The night before, Edward had had a vivid, almost too realistic dream that he was walking on water. He could see the ripples in the moonlight, he could hear the flies buzzing around in the crisp fall air, he could feel the wind in his rumpled hair. Someone was telling him that he was blessed, that things would be different. It was like a whisper, but fuller- it was quiet, but commanding. Edward couldn’t see behind him, but there was light coming from behind him, white, blinding light that made it hard to see the landscape in front of him. There was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder almost the whole time, giving him a sense of comfort and relaxation. Something made him think that life would be different.

Edward was jerked from his dream by a car horn blaring in his ears. A red sedan screeched to a halt, and he realized he had kept walking through a busy intersection. He sheepishly nodded his head and jogged to the other sidewalk, the sedan’s driver screaming obscenities at his back. He arrived at the front door to his building, and stopped. Looking at his reflection in the glass, he took a deep breath. Life is going to be different someday, he thought. Hang in there.

The lobby was about as bustling as a computer company’s lobby could be. Edward walked through the lobby, and as usual, no one noticed him. He stopped. There went Jenna Derinson, glowing with beauty against a dark backdrop. Her shimmering blond hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled in the daylight, her full lips glistened. She was perfect. She wore a bright red tank top that showed off her perfect abs, the diamond belly button ring, the lines of her hips. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing with her hurried step, the perfectly tanned skin stretching with their movement. Her long, slender legs were covered with skintight red pants that hugged her hips for dear life, and made her backside look like it had a mind of its own. She walked by Edward without any sign of acknowledgement of his existence. Life is going to be different, he thought.

He sat at down at his desk, and almost immediately the phone ring. Fuck, he thought. Edward would’ve been able to fantasize about Jenna’s ample cleavage for at least an hour. For some reason, annoyance welled up in him, turning slowly to frustration with each ring of the phone’s bell. Every mounting tone made his mind more and more focused on his rage- his job was shit, his social life was shit, his talents were shit, his motives were shit, and he couldn’t even get a moment to wallow in self-pity. The phone stopped ringing.

Edward paused. It had only been four rings, and his voicemail always picked up after the eighth. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a dialtone. The caller ID informed him that it had been Jeff calling; Jeff was his boss, and Jeff was a dick. Jeff wouldn’t hang up before reaming Edward out for something- for anything. The phone rang again. Marla Kosorloff showed up on the caller ID. Marla from accounting. Edward didn’t want to talk to Marla. The phone fell silent. He started sweating. He did that whenever he was slightly nervous. He thought for a second. I want my aunt to call right now, he thought. His aunt lived in South America , and she- the phone rang. Edward waited for the caller ID to tell him who it was. UNLISTED CALLER sprung up on the digital screen, and Edward sighed, reaching to pick up the phone. He stopped. The number was an international one. He picked up the receiver, listening to the caller on the other end of the line. “Aunt Rita? I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Edward put the phone down quickly, and stood up, pacing in his cubicle and cracking his knuckles, another nervous habit.

Alright, he thought, I want a cup of coffee in my desk drawer. With cream and sugar. Nothing happened. He could hear the whir of the Xerox machine in the office. He sat down in his chair. He opened his desk drawer, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted upwards into his nostrils. Packages of sugar and cream were neatly arranged next to the cup in the drawer. He slammed the drawer shut. Coffee seeped through the cracks of the drawer. I need thirty thousand dollars to be right on the desk, he thought, right next to the keyboard. He continued to gaze at his computer. Nothing happened. He sighed. I’m going nuts, he thought, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, a stack of crisp 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band lay on the desk in front of him. Next to the keyboard. He didn’t bother counting it. I want a letter of promotion to be given to me right now, he thought, delivered to me- and by Jenna Derinson. “Edward Nox?” someone said behind him, a petite feminine voice with a slight British accent. And I want her tank top to break, he added. He whirled his chair around. There was Jenna, standing with one hand on her tan waistline, the other holding a manila folder, shining with an almost neon aura of physical attraction. Well, he thought, two out of three ain’t bad. He stared at her chest, marveling at the indentations her nipples made in the red fabric, rejoicing in the fact that the tight material made it evident that she had a piercing of some sort on both breasts. “Yes?” he replied. “This is from Jeff Michaels,” she said, visibly disgusted by Edward’s physical appearance. She stepped forward, and reached out to place the folder on his desk next to him. With an almost inaudible snap, the spaghetti straps on both sides of her tank top gave way, and the stretchy fabric shriveled down towards her waistline. Her huge breasts bounced free, seeming almost, unbelievable, larger. They were perfectly tanned and voluptuous, and there were diamond studs on both of her nipples. Her bare skin smelled like strawberries, and incredibly fresh scent that made Edward think of spring. She yelped and covered herself, rushing out of the cubicle, towards the ladies room. Edward smiled, