0 comments/ 14837 views/ 14 favorites In their Right Minds By: Elenriel "How would you assess the sales potential of your recently introduced product lines?" Lee Marks asked the CEO he was interviewing. He listened to the answer with his ears, but also with his mind - his right mind to be more specific. "I would say the chances are good that we will exceed the Street's expectations," the executive replied confidently. Simultaneously, Lee perceived a mental picture from the other man: {* an avalanche on a mountainside}. He thought to himself, That's rather ambiguous; does that represent an abundant flow of income, or a natural disaster? I'll try a follow-up question later. Out loud he said, "I'm sure my readers would want to know how the integration of last year's acquisition is going." "Very well indeed, as would be expected by the similarity of our corporate cultures." But the image Lee received from his mind was {* the La Brea tar pits}. No doubt about that one, Lee thought to himself, that's got to be a bad sign. The interview continued, with the CEO trying to make a favorable impression on Lee, who was there in his capacity as writer for the small-circulation, but very influential securities newsletter, Diverse Analysis. A little-known fact was that Lee was the owner and almost the only employee of the newsletter. He did not need a large backup staff, however, because Lee was a telepath. His gift, however, was limited in the sense that it seemed to be a phenomenon of his right brain only. With it, he could only perceive the right brain impressions of those around him. His sixth sense brought him images and emotions, never words and numbers. Using the gift was an art rather than a science because in people's right brains, everyone speaks their own private language. What did a particular image mean? Lee could only be sure with a long-term acquaintance with whom he'd clearly associated an image with an emotion. Sure, most of the time if a woman projected a spider, it was a sign of fear or unease. But once he'd met a woman who'd had a tarantula as a pet and it was a sign of affection when she connected it with someone in her thoughts. That limitation made the gift hard to use as a weapon, and those few times Lee had thought to so use it, he'd lost the edge of his anger before he'd learned enough of the perpetrator's internal visual "language" to carry out an assault. Finally, he'd decided to completely forego such attempts and had never regretted it. Finally, Lee brought the interview to a close, and thanked the executive for his time. While in the elevator, Lee checked his watch; although he had a date tonight, there still was time enough to get some of his impressions down while they were still fresh, and adjust his private portfolio. His investment advice wasn't always correct: there's a certain random element in the stock market even at best. But knowing what the insiders were really thinking made him right much more often than not, and he was personally very wealthy. An hour later he arrived at his own office and was greeted by his only employee. "Good afternoon, Marks-sama," Noriko said with a smile. She handed him a portfolio containing things that needed his attention. Lee glanced through it quickly. The material was organized and prioritized with Noriko's usual efficiency; luckily none of it needed to be handled immediately. "I got a good interview," Lee told her. "I'll write it up today and tomorrow, and that will be all we need for the next edition." Noriko looked pleased at that declaration; it was always a relief when she got plenty of lead time to do the layout and paste up. Lee asked her to do a bit of fact-checking online, and then retired to his luxurious office suite. He sat down and slipped on a headset and began to dictate his article to the voice recognition software on his computer. After two hours he was ready for a break and leaned back and rubbed his eyes. He extended his sixth sense outwards until he contacted Noriko's right mind. She was an extremely intelligent and talented woman who did the work that would usually take several people. Lee paid her very generously, but he also liked to use his gift to see if there was anything else he could do to keep her contented. He perceived {* the Tokyo bullet train}, and relaxed back into his chair. They had worked together for long enough that he knew her internal mental language fairly well, and this was a metaphor for work going well and easily. Noriko was very beautiful and Lee found her Japanese manners quite charming, but he never considered dating her. Even with his abilities he couldn't avoid every last little conflict with the women he dated; he didn't want a lover's spat disrupting his smoothly running office. But there was one way in which he was using his power with her, to provide her all unawares with a perk like no other employer could. And later when he heard her rustling around preparing to end the workday, Lee began to reach out with his mind. Noriko often jogged home when the weather was fine, and when she went in her bathroom to change into her running clothes, Lee tuned into her thoughts. He built an image and prepared to project it by imagining it floating in front of Noriko's face where she'd have to see it. She wouldn't literally see it, but it would internalize it in her right brain where it would provoke the state of mind for which that image was a metaphor. Lee projected lightly, {Noriko as a Japanese singing sensation, wearing a sailor suit *}. In the next room, Noriko paused to admire her reflection in the mirror. The image that Lee had sent was a sort of idealized picture, Noriko as she fantasized herself. Lee had sent it lightly deliberately so that when Noriko inspected her reflection, she would firm up and mentally correct her internal fantasy image. As Lee had suspected, but had not known for certain, Noriko began imagining herself as a bit more busty than she actually was. Lee had for some time been employing an aspect of his abilities to enhance Noriko's womanly charms; indeed, she was quite noticeably more developed than when he had first hired her. But he checked from time to time the way he was doing now so that he could stop when she was completely happy with her body. But since he had just verified that that point had not yet been reached, Lee proceeded to the next stage by projecting {a page from a manga, a bishoujo girl being sprayed on her generous bosom by a copious emission from her boyfriend *}. Noriko set down the sports bra she'd been about to don and instead raised her hands to her breasts. She began to tug at her nipples and roll them between her fingers and thumbs. Lee guessed that the manga page was something Noriko had found and been fascinated by as an adolescent. It was likeliest that there was once a teenage girl in Narita staring at a discarded comic she'd found, imaging that the big-eyed, small-mouthed girl in the picture was herself. Regardless of the accuracy of this speculation, the image was Noriko's very own personal metaphor for breast play, the picture she formed in her right brain when she decided to pleasure her orbs. The corollary was just as true: if she was thinking of that picture, well...she must have decided to play with her breasts, mustn't she? Lee slowly sharpened and refined the image, and Noriko gave herself more single-mindedly to her mammary masturbation. Her head lolled back and she whimpered softly as the wonderful sensations her breast play evoked flowed through her. With Noriko, Lee