3 comments/ 52249 views/ 12 favorites The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 01 By: markydaysaid Warning: This story is going to be very long and gets weirder and weirder as it goes, especially when I start to introduce supernatural elements and unrealistic portrayals of sexual acts. Some of these characters will perform feats that are superhuman and a little violent, which I know turns a lot of readers off. This story will include, but not be limited to, mind control, rape, incent, interracial sex, homosexual sex (lesbian and gay), and maybe even bestiality, if you consider monsters to be beasts. Cheers! * It was an incredibly boring looking house, in an incredibly boring looking neighborhood, or at least it seemed that way to me, but growing up in New York City really fucked with your standards. It was actually a nice house. Two stories, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, attic, basement, garage, front yard, back yard, and all that shit. I didn't have any of that shit in New York, my mom and I couldn't afford it. But New York was New York, the capitol of the world, the Big Apple, and this town was . . . what? Nothing. Even its name was hokey: Wet Valley. Wet Valley? Wet . . . Valley? An internet article I had read said that the name was an Anglicization of an old Native American name that meant Fertile Valley or something like that, but that was literally all that article had to say on the matter. Other than that the only notable things about Wet Valley was that it possessed a so-so football team, an above average baseball team, and an exceptional cheerleading team. I hated football. I hated baseball. And I abso-fucking-lutely hated cheerleaders. I could tell I wasn't going to fit in around this town. It was Americana personified, filled with people trying to be Barbie and Ken dolls, and I was, well . . . Goth? Emo? A faggot? I wasn't sure how to label myself, which wasn't a problem in New York. Whoever or whatever you were in New York, there were other people like you. In this town I felt like Edward Scissorhands. As I walked in my new empty house I came to one of the bathrooms and analyzed myself in the mirror, which I did a lot. My brown hair had been dyed black for years, and it hung over half my face. I wore eye-liner most of the time, which I was probably going to stop doing unless I wanted everyone at my school calling me a faggot. I unzipped my hoodie. I wasn't wearing any t-shirt underneath. It was hot and humid in Wet Valley. My chest was thin and muscular, my abs had gotten to the point I wanted them. I did a lot of cardio and only ate vegetarian, not that I called myself a vegetarian (that would be too faggoty). I looked good, and I didn't feel like a total douche for thinking so. Most of my girlfriends thought I was hot. All of my boyfriends thought I was hot. Looking at myself in the mirror was getting me turned on, not that I was some sort of narcissist or anything. I had spent the last three days hopping from hotel to hotel in a moving van with my mother. I never got a good opportunity to rub one out. Everything was giving me a boner. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down below my hairless crotch. I sheaved off all of my body hair regularly, I thought it looked gross otherwise. One man I had slept with, an older man I met at a New Year's party, had said that I was a 'twink,' which I found offensive because I generally didn't like titles. I still sucked his cock though. He was big and handsome and rugged, exactly my type. I pulled the jeans down and my cock sprang out, and for a moment I looked at it the way my lovers did. I was well hung. I was very well hung, actually. Only once had I slept with a man with a bigger penis than me, and he was black. My cock was ten inches long when hard, and it was as thick around as a lady's wrist. I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, my jeans around my ankles, and I gave myself a little smirk. I flexed for myself, and struck a couple poses with my hard cock going in different directions, pretending to be some sort of action hero in a porno. I started to think of New York, of all the lovers I left behind, of all the clubs that didn't care that I was only eighteen, and I started to jack off. I was sad, but I was also horny as hell. Going three days without rubbing one out did that to me. I don't thing I had ever gone so long without masturbating since I shot my first load while looking through one of my mother's fitness magazine five years ago. "Aw, yeah," I moaned quietly. My cock was thanking me for stroking it, my balls were screaming to relieve themselves of the last three days worth of torture. "Fuck yeah." I was almost there. I actually felt proud of myself for bringing my big cock to orgasm so quickly, and in my arousal I started to compliment myself, playing the role of a lover. "Oh baby, you are such a stud." I stretched my cock out its full ten inches of thickness. "What a big . . . delicious . . . fucking . . . cock." "Having fun, sweetie?" I spun around, naked from the knees up, cock in hand. My mother was standing in the doorway. I had forgotten to close the fucking door. She was smiling at me, and looking directly down at my so-close-to-popping penis. She was leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, standing in her baggy sweater and jean shorts. Her skin was always two shades darker than mine (she tanned), and her short hair was a tastefully bleached strawberry blonde. I think most boys would have liked to find an athletic, curvy, attractive forty year-old in the doorway while masturbating, but not when that attractive woman was your mother. "Mom!" I tried to pull my pants up and move out of view, but I tripped and fell into the tub. I hit me head a little against the tile, but worse, I was stuck on my back with my cock poking straight up, right above my face. A tingling was working its way down my cock. I was very close to cumming, and I was worried that I about to bust my nut on my own face, with my mother watching. "Mom! Shit! Get at of here!" "Are you okay, sweetie? Did you hurt your head?" "Mom! Shit!" "Oh grow up. You were the one playing with yourself with the door open. You think I don't know what you're doing up in your room all night with your computer on, or when you have one of you 'friends' over?" "Mom! Fuck you! Get out!" She looked a little pissed when I yelled "Fuck you," but she wasn't going to make a big thing of it. She didn't leave either though, and even as I tried to shove my giant cock back into my pants she kept looking right at it. I got out of the tub and turned around, feeling less embarrassed by showing my ass than my penis for some reason. I was just starting to feel a little better when I felt my mother's hand reach around and softly grasp the base of my dick. Her hand was smaller than mine, and softer. My nerves warned me that jizz was eminent. "Mom . . ." "Well you certainly didn't get this from your father." ". . . please leave." Her hand left my cock and I could feel her moving away. "Once you've taken care of that . . . thing . . . can you finish unloading the van? I want to unpack the kitchen stuff." She left without waiting for an answer and I slammed the door shut. My heart was beating like a speed-freak and my cock was now screaming for the soft hand to come back and finish it off. This was not the most embarrassing episode I had ever gone through with my mother. There was the time when she caught me sucking my math tutor's cock in my bedroom. There was the time she caught me fucking one of her friends from the gym . . . in her bed. The worst had been when some of the kids at school had found out what my mother did when she was in her twenties. My mother had made movies. My mother had been a pornstar. As I sat on the toilet provoking my impatient cock to its needed climax my head spun with images of Asian girls in school uniforms and athletic black men taking outdoor showers, but my mind kept drifting back to one thing, no matter how much I hated it. I kept thinking about the way my mother's hand had felt on the base of my cock, and the way her voice sounded when she called it "that thing." I came. I came a lot. ##### The last box I unloaded from the van was the one I had hidden behind the few pieces of furniture we had decided to drag with us all the way from New York. Mostly stuff that had belonged to my grandparents, mom and I were cool with the idea of getting all new stuff. That made the house feel like a fresh start. This box was special to me though, and I had gone to a little bit of trouble to hide it from my mom. It was my porn box, not that you'd be able to tell even if you looked inside. I kept all my porn in digital formats: jpegs, gifs, and video files, all of which was put onto a 500 gigabyte external hard drive. 500 gigs was a lot of information, but to my slight embarrassment, or maybe pride, I was actually running out of room on it. I collected and archived porn with an almost pathological fixation, and I took great pride in it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find ten gigs worth of tasteful high quality videos of fitness models exercising in the nude? It took a while. It was probably time to upgrade to 1 or 2 terabyte drive, which was fine. They weren't that expensive. I also had a few ounces of weed in the box, which was worth hiding as well. As I was carrying my box into the house I saw my mother talking to one of the neighbors. The sun was setting behind them so I could only see their outlines in the corona. Something about my mother's body language instantly told me she was flirting, or at least trying to. I had fucked enough girls to know what they looked like when they were thinking about fucking. ". . . anytime you want," the neighbor was saying. He was man. A big one. "You don't even need to ask me. Just come over and hop in anytime." "God," my mom said, spinning a little on one of her legs. "My own private pool. Not a lot of those in New York. I always had to fight for a lane with the twenty year-olds at the gym." I was suspicious of what this douche-bag was offering to my mother. For an ex-pornstar she was still a little too trusting of people, especially men. More than once I had watched her go out on a date expecting it to be the start of an actual relationship, only to get popped-and-dropped. I hated the douche-bags who used my mother for sex, and I hated her for falling for it. I was being a little hypocrite though. I popped-and-dropped all the time, boys and girls, but they were usually other eighteen year-olds. Kids that age needed to get popped-and-dropped a few times. I walked up to my mom and almost stumbled when my cock wanted to spring up. Out neighbor was fucking gorgeous. Tall, rugged, muscular, forty something male with short messy brown hair and a killer smile. Despite my mother obviously liking him I started praying 'Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.'" "Heya champ," he said to me, friendly but impersonal. "Nice to meet you." I guessed he wasn't gay. Gay men didn't say 'heya champ.' "Hey." My mother was so giddy she forgot who I was. "This is my . . . son. Son! This is my son. Riley. Rye-Rye" "Well heya Rye-Rye. I'm Dante, you're new neighbor." "Hey." "I was just telling your mom here that I have a pool that you two are welcomed to use whenever you want." His smile was sexy, confident, friendly, and completely fake. I hated douche-bags like this, no matter how much I wanted to stick my dick down his throat. I got hard imaging just that. "Cool. Whatever. I mean, I don't like to tan." He laughed. "Yeah. I can see that, Dracula." My mother laughed. She loved it when men bullied me for some twisted reason. She thought it was 'friendly.' I hated it. "Yeah, well, nice talking to you Dante. I got to go unload this stuff." That stuff being my porn and weed. As I went back into the house I could see that my mother was doing her best to seem flirty and cute to Dante the Douche-bag. She was biting her lip and flipping her hair, doing everything no forty year old woman had any business doing. My mother was an exception though, I guess. Even at forty she really didn't look much different than she had when she was twenty, but her whole reputation as a pornstar was related to her immortal youth. That was the curse and blessing of being Roxanne Fox, or as she was more wildly known amongst the spank-banks of American boys, Rox the Fox. As they flirted a car drove up, a nice one, one of those family cars. The woman who got out was stunning. Long brown legs, perfect brown arms, and two big brown tits that almost spilled out of her flimsy purple summer dress. Her hair was long, wavy, and dark, and on her forehead was a perfect little red dot. The wind blew her hair and dress about like a perverted ghost, and I got a clear view of her black lacey panties, but she hardly reacted. Like a runway model she strutted over to Dante and my mother. "I'm here," she said. "Go wait inside," Dante responded. He sounded almost angry. The friendly act was gone. The woman, Indian by appearance, British by accent, headed straight for his front door without ever looking away. She was almost robotic in her movements. The wind blew again and I saw her perfect, bubble brown butt and the little black thong that clung to her curvy hips. She disappeared inside Dante's house. "Who was that," my mother asked, sounding very jealous and disappointed. "A friend," Dante answered. He smiled, but he sounded angry. He said goodbye to my mother, offered his pool to her again, "me casa es su casa," and followed the Indian goddess inside. My mother stumbled back looking a little defeated, her cute pixie face pouting like a little girl's. She patted me on the back, and then reached into my box. She pulled out the weed and headed inside. "I'm going to take a bath and get high. Have fun jerking off to all that porn you have on that hard drive." ##### For a while I had tried my best to not jerk off to my porn collection. Something about my mom knowing about it made the porn seem less sacred I had been so vigilant, so secretive, and yet my mother had known about it this whole fucking time. She had even taken all of my weed. Fucking bitch. Without my marijuana I had nothing to do but whack my anaconda though, so I did, and I didn't regret a moment of it. Going stoic these last three days had really built up a huge surplus of jizz in my strawberry-sized balls, and after a three hour marathon of jerking off I had already busted three times and showed no signs of stopping. This was going to be one of those nights in which I wouldn't strip fapping until the sun rose. It was a hot night. Hot and humid and sticky. I sat on an old flimsy wooden chair that I padded with pillows while I beat my stick to one of my favorite videos. It was a fourteen minute clip of a handsome, fit black man absolutely fucking the shit out of a busty blonde woman. It wasn't that I was obsessed with interracial porn or anything . . . at least not anymore . . . but black guys were hot, white girls were hot, big dicks were hot, big tits were hot, so . . . back guy, plus white girl, plus big dick, plus big tits equaled totally-fucking-hot. I was ready to cum again. I didn't have any tissues or jizz-rags at hand. I was just cumming straight onto my chest. I could wash it off later. But then I felt something, some strange tugging in my body, like an invisible hand stroking my prostrate. It wasn't unpleasant, it actually felt good, but it was just strange. I wondered if I needed to fart, or if I was lightheaded from all the masturbation, but the feeling was totally new. I took off my headphones and stood up. My thick ten inches of cock stood up like a fifth limb. I let it hang out there, admiring it, and I swear I could feel something touching it. I turned, following the ghostly fingers that were stroking my cock and cupping my balls, and it lead me to the window. My room had a very large window seat, a place I could lay dawn and look out the window at our neighbor's house. I could see the side of their house and most of their backyard, including a large pool that was sounded by comfy looking chairs and lush flowerbeds. I realized right then that this was Dante's house. I looked out the window and saw a brown shape moving in the pool. The curvaceous body came to the edge of the steps and rose, waterfalls of warm water and mist dripping off her big, firm tits and perfect ass. It was the Indian woman from earlier, and she was stark-fucking-naked. I didn't turn away, or even pretend to respect that busty bitch's privacy. She was naked, she was hot, I could see her, and so she belonged to me. I took a hold of my dick and gave it a few slow, excruciatingly pleasurably strokes. She walked around the pool, jiggling with sexual jelly. This was better than anything on my computer, and I knew that she was what I was going to bust my next nut at. I just had to pick the right moment. The tingling returned again, deep in my groin, like warm water washing over my prostate. Another person came into view. It was Dante, and I almost lost control of my orgasm when I saw him. He . . . was . . . a . . . GOD! His body was perfectly fit, like a brilliant erotic Greek stature, except his skin was tan and grizzled with just the right amount of hair. Despite the fact that I was a 'twink' I was not attracted to other twinks. I liked a man to have some hair, but not too much. I liked the way it smelled, and I liked the way it felt against my naked skin. I shivered as I imagined myself in bed with Dante, my slender frame resting against his broad, hot chest. I imagined the Indian with us, her soft, supple tits pushing into my back, and her silky, puffy lips wrapped around my cock. Dante was naked, and I lost my breath when I saw that his thick cock was just as big as mine, maybe even bigger. I wanted so badly to grab his cock and press it against mine so that I could measure them. I wanted to suck his dick so badly my mouth watered. He and the Indian babe began to talk. She was moving her hips like she had an itch deep in her body. She was begging to get fucked, I just knew it, and from the look of Dante's smile I think he knew it too. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear what. The Indian woman took two steps toward him, her big tits squishing against his hard chest, and then she glided down to her knees. I could only see the back of her head, but from the looks of it she was either licking, smelling, her even kissing the head of his massive cock. I wanted to do all three. Her head began to move back and forth, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She was sucking that cock like a pro. I jacked my cock at the same tempo she was sucking. I wanted my pleasure to be matched to his. I wanted to cum when he came. I wanted to see his muscles bulge, his smile explode, and I wanted to see that slut's brown face get coated with his thick cream. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the incredible pleasure I was feeling, but when I opened them I saw that my two secret friends were moving inside. "Oh shit," I almost cried. My beautiful sex-fairies were vanishing. I started to beat my cock desperately, wanting to cum while I could still look at the perfect lovers, but then a strange thing happened. The tingling came on stronger than ever, as if a ghostly cock was penetrating its way up my lubricated ass. The strange feeling was so unreal that I actually stopped moving. I wondered if I was having a seizure, and then a voice spoke in my head. [Not yet Riley, don't cum yet. Wait a moment. I have something so sweat for you]. "What the fuck?" I said aloud. I had heard a voice in my head. An actual voice. A man's voice, a booming, deep voice that vibrated in my ribcage. It was so real, so clear, but it couldn't have been. Was I hallucinating? Was I just horny and tired and hearing things? The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 01 I was about to go back to my porn stash when one of the windows in the house lit up. The room was literally directly across from mine, and the window was tall and wide. I could see most of the room inside, which was dominated by a large red bed. The door swung open and a strange form entered. It was the Indian woman with her legs wrapped around the muscular waste of the powerful Dante. They were kissing as if they were trying to swallow each other's tongues, and I could see long strands of spit dripping from her chin onto her shiny brown tits. I was scared that they would see me, but I knew they couldn't. The light was on in their room, it was off in mine. That meant that their window would be like a mirror and they would be unable to see me. Brazenly, I continued to masturbate. Dante grabbed his Indian prize by the hips and tossed her on the bed. Her voluptuous body bounced on then came to a rest. She never stopped writing though, with her legs spread wide open and her hands desperately gliding over her chocolate tits and brown pussy. She was biting her lip and on the verge of tears. She was dying for cock, begging for it. She needed cock and she needed it now. Dante just stood over her and smiled, his massive fuck-tool hanging over her like an executioner's axe. His cock looked like it was actually twitching, and his balls hung heavy with the promise of hot, salty cream. The Indian thrust her hips up, begging for him to put her out of her pain, but he didn't move. [What do you want to happen here Riley?] "Wh . . . what?" The voice! It was so fucking clear. I looked around the room, expecting to find a ghost or seomthing, but I was alone. [What do you want to see? Do you want to watch this horny milf suck some fat cock? Do you want to see this naughty housewife get spanked? Maybe watch her take it up the ass? Anything for you, stud.] I gasped. The voice must have been my subconscious or something, a figment of my most perverted thoughts. It was a little scary to know that I was talking to myself, but something about being a little crazy seemed fun. I looked at the Indian's pussy, the brown, dripping gash that she was offering so submissively to her conquer. I wanted to dive in and eat that pussy. I wanted to rip her apart with my tongue. [You want to see her pussy get eaten. Alright. It looks delicious.] Dante smiled, and then to my shock he dove down face first and began licking his slut's sopping wet pussy with long, slow strokes of his big tongue. The Indian's back arched off of the bed as she screamed in erotic gratitude. I could see her literally dripping onto the bed as Dante really started to go at her. Then she came. Her body started to shake as if she were being electrocuted, her large tits jiggling like two bags of jelly, her legs shaking as if they were both about to break. The muscles in her stomach stood out in server detail, which really turned me on. I got horny for all kinds of things, being a total pervert, but I fucking loved a woman with six-pack abs almost more than anything, almost more than big cock. Dante pulled away, licking his lips. The Indian collapsed to the bed, covered in sweat and gasping for air. [What now Riley? What does this slut need?] I was so fucking horny that my thoughts started to go to some very dark places. I don't know why it is, but the hornier I got the more I want to watch something violent and twisted, or at least something that showed a bitch being fucked to within an inch of her life. I had a special folder of porn for this need, filled with videos of girl's being fucked by machines, of men being kicked in the balls. [Do you want to see this bitch get slapped, Riley?" "Fuck . . . yes." I wanted that so much. My cock was hot to the touch, the tingling in my body was like a slow, full-body orgasm. Dante smiled, reached down, and grabbed a big handful of the Indian's long dark hair. He pulled her up, her beautiful face cringing in a little bit of pain. He brought her to her knees on the bed. She could barely stay up under her own power, her legs never stopped shaking. She looked up into his face with big, dark, worshipful eyes. Her dark lips hung open in a stupid half-smile. Dante smiled back. Then he raised his other hand, and he brought it down like a meteor. SLAP!!! His back handed slap struck her open mouth with such force that I could feel its impact in my chest. Her upper body snapped down to the bed and she almost bounced off it. After a long moment she slowly, painfully rose up. I couldn't see her face at fist, with all the black hair hanging in the way. She pulled her hair back, and I could see her face. She looked surprised more than scared, but she tapped her puffy black lips with her fingers and saw that she was bleeding. Her breathing grew heavy, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief, but she never screamed or lashed back. She had accepted her punishment. She knew she deserved it. [And now?] "Fuck her," I said aloud, as if I were talking to someone standing right next to me. "Get behind her and fuck her from behind. Grab her tits and fuck her like you're trying to break her. I want to see her face while it happens." [You naughty boy.] Dante placed one leg up on the bed, position himself behind her like a stud readying to mount his mare. He grabbed her juicy hips and raised her ass up, bringing it to his iron-hard tool. With one hand he started pressing her bubble ass onto his pole, and with his other hand her grabbed her shoulder, pulling her whole body back onto him. He was going slow, struggling to fit every thick inch into her dark meat. The fear of his fist was replaced by the fear of his cock as he started to impale her. He was huge, and he was stretching her. He started to pump. He started to pump hard. After about a minute of fucking her straight doggy-style he propped her up, bringing her smooth back against his hard chest. Her large tits bounced like basketballs with every powerful thrust. He let them flop around for a few strokes before he took both strong hands and squeezed her juicy tits. He squeezed so hard that I thought they were going to pop, and my perverted heart leapt for joy when I saw white liquid beginning to spray from her chocolate tits. "Holy shit! She's lactating!" [She's a mother, Riley. She had a baby less than a year ago. Not a bad body for a milf, eh?] I wanted to suck her tits. I wanted to bite down on her big, brown nipples and suck them dry. [I love milk.] Dante pulled one of her arms up and wrapped it around his neck, his own head coming around her armpit and his mouth taking a large bite right into the dark meat of her nipple. She screamed in pleasure and pain as his mouth filled with hot milk, white rivers escaping down his chin as he sucked. She climaxed again. Her body went perfectly still this time, rather than vibrate, but she was screaming her head off as her nipples and pussy exploded with a wet release. As her orgasm started to die down she was more placid, more submissive, but it was clear that Dante could easily build her up for another one. [I can do this all night, Riley, but I think we should bring it to an end. This bitch needs to get to work early tomorrow, and I want you to get plenty of rest.] "Okay . . . okay . . . finish her. Fuck her till you want to cum. But I want to see you cum. On her tits, her face, I don't care. Just let me see it." [Yes. Watch this.] Dante went into overdrive. The speed and power of his thrusts reached a level that I didn't think was humanly possible, and I considered that it was very likely that I was hallucinating. The Indian's eyes had rolled up into the back of her skull, her tongue was wagging out like a tired dog's, and her entire brown body sparkled with sweat, milk, and her own cum. Dante screamed. I could hear him. I could feel him. My house shook. My body melted. I began to cum with him, and my body transformed into pure energy. He pulled her off of his cock, which took a long time because he was so deep her. He flipped her over, dropping her defeated body on her back. He got on top, every perfect muscle in his godlike body was exploding with sexual nirvana. His cock was already cumming. I could see it pumping back and forth like a shotgun and it sent rope after rope of thick sex-plaster over his conquest. The Indian's brown body became crisscrossed with white streaks of cream as he worked his way from her tits to her face. He was cumming in buckets, and she was going to drown in it. I was cumming too, harder and more painfully than I had ever cum before. Jets of semen fired from my jizz-cannon and struck loudly against the window. It was like my penis had turned into a fire-hose and I started waving it back and forth as if my body where on fire. The next several blasts when straight up, one hitting me in the eye, and the rest landing on my beating chest. When it was over my knees were shaking, my heart was beating like crazy, and I thought I was going to pass out. I looked through the window and saw that Dante looked the same. His body was dripping with sweat, and his wide chest expanded with his big, heavy breaths. The tingling in my body was still there, but it started to subside. It felt like my ghostly lover was withdrawing his cock from my well-fucked anus, and my blood was thick with heroin. [That was amazing.] "That . . . that was perfect." [Now go to bed, champ. Young boys need their rest.] "O . . . okay." [Sweet dreams.] I had no idea what the voice was. I had done a lot of drugs . . . a lot . . . but nothing had felt so lucid and yet dreamy as what I had just experience. Not acid, not ecstasy, not DMT, not anything. It was as if some part of my subconscious mind had read the future, or that I was controlling Dante through my mind, or that Dante was speaking into my mind. In any case, I felt extremely tired, and my body ached with powerful sexual satisfaction. I fell onto the mattress I had in my room, stinking of sweat on the thick layers of cum across my chest and stomach. It was so hot and humid that I didn't even need to put on a blanket, so I just fell down and went to sleep. My dreams were of Dante. To be continued . . . The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 02 Story till Now: Riley Fox and his mother Roxanne Fox have moved from New York City to a small southern town called Wet Valley. On their first day they met their neighbor, Dante, a handsome, rugged man, and the object of both Riley's and Roxanne's desire. That night, Riley witnesses Dante having intense sex with an unnamed Indian woman, and has an unusual psychic experience in which a disembodied voice, presumably Dante's, converses with him. ##### Riley Fox: an attractive, bisexual eighteen year old. A little Goth, a little Emo, and a total pervert. He is very experienced sexually and resents moving away from New York. Roxanne Fox: Riley's ex-pornstar mother, Rox the Fox. Forty years old, but said to look like she is still in her twenties. Nice curves, pixie-face, short dirty blonde hair. Dante???: the Foxes' new neighbor, a ruggedly handsome man. ##### The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic: Chapter 2 My body was sore with sexual contentment. The long night of masturbation and voyeurism had left me with a feeling of absolute satisfaction, and the humid air hung on me like a blanket. Last night's events now felt like a dream. Dante, the Indian woman, the ghostly tingling in my body, and the sexy voice. It must have been a dream, nothing so perfect could be real. A rustling sound stirred me from my peaceful rest. My room was bright with the morning sun and I stretched out like a lazy lion, feeling my muscles pop back into movement. My cock was stiff and pointing to my belly button. I lazily stroked it a few times, enjoying the feeling of the morning-wood, and I considered rubbing another one out. There was nothing better than a good morning orgasm. "Are you really going to masturbate again?" I looked up. My mother was standing in the open doorway, holding a broom in one hand. She was dressed in nothing by a loose jersey that had belonged to one of her ex-boyfriends and a pair of boy-cut underpants. Her short dirty blonde hair was tied back with a bandanna. She was looking right at my ten inch cock. "M-mom . . . MOM!!!" I rolled off the mattress and scrambled desperately for a blanket or something to cover myself with, but there was absolutely nothing at hand. I hadn't unpacked my linens yet and I had slept naked. I had nothing to cover my stiff erection with and my hands weren't big enough to cover it all. "Mom! Get out! Get . . . the . . . fuck . . . out!" She got angry. "Excuse me, mister? You can't talk to me like that." "Mom! I need . . . I need my fucking privacy! Shit!" "Why? So you can masturbate again? Sweetie, I know what dried semen looks like. You're covered in it. You look like one of those girls after a gang-bang. I never did those movies, but I had friends who did." "Oh-my-fucking-god! Can we not talk about your career in porn?" I tried covering my cock, but my hands could only cup my large strawberry-sized testicles. The ten inch shaft still pointed straight up, waiting for its morning wanking. "Leave me alone!" My mother kept looking down at me, frowning intensely. "You want me to leave? Okay. I'm going to go over to Dante's for a swim, because he was so nice to offer, and your ass is going to clean the gutters. Whoever owned this house last apparently neglected them. The ladder is in the garage. "Fine! Fuck! Get out!" She finally left, but not before taking a long, good look at my raging boner. She smirked a little before disappearing. The fucking bitch. Why was she doing this to me? She always came in at the worst moments and just stood there. I remember when she had caught me sucking my math tutor's cock a few months ago. She had just stood there laughing. What kind of reaction for a mother is that? Absentmindedly, I began stroking my cock again. My erection wasn't going anywhere until I drained it, and I didn't want to clean the gutters with ten inches of dick straining against my shorts. I stroked it quick, remembering the beautiful sight I had gotten last night of Dante fucking that Indian woman he had over. I remembered his muscles, his smile, his thrusts, and his giant cock. I remembered her chocolate nipples, her toned stomach, her perfect ass, and her lactating breasts. Then, reluctantly, I imagined my mother changing into her swimsuit. She was going over there right now, right to the spot I watched Dante get a blowjob from that naked milf. I imagined my mother in the Indian woman's place. I imagined her sucking Dante's cock. I imagined her getting fucked blind in his bedroom. I imagined her getting coated with his copious amounts of thick cum. I came. All over myself, I came. ##### It took me forever to get out of the shower. Washing off all of the dried semen coating my chest and face proved to be quite a chore. The hot water filled the bathroom with the smell of my cum, and my head swam with its thick aroma. I hadn't cummed that much in a single night for quite a while. I was very impressed with myself. When I got out of the shower I walked down the hall with a towel tied around my waste that was only wide enough to barely cover my swinging genitals. It was the only thing I wore as I searched through the unpacked boxes looking for my work clothes. I heard footsteps and turned around to see my mother waking towards me. She was wearing the skimpiest, most revealing, sluttiest pink thong bikini I had ever seen. "What . . . what the fuck is that?" I asked, pointing to the tiny little triangles that held back her firm breasts. I could see the edges of her nipples around the little pink triangles. "What? This?" she asked, looking cutely down at herself. "It's called a bikini sweetie. You really should go swimming more often." I was furious, not just because my mother was so fucking clueless, but also because she was making my dick hard again. I felt it lifting the towel around my legs. "That is not a bikini! That is a piece of floss! Why are you wearing it?" "Well, yesterday, when Dante was offering his pool to me he asked what kind of swimsuits I wore. I remember . . . I remember . . ." My mother's pixie face drifted off, as if trying to remember something from a long time ago. ". . . I think I was telling him how sexy I used to dress, back when you were young, but that I didn't do that anymore. He said . . . he said I should start dressing again. Especially when he . . . when he was around." I was confused. What the fuck was she talking about? Why would she tolerate a complete stranger saying something like that to her? "Mom . . . please go put something less revealing on." My mother shook her head, as if coming back to her senses from a drunken binge, but she ignored me. She smiled, and she grabbed the towel from around my waist, leaving me totally naked. My hardening cock flopped up for attention. I was standing totally nude in the living room, completely exposed in front of the house's largest windows. The whole neighborhood could see my monster cock. There was middle-aged woman watering her lawn across the street, and a group of teenage girls rolled by on their bicycles. If any of them turned to my house for even a moment they would get a big eyeful of my tight ass and thickening erection. "Mom! What the fuck!" "I need a towel for the pool. Thanks sweetie." My mother kissed me on the cheek, her surprisingly perky breasts squishing against my chest. My cock slapped against her stomach. She turned around and marched out the back, her round ass rolling with every step. I needed to jerk off again. ##### Standing on the roof, reaching down into the gutters to pull out the thick soup of dead leaves, I was feeling very bothered. I was dripping with sweat, my joints ached, I was tired, and the entire time I was cleaning the gutters I had to watch my mother swimming back and forth in my neighbor's pool, wearing nothing more than her tiny pink thong and bikini top. With every lap I could see her round ass floating above the surface, or as she did her back-strokes I could see her breasts cutting through the water. Luckily Dante wasn't there. I had figured that the only reason he had offered to let my mother swim in his pool was so he could gawk at her. The only thing men wanted my mother for was sex, as all of her past relationships had proven, and yet she would still fall head-first for any douche-bag who showed the slightest interest in her. I didn't want that same thing to happen with Dante, especially after what I had seen him do to that Indian woman. He had destroyed her. I could only imagine what he would do to my mother, a former pornstar. My cock started to get hard again. And just then, as if summoned by my dirty thoughts, Dante emerged from the house. "Roxy!" he called to my mother. Roxy? Roxy? He was already calling my mother Roxy? Not Roxanne, or Ms. Fox? That asshole. I couldn't hear the