My Depraved Mind


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Stories may contain depictions �of �Incest, Rape, Pedophilia, Bestiality, and other content meant for the open minded.
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Head Games

Chapter #3


Monday arrived quickly as the sun once again tortured my retinas. I made it to the bus on time and anxiously awaited Jessie's stop. Once again she sat next to me, and we jabbered the rest of the way to school. I was bombarded upon stepping off of the bus. Everyone wanted all the gory details of the lightning strike. No one seemed to genuinely care for my well being, they just wanted details to gossip about.


My first period class was waste of time, and I couldn't wait to try some things. I manipulated the class and teacher into not realizing I was not there and left. One of the freshman girls PE classes has just finished with roll and were heading for the locker room. I made myself invisible... well not really invisible but I tweaked their minds not to notice me. So for all intensive purposes they could not see me.


A fourteen year olds dream. Walking around a room of fourteen and fifteen year old girls, in various stages of development. They were all changing from their school clothes and into gym uniforms. Not a lot of nudity to be had as most kept their undergarments on. After a few minutes they left for the gym. I sat close by as they played volleyball until it was time to leave. I was sure to make the coach shout "Everybody showers!"


I took position near a shower station that was out of order. This way I was in the shower room where I could see everyone clearly and stay dry. The shower room was one big open room with showers all around the perimeter. It was void of any modesty partitions. As they undressed they made their way into the room and began showering, I noticed that the variety was incredible. Short, tall, fat, thin, blonde, brunette, flat, D cups, pubic hair, and bald. I found myself hard as a rock.


I took out my cock, watching the girl at the station right next to me. She was close enough I could have reached out and touched her. She was a petite black girl, nice and filled in. She had jet black hair typical of her race, nice shapely tits, B cups I would guess, topped with areolas that still held some of their conical shape, but for the most part were developed. She had a gorgeous round ass. But, what took my breath away was watching her shaven pussy spread open when she bent over to wash her legs and feet. This obscene yet erotic sight had me blowing loads onto the floor at her feet to be washed away. Oh yeah Paul this year is going to be great, I said to myself.


Happy and relieved, I made my way to second period. There wasn't much need of my powers there, mainly because Jessie was in the class with me. Unfortunately for us is was Ms. Piker's class and she was pretty strict. I could have made her not hear and ignore us. But, I had an idea. I focused on Jessie, and thought to my self, Good morning pretty red head girl. Jessie looked around startled, wondering if the whole class heard me. Only you can hear me. All you have to do is think about what you want to say and I can hear it.


She looked over at me, and her words came to me clear as a bell, I thought you said you wouldn't mess with my head?


I promise I have never messed with your head. I have not changed your memories or made you do anything. I just thought this was much safer than passing notes. I replied, watching her expression. I hoped I had not pissed her off.


Well then, Good morning. Can you hear all my thoughts? Sometimes it seems my mind is full of random thoughts. She asked


I thought carefully about my response and replied, I could if I wanted, but no I only want to hear what you have to say. Anything else I would consider messing with your head. Saturday when I said that about loratab was the only time. I just did that as proof so you would believe me. How was the rest of your weekend?


Eh...well just eh. Her expression turned somber. Your house was so relaxing, then I went home. My sister is having a hard time, and my father is always spitting fire and brimstone at her. Then he started on me. It was funny in a way he wasn't upset I stayed the night because he allowed me, but I did get the birds and the bees talk again. If you fornicate before marriage you are a harlett...bla...bla...bla. He had Marcy and I both injected with that five year birth control last year. Not for our well being, but to prevent embarrassment to him and the family. He can be a real asshole. Sorry for ranting.


I am so sorry, next time I will loosen his ass up a little. Maybe I could help Marcy too. You said there was good that could be done with these powers. I don't mind listening, if you need to vent, you go right ahead. But I'm still sneaking in the girls locker room and other pervy stuff.