needed to get her in just this state before he could create a certain mind-body connection. Her body was still capable of making the hormones regulating breast growth, and when her thoughts were this focused on her breasts and how they had been during her puberty, he could influence her brain to command their production again. Once the 'treatment' was complete, Lee let the strength of his projection diminish gradually until it was gone. Shortly thereafter, he could sense from Noriko that she'd seated herself in the stall and was masturbating frantically to relieve the sexual tension she'd built up fondling her breasts. Lee had long known what Noriko's metaphor for "I've decided to masturbate" was, but had never used it. Lee was resolved to keep his abilities secret, and the key to accomplishing that was doing nothing incongruous. He'd had Noriko admire her reflection only when she was undressed and looking in the mirror. She'd begun touching herself only after she'd posed for herself. The thoughts she'd had were only the ones natural to her, coming to her in (roughly speaking) a reasonable time and place. Lee remained tuned to Noriko, put only passively, while she got her cookies and then finished dressing in her running clothes. He began speaking as if to the computer when she moved quietly through the outer office to listen in to make sure the boss hadn't heard anything happening in the bathroom. Thus reassured, Noriko left the office and headed home. When he heard her leave, Lee smiled with satisfaction. He knew from experience with both her and past girlfriends that the treatment would be effective for two or three weeks, and during that time she would achieve some degree of permanent breast enlargement. As like as not, she'd be replacing newly obsolete bras before the month was out. When he was alone in the suite, Lee stood up and stretched. As he had a date that night to prepare for, he went to his (rather larger than Noriko's) bathroom, and undressed for a shower. Under the hot water, Lee daydreamed about his paramour for the evening, Therese. Ah, Therese, my lovely, with the nipples no bra is thick enough to hide, he thought. He pictured her in his imagination, a petite natural redhead with a cute face bejeweled with startlingly green eyes. There was a lot more that Lee appreciated about Therese: her good nature, intelligence, and artistic ability for starters. He'd more than once contemplated the advantages of seeing her exclusively, maybe even settling down to enjoy the comforts of home and hearth with her. He had to travel to conduct his interviews in person, and thought it would be wonderful if he could come back from a trip to a warm and lighted house and say, "Honey, I'm home!" But a part of him was not ready. With his telepathic abilities he found it easy to make new female friends, and the lure of sexual variety was still too powerful for him to give it up. Lee shaved his 5 o'clock shadow, and then dressed with understated elegance. A drive across town later, he knocked on Therese's door and was admitted by the smiling redhead. "Just let me put my perfume on," she murmured in her sexy contralto voice. He followed her as she went to her dressing table and embraced her from behind and kissed the back of her neck when she paused there. He'd been dating her for some time, and had taken the trouble to learn a good bit of her internal emotional language. He could sense a ready passion well up within her when his lips contacted the smooth, pale skin of her neck, and Lee decided he could be bold without risking introducing an incongruous thought. He projected a certain image at her right brain {a little girl hand, fingernails painted shocking pink, touching a smooth young slit, illuminated by a flashlight in the dark *}. Therese had first learned the secret of the clitoris in adolescence during a sleep-over with her best friend. After playing at make-up, putting on nail polish, and playing records, Therese and her friend had waited for the rest of the household to go to sleep, and then made a tent out of a blanket on the friend's bed. After pinky swearing Therese to secrecy, she'd taught Therese what she'd learned peeping in on her mother one afternoon. Therese's first orgasm had come while staring at her friend's demonstration in the glare of a flashlight in their tent. Even now, years later, Therese recalled the moment briefly whenever she decided to masturbate. So when Lee projected that image into her brain during this light foreplay, she seamlessly adopted it as her own perfectly natural decision to masturbate. Oh, she realized that fingering herself right then and there was being forward by her historical standards, but Therese had been intimate with Lee many times - she knew he wouldn't mind or be shocked. Quite the contrary, her left brain calculated he'd no doubt take it as an affirmation of his virility that she was so inspired by his touch. In any case, as her right hand reached under her skirt and into her black satin panties, she was completely oblivious that she'd been "nudged". As Therese pleasured herself, Lee had a perfect opportunity to give her a 'treatment' of the sort Noriko had received. While she buffed her pink pearl, Lee reached around to play with the oh-so-large and sensitive nipples that clearly made themselves known through her bra and her blouse. Nipples beyond compare, but crowning breasts that, when he'd first met her, barely deigned to fill an A-cup. He projected on an almost subliminal level {Therese as an adolescent, critically examining her nude torso in a mirror, the areoles puffy with pubescence *}. During a conversation during one of their early dates, Lee had watched the images Therese's mind had created as she talked of her own adolescence, and he had picked up on this one as being effective for stimulating breast growth. Over the months since then she'd had to discard and repurchase her entire stock of brassieres twice. All the time she was masturbating, Lee continued the treatment and nuzzled her. After she shivered with her climax, Therese said, "You seem to bring out the wild girl in me, Lee. I've never just started a date that way before." "I just appreciate you properly. Say, I was thinking that for dinner we should...wait a moment...oh, here are my keys." Lee knew exactly where his keys were - he was creating a moment for her to form a thought about what she'd like. {*an oriental-looking chef, with knives flashing}, he received from her. "I was thinking maybe...Japanese? My assistant told me where to get the best teppanyaki," he finished. "That would be perfect!" Therese exclaimed. "That's just what I wanted." "Good! Great minds think alike, I guess." As he held her coat gallantly, Therese adjusted her clothing discreetly. "I need to go shopping for bras again." She raised her voice and spoke to the ceiling, "Not that I'm complaining!" She glanced at Lee and explained with a naughty grin, "Just in case the titty fairy is listening." Lee smiled slightly behind her back as she preceded him through the door. * When they reached the lobby of the restaurant, Therese exclaimed, "Michaela!" A woman seated in the waiting area looked up at her, and assayed a wan smile. She had a bit of moisture around the edge of her eye, but seemed genuinely pleased to see Therese. Michaela stood up. She was beautiful of face and form, but in a very different way than Therese. Michaela was tall for a woman, blonde with blue eyes, and her features were elegant rather than cute. Also unlike Therese, Michaela already had a wonderfully full bosom that peeked suggestively from a daring décolletage. She came together with Therese, and the two embraced warmly. Lee was startled at what he perceived next. From Therese {* a dorm room at night, moonlight streaming in the window to illuminate Michaela's nude body, her hand between Therese's thighs}. From Michaela {* a dorm room at night, moonlight streaming in the window to illuminate Therese's nude body, her hand between Michaela's thighs}. A bit of Sapphic experimentation in your college years, eh Therese? he thought to himself. "What's wrong, Michaela?" Therese asked. "I've been stood up, for about the hundredth time. I've got the most thoughtless boyfriend in the world. I should have called it quits with him long ago." "Well I've got the most thoughtful boyfriend in the world. Lee, meet Michaela, who was my suitemate in college. Can we let her eat with us, darling? I'd really appreciate it," she finished with a winsome smile. "Of course!" Lee responded. "Any friend of Therese is a friend of mine," he said, and he shook Michaela's hand. They were escorted to their seats around the square, stainless steel cooking surface. Lee had the two women sit together, with Therese in the middle, and ordered drinks and kani su for them to start with. Then he let the women talk together without interrupting them. He immersed himself in the world of his sixth sense, pulling in their emotional images. In the back of both their minds was the scene he'd sensed earlier. They both remembered that evening fondly, and they both were curious about how the other felt about it now. An unsatisfied curiosity is scarcely an agreeable companion, Lee thought with a little smile. I should help them alleviate it...and be present for the denouement. The waitress came to ask all the diners at their counter what they'd like for their entrees. Lee said, "Michaela, you'll be my guest tonight, of course?" Michaela smiled at the display of consideration, something she got too seldom judging by the things she'd just been saying to Therese about her "as-of-this-very-night ex-boyfriend." Lee took careful note of what gratitude towards himself looked like in the emotional half of her mind. Then he let the women continue with their girltalk. Lee waited for a moment when the remembrance of their evening of the moonlit tryst moved to the front of Michaela's mind. He reached out with is thought and intensified the memory and helped it continue for just a little bit. Unbidden by her rational left brain, Michaela reached out with her hand just slightly, just enough to brush against Therese's thigh under the counter. Lee projected an image at Therese that he knew from experience would generate a flush of arousal. Then Lee intensified Michaela's awareness of Therese's body language, so that she would realize that the other woman had suddenly become aroused at the moment of contact. Michaela in her turn became aroused by the knowledge that she had affected her old friend so, and Lee memorized the images she created for herself during that realization. The waitress brought warm wet washcloths for the diners, and the notion of things warm and wet had in this particular time and place special associations for the two women. Therese's protruding nipples hardened for all the world to notice, and Lee with a gentle mind touch made sure Michaela noticed. He projected very faintly the image that signified a decision to masturbate at Therese, not enough that she would actually do it, but enough that her hand made a momentary move in that direction. Michaela saw that, too, and the thought that she wanted to masturbate as well crossed her mind briefly. But not so briefly that Lee missed seeing what image signified it. The chef appeared and began to cook the meal for the nine diners around his stovetop. He had good presentation skills and good cooking skills, and Lee seemed to be watching his show interestedly. But his concentration was on the women, his power not needing the attention of his eyes to function. When all eyes were on the pillar of flame that the chef created with flaming liquor over the seafood, and Therese "oohed" with the rest and touched Michaela's arm, Lee gave Michaela a bit more of a nudge. He flashed her very own "I've decided to masturbate" image at her, at low level and just for an instant. She reached for her crotch for just for a second before catching herself and returning her hand above the table. Her level of arousal soared as the realization hit her that she was already excited enough by this encounter to nearly commence fingering herself in public. In their Right Minds By the time dinner was done and Lee was signing the credit card voucher, the women were in quite a state indeed. The scent of 'woman in heat' was faintly to be noticed about both of them, but he said innocently, "Honey, if you'd like to take a rain check on the rest of the date and just have me take you and Michaela back to your house for coffee and more chat, I'd be fine with that. I'll even make sure she gets home all right later." "Thank you, sweetie! You're such a dear. Michaela, may I invite you to my place for a bit?" "I'd love to come," Michaela answered. Lee smiled and thought to himself, I know you'd both love to come, and with my help, you will. The three got into Lee's car. Michaela sat in the back seat, and Therese twisted around in her seat to be able to talk to her friend. Lee began to drive them back to Therese's house, but he kept a bit of his mind on the matter of keeping the women simmering. Additionally, he wanted to make sure he didn't get them so totally focused on each other that he was forgotten. Fortunately, Therese's position and mood lent themselves to his purpose. Lee projected at her {a hand moving a pile of panties in a dresser drawer, exposing a pink vibrator *}. Years ago, Therese had discovered and made surreptitious use of her sister's intimate toy - it was still her internal metaphor for erotic mischief. She reached out with her right hand and began kneading the bulge in Lee's pants with her fingertips. Lee looked at her in feigned surprise, and she gave him a sly "she can't see from this angle so it's OK" wink. Lee turned his eyes to the road and his mind to the back seat. He projected at Michaela, {an orchid with purplish-pink petals *}. Michaela's "I've decided to masturbate" image was very different from Therese's, but that wasn't surprising to Lee; every woman he'd dated had their own quite distinct way of thinking about that subject. Under the coat that was draped across her lap, Michaela began moving her hand against the soft fabric of her panties as much as she dared to while still keeping what she was doing hidden. Lee let his own hand drift over to brush lightly against one of Therese's breastbuds, keeping his hand below the level of the top of the seat and hidden from Michaela. Ostensibly, the women were talking seriously about what the other girls they'd known in college were doing now, but each was clandestinely becoming more aroused by the moment. By the time they'd arrived at Therese's house and gotten inside, the crotches of both women's panties were sopping wet with pussy juice. In the living room of her house, Therese turned to Lee and put her arms around his neck. "Thanks for being understanding," she said. Responding, Lee smiled and put his hands on the sides of her waist and gave her a discreet, little kiss. Just then, Michaela said, "No fair, I should be able to hug my old friend, too." She sidled up behind Therese and put her arms around the other woman, lower on her waist. Lee could sense Michaela's hope, that something would happen, but she was doing something that could be passed off as merely being playful if Therese made no response. Lee could also sense that Therese was thrilled by the sensation of being sandwiched between Lee and Michaela and also ached for something to happen. Lee decided to grant them their wish and make something happen, and he didn't even need to use the projective half of his power to do it. He just tilted his hands a bit, brought his thumbs upwards, and swiped them several times against Therese's fabulous nipples. Her body writhed and shivered reflexively, and Michaela took that as the invitation she was hoping for. She bent her head down and pressed her mouth against the back of Therese's neck, laving it with her tongue and then nibbling just a bit. Therese gasped in pleasure and pulled Lee closer. Now Lee could plausibly take that as further invitation, and he bumped his hips against hers. This nudged her back against Michaela, who bumped her back in response. For a long volley, Lee and Michaela played tennis with Therese's hips, humping her on each side in turn, bouncing her forwards and back. Lee was watching the images their minds were producing, waiting to do more for the moment when taking the initiative himself would enhance, rather than spoil the mood. When that moment came, he raised his hands a bit and moved them farther back so that he was caressing Michaela's generous breasts and Therese's back simultaneously. Michaela cooed happily at the sensation, and Therese gave Lee a naughty grin. They all had the same thought simultaneously, and not one of them needed telepathy to recognize it: The three of us are going to have sex tonight. Whereas Michaela had taken the initiative a moment before, now that the matter had been well broached it was Therese who decided to take things to the next level. She turned her body 90 degrees between the other two, hiked up her blouse and her bra, and used one arm on each of the others to guide their heads down to suckle on her dark pink teats. They were so large that teat was an appropriate word for them, and Lee loved having them in his mouth. From the blonde head sucking away on the adjacent one, he received an interesting image. Michaela was favorably comparing the nipple she was pleasuring to her invidious ex-boyfriend's cock. Lee projected at Michaela the image of the moonlight tryst, and supposing all the while that it was her own inspiration, she moved her right hand up under Therese's skirt. Michaela drew her fingernails against the damp satin she found there to stimulate the naughty bits hidden inside. Lee put his right hand under the same skirt from behind, and together Lee and Michaela touched and played and probed. Therese bore it as long as she could, then she pulled away a bit and took them by the hands. She guided them towards her bedroom saying slyly, "I need more from each of you than just being felt up!" Once she'd led them into the bedroom, Therese removed her top and bra in one smooth motion over her head. Lee had a better view for assessment than he'd had earlier, and he thought, My treatments are definitely working. Therese grinned, "Let me be a better hostess by making you more comfortable." She slipped behind Michaela and the zipper of the latter's white cocktail dress purred as it descended. As the dress fell around her ankles, Lee saw briefly in Michaela's mind {*a white marble Greek statue of a young woman, her wrists chained, her eyes downcast}. Let's tentatively tag that as a decision to be sexually submissive, he thought. Therese released Michaela's bra, freeing two fine orbs that sagged just enough to be interesting under their substantial weight. Lee judged that the garment that had restrained them had DD cups, and he fantasized a bit about what his special "treatments" could accomplish with such fine starting material to work with. Lee sent an image at very low power {Michaela playing with her own nipples *}. Sometimes someone's metaphor for a given action was the most obvious one. But often not, so when Lee was uncertain and wanted to test a reaction, he used the lightest touch possible. Prompting incongruous thoughts in people would be a chancy business. No one had ever come close to suspecting his talent, and he intended to keep it that way. The most dangerous exercise you can do is to push your luck, that's my motto. This time, though, obvious seemed to be correct - the tiny, faint seed image he'd planted grew as Michaela confirmed it internally as being natural to her, and she raised her hands and began to tug and pull on her nips. They weren't as large and sensitive as Therese's, Lee could sense, but more than adequate to enhance her experience of lovemaking. Therese slid Michaela's soggy panties down a pair of shapely thighs, revealing a naturally blond bush, much to Lee's delight. Michaela stepped out of her pile of clothing and posed provocatively for the others, still nipping at her own buds. Lee made use of his recently gained insight and flashed metaphors for sexual submissiveness at the two women and then guided them with his hands to sit on the edge of the bed. "Now that you've had dinner, I should offer you a show," he said. He gazed down at them with a confident masculine smile, while undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. Lee had a well-toned body, kept that way with the assistance of a very competent, generously compensated, and abundantly endowed athletic trainer who knew how to keep even vigorous exercise pleasant. He nudged his audience of two with their "I've decided to masturbate" cues, and watched their hands move to their moistened slits. He watched them with his full attention, because he wanted his member to be at its full attention before he revealed it. He also wanted to see what Michaela's mental metaphor for "I'm coming right now!" looked like. He advanced that issue by projecting the need to masturbate more strongly, and after a minute shoving Therese over the edge by showing her {a flash of pinkish light *}. Exposed to the cue that Therese had made for herself years ago, she climaxed to the accompaniment of an enraptured moan. When Michaela heard that sound, she, too, reached fulfillment and displayed {* a pink flower bursting into bloom}. Right after the women had had a chance to appreciate their orgasms fully and their attention was back on him, Lee dropped his pants and stepped out of them and posed a bit. As the women took in the sight, Michaela thought {* myself and Therese licking the opposite sides of Lee's cock}. At the same moment, Therese thought {* myself and Michaela licking the opposite sides of Lee's cock}. Lee himself thought to himself, It's my lucky day! Lee acted quickly to make use of this fortunate moment, slowly enhancing and brightening the mental image they were both holding of performing a blow-job duet. When he saw Michaela lick her lips hungrily, he knew the moment had come for the next stage. It was the time for action, not passivity, and Lee nudged them with their metaphors for sexual aggression that he'd seen earlier when they'd taken turns displaying initiative. For Therese it was {Therese on a stage portraying Lysistrata *}, for Michaela {a female panther in heat, stalking a mate *}. The two women glanced over at each other and realized from body language that they were on the same wavelength. They stood up together and pushed Lee onto