conversation that followed, but my mother swam to the pool's edge with a big, bright smile on her face. Dante was only wearing a pair of ripped jeans that exposed his knees and even little patches of his muscular ass. His back was rippling with power, and his arms looked strong enough to lift my mother right up out of the water and carry her inside to his sex-den. He and my mother yammered about something for a minute, and then he offered her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her out of the pool. She came up like a mermaid in an erotic dream, waterfalls fell down her pornographic body, and her breasts bounced when he set her down. She stood very close to him, so close that her breasts touched his hard chest, and they spoke a little more. He led her over to one of his pool chairs. She got down on her stomach, arching her back slowly as she descended, offering him a good, long look at her firm buttocks. Dante had a bottle of sunscreen, and he sprayed a large load into his hand. My mother wiggled in anticipation as he lathered his hands. I could actually hear my mother moan when his hands came down, right onto the round globes of her ass. I darted down the ladder and went around the fence to his backyard. By the time I got close to where he was molesting my mother he already had her thong peeled down her ass, and her top was untied. His hands were roaming over her body like a rapist's. Rubbing, groping, pinching, pulling, and my mother could not sit still even a little. She writhed and moaned with every touch. One of his hands drifted down the crack of her ass, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into her crevice, and then the tips of his fingers disappeared between her glistening thighs. My mother squealed a little. "Mom! I've finished cleaning the gutters!" I yelled in a big awkward voice. Both Dante and my mother looked up at me, whatever romantic atmosphere they had been growing had just been shattered by my untimely interruption. Despite my cock-blocking, Dante never lost that stupid smile of his. My mother, on the other hand, looked ready to bite my throat out. "Okay," she said. "Thanks. Now . . . go away." I wasn't going anywhere. "I was thinking that maybe Dante needs his gutters cleaned, or maybe he has some other work around the house that needs doing. I'm willing to help, just to be a good neighbor, you know." "Actually," Dante said, "I could use some help carrying a few loads of gardening soil that I have in my truck up front. I would love the help." My mother looked betrayed. "Yeah . . . but . . . Riley can do that on his own." "No, no. I want to help him. It'll give us a chance to talk and get acquainted. I'll catch up with you latter, okay Roxy?" My mother's large blue eyes looked ready to cry. Her puffy lips trembled a little. Then she looked at me with pure hatred, like I was a pile of shit she had just stepped in. She pulled her pink thong back up into the crack of her ass, and then she retied the top to her back. "Fine," she huffed, and then angrily marched back to our house, her ass bouncing with every step. "Have fun with your dirt." I sighed in relief. Mission Cock-Block had been a success. But now I was alone with Dante, my handsome, rugged neighbor, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of ripped jeans, and I mean nothing. There were some holes on the pants over his ass and thigh, and it was obvious that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I wasn't either, and I could feel my cock starting to tingle and grow. I have no idea how long I was staring at him. "So," he said. "Shall we get started?" "Let's," I said, licking my lips. ##### Dante's truck was as big and rugged as he was, and something about its dirty, rock-scratched exterior turned me on. It made him look like a man of constant activity, a working man, shoveling dirt and moving from worksite to worksite, swinging tools with heroic strength, dripping with sweat and smelling of masculine pheromones. I had to walk funny to hide my erection. I, on the other hand, hated getting dirty, I hated sweating in any context other than working out or having sex, and I generally hated yard work. It seemed so weird that I was so hot for characteristics in other men that I did not see in myself. His truck's bed was filled with heavy bags of gardening soul, so many that it took the both of us almost an hour to move it all. It was another hot and humid day, and we were both sweating freely. I stripped down to my shorts, and I was very satisfied to catch Dante giving my young body a look over. 'Go ahead and look, daddy' I thought. This was the reason I worked out so much. We made small talk as we carried the bags of soil around the house and to his shed where we stalked them back up, but nothing really big came up. He asked me about New York, about what subjects I was interested in at school, bla-bla-fucking-bla. He never asked me about the things I wanted to talk about. He never asked me whether I preferred sucking cock getting my cock sucked. He never asked if I was a top or bottom. He never asked if I liked to have three-ways with another dude and one girl. Of course, those subjects would have been more than a little awkward for two complete strangers to talk about, but those thoughts kept coming to perverted mind. When we were finally finished he offered me a beer. I was still only eighteen but I said yes. Alcohol often led to sex. We stood in front yard drinking our beers, both of us shirtless and sweating. A blonde woman across the street was watering her plants, and I could tell she was taking her time when she saw Dante's sun-tanned muscles. The same group of teenage girls from earlier came by on their bikes, and one girl almost crashed into a car when she saw us. Dante's jeans had slipped down to the lowest point of his waist, revealing his sexy groin muscles, and even the very top of his bulging cock. My head was dizzy with images of his big, sweaty, cock. The strange tingling from the night before was returning. It wasn't just being aroused, this tingling was something completely unprecedented in my experiences with sex and drugs. It felt like a hundred ghostly fingers were tickling my body, with one thick ghostly cock making its way up my ass, massaging my sensitive prostate. My cock was getting hard as a phantom hand began to massage my balls. I tried to keep it down but it was impossible to not become erect. Dante was going to see. A ten inch cock was hard to hide. I decided to distract him by talking. "So . . . Dante . . . can I . . . um . . . ask you a question?" "Sure champ. What about?" "Well last night . . ." Shit! Shit, shit shit! I was talking about last night. Why? The only thing I did last night was jerk off as I watched him fucking the shit out of that Indian woman. I was going to reveal myself as a total pervert and peeping tom. I think what I wanted to ask about was the strange tingling, the tingling I seemed to get when Dante was close. "Did you have fun?" he asked, smiling. "Wh-what do you mean?" Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit! "Last night? With Mrs. Khan? That was hot. Especially when you had me slap her. She wasn't happy about that this morning, but I got a kick out of it." I said nothing. My mouth moved by nothing came out. Last night, when I was spying on him having sex with the Indian woman the voice asked me what I wanted to see. I had asked the voice to slap her, and then, as if by magic, Dante had done just that. Dante knew. How did he know? How COULD he know? "I . . . I don't . . . I . . ." "Riley," Dante said, a little concerned. His hand landed on my shoulder, and sparks of electric sexuality ran through my body and straight to my cock. "Was I your fist?" "My . . . my first?" I was so scared, so horny, so awkward. I wanted to cry. My heart felt like it was going to pop . . . and so did my penis. "Your first psychic experience? I figured that you knew, from the way you talked back to me last night. I could sense you coming into town yesterday. I could feel you masturbating. Did you . . . did you not know that you were psychic?" What . . . the fuck . . . was he talking about? "Dante, there's no such thing as psychics." Dante laughed at me. A sexy, genuine laugh. "Riley, psychics are real, and you are one. You must realize that. You've probably been having psychic events your whole life, but you just never realized it. Most psychics don't actually realize they are psychic until they meet another one. I needed to be trained before I had full mastery of my abilities. We feed off of each other, we heighten each other's abilities. Riley . . . you are a psychic." "No, no I am not. I'm not Harry-fucking-Potter, you can't just tell me I'm a wizard and expect me to believe it." Dante smiled. Maybe he thought I was funny. He took two swaggering steps toward me, his amazing chest muscles pulsing right in front of my face, causing my smaller body to shiver with fear and eager hopefulness. I could smell him. He smelled like sex. His hand came up and grabbed my penis through my pants, getting a very strong, almost painful grip of it. I gasped, not believing what was happening. I had fantasized about him touching my cock so much that I could barely believe it was now happening. The tingling in my body started to become an electric storm. It felt like I had a second heartbeat in my testicles. "Dude . . . what . . . they'll see . . ." I was thinking of the neighbors, or my mom. "No one will see us unless I want them to see us, Riley, and even then they will only see what I want them to see. I am very powerful. I can make almost anyone think or feel whatever I want them to. I can change someone's personality, making a prude into a slut, or a slut into a nun. I can make someone cum their brains out in a moment's notice. And . . ." [ . . . I can even speak into your mind.] "The voice!" That was the voice that had spoken to me last night. The strong, booming voice that vibrated in my chest and made me feel warm down to my very core. Dante was the voice. No, that was impossible. "You still don't believe me. That's okay. I had trouble believing it at first. I'll prove it. Do you see that girl coming from up the street? The one on the skateboard." I looked and instantly saw the one she was talking about. She was young, maybe about my age, but more petite. She was dressed in a girly-punk style, her short red hair held down by a backwards baseball cap, a tight tube-top with a bright purple skull and bones, and a very short frilly skirt. Her pink converse shoes kicked the grounds as she rolled towards us on her skateboard. Her freckled face was blowing a tremendous bubble of gum. She was a real cutie, the kind I would have done anything to fuck. Dante let go of my stiff cock and walked towards the sidewalk. The girl was skateboarding by, barely paying attention to us. Dante kicked his foot out, hitting her skateboard, sending the little redhead punk girl crashing into the sidewalk. She hit hard and rolled, squeaking in pain as her body skidding across the hard cement. She came to a stop, clutching her knee in pain. She was crying a little, and her knee was bloody. The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 02 "The Fuck!" I exclaimed. Why had Dante just done that? "You . . . ouch . . . you asshole!" The girl exclaimed. She had a sweet but slightly raspy tomboy voice. She got to her feet and marched up to Dante, wincing in pain as she walked on her busted knee. "What the fucking shit! Why did you do that, you motherfucking shit? I'm gonna call the cops! I'm gonna call my dad! I'm gonna call my boyfriend and he is going to beat the shit out of—" SLAP!!! Dante backhanded her like an angry pimp, knocking the girl off her feet, and sending her to her ass. At least this time she landed on the lawn. Her frilly skirt was pushed up her tiny waste, and I could see the little thong panties she was wearing. She looked dumbstruck as a little bit of blood dribbled from her puffy lip. Her eyes were wide with fear. "Slut," Dante said in a scolding voice. "I don't give a flying-fuck about your pussy-bitch boyfriend, and neither do you, not anymore. You are going to stand the fuck up, strip naked, right FUCKING here, and then you are going to march up to my bedroom and get that tight little pussy ready for me. I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you until you bleed, and you will thank me for it." The girl looked terrified, but also a little dumbfounded, like she had just drunk a spiked drink. She rose to her feet, shaking a little, and she stood right in front of Dante. The top of her red-haired head barely came up to his collar bone. Her thin legs were shaking. "Fuck . . . fuck you . . ." she cursed him, but she was doing it. She was undressing. Her hands crossed her top and peeled her tight tube-top off, knocking her baseball cap off in the process. Her perky tits jiggled a little as they came free. Her nipples were small and pink, and her tits were spattered with light freckles like her face. She was shaking as she hooked her thumbs into her frilly skirt, pulling it and her thong down to her ankles. She tried stepping out of her clothes, but her shoes were still on and she tripped. ". . . ouch." Dante laughed. "Stupid bitch." The girl whimpered angrily as she drunkenly kicked her frilly skirt and thong away, her panties landing in the middle of the sidewalk. She was standing in front of him now, totally naked in all her pubescent cuteness, wearing only her shoes and a few bracelets. Dante took her chin into his hand. "Now go into the house, march up the stairs, take the first door on the right, get in my bed, and make yourself ready. Your pussy looks tight, so you are definitely going to need lube. I have a bottle of it in the nightstand. Now MARCH!" His strong hand slapped her cute little butt with a loud smack, and she squeaked in pain. She did as he told her though, marching straight up to his door and flinging it open. She looked back, tears of frustration running down her freckled cheeks. "I . . . I hate you!" she screamed, before running inside. My cock was so . . . fucking . . . hard. I thought that the material of my shorts was about to explode. It almost hurt, but the feeling was exquisite. I could barely breathe. "Well, I've got a pussy to break," Dante announced, unbuttoned and unzipping his ripped jeans. He dropped his pants right there, right there in the front lawn, letting his massive member spring free. It was so beautiful it took what little breath I had left away. I wanted to be that girl. I wanted him to order me to strip and spread my ass for him. As Dante walked by, giant cock bobbing in the air, he ran his warm hand up my side, sending shivers of bliss through my body. "Now, I want you to go upstairs to your room and strip down, just like last night. Okay?" "Y . . . yes." "Good boy." And then it happened. He kissed me. His hot, strong tan lips pressed against mine, his tongue slipped into my mouth and quickly conquered my own. The kiss was so amazing, so erotic, that I didn't even notice when he left. I watched his perfect ass going into his house, leaving his lawn littered with discarded clothing. The tingling in my body was intense, like a ghost was fisting my ass and jacking my cock with gusto. I drunkenly ran to my house and headed up the stairs, walking awkwardly as my ten inches of cock screamed to be unleashed. The door to my mother's new room was open and I could hear a series of husky moans coming from inside, accompanied by the sound of something wet being slapped. I peeked insid and saw that my mother was lying on her bare mattress, legs spread wide, breasts bouncing, and hand gripping a vibrator. She was fucking herself with her electric toy with such force that I worried she would hurt herself, grunting with effort as the wet stain on the mattress grew bigger by the second. "Oh . . . oh Dante," she moaned through gritted teeth. "Fuck me . . . fuck me you stud . . . stupid Riley . . . oh." I left her too it as I went to my own room. I was kicking my shorts away before I even closed the door, and I was stroking my giant cock before I even got to my window seat. Just like last night I could see right into Dante's bedroom, his massive bed taking up most of it. He wasn't there yet though. It was just the redhead girl, sitting on the bed in a manner very similar to my mother. Her legs were spread, and she was fervently applying massive amounts of sexual lubricant to her very small vagina and anus. She looked a little panicked. She knew how tight she was, and how thick Dante was. She could do the math. Dante entered the room with all the grim seriousness of an executioner approaching a condemned convict. His cock was now perfectly erect and pulsing with superhuman power. It must have been a foot long, I swear, and his sexy swagger only served to make it seem even bigger. The girl's legs were shaking. She was biting her lip. The Indian woman from last night had wanted his cock, she had needed it. Now this petite punk was about to get fucked just as hard, but she did not have a body that could survive it. [Are you watching?] Dante's voice spoke in my head, like hot water pouring down my spine. "Yes." [Good. I'm not taking requests this time. I am going to fuck this trash the way I want, and you are going to watch. Don't cum. Not until I tell say you can.] "Yes . . . please, yes." Dante crawled onto the bed, pinning the girl's body like a lion mounting a kitten. She spread her legs even further, testing the limits of her flexibility, and he brought the heavy head of his member right up to her light pink pussy lips. He was so much bigger than her. This wasn't going to work. It would be like sending a freight train through a hula-hoop. But Dante pushed forward anyway, and the girl's trembling face exploded into a scream. He kept pushing forward, struggling to fit every inch into her tight snatch that was literally dripping with sexual lubricant. She wrapped her little arms around his muscular neck and hung on for dear life as he started to fuck her. Despite all the pain she was in she still tried to kiss him, her little pink tongue running circles over his face, but he didn't kiss her back though. This wasn't love, this was war. He peeled her arms off him and pinned her to the bed, arching her body away from his powerful chest. He gave her a few big, hard strokes that brought more tears to her eyes, but her overall aura was starting to change. She gritted her teeth and sneered, snarling even. She was daring Dante to fuck her harder, demanding that he destroy her. She was accepting it. Dante pulled out, the sudden absence of cock from her body must have been just as painful as when it first entered. She screamed again. With one hand he flung her over and put her on her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. The look on her face was blissful as a small orgasm rolled through her, but that look of pleasure turned back to fear when the head of his cock lined up to her tiny asshole. She screamed again. She screamed for a while. Dante laughed. The fucking had just now begun. Throughout this all I was standing in my own window, jerking off like a maniac. My cock had never felt so big, so thick, and my balls swung back on forth heavily with painful amounts of jizz. I needed to use both hands just to keep up with my own arousal. I wanted so badly to just end it and cum, the pleasure being more than I could bear, but I remembered what Dante had asked of me. He told me to not cum until he said so, and I intended to obey him. I trusted him. I wanted to please him. Dante picked the girl's body off of the bed and started pounding her in a standing position, her legs resting on his powerful thighs. I could see everything now. Her small bouncing breasts, her cute pained/pleasured face, and I swear I could see the outline of Dante's sex-weapon in the flesh of her midsection. Then he pulled her off. It took forever for his cock to finally come out of her ruined ass, and when it did it was followed by a long stream of squirt from her cunt. He was holding her entire body up with nothing but his hands, and she was writhing like a caught worm. He dropped her on the bed like she was nothing but a pillow, and then he got on his back next to her. After she had about a minute to recover he was commanding her to do something. After about another minute she crawled onto his lap, looking smaller than ever compared to his muscled body, and his foot of cock standing straight into the air. She took the penis into her hands, which was so thick that her fingers couldn't get all the way around. Slowly at first, but with increasing need, she began to lick and kiss every hot inch of his steaming fuck-stick, running it across her cheeks, and even snuggling against it. There was no way that she would be able to suck it, the cock would kill her, but she did put the head into her mouth and began to suck on that part at least, running her tongue along the bulbous helmet. Dante put one of his large hands on top of her head and he pushed down slightly, forcing her take another inch, and even that was enough to make her gag. She choked on her own spit before backing off of the his cock, long strands of spit connecting the tool to her face. Dante demanded something else, and the girl nodded. She crouched up, hovering her stretched cunt over the spit-slickened head of his cock. He was forcing her to do it this time, forcing her to impale her petite body on his killer cock. He smiled as the first few inches of his cock slid in, the next few only went in because of gravity, but then she got stuck. She couldn't make the last few inches go in, so he grabbed her hips and violently thrust her down. She screamed as she was impaled, but her mouth was twisted in a smile. She was loving it now. His hands pushed her up and down, fucking her pussy with his own power because she didn't have any left herself. Her little hips were grinding down on his weapon. One of his hands shot up and grabbed her small breast, twisting the nipple between his dirty fingers. He leaned up a bit, as if he were going to kiss her. She pouted her lips, but instead of a kiss he spat on her face. [Are you ready, Riley?] "Yes! Fuck yes!" My cock hurt so bad. It felt like my balls were going to pop. [Wait for it Riley, wait for it. Our orgasms will be more powerful if we share them.] Oh God. I was so ready. I was so ready to cum. [I'm going to end it, Riley. This brat is done.] Please . . . please no more. Let me cum Dante. Please let me cum. [God, I can feel you Riley. I can feel your . . . oh fuck . . . AAAAAGh] "AAAAGGHHH!!!!" The universe exploded. Light and music and time shattered into a kaleidoscope of feelings and sensations as my soul transformed into a beacon of solid energy. I felt like I was going blind, or that I was seeing into another world. My cock was shooting semen like a rainbow, hitting the window, the ceiling, and my own body with thick streaks of hot whiteness. The world came to an end. ##### When my mind finally settled I was lying on the floor, semen pooled on my face and chest. My cock was still rock hard, still sticking straight up, and a few dollops of cum were still being pushed out. Just looking at it made me want to cum again. The tingling in my body was still there, tickling my skin from the inside out. I stood up, my knees barely able to support my weight. Looking out the window I saw that it was now night. The light in Dante's room was on, and he was lying on the bed with the girl's unconscious form collapsed on his chest. She was drooling onto his massive pectorals, and her small vagina was oozing with a flood of semen. He looked exhausted. [That was amazing, Riley. Indescribable.] "What . . . my god . . . what happened?" [You passed out, champ.] "But . . . fuck . . . but why?" [We're psychics, Riley. Our minds were connected. Our powers enhance each other's exponentially. The force of our orgasms combined to become something more powerful than anything either of us could do alone.] "I still can't believe this. Why am I like this?" [I don't know, Riley. Some of us are just special. It isn't genetic. I know another psychic, a woman, and none of her children are like us. You do need to be trained though, so that you can reach your full potential. I can train you.] "You . . . you will?" I didn't know what that meant, but the idea of this god becoming my mentor fulfilled me. It made me happy. [Yes. I will take you under my wing . . . and into my bed.] I was so happy, and so tired. "That girl . . . is she alright?" Dante shrugged. [Probably. Maybe. I don't really care. She'll recover . . . physically at least. I've done worse than this. I have literally broken people, Riley, and I have hurt them. You will too. Don't be scared. It is your destiny to become better than them. Are you ready?] ". . . yes." [Good boy. Now go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.] "Yes. Thank you." I felt the tingling leave my body, leaving me with a normal, although intense, feeling of pleasure. I weakly walked over to my mattress. I still hadn't unpacked any of my sheets. I really had to get that done tomorrow, but for tonight I just needed to collapse. I fell onto the mattress, my cock shot one last strand of cum onto my body. I scooped it up with a finger and tasted it. I was hungry, but that would have to wait for breakfast. I fell into a deep sleep, and in my dreams I could feel Dante awakening in the middle of the night. He mounted the girl again and fucked her just as hard a second time. I smiled, and I knew I was going to wake up with a fresh load of jizz on my chest. The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 03 Warning: the following story is much rougher than the last two installments, and may offend those sensitive to the subject of nonconsensual sex. Cheers. Story till now: Riley Fox and his mother Roxanne Fox, a former pornstar, have moved into a new home in a sleepy southern town called Wet Valley. Riley witnesses his neighbor, the rugged and handsome Dante engaging in sex with an Indian woman, and experience a supernatural psychic event. Dante later reveals to him that they both possess rare psychic abilities that enhance sexual ability and allow complete mind control. Dante offers to mentor Riley, and the young man eagerly accepts. ##### Riley Fox: an attractive, bisexual eighteen year old. A little Goth, a little Emo, and a total pervert. He is very experienced sexually and resents moving away from New York. Roxanne Fox: Riley's ex-pornstar mother, Rox the Fox. Forty years old, but said to look like she is still in her twenties. Nice curves, pixie-face, short dirty blonde hair. Dante???: the Foxes' new neighbor, a ruggedly handsome man. ##### The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic: Chapter 3 For the second morning in a row I woke up feeling amazing, the kind of amazing that only came after a night of long, hard sex. I had been by myself though, and the layers of dried semen caking my athletic body were my own. Watching Dante fuck the shit out of that little punk girl had been amazing, just as amazing as when he made hard-love to that statuesque Indian the night before. I swear, if I could go every night watching Dante dominating his harem of beautiful girls I would be willing to go without actual sex myself . . . almost. But I didn't need to go without sex, in fact, I was probably going to get fucked today, if what Dante had insinuated about sharing his bed with me was true. He had spoken to me . . . in my mind. We were psychics, and I was cool with that. Unfortunately, I also once again woke up to find my mother in my room, obtrusively gazing at my naked, cum covered body. "Mom! Seriously! What the fuck are you doing in my room every morning?" I reached around for something to cover myself, but once again I had no blankets or pieces of clothing anywhere to cover myself with. All I could do was struggle vainly to escape her blue eyes, my erect cock slapping against my abs. My mother's pixie face seemed unimpressed by my lame attempts to cover my massive dick, but she wasn't doing anything to cover herself either. The only thing she was wearing was a pink bathrobe that left most of her big perky tits exposed and it only went down to a few inches below her ass. Because she was standing over me I was getting a big view of her cunt. "You really like masturbating, don't you?" she asked, looking at me like I was the lamest son in the world. "Yeah, well, I saw you fucking yourself pretty hard with that vibrator of yours yesterday." SMACK! My mother's small pedicure-groomed foot landed flat on my cock. She hadn't really kicked me, not hard, but I had definitely felt it, and a small gasp escaped my lips. Her foot was not nearly as large as my dick was, and it looked cute with her painted nails, but her position over me was incredibly dominant. She was like a barbarian queen reminding her one of her slaves just how pathetic he was. "So . . . what were you and Dante talking about yesterday?" she asked. Her foot slowly began to slide up and down my cock. Holy Shit! Was she jerking my off with her foot. "Nu . . . nothing!" "Do you know who that big-tittied Indian slut from the other night was?" "No! Why would I?" Mom obviously didn't believe me, even though that part was true. "I went outside this morning and found a pile of clothes on the sidewalk. A hat. A little tube-top. A skirt . . . and a thong. Know anything about that?" Shit. Had Dante really left all those clothes just lying out on the sidewalk for anyone to see? That seemed dangerous. I knew about the clothes of course, they had belonged to that young skater girl Dante hypnotized and then fucked. I had watched him fuck her. It had been so . . . fucking . . . hot. "Um . . . I have no idea." My mother's eyes narrowed skeptically. Her foot pressed down harder on the stiff flesh of my cock for a moment, making me cringe, but then she stepped off. Without saying another word she turned around and left the room, her round ass swaying with a pornstar's swagger. I hadn't seen my mother walk that way in years, why was she doing it now? Suddenly I felt a tingling in my body, like little sparks of electricity all over, but it was strongest in the length of my penis and heavy testicles. [Riley? Can you hear me?] ". . . Dante? Is that you?" [Do you know anyone else who can speak directly into your mind? What's going on over there? I can feel your sexual frustration. What's got you so hot and bothered?] "Nothing. It's just . . . my mother was just in here and . . ." I didn't say anything more, but I did imagine her in that little loose pink bathrobe, her tits fully out, and her shaved pussy hovering over my face. My cock was sticking straight up. I could feel Dante laughing. [Yeah, your mother is quite the milf. Hey, I have got something to help you with that big bad boner of yours.] "Yeah?" [Fuck yeah. Lay back and relax. Close your eyes and regulate your breathing. Focus on your feelings of arousal, on the thickness of your cock, and the heat of your chest. Relax. Relax . . .] I did as Dante instructed, lying back on my sex-stained mattress, focusing my mind on the tingling in my cock. Suddenly there was a flash, and the world around my dissolved into a wash of white light. When it refocused, I wasn't in my empty room anymore. I was standing in a large bathroom that I had never been in. The floor was dark and the wall tiles were blue. There was a massive, expensive looking shower on one wall, and a large hot tub against the other, with a wall of windows overlooking a pool. It was in Dante's pool. I was in Dante's bathroom. No! I was in Dante's mind! I looked down to see his ripped, bulging tanned muscles, just as if I were looking through his sexy brown eyes. I was looking down at a massive dick that was even bigger than my own, and I was aroused to see a familiar freckled face doing her absolute best to swallow it. The punk girl from last night, the freckled redhead with the petite body, was on her knees sucking down half of Dante's thick muscle, although she wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her mouth and neck were very slim, nowhere near what was needed to handle a man like Dante, but it was a huge turn on to watch her trying so desperately nonetheless. This must have been going on for a while, because I could feel Dante's apricot sixed balls stirring with a load of angry cum. I watched his powerful hands reach down as he took a sold grip of the girl's head, holding it like a basketball, and then he began to face-fuck her. His large cock pistoned her mouth with so much power that I thought her jaw might break, and her large green eyes welled with tears as he brutally raped her throat. Just as she was starting to really gag I felt him cum, sending a solid flood of semen right down her throat. The second spurt was just as large as the first, and I could feel her gagging on it. She coughed and two shots of semen popped from her nostrils. Finally his raging orgasm subsided, and her cheeks were puffed out with the massive amount of cum he had dropped. He told her to open her mouth, and she did, sticking out her tongue and revealing the cup full of white cream filling her mouth. He told her to swallow, and she obeyed. It took her two large gulps to get it down, and when she next stuck out her tongue her mouth was empty. The world dissolved again, and when it reshaped I was back in my own body, in my own room. My cock was spurting like a squirt-gun, sending a few strands of semen into that air and across my face. ". . . shit. Again?" [I want you to come over.] Dante's voice was strong and commanding. "Okay, let me just take a shower first." [You get your ass over here now! You can shower here . . . with me.] "Oh . . . oh! Okay!" My cock never softened. The thought that I was about to share a shower with the man of my dreams was the sexiest thing that I could possibly imagine. I was already ready to cum again. I grabbed a set of clothes from one of the moving boxes, an old t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and I slid them on over my semen-stained body, not caring that they stuck to my skin. I ran down the stairs towards the front door quickly, but not quickly enough to miss that my mother was in her room fucking her own brains out again. She was probably thinking about Dante. I wondered how jealous she would be to know that I was about to get the very cock she wanted so fucking badly it was hurting her. That thought made my happy, and very, very hard. ##### The door to Dante's house was unlocked. I knew it would be. Dante's house was amazingly decorated. Modern and sophisticated, stylish and obviously expensive. It felt warm and comfortable without feeling too lived in, like an expensive hotel room. I could hear the shower going upstairs already, but more importantly I could simply feel him. He was wet and hot, and the electric tingling in my hard cock got more intense with every step I took up his stairs. My breathing grew hot and heavy, my mouth was watering, and my anus puckered in anticipation. I hadn't felt this was since I was a virgin. I opened the door to the bathroom and was amazed to see just how exact it was to the vision Dante had given me. The floor was black, the walls were blue tile, and there was a big, sexy hot-tub overlooking his pool. The only real difference was that the room was now filled with clouds of hot steam. There was also the collapsed body of the redhead skater girl on the floor, her body reduced to a hot mess. Her small breasts quivered as she struggled to breath, and the look on her face was one of blissful oblivion. She looked exhausted and satisfied, and I could tell that Dante must have fucked her every way possible last night. The large glass door to the shower opened, and out stepped my god, dripping with hot water and surrounded by a veil of stream. His tan skin glistened like a wet gem, and his perfect abdominals had never seemed so defined. I was so aroused by his powerful aura that I almost cried. "You stink of sex," he said, his voice felt like someone was having sex with my ears. "Get the fuck in here." Without a second thought I ripped off my shirt. Literally. I didn't even bother to peel it over my head, I just grabbed it by the neck and ripped it open, throwing the ruined thing on top of the broken girl on the floor. My shorts came off next, freeing my ten inches of pale white cock to slap against my stomach. I kicked my shorts away and practically ran into the giant shower stall. There was easily enough room in there for ten people standing shoulder to shoulder, but I figured Dante was going to need that room to wrestle me down and rape my ass. The water hit me like a wave of boiling heat. The sudden shock of it caused me to whimper loudly, which must have been arousing to Dante, judging by the way his erect cock twitched. The heat made my head swim, and I thought my body was going to melt, but I held on to my consciousness. On weak knees I came to him, my dirty, naked chest pressing against his wall of muscle, my arms flew around his broad shoulders, and I arched up for a kiss. His hand glided down my back and gripped my ass with such force that I whimpered again, even with his tongue in my mouth. One of his thick fingers was tabbing on my anus, and I was ready to give it to him right then. He pulled back, reached down and took my cock. He lined it up to his own, measuring them. My cock was ten inches long and as thick as a girl's wrist, but even it looked small next to Dante. His cock was a solid foot of destruction, no doubt about it, and it must have been as thick around as a can of soda. The head of his weapon curved upward, whereas mine was very straight. I still had my foreskin, although it had peeled back to reveal the pale helmet of my dick, whereas his bulbous tanned helmet was circumcised and pulsing with arrogant power. I was in awe. "You cock is so fucking beautiful." She smirked, water running down his rugged face. "Show me how much you love it." Without being told twice I fell to my knees, and his erect cock slapped me in the face. It felt as hard as wood and I shuddered at the thought of cramming down my throat, but that was exactly what I was going to do. I kissed it first, letting my lips barely touch his bulging helmet. He tasted delicious. My tongue came out and snaked around the head, tasting the hot water that ran off of it in steamy waterfalls. Then I took it into my mouth. He was huge, but I had sucked off huge guys before, and they all said that I was the best. I wanted to prove my skill to my new mentor. I ran my mouth over the length of his cock, taking in as much as I could easily, which was still less than half of the monstrous thing, and with my free hand I began to massage his balls. They were heavy and big, just one was enough to almost fill my hand. His scrotum was as thick as