like a schoolgirl. 

"Do you like it?" I asked, waiting for a response. Again she tried to speak, forgetting that she couldn't. She then nodded, sending not only her breasts jostling, but her hair as well. "Good," I smiled, "Now you've got a pretty little face sweetheart." She blushed, demurely crossing her leg over the other. "However, as lovely as it is, do you know what it doesn't say to me?" She looked at me, perplexed, and of course she couldn't answer. "Well, your face just doesn't say 'fuck me.' Now we'll fix that, won't we?"

She smiled and I saw that her teeth wouldn't need any work. They were the wet dream of every dentist in history, white as porcelain and straight. Her lips, on the other hand, looked drawn, not overly thin but not the plumped up 'cum down my throat' look that I wanted. And they were lacking on the color side as well. I plumped up her lips and she touched them with two fingers, savoring the light tickling sensation that accompanied the swelling. Though there was no way I could make internal changes comfortable I had mastered the ability to make every aesthetic change feel sensual. She pulled her lower lip down, coyly pouting at me with her sweet pillowy mouth. I added some color and presto, there it was: a mouth that was soft, begging to be fucked, and cherry red. 

Her eyes were rather dull so I made sure they popped from her face. They were now a bright green that seemingly blazed from the pure white of her eyes. Her eyelashes grew dramatically and darkened, giving her lashes that screamed sexuality while not being garish. Her face was done. She had good structure to begin with, of course, which made the whole process so much easier. Now I was going to be able to have some fun.

My eyes lingered on her face for a moment longer before they trailed down to her breasts. She followed my gaze and quickly understood what I wanted to do. She looked back to me bringing her hands up to frame her tits before pressing them together to make a tight seal that I was dying to stick my cock between. I felt a light twitch as my cock thudded against my thigh but I willed my arousal away. I had work to finish. I looked away from her tits for a moment and noticed a small stream of her juices creeping down her leg and catching the light in her downy tuft of hair. Her cunt would come soon, but my favorite part was at hand. I looked back into her eyes and set to work on creating the most amazing pair of breasts the world had ever seen.

"Those tits of yours," I said, motioning toward her meager rack, " are not eall that impressive. I bet you can't really feel what you should be able to, can you? Can you cum just like this?" I reached forward and twisted her little nipples and she writhed in both agony and anticipation. "No, not even a climax. Well, we can fix that, don't worry you little slut, we can fix that quite quickly." I pressed into her with my will and began working on her body, just beneath the skin. Nerve endings branched off and crisscrossed until her entire breast was covered in a network that would have her panting from a light caress. I then created a bundle of nerves that would equal her clit in her nipples. She would have no trouble cumming from nothing more than a gentle breeze and I could tell that she had noticed her changes. Every stray current of warm air brought a shiver to her, which caused more air to stroke her over-sensitive tits until she was bucking wildly in the throes of a powerful orgasm. She came down quickly and looked into my eyes, panting heavily. Her gratitude showed on her sex-doll face and I enjoyed her renewed thankfulness. She certainly appreciated the work I had been putting in, and we weren't yet halfway over. She was very sensitive but her size was still lacking. I held my hands an inch from her titflesh and began forcing her tissues to replicate, slowly at first but gradually speeding up. It had been hard to get the technique perfect the first time around. I would have to overgrow the skin, and then fill the tissue inside, then more skin, on and on until they were the right size. Now, however, I could do it all simultaneously (what can I say, practice makes perfect) and the steady progression her tits made toward my frame was smooth and very arousing.

She was at least a C-cup by now, but that was in no way large enough. The extra weight on her chest was an appealing addition to her and she soon brought her hands to her chest fondling her lovely tits, which had since reached D. She pushed them together and observed her new cleavage and then pulled them apart to see just how far apart her still tiny nipples could get. She rounded the corner on DD and hit E with no signs of stopping (Or I should say that I showed no signs of stopping, this may have been her dream come true but it was my fantasy), and soon she was ballooning up to a FF. I reached the middle of the alphabet, I assume, and stopped her growth when her breasts looked like county fair pumpkins glued to her chest. If she wasn't suspended in mid-air she would have toppled to the ground, but I had a solution to her top-heaviness; it's a little thing called balance. Her tits sat high and proud on her chest, defying gravity but maintaining the sensual feel of a natural breast, just the way I like them. Her tiny pink nipples looked comically small on her new bountiful chest, little dimes set on the great expanse of her tits. They grew to the size of thumbs and her areola grew to look like teacup saucers, doming out from her chest ever so slightly. They were now perfect. I might add milk later if the mood struck me, but for now they were big, soft, and most importantly they were mine. 

Her hips and ass now looked peculiarly thin and that was the way in which I would balance her out. A woman with such big tits had to have a nice round ass, am I right? To let that go undone would be a shame. First I spread her hips and tightened her waist until she started to look like a very lopsided dumbbell. Her flat ass bubbled out, skin stretching as her ass began to look like to large Christmas hams. I stopped it when she had two basketball-sized ass cheeks that were so soft that they would sway whenever she turned. I stepped back and looked at my creation: She was the perfect woman.

I removed the hindrance to her vocal chords and when she realized she could make sound she dropped to her knees in gratitude.

"Thank you! Thank you, master, I owe you my life for this! You've made me the perfect little fuck toy!" She started to reach for my still soft cock hanging heavily against my thigh, but I froze her in that position, leaving her on all fours with a look of lustful hunger spread across her face.

"Oh, no no no, don't get ahead of yourself yet you little fucking cunt." I spat the words, feigning anger when it was taking every fiber of my being to keep my cock from jumping up and knocking her out. "You shall be punished for your insolence."

"I'm sorry, please, forgive me!" She cried, straining in an attempt to get closer to my thick cock. "Fill me, please, fuck my mouth, my throat, please just fill me with your cum!"

"Well denying you that would deny me pleasure as well!" I said, laughing at her desperation for my huge cock. Look how far the pastor's daughter had fallen. "But I will make it slightly more difficult for you to please me. You will suck me to full hardness, but you may not use your hands. You cannot touch me, or support yourself, or do anything else. Do you understand?" She nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing up and down. Her fat tits bounced heavily, slapping each other as they jostled around on her chest. "All right then," I said, spreading my legs wide, "Get to work you little slut."

She lunged forward on only her knees and bent down to try to take the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tits got in the way as she bent and their shifting kept knocking her off balance. Finally she lined her head up with my cock. The angry red head bobbed across her face, folding obscenely as she attempted to direct my cock into her mouth. Her small tongue lashed out, glancing my shaft as it swung from side to side. I chuckled to myself: the image brought to mind a partygoer attempting to eat a donut from a string, or perhaps bobbing for apples considering the size of her target. At long last her lashing tongue found the head, now dripping precum, and she smiled, smearing it across her lips until it looked like a sloppy lip-gloss. Her pouting lips opened, glistening despite the soft lighting, and she stretched her jaw to its limit trying to fit my bulbous head in her mouth. Shaking her head back and forth and sending her pig-tails as well as my shaft shaking, she slowly tried to pop the head into her mouth. Her lips gained ground on the fat bulb and she began to make a mess of herself, her own saliva and my leaking precum splattering onto her abundant tits. I felt blood slowly filling my cock, making it balloon outward and stiffen. She was forced to adjust her position, but the extra stiffness in my meat allowed her to begin forcing herself down its length, the head working into her mouth with a soft pop as she continued wiggling her head down my shaft. I reached the back of her mouth and, without hesitation, she took me into her throat, working more and more of my still-growing cock into her mouth. She was halfway and I could see her struggling with the size of it, despite my prior modifications. She gagged as she got to 18 inches, the veins on her neck bulging out as she tried to stuff more cock down her insatiable throat. Her eyes watered and saliva dripped from her chin as she slowly leaned forward, to take me inch by inch. She moaned with her eyes closed, savoring the sensation. A network of nerve ending had just happened to show up in her throat, imagine that. She was dripping wet, I could see it from my vantage point. Her thighs were slick with her juices without any contact, even from herself. I had told her not to use her hands, and without enforcing my will she was incredibly compliant. 

"Enough of this," I said, drawing my cock slowly from her throat. "I think we're ready for the main, curse, hmm?" I eased my cock out of her mouth and she followed it dutifully. She wanted it so badly I had to push her off of my cock myself. Even then, she wasn't happy. She sat back on her heels and brought her hand to her tight slit, burying her fingers in her sopping cunt and pouting up at me with her full lips. Her chin still ran with saliva, which she slowly rubbed into her skin, making her glisten all over. She fondled her tits, hefting one fat nipple to her mouth and running her tongue around the nub. Her eyes rolled back and she fell forward onto all fours, her tits grazing the floor as she offered her fat ass to me in expectation. "My my, aren't we a little desperate?" I moved behind her, hefting my massive cock in my hand. It pulsed visibly, thick veins standing out from its surface. It was hot to the touch, and I knew she was dying to get filled by it.

"Please," she whimpered, a slave to the power of my rod, "put it in."

I settle behind her and aimed by head at her tight flower, slightly open from her obvious excitement. I took the head of my cock, and angry purple knob that throbbed with my heartbeat, and began sliding along her slippery hole, coating it in more of her juices. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," she moaned into the floor, clawing at the ground in anticipation, "fuck my cunt with your big cock master!"

"Your wish is my command cunt!" I murmured, giving a quick thrust from my hips and burying my head within her slippery fold. Her hot wet hole enveloped my member and the sensation. Her skin, which I had made elastic, clung to every contour of my veiny cock, and she felt every bump and ridge as I began plunging into her. I went agonizingly slow, and she tried to squirm backwards, desperate to be filled. I slapped her ass hard, leaving an angry red handprint and eliciting a soft yelp from her. "Are you that horny slut? Are you that hungry for my cock?"

"Mmmm, god... yes, give it to me, all of it. I'm hungry for it, fill me!" she was shaking her head wildly, her pig-tails helicoptering on her head as she came. For her, sex was simply one continuous orgasm. Her juices poured out from her, wetting my thighs in a wet sheen as I got half of my length inside of her. I placed my hands on her taut stomach, finding the bulge of my cock clearly outlined in her flesh. "Fuck, oh god!" She found my hand with hers, "you're in my tits, aren't you?" 




The Power Ch. 02



"Not yet, but that's not where I'm going to stop." I said with a grin. I eased forward again, slowly entering her as I buried another few inches of my cock inside of her. Finally, my groin met her soaked cunt, and a wet splat filled the room as I locked into her. I reached under her and found her fat udders, watching her skin bulge out from between my long fingers. I mercilessly mauled her tits, squeezing them and teasing her nipples while I slowly drew out from her hole and began a steady rhythm. My heavy balls made a loud, wet clap with each thrust, and as I brutally fucked her I focused my will on my cock.

"Oh god, you're so fucking big," cried the once-innocent church girl. She arched her back and rolled her shoulders, her body undulating as she took my cock deep within her. She had been right, I had entered into her chest. However, she didn't realize that I had no intention of stopping there. "Oh god, fuck me, fuck me harder. Grab my titties, rub them, oh, god, mmmmm... FUCK." Her voice was gradually becoming throatier for a reason she couldn't identify. "What's going on?"

Her curiosity didn't distract from her arousal, and when I didn't answer her she simply went back to moaning into the ground. I grabbed hold of her thighs, slick with her juices and mine, and lifted her up, rising to my feet. I stood in the center of the room, holding her against me as I was forced completely inside her. She bucked wildly in my hands and her slick body made it so that, in order to hold her, I had to wrap my arms around her chest. She was desperate for the sensation of my long cock sliding in and out of her tight hole, but I had something in mind first. I turned her around to face me, so I could look into her lust-filled eyes and lavish my tongue upon her heaving breasts. She bucked into me, grinding her hips down into mine. I began lifting her up and down along my shaft, slowly at first, watching her breasts lurch up and slap down wetly. I pulled her close to me, her tits mushrooming against my chest, her nipples little pink bullets digging into my chest. I could her shaky breathing in my ear, as she the tickle at the back of her throat shift into an increasing pressure. I let her fall back, her breasts coming away from my chest, and I leaned down, taking one of her thumb-sized nipples in my mouth. I kept thrusting into her but no longer moved her body, holding her in place as I teased her pink nubs with my tongue. I nibbled her nipple and looked up to her.

"Open up sweetheart, you've got a surprise." She looked down at me, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, and obeyed my command, and so I focused on my cock. It surged forward, gaining inch after inch, and her eyes widened as she realized what the tickle had been all along. Just as she prepared to speak, my bulbous cockhead corked her throat shut, and kept moving. As I thrust into her cunt she could feel it slowly making progress up her, growing up through her. At long last her lips stretched wide and my throbbing, fist-sized head burst free from her mouth. She was entirely speared on my monstrous cock; her kicking and thrashing informed me that she loved every minute of it. I returned my attention to her breasts, thrusting my hips so that my cock disappeared and then reappeared between her pillowy lips. I buried my face in her generous cleavage, her breasts dewy from her exertion, and I felt their comforting weight against my head. I pulled back, gazing at the sight of her being entirely impaled on my cock, and then refocused on her breasts. With all of the work I had put into making her, and then pleasuring her, I was very thirsty. I thought that refreshment were in order. 

Her breasts began to swell, filling with milk, and drooped farther down her chest. Her nipples darkened to a light brown, growing only slightly larger, as her breasts swelled from their previous size to heavy globes. Their undulations became more liquid, and the sound of her milk sloshing inside of them filled the room as I pummeled her dripping cunt. My balls were growing heavier, preparing to deal an even more impressive load as I decided on the next phase of her enslavement. Her breasts filled to bursting, stretched tight as a drum, and she grunted through my cock as she attempted to beg for relief. 

I fell onto her heavy nipples, sucking in long draws several times before being rewarded with her sweet cream. She moaned, sending vibrations through my shaft, as I suckled on her tits. Milk escaped from my lips and flowed in tiny rivulets across her body, making lacy patterns across her dewy skin. I got to my knees and laid her on her back, preparing for the final step of the session. I suckled on her until the pressure was relieved and she was no longer in pain, pummeling her the entire time. I pulled myself off of her breasts and leaned back, watching her breasts roll back over her head, wobbling back and forth across her body with the force of my thrusts. I looked at her face, still dominated by the image of my cock working its way out of her lips, and smiled. She would be forever mine.

I eased my cock back from its position, willing it down to a measly 18 inches long. She pouted up at me, but a considerable increase in girth more than made up for it. I began working on restoring her prior internal anatomy, at least in the reproductive capability. I left out the cervix for now, because that wouldn't be needed for a few minutes yet. I waited until I could feel myself probing the back of her womb before I allowed myself release. My balls, now the size of watermelons, jerked as I began pumping her full of my cum. The additional girth, while fun for her, was also useful for ensuring that she held on to every last ounce of my seed. That was crucial. She gasped and attempted to look down over her massive tits, to see what was going on. She obviously felt the pressure building as I pumped her stomach out to ludicrous proportions. The small potbelly of the previous day was dwarfed by a belly that soon made her look to be 9 months pregnant with twins. I Eased out of her, reestablishing her cervix and keeping any of my cum from being released by essentially sealing her shut. She reached down to her stomach, cradling the dome. As she did there was a loud pop, signifying her entrance into the elite club of outie belly buttons. I pulled out of her completely, still spurting cum, and covered her with it. Her tits rocked from the force of each shot, as did her stomach, which wobbled precariously. Her face was drenched and her hair plastered to the floor as I completely coated her in cum. Before finishing I released my last few loads within her sealed snatch, just for the look of cum gushing out of her little cunt. 

"Look at you," I said sweetly, brushing her slicked hair out of her face and wiping my cum from her eyes. She beamed up at me and grabbed at my cock, desperate for the last few drops that still leaked from its tip. I allowed her to clean me, then settled back, entirely sated.

"Thank you master, thank you!" she exclaimed, slowly and sensually rubbing my cum into the skin of her overly-stretched stomach. "I love being your little whore. Will you be back tomorrow?" She looked at me with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"I don't know," I said, smiling to myself. "I might have to do some 'shopping'."

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Thank you for reading my second story. Again, please contact me with comments or suggestions. Several of the features of this chapter were readers' suggestions. Hope you've enjoyed reading. :-)



The Power Ch. 03



Michael twirled the pen in his hand, disconsolately. So far the day had been something of a disappointment. Sure, the power was still there. So far, he had made his female co-workers reveal a variety of sordid details about themselves. He had learned that Terri had invited two men back to her house at the weekend and they had taken turns fucking her. He learnt that Jenny, a blond with huge tits, regularly had lesbian sex orgies with her girlfriends, even though she had a long term boyfriend. He found out that Katy, a petite brunette, had to visit the bathroom regularly to finger herself to orgasm because she got too horny at work.

As much as Michael enjoyed the stories he had not yet found the courage and the method with which to take it any further. He needed to concentrate on one person. There were too many people in the office to do that. But then the opportunity presented itself. The phone on his desk rang.

"Hi, you're through to Michael," Michael answered.

"Its Debbie, can you come to my office please."

Debbie was Michael's boss. She had something of a reputation of being a bitch. There are plenty of rumours that she slept her way to the manager's job. Michael, in truth, knew very little about her, first hand. Most of what he knew was from what he had heard. Michael had always been a little intimidated her not because of her seniority as much as her beauty. She was about forty years old, but she carried it better than anyone Michael had ever seen. She had blond hair down to her shoulders which framed a face that carried age yet her dark eyes danced with sexuality. She had surgically enhanced breasts that always strained against the material of her shirt. Michael had often dreamt of suckling on her huge tits.

Michael entered Debbie's office and sat down opposite his boss. Today she was wearing a shirt that showed her cleavage and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were clearly visible through the white shirt.

"So, Michael, what's up?" Debbie asked.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Michael replied. He was genuinely confused. You didn't just get invited to Debbie's office for a chat.

"It's been brought to my attention that you haven't done any work today. You've spent the whole morning talking to the other women."

Michael thought he caught a hint of jealousy in her voice. He also realised that she was right. He had thought of nothing all morning but his power. Work was low on his priority list for the moment. The fact that he had been called into the manager's office didn't change his priorities. He was alone with a hot woman. His power could now well and truly be tested.

Show me your tits, he thought.

Debbie began unbuttoning her shirt. "I know you are normally a good worker," she continued as she began to reveal herself. "So what's wrong today?"

Be quiet, Michael thought, just stand up so I can get a good look at those tits.

Debbie stood up and finished peeling off her shirt unleashing her tits. She cupped her huge breasts as if presenting them for Michael's inspection. Michael silently blessed the cosmetic surgeon who made this middle aged woman's breasts so huge and so firm. He guessed that this display was the final proof that his power was real.

"So, Debbie," Michael said, casually. "Go lock that door so I can get on with sucking your tits."

Debbie walked across the office her breasts unashamedly on display and turned the lock in the door preventing anyone from disturbing them. Michael came up from behind while she was ensuring their privacy and reached round her body pressing himself against her. The sight of her tits had caused his cock to stiffen and it pressed against her ass as he massaged her tits roughly. He pinched her nipples and grinded himself into her.

She moaned at the rough treatment and the stiffening of her nipples signified that she was enjoying it.

"You want me to fuck you don't you?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Debbie gasped. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a whore."

Not wanting to disappoint her, Michael grabbed hold of Debbie, swung her round and bent her over her own desk. He lifted her skirt up and revealed her large round ass barely covered by a black thong. He spanked her hard leaving a red mark on her butt cheek. She moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain.

"You're a slut Debbie," Michael said. "See how you like this. You're just a filthy whore."

"I'm your slut. I'm so fucking horny for you."

Michael peeled down Debbie's thong revealing her pussy and her asshole to Michael. He roughly stuck two fingers in her pussy and his fingers emerged covered with her juices. He licked his fingers clean.

"You taste like a slut," Michael said to his boss.

Quickly, Michael undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor unleashing his cock. Without any warning he grabbed Debbie's large hips and impaled her pussy with his stiff cock. She grunted as he entered her.

"Yeah, fuck me, you horny cunt," she demanded. "Make me come."

Michael pounded as hard as he could, thrusting deep into her. The slap of his balls on her thighs filled the office. She continued to grunt and moan every time he thrust his cock all the way to the hilt.

"I'm gonna come, baby," Debbie said.

"Not yet, my little slut," Michael said, reluctantly withdrawing his cock from Debbie's pussy.

His cock wasn't outside her for long. He quickly positioned it at her asshole and slowly began to her enter her again. His cock was lubricated from her pussy juices but it was still a tight fit as her asshole spread to accommodate his length. Slowly at first but soon picking up his pace Michael began to fuck his boss in the ass.

As he pounded his boss roughly her tits rubbed the desk and it creaked under the weight of their violent fuck. Neither of them lasted long. They both came in quick succession, Debbie first muffling her cries with her fist and Michael grunting as her filled her ass with his spunk.

"Now lick me clean," Michael demanded.

Her ass still leaking with his cream, Debbie got on her knees and hungry licked the myriad liquids from Michaels cock.

From now on you're my little slut, Michael thought as Debbie finished cleaning him and he left the office fully clothed with a grin on his face.

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Driving home that night Michael was pulled over by the police. Given the circumstances, Michael again began to doubt his powers, especially as his mental ministrations for the police car to pass him by went unacknowledged. His doubt was short-lived as he saw who had got out the car looking sexy as hell in uniform.

"Hi, Michael," his dream girl said, leaning in the open drives side window.

"Hi, Christina, I'm dreaming again aren't I?"

"No, this is real. I can demonstrate some police brutality if you want me to prove it." A sexy smile lit up her face.

"Well the thought of you putting me in handcuffs does sort of appeal, I have to say."

"Maybe later, Michael, for now we need to get on with your next step. Now let me in the car. We're going to see your new house"

"So if this is not a dream," Michael said as he drove Christina. "Then how is it possible that you're sitting in the car next to me? Isn't seeing a figment of my own imagine sort of a sign that I've gone insane?"

"Such little faith for one so young," the dream Christina said, with a sigh. "Haven't you seen and done enough today to start being a little less cynical? You've fucked your boss for God's sake."

"OK, point taken. So my new house is where exactly? And how is it mine?"

"It's not far now. I'll tell you when we're there. And it's yours because you're going to get the owner to give it to you."

"Isn't that kind of stealing, misusing my power?"

"Isn't using your power to have sex with people kind of rape? Don't feel guilty, Michael about being selfish. I promise you the women you've fucked enjoyed getting fucked and the woman whose house you're stealing won't miss it.

"Pull in here Michael," Christina said as they reached what could only be realistically described as a mansion. The huge courtyard was empty apart from a small red sports car but could have easily accommodated twenty cars. Michael could not see a for-sale sign in any of the massive windows and turned to his companion to question her. As he opened his mouth he realised he was alone in the car again.

Not knowing what else to do, Michael exited his car and approached the front door. Before he could knock the antique oak door swung open.

"You must be Michael," the woman said. He had not known what to expect to find but he was delighted the owner of the house appeared to be a beautiful woman. She was tall, a little smaller that Michael's six feet with short black hair and an athlete's body. She had soft, unguarded features that Michael immediately warmed to and she wore a bikini top and shorts that showed off her tanned, toned body.

"You've got a nice house here," Michael said, not sure of what else to say.

"You could say that," the woman replied. "To be honest, when Christina phoned saying you're interested in buying it, I was delighted. I've been trying to get rid of this place forever."

"You spoke to Christina?" Michael asked. He raised his eyebrows. For a figment of his imagination she seemed to be able to do some very real things.

"Yeah, she rang me to say you'd be coming. I guess a guy like you is too busy to speak to his secretary that often. I'm Lizzie by the way." Lizzie smiled warmly and extended her hand.

As he shook Lizzie's hand, Michael smiled in return. He wondered what story his 'secretary' had been spinning. Lizzie obviously thought he was some sort of hotshot. Part of his mind felt uncomfortable in the deceit. Mostly, though, he enjoyed the fantasy of being a huge success.

Michael spent the next half hour being shown around the house. It was even more impressive on the inside than it was on the outside. There were countless bedrooms each with its individual style. Although the house looked old from the outside everything in the house was as modern as you could imagine. As he wandered around with Lizzie and she described the house he began to become distracted. Sure the house was great but let's face it, bedrooms are not as interesting as what you can do in them. Before long Michael asked if there was anything to drink.