the edge of the bed where they had just been. "Hey, I sense a conspiracy. What do you devious women think you're up to?" He knew a bit of half-hearted resistance would strengthen their aggressive mood without the need for a further mindtouch. For answer, the two women knelt in front of him, and moved in to apply their mouths to his member. Lee drew in his breath sharply, and made a little noise in his throat. Most of his reaction was real, but some was meant to encourage the girls in their efforts. He looked down to watch the lovely sight of the two beautiful women lavishing attention on his cock. Why don't more women recognize, 'the prick craves attention'? Lee thought. A duet like this is a potent fantasy for us men not because it feels better than a nice tight pussy would, but because the prick is being showered with attention. And shower it with loving attention they did. Especially because both women had moments when they evinced pleasure and pride in their own prowess as lovers, and when that happened, Lee noted the metaphorical images and magnified them subtly. As he watched, he remembered and old joke and stifled a laugh over the recollection. Doc, you've got to help me, I've got blotchy red marks all over my dick! 'I see that - apply this to your penis after sexual relations.' Oh, thanks, doc - is it some sort of anti-inflammatory ointment? 'No, it's cold cream to remove that lipstick.' Lee knew exactly what he was doing in magnifying their pride in being able to give him such pleasure. By the time he was close to his own climax, both of the women were steeped in the idea, "we're the best lovers in the world." Would the "best lovers" shy away from swallowing cum? Of course not! When they felt him tense for the denouement, this slid their lips to the head of his cock and licked the rim frantically. When Lee's spurting began, they took turns collecting the tangible proof of their talent in their mouths. Lee cuddled and kissed with the two women on the bed and considered what should happen next. Then sudden inspiration struck, something that might be possible only this once, and he decided to seize the moment. He rolled so that he could whisper in Therese's ear, and as he spoke he once again projected her metaphor for erotic mischief {a hand moving a pile of panties in a dresser drawer, exposing a pink vibrator *}. He started just lightly, but as he explained his idea, he ramped up the intensity of the projection strongly. A naughty grin spread over Therese's face, and she nodded her acquiescence. Then Lee projected a dose of submissiveness at Michaela, and said aloud. "We have a nice surprise for you Michaela. Will you lie right here? That's right...now if you could raise your knees...and let me slide this pillow under your bottom to improve the angle." Therese moved between Michaela's parted thighs, and Michaela smiled. She assumed from her position that cunnilingus for her was in the offing, and she relished the prospect. What she hadn't noticed was that Therese had harvested some of her own pussy juices and had used them to render her own large nipples both rigid and slippery. So it wasn't her mouth that Therese brought down against Michaela's wide-spread vulva, but her right nipple. The thing was long enough and wet enough to nudge its way past the entrance to Michaela's pussy and penetrate to its full length. Michaela's eyes widened with surprise, then she grinned, fascinated by the novelty. Of course, Therese's nipple was smaller than even the least of cocks that Michaela had known, but the very concept of a woman who could thus enter her was immensely arousing. Therese, who was supporting herself with her arms on either side of Michaela's waist, began bouncing up and down very slightly, so that her teat moved deeper and shallower within the moist tunnel that enclosed it by about a centimeter at a time. Although Lee never detected words, from the incredulous look on her face, he knew what Therese must be thinking: It really worked! I'm fucking another woman with my nipple! Lee was busy memorizing all the reactions of both of he women, and tentatively classifying their meanings. He didn't know if tonight's scene would ever be repeated, but he wanted to be ready. Michaela's vulva was being sweetly patted by the surface of Therese's breast as Therese bounced herself. It was relatively light stimulation, and probably wouldn't normally be enough to precipitate an orgasm, but Lee could do a lot with a little. He gently focused Michaela's attention on the stimulation that was present, and built up her appreciation of the erotic novelty. He shortly had her panting as the tension built up within her. Lee turned his attention to Therese briefly. He was surprised to note that the passion he'd evoked in Michaela was affecting Therese strongly. She was enthralled watching Michaela's rapt face, knowing what she was doing to her old friend. The eroticism of the scene was mixing with the lovely sweet feelings flowing into her right nipple from the embrace of Michaela's twat. In her right brain, Lee saw an image {* a pink glow glimmering and twinkling inside my right breast} Could she be thinking about reaching some sort of nipple climax? The possibility was startling but intriguing, and he kept the image that Therese had created for herself in front of her, slowly building it and clarifying it. In his imagination, the pink glow was growing brighter and more focused. His eyes told him that Therese was being affected by it in the right way; she looked exactly like a woman straining for an orgasm that was hovering just out of reach. Therese bounced herself more quickly, and Lee decided to give her quest some external support. He turned part of his mind to Michaela and sent her "I'm coming now" cue. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned inarticulately. Down below, her pussy pulsed with contractions 0.8 seconds apart, which Therese felt distinctly in her nipple. Therese realized that she'd made the other woman come, scarcely believing it though the evidence was undeniable. And as if that one impossible thing coming true suspended the rules, Therese's mind, fortified by Lee's power, created an orgasm for itself. {* a pink glow in the nipple contracting to a pinpoint, then flashing backwards and expanding to fill the breast behind it with light} Therese cried out in ecstasy, and bent her head down to rest on Michaela's tummy, just underneath the blonde woman's full bosom. Michaela took that head in gentle hands and cradled it tenderly as both women enjoyed their afterglow. Lee thought, Now that I've seen it happen once, my sweet, I'll be serving titty comings as regular part of your sexual diet! Therese sat up, a little unsteadily. Lee moved to support her and she shifted around and leaned her back against him. Out loud, Lee feigned incredulity and said, "Therese, did what I think just happened really happen?" "Oh yes!" she breathed fervently. "It was a little piece of heaven right here," indicating her wet nipple with a weary hand. "Thanks for suggesting it, honey." She grinned at Michaela. "Since his idea worked out so well, he should decide what we do next." Lee decided he needed a little more time for recharge before he could respond with a renewed erection, so he temporized again. He projected submissiveness at Michaela and told her, "Michaela, since Therese was so kind as to rub your pussy so sweetly, you have to return the favor. Kiss her lower lips using your own." Obediently, Michaela moved her hips towards Therese's