She cut loose a snort unable to hold back her amusement. Suddenly the whole class was looking at her along with the teacher. Jessie's pale skin turned nearly the same color as her hair.


"Ms Jessica, would you care to share what is so funny since you disrupted class?" Ms, Piker scolded.


"No mam, I'm sorry it was just a random thought." Jessie replied.


Walking to our next class Jessie slugged me in the shoulder. Playfully scolding me for getting her yelled at. We also discussed what I had said about helping her sister. I told her I could make her sister not desire drugs and alcohol at all, or I can do that along with making the whole family not remember it ever being a problem, and try to bring peace to the family. She wanted to think on it a while.


The rest of the day and week went well. I just had one nagging problem. I wanted to fuck! I knew it would be easy enough to accomplish. The problem was I can control their minds, therefore I could control their bodies to a certain extent. This is however, high school, these are young women. There is no way to make them forget pregnancy! The only two girls I knew on birth control were Jessie and her sister. Jessie I would only have sex with her consent without tampering with her head. Marcy on the other hand was a possibility.


Friday Jessie and I discussed in length what she wanted.


"Our thoughts, memories, and experiences make us who we are. I want Marcy cured but her memories intact. My parents really are good people, so do the same with them. Just make them loosen the noose a little. You think it's possible?" She said, seeming happy to get it off of her chest.


"I think I can do that. But, it will cost you." I replied. She looked at me worriedly.


"Uh...OK... what?"


"I get to stay at your house this time." I replied with a grin.


She breathed a sigh of relief. "Deal." We both chuckled about it awhile. We gabbed some more on the bus before getting off at our respective stops. As soon as I got home I dumped the contents of my book bag on the floor and repacked it with clothes for the weekend. After making things OK with my parents, I had mom drop me off at Jessie's.


Jessie's father Mike answered the door, with his wife Ellen close behind, delighted to see me since I had made them think I was the perfect trustworthy boy scout and could do no wrong last weekend. I sent a thought to Jessie to stay put for a couple minutes. I sat and had casual conversation with the pair, the whole time probing and changing behaviors and feelings unbeknownst to them.


I politely excused my self and asked Mike to point me to Jessie's room. I tapped on the door, she quickly opened it...


"Well how did it go?" Jessie asked excitedly.


"I think I may have accidentally turned your parents into bumbling retards." I said with as serious of a face as I could.


"Paulllll come on, do you think it worked?" She pleaded. "All is fine. Your dad is still religious, but now sees things more moderately. Believe it or not your mom was already pretty easy going, she just followed your dad. In the near future your dad will probably corner you to apologize."


We sat and did homework, talked, and watched TV most of the evening. After dinner that Mrs. Ellen made, Mike asked Jessie to stay behind for a minute. I went back to her room but listened in through Jessie.


Mike was silent for a minute, pondering what to say. Then he began:


"Jessica, I have done some soul searching, and reevaluated some of my positions. Since you were little I have always kept you under thumb constantly preaching my beliefs. I did the same to your sister, I fear driving her to revolt the way she has. Telling you sex is going to land you in hell is cruel of me, so is scaring away every boy that has talked to you. To mandate your clothes be overly modest in comparison to the changing times. I can't keep you locked in a tower. I want you to go shopping and buy clothes that you like. But please don't give an old man a heart attack." Mike paused and took a deep breath. "For me to tell you not to have sex until marriage is such an archaic belief, I wish you would wait. But, if you decide to, make sure you are safe, make sure you love the guy, and if you ever need anything, come to me without fear of judgment. OK?" He let out a breath when he was finished.


Jessie Sat silent in shock for a moment, with her eyes welling up. She then lunged forward wrapping her arms around her dad's neck. They hugged for what seemed an eternity.


"Daddy...what if it's a girl...not a guy?" She asked trying to withhold her grin.


They both stared at each other for a moment before her face cracked, and they both bust out in laughter.