leather but amazingly smooth to the touch, and I was happy to see that he had manicured his pubic hair very sharply. Other than a tuff of pubes at the base his cock, his penis and balls were hairless, which made it so much easier to suck. "Riley . . . holy shit, champ. You know how to suck a cock." I smiled at the compliment, as much as I could with the giant muscle in my mouth. I angled myself a little more off the floor, sending my ass up. I took in another three inches as my tongue massaged the pulsing underside of his shaft. I was effectively deep-throating him now, the head of his cock sliding far past my tonsils. I reached through his leg and groped his rock-hard ass, probing his anus with my finger, but it was as tightly shut as a steel safe, so I just massaged it. He was moaning in pleasure now, and he began to thrust his hips into my face. That was fine with me, I wanted him to fuck my mouth, but I almost gagged as he did so. He was a monster. "Riley . . . you're so good . . . deeper . . . please." Making a silent prayer, I dove full on. I could feel my throat expanding to accommodate the massive invasion, and I had to constantly reposition my whole body to accept him into me further, but through a few long seconds of perseverance, the tip of my nose finally touched the hard flesh of his groin, and my chin was buried into his scrotum. I had done it. Twelve-fucking-inches of the thickest cock I had ever known to exist was pulsing in my throat. I could feel his heart beating through his cock. "Fuck! Riley, get ready champ. I'm going to fuck your throat!" Just like the redhead outside, his strong hands came down on the sides of my head and with a firm grip he took control, but unlike that little slut on the floor I was ready to handle it. His cock was pumping my throat like a piston and I accepted every inch of it, allowing my saliva to lubricate it as his speed increased. I never allowed myself to gag, and I never tried to swallow the spit that was pooling in my throat, even though I wanted to. I just kneeled there, relaxing my mouth, wiggling my tongue, and I allowed him to take what pleasure he wanted from me. "Oh. . . oh shit . . oh you fucking faggot . . . Riley! FUCK!" Dante sscreamed. "I'm CUUUUUMMMMING!" His cock pulsed so radically that I thought my jaw would pop, and the first bullet of sweet, salty semen shot straight into my stomach. Two, three more followed, and then I could feel myself starting to lose control. His semen was boiling out my mouth like a white flood, so I backed off, allowing all twelve inches of his erupting volcano to slide free from my mouth. I continued to beat him off with both my hands because I didn't want a second to go by without him being stimulated. I was going to milk this motherfucker for ever drop of delicious nectar it had. He shot four more times, each rope as thick and long as the first, and all of them rained down on my smiling face, my tongue licking up every thick drop I could before the hot water washed it away. Dante's knees were shaking as he took a step backwards. The far wall of the shower had a tiled bench as a place to sit, and Dante allowed his perfect ass to fall on it. His cock was still diamond-hard and stuck straight up past his belly button. One more spurt of cum flew out, and this one landed across his rippling chest. "Oh my god, Riley," he huffed, trying to regain his breath. "That was easily one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. There isn't a slut in this town that can match you. Beaming with pride and licked my fingers clean of his spunk. I was sitting on the ground, flexing my abs, and spreading my legs as I stroked my own giant erection as a heavy rain of boiling water battered my balls. I had never felt so fucking sexy. "Well," I asked, "what do you want to do with me now?" He smiled. "You cheeky little faggot. Get your tight ass over here. I'm going to split it in half." I hoped he was joking, because considering the dangerous size of his cock it seemed very plausibly that he could in fact split me in half like a piece of wood, but I was too horny to say no. I walked over to him on two shaking legs through the scalding mist, and I stuck my ten inch cock right into his face. I didn't expect him to suck it, not unless he wanted to, but I wanted to show him how proud I was of my giant cock. I wanted to jerk off in his face, imagining him covered in my spunk, but I knew that might ruin the game. I was his bitch today. I turned around and showed him my ass. He hands came up and cupped my cheeks, spreading them so forcefully that I whimpered again. He pulled me down until I felt the enormous head of his tool poking against my hole, and without much warning he began to push it. My ass submitted to it eagerly though, and within a few seconds he was six inches deep and I was moaning like a bitch. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I whined. "I've never . . . fuck . . . I've never had anyone . . . ANYTHING this fucking big before. You're too . . . oh god . . . you're too fucking—" "Shhh," he hushed me, sticking one of his fingers into my mouth. "I know. I'm big. I hear bitches scream that every-fucking-day, but they learn to take it. That little cunt on the floor in my bathroom took it up her ass, and I didn't give her any choice either. It hurt her, but she loved it, and you will too, you little slut." And with no warning he put both of his powerful hands onto my shoulders, and then he thrust me down the full foot of his apocalyptic cock. "FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!" I screamed as his thick log rammed full force into my prostate. Dante laughed as he held me there, my body shaking like an epileptic having a seizure. I was shivering in the most horrible pleasure as meaningless words poured from my mouth. Just as my asshole was about to adapt to the presence of his rape-stick he started to fuck me. With little thrusts of his hip he sent my ass bucking up and down like a little girl playing horsey on her father's lap. I was bouncing up and down, my asshole being pulled inside out, and I had no control over any of it at all. One of his hands dug into the cheek of my ass while the other was stroking my cock with a vengeance. I don't know how long he fucked me like that, time didn't exist in that painful oblivion of orgasmic bliss, but the tingling in my body grew more and more powerful, making it feel as if years were passing by. Time slowed down, our minds melted into each others', and I swear the temperature of them room was heating up so radically that the water began to evaporate before it even touched our hot bodies. The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic Ch. 03 It was happening again, like the night before. Our psychic abilities were enhancing the power of our orgasms, which were building ever closer to the point of combustion. "Riley . . . I hope you're ready, champ," Dante warned me. His cock was beating in my ass. "FUCK! Holy fucking SHIT! Do it! Do it daddy! Cum in me! Cum in me and break my fucking ass!" I screamed and kicked as I cried and drooled. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. His cock had reduced me to a drooling little slut. "Okay bitch. Here . . . oh shit . . . her it fucking CUMS!!!" The first spurt of cum hit my prostate like a punch, and I almost wanted to puke because his cock was slamming into me so hard, but as my own orgasm popped off the pleasure overwhelmed me. "AAAAAGGGHH!!! DAAAANNNNNTEEEE!!!" My cock went off like an explosion, sending large wads of semen in every direction, especially straight up, where it then rained down on us in thick globs. We were cumming together as our minds melded into one, and the pleasure was completely indescribably. The room disappeared, the house melted, and the whole earth fell away, and I swore that Dante and I were floated through the intense heat of the sun like two cosmic beings engaged in a war of sex. This feeling lasted an eternity. ##### When the world finally settled again I was still on Dante's lap, resting on his iron chest as his hands were groping my body. The showers had been turned off, but the large stall was still thick with mist and very warm, like a sauna. His cock was no longer in my ass, but it was somehow still erect and perfectly hard. It was standing up between my legs, cradling my own cock on its amazing girth. I turned my head as much as I could, almost facing him, and we kissed. It wasn't the same hard, violent, dominating kiss he had given me before. It was soft and slow but still excruciatingly erotic. "Welcome back, champ." "Why . . . why do I pass out every time? Not that I mind, I love the sex, but, it's like, I can't even control myself." "You are just awakening to your psychic powers. You've always had them, but simply by being near me, experiencing me, fucking me, your powers are being stimulated and enhanced. For a psychic, sexual energy is like throwing wood onto a fire, and having sex with another psychic involved is like throwing oil onto that fire. You're body just needs time to adapt to all this power." "So, I'll become more powerful? Will I be able to move into other people's minds, like I did earlier today with you? Dante took a grip on my cock and stroked it. "There is no limit to the things we can do." I was going to ask Dante more questions, there was so much I wanted to learn, but I heard the padding sound of weak footsteps outside the stall. The glass doors were too cloudy to tell exactly what happening, but I could see the blurry outline of a naked girl stumbling around. The glass door opened. It was the skater girl, still naked and dripping with Dante's spunk. Her freckled face looked confused and angry. "What the fuck . . . where the fuck am I? Who are you faggots?" she asked, getting angrier. "Wait . . . I remember you. You kicked me off my skateboard. You . . . you . . . cock . . ." Dante pointed one finger at the girl. There was a SMACK sound and her head snapped back as if someone had punched her right in the nose. She collapsed to the ground, unconscious again. "Holy shit!" I gasped. "Did you . . . did you just kill her?" Dante laughed. "No, no, I just smacked the bitch out. I could kill her though. Easily. But don't worry, I'm not going to do that. Hey, I have an idea. Let's use her for practice." "Practice?" "Sure. You'll need to test your abilities on the minds of normal people to sharpen your skill, and this little lady looks like easy prey, since I've already been fucking around with mind and body all day. She's weak." "But what do you want me to do with her." Dante kissed my neck. "Go play with her." He pushed me off of him, my own legs still a little wobbly. I walked over to the girl's collapsed body, writhing in unconscious pain as she started to come to. She was cute, but the last twelve hours of Dante had really worn her out. Dante spoke behind me. "Now relax, but don't let that big dick of yours get soft. Sexual arousal will greatly increase your power, just as sexual arousal in others will greatly increase their susceptibility to your influence." Her green eyes were blinking open. "She's coming to," I said nervously. "What do I do?" "Feel your mind, think of it like an octopus with great, long tentacles writhing all around you. Reach into her, into her mind, into her pussy, and find the places that make her who she is. You can tug on these places like a puppeteer to make her do things. Reach into her mind. Make her get on her knees and suck that big cock of yours." I did what he said, but I had a lot of trouble imagining my mind as an octopus. I did feel the tentacles though, but they felt more like clouds of mist, constantly forming and evaporating around me. They didn't feel solid. I concentrated on her head, and on her worn out little cunt. I could feel her, I think, like her clit was being squeezed between my thumb and forefinger. She was awake, and she was looking right at my big cock hanging over her face. "What . . . oh god . . . you are going to rape me again, aren't you?" My heart was racing. This was rape wasn't it? Dante raped this girl. "Do it now Riley," Dante commanded. "Tell her to get on her knees." "Fuck you!" the girl tried to scream, but bubbles of semen choked her. "I . . . I'm going to kill you." "Get . . . get on your knees," I stuttered, trying to tug on some feeling I had found, something that felt like obedience. "Fuck . . . you," she hissed. "I said . . . I said get on your knees." "Harder Riley! Meaner! You have to want it. You need to let that bitch know that she doesn't have a choice." The girl looked afraid of Dante. "What the fuck are you faggots up to? What is this sick shit?" "Get on your knees," I said more confidently. "I am going to fucking cut you. I am going to slice you faggot dick off and shove it up your boyfriend's ass." "I said get on your fucking knees NOW!" Something happened. I felt something click. Some part of me that wasn't physical slipped through the air and broke