and interleaved her long legs with the other woman's. The blonde thatch nuzzled up against the red, and the two pairs of lips began to move rhythmically against one another. Lee reached around Therese and brushed his fingertips against one of her nipples while he read the images the women's tribadism was evoking within their minds. Both of the women had decided internally to adopt some variant of his verbal metaphor in their emotional metaphor for this sexual act: the concept of the vulva as a kissing mouth, osculating with its like. The two women pressed their clits together, tenderly at first but then with gathering fervor. As he watched them, Lee was startled when he had an unusual notion. Could this encounter develop into a stable threesome? he wondered. He might have to devote himself exclusively to these two, he thought, to keep the emotional dynamic settled, but that seemed at the moment like an equitable trade off. He glanced over at Michaela's lovely large breasts, swaying hypnotically as she mashed her twat against Therese's. He imagined what they'd become after being stimulated to a bit of new growth by his power. He decided to learn as much as he could tonight while the present momentum endured in case it should prove possible and in case he ultimately decided he wanted it. In pursuit of that end, he nudged the women towards their orgasms. When they achieved it, Michaela swooned back onto the bed, and Therese drooped back against Lee. He thought, Now is the time to get them focused on me again. Fortunately for this intension, he was once again erect. It wouldn't do to let them get so wrapped up in each other that I'm the odd man out! In their Right Minds Lee gently disengaged himself from supporting Therese and moved on the bed so that the three of them formed a triangle. He deliberately posed a bit so the other two could see that he had a renewed erection that wanted satisfaction. Therese smiled delightedly, but from Michaela, Lee sensed faintly a particular image that she had not previously displayed. When Lee perceived {* a pair of pretty feet wearing golden high-heel pumps}, he glanced at Michaela's feet. They were silky smooth as though attended frequently with lotion, and they had been treated to an expensive pedicure lately. A golden band glittered on one of the toes to draw the eye. Lee thought, If she's got a little kink, accepting and indulging it might make a regular threesome more likely. He brightened Michaela's internal image, and cued her for sexual aggression. All the while, he smiled at her encouragingly. In a moment, Michaela's face suggested a decision had been made, and she skooched her bottom a few inches in Lee's direction, placed her hands on the bed beside her bottom for bracing, and lifted her luscious feet to his member. Their appearance as being soft and smooth was borne out by the reality, and Lee was startled at how nice it felt as she drew their undersides against his cock. She tickled him with her agile toes, then took his shaft between her arches and delivered a few firm and deft strokes. Lee turned his mental attention to Therese to see how she was taking it; he'd want to gently deflect continuation if she were distressed. Happily, Lee observed that she was not upset, but intrigued. In her mind he observed an image that suggested she'd like to receive some of Michaela's attention as well. Lee maneuvered himself so that Michaela wouldn't have to strain to reach his cock with her feet. Then he said to Therese, "Slide over here beside me, sweetheart, you've got to feel what our friend can do with these." The already interested Therese needed no prompting from Lee's power to comply, and bounced into the indicated position. Lee sensed a surge of pride and elation from Michaela that her little quirk was being accepted so readily. She shifted her left foot over to rest against Therese's red furred pussy and began to caress it. Her right remained against Lee's swollen shaft, and she used her toes as dexterously as another woman might use her fingers to dispense pleasure. Eager to initiate her new lovers into her little preference in way that would have them wanting more, she focused her attention and marshaled every drop of her skill in the art to make their experience as compelling as possible. Therese found that every little bit of territory normally hidden by her labia was being caressed by Michaela's questing toes. Over and over, their skillful pressure nudged her clit right to the edge of orgasm, then teasingly slid away to gather more moisture for another round. It wasn't hard for Lee to see and catalog the metaphor Therese created for herself that meant, "I want to have Michaela give me a foot job." Michaela's motion as her feet moved back and forth, up and down, did wonderful things for her bosom. Lee's eyes were captivated by the complicated way they moved: there were three standing waves undulating within her supple flesh. The nipples bobbed and bounced on that stormy sea fascinatingly. Lee sensed that even Therese was intrigued; he glanced over and saw that she also appeared half-hypnotized gazing at the taller woman's orbs. Besides the visual extravaganza, Lee's cock was treated to a variety of pressures and textures. Sometimes Michaela would flick the rim of his head with light toe-touches, sometimes she'd rub firmly with her sole, pressing the shaft against his tummy to provide a backstop. When Michaela finally saw a glistening drop form on the tip of his member, she allowed her left foot to put an end to teasing for Therese and vouchsafe her a splendid climax. Once Therese had enjoyed it to the fullest, Michaela devoted both feet to Lee by taking a firm grip on the middle of his shaft between her arches. A few seconds of vigorous pulling later, Michaela closed her eyes to bask in her pride at her skill as she felt the warm rain that indicated Lee had emptied his balls completely onto her feet. There was a touch of smugness in Michaela's smile as she surveyed the pair of lovers that lay before her, sexually exhausted. She appreciated the way they'd accepted her rare little preference, and felt warmly towards them. So when Therese roused herself to ask, "Michaela, you're not going to be wanting to have Lee drive you home, are you?" Michaela grinned archly and shook her head, 'no.' Therese scooted up the head of the bed and put out her hands invitingly to the others. Lee and Michaela joined her, and the three of them arranged themselves more comfortably on the bed for sleep. The women sandwiched Lee comfortably between themselves, and Therese gallantly turning Lee so that she embraced Lee from behind, and he in turn made spoons with Michaela. Therese reached back and doused the light, then put her arm around Lee. Lee brushed her hand fondly, and then placed his hand on Michaela's waist. Michaela took it and drew it around herself, tucking it comfortably around the curve of her breast, and smiled in the dark as she thought about her own curves with pleasure and pride. She'd been the first among her peers to develop as an adolescent, and had always enjoyed the male attention she'd received. Just before she dozed off, she fantasized having an even more impressive endowment. Snuggling up against her bottom, Lee also smiled. He had seen in Michaela's reverie for just a moment the image he could adapt to cause the enlargement she'd just silently wished for. Before he let himself sleep, he projected into her dreaming mind, setting her hormones in motion. * When the trio awakened the next