As they settled on Lizzie's couch Michael questioned why the house was up for sale. It turned out that Lizzie had spent the last six months with her fiancé fixing it up as a marital home. They had planned to start a family together. This was until, in Lizzie's words, 'he started fucking my best friend.'

"I'm moving to New York now," Lizzie said, her face brightening. "A fresh start and all that. I can't wait to get rid of this place to be honest."

Give me the house then, Michael thought.

"Fuck it," Lizzie said. "Take the house if you want it. It's yours."

"I don't know what to say," Michael said, in mock surprise. "At least let me give you something." Like my cock.

Lizzie set her drink down and moved closer to Michael on the couch. She reached between his legs and started rubbing Michael through his pants.

"Wow, Michael you're big," Lizzie said licking her lips. "I think we can come to some arrangement."

Michael placed his hand behind Lizzie head and pulled her towards him. They kissed roughly, their lips locked and their tongues exploring. They made out on the couch for several minutes. Michael's hands explored every inch Lizzie's sun-bronzed body just as he had with his eyes when they first met. He massaged her beautiful firm breasts, stroked her long slender legs, fondled her tight pert ass.

Before long both lovers removed their burdensome clothes. Michael marvelled at Lizzie's nubile young body as she stood before him desiring him as much as he desired her. There was not a trace of fat on her body. She obviously sunbathed naked as the tan covered her whole body. 

They made out again. This time standing, there bodies pressed against each other. Lizzie's nipples pressed into Michael's chest as they rubbed against reach other. As their desire became more pressing they began to let out small gasps and moans in between the wet sounds of their kiss. Michaels erect cock dug into Lizzie's stomach and pre-cum oozed onto them both and left an enjoyable wetness.

"I need you in me," Lizzie gasped, as they broke their fervent kiss.

Michael let himself be pulled onto the couch. She opened her legs to allow him access to her now drenched pussy. Lying on top of her, he positioned his cock at her opening and began to slowly circle the entrance to her cunt.

"Please," Lizzie begged. Michael could see the lust as he looked into her eyes. He also saw her close her eyes in pleasure as he eased his cock into her. They both moaned loudly as he filled her. She wrapped her toned legs around him as they formed a rhythm - each thrust of Michael being met with a squeal of pleasure from the raven haired beauty he was fucking.

"That's it. Fuck me hard," Lizzie moaned as their bodies rocked together, Michael's cock plunging inside her tight pussy. "You're so deep, baby."

Michael felt his balls tighten as he approached orgasm. Grunting, he unleashed what seemed like gallons of his fluid into her. This sent Lizzie over the edge as her back arched in pleasure and squealed in ecstasy. Her legs gripped Michael powerfully as he remained inside her as their orgasms subsided.



The Power Ch. 03



The Power Ch. 3

I had been out for a while, searching for a new girl while Carol absorbed the cum that I had left in her last night. She hadn't been able to get off her back when I left, leaving her flat on her back in a pool of cum, drool, and milk, her belly wobbling and sloshing with my congealing cum. I didn't know how many children she'd bare, but I knew that soon there would be several more strong, healthy boys with powers like mine. As much as I would have loved to fuck her abused pussy more, I had to leave her plumbing as nature intended if I wanted the pregnancy to work; I hadn't found my way around that problem quite yet. That always left her delectable ass, but sometimes you want the pink stuff. That leads me to now, perusing the shopping mall for suitable victims. I already had Miss "prim and proper," so now I wanted someone desperate, someone who needed me in them at all times. And that's what I found in my new latina flavor, Maria.

Maria was taller than Carol, but unlike Carol she had a delicious body and knew how to flaunt it. She had a ripe ass, perky DDs swinging loosely in her shirt, and plump red lips, begging for a thick rod between them. Her hair was luxurious, hanging in tight curls, and her eyes were a rich chocolaty brown. I walked to Maria as if I knew her, implanted myself in her mind as her master, and within minutes we were driving toward my house. Luckily, there were two bedrooms in the dungeon. Tonight was going to be a fun one.

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We got back home and I lead Carla down the other staircase to her own room, watching her ass sway in her tight miniskirt. I had gotten lucky with this one; all I'd have to do were some minor adjustments and we could start having fun. 

