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Three Virgins

By: PrimalRoots



"That's really touching Matt... but I just don't think we can be anything more than friends..."

A phrase he heard all too often. Matt Higgins was attractive, but at the same time, there was a lot about him that took away from his looks. He had a handsome face, but it was glazed with acne. He had a nice build, but he was pretty short. For the innocent virgins, he was too weird to date. For the desperate whores, he didn't have a big enough dick. Not desperate enough, he would think to himself. 

It was the beginning of his Junior year at his college. He had just turned 21. He could drive people legally, he had a job at the grocery store to pay for gas, and he didn't have hard classes this year. In fact, he got out of class at eleven every day. It was a year to relax. So naturally, he wanted to enjoy that time with a girl. Just someone to cuddle, watch nerdy movies with, and occasionally blow his load on or in.

This time it was the gorgeous Shelby Walker. Wavy shoulder length black hair, hourglass figure, and perfect proportional breasts. Of course, he'd never seen her topless but he just knew that her tits were absolutely perfect. Call it a sixth sense. But his height couldn't match hers, his pale skin was a major contrast to her well tanned body, and she was one of the girls who had all the guys after her. She was still twenty, and her birthday was coming up soon. Matt didn't know for sure, but he heard rumors here and there that she was a big fan of sex. It didn't look like he would be finding out firsthand anytime soon. 

Or so he thought...

*******

"Come on Yanni, for meeeee?"

Arianna (Yanni) Carmela had an annoying sister. Melanie, or Mel, was a freshman, brand new to college. Yanni was a junior, so of course she was very embarrassed by her stupid younger sister. She followed her around, asked dumb questions, pestered her friends, and was the favorite with their parents.

This time she was asking for boyfriend help. Yanni knew that freshman year was mating season for most people. She was never really that interested in dating. Mostly because nobody was interested in her. She had an unattractive wiry frame. The kind that made her look malnourished. Of course, she ate like a pig, but she stayed pencil-thin. Her breasts were tiny, but noticeable like an apple cut in half.

"What could I possibly do to help you get a boyfriend?"

"Teach me what guys like!" her sister replied.

She knew what guys liked. And she knew her sister had it. Although they came from the same parents, they were very different in looks. Where Yanni was thin, angular, and tall, Mel was a petite delight. She was curvaceous with small but well rounded breasts. Her lips looked like a heart, and she had cute freckles at the top of her cheekbones. At only eighteen, she was practically a bombshell by college standards.

"Look in the mirror, twerp," Yanni quipped.

"I know I'm absolutely gorgeous," she said with some sarcasm, "But what do I do to get a guy to like me for more than my body?"

"It's very easy my dear innocent baby sister. Step one, get on your knees. Step two, talk about how you like making sandwiches. Step three, open your mouth, and let him take over. Step four, hope for the best. Try this until you realize that guys are stupid."

"Well you would know, wouldn't you?" Mel was now a bit miffed.

"What are you saying?" Yanni asked suspiciously. 

"I'm saying that you could be a blowjob queen for all I know!"

Mel leaned forward just a bit across the dinner table, not knowing this gave Yanni a view of her bosom beneath her thin tank top. She stared intently at Yanni, trying to look for signs of this accusation being true. She found none. 

Yanni gave her bothersome sister a look that said Fuck Off Twerp. She looked back down into her backpack and continued pulling her binders out of her backpack. She knew that Mel could only learn from experience; she wasn't as smart as her big sister. If only there was some way to do it without heartbreak.

Yanni would soon find the answer.

******

Kerry Donahue. THE senior at Texas State. She did it all, she was the best actress in the theater, the best alto in the choir, a pretty good cheerleader, an excellent student (especially in English), a varsity golf player, and one hot piece of ass. So what's the problem? Well, if you asked her yourself you would find that she was in denial. She honestly believed she was happy having accomplished so much while remaining a faithful Christian.

If you asked, "Kerry, are you happy?" She would shoot back with a perfect smile, "Is the sun bright?"

If you dipped into her subconscious, you would find that she didn't give a damn about her religion, she thought english was boring, acting was too stressful, singing really depended on too many other people, too many guys hit on her as a cheerleader, and golf was too mellow. She was in denial, big time.

The worst part was her sex drive. She constantly denied that it existed. Her freshman year, she got a role in the school musical as a chorus member. At the time, the guy in the lead role was a senior name Danny Masters. He was a good-looking guy, nothing special. During one of the performances, she caught a glimpse of his package while they were offstage. The innocent Christian inside her proclaimed,  The Slut buried deep down whispered to herself,  The little whisper was enough to make her just a little wet. The Christian convinced her that she just had an accident. And The Christian continued to convince Kerry of this every time it happened for the next three years.

The Christian was about to lose the battle.

*****

Kerry Donahue sure was good in English, but not so much in Science. She was a senior but she was behind in that subject, and she had to take a Chemistry class with Mr. Lealos. Also in this class was Matt Higgins, Mr. Average, and Yanni Carmela, the Walking Stick.

The classroom was well equipped with emergency devices in case something went wrong during an experiment. There was a chemical shower and a sink designed to shoot water at one's eyes. Perfect for exploding beakers and stupid and reckless students.

Kerry, Matt, and Yanni were in a lab group with Greg, the new kid. He never spoke a word to anyone, he just nodded yes or shook his head no. He showed no signs of intelligence or stupidity. Nobody could figure a thing about him.

When Mr. Lealos told the class to make a specific compound, the safety gear came on. The silly looking eye protectors and the rubber gloves looked unflattering on everyone. The compound would be simple, so it wasn't likely that anything would go wrong. Nothing ever did anyway, even for the other more dangerous experiments.

It was Greg's job to organize all the chemicals. While the other three gathered the beakers and test tubes, Greg sprinkled something into the NaCl... something strange.

It was Matt's job to pour all the chemicals together. In went the first one, the second. Yanni and Kerry leaned in closer to observe any changes. The third went in gradually. Their faces got closer. The NaCl...

BAM!!!!

Whatever Greg slipped in, it made the compound explode. The liquids shot up into the air, melting through the other three students' goggles. They immediately made a dash for the emergency sinks. There were only two. Matt made it to the first one, quickly turning it on. Kerry made it to the second one, fumbling with the nozzle. Yanni was left to use the shower. But before she could turn it on, some of the acidic compound leaked onto her clothes. She did just what Mr Lealos taught, however embarrassing it was. Yanni pulled off her loose t-shirt, then turned the shower on. The water shot down on her, soaking her instantly. The compound washed off her face, fortunately not scarring her. What she didn't notice was that the compound had snuck its way under her shirt and was eating through her bra. For some reason, the shower couldn't do a thing about it. She was forced to take her bra off.

Matt and Kerry had no trouble getting the strange mixture off of them and out of their eyes. Yanni had to stand topless in front of her classmates and she made sure the terrible concoction was all gone. She turned the shower off. Some of the more shy students looked away. The assholes laughed at her tiny boobs. Her nipples had grown hard from the cold water. Mr. Lealos grabbed a towel and immediately wrapped it around her, holding her to his body as he escorted her into the back room for a change of clothes.

Matt and Kerry had their shirts soaked. This didn't mean much for Matt, he was wearing a black shirt. Kerry on the other hand, had recently run into some laundry problems. She was forced to go to school without a bra for the day. The day she decided to wear a white long-sleeved shirt. The Christian had made her very ignorant and sheltered. She had no idea that the whole class could see through her shirt. She and Matt each grabbed a towel and dried themselves. It didn't do much for her shirt.

Matt and Kerry sat back down, waiting for instructions. Matt noticed her perky nipples, just as most of the class had as well. He blatantly stared at her large breasts, acquiring an uncomfortable hard on under his jeans. Kerry noticed his gaze out of the corner of her eye and looked at him. Matt expertly changed his view to something on the wall, so she couldn't verify his stare. What she ended up verifying was his erection. The Slut whispered  seductively. A tiny warmth rose in her stomach. She felt the wetness between her legs.  The Christian assured her.

Mr. Lealos returned without Yanni and told the class that they were dismissed, and that this would be discussed next time they met.

**********

Yanni was absolutely traumatized. She saw the faces of some of the boys who laughed at her breasts. She knew she was unattractive. But there was always some hope that someone found her attractive. She immediately went home and started eating everything in the pantry. Mel came home while this was going on.

"Wow, someone's piggin' today."

"Shut up, just shut the fuck up Mel!" Yanni yelled with a mouth full of Twinkie. If their parents had been home, the use of foul language would not go unpunished.

"Christ, what's your deal?"

"Leave me alone!"

Mel stared at her big sister for a moment, now switching to a more compassionate mode.

"Yanni, I'm sorry, can you tell me what's wrong?"

 Yanni thought forcefully.

Mel's face went blank. The look of concern was gone. She mechanically started walking upstairs to her room. Yanni sensed something different about this. She knew that Mel wouldn't be so sarcastic as to leave so rudely. It was the change in her eyes. Yanni swallowed the mouthful of Oreo and left the pantry to follow Mel.

Mel walked at a normal pace and a regular expression had returned to her pretty face. But she didn't look at Yanni as she walked up the stairs. Yanni followed. Mel entered her room and closed the door. Yanni stood by to make sure she hadn't hurt her feelings. She didn't want her parents to come home to find their daughters in a fight.

The room was silent for a while. Yanni was still shaken, tears streaming down her face, but she had a moment of concern for her sister, realizing that she had gone overboard. She heard a moan.  Another moan. Louder. A distinctive tone.  She opened the door a crack. The moans were clearly not crying. Mel was on her bed with her right hand jammed down her short shorts. Yanni couldn't look away for some reason!  Mel stopped moaning. She took her hand out of her pants, wondering why she had suddenly been struck with the urge to masturbate.

 Mel thought.

Yanni dashed to her room. She could hear her sister's thoughts! Not only that, but she had made her masturbate and then suddenly stop.  Yanni took a moment to gather herself. She dried the tears from her face. After a moment, she tried something.  Mel came into her room. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you blushing?"

"Oh, am I?" She looked down shamefully.

 Yanni pushed.

"Well... actually... it's probably because I was... touching myself. Oh my god why did I just tell you that?!"

Mel tried to make an escape.

Yanni pushed for her to stay. "You were masturbating? You sick little freak wait until I tell mom and dad!"

"No, please don't! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Yanni grew an ear to ear grin.

*****************

Matt brushed off the whole ordeal. After all, he got a nice peek at Kerry's divine rack. He decided he would go to the drive-thru after school before he got down to studying. His eyes were still sore, but otherwise he actually felt better than ever. He drove up with some new confidence coupled with the same hard-on from class.

He ordered the usual, burger, fries and large soda. It's hard to tell over the crackly voice box at the drive-thru, but he thought this girl sounded cute. He was right. As he rolled up to the window, he smiled at the girl currently working. She smiled back. She looked a little older, maybe a little past average college years. Her hair was tied up to fit under the hat of the chain she worked for, but he could see that it was died pink. She had a nose piercing and large glasses, but it made her look more attractive. "Here you go, sir. Will there be anything else?"

 he thought, but what came out was ,"No, that'll be all. Oh shit, I'm short a dollar."

She suddenly took on a new air. She gave him a slightly teasing look, which also looked ridiculous in her brightly colored work uniform. "You know, if you do me a favor I can let it slide."

"Is that so? Alright, whaddya got?" He was ready to do some kitchen work. He was surprised.

"Drive around to the front door. I'll be right there."

He was shocked. It took him a moment before he complied and drove around. She started walking to the front door. Her manager was obviously chewing her out, noticing her abandonment. She ignored him and got in the front seat of Matt's car.

"So uh... What kind of favor were you thinking?" He asked, still very surprised.

She took off the silly hat, revealing that her hair was actually died multiple colors, but it was pink at the roots. "I'm not sure... I just felt like I really wanted to be in this car with you."

"You know you probably just lost your job, right?"

"Yeah, but I hate it anyway. I can get a better job."

He stared at her in awe. A hipster girl just got into his car, and neither of them knew why.

"Want me to take you somewhere?"

"I don't know."

There was an awkward silence.

 

Matt's eyes grew wide. He had been looking at her as she stared out the windshield, and he knew for sure she hadn't moved her mouth.

"Why don't we have an adventure? You're not busy, are you?"

"Uh... uh... no, I got nothing planned t-today." He said it as awkward as could be said.

"Alright, let's go to the lake!" She said with a bounce in the front seat. This made her breasts jiggle slightly. Matt stopped staring before she noticed.

He started driving towards the lake. He stayed relatively quiet as she gabbed on about the obscure bands she liked. It was still a mystery about what he had heard before. He started wondering what her name was, and she was too busy talking about The Flaming Lips to interrupt. It suddenly came to him, she was wearing a name tag. It said Lara.

They arrived at the lake and it was about this time that Matt realized they had no swim suits. He asked her what they would do about it.

"Don't worry about it, we can just swim in our underwear." 

There it was again! He had heard her thoughts. Matt was no idiot, and he was able to figure it out quickly that he had compelled her to get into the car in the first place. But she ad made her own decision to stay, and even wanted to spend time with him. Now she even might get intimate with him, a total stranger. 

She ran to the shore and Matt followed. She threw her clothes behind her, dashing to the water in just her bra and panties. Matt saw the opportunity to test this unbelievable power he may have discovered.



She still ran at full speed, but suddenly jumped into the air and stuck her landing directly in front of the tiny waves. Still , it could have been coincidental. Matt gave one more command.

Lara turned around and walked toward Matt. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head.

"Come on, don't let me be the only one half naked here!"

That proved it. There's no way she would start undressing him on her own. Soon they were both down to their undergarments.

 Matt thought.

**********

Kerry still had one more class after Chemistry. Her shirt was now dry, but she had Phys Ed anyway, so it didn't matter. She entered the locker room, and fortunately none of her classmates from Chemistry shared this class with her, so no furtive glances would be shot her way. 

She still remembered that she had no bra on, and took her gym clothes into a bathroom stall and changed there. As she stripped out of her plain white shirt, she noticed that her nipples still stood at attention.

 The Christian said, trying to take her attention away from herself. Kerry shook her head and slipped the loose fitting shirt on.

For the last couple of weeks, the class had just been playing basketball while Mr. Winthrop flirted with the seniors he knew were soon to graduate, one of which was Kerry. Of course, being a gym teacher, he was horrible at it.

"Donahue, got any new cheers for the team lately?"

"Nothing coach, still polishing up our current routine."

"I'm sure it's fine. I love it every time you girls cheer." He said with a slightly disturbing grin.

Some of the more athletic boys were getting into the game. There were shouts everywhere, "I'm open! Pass! Double dribble!"

Juniper had noticed that Mr. Winthrop was being a pig, and came to protect her friend Kerry.

"Hey Ker, why don't we go practice layups? I'm sure coach has some work to do." Before either the coach or Kerry could say anything, Juniper had pulled her away. Juniper was trim and fit, muscles everywhere. She was a great soccer player, and an especially great swimmer. Kerry was sure she could make Team USA for the next Olympic Games.

Juniper took Kerry to the hoop across from the boys. They practiced layups, which Kerry was not particularly good at. Some of the lazier boys noticed.

"Jump white girl, jump!"

"Shut it creeps!" Juniper said defensively. She was always looking out for Kerry.

"It's okay Juni, just ignore them."

Kerry tried another layup. The boys hollered again. Juniper ignored Kerry and walked over to the rowdy hoodlums and started telling them off. 

The game across the gym was getting more and more serious. Eventually, the ball bounced off the rim and flew across the room, striking Juniper in the back of the head.

Then next thing Kerry new, Juni was screaming at the lazy boys who were screaming at both her and the boys playing the game who were screaming at Juni for not giving the ball back. It was very stressful for Kerry.

 She screamed in her mind, for she was too kind to yell at anyone.

But everything did stop. Everything.


Three Virgins Ch. 02



"Wake up sleepy, we've got work to do today," said The Slut.

Kerry had a magnificent night of sleep. She still hadn't had her first orgasm, but the sexual release she experienced the day before was enough to satisfy her. She had slept in her pajamas, but awoke to find that they would need washing. She had drooled on her thin blue shirt and had wet her loose plaid pajama pants with the effects of her arousal from whatever dreams had entered her resting head.

The alarm clock blared its annoying sounds repeatedly until Dana smacked it. Kerry liked Dana, she was a great roommate (mostly because she was so quiet). Dana had almost the exact same build as Kerry; about 5'8" with killer legs that belonged on a soccer player. The differences between them lay in their chests and heads. While Kerry had the popular 36C breasts, Dana had less noticeable 32B's. Kerry's hair was a strange concoction of not-quite-red and not-quite-brown while Dana was a pure blonde. Facially, Kerry was the super model and Dana was the, well, not super model.

The alarm stopped its obnoxious interruption of the girls' slumber, but it was time to get up. Kerry hopped out of her bed, ready to walk out of the dorms to face a new day full of whatever she decided. Dana wasn't so ready for the day. Kerry walked to her closet, making rhythmic steps as if she were dancing. She opened it up and pulled out a freshly cleaned bra, and slid it on after removing her blue shirt. This is when she noticed the dampness between her legs. She turned her head to see if Dana was looking, then quietly dashed to the bathroom with a fresh pair of underwear.

Dana lay still with her arm over her eyes, blocking the bright sunlight that penetrated through the window and onto her face. She was having a battle as to whether or not she should get up. 

Kerry was getting herself dressed when she heard Dana. "Just five more minutes and I'll be fine. Yeah, that'll be good. No... no I should really just get up now. I have a lot of classes today and I don't want to be too sleepy. But..."