"Sorry I had to do it. Thank you. I love you daddy."


Jessie was so bubbly, practically walking on air when she returned to her room. She wrapped me in a hug and extended her head. I assumed she was going for another peck on the cheek. Instead she locked lips with mine, and gave me a long loving kiss. I am sure it was the best kiss either of us had ever experienced at our age. She slowly backed away.


"I am not sure I am ready for more yet. But, you deserved that. Thank you." She said softly weeping.


"No problem. Enjoy your freedom. Since Marcy doesn't go to church, when you and your parents leave I will stay and set her right for you. Maybe I'll earn another!"


Jessie giggled and hugged me once more. We nuzzled close watching tv the rest of the night until we both fell asleep.


I enjoyed spending the weekend with Jessie. Sunday rolled around quick, and she was off to church with her parents. Now was the opportunity I was waiting for. Just outside of Marcy's door, I fiddled with her head as promised. She no longer craved drugs nor alcohol. Yet she remembered her life's lessons. I also planted the idea that she had the hots for me and desired to fuck my brains out.


Not ever seeing Marcy other than the pictures in Jessie's room. I tapped on her door. She answered cordially as I had already altered her mind to like me. She was just as gorgeous as her sister, red hair, greenish eyes, definitely more developed, yet not as toned. She was almost frail looking, the drugs had taken a toll on her body. She was still very attractive though.


She leaned down and gave me a kiss, not soft and loving but one that sent a clear message of lust. She wasted no time dropping the bathrobe she was wearing to the floor. They she stood in her full glory. Pale white skin, full C cups topped by soft pink aerolas with slightly darker nipples resting atop standing hard. Tracing the freckles down her belly past her navel, my jaw fell open. Yes it is true the carpet does match the drapes when it comes to red heads. The hair was trimmed neatly, and her labia hung from between, still taught and inviting. Marcy wasted no time helping me out of my clothes. This was my first time, I had no idea what I was doing, but I was hard as iron and knew I was going to like this. She dropped to her knees and took me completely in her mouth. Not using her hands at all she took me tip to balls. My fourteen year old anticipation won out. "Marcy...I...I...I'm...ahhhhohhhh" I groaned. I unloaded ropes of pent up teen spunk into her waiting mouth, where she took and swallowed every last drop.


She rolled back onto her bed and spread her legs wide giving me a perfect view of her sex. "Your turn, eat me, play with my clit, make me cum!" She pleaded. I had seen it on the internet many times. I just dove in and did my best. The aroma and her freshly showered scent once again made me hard in no time flat. I was going at it wildly like the Tasmanian devil. She placed her hand in the sides of my head and slowed me, directing me to the right spots. The first time my tongue came in contact with her clit. Her body jumped and she cooed. I knew I had found what I was looking for. I licked and ran circles around it. I saw something on the internet about licking the alphabet, so I tried that too. Before too long her legs snapped shut on my head like a bear trap while her body was rigid and trembling. A minute later she opened back up and her pussy was absolutely dripping.


She squeaked out through her heavy breathing, "Fuck me now!" I needed no more invitation. I positioned myself between her legs. I aligned and pressed forward. I groaned at the feeling of my cock being wrapped in her soft velvety sheathe. I started moving back and forth slowly, enjoying the feeling. She reached down to play with her clit and stammered "No...fuck me hard, pound my pussy hard." I complied and began slamming her as hard and fast as I could. I knew I couldn't last long at that pace even though I had just cum minutes earlier. She was frantically strumming her clit, as I pounded furiously. I felt my balls tighten and my load rise from the depths. I don't know for sure who made who cum, but we did it together. I shot streams how ho jizz into her womanhood. All the while her orgasm was squeezing and milking my member for everything It had.


We both collapsed on the bed spent. I had her go shower. While she was showering I altered her memory, so she wouldn't remember our sexual session, and I snuck out to get cleaned up before Jessie returned.



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