inside her. I could feel her now, as if I were inside her, but instead of my cock in her pussy it was my mind inside her mind. She did as I told, slowly getting to her knees. She looked confused, not understanding why she was doing what I asked. "Now suck my dick," I almost whispered. "Fuck . . . no . . ." "SUCK!" Her mouth popped open and fell onto my cock. Her tongue was wiggling like a frightened snake. She was trying to pull away, but she couldn't. I could feel her teeth though. She was trying to bite me. "Ouch! Dante, she's going to bite me." "Then don't let her. She's you bitch, Riley, your toy. She just doesn't know it yet. Tell her." "Bitch," I said, trying to ignore the pain of her teeth. "No fucking teeth. You are here to suck my dick. You are here to help me bust this nut, because that's the only fucking thing you're good for." Something was snapping, something intangible between me and her, like a thin sheet of paper being dissolved by water. I was entering her. "Now stop pretending you don't love this." Tears came to her eyes. Her teeth retreated. Her mouth was wet and soft. She started to suck me for real now, and she was quite the pro. As she sucked my cock like a loyal little pussy-mouth, I could feel images and episodes scanning through my mind, like I was flipping through a magazine. They were memories and feelings and dreams. It was hard to separate which were real and which were fantasies, but it was obvious that they were hers. I could see her boyfriend, a gangster type guy, and I could also see the black basketball player she was cheating with. I could see her lesbian fantasies as well, of her on the beach with an older woman. I saw one memory of her stabbing another girl in a gang fight, and slamming another into the sidewalk. The other girls had lived, but the act alone had made this cock-sucker wet. She had fucked like a minx that night. Then I found something really significant: her name. "Jesse," I said. "Jesse Young." I had it. I had control over her. She was my slave. "Jesse, turn around and get that little bitch ass of yours in the air. I'm going to fuck your pussy, and you are going to love every fucking second of it." She popped off my cock, turned around, stuck her ass up, and showed me her dripping honey-pouch. I entered her. I fucked her. She screamed. I came. She loved it. ##### "So what do we do with her now?" I asked Dante. We had gone back to his room and were lying in his bed naked together, casually kissing and playing with each other's bodies. Jesse was on her hands and knees by the bed with a tray of grapes and orange slices on her back. I had turned her into a human snack table. "Can we erase her memories or something?" I asked. "Of course, but to be extra safe we should invent some new memories to fill the gap. When I started doing this I almost got caught a few times when the women I enslaved started investigating the days they couldn't remember. It is better to give them some false belief to explain their amnesia." "Is there a way we can . . . change her? You mentioned something like that. Can't we make her a total slut, even make her happy about being raped." "It is pretty easy to make someone a total slut, you just need to remove their inhibitions and then put their libido into overdrive. But, she will still remember us raping her, and she'll hate us for it, even though she won't be able to stop getting wet when thinking about it." "What about really changing her? Making her . . . a WILLING slave?" "That's a little harder. It is possible. I have done it, but to change someone you really need to break them. We would need to find something precious to her, something she loves, and we would need to break it in front of her. She would break with it, and then we could reshape her in any form we wanted. She would truly be our slave then. Forever." "Who have you done this to?" I was so curious, a little afraid, and for some reason, very aroused. The idea of breaking someone and enslaving them was immoral and cruel, but I had never pretending to be a good person. Fantasies of enslaving the jocks and their rich girlfriends at my old school were making my cock hard. Dante shrugged. "I've abandoned most of my first slaves. They were just practice anyway. My current maid is my slave. Ileana Nova. I broke her years ago, one of my greatest conquests. You'll meet her when she gets back from a errand I have he on out of state." I looked over to the skater girl we had been toying with since yesterday. She was a really cutie, and I had savored fucking her, but I was bored enough of her now. There were plenty of cocks and pussies out there. "So what about her?" "First we'll need to gather up her clothes, then we'll decide what memories to stick in her." I just remembered that my mother had found the girl's clothes. "Shit. My mom found her clothes out on the sidewalk this morning. She must have gathered them up because I don't remember seeing them out there." Dante groaned. "Oh, I really shouldn't have left them out there. It was just so hot making her strip on the spot like that. No worries. I have plenty of clothes around the house. So, let's go play dress up." ##### Dante's house was amazing. Every inch of it was stylish and each room was different. In the basement he had an entire wardrobe of costumes and clothing that looked like it came from a pervert's sketchbook. Dante told me that being psychic made it very easy to get lots of money, since people would hand over their wallets just by being asked, and the clothes had mostly been compiled from lost items left by the hordes of women he had fucked in the house. They had all left things. Purses, jewelry, underwear, straps, toys, and entire dresses. I was curious to find what looked like a few prom dresses in one corner, and in another there was enough leather bustieres and thongs to equip an army of dominatrixes. We must have spent a couple hours playing with Jesse, forcing her to try on different things and strut for us as if we were having a sexy fashion show. Finally we decided on a pair of extremely short denim shorts that left most of her ass exposed, a bright pink thong that rode up her naked hips, and a tiny punk-rock t-shirt that barely covered her perky tits. Dante had makeup too, and we painted her lips black, her eyelids dark red, and I drew a heart on her cheek. Dante and I decided that she had gone to a secret rave last night, which would explain her slutty clothes and sweaty lack of hygiene. To complete the costume we even took some glow-sticks and shoved them into her shorts, one hooking though her exposed thong. "Drugs," Dante said. "She should be high. That's why she didn't call her parents last night." He pulled out a big bag of molly and ecstasy from a chest he had which was filled to the brim with every drug imaginable. He grabbed my cock (which was amazingly hard again) and he drew a line of molly on it that ran the full length of my ten inches. "Snort that molly off his cock, bitch," Dante commanded. The redhead fell to her knees and lowered her nose to my cock, expertly snorting all ten inches of the molly. Her head rolled like it was loose on her neck, and her eyes were practically spinning. "Alright," Dante said. "Let's escort this little lady home." ##### I borrowed one of Dante's shirts and met him in the garage, leading a very hypnotized, very high Jesse behind me like a drugged little kitten. She looked like a perfect little rave slut coming home from a night of hard partying, drug use, and fucking. Dante opened the trunk to his car. "Hop in here, slut," Jesse leaned into the trunk, but she was so high that she was having trouble getting in. Dante grabbed her by the back of her tiny shorts and tugged on them with such force that they almost ripped, and the material cut into her ass with a painful wedgie. He dropped her into the trunk like a bag of trash and we got into his car. ##### As we drove by her house we could see that a police car was parked out in front. An attractive woman with a neck tattoo was on the porch in her bathrobe, crying and talking to one of the officers. It was pretty obvious that this milf was Jesse's mother, and I fantasized about banging the both of them at once. That was possible now, I realized. My power would allow me to make my every sexual desire a reality. My cock was so hard it almost broke through the zipper of my shorts. We pulled into an alley two blocks away, got out, and pulled Jesse out of the trunk. "Are you ready?" Dante asked. "I want you to put in her new memories. You don't need to worry about making them too detailed or even realistic, the human mind will do most of that work on its own. Besides, she's high as fuck and tired from all the poundings we've given her. She's like putty, champ, you can do whatever you want with her." I nodded. I wanted to make Dante proud. I looked into her eyes, which wasn't easy as they kept rolling back and forth from the molly. I reached into her mind, and I broke it like it was made of wet paper. Dante was right, all of the hard sex and drug influence had made her so weak that her mind was completely at my mercy. "Listen Jesse," I whispered into her ear. "You went to a rave last night, not a very large one, in the next town over, with some boys you met at that skateboard shop you like. You didn't tell your mom because you were afraid she'd say no. You had a great fucking time by the way. You danced all night, did every drug that was offered to you, and when the sun was rising and everyone was heading back home, you took those boys into the bathroom and you fucked every one of them. You did this because you are a total slut, and you love nothing more than getting fucked." Jesse was crying. "But . . . that didn't happen." Dante's hand grasped my hard cock through my shorts. "Touch her. Grab her tits and pussy. Finger her. Sexual contact will increase your influence." I did as he said. My right hand gripped one of her firm breasts, massaging it slowly, and my other hand slipped down her shorts and started playing with her clit. She moaned submissively. Dante stroked my own cock through the material of my shorts, heightening my power. "Yes it did, you lying slut! You begged those boys to fuck the shit out of you. You sucked their dicks, you stripped for them, and then you spread your legs and let each of them cum in you. You weren't thinking about the consequences, and do you know why?" "Because . . . because . . ." "Because you are a worthless, horny, cock-sucking, cum-slurping, little slut." ". . . yes." "Now get the fuck out of here, and if you ever see me again you will not remember me, but you will know, somewhere deep down, that I am the hottest stud you have even seen, and you will get wet." "Oh fuck," she moaned, "I'm so wet right now. Pleae fuck me. Please—" SLAP!!! I slapped her across the face. It felt amazing. "Scram bitch." She did, reluctantly, and I watched her cute little ass turn around the block. She looked back once, longingly biting her lower lip, and then she disappeared. I was shaking. The feeling of power that I now possessed was overwhelming, it was more than I had ever thought possible, and I loved it. Tears came to my eyes. I had just raped a girl, I finally accepted, which was something I had never quite down before. I had pressured girls into sex. I had shamed them by spreading nude pictures of them afterward around the school, and yet I had never really crossed that final line. But now . . . now I could do anything. "I think . . . I think I feel sick," I said. "We ruined that girl." Dante took me into her arms. He kissed me. "Don't think about it like that. You saw her memories. She was a little gangbanger. She stabbed one girl, and slammed another on the ground so hard that the girl's ribs cracked. She was already a slut too. Did you see her memories of sucking off that basketball player while her boyfriend was passed out in the next room? She was a piece of trash, Riley. She was sport." I nodded. "But . . . but you don't care about that. If she had been a virgin, and a good person, you would have done the same thing. You'd just as soon rape that shit out of a virgin and ruin her life." Dante smiled, and he kissed me again. "Yes. And you will too. Power like this will change you Riley, and you will be happy when it does. Good, bad. Right, wrong, Moral, immoral. Who gives a fuck about that when there is a whole world of pleasure to be had for those with the balls to take it? Life is the sexiest bitch of all, Riley, but she doesn't put out willingly. You've got to rape her. Are you willing to do that Riley? I you ready to become the god you deserve to be?" I shuddered. He was right. I wanted to live while I was alive, and I wanted to conquer. "Yes. I am ready. What's next?" "Next?" Dante laughed. "Next we go hunting, we find some hot girl or boy you like, someone neither of us have met before, and we see if you can do to them what I did to that little redheaded cock-sucker." I smiled. "I can't wait."