Kerry would have been surprised, but freezing time can take the surprise factor right out of you. It was just another bonus to her newfound powers. She had read plenty of science fiction stories in high school. The Christian always protested, but she had to for one of her English classes. With this knowledge, she knew she could figure some things out. And now was the time to test it. 

"Dana, when I walk back into the room, pretend I am not there." Kerry wasn't totally sure this would work, but that's why she tried something simple. Newly dressed, having brushed her hair, Kerry ventured back into the bedroom. Dana had finally resolved to get up. She was standing, rubbing her right eye. "Kerr, are you in there?" she said, directing her voice to the bathroom. It worked.

Dana received no answer, so she walked out to the kitchen. It was a pretty nice dorm room, two rooms, each with its own bathroom, and a tight but comfortable living space with an adjoining kitchen separated only by a counter. The bedroom opposite theirs was empty. They weren't sure how long that would be the case.

At the moment, Dana was preparing to have just a simple breakfast of Pop Tarts and coffee. Kerry had other plans. "Dana, why don't you make me a nice breakfast? Pancakes and eggs sounds good." And that's just what Dana did. She approached the stove, her ass jiggling beneath her panties a she did. Her oversized sweatshirt that belonged to her boyfriend hid her petite breasts. She was very insecure about them, but Kerry had always wanted her to feel nice. So she was compelled to try something else on a more emotional level. "Dana... you know your breasts are perfect. Size doesn't matter. Just feel good about the way your body is." And with that, the sweatshirt came off.

Unlike Kerry, Dana slept with a bra on. But right now, Kerry didn't matter. She had just done a good deed for her roommate and she was feeling very good about herself. It was already such a happy morning that she could sing-

"Sing! Oh, shoot I'll be late for Choir!" Kerry rushed back into her room and pulled on some jeans. She struggled to get them on in a rush, so she slowed down a bit and calmed her nerves. Unfortunately, that triggered a new thought process.

"Why don't you stay a bit longer? You should get to know Dana better. Find out where she's from, maybe a bit about her family life, and definitely what her biggest turn ons are." cooed The Slut.

Kerry did want to get to know Dana better. But now wasn't the time. She could ask about her hometown and her family later. It would have to wait to find out what Dana's favorite position was.

Kerry walked about of the dorm wondering exactly what was Dana's favorite position? She had personally never experience any, but what about Dana? Is she the in control type who loves cowgirl? Or maybe she's the subordinate who loves to take it from behind... 

Awake for five minutes, and already Kerry had begun to wet her panties.

******* It was a large choir. There were over 200 students that were a part of it. The Sopranos were on the far left, the Altos (where Kerry was) next to them. To the right of the altos were the Tenors, and on the far right the Basses. Kerry knew the song well, and there wasn't much for the Altos to sing anyhow. Her mind was very occupied with Dana. She wondered how experience she was with sex. For that matter, what about Juniper? She was a major jock; did she really have any interest in sex? What about-

"Stop, stop! Sopranos, you're too quiet, I can hear the Tenors breathe. Think about the song, it's not supposed to be subtle. Tone it up but don't lose the emotion."

This was the millionth time that the conductor had to interrupt because the sopranos were too quiet. The men in the choir all groaned and laughed. One of the tenors, Pat Kraler, was cracking jokes about the sopranos.

"How many sopranos does it take to screw in a light bulb? They can't, they hold the bulb in and expect the world to turn around them."

An uproar ensued.

"What happens when the sopranos don't get the melody? A mass suicide!"

The conductor hushed them and the song restarted. Kerry noticed how nice of a smile Pat had, especially with such perfect white teeth. She only knew him from choir, and wasn't sure if he played any sports. All she knew was that he looked good in a tight shirt. And tight shirts were all that he owned.

"Don't you wonder what his cock is like?" The Slut had been dormant, enjoying the independent dirty thoughts of Kerry. Now it was time to take some action. "I think you should go find out, sweetie." 

She was so tempted to. But how would she approach it? Just ask? Flirt? Date him first? "Just use your head, sweetie." Of course. That made much more sense. It was time to try something new. Again.

Just like yesterday, Kerry paused time itself. It was just before the last note, when everyone was supposed to sing the highest note they could, especially the sopranos. Kerry maneuvered her way through the risers and down onto the floor of the choir room. Lucky for her, Pat was on the ground level. The Slut obviously acted out of arousal, but Kerry was driven mostly by curiosity. It was that little sexual tension that gave her the push. 

She arrived in front of Pat, whose mouth was open wide. She was very nervous, and felt shy even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Don't be afraid, just pretend he's a Ken doll." That was good enough for Kerry. She got on her knees and began to unbuckle his pants. They came undone easily. She slid down the denim enclosure, leaving only his loose boxers between Kerry and the object of her desire. But there was a problem that she noticed. He was supposed to get an erection for things to go how she wanted, but how could that happen if time had stopped?

"Fuck! Damn it, Kerry, how could you fuck this up for me?!" Needless to say, The Slut was not pleased. Fortunately, Kerry thought it through. Focusing as hard as she could, she did her best to unfreeze Pat, but nobody else. Suddenly, the end of the note before the last faded from Pat's throat, but then came to a sudden halt when he felt his hair legs become a bit colder. He looked down to see the beautiful Kerry Donahue on her knees in front of him.

"Whoa, what's goin' on here?" he took no notice of the frozen people around him.

"I'm just experimenting, I hope you don't mind?" Kerry said this very politely, with no seductive tone.

"Um... that's kind of... what the fuck?" Now he noticed. Everyone was frozen. 

"Wait, wait, please don't freak out!" Kerry tried desperately to calm him. But he pulled up his jeans and walked away from Kerry to survey the room. His breathing got heavier, and he started to freak.

"What the fuck happened? They're all... I mean...!"

"Kerry, you're not doing this right, you have to seduce him!" But Kerry ignored The Slut while she tried to regain Pat's attention. It was the last straw for The Slut. She decided to take over.

Kerry walked over to Pat, sauntering as she flaunted her gorgeous milky legs. Pat was still afraid, but his wild eyes landed on the vixen approaching him. "Listen handsome, you've got two choices here. Number one, hyperventilate and freak out. Number two, whip out your cock for me." This lowered his level of bewilderment a tad and caused him to slightly raise his left eyebrow.

"Looks like you need more convincing." Kerry pulled her shirt over her head, teasing Pat with her cream-colored bra that didn't show much cleavage. That was all Pat needed. Without a word, his pants were back off. Kerry gave a mischievous smile and sunk back down to her knees. His member had already grown beneath his boxers. Excited, she slid the cotton prison down his legs, releasing the first erect penis Kerry Donahue ever saw. It stood at half mast. Subconsciously, Kerry's hand lifted itself up and began to stroke Pat's penis.

At full attention, it stood seven and a half inches. This verified Kerry's horniness. Underneath her jeans and her panties, her clit appeared. It rubbed against her cotton panties as she vibrated from the increased paced of her first hand job. Pat gave little moans of approval. It only fueled Kerry's desire. It wasn't long before the cock was in her mouth. Of course, she had no idea how to give a blow job. Luckily, The Slut did. Her tongue lightly teased the very tip of his penis, causing him to shake a little bit. Next, she circled the circumference of the head, making his moans a bit longer.

Pat wasn't sure how experience she was, but he was definitely enjoying this. He'd had better blowjobs before, but with practice he felt she could be a queen. He placed one hand on her head as he looked down at her, taking a fistful of her hair in his fist.

Kerry couldn't stand it any longer, her own teasing was too much for her. She lowered her jaw and let his dick slide in. It slid across her tongue and she gave a quick and sharp moan, not expecting it to taste as it did. Pat got louder, and she got faster.

Her right hand unbuttoned her jeans and found its way to her clit. Now a tad more familiar with these grounds, her hand got to work. Her masturbation caused her to slow down a bit, so Pat pushed her head farther onto his cock. Not expecting this, Kerry gagged a bit, but it didn't go too far, so she was fine. Her eyes had opened wide, and she looked up at Pat. Their eyes met, and Pat felt his semen stirring inside his balls. "Here it comes..." he groaned.

Pat attempted to pull out, but Kerry didn't know why. She denied the motion, and kept his erection on her tongue. She felt it pulse in her mouth, and suddenly something came gushing out. It was so unexpected, sliding down her throat, that she started coughing. Pat slid out of her mouth, and his seed shot onto her lip, her right cheek, her nose, her collar bone, and almost landed in her ear, but hit the floor instead. The rest dripped out onto her forearm, which still held his penis.

Her coughing fit was brief, since not much made it into her mouth. She wasn't happy, but when she got a taste of what was on her lip, The Slut sparked up. "Oh, sweetie, well done. You got the special prize. You'll want as much of it as you can get. The more you get the happier you'll feel, I promise." With that, Kerry began to gather the cum into her hand and started swallowing it, cherishing its taste and wanting more. When it was all gone, she lifted Pat's limp member and licked the rest off the tip.

"Not bad, Donahue. Thanks." He was still regaining his breath. He then looked down at her in surprise when she started stroking him again. "What are you doing"

"I want more," she said, nonchalantly.

"That's all I got, sorry. You can see me tomorrow though, I'll have a fresh batch."

She looked disappointed, but kept stroking. Pat pulled his pants back up, making her let go. She made a cute pouty face, but he denied her again. Angrily, Kerry refroze him. She looked to the other men, their mouths still wide open in the middle of a note. She could have very well sucked each and every one of the 94 remaining cocks in the room, but there was that little moral piece left of her that said no, she'd had enough. It wasn't The Christian, just her own sensibility.

However, she did still have a bit of fun left to have. She may not want to work on the men, but the sopranos did need a little help hitting the high note about to come. Kerry moved Pat into the practice room so that he wouldn't cause a disruption when she resumed time. With that, she walked to the far side of the room where the sopranos presided.

"You mischievous devil, you. What a wonderful idea. I didn't know you had it in you. It's more fun with two to choose from anyhow."

Feeling confident from her accomplishment, she had no trouble pulling down the pants and skirts of the 53 sopranos. Some of the girls wore panties, some didn't. Some were hairy, some shaved, some trimmed. A few had tattoos. She wasn't sure how many were virgins, but a few of them were definitely not. But there was one problem, she had to bring them into the time pause to arouse them.

"You've been experimenting all day, why stop now?"

The Slut was right. Kerry focused as hard as she could on the thought. The thought of resuming bodily functions while remaining frozen. And so it was.

Kerry felt invincible. She placed her hand on the first girl's bald pussy, and felt it warm up and dampen. After a few moments of light caressing, she slid her middle finger between the girl's pussy lips and rubbed furiously. In about a minute, she felt a convulsion, and froze the girl in the middle of it. She pulled her pants back up.

Kerry repeated this process 52 times, knowing what to do solely from the stories she'd heard from her cheerleader friends about their sexual escapades (some with girls) it was evident that she was a natural, probably thanks to The Slut.

She got ridiculously horny herself making all these girls cum. She knew she'd have to finish herself off to once this was over. Her first orgasm. She could hardly wait.

It came to the last girl, a beautiful dame by the name of Haley. Kerry knew her from church, and The Slut took pleasure in performing such an act on the oh-so-innocent daughter of the pastor. So much so that she compelled the ever horny Kerry to kiss her neck while she rubbed her untouched pussy. Kerry licked her neck, kissed it, even gave it tiny little bites. It took some more time to make Haley cum, which seemed strange to Kerry. She resorted to her breasts. Kerry assumed a position from behind, lifting her thick conservative turtleneck. Instead of unhooking it, she simply slid her hand under the right cup of her bra and starting massaging and pinching. Her left hand worked on her vagina, and her lips met the skin of her neck. Kerry moaned from the eroticism of it. At last, she felt the convulsion.

Now done with her task, she ran the the restroom and washed her hands. It took a while to get the smell of 53 girls off of her. She returned to her position of the risers and resumed time.

The perfect pitch was hit by every one of the sopranos, and as soon as it was over, they all fell over each other, writhing in pleasure. Haley was the first one to scream when the song ended. Nobody knew what to think of it. Kerry smiled to herself, not noticing that her own juices were about ready to soak through her jeans. The rehearsal was over, and Kerry was going to find a way to get some release, when all of a sudden...

"Kerry, this is you right? Can you hear me? I know this is weird, but I'm speaking to you through our minds. Kerry?" said an ambiguous voice. Kerry knew it, but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Um... yes. Who is this?" she replied, as if having a normal phone conversation.

"It's Yanni from Chemistry. I need you to meet me in the Science Building. We need to talk."

To Be Continued...



Three Virgins Ch. 03



"Matt, are you okay? You seem a little off," said Lara.

And he was. Matt didn't know what was going on. Yesterday, he was able to control Lara's emotions, though he only toyed with that briefly. Today, they were sitting in a cafe, having a nice lunch, and Matt thought it might be fun to get her a little excited in public. But nothing.

He woke up late, not having any classes to attend to that day. It was about 12:00 when he finally left his crappy apartment. He got a call from Lara (they exchanged information the day before) and they met up at that little cafe to get to know each other better. Matt was a sexually frustrated guy, but he certainly wasn't past dating. The problem was, it was Shelby he wanted, not Lara. But everyone deserves a chance.

Even so, she was a very tempting girl. His libido got the best of him, and he delved into her mind. He could listen just fine, but there was nothing he could touch. She was in control of her own mind.

"Yeah, fine." he replied.

"You don't sound fine." There was concern in Lara's voice.

He was barely listening. "How could that power just disappear?" he thought to himself. He eventually let it go, and started to drift back to reality. 

He was just listening to Lara talk about herself for a while. She may have looked interesting from the moment he met her, but that didn't match her as much as he'd thought. She spoke strangely, as if there was no filter for what she decided to say. She would go on tangents, and some of her sentences didn't really make sense.

"I think my favorite animal are cats- catwoman, bad movie, you seen it? Halle Berry. Blehck! I don't like cheesecake- cows, are they really happier in California?"

It was almost like she was a different person from the one he met yesterday. "Maybe it was just my powers that made her interesting..."

He felt bad for it, but he wanted to leave. Then came the message.

"Matt? Matt, is this you?" said a bodiless voice.

Matt looked around the cafe. Nobody was talking to him but Lara. 

"Matt, I'm speaking to you in your mind. This is Yanni, from Chemistry. Can you hear me?"

"Uh... yeah," he thought.

"Great. Listen, I tried talking to you a few hours ago, but I guess you were sleeping. Can you come to the Science Building in half an hour? I need to talk to you."

"What for?" he asked skeptically.

"It's best if I tell you in person."

Then it hit him. How is this happening? She must have powers too! But how could that be? The explosion... that must be it.

"Okay. I'm in the middle of something, can you give me a hand in escaping?" he said, now anxious for the answers.

"Sure, how can I help?"

"Call me. 555-1138. Got it?" There was no response. But ten seconds later, his Star Wars ringtone went off.

"Sorry, I've got to take this," he told Lara. "Hey, what's up. Oh my gosh, are you serious? I'll be right there!"

Without a word to Lara, he jumped out of his seat and left. She stood up to speak, but sank back down into her chair. Now she had to pay for the whole lunch.

**********

Matt arrived at the Science building at 1:30. Yanni was waiting for him in the cafeteria. She seemed pretty confident to him, surprising, especially after the incident in class the ay before. He sat down with her.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Quite a bit. We can start talking about it once Kerry arrives."

"Kerry? She's involved too?" And that is when she showed up, looking rather disappointed. Earlier that morning, she had an amazing sexual experience. Yanni spoke to her telepathically, telling her to meet up here. She had plenty of time before needing to arrive, so she went back to her dorm to get some release. But nothing worked. No matter how hard she worked herself, no orgasm would come.

"Hey," she said somberly.

"Okay, let's talk," said Yanni. "That explosion yesterday gave me powers. I'm not sure how or why, but it did. I've discovered that I can control people's minds, and I can speak telepathically. I can also listen to people's thoughts. For example, Matt you're thinking about..." she searched his mind, but nothing came up. "Funny, I can't read you." She looked around the room and picked a different target. A busy looking student with a laptop. "...which can be expressed as a+bi..." so it still worked. "I guess I can't read you two. You must have powers also. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Matt spoke first. "Yesterday I could do the mind control thing too, but that seems to be gone today. But I know I've had telekinesis. That hasn't changed. Watch." He looked over to the refrigerators with the Gatorades and Vitamin Waters and whatnot, and made the doors open and close a few times. "I can still read thoughts, too."

Yanni looked impressed. Then she looked at Kerry.

"I'm sorry, this is all very overwhelming. I thought I was the only one," she said in her cute Texas accent. "But if you must know, I can do quite a few things. It started with freezing time-"

"So that was you," Matt said. Yanni gave him a look for interrupting. "Sorry, go on."

"Then I was able to change things about my body. Other people's too. I didn't know about the reading minds thing."

"Would you like to give it a try?" Yanni asked.

Kerry looked around. Across the room was a professor, eating alone and seemingly grading papers. She tried her best. To her surprise, she heard from the aged mind,"How I could use a harlot right now. Oh the things I would..." Kerry got shivers from the utter creepiness and stopped listening.

"Yeah, I've got that."

"Have any of them faded?" Yanni asked further.

"Well, I did the time freezing thing this morning. Let me check the body thing. Mind if I use you?" she directed at Yanni.

"Not at all." And with that, Yanni's cute and short hair started to grow. It reached shoulder length. She smiled and started playing with it a bit. "Oh my gosh this is so cute!" Fortunately, nobody had noticed.

Matt cleared his throat. "Ahem. What did you bring us here for, Yanni?"

"Hm? Oh! Right. I think these powers could be useful if we work together, don't you think?

"What did you have in mind?" queried Mr. Higgins.

"This may sound crazy, I know. But I want to start up a prostitution ring."

"Yepp, crazy." Matt said.

"Completely!" Kerry said, with a hint of The Christian peeking through.

"Wait! Hear me out. We all need money, right?" The two listeners nodded. "So let's get some under the table cash! You two will be the workers, and I'll be the manager. Kerry, when you stop time, we don't stop. So we can literally knock out countless clients in no time at all. I control them into buying, and you deliver. It's genius!"

It did sound appealing to both of them.

The Christian was screaming, pulling on her bonds. She was desperate to get out regain control. But The Slut just stood there and laughed. 

Matt loved the idea of sex for money. Especially if it didn't take time out of his busy videogame schedule. And with mind control, he could suddenly look like he belonged on the cover of GQ.

"Just one thing," said Matt. "How well does your power work?"

"Kerry, would you mind freezing?" She did as instructed. Yanni pulled out her laptop from her backpack. "Can you unfreeze particular objects?"

"I can do quite I bit, I'm coming to see."

Yanni opened up the computer and went to a movie file. She took the video of her sister and Hannah and put it on her computer just in case they needed a little sample. But at the same time, she needed to stretch the truth. She needed to become a businesswoman.

"Two girls, straight as arrows one minute, gay as they come the next. Enjoy."

***********

The video began with a very close and personal view of Yanni, who was turning the camera on. She then ran out of the room in a hurry. Left in the frame were Hannah Burns and Melanie Carmela. But Matt and Kerry didn't know that.

The two girls were staring into each other's eyes. Mel had reached for the remote, and Hannah and placed her hand on Mel's.

"Mel?" said Hannah, still lost in her close friend's eyes. The sounds of pornography could be heard from the TV.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever watch porn?" asked Hannah.

"Not really." And she meant it.

"How do you masturbate, then?" Hannah had broken the trance and taken her hand away.

"I don't. I don't think I know how to do it right." replied Mel, slightly embarrassed.

"That's crazy!" Hannah said. The porno was starting to really get into it. "Do you want me to show you?" She was looking into Mel's eyes again.

Mel, not thinking clearly, her arousal higher than she'd ever felt it, thought it would be great. "Sure."

Hannah smiled, and pulled the recliner level on the side of the couch. Mel did the same.

"First you need to be comfortable with your body." Hannah demonstrated this by caressing herself everywhere. Her face, then her neck, her navel, her belly button, her thighs, and her lips. "You don't have to be, but it's best when you're completely naked. One-hundred percent. You mind?" Mel absentmindedly shook her head.

Hannah stood up, giving Mel a full view of her tall and slender figure. She took off her fuck-me-pumps, making her about three inches shorter. Then she took off the little strip of cloth that made up her top. No bra. Her breasts lay in full view, her nipples hard from the AC recently turned on. Hannah wasted no time in slipping off her short-shorts. She wore no panties either. She was always ready to go.

Mel was chewing on her index finger, pressing her thighs together tightly to prevent from going at herself right then.

Hannah took her hoops off her ear lobes. "Just in case you decide to go hard." She winked at her friend, then laid back on the reclined couch, naked from head to toe.

"Love your body," she reiterated. Her hands now met her other previously covered parts. Her inner thighs were met, as were her nipples, frozen yet warm.

"Use your imagination to warm yourself up. Take your finger and pretend its a perfect cock. Not too veiny, not too small, just perfect for an amazing orgasm." She spoke in a very seductive tone, and brought her finger to her mouth. "That's what I normally do, but today I'm going to change it up." Even Mel could tell that this was an act of flirting. "I'm going to pretend it's a nipple," said Hannah.

Her fingers slid past her lips, and she lost herself, flicking the tip of her own finger with her tongue.

Mel's breathing got heavier, and she began to love her body. Her hands roamed all over.

After about a minute, Hannah's finger was thoroughly soaked. "Now that you're warmed up, your tits need a little attention." Both of her hands, starting at her collar bone, slid down to cup her breasts. As her palms and her bottom three fingers massaged, her index fingers and thumbs tweaked her nipples. Hannah was really beginning to enjoy herself. She closed her eyes and let herself go for a moment.

Mel was biting her lip, not noticing how hard. This beautiful nineteen year old before her was masturbating, teaching her to proper method of self pleasure.

Hannah had finished with her breasts. "Now for the entree." Her hands slid just like before down to her very very wet pussy. While her left hand held her inner thigh, her right middle finger began to trace her slit up and down. "Let your pussy know you're there. Be gentle. Comforting. Teasing."

Hannah's eyes remained closed while this happened. But not long after it began, her eyes opened, and she looked at Mel.

"What the fuck, Mel?"

"What?" Mel was disoriented.

"Get your fucking clothes off, now. This is a hands on lesson."

Mel didn't need to hear it twice. She was on her feet instantly, practically tearing at her clothes. Her shirt, her bra, her jeans, her panties all fell to the floor. She stood there for a moment while Hannah looked at her. Her cute breasts had been jiggling as she undressed, and her heart shaped face was blushing.

"Good girl. Now do what I've taught you so far." That's just what Mel did. She loved her body, she truly did. She became more acquainted with it. Her collar bone was smooth, and so was her skin. She'd never really felt her perky little breasts before, but she loved them. Her nipples were the cherries on top. Then she felt the smoothness of her stomach, and her thighs. Her pubic hair was in the way of her nearly dripping pussy, but she'd take care of that later that night. Then she began to trace her pussy lips.

"Perfect." said Hannah. She leaned back into her place. "Why don't you get into the chair across from me so you can see what I do?" Mel complied.

"Now we take one finger and push just past the lips, up near the clit." She did just that. Mel followed suit. Her sensitive womanhood responded with a pulse of pleasure.

"Now, just watch." said Hannah. She began to slowly rub her clitoris, which had presented itself long before this moment. She gasped every few seconds very quietly as pleasure spoke to her mind. Mel watched, miraculously becoming even hornier at the sight. She did just what Hannah was doing.

Hannah's pace increased, just as her passion did. Collectively, their arousal grew exponentially. Hannah's pace became fast, then hurried, then crazy, then frantic. She began to whimper and moan, writhing as she did so. Mel was no different. 

Hannah tried to speak. "And there's... ooohh... different positions too."

"Ohh... oh yeah? Oooohh..."

"Yeah, like this." Hannah left the couch and went to the floor, lying completely on her back with her knees bent. Her pace did not slow. "Try it... unh!"

Mel went to the floor and laid on her back. She found this to be similar to the slight angle provided by the chair. "Show me more... ah!"

Hannah rolled over and got on her knees, holding herself up with one arm as she reached underneath herself and fingered her dripping pussy doggy style.

Mel did the same, and found it to be even more blissful than the other two positions. "Oh my god, yes."

"I haven't showed you... uh!... my favorite one yet- oh fuck!" Mel gasped.

"Oh god, please do... uhhhuhhuhhh!" Mel moaned.

Hannah took her hand off the floor and erected herself, her knees still glued to the ground. She faced Mel, straddling an invisible being, and Mel copied the position. They looked into each other's eyes.

"This one is perfect... for when you're fucking- ah! It really helps... ooh!... when you want to cum..."

"I've never gotten to cum before... unh! unh! yeah!" said Mel, practically screaming.

"Looks like you're about to!" yelled Hannah.

They both inched towards each other, never breaking eye contact. Their hands rubbed their pussies furiously, and their breathing could barely keep up.

"Ooh! You got it now?" Hannah asked.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oooohhh, yesss!" Mel replied.

"Then don't mind if I... if I... c-c-cummmm!!!!" screamed Hannah, becoming high pitched upon her last word. And at that same time came Mel's first orgasm. Together, they both shrieked, convulsed, and fell backwards. They writhed in pure pleasure, knowing nothing but the feeling they were experiencing. After thirty seconds of shaking and squealing, their orgasms finally subsided. They lay on the floor panting.

They both propped themselves up on their elbows, and looked at each other again. They got up all the way, sitting criss-crossed and naked. After a moment of staring at each other again, Mel pounced.

Hannah fell backwards, receiving strong and sensual kisses from her petite friend. She returned the favor, knowing no boundaries to her desire in that moment. Their tongues intertwined and their breasts mashed together. Their nipples touched and poked at each other.

Mel wasted no time, and planted her mouth onto Hannah's teat. Her had dove down to her shaven vagina, and began to re-stimulate the hardly neglected clitoris. 

"Ohhh yes! Go inside of me, baby!"

Mel slid her middle finger into Hannah's pussy with ease. This caused Hannah to gasp and moan louder. As Mel began pumping, Hannah began confessing. "A part of me has always wanted this, baby. I may be a cock vacuum, but I'm a pussy worshipper at heart! Ooohh and I can't - ah! - wait to return the favor!"

Mel's mouth left Hannah's moistened nipples and kissed their way down to the waterfall of Hannah's opening. Immediately, her tongue got to work, swirling around her clit, pushing into her opening. Hannah's screams from before were nothing compared to now. She came quickly, flooding Mel's face with more juices.

Hannah pushed Mel backwards, and she was now on top. She held Mel's wrists to the floor and started grinding on her bare thigh. A trail of Hannah's wetness slid down Mel's thigh and mixed with her own. The smell of sex began to permeate the air of the living room.

"Ooh... Hannah you are so fucking sexy. I wish we had done this earlier."

"Oh yeah, baby. We'll be doing this a lot more. Now what would you like me to do to you?"

"Pleasure me..." breathed Mel.

"Oh but how? There's so many ways." teased Hannah.

"Lick my wet pussy, you naughty girl."

Hannah was kissing her way down Mel's body when the camera ran out of space.

**********

Matt's erection was nearly bursting through his jeans, and Kerry's arousal had reemerged. The Slut was begging for release, but Kerry didn't know how.

"Quite the power you've got, Yanni." said Kerry after a gulped. She looked flustered.

"Very powerful," Matt noted,"but here's the thing... I'm still a virgin."

"Yeah... me too." added Kerry.

"So what?"

"Well I don't want losing my virginity to be a loveless paid gig!" said Matt, firmly. "I think it's a great idea, but I can't do it until I lose my virginity."

"I agree." Kerry said. The Slut may have been gaining power, but The Christian still saw windows of opportunity to peek through. This could be her chance to regain control.

"I understand." said Yanni. "Then I guess that's all we have to talk about."

Kerry unfroze time. The cafeteria of the Science Building came to life once more. "Well if you change your minds or you lose your innocence, you know how to call me." Yanni tapped her head.

"Yeah." Matt stood up. "Well uh... I'm going to go to the movies, you guys see anything interesting lately?"

"No but... you mind if I come along?" asked Kerry. "I haven't been in such a long time."

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" Matt said, smiling. He'd just gained a new friend. They started walking out of the building together.

Yanni watched them leave. "I can't read their minds, but can I...?"

As Matt and Kerry walked out of the building, they each felt the sudden urge to fuck the brains out of anyone.



Three Virgins Ch. 04



(I'm afraid this chapter is going to be a tad low on sexuality. I apologize for that, but I promise good and fruitful adventures in the future.) 

*

"Shit! What just happened to me?"

That was the first thought Kerry had as soon as she walked out of the science building. She had the sudden urge to fuck someone. She'd still never had sex in her life, but she felt that if she didn't get something into her vagina soon, she would burst. That's why she was checking out Matt's body.

Kerry had asked if she could tag along to see a movie with Matt. But now she had something else in mind. "Go ahead, naughty girl. Let him pop your cherry," teased The Slut. Accompanied by that was a strange muffled noise.

For the first time, Kerry felt attracted to a shorter guy. He wasn't short by much, maybe only an inch. Nonetheless, he was in fact a short guy. Kerry was the type who normally developed feelings for men in the 5'10" - 6'4" range. Being 5'7", it seemed like a safe range. Those were The Slut's standards before the incident.

Past his acne, Matt looked like he could be a movie star. At least, that's what the over-zealous sex-machine side of Kerry believed at this point in time.

"Go ahead, splurge."

**********

Matt always thought that Kerry was in fact the hottest girl in the entire school. More accurately, the hottest girl he'd ever met. It wasn't just her looks that made her hot, it was her determination to do all the things that she did. She was so involved. One day she'd be singing a beautiful song, the next she'd be playing the part of a divorced woman dealing with alcoholism. The very next afternoon you could see her on the top of a pyramid of women. She had interests, and that was sexier to Matt than any amount of flirting.

But at the moment, all Matt could think was, "Don't look at her boobs, don't look at her boobs, look at her gorgeous round breasts- NO! Dont' look at her breasts."

He was not quite as surprised at the sudden burst of libido. Sure, he was a virgin, but he was also a guy. The urge to fuck something came at a lot of random times. Now just happened to be a very inconvenient time. He was trying to absorb all the information he had just received when the thought occurred to him, "I bet sex with Kerry would be amazing."

**********

"So what do you want to see?" Matt asked.

"I don't know, what's out?" Kerry asked, still staring at Matt's butt.

"I'm not sure, I haven't been up to date on that. We can play film roulette."

"What's that?"

"Well when you buy a ticket, there's always a theater number for whatever movie. So if we go to a theater with fourteen screens, we pick a number between one and fourteen. Then we walk up to the window and say, 'Two tickets for whatever is in theater blank.' Then we go see that movie." Matt forced himself not to make eye contact so as to avoid accidentally drifting southward on her body.

"Ooh, that sounds adventurous." There was a flirtatious tone in that sentence that Matt was too distracted to notice. "Let's do it." That time, it got Matt's attention.

"What?"

"Film roulette, let's do it." She had noticed her sudden impulsiveness, and corrected it.

"Yeah, good. Great. Let's go."

**********

The number they had picked was 10. They never looked at the title of the movie on the ticket or the marquee. They successfully made it into Theater 10, waiting to be surprised by the movie.

"I wonder why no one's here," Kerry remarked.

"Either it's been out for a while or it sucks eggs," Matt ascertained.

It was the latter. It was another unmemorable horror flick. Needless to say, nobody else showed up by the time it started.

They sat in the very back of the theater, where Matt always sat when he saw a movie. He thought that because he had glasses, it would put more of the screen within his visible line of sight if he sat in the very back. Also there was more leg room.

Kerry had decided to wear her only pair of tight jeans that day. On the walk to the theater, she could feel herself getting remarkably aroused. She was sure that her panties - which had already been previously soaked from the Choir practice that morning - were receiving another flood. When the house lights of the theater went down, she very slyly slid her hand farthest from Matt to her crotch. To her surprise, there was the slightest hint that she was starting to soak through to her jeans. "I must be very hydrated," she thought.

Against all urges, she removed her hand from the area. The trailers had started, and it was dark, but Kerry still absent-mindedly let her auburn eyes trail off to look at Matt's pants. Lucky for her, there was an obvious bulge pointed straight in her direction.

Matt was still trying as hard as he could not to stare at her breasts. She wasn't even wearing anything revealing, but ever since she was that white shirt during the incident, he could hardly get those breasts out of his head for a moment.

The movie began, and the title came up. Now realizing that it was a horror movie, Kerry came close to Matt. "Oh no, I'm no good with horror movies. Sorry but I'm definitely going to be freaking out the whole time."

"Hey, don't worry. I'm here for you," he said with a comforting smile.

"Oh my, what a sexy smile he's got. I wonder how those lips would feel on your pussy." The Slut made it so difficult for Kerry not to jump on him right that second. But that mumbling sound got louder...

The movie began, and lo and behold it was a slasher movie. Matt, being desensitized from watching so many movies, never flinched. Kerry, on the other hand, buried her face in Matt's chest every time a scary part came up, and grabbed his thigh just a touch too close to his fun parts. His erection never died out the entire movie.

About half way through, Matt could hardly stand it any longer. "Okay, keep your cool. You're just going to get this out of your system," he thought to himself. "Maybe we just unzip her jeans a bit." Very slowly and quietly, Matt did just that using only his mind. She didn't notice.

Kerry was trying to think of an idea of her own. "If I can't control him, and I can't freeze him in time, all I can do is change his body. But then he'll know I did it..." Clearly, she could think of nothing. Matt had an advantage over her. 

Matt had just begun to subtly unhook Kerry's bra when a similar thing happened in the movie. The obligatory sex scene had just begun, and a young actress's breasts were bouncing across the screen. Then he formed a new plan. "Well, this isn't very important, so I'm going to grab some popcorn. I'll be right back." And with that, he stood up and left the theater, leaving Kerry all by herself.

Unbeknownst to Matt, however, Kerry slid her hand to her pants to pleasure herself while he was gone. At first, she was surprised to find her jeans unzipped, but she dismissed it as having done it to herself and forgetting. She slid her damp jeans down just a bit and rubbed her now familiar womanhood. In spite of being unable to release herself earlier, she tried again.

"It won't work, sweetie. You'll need his cock in you if you want to cum." urged The Slut. Then the mumbling came, even louder. This time, a few words could be made out. "... don't... it's... have...!" Kerry gave up yet again and pulled her jeans back up. 

Matt had gotten the popcorn as well as an Icee and some napkins. He returned just as the sex scene ended. He returned to his sit, putting the Icee in the upholder between them. This plan was a bit of a long shot, but it was worth a try being that horny.

"Ooohh an Icee!" said Kerry.

"You can have some if you want, I got it large."

"Thanks!" She reached to grab it, and Matt gave her a little more force than she intended, knocking the cup over and spilling the Icee all over his lap and hands.

"Oh fuck that's cold!" He yelled.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. 

"Can you wipe my hands off? I can get the rest after that."

"No, don't worry I'll get it all," she replied frantically. She reached across him to get the napkins, allowing him a tiny glimpse down her shirt. She grabbed the bundle and started to clean his lap first. That's when she realized that this was her chance.

Kerry started to get closer to his crotch where some of the mess was. Not wanting to make more of a mess, Matt kept his hands away, unable to grab the napkins. She tried to seem natural when she started to rub him clean, but slowed down a bit every time her hand went over his erection.

"...please...!" said the voice.

Kerry continued rubbing his jeans with the napkin long after it was clean. She had even cleaned his hands. But he didn't stop her. "Still not all of it," she said, hoping the poor excuse would pass.

Matt couldn't believe that the plan was working. His surprise tripled when she slowed down. She did this because she had reached her breaking point. She could hold it no longer. She stopped, looked into his eyes, and said, "Matt, I want you."

**********

Yanni simply hoped for her plan to work. "Why wouldn't it?" she thought. So she made her move to leave the building to make it to her next class. Then she passed by the Chemistry room, and couldn't help but peer inside. It empty except for... Greg!

She burst into the room. "Alright, what the fuck happened yesterday?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Some weird shit has happened since that explosion. You got away scot-free and you're the only one I couldn't find until just now. It might just be a bad hunch, but it tells me that you know all about it. So if I'm right, spit it out."

"Get lost, weirdo."

She tried to read his mind to gather information, but nothing was there. 

"I know you have something to do with this!"

"Oh, yeah? And what's your evidence?" he inquired.

"I can't read your mind!" she screamed.

After a quiet moment, Greg smiled. It was a big old shit-eating grin that only infuriated Yanni even more. "I see your hair's grown longer since yesterday," he observed.

"Tell me, now."

"How about a trade?"

"What do you mean?"

"You do me a favor and I give you information," Greg said, still holding his ugly grin.

"Whatever, I just want to know what's going on," Yanni said, calming down a bit.

"I don't know, you might not be up to the task."

That set her off again, but she tried to contain it this time. "There's nothing I can't do."

"Take off all your clothes."

Then it all came rushing back. The trauma from yesterday's experience, the years of being teased and being called The Flat Stick in high school. On a normal day, she would have simply left and never looked back, challenged or not. But there would be no more normal days for her. With her newfound powers, almost all of that insecurity was gone.

"Deal." She removed her articles of clothing one by one. Greg had sort of hoped for some excitement from her part, but understandably none of it came. He gazed upon her skinny figure. Her breasts, although very small, were proportional to her twig-like body. Her new hair did lower the severity of her frame, but did not change it. Being unshaved and malnourished (but only by looks, not in actuality), she was by no means a very attractive girl.

"Now let me fuck you," Greg said excitedly.

"No way, pig."

"Fine. Worth a shot."

"Are you going to talk or not?" she asked, her arms crossed.

"I'm performing a bit of an unorthodox experiment. I didn't want to make it public so I just sort of chose the three of you on the spot."

"You know I can sue your ass for this, right?"

"I'm not finished. I'm testing the three of you just for a month, then you can go back to your normal lives."

"What are you trying to find out?"

"If I tell you, the data might be at risk."

"Oh fuck off!" Yanni yelled. "If I could use any of my powers on you... why can't I do that by the way?"

"Instead of giving you the long and painful explanation, let's just say I have some potions that more or less work."

"How is any of this possible?"

"It's not, Yanni. But I found a way."

**********

Time had frozen without Greg and Yanni's knowledge. Back at the theater, Matt and Kerry were on the floor completely naked. Matt was positioning his cock blindly against Kerry's entrance, not thinking for a second. Kerry awaited the blissful moment.

"Oh at last! The moment I've been waiting for all your life! Let him take you, sweetie, let him do all that he desires! Let him throw you around like a rag doll! Let him-" The Slut was interrupted by the mumbling voice. 

"NOOO!!!" Screamed The Christian. "Darling this isn't you! You have to fight this! Please! Remember your mother!"

That was all it took. Kerry pushed Matt away, much to his disappointment. Why did she do this, you ask? The answer is simple.

Helen Donahue was a very young girl when she was raped by several men. On the very day of her eighteenth birthday, her "loving" boyfriend drugged her and let his and her friends abuse her. The amount of men Helen took that day she'll never know, nor will she want to. All she does know is that one of the bastards got her pregnant. She told Kerry once she had turned eighteen after raising her to be a god-fearing woman. That is what The Christian reminded her of.

"What's the matter?" asked Matt.

"I can't do it, I'm sorry. I have to go." She gathered her clothes quickly and left. Matt instantly lost his arousal. That left him with only his true emotions. He was worried about Kerry. He was worried about what would happen next. He was worried that he wasn't in control any more than he was before the accident. Most of all, he was worried that his life was about to take a turn for the worse.

**********

Kerry lay in bed that night, contemplating her virginity. She had stopped listening to both The Slut and The Christian, who were bickering non-stop. The decision was hers to make, and she wanted to make it with her own thoughts. There was the side of her that truly did want nothing more than sex all day every day. But there was also the side of her that never wanted to experience what her mother had. Rape.

Kerry didn't know something that Yanni knew. It was a little piece of information that would lead to the thought Kerry was about to have. 

Kerry, supposedly of sound mind, told herself, "It's not rape if I say yes."



Three Virgins Ch. 05



"You'll become completely dependent on sex," said Greg.

Yanni had found Greg in the Chemistry Lab and demanded an explanation. Still standing in front of him totally naked, she dropped her arms in surprise. "That's what the explosion did?" she asked.

"That's right. The more sexual activity you have, the faster you'll lose your inhibitions."

"How do you know?"

"That's the theory. Besides, you're a little wet."

Yanni realized that he was right. She didn't mind being totally naked, and it turned her on. That's precisely why she didn't bother to cover up. But she did want to get the hell away from Greg.

"I think I'm going to leave." she said.

"Go ahead. I'll see you in a month." 

She gathered her clothes, although not very quickly. She neglected to put her panties back on, and in fact left them in the lab. Greg was pleasantly surprised when he noticed it a few minutes later.

**********

Matt was so very disappointed in himself. He hadn't been able to hold back his desire for Kerry even a little bit. He felt disgusted with himself. As much as he wanted to be alone, he also didn't want to be stuck with his now cursed mind, and he definitely needed to get rid of his throbbing erection. So he dialed the numbers to meet back up with Lara.

"Hey, sorry about earlier. Do you think you could come to my apartment?"

About twenty minutes later, she arrived. Matt tried to clean up as best as he could. It was almost the definition of a pigsty. He wouldn't be surprised if one day pigs did move in with him. The worst part was that the place itself wasn't all that bad. It's what Matt did with it. After three years of neglecting it, it looked like a very unorganized bomb shelter.

Luckily, she didn't seem to mind. "This is a pretty nice place. Good size."

"Sorry for the mess."

"It's okay, my place isn't any better." 

"Listen, I don't mean to be forward, but uh..."

"What is it?"

"I really need a blow job," Matt blurted.

"I guess it's time I give you some lessons, anyhow," she replied, a sly smirk on her face.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Maybe no lessons today, but I just really need to get off."

Lara walked towards him seductively, and leaned into him, placing her hands on his chest. "You've got to give to get, mister. I can't do the work every time."

"N-no! I know that! I know I sound kind of selfish right now but... I mean... it's just that-"

"I understand," she interrupted. Lara tilted her head up and bit Matt's lip, attempting to calm him down by setting a sensual mood. Matt did calm down, but he couldn't help but notice that she was back to who she was yesterday. At lunch she had been a rambling, nonsensical, nutcase. All he could deduce was that excitement in any way shape or form kept a lid on her attention.

Lara continued to kiss him until she was sure that he was no longer nervous. At that point, she pushed him back onto the junk-covered couch and mounted him, now kissing him vigorously. If there was one thing she new about being sexy, it was to have fun. Her last boyfriend had told her that the problem with porn was that they didn't have the excitement a truly aroused person would exhibit. From that point on, she vowed to always have fun with sex. Naturally, Matt enjoyed that about her very much.

Lara grinded on him as their tongues wrestled. Matt just kept his hands on her obliques, enjoying the shape of her body. "You're so innocent, Matt, why don't you explore me a little more?"

"I would love to some other time, but right now I really need to cum," he urged.

"Say please," she cooed.

"Don't do that to me, I really, really need to get off right now."

"Say please or my lips stay shut."

"Please, oh please, make me cum."

"Did you masturbate today?" she asked with some seriousness.

"Not at all," Matt groaned.

"Shit, this is serious."

Lara quickly dismounted and unbuttoned Matt's pants. He slid them off, and his diamond-hard erection flew into the open air, nearly smacking Lara's nose. She wasted no time, and started to lubricate his shaft with her saliva. This time, she didn't bother paying any attention to herself. Her reaction, while meant to be somewhat kidding, was also somewhat sincere. She'd had plenty of times like this, and didn't want him to suffer too much. So she cut the teasing and enveloped his cock in her warm mouth. 

Matt enjoyed the experience even more than the first, mostly because he was monumentally more aroused thanks to Yanni (although he didn't know it was her fault). In the very back of his mind, he still felt like a pig for needing release so badly, but again, that was the very back of his mind. The front was focused on the masterful fellatio being performed. 

Lara's hand stroked his shaft at the same pace that her tongue flicked over his tip. It was a method that would cause him to get close to the edge quicker, but if exercised too long would make for a weak orgasm. She aimed to please, so that wasn't what she had in mind. Although she was not as turned on as she was yesterday, her pride wouldn't let her disappoint. Matt's moaning and occasional twitching was a good sign, and inspired her to work harder, faster, and better.

Ten minutes had passed, and Matt had managed to expel Kerry from his mind for the time being. Just when it had been accomplished, Kerry tried something new, something neither of them had experienced. She felt so desperate to give him release that she moved her mouth down to his sac and started to lick. The strange sensation pushed Matt closer to the edge, and excited Lara even more. If she had known the power it would have, then she would have put her mouth back to his cock sooner.

Matt moaned loudly, and his semen erupted out, flying several centimeters into the air, and then landing in Lara's pink hair, on her large glasses, on her right cheek, and a little drop in her right ear. She let go of his scrotum and sighed contently with Matt. With his powers, he levitated his semen into the air, and Lara swallowed each drop as if she were performing in space.

His psyche was back to normal. Kerry was just any old hot girl, and his desire to have Shelby was back at the top of his priority list. Not to mention he'd just had a great blow job from Lara, so his opinion of her had only increased.

"Thanks, sorry I had to be so abrupt about that."

"It was my pleasure. But next time, I'm getting something in return, Mr. Higgins."

"Absolutely. I owe you."

"I can't wait."

But even as he watched Lara walked out, Matt knew that she wouldn't be the next woman he'd see in that position. After a few minutes, Matt left his apartment and made his way over to the psychology lab at the college, where he knew that Shelby Walker would be getting out of a lecture very soon.

He was there waiting when she came out. "Oh, hey Matt," she said uncomfortably. She still felt awkward about their conversation yesterday. "I hope he doesn't start begging," she thought. Unbeknownst to her, Matt could hear this.

"Listen, I'm not going to beg, I just want you to give me a chance," he said as coolly as he could.

"Matt, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested in you like that," she said with somewhat of a desperate tone. However subtle it was, the tone did concern Matt. He searched her mind, and found that she had been in an argument with Phil, her very close friend, who was attempting to sleep with her. Then he dug deeper to find the solution.

"I know that. But all I'm asking is one chance. I'm very trustworthy, I can show you a fun night. Let's go... ice skating. How about that? We'll go get some rocky road ice cream, and if we're lucky we an watch the sunset. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

"The perfect date..." she thought. Even if one of her pets had died that day, she would never be able to turn that down. There were plenty of worse guys she could go on that date with, so she thought it was worth a shot. When she thought about it, it was a mild, calm date with a mild, calm guy. Logically, that's the perfect way to have the date she always wanted. No more monster truck shows, no more dinner and a movie, just plain things with one plain person that could turn into that one special guy.

"Okay. But don't get your hopes up," she said with a smile she failed to hide.

"Let's go right now."

"What?"

"Why not? You don't have any more classes today, do you?"

"Well, no..."

"Then let's go," he concluded, offering Shelby his arm.

"Who are you and what have you done with Matt?" she thought. Her smile was too big to conceal, and so she took Matt's arm and the two started walking. Matt had discovered the three things that Shelby wanted in her ideal man: spontaneity, good ears, and sexual innocence. "If I teach a new guy, I get what I want." 

But she didn't know it would be Matt.

**********

"It doesn't matter if it's not rape, she can't have intercourse until marriage!" The Christian screamed.

"Listen to yourself, it's called sex. Better yet, fucking. Use one of those and then we'll talk." The Slut was not pleased with her alter ego.

"I won't stoop to your brutish terms. Kerrigan is a smart, lovely, and respectable girl, and I won't let you ruin that."

"Her name is Kerry, you preppy bitch. Why don't you just let her live freely? She's much happier with my way of life."

"She'd be much happier if she would just get on her knees and pray for forgiveness."

"She'd be much happier if she would just get on her knees and suck a nice juicy cock."

"Ugh! You sicken me! How you ever came to be a part of her I will never know."

"There's someone like me in everyone. The better question is why won't you shut your fucking mouth and let her open hers? She's waking up."

Kerry had gone back to her dorm to take a nap. She'd been thinking about losing her virginity, but the conflict was overwhelming, and she went to sleep for a few hours. She awoke to the smell of grilled cheese, and found that Dana was back from her classes, eating and watching television.

"Oh, hey Kerr, want some sandwiches?" Dana asked.

"Uhh, sure, thanks," Kerry replied.

Kerry grabbed one and took a bite. Suddenly, the war started again.

"She can't live her whole life in fear!" The Slut argued.

"She must, or she risks losing everything and getting eternal damnation!" The Christian rebutted.

Kerry sat down with Dana on the couch.

"Look, we're not getting anywhere talking to each other. Why don't we let her ask Dana?" The Slut suggested.

"That's a wonderful idea. Dana is a delightful and upstanding young lady." The Christian said.

"Hey, Dana? Can I ask you for some advice?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, um, there's this guy I met, and-"

"You wanna fuck him?"

"Umm..."

"And you're a virgin?"

"Well-"

"But there's something holding you back besides the fact that you're a virgin so you're having a great internal conflict over whether to fuck him or anybody for that matter?"

"Yes," Kerry said blankly, not registering the feat that Dana had just performed.

"Well if you want my advice..."

The Slut and The Christian eagerly awaited the answer.

"You're going to go on and do great things with your life, I can tell. So you'll have to be a good girl when that time comes." The Christian was ready to cheer in triumph, but Dana was not finished talking. "So get it all out of your system now. Fuck this guy's brains out. Hell, go fuck as many guys as you want. Hell, get in a big orgy. Film it, send it to one of those college porn sites, get some money for it. Just go crazy now and be good later."

"Oh, um, okay."

"And as for whatever else it holding you back, just have the resources to prevent what you're afraid might happen. If there's such a big internal conflict, you clearly want to really badly. So just let yourself go and be safe at the same time."

"I guess that makes sense," Kerry said, a little more confidence in her voice.

"I bet you also want to make sure you're good for him," Dana said, taking another bite of her sandwich. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Kerryyy I didn't know you did hook ups." Kerry blushed and looked away from her roommate. "Sorry, I won't embarrass you. Well, do you give head?" Kerry nodded. "Don't be so shy, girl! You're going to have to practice so that when you give it up to him it's the best he's ever had. Since he's not your boyfriend I guess you don't have to worry about being faithful, so you can practice on other guys."

"But how will I know if I'm doing it right?"

"Hmm... I guess I could give you tips. But for that to happen you would have to..."

"Have to what?"

"Kerr, you wanna have a threesome tonight?"

**********

Yanni went over what Greg had told her. At first she thought he was just playing with her head, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it might be true. Ever since she had stripped naked in front of him, she'd been wet. Yanni had never truly been turned on until that day, but there it was, happening to her under such strange and peculiar circumstances. 

Yanni went home and found Mel on the phone with someone. "...and I can't wait for more. Oh, hey Yanni!" Mel seemed happier than ever. It was almost as if she had forgotten about Yanni walking in on her masturbating completely. She was too happy with her first, second, third, and fourth orgasms from the day before. 

"Hey Mel," Yanni breathed.

"What's wrong? You sound down."

"Just a little weirded out, that's all."

"You're sure it's nothing big?"

"Don't worry about it, Mel."

"Okay, Well, thanks for your advice yesterday, I think it's going to work out just fine. I might try it soon."

Something possessed Yanni to compel Mel into sex once again. "Why don't you do it tonight?"

"Tonight? That's a little short notice, I mean who would I... Hannah, do you want to come over tonight?"

Mel smiled and mouthed "thank you" to Yanni. But unbeknownst to her, Yanni had a very different plan in mind.

**********

"Obviously, I won't let you fuck him. If you did that I'd have to kill you. I'm just going to teach you how to suck cock the right way. If you do that right, your guy will be happy even if you're bad at sex," Dana spouted.

Once again, The Christian had been silenced. So Dana and Kerry were both wearing sexy black-laced lingerie that they had gone out to buy, awaiting the arrival of Guy, Dana's boyfriend. "I don't think that's all she's got in mind. Find out what she's really thinking, sweetie." The Slut demanded.

With a little seeking, Kerry found her roommate's thoughts. "I wonder what Kerry looks like with a penis in her mouth? She's so uptight, I'd love to see her loosen up. I wonder what she looks like orgasming. I wonder how well she kisses. Oh, I bet Guy would love to see that."

Kerry was wet already because of today's continuous disappointments. This just made her more excited, and she couldn't wait until Guy arrived so she could practice her dick sucking, and maybe get a little more from Dana. Then it occurred to her that she had never known about this side of Dana. She seemed so low-energy most of the time, very unmotivated and lacking confidence. Kerry had at least fixed her insecurity about her breasts this morning, but she still self-deprecated about everything else.

"Sex brings changes in people, more often than not for the better," explained The Slut, "so just let go and find true bliss."

Even with all the positive feedback she was receiving, Kerry still felt nervous. The bravado she had from earlier was gone, now replaced with the fear instilled by The Christian. But she knew she had to get it done sometime, and it might as well be soon.

"You're sure that you're okay with this?"

"Absolutely. You've helped me out so many times before with homework and finals, I would be so happy to finally return the favor. Besides, I have to keep Guy hooked on me somehow. I guess giving him a little bit of someone else should satisfy any urge he has to cheat," Dana replied in earnest. 

"Okay, but if you're not comfortable at any point, let me know, okay?"

"I probably won't, but if I need to I will. I promise."

"Okay. I just don't want this to change our friendship or anything."

"Stop worrying so much, Kerr. I was so surprised that you wanted to do this because you're always so uptight. Just calm down, relax, and soon you and I will have a plentiful helping of cum to swallow. We haven't had sex in a while, so he should e very... prepared." This last word she spoke with a bit more zest, and gave a sexy wink to Kerry. Just then, a knock on the door. "Here he is, quick go to your room."

Kerry went to her room for a moment, but then used her powers to make herself invisible to the two of them. She felt more comfortable already being there. Dana scurried to the door and turned to put her ear up to the door. "Put your blindfold on!" she said. 

Through the door, Kerry heard the muffled voice of Guy. "Okay it's on. Now unlock the door, babe." 

Just his voice sounded sexier than Kerry had ever heard it before. Perhaps The Slut was right, Kerry thought. Perhaps sex really does change a person. Now that Kerry knew she would be enjoying his company far more than ever before, his level of attraction had increased tenfold. She felt almost as strongly as earlier that day, walking out of the science building.

Dana unlocked the door and Guy entered the room, blindfold secured tightly to his face. His T-shirt clung to his body tightly, accentuating his football given muscles. Kerry had watched him run as wide receiver in the football games, focusing more on his talents as an athlete than as a man. Seeing him now, there was nobody else in the world than him and Dana. She looked remarkably sexy in her matching lingerie, leading her boyfriend into the dorm to engage in... the obvious at this point.

"Babe, seriously, what's going on?"

She pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhh. No words for little bit. Just enjoy."

With that, getting right to the point, a trait that Kerry would not soon forget, Guy's pants came off, exposing his manscaped lower half. Just standing, his muscles were flexed to a look like granite. The only other man Kerry had seen like this was Patrick from earlier that morning, and in comparison, Guy was Greek. So she stood there, invisible to their eyes, and watched Dana's inner slut do her work. 

Kerry removed her perception block and kneeled down next to Dana. She slowly jerked her man's member as she turned to Kerry and smiled. She winked, and made way for Kerry's entrance. Earlier that morning, Kerry had hardly paid attention to what she was doing. After The Christian started fighting back, she felt afraid to get back into this groove. But now, taking hold of this smooth, practically chiseled phallus, she was ready to learn, and better yet, she thought she might even be ready to fuck.

**********

Hannah and Mel had been upstairs for about twenty minutes when the pizza guy came. Yanni made some excuse about the money being upstairs, so the guy was left standing there awkwardly while the girls finished getting dressed for the occasion. "Now go down there and get frisky," Yanni encouraged. Hannah was much more excited that Mel, having been greatly experienced in the art of bisexuality. Dressed in her usual slutty outfit, she had created a similar costume for Mel. Their shorts were down to the bottom of their pelvises, the cut of their shirts fully exposing their sternums, and their eye shadow matching the weight of a newborn child.

The pizza guy was very surprised to see the two of them walking downstairs. "Oh, h-hey," he stammered. 

"She'll be down with the money in a minute," Mel told him. That was the last of it that Yanni saw for the next couple of minutes while she retreated to her room and contemplated what she was about to do. Something about what Greg told her had instigated a part of her she had never known. She took so much pleasure in watching her sister squirm from passion, but had not felt any of it herself. Until now. 




Three Virgins Ch. 05



Yanni sat there for quite some time thinking about what she was doing, and her ambivalence kept her motionless. "It's just sex, what's the big deal about it?" But just a few moments later it was, "I'm never going to get the experience again, do I want it to be empty and emotionless?" When she finally moved her gaze from the door, the first thing she saw was her class photo from high school. She picked herself out and saw how big her smile was. Then she noticed that there was an attractive looking boy standing next to her, and his smile wasn't so sincere. Whether it was because of her or not, she took it that way. 

Yanni stormed downstairs and found Mel on top of Hannah, the pizza boy with his cock out, jerking it slowly. He took notice, and stuffed it back into his pants. "Oh, I'm really sorry!" he stammered. 

"Keep it out," she demanded. So he did. With each step Yanni took down the stairs, the more horny the boy became, and the less horny the girls became. Half way down, she altered their perceptions and left them alone in the house, even removing their memory of the pizza boy. She didn't know she could do it, but the possession that overtook her demanded it. 

Yanni hardly noticed Hannah and Mel leave the room. The pizza boy saw her differently with each step. She went from The Walking Stick to Marilyn Monroe in just a dozen strides. She got extremely close to him, and his erection nearly poked her stomach. She leaned up a little bit, getting seductively close to his face. Suddenly, she grabbed his hard on and said, "I'll take it from here."

**********

Matt's first date with Shelby had gone well. As a matter of fact, it had gone extremely well. It started off like she had expected, but got extremely exciting when Matt started acting more impulsively. Without wasting time on detail, the date can be summed up like this: ice skating, dance competition, ice cream, sunset, Irish pub fight, public dares, and a few beers.

One thing led to another, and they were in the back of Shelby's car, making out. As it turned out, Matt was a natural when it came to kissing. She had her legs wrapped around him tightly just from the shear pleasure brought on by his lips.

Matt, on the other hand, didn't notice her ineptitude at the art of kissing. He was too overwhelmed by the fact that he was making out with the girl of his dreams after being rejected by her the day before. He had gotten her to look past his pale exterior and find his capabilities of being a new, exciting, and different guy. He had to thank Lara, Greg, and especially Kerry. They all gave him the confidence (and the mind powers).

Up to that point, he had forgotten his intention to seduce her. When he saw her, it became all about impressing her. Now that he had succeeded, he was doing his best to turn her on and please her. He had no idea he was doing a good job until she pulled out a condom. He stared at it for a moment as she smirked knowingly. The rumors were true. Not only that, but she had forgotten all about Phil. So when it finally hit him that she intended to have sex with him, he grabbed the condom and opened it up.

**********

The three of them had no idea that the others were in similar predicaments. All at the same time, they found themselves about to lose their virginities. They didn't know what had possessed them to pursue it so, but it had.

Kerry had been performing her second blow job for quite some time, and Dana had been giving her tips. When she noticed that Guy had den enjoying her blow job much more than Dana's, Kerry jumped on the opportunity. She took a break and pounced onto Dana, kissing and licking her all over. Dana hadn't seen it coming, but did not object in the slightest. Dana tried to return the favor, but Kerry was far more concerned with her roommate's pleasure. Her hand dove down to the gorgeous girl's pussy, and went spelunking. Guy was just watching in amazement. Before long, Dana was orgasming. Immediately, Kerry kept the orgasm riding. Dana laid their writhing on the floor relentlessly, and would stay that way for several minutes, so self absorbed in the amazing pleasure that she would not notice Kerry pouncing on her boyfriend.

*

Yanni was grinding on the anonymous pizza boy, making herself as sexy as she could. Not only that, but she was a dirty talker. "You like how I feel on your cock? You want to put it inside me I bet you want to fuck me hard." The sound of cartoons from the living room was unheard to either of them. The boy could only nod in response to her, but she sought to make him plead. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"You can do better than that, baby. Tell me how desperately you want to be inside me."

But he was too surprised. "I really want you." She chuckled a little, and then used her mind to force it out of him. "I want to feel your wet pussy on my rock hard cock. I want to fuck you until you scream and then fuck you some more."

"Then make it happen," she teased.

*

Shelby struggled to strip in the cramped 2004 Pontiac where she was about to unknowingly take Matt's virginity. She stripped herself first, and Matt caressed every inch of her sensually. He may have been a horny nerd, but he had a sentimental side. That's what she was beginning to love about him, but it only made her hornier. When they were both naked, she tried as hard as she could to shove his cock inside of her, but he stopped her to put the condom on. Unfortunately for her, he was having trouble.

*

Although The Christian no longer had a say in the matter, Kerry couldn't completely abandon her religious values. She rubbed her breasts in Guy's face and demanded, "Now get me a condom, big boy," but found it very difficult to get off of him to let him retrieve it. While he did, she kept herself wet for his return. But when he did, his erection had died down a little bit from walking around. 

*

9:02 p.m. is when the first one was no longer a virgin. There was a boy who had thought about nothing but sex for his entire high school career, a girl who had become painfully sexually repressed, but it was the girl who expected to die alone that become the first of them. At 9:02 p.m. that day, Yanni had sex for the first time.

She hadn't wasted time on a condom, just let the boy ease himself into her on the floor of her parent's house. She lowered herself slowly, feeling the pain of her hymen stretching out. But her passion thought well, and she numbed her own pain. Her mind knew she had become a goddess, but her heart only wanted sex, and that's what the two parts of her collaborated on.

She let the stranger's penis dip into her womanly temple, and sealed the deal forever. And it felt good. The sex that ensued was bittersweet for the boy. It was such a surprise, and it was the best sex he'd had. Unfortunately, it was the best sex he would ever have. 

As she bounced up and down on her first cock, she could feel the desire pumping through him. It was all she needed to know that it wasn't a mistake to do this. She felt so renewed, so confident. In fact, she felt that she wanted the world to know. But the closest people would be just fine. She removed the perception block from Hannah and her sister. As soon as that happened, the two heard Yanni's porn-like moaning. They walked to the front room and saw what was happening.

"Oh my god, Yanni, what are you doing? Who is that?"

"I don't- uh... know- oh god! But I'm fucking him. Mel, I'm fucking him!"

"Is your whole family like this baby?" Hannah couldn't believe it either. But she knew that she loved it. "Fuck him harder!" She did. "Harder!" She bounced with extreme excitement. "Harder, bitch!"

"OHHHH!!!"

*

Kerry was the second. She got it just two minutes later. She didn't have to suck for much longer before Guy's penis was back to full mast. The Slut dictated her actions well. "Put the condom on with your mouth." She did. "Now point your ass to him and let him get you from behind." She did.

"Fuck me," Kerry ordered. Evidently, Guy hadn't gotten the memo not to fuck Kerry. But it didn't matter, because Kerry had pushed his mind to ignore his constantly moaning girlfriend, who was still squirming on the floor like nothing else.

Dana's moaning turned Kerry on just a little more than Guy's muscles. In response, she wiggled her ass to entice Guy. "That's good, sweetie. Let him know how much you want it," The Slut praised. 

Guy finally positioned himself behind Kerry and placed his member at Kerry's entrance. He didn't figure out that she was a virgin until he had trouble fitting into her. So he warmed her up a little more with his hand as he prodded her. Eventually, he was able to get in, and eased in, feeling her hymen rip open. The blood was not plentiful, and it did not phase Guy. He simply wiped it away with a nearby tissue and performed as gently as he could.

Kerry could hardly believe what she had done. She wasn't the only one who screamed from pain. The Christian had been screaming all along, but all that got through was a bloodcurdling scream, and then silence. The screaming ended, and Kerry adjusted to the feeling of what seemed like a perfect cock sliding in and out of her rhythmically. It was more that she had hoped for, and she knew that once the pain ended, it could only get better. As she moaned both in pleasure and pain, she remembered the joy she took in tasting cum, and decided that she wanted it right that moment.

Kerry started to move back onto him, matching his rhythm. Although ti was uncomfortable, he gave positive audible response, prompting her to continue her efforts. She couldn't manage to perform better than Dana, but The slut consoled that thought with, "Practice makes perfect."

"Ohh,,, cum for me!" Kerry shouted. "Cum for me, please!" And lucky for her, that was all Guy needed.

He started to groan as he came, and Kerry quickly removed him from her and pulled off his condom, catching his plentiful load almost completely in her mouth, just a few drops landing on her chin. She did not swallow however. She finally ended Dana's orgasm, and she started to calm down and end her exhaustive writhing. Kerry crawled over and let the cum drip into Dana's mouth, who was under the impression that she had acquired it by means of oral sex. Dana, with effort, raised herself to give Guy's seed back to Kerry via French kiss. Guy watched as their tongues intertwined. They were all done for the night. But Kerry was now sure that she wouldn't be done forever.

*

Matt wasted no time. Just one minute after Kerry received her present, Matt mounted Shelby Walker and slipped his virgin manhood into her with ease. Not only was she experienced, she got extremely wet. She had a more effective lubricant than the condom, but the mixture of her juices as well as the lube of the condom gave Matt easy access. 

When he was in, he refrained from following his nerdy instincts and thrusting powerfully. Instead, he took a moment to look into Shelby's eyes and kiss her. But once that was over, he rammed her like the attackers of a medieval war trying to break through the castle gates. His sudden inspiration pleased Shelby very much, her body rocked back and forth, and she praised him. "Ohh... Oh Matt I had no idea you were so talented!"

So he fucked her faster. The car started to shake, and some of the parts could be heard creaking. She moaned louder. "Don't stop! Oh, don't stop!" So he fucked her faster. "Oh my- ohh!!!"

Only fifteen seconds of this speed had passed by when Shelby proclaimed, "Matt... Matt you're hurting me." But he did not falter. In the midst of her pain, Shelby came, and the contractions of her vagina squeezed out Matt's orgasm, which intensified her own. At last, when both of their climaxes reached the denouement, Matt gradually slowed down. 

"I'm sorry, I should have stopped," he apologized.

"No, I liked it," she breathed. They both smiled, and then kissed. 

Matt's dream had finally come true. Now he just needed to figure out what to do next. That's when he remembered what Yanni had offered, and what he had told her. Now he was ready to go to work. He would soon find out that Kerry was ready as well. 

They were about to come into a significant mount of money, but at a cost.



Three Virgins Ch. 06



"Meet me under the bleachers after practice," said Kerry Donahue.

More accurately, The Slut said that, using a wink and a demeanor never seen in Kerry before. She was still a little sore after last night's deflowering, but her libido had not waivered. The Slut's power was increasing, and it was starting to conquer the majority of Kerry's decisions. Now she had convinced her to flirt with a football player and have some fun with him, a blatant violation of the rules for all cheerleaders.

The lucky recipient of this flirtation was Mickey Morris, the wide receiver. Perhaps the world's most bland athlete, he had no traits to attract girls other than his body. Lucky for him, Kerry wanted a guy with a bigger build today. She'd gotten muscles last night, but now she wanted BIG muscles.

Kerry did her cheers with the other girls, doing her best to keep her eyes on Mickey for whenever he looked over. At the top of the pyramid, she stuck her chest out a little and winked at him again before falling and landing safely in the male cheerleaders' arms. Kerry had never done better work than she was doing that day.

Juniper happened to be running around the track at this point, unbeknownst to Kerry. Her daily workout routine involved six miles around the track, and miscellaneous exercises such as stair sprints, sit-ups, oblique stretches, and her personal favorite, posterior deltoid composition. By the time she was done, cheer practice had ended, and she looked around for Kerry, but saw her nowhere. She decided to just head back to her dorm and prepare for her classes that day.

Coincidentally Juni's route back to her sorority house involved taking a short cut behind the bleachers. She walked on, dabbing the sweat off her forehead with her towel. Suddenly she heard faint noises coming from up ahead, sounds that she originally thought were gasps of fear. But going on to investigate, she discovered that they were gasps of passion coming from her good friend Kerry Donahue, who was having her bare cunt sucked by Mickey Morris.

Her legs spread and her eyes closed, Kerry looked like she was auditioning for porn. If she were, she would have been hired. Needless to say, Juni was very surprised. She simply stood there, frozen, staring at the erotic scene before her. When Kerry finally opened her eyes, seeing a sweaty, red-faced, blushing Juniper before her, all she had in mind was having a second guy with her there. It didn't totally register that Juniper was really there, but just enough to cause a problem.

Kerry hadn't seen Mickey's cock yet, but she was envisioning both his and another of a made up man, one slimmer than he. They both had great muscles, but had very different sets of manhood. The mystery man was a brunette, had a somewhat longer jaw, longer neck, and very long abs protruding from his stomach down to his groin.     

When she opened her eyes again, Juni was gone. She wouldn't be seen again for the rest of the day.

"Kerry, you there?" Yanni transmitted, a new and more confident tone accompanying her inner voice.

"Who is this? I'm a little busy," Kerry replied, too occupied to realize that it could really only be one person.

"It's Yanni, I need to see you and Matt right away. What's your schedule like for the rest of the day?" Yanni urged.

"Not much, but I do have Psych today. Listen; can I finish up what I'm doing? This is amazing and I'm trying to enjoy it." Kerry truly meant that; it wasn't just The Slut speaking for her. There now sat a true enjoyment for the art of pleasure.

"Whatever just meet be at the Science Building at 3:00," Yanni pressed.

Very annoyed that someone was still interrupting her fun, she quipped,"Yeah, whatever."

The last time she'd seen Yanni, Kerry was a virgin. Now that things had changed, she had a strong idea of what the conversation would be about. But she was going to be strong and hold her own, and no matter what, she would not give in to-

"Oh god that's fucking great!" she screamed as she experienced another orgasm. In seven minutes she had finished having sex for the second time.

**********

Matt was sitting in his Historical Statistics class when Yanni contacted him. He had fallen asleep in the car with Shelby, and when he woke up, he was already late. Fortunately, the teacher was too. But he sat there looking like a homeless man, bed-head, reeking of sex. The whole time, he had a big smile on his face from the remnants of the euphoria of the night before.

"Mr. Higgins, is there something you deem funny enough to ignore this lecture?" asked Mrs. Frange, the professor.

"No ma'am," he said, wiping the smirk off of his face.

"See that you pay attention more thoroughly," she replied.

As usual, everyone laughed at Matt's general ineptitude. Normally he would withdraw and spend the rest of class sulking and doing his best to pay attention. But today he decided to fight back, although his imagination hadn't expanded yet.

There was forty-five minutes left in the class period, and he was going to take his time accomplishing his goal as discretely as possible. He started with the ringleader bitch of the class, whose name he didn't know. She wasn't the most attractive magnet in the physics lab, but she sure knew how to draw a crowd. There was nothing in particular that she had done yet that day, but it was only a matter of time, so Matt wanted to cut her off at the pass.

The bitch sat four rows behind him, and feeling her out with his juvenile power, he undid her belt over the course of ten minutes, taking great care not to make any sudden movements. It wouldn't be much, but his thoughts were that the bigger they talk the harsher they will be talked about.

The second victim was obviously Mrs. Frange. She did not wear a belt, but she did wear her hair in a tight bun. All he had to do was locate the scissors on her desk.

The third victim was a bit of a surprise. He decided to go for the shyest girl in the whole class, Brianna. It didn't matter to him that she would be embarrassed beyond comprehension, he just wanted to see the little hard body she was hiding under her conservative little outfit. It required just a little more effort, but he was able to splinter her chair and hook her clothes onto it.

Matt turned the lights off and did his best to stay absolutely still while he lifted the scissors and cut Frange's hair. When the lights came back on, she was on the floor, dazed and confused. The bitch from the back stood up and her skirt slipped off, exposing her very revealing thong. With a little effort, he gave Brianna the sensation of a spider crawling across her skin. Naturally, she freaked out and stood up abruptly, ripping her cardigan and her undershirt off of her, leaving only her bra on her chest.

The room turned to uproar of both laughter and gasps. The bitch was struggling to find where her belt had gone, and Brianna had simply disappeared. Frange, still uncertain what exactly had happened, attempted to regain control, only to fail miserably. Matt was laughing to himself when...

"Matt, this is Yanni. I need you to meet me at the Science Building at 3:00. It's very important."

Matt sighed and transmitted,"Yeah, no problem. But I need to be at another class at 4:00, will it take long?"

"I don't think so. If it goes long we'll just have Kerry do her thing." Yanni insinuated her time freezing skill, but it didn't occur to Matt until long after the conversation ended.

"Sounds good, see you then," Matt confirmed.

Matt lost his enjoyment of his situation as soon as he heard Yanni's voice. It's not that he had any problem with her, but the last time he saw her he got very negative vibes coming from her.

**********

Yanni was late. She'd spent the morning learning the ropes for cosmetics. She used a curling iron for the first time, and Mel gave her the rundown on mascara and blush. The old Yanni would never have given in to the American standards of beauty, but the new Yanni had no qualms with objectification.

Luckily for her, Hannah was willing to let her take some of her less revealing clothes after deciding they weren't provocative enough for her. However, by Hannah's standards, the clothes she meant were sluttier than anything Yanni had ever owned. Even so, when she tried them on for the first time, she fell in love with the style. Still, she knew that her body wasn't right for it.

She looked unrecognizable as Kerry arrived. She walked in expecting a frumpy-frizzy stick of a girl, but what she saw was a French model. She sat in a chair with her feet up on the empty table as she read a fashion magazine. Kerry didn't find her body very attractive, but rather the demeanor in which she displayed it. She just stood out of Yanni's line of sight for a few moments, taking in the sexy vibe she got from fifty feet away.

As she stood, Matt entered the building wearing brand new clothes. In the hours since Yanni had contacted him, he went out to buy clothes that didn't make him look like a shut-in. He bought a plain white t-shirt and picked a crisp autumn flannel that he rolled the sleeves up with and left unbuttoned. He bought cheap but good-looking jeans that were just tight enough to accentuate his legs but not so tight to look emo. He styled his hair to look wind-swept, and bought some expensive deodorant for the first time. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought, "If I were gay and another guy, yes sir."

Kerry stared at Yanni until she saw Matt walk in. Her eyes detached from Yanni and glued to Matt, who walked with a new glide that exuded masculinity and passion for life. She completely forgot about the acne blemishing his pale skin. All she knew was that she wanted to please him yesterday, but today she wanted to fuck him.

"Hey, Kerry, nice cheerleading outfit," he said, trying his best to sound cool.

"Matt, you look nice," she replied, calm on the outside but nervous and horny on the inside.

"Listen, I just want to apologize for yesterday. I totally crossed the line and I just hope you can forgive me," Matt said. He did truly mean to apologize, but he also knew that somewhere down the line, he would have sex with her.

"Oh no, don't worry about it at all," she accepted, "I forgive you completely and we can just move on."

The last of his worries disappeared as soon as he heard that. Then they came back up when he took a look at Yanni, sitting in the cafeteria with a sultry smile on her face and a whole new look. "Well, let's get this thing started. I've got to be in Lewel's class in an hour."

They walked in and sat down at the table with Yanni, who didn't bother looking up. "Hey, Yanni you look amazing," Kerry complimented.

"Don't bother talking out loud," Yanni said.

"Oh, sure," Kerry replied.

"Look like you're doing something, it'll be creepy if you're just staring at me," Yanni ordered.

Matt and Kerry looked at each other in silence, unsure of what to do. Matt stood up and invited Yanni to grab food.

"So what's the deal?" Matt asked as he picked up an apple and put in on a tray.

"I'm not ashamed at all to say that I got laid last night. I found that it was an incredibly enjoyable experience, and I want you two to commit to it so we can go forward with the agency," Yanni admitted with prideful bluntness.

"Well if we're going to be completely honest, I also lost my virginity last night," Kerry admitted tactfully, trying not to reveal her total change. She picked up a boxed caesar salad.

"Don't sugarcoat it," The Slut teased.

"I'm on the same bus. I guess none of us are pure. Three Virgins no more," Matt joked. It was funny.

"Convenient. Then does my offer interest you?" Yanni asked, paring the small talk.

As Matt and Kerry bought their food, they kept their minds quiet for a few moments as they thought it over. Kerry already knew the answer, but she wanted to decide whether the new Kerry should be advertised to the world. "What better way to find love than make it with hundreds of men?" The Slut reasoned, and that was all she needed.

Kerry spoke up first, "I think I would very much enjoy that."

Yanni was very pleased and slightly excited at the thought of being a pimp. "Lovely. And you, Matthew?"

Matt had thought about it well enough, but also needed to hear the other side of the story. "I'm still not sure. I'm seriously into this girl and if she wants to date me I have to be faithful." He sat down and looked Yanni in the eye, but then remembered to look nonchalant, and so started to eat his lunch.

"That's so sweet, Matt," the humane side of Kerry said, "who is it?"

For the first time since leaving home, Matt felt like he was interesting to someone else. "Shelby Walker. I've had feelings for her for a long time."

Kerry sat down and gave him a playful punch on the arm. Of course, inside she felt incredibly jealous. As a matter of fact, her new slut pride demanded that she do something about it. She tuned out for a moment while she thought about screwing Matt, and doing it in front of Shelby.

She imagined tying her down to a chair and forcing her to see her recently acquired lover be stolen by the most popular girl in the entire school. Her mind wandered to-

"Imagine this. You wake up in the morning in bed with beautiful, sweet, sexy Shelby," Yanni started, playing on Matt's wild imagination, "and you get a nice slobbery blowjob to start off the day. She makes you breakfast, you go off to classes, and then you get to fuck any girl you want and even get paid to do it. At the end of the day you go home and there's Shelby, just waiting to please you again. And she never says no, even if you come home with a sexy girl on your cock."

Just the idea was enough to arouse Matt, but Yanni did it synthetically anyway. In a quick response, Matt gave in. "Shit, I'm sold."

Yanni finally looked up from her perfume ad. "Glad to have you on board."

**********

Kerry volunteered the empty room in her dorm. Dana didn't mind, she hardly knew that anything was going on. Kerry simply told her that she would be using the room to help make a documentary for her friend's Master Thesis for her film degree.

The three whores met in the empty room to start the planning process that night, when they all had open time blocks. Kerry never changed out of her cheerleading uniform, which made Matt slightly flustered, not to mention Yanni's loose-fitting spaghetti strap and her micro skirt. Incidentally, that was the subject matter at hand.

"I need a new body," Yanni explained, "or this operation is going to be very underhanded."

Kerry took offense. "What do you mean? I can handle it. I'd love to handle it. Why wouldn't I be able to handle it?"

"Kerry, darling, no offense, but if we want to generate enough money to pay off our student loans before the year is out, both you and Matt would need to fuck sixty times a day," Yanni calculated. "So I would like to step in and take down your numbers to forty until we can find a fourth, fifth, and sixth member so we can all just do twenty."

"Twenty? That still seems like a lot. I mean, we all just lost our virginities last night," Matt worried.

"Matthew, darling, we have a talent that can give us superhuman endurance. Maybe not enough for forty or fifty but certainly for twenty. Don't worry, it will be fine," Yanni cooed. The new girl that stood before him concerned him, but he knew that she was right. He definitely needed the money, and he would just have to bear with it.

"So, how about an upgrade, Kerry?" Yanni asked.

"What do you have in mind?" Kerry asked, uncertain of how much change she could cause.

"Well, you're sort of a more plump and wholesome girl. You're the Marilyn Monroe," Yanni complimented, a subtle smile on her face. Kerry smiled and blushed just a little bit as Yanni continued, "So I think for a little more variety I should be more like a sexy version of Gwyneth Paltrow. But I'm already too skinny so I need you to give me a little more flesh, a little more bust, more model and less death, you know?"

Kerry thought about it for a moment, and then closed her eyes. She envisioned how Yanni looked now, and what she wanted. She took Yanni's bony look and gave it meat all over, already giving her the look of the average girl. She reduced the bridge of her nose to let it slide straight down, and widened her chin by just a centimeter. Her hair grew out and obtained a sexy curl mirroring Kim Basinger's look in her Oscar-winning performance. Her ass became grab able, her breasts became more bosomy, and her thighs became soft and toned. Yanni became the body her mind belonged in.

Matt sat there, jaw to the floor as he watched flesh mix and stretch until it settled, fitting perfectly across her being. Something about the process aroused him to the point that he tented his new dark jeans. When Yanni opened her eyes, they instantly floated to the bulge.

"Fix that, too would you?" Yanni suggested.

Kerry followed Yanni's gaze to her sexual goal, and gasped when she noticed the extension. "I... um..." she whispered.

"A problem, Kerry?" Yanni inquired.

"It's just that... I can't see it," she explained, "and I need to see it to know what I'm changing."

That wasn't true. She could just feel it out with the force of her will. But using her power gave her quite a rush, and that involved the endorphins that eroticized her blood.

"Well, Matthew, loosen the belt if you will," Yanni directed.

After a quick moment of his natural reaction, which was to stare blankly and mouth agape. Then, it hit him. He didn't have to be embarrassed anymore. Life had taken a new turn and it was time to embrace it. He stood up and wasted no time dropping his pants, allowing his full mast to spring into the clean air.

Yanni smiled devilishly, and Kerry blushed heavily, wanting to drop to her knees right there and suck him off. But she held off, instead opting to follow instructions and adding two and a half inches to his manhood, topping off at a full and beautiful nine inches. She started to remove the hair, but Yanni stopped her, leaving just a thin layer of hair that would neither get in the way nor look unnatural. Then she proceeded to darken Matt's skin to a nice toasty sun-kissed look. His new look was complete.

"Kerry, is there something you want to say?" Yanni asked, noticing her specific attention to the head of Matt's penis. Kerry tore her eyes away to look and Yanni and slightly shake her head.

"Um... is there anything you want to change about me?" Kerry asked quietly.

"I wouldn't think so. I've always thought you had the perfect body," Matt flirted. Kerry only blushed harder.

"I agree," Yanni said, "your body is just right for a major demographic. Now Matt, where can we send your clients?"

"They can just come to my apartment. I'll have a... friend clean it up for me," Matt said, referencing Lara, who he expected to turn into a client.

"Excellent. I can just use my place, too."

The conversation went on like that for several minutes back and forth between Matt and Yanni. Kerry stayed relatively quiet, trying to withhold herself so as to stay professional while Yanni was around. Eventually, everything was set except for the other three whores they needed.

Kerry, hardly able to wait any longer to get at Matt, suggested that Yanni talk to her roommate.

"Why don't you do it?" Yanni inquired.

"You're a lot more convincing than I am. You've got this whole thing figured out. You should just go talk to her, I'm certain she would be on board," Kerry blurted. She just nodded and walked out. Kerry gave one last word before Yanni turned around and gave a sexy one-liner. "Thanks Yanni," Kerry said.

She turned around and let her luscious curly hair flip, "Call me Arianna."

Her two new friends smiled at the cheesiness of it, but also at the sexiness. They looked at each other with big smiles on their face, and as the sexual tension rose once again, their smiles faded.




Three Virgins Ch. 06



"Now's your chance, dearie," The Slut whispered, "show him what you've got."

Kerry lost her nervous and shy demeanor, taking on the new reality of who she was. A new look shined in her bright eyes, and her lips closed, crooking a smile on the left side of her face. She turned her head slightly downward, giving Matt an innocent look and batting her full eyelashes. "You know Matt, I'm really sorry for the way I reacted yesterday," she breathed, doing a rather fine impression of Marilyn Monroe, taking Yanni... Arianna's compliment to heart, "is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I was totally out of line," Matt replied coolly.

"Please? It would make me feel much better," she cooed, pushing her breasts together to expose her cleavage in her skimpy, low-cut college cheerleader's uniform.

Normally, in any situation, real or fake, Matthew Higgins would play it cool and ease his way into the sexual fun yet to come. Not this time. No more beating around the bush. He was about to become a whore, so why wait?

"Well, you know, Kerry, you could just make up for lost time and fuck me."

Not a moment passed after he said that before Kerry pounced. She locked her lips onto his and her hand onto his crotch. Matt returned the favor and glued his hand to her right breast, using the other to hold her waist. She whimpered lightly as he planted forceful kisses onto her mouth, turning her damp panties into soaked panties.

When he lowered his hand to feel just how damp she really was, he knew what he really had to do. He carefully eased the force of Kerry's advances. He was aware that he had provoked her, and blatantly too, but now he had a change of plans. Kerry eventually got the idea, and slowly pulled away from Matt's face and stared into his eyes, a glazed look with her gaze.

"I think..." Matt murmured, "you'll have to work a little harder if you want me."

Kerry got down on her knees and looked up at Matt. "Please," she begged, "I'll do anything."

Matt chuckled a little and leaned down to give her a taunting kiss on the cheek. Walking out of the room, he turned around to give her one serious message. "Be careful of... Arianna. She's trying to control us completely, and we can't let her get too strong of a hold."

Too strong of a hold. Those words echoed in Kerry's mind, searching for a place to take refuge. They bounced around as she sat alone in the room, the only sound keeping her mind filled. Too strong of a hold. The echoing grew quieter, slowing down. Strong of a hold. It found a corner in her mind to hide in. Strong hold. The Slut got a hold of it, grasping it in her hands, caressing it sweetly. She stretched it to a great capacity. STRONG HOLD.

**********

A girl sat in a coffee shop, all alone, sipping a latté and checking her social networking sites. Every head in the building had turned her way at some point. She didn't take notice of course, she was so used to it that it became the normal world. She'd already heard every possible complement to hear. She knew that she looked hot with her two piercings above her upper lips. She knew that her large and shining eyes attracted even the hardest to get and exclusive men on the market. Her dyed red hair only magnetized men more, her tattoo displaying a bold "You Only Live Once" just under her collarbone, everything about her just begged for some sexual attention. Underneath her clothes laid dormant a Greek-like bust coupled with plentiful pink nipples and a luscious ass to match her slender figure.

Only one man had ever accomplished the feat of bringing this flawless vixen to bed, and he would remain the only man for the rest of her life. This true beauty's name was Sarah, a devout lesbian.

Sarah sipped her coffee and enjoyed the atmosphere, oblivious to all the attention she was drawing. As she sat there, in walked a pair of beautiful girls, evidently in the midst of a heated discussion, for when they walked in their voices grew quiet. The skinnier looking girl noticed a few people looking, and gave the red-haired cheerleader a stern look. Suddenly they both quieted down, and then sat at the last open table.

Sarah didn't hear what they were talking about, and she didn't care. The dark-haired minx that hardened the air with sensuality had her mind occupied. She stopped drinking her coffee, she stopped thinking completely. For a fleeting moment, when the girl sat down and her legs crossed, Sarah could feel complete and absolute bliss. The darkness in her eyes, her hair. Omniscient glances about the room. She was exactly what Sarah wanted. Or more accurately, who she wanted to please.

Sarah lost track of time as she gazed endlessly at the outer shell of a woman she knew not to be humane and sweet deep inside. She did not notice that her lips had remained unmoving for half an hour. When suddenly this girl turned to her, she felt a surge, a shock of enamored blood electrifying every inch of her.

"You're mine," said a disembodied voice.

Sarah gasped, whispered, "Take me." And the world became black.

**********

Kerry held the strange girl's hand, escorting her alongside Arianna. She was worried that this girl had people that were looking for her, or important things to deal with. Unbeknownst to her, this girl had nothing to do all day, and in fact would have willingly come along if given the offer.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Kerry said, guiding the girl across the street.

Yanni marched along, regardless of Kerry's slowing pace and explained, "Kerry, I want to be sure that you can do what I want you to do. You're going to take care of girls as well, so you need practice."

The pretty, currently mindless girl walked stiff and straight, still looking natural in her beanie and horizontally striped sweater. Nobody gave her a second look for her unblinking eyes or her robotically angular posture. A rather horny college boy passed by and couldn't help but stare at her massive breasts. An older, married man passed by and noticed her shimmering brown eyes. A girl that she normally would have flirted with noticed her piercings and felt self-conscious for not having any.

Most importantly, a handsome looking brunette man took attention not to Sarah, but to the model-like cheerleader. The man's heart jumped at the sight of her, and unbeknownst to the group, he began to follow them.

Along the way, she spoke not a word, for her mind was blank, emptied with the power of Arianna's thoughts. Eventually, after much silence and walking, when sweat began to form on all three girls' heads, Arianna returned the basic semblance of the girl's mind to her, but no fraction of choice.

"Tell me your name," Arianna said.

"Sarah," she said mindlessly as she continued walking.

"Sarah, you're going to do exactly as I tell you without question, do you understand?" Arianna continued.

She mumbled, "Yes."

Kerry still felt uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. She was extremely excited to be with a girl again, and this time more extensively, but even so she felt that she needed to be the master of her own destiny. At that moment, she was not in control.

"Don't worry darling, just enjoy the ride," The Slut convinced her, pushing the skeptical thoughts out of her mind.

At last they arrived at Arianna's house. They walked inside and found the house totally empty, as usual Mr. and Mrs. Carmela were out on business matters. 

"Mel? Are you home?" Arianna called up.

No answer.

"Kerry," she said quietly, "please go upstairs, into my sister's room. It's the first room on the left. Just go in and wait for Sarah to walk in. Then you'll treat her like a customer. This is general training, understood?"

"Yes..." Kerry said, unsure of how else to respond. She made her way upstairs, taking steps slowly, still trying to absorb exactly what was happening. Arianna walked up and into the first bedroom, pausing in the doorway but not turning back to look.

Arianna turned to Sarah. "You will go in there and have sex with that girl, understood?"

"Yes," Sarah replied.

"I don't care what your sexual orientation is, you're going to walk in there and have sex with her. Take whatever turns you on, whatever makes you cum the hardest, and make it happen. And keep it going twice - no - three times longer than normal. Go crazy in there. Most of all, have fun. Understood, Sarah?"

"Yes."

Arianna smiled at the amazing power she held over the sweet girl before her. "When I snap my fingers, you will come out of your trance and be yourself again, remembering all your instructions but not that I gave them to you." Sarah nodded in acknowledgment, and Arianna snapped her fingers crisply.

Sarah's posture returned to its relaxed state, a far more attractive composure that displayed confidence and an easy-going nature. She blinked her eyes a few times, coming out of the darkness to realize that she was no longer in the coffee shop, and instead in an unrecognizable house with the beautiful girl she spotted.

"Well, this is the place, what do you think?" Arianna inquired.

"Oh, well..." Sarah didn't know what to say. If she freaked out like she naturally would have, she felt she would blow her chance at getting to know this phenomenally gorgeous girl, so she had to calm down and act natural quick, ignoring the wet spot forming on her panties.

"Oh, I know, Sarah's used to a posh and pompous life," Arianna joked.

"No, no, it's great. Do you... mind if I look upstairs?" she asked, feeling a strange need to inspect what was behind the door visible through the support bars of the balcony above.

Arianna started to walk towards the kitchen as she replied, "Go right ahead, I'll just fix us all something to drink."

Sarah nodded and went upstairs, feeling the presence of passion growing ever nearer with each step. When she reached the top of the stairs, she almost gasped with the arousal she felt building up. She wanted to go downstairs and have the mystery girl relieve her, but her desire to enter the room in front of her was somehow stronger. She stood in front of the door and turned the doorknob.

Earlier, when Kerry walked into the room, she almost instantly dropped her character of innocence and took off her outer shell of cheerleading garments, leaving only her plain look bra and panties. She looked at herself in the mirror, enjoying the way she was now exposed. She hadn't actually looked at her body in a mirror before. Now Kerry saw what she had been missing, what everyone else she'd met in college had been noticing all this time. Just the sight of herself was enough to get her aroused.

"Oh darling, now you can appreciate yourself, no?" The Slut asked. "We just need you to get a little wardrobe change. You've got lingerie, sure. But maybe some skimpier everyday clothes. Enough to show off your desirability without looking too... easy."

Kerry knew that The Slut was right. Later today she would definitely be making a trip to Victoria's Secret and stores of the like. But for now, she would just enjoy the touch of her fingers across her silky soft skin.

"You know," The Slut began, "this little innocent girl act you've been putting on is really sexy. That might make you very popular with men."

For the first time, Kerry gave a direct response to her inner self, "So what should I do for the girls?"

"Just do what comes naturally," The Slut winked.

Kerry smiled and slowly began dipping her body and swaying back and forth, imitating a stripper. She teased the mirror with her gyrations, the irresistible cleavage she displayed, and the simple bite of the lip, sweet and sexy and unsavory all at once.

Sarah walked into the room to find this sight, and instantly dropped to her knees. Kerry turned around, whipping her beautiful hair with the sudden motion. She smiled devilishly and walked to Sarah, closing the door behind her. She leaned down to her face and lifted her chin with one long, slender finger. "What's wrong, Sarah?" she murmured, her lips directly in front of her victim's.

"I..." Sarah began, too overwhelmed with desire to finish.

"What is it? You can tell me," Kerry said, getting ever so slightly closer.

"I... want..."

"I can give you anything," Kerry whispered.

"You..."

Kerry kissed Sarah's lips softly, teasingly, and when the kiss broke, she walked over to the pink-sheeted bed and laid down on it. "Take me," Kerry conceded.

Sarah looked up with a glazed look in her eyes, one of true amazement. This was not the girl she had in mind, but she certainly knew she had to have her. She stood up and slowly approached the bed. "You really mean that?" she asked.

"Your wish is my command. I will do anything that pleases you."

In normal circumstances, Sarah would have begged to be taken, but some unnatural element compelled her to take instead. Still uncertain of the reality of the situation, she kept it very mild.

"I want you to... take the rest of your clothes off."

Without getting off the bed, Kerry removed her panties, revealing a smooth and barren vulva, glistening with the beginnings of arousal. She removed her bra, exposing her plentiful mounds, and she laid there perfectly nude. Sarah gave a sharp gasp at the sight of her. "What else can I do for you, Sarah?"

Without even taking her clothes off, Sarah climbed on top of the naked angel and let her hand dive down to her sex, almost instantly penetrating with two fingers. Kerry moaned and smiled, biting her lip in pleasure and excitement. Sarah pumped her fingers as Kerry gyrated her hips subconsciously. Her eyes were closed, and she could not see the passionate gaze that Sarah shot in her direction.

"Talk to me," Sarah commanded.

That was The Slut's cue to jump in. Kerry remained feeling all the wonderful sensations of Sarah's expert fingers exploring her, but The Slut embodied the vocal response fitting the situation. "You feel so good, Sarah, don't stop, keep fucking me with your fingers... ooohh..." she moaned with true enamored passion in her voice.

Sarah bent her fingers ever so slightly inside of Kerry, forming a small hook. This action made Kerry twitch for a quick second, and she began to play with her breasts, pinching her nipples and massaging her flesh. Sarah took her hands away and replaced them with her mouth, licking and sucking on Kerry's nipples with powerful zeal.

The slut continued fulfilling Sarah's order. "I knew you would be good, you look too sexy to not know your way around a wet pussy... OH!" Her vagina already began to convulse with pleasure, although irregularly. It wouldn't be long before she had an orgasm.

Sarah wasn't totally aware that she was simply following orders. It occurred to her that she didn't want this girl to please her or do anything to her for that matter, but it didn't occur to her that there was a reason she chose to fuck her. She was enjoying the hell out of this experience, but only because she was meant to. In truth, she already was just dealing with the situation until she could get back downstairs.

Kerry had completely forgotten that this was meant to be her training exercise. The burst of arousal that came from having this gorgeous girl fingering her emptied her mind completely, and she wanted nothing more than to cum hard for her. "Fuck me... oh please fuck me harder..." The Slut moaned in Kerry's stead.

Sarah picked up the pace. "You're so sexy," Sarah forced herself to say. It was true, and she knew she meant it, but she wanted to focus on getting this strange girl to finish.

"Oh GOD! I'm so tight... your fingers fill me up..." Kerry screamed.

Sarah suddenly gave a quick burst of fingering, and Kerry began to shake vigorously in pleasure. Just as she was about to cum, Sarah stopped and pulled her fingers out. Kerry opened her eyes, still shaking. She became lost in Sarah's gaze.

Sarah slowly moved her head down to Kerry's pussy. Kerry could feel her breath against her bare lips. Just a single lick, and Kerry came hard, screaming and shaking. "FUCK! OH FUCK!" she ululated. Sarah stood up and watched Kerry writhe in pleasure in the longest orgasm she had yet experienced. Then, she left the room.

When Kerry's bliss subsided, she finally noticed that she was all alone in the room. All she knew was that she needed more, and this time she needed to do some giving. Very quickly, she gathered her underwear, throwing it back on quickly, and she ran out of the house that way, leaving very little to the imagination. Opening the door, she saw the brunette man from earlier standing on the porch, about to knock on the door.

"Kerry! Listen this is going to sound crazy, but-" the man started.

"Take your fucking pants off," Kerry demanded through her clenched teeth. She closed the door and started unbuttoning the stranger's pants. 

"Kerry don't!" He yelled, attempting to pull her off. But she wouldn't have it. Kerry forced his arousal with her mind, and practically froze his will to allow her whatever she pleased. When his protests stopped, Kerry continued removing his jeans, and quickly pulled out his cock. It looked somehow familiar, but she didn't dwell too long on it, as she began to suck it. Once again she felt at ease with a large hard-on in her mouth, enjoying more than ever the feel of her tongue sliding past its head and down the shaft while it approached her throat.

"Whoa... Kerry..." the strange man chuckled.

Kerry attempted to take the large cock further, past her uvula, but she was not experienced enough yet. She gagged, and quickly withdrew it from her mouth. She took a moment to salivate her throat again, and tried once more. She succeeded and letting the tip tickle the bottom of her uvula, but could only hold it there for a second before she gagged again. 

"You don't have to do that," the man said, understanding her natural ineptitude at deep throating.

Then the idea suddenly hit her. She would have to practice deepthroating later that night, back in her dorm room. For now, she could do something totally new and still manage to please this strange man. "How about this?" she asked.

"How about wh-" the man started before cutting himself off at the feeling of hot saliva on his balls. He shuddered as he felt the overwhelming tickle of Kerry's tongue licking his scrotum, and his knees bent slightly. A new sensation overtook him, a stirring inside his testicles. Kerry grabbed hold of his shaft once again as she enveloped one of the testicles in her mouth. The stirring grew stronger, and soon it would crescendo.

"What the fuck..." the man started, "what the FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!"

An extreme amount of cum fountained from his towering penis, jumping into the air and landing in her hair, never once touching the ample amount of beautiful skin in its line of fire. She stopped her new hobby and began pulling the cum out of her hair to get a taste of it. The man instantly jumped back and pulled up his pants, a frightened look on his face.

"K-Kerry," he stammered.

"Your cum tastes so good," The Slut announced.

He tried to get her attention again, "Kerry please listen, this will sound crazy, I know but-" 

She still ignored him, "I can't wait for... mmm... more."

"Kerry!" he yelled. She looked up, finally switching back from The Slut into Kerry. Her urge to get a second orgasm out of the stranger fell to the back of her mind as she waited for the urgent news.

He looked into her eyes intently. "It's me, Juni."

**********

Back inside, Sarah had made her way into a conversation with Arianna. She ultimately intended to strip down and beg to be dominated, but Arianna's will brought on a different approach. She had noticed the wide-eyed and dependent look on Sarah's face, and decided to take advantage of the situation. Looking into her mind, she found the intended scheme and unveiled it instantly.




Three Virgins Ch. 06



"You're attracted to me, aren't you?" Arianna asked. Sarah bowed her head in acknowledgment. "You want to strip down and beg for me to dominate you."

Sarah nodded as she looked down at the kitchen floor. "Yes..."

"You want to crawl around and do my bidding."

"Yes... I do," Sarah whimpered, feeling somewhat ashamed.

Arianna got a devilish smile on her face yet again. She sauntered over to her semi-Lolita and grabbed her chin, pulling it up to make deep eye contact with her.

"I know just what to do with you," Arianna whispered.



Three Virgins



***********

"Anything?" Yanni asked her desperate sister.

"Yes, I swear, anything you want."



"Act like a dog," Yanni ordered.

Mel got on her knees and made puppy eyes. She barked twice. It made Yanni smile. Mel started crawling in circles, chasing her invisible tail.

"Okay, now go make me a sandwich. Turkey with swiss, toasted."

Mel started crawling out of her room.

"And you can stop being a dog."

Mel got up and walked out. Yanni had almost completely forgotten about Chemistry. She picked up a book and started reading it, waiting for her sister to return with a warm sandwich. She read two pages. Three. Five. Ten. Twenty. She slammed the book down.

"Where the hell is my sandwich?!"

No reply.

Yanni got up and stormed downstairs. She found her sister standing still in the kitchen.

"Have you just been standing here the whole time?" She asked angrily.

When she got closer, she saw that her sister was frozen, the sandwich stuck in midair between the plate and the floor.

*************

Matt and Lara had been swimming for about five minutes now. Lara suggested they try to swim all the way across the lake, about three miles. Matt felt pretty confident, and decided to give it a shot. He took this time to figure out just what he could do with his new powers. 

He discovered that he could control when he heard her thoughts. It was fun to fragment her sentences.



He discovered he could search her memories. He found that she was single and bisexual. She had lost her virginity in a threesome as a matter of fact.

He discovered that he could alter her emotions to anything. One moment they were having conversation about My Little Pony during a backstroke, the next she was angry about her parents. He fixed this and returned her to a happy mood.

He already knew that he could tell her to do things. But at this point, they had reached a half submerged tree and Lara wanted to climb it. The lake was dam controlled, so the water level would rise and fall based on the season. Right now it was at a high point.

They climbed up into the tree. "Hey, let's jump at the same time!"

"Just let me catch my breath first."

"Too late! Three, two , one, go!" 

They both jumped off of the tree. Matt landed in the water with a big splash; he was certainly not graceful. He came back to the surface and looked for Lara, but could not find her. He looked back up to the tree and saw...

He saw Lara frozen in midair, her hair trailing behind her and a big excited smile on her face.

********

Kerry didn't know what was going on. Everyone had just stopped. There was no noise, no movement, just her with her thoughts. Juni had a terribly angry look on her face, and so did the many boys she was fighting with. Naturally, Kerry was frightened.  The Christian screamed. Kerry ignored her.

She approached the group of frozen people. She poked Juni. She still felt fleshy, not like a statue, so that was good. She felt a little better now. She pulled the basketball from Juni's hands, but it took some power. She had a tight grip on it. Kerry got the ball free, but she fell backwards and it flung out of her hands. It went a few feet into the air, but stopped. It was now out of her reach.

Lying on the ground, she surveyed the rest of the gym. Mr. Winthrop was flirting with another girl. There were multiple games dispersed through the room. There were eight hoops to play at, so it wasn't a problem to have everyone active. There was one more behind her. She stood up and turned around to find something very displeasing to The Christian.

There was one boy clinging to the rim, having just slam-dunked the ball. As a joke, another had pulled down his gym shorts, exposing his hairy ass. Kerry knew what was on the other side of his body.  whispered The Slut.  screamed The Christian.  The Slut sounded more appeasing to Kerry right now.

Kerry slowly approached the frozen boy. She crept around slowly, anticipating what was to come. When she saw it, the familiar warmth grew inside of her. Her nipples returned to their hardened state, rubbing up against her gym shirt.  The Christian was getting desperate.

Something about its shape made her feel incomplete. She felt like she needed it to achieve happiness. But it was out of her reach. There was nothing she could do to get it.  The Slut said in a giggly manner.

Kerry's breathing was getting heavier. She had tiny sparks of this feeling but it never ignited. Now she felt as if there was a boiling deep inside her. It felt so nice, like nothing else.  She wanted to badly. Her hand slowly approached the waistband of her gym shorts.  The Christian demanded.

 Kerry explained.  Her right hand slipped under her shorts and her panties, feeling the thick hairs on her crotch.