morning, none of them knew exactly how to behave with the others. Incongruously considering how far their intimacy had proceeded, there was a substantial shyness. But Lee could sense that there was also interest - emotional and sexual both - in the air. Certainly he felt both. He fostered those sentiments in the women with feather-light mind touches as he reconsidered in the full light of day the idea that a stable threesome might be possible. It still seemed worth pursuing, on sober reflection. He didn't know all that much about Michaela yet, but all that he did know he liked. But in the end, Lee knew there had to be authentic desire for and acceptance of that outcome from both of the women or it wouldn't happen. With his power he could nudge and persuade and smooth over emotional rough patches. But he couldn't make someone an automaton, accepting anything, and he wasn't the sort of person who would do that even if he could. If it wasn't in them to share his attentions long-term, then it wasn't. But he did intend to put the case in the best possible light. So a little bit later while Lee was doing what he'd promised by driving Michaela home, he drew her into talking about herself. He was impressed to learn that she was an electrical engineer specializing in the design of wireless communication equipment. She expanded on the lamentable tale of her thoughtless ex-boyfriend a bit, and when she held in her mind images that compared Lee to the past in a favorable light, he strengthened them just a bit. When they arrived at Michaela's townhome, Lee said, "I'm seeing Therese regularly, so now that you've reconnected with your old friend, it could well turn out you and I will be meeting again. I've liked this morning, talking like this; I'd appreciate a chance to really get to know you." She dimpled in reaction, "I feel the same way." Her right mind produced for Lee to sense {* Lee embracing Michaela from behind, his arms around her waist}. "I'll say au revoir, then." * When he got to his office, Lee used the internet to wire a bouquet of flowers to Michaela. He selected the type of blooms and the overall cost of the arrangement with an eye to the emotional situation. He wanted to send the message to Michaela, "I'm a thoughtful fellow." When he told Therese about it, he wanted the particulars to announce, "I'm just being nice to your friend." Indeed, the next day when he kept the already made plans to meet Therese for lunch, he said, "I enjoyed meeting your friend Michaela. While I was driving her home I found out she has a graduate degree in engineering." "Yes. Back in school she was quite the brainiac. The last thing most people think of when they look at her, of course." "I had a 'Spring Flowers' bouquet sent over to her house. It's clear she's not had a lot of considerate gestures lately." "That was nice of you," she said, smiling at him. There followed a lull in the audible conversation, but Lee was following Therese's internal reverie with his talent. When she was thinking about the uncommon pleasures she'd been treated to by her old friend, he brightened the images subtly. When she was thinking about possible jealousy and other complications, he dimmed them a bit. After a minute, Therese said with a mischievous grin, "If Michaela's interested, how would you feel about another...'double date'?" * The following Saturday found the trio on a sailboat that Lee had rented. It was a fine day for it: sunny with a moderate, steady wind. Lee wanted there to be time and opportunity for conversation so he could get to know Michaela better. Over the previous few days he'd thought more about what he was looking for, and he'd only become more intrigued by the possibilities. He'd craved sexual variety, but really, how much did one actually need? This pair had one blonde and one redhead; one tall, the other short; one artistic, the other scientific; one busty, the other one on her way to becoming busty. Well...Lee knew he didn't want variety on that last point. The three talked while Lee guided the boat towards a distant island, and he was appreciating the two women more and more. At one point, Therese tugged at the top of her two-piece. "Now this doesn't fit any more. I swear my boobs are still getting bigger." Lee pretended to appraise her. "You know, I think you're right." "How could that be? I'm twenty-five; that should be behind me." Lee had a stock answer. "Sometime or other I read on the internet that in some women extensive nipple play can encourage late growth, and we've certainly done that lately. But beyond that..." he cleared his throat and affected his Dr. Leonard McCoy impression, "I'm an economist, Jim, not a doctor." The girls chuckled at his joke, and the subject was not continued. Lee could tell that Michaela, too, had changed a bit. Her bosom was slightly overflowing the swim top that had probably fit her exactly a week ago. He judged that there was a better than average chance that he'd be getting a closer look that evening. But how much more would there be? It occurred to Lee-the-economist that whatever happened tonight to Michaela's vagina was a "leading indicator" for the direction the relationship was taking. Playing around was one thing, but for a woman, actually coupling was another. Therese might find it hard to accept having Lee and Michaela take that step. If both women encouraged him to proceed to intercourse with Michaela, then his notion of establishing a ménage à trois just might be possible. The day continued as well as it had begun. And when one of the women looked on the other with a fond memory of their erotic evening together, he nudged them a little so they remembered it more clearly. When they got back to the dock, Therese looked at Lee with a wink and a conspiratorial look. "You know...Michaela and I need to wash off the sun screen. There's really only one place to do that properly." * Michaela gave a squeal of delight, and then splashed right into to the seven-spouted shower in Lee's penthouse. Therese and Lee followed her into the small tile-lined room in a more restrained manner, pleased at the blonde's reaction to their little conspiracy. Michaela stood there in the luxury of the spurting hot water flowing onto her body from every direction. Flowing into her mind from Lee's right brain was {a pair of perfect apples, sitting side-by-side on a shelf *} Motivated by Lee's artful imitation of one of her own metaphors, Michaela reached out through the whirl of water surrounding them to caress Therese's firm breasts. Therese shivered even though her body was as warm as could be. She responded in kind without being prompted, and even raised the ante by trying to lather Michaela's breasts with a bar of soap. Trying to build up many bubbles in the face of the spray of seven showerheads was ultimately futile, but Michaela was definitely appreciating the attempt. She cooed happily at the sensation of the smooth soap sliding across her pale skin. The women's mutual breastplay was a perfect moment for Lee to assess their self-images about their bosoms, and when he discovered that they still felt themselves to be less well endowed then their personal ideas of perfection, he subtly manipulated their mental imagery, administering a "treatment." Thereafter, Lee hovered around them like a honeybee tending to two blossoms in a rainstorm. He kissed their necks and shoulders by turns, and used his hands to stroke and tease their shapely behinds. By the time he turned the valves to end the shower, the women were as wet inside as they were outside. The mood that had prevailed in the shower persisted during the drying off afterwards, as both Therese and Michaela used Lee's big fluffy bathtowels as merely a luxurious new texture for stimulating each others globes. Each woman lovingly drew the soft terrycloth fabric across the nipples of the other, persisting long after every drop of bathing water had been dried away. Lee deliberately allowed himself to continue to be an adjunct to the women's play at this point, allowing the fellow feeling between Therese and Michaela to intensify for the nonce. He kept track of their emotional states passively, waiting until just the right moment to rouse them from their reverie and lead them into the bedroom. The need to do that didn't arise - Therese grabbed Lee and Therese by the hand and swept the two of them into the bedroom, giggling like a schoolgirl. She pushed them down on the bed, then leaped on herself. She snatched up a pillow and instigated a pillow fight by flailing about her with wild abandon. They all joined in the game, and the mood and the movement suited Lee's plan perfectly. In the rolling and grappling, he was able to place his hard-on seemingly inadvertently between Michaela's breasts. At that moment he perceived fleetingly {* a candle between two golden chalices} A little bit later, Lee rolled under Michaela and flashed that image back at her. A naughty smile spread across her face, and she planted her arms so as to fix Lee in position. She lowered her full breasts down upon his cock and stroked it with their wonderfully soft masses. Lee longed to surrender to the sensation at once, but he had to focus on Therese first. He wanted her to watch Michaela taking the lead and paying attention to Lee alone for a time. He cued Therese fairly strongly to play with her own nipples, and she settled down and sat there tugging on her teats. Her eyes were fixed on Michaela, fascinated. After a bit of teasing, buffeting Lee's member lightly with her breasts as she swayed side to side, Michaela maneuvered him to a position where she could use her endowment to better advantage. She used her hands on either side of her mammaries, pressing them inwards to compress the object of her affection. She bounced them up and down with a confident, firm stroke that revealed that this was not the first tittyfuck she'd lavished on a happy cock. Lee could tell that Therese was entranced, longing for the ability to do as Michaela was doing. She remembered the speculation that nipple play was causing the growth in her bosom, and she redoubled the frenzy she was unleashing on her long dark nips. She stroked them and rolled them between her fingers and thumbs, trying to will herself bigger as she did so. Lee was filled with an intense desire to let Michaela finish what she'd begun. He so wanted to dispense the pearl necklace that her luscious breasts were insistently demanding of him. But if his plan bore fruit, then he'd have plenty of other nights when he could have that pleasure. It was time to get Michaela focused on Therese while he still had a quite unmistakable hard-on. So when Therese made a moan of pleasure that caught Michaela's attention, Lee nudged the blonde's attention to the redhead's bush. Michaela briefly thought {* a hummingbird hovering before a pink orchid} Michaela's image was seized upon by Lee, who focused it, sharpened it, and fed it back to her. Subtly at first, then with increasing clarity, he projected the image Michaela had made for herself back into her mind. She gave Lee one last cuddle with her bosom, then broke off and moved towards Therese. Michaela pressed her friend gently down on the mattress and buried her face in red furred twat. Michaela had purposefully oriented herself on the bed so that she was aimed pussy forwards towards Lee as she ate out Therese. Her golden nether fur was shiny with the lubrication that oozed out of her. Her mind was forming the image {* a train entering a tunnel}. Lee thought, She's seen too many art films. But he was thrilled to see that she wanted and was ready for him to couple with her. Already Therese was moaning involuntarily from the sensations flowing into her from her clitoris expertly tongue lashed. Lee looked at her and asked disingenuously, "So...what should I do now?" Therese briefly spared him a tiny bit of her attention. "I think Michaela's lying that way for a reason." "Mm-hmm!" came a muddled confirmation from the area of Therese's muff. Bingo, thought Lee. He moved his body over Michaela's and nudged his member towards the girl-slit under her firm, round bottom. He paused there until she wiggled her hips in further unspoken invitation; then he slid himself into her hidden place. It felt wonderful to be enveloped completely by her welcoming womanhood. He lay above her, making love with long, rhythmic strokes. Therese raised her head briefly and smiled at him, then closed her eyes and let herself drift in pleasure once more. She reached down towards her hips and assigned each of her two hands to the task of caressing the head of one of her lovers. Lee knew the images that would take the women immediately to orgasm, and he showed them to his paramours time and again until they were both utterly sated. * Some months later, a taxi pulled up in front of a large suburban home. Lee got out and took hold of his overnight bag. He paid the cabbie and strolled up the sidewalk to the door. With a smile as wide as the world he went inside and yelled, "Honeys, I'm home!" "Lee!" came the response in stereo. From two different rooms popped his mates, delighted to see him. Since they had known what flight he was on, they had expected him and each had prepared for the moment by donning a satin bustier and nothing else. Michaela's garment was sewn from shiny golden fabric to compliment her blonde hair above and below. Therese was clad in scarlet red similarly. Lee had lately finished his project of bringing the mammary charms of each of the women to the size they subconsciously considered perfect. Michaela's merry widow was fitted with F-cups and she still filled them to overflowing. Therese's had DD-cups, but with her petite frame she proportionally appeared to be the more generously endowed. They both posed briefly so that Lee could feast his eyes. In their Right Minds The three of them had settled into a harmonious domesticity as if they were born for their roles. The emotional dynamic between them was so comfortable that Lee happily found that his power was only needful for ensuring that their lovemaking remained thrillingly memorable. Lee extended his arms and the women ran forward to embrace him. They snuggled the mammary masterpieces he had provided for them up against him in a way so as to suggest immediate male action. "Even on a short trip I miss you two terribly," Lee said, hugging them to him. "Just let me shower to get the smell of airport off of me, and I'll greet you properly." The women disengaged reluctantly. "We'll be waiting for you," Therese said. She turned to Michaela. "You can come with me to the bedroom while we wait." "I think you really mean, 'You can come with me in the bedroom while we wait,'" Michaela replied with a sly smile. The two held hands as they padded off on bare feet towards the bedroom. Therese looked back and smiled warmly at Lee and told him, "Hurry along dear so we don't get too far ahead." Lee moved smartly towards his shower, answering, "Are you kidding? Anyone who would keep you two waiting wouldn't be in their right minds!"