"Master, please, I need your cock, now!" Carla cried with a light accent, opening the door to her new home. She quickly began stripping, and I allowed her, taking off my own clothes and laying them neatly on the floor. 

"Now, now, Carla," I said, reprimanding her as she tore off her flimsy g-string, "Patience is a virtue." With that she was frozen, and I quickly went through all of the internal changes I would need to make for her to fit me, and then added thousands of nerve endings all over her body, all wired to make her go crazy at a light breeze. I focused in on her nipples, making it so that getting them to stop standing up would be nearly impossible. She would always be aroused – the perfect slut that I wanted her to be.

Her breasts were firm and large, but not the perfect globes I wanted from her. I willed her breasts to grow larger, easily reaching the size of basketballs before they stopped. Her caramel nipples grew to match, nearly the same size as Carol's were. Her ass I left alone; its natural heart shape would look perfect enveloping my cock. 

I took my true form, my heavy cock swinging 20 inches from my body, and my cannon ball sized testicles nestled in a sack that nearly reached my knees. Her eyes widened as I released her, allowing her to collapse to the floor, already needing the thick log that swung like a pendulum before her eyes. 

She longed to speak to me, whipped into a frenzy by her new-found sensitivity. "Shhhh, my pet," I murmured into her ear, "In time, my pet, in time."

I allowed her to move and speak, and immediately she fell to her knees, cradling my cock in her hands and planting sloppy wet kisses all long its thick mushroom head and soft veiny shaft.

"Adios mio, you're so big!" She cooed, nestling her cheek against my hanging balls.

"Do you like that?" I asked, teasingly.

"Of course!" She cried, continuing to lovingly stroke my cock along her silken skin. "Let me gulp you down my little throat." She winked coyly and placed her throat on my cock before humming strongly, sending vibrations along my slowly engorging shaft.

""Do you think you've earned it?" I asked, hefting my weighty cock up and letting it fall with a satisfyingly heavy smack on her forehead. It looked monstrous riding atop her face, my soft sack draping across her throat while my balls came to rest atop her ultra-sensitive nipples.

"Please papi, give me your huge cock so I can worship it with every hole I have to offer you!" she said, forcing her soft tongue into a tight point and tracing her way sensually along my shaft. She stretched her mouth obscenely over my bulging head, swirling her tongue around it and making it rise to full attention within seconds. She was now over two feet away from me, but because of my modifications to her gag reflex and her throat, was slowly inching her way down my turgid pole.

"Fuck!" I shouted, grabbing her wavy hair roughly and forcing her down faster, "Take every inch you little Latin slut!" 

She murmured into my throbbing shaft her approval, looking up at me innocently with chocolate brown eyes that screamed for more. I forced her further along the shaft, watching her neck bulge outward with my cock as I slowly made my way down her throat and into the amazingly tight tunnel I had made for myeslf. I could see myself bulging out from her stomach ad I bottomed out, my heavy balls lightly tapping her chest as she took me to the hilt. 

"You'll do," I said with a smile, lifting her with my rippling arms effortlessly as my shining cock slid from her mouth, leaving strands of her spit and my precum along my length.My head left her mouth with an audible pop leaving her gasping for air. 

"No Master," she cried, lunging foward, "I'm not finished!"

I pulled her up to my face and walked toward the iron door, swinging it open

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From the author: That is all for now, a teaser if you will. I haven't contributed to this story in around a year because I have hit every writer's nightmare: writer's block. At this point I've hit most of the things I originally wanted to, and don't know where to go. Therefore, I want to make this story more interesting by giving you, the reader, a direct input into what I write about. I was originally planning on an eight chapter story, and I would like your help. 

Please, feel free to write your own new chapters, send some ideas about where to go next, fantasies you'd like me to encompass in the following installments of the saga: anything you'd like to have an impact on the story being told. All of it will be published under my profile, but if you had a hand in its creation, you will be cited in the introductory paragraph right after I warn all the pre-teens to stop reading now. 

This is the time for a story to serve its readers in the best way possible. Any and all criticism is welcome, and any and all suggestions will be closely considered.

Sorry to tease with this introduction, but hopefully I'll be able to publish a real story soon.