 Kerry snapped. She was tired of being the good girl. The nice girl. The perfect student, the athlete, the one everyone could talk to.  She started rubbing her pussy furiously. The Christian was defeated and The Slut took over.

Kerry kept frantically massaging herself, not yet aware of any style or rhythm that would improve the sensation. She had no set pace, no knowledge of where it would feel best. But that didn't matter right now. She took a moment to strip completely, which was easy without her bra on. She laid down on the cool gym floor and continued petting her wetness.

She was in complete bliss, but...  She had never seen her own vagina before, but she had seen pictures in Sex Ed. She tried to imagine a bald pussy and...

In an instant all her pubic hair was gone. If she hadn't been in the middle of masturbation, she would have been frightened. Instead she found her clit by accident, and started to focus on it. Her moans echoed through the gym as she rubbed herself. In a few moments, she would be ready to orgasm.

Just as she was about to climax, it hit her: everyone could unfreeze at any time. She stopped instantly and got dressed, feeling disappointed that she couldn't orgasm. When she was fully clothed again, that's when it struck her that she had made all her pubic hair disappear with just a thought. Common sense kicked in.



The yells continued, and so did all movement. The boy who had been pantsed fell to the ground and pulled his shorts back up quickly, and then added to the noise with his frustration. Kerry still felt incredibly horny. She would have to wait.

************

Yanni was so confused about what was going on. It had gone from a normal day to a very weird one quickly. She had discovered a super power in herself, but now it appeared to be uncontrolled. Had she frozen time? Or was something else going on? It wasn't too long before time resumed again spontaneously. She had been reading for some time, and she didn't know exactly when things had stopped.

The sandwich fell to the tile floor of the kitchen. "Shit!" Mel said under her breath. She picked the sandwich back up and put it back on the plate.

"Do you expect me to eat that, twerp?"

Mel jumped and almost dropped the sandwich again. "Fuck! When did you get there?!"

"Watch your language," Yanni scolded,"and start over."

Mel groaned and threw the dirty sandwich in the trash can. Yanni went over to the couch, still confused about the time freezing ordeal.

 Yanni listened closely to her sister's thoughts. She smiled to herself, greatly enjoying her new abilities. Now what else could she do with them?

Like Matt had done just moments ago, Yanni had figured out the multiple things she could do. Not only did she discover that Mel was sexually active, but she wasn't currently interested in guys. She had asked for guy advice because she wanted to hide the fact that she was a lesbian.

Mel walked carefully over to the couch and placed the plate on the coffee table. "Am I done now?" Mel asked, exasperated.

"Do you still want guy advice?" Yanni asked, ignoring her sister's question.

 "Yeah, if you have any."

"Make out with chicks. Guys love it."

Yanni could sense that just the thought set a spark in her sister. She knew Mel would still try to cover up, and she actually thought she did a good job of it.

"Like pretend kissing?" She said innocently.

"No, like full on tongue swallowing make out sessions. Know any girls who are looking to date guys? If so, sew your lips together for a few minutes while guys are watching."

Mel started blushing. Yanni was enjoying watching her sister get so uncomfortable in her own clothes. Only eighteen, yet so attractive and sexual already.

"Do you really think so?" Mel said, trying to keep up the act.

"I know so. In fact, why don't you practice right now? Call up one of your friends, bring her over here." Yanni pushed her power to make Mel agree with her.

Twenty minutes later, Hannah Burns came walking through the door. She was a sophomore, very slender and slightly pale. She kept herself looking nice. For a slut. She wore short shorts that might as well have been panties, a strapless top that might as well have been a headband, and an abundance of eye make up that was balanced enough to not look revolting. She had two nose piercings, three cartilage piercings, a tongue stud, a belly button stud, and tattoos of band names, roses, and other things she thought accurately described her personality.

Yanni was revolted by her choice of dress and accessories. She wondered how any guy (or her sister) could find this even a little attractive. But she knew she could play with it for a while.

"Hey Melll wasup girl?" Hannah hugged her friend.

"This is my sister Arianna." Mel said.

"Just call me Yanni."

"You're sisters? You look nothing alike," Hannah said, surveying Yanni's figure. This displeased Yanni. She would definitely have to put this bitch in her place.

"Well I won't bother you, I'm going to go upstairs and do homework. Let me know if you need anything." Yanni got up and left the room. She wanted to experiment with something. She reached out to feel Melanie and Hannah with her mind, and was successful. It was a strange feeling, sensing their presence. She commanded their subconsciouses to ignore her completely. She would not be seen. She re-entered the room and saw the two of them watching TV on the couch. She stood directly in front of them and waved her hands around to find no reaction. It worked.

"Meet any cute guys lately?" Mel asked.

"All guys are cute, but it's like none of them care about who I am." Hannah replied. This made Yanni chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Mel asked, looking at her gorgeous friend.

"It's like all they see me as is a cock vacuum!"

"Hannah, you ARE a cock vacuum."

"I know, but there's more to me than that."

This was almost too much for Yanni. She sat down on the other couch, half facing the girls and half facing the TV. She noticed that Mel was staring at Hannah's body while Hannah focused on the cartoon they were watching. Yanni did notice that Hannah had an attractive body, similar to Mel's, just on a taller and proportionally thinner frame.

"I mean isn't there some way to get a guy's attention without sucking his big fat juicy cock?" Hannah didn't need to use all those words, but her libido liked it.

"Well, I'm not sure... but..." Mel trailed off. Yanni could sense that she was still aroused, even more so now that Hannah was here.

"But what?" Hannah now looked at Mel, causing her to raise her gaze.

"Nothing."

"Fuck no, nothing. That bothers the shit out of me and you know it."

"Well I think that guys love it when girls are bisexual. Not just because it's hot, but it like says something about them."

"What does it say? To me that just sounds extra slutty."

"Well like... It says that the girl doesn't need the guy, and guys always want things they can't have... I don't know..."

"Wait, that actually makes sense!" Hannah proclaimed. "Yeah, I get it now! You're so smart Mel!"

Mel started smiling, feeling more confident about the situation. She was getting into the groove. "Thanks, I've been thinking about it a lot so-"

"Let's practice." Hannah interjected. Mel froze. She didn't expect it to be so quick. Hannah thought she was afraid based on the expression on Mel's face. "Hey, come on. It was your idea and we're really close. It might even be fun!"

Yanni didn't like how quickly this had escalated. She wanted more to see her sister suffer, not to see her get exactly what she wanted. So she got to work. She searched Hannah's mind and lowered her excitement, but not too much. Just enough that she would change her mind and tease Mel with it.

"Or maybe not... I don't want things to get weird between us." This made Mel sink inside. But she tried to look like she wasn't phased.

"Yeah, that would be bad if we felt weird about it... I wouldn't want to lose you as a friend."

Yanni kept Hannah just on the edge of the "no" side, but pushed her arousal to about a four on a scale of ten.

"I mean, I've seen your boobs before, and they're really nice. But I can't imagine just making out with you. But seriously, love the boobs."

Mel blushed and giggled, "Thanks, you've got a great pair yourself."

Yanni pushed Hannah up to a five. She didn't notice she was getting wet as she said, "We're pretty hot, aren't we? If we did get it on every guy would want us!"

Mel was getting visibly uncomfortable, tugging on the bottom of her shirt. She looked away from Hannah, very embarrassed about how turned on she was. She was blushing heavily. Somehow, Hannah didn't notice. Mel replied in a mumble, "Yeah, we'd look good." 

Yanni gave a bigger push, raising the number to a seven. Just enough for Hannah to maybe say yes if a guy offered sex. "Look good? Shit I bet we'd look hotter than porn stars." Yanni noticed that Hannah was picturing the lesbian ordeal, as was Mel. Their imaginations were not too far off from each other. To make it worse, she lowered Hannah's arousal again while making Mel's stronger than it already was.

"But nothing is worth breaking a friendship, you know?" Mel just nodded and bit her lip. "Are you okay?" Hannah asked. "You look like something's bothering you."

"Fine. Just kinda hot." Mel assured her.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll go turn the air conditioning on." Hannah got up, her ass shaking as she walked to the kitchen. This made Mel go crazy. She quietly groaned to herself, but Yanni could hear it.She noticed that her sister was doing a much more terrible job of acting. When she had asked her for guy advice, it seemed highly convincing. Now, it was almost as if she wanted her friend to know. Searching a little deeper, she found this to be true. However, she wasn't conscious of it.

Hannah reached the AC control, and was about to turn it on. Instead, Yanni had her turn the heater on. It might cause her some discomfort, but it was worth the entertainment to come.

Hannah sat back down, a little closer to Mel. The episode on the TV ended. Mel tried to distract herself by looking through the channels. With her big sister's help, she accidentally switched to the porn channel. Mel dropped the remote when she saw the two naked women making love. "Oh my gosh! That was an accident I swear!"

Yanni quickly raised Hannah's arousal all the way to nine. This caused Hannah to stop Mel from picking up the remote. Her eyes were glued to the TV. Hannah knew she was straight, but something about the way the two girls were so passionate with each other intrigued her. Hannah became noticeably wet to herself. 

Yanni was enjoying the sexual torture she was causing. It was almost too much fun. But suddenly, it hit her. The perfect idea to both entertain her and raise some hell. Some hell she's wanted to raise forever. Yanni knew what was about to happen with her sister, but it wasn't her concern right now. She didn't want to miss it though, so she ran upstairs and grabbed a camera. Back downstairs, she placed it across the room and zoomed in a little bit. She pressed record and went to her room to plan. She had a business opportunity in mind. Besides, she could use that video. Just to make sure, she spiked up Hannah's arousal to a ten. As she planned ahead in her room, she enjoyed hearing the screams from downstairs.

*******

Matt was very confused by what was going on. Lara was stuck in midair. He had climbed back in the tree and he was just behind her. He didn't know what to do. But of course, being a guy, he noticed just how nice her ass was. She had lime green panties on that left little to the imagination. It was wet and clung to her skin, further accentuating her rear curves.

He lost himself while staring at her, and forgot for a moment what had happened. He snapped back, and thought about what to do. Nothing came. If he waited, the possibility loomed that there might be no end. Maybe if he just set things back in motion...

 But nothing came. So he resorted to his risky idea. He positioned himself on the thick branch that Lara had jumped from. Not all too confident, he jumped and grabbed her around the waist. They both plunged into the water. He let go at some point underwater.

Resurfacing, he looked for signs that timed had resumed. But there was nothing. Lara was now frozen underwater. He swam back to the tree to see exactly where she was. His fear caused his strokes to be stronger than usual. He arrived back at the tree in no time.

Once he was high enough, he saw a strange sight. Where he had dragged Lara, there was a hole in the water. The water that had touched her had not moved.  before he could finish the thought, it happened. Time resumed.

Lara came flying up into the air, the vacuum having pulled her up and sent her flying with its force once the space was filled. She was at least 150 feet in the air at the apex of her flight. Matt's fear increased once again. He knew that she would get hurt falling from that height, even if she landed in water. His thoughts raced through the options, but there were none. He would just have to let it happen. But as she was coming down, Matt imagined her floating in the air, with some invisible force holding her there.

Nothing should surprise you at this point. His imagination came true. She was suddenly floating about seventy feet in the air. Having lost his naivety from the events of today, Matt knew this was his doing. He slowly lowered her as she began to freak out. 

"Fuck! Oh, fuck what's happening to me?!" she screamed.

Matt calmed down, now seeing he was in control of the situation. Eventually, Lara was back in the water. He jumped down to join her.

"What the fuck just happened? Did you see that?" She had been slightly hyperventilating, so she was out of breath. Trying to hold herself up in the water did not help. Matt slyly lifted her a bit so that her head was safely above the water. She started recovering.




Three Virgins



"Let's go back." He said, ignoring what she said. She tried to talk to him about what just happened, but he already turned back to the shore. She followed.

They arrived back at the shore and laid in the sun for a bit to dry off. It wasn't that hot of a day. Lara felt that Matt knew something, but she also felt that he would speak when the time came. She kept her mouth shut, but she was still frazzled from what had just occurred. It was the type of thing from weird sci-fi books or comics. It didn't happen in real life, did it?

They were pretty dry now, so Matt picked up his clothes and Lara's. They walked back to his car in their underwear. Arriving at his Jeep Grand Cherokee, he opened up the trunk, threw the clothes in, and jumped in. He patted the space next to him, signaling for Lara to sit. She complied.

"That was weird what happened back there. It seems impossible, doesn't it?"

"It was like, I had just jumped, and the next thing I knew I was flying up from the water..." she said with slight fear in her voice.

"If I had told you about it, and it hadn't happened to you, wouldn't have believed it, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well I did it. It was me." he said. She furled her brow.

"What? That doesn't make any sense..." Matt noticed that she had lost her nose stud. There was just a tiny hole in the side of her right nostril.

"You might as well believe me, there's no reason for me to lie about something like this. I don't know why, but I have these weird powers. I guess one of them is telekinesis."

"Really?" she asked, now looking a little excited. She had forgotten about why she was in the air in the first place. She never bothered asking after hearing this exciting information.

"Here." He lifted her into the air without warning. She slowly moved forward out of the car, and into the air. She was wriggling around, scared that she might fall without balance. After a moment, she calmed down and enjoyed the sensation of being weightless. She enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight and leaned back, now parallel with the ground.

"This is amazing... I can't believe this is really happening!" She did a graceful backflip as if she were underwater. She looked so sexy moving like this, like a supermodel early in her career stretching for the camera. Matt's male instincts kicked in, but only slightly. He exerted light pressure on her obliques, tickling her. She writhed in the air, apparently being very ticklish. She arched her back as she rolled and rotated and wriggled ten feet above the ground. "Hahahaa...! Stop th-that! Hahaha I c-can't haha breathe!" 

At the same time that he stopped, he unhooked her bra teasingly. She shouted playful disapproval. He brought her back down, letting her land in his arms. She was laughing all the way down, having re-hooked her bra. She continued laughing, but started calming down as she looked into Matt's eyes. There was a sense of confidence in them. It was a look that told her she was safe with him, no matter what.

"I never asked you, what's your name?" She said this dead-pan; no expression on her face.

"Matt Higgins." he replied, a slight smile on his face.

"Okay," she said. She leaned up to him, and planted her lips on his. They shared a long and passionate kiss. Lara felt completely protected, and had to give him one true kiss. The kiss ended, and she re-engaged her primal roots.

Lara tackled Matt, pushing him backwards into the trunk of the Jeep. She didn't bother to close it. Her lips returned to his now engaging in the old french pastime. Matt's penis got the better of him instantly. It grew to its full six and a half inches under his boxers. Lara felt it against her leg, but decided to ignore it for a minute. She was enjoying the kisses.

Matt unhooked her bra the old-fashioned way; he would have to get used to his powers before he would always remember them. The bra slid off and he started his enjoyment of her 34B breasts. Not having much experience, he awkwardly squeezed them. Her nipples were soft, though they began to harden. He could feel them pressing against his palms.

Not quite in a pleasure-filled state, Lara slid down and pulled Matt's boxers off. She kissed his shaft, and held it with her right hand. Matt was preparing to receive his first blowjob.

When they arrived, there was nobody else in the parking lot. At the moment that she slid her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, some people started to show up. They noticed immediately, and started recording it.

Not taking notice, Lara expertly teased the head, causing Matt to quiver. Her tongue circled it, licked it as if it were ice cream, and more. Noticing the way he reacted turned her on, and she slid her hand down to her panties. She started rubbing herself as she finally took him into her mouth.

Suddenly, it occurred to Matt that he could find out what she wanted by searching her mind. But in doing so, he found something different. She didn't want anything except his cum. She was so disinterested in her own pleasure that she would orgasm simply from his release. She was stimulating herself for when that moment came.

About seven people were recording the event now. All of them were young, around their early twenties. four of them were men, three women. They all seemed like they were ready for just a normal day at the lake, ready to swim, eat, drink, relax. This unlikely event before them would only make their day better.

Lara started taking Matt deeper and deeper, half-inch by half-inch. Her nose started to hit his pubic hair, and she stuck her middle finger into herself. She was a sucker for hair.

Matt felt a stirring in his scrotum. He knew what was about to happen. For years he had only acquired this release from his left hand, but now he would share it with a stranger. His head laid back and he waited for the release.

Lara's throat was struck with a surprisingly small amount of semen. She swallowed it easily, and took Matt out of her mouth. She was unable to orgasm.

"When was the last time you jerked off?" she asked, regaining her breath?

"Um... this morning... twice..." he said, a little ashamed.

"Christ, you sound like one of those dorky high school kids who's never gotten laid." She searched for her bra, feeling slightly unfulfilled. "How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-one. I used to be one of those guys, now I'm a dorky college kid who's never gotten laid." he replied, pretty embarrassed.

She casually started to redress herself. She turned around when she picked up her shirt, and saw the people across the parking lot laughing and recording the event that had just taken place. She screamed.

When Lara screamed, Matt pulled his boxers up and saw. The anger boiled up inside him, and suddenly their cell phones went flying up into the air. Each one came crashing down, breaking on impact. But that wasn't enough for him. All of their swimsuits went flying, getting caught in trees. They all tried to cover themselves, screaming and embarrassed. Lara started laughing hysterically. She turned and looked at Matt, a big smile on her face.

"I have a lot to teach you about sex."

*******

Each one of the newly formed students lay in their beds, their thoughts swimming. There were new opportunities to come. Old circumstances to fix. They now had the power to control people, to move objects, to change their own physical appearance, and all with their minds. There would be a lot of fun to have.

But something nagged each one of their minds... 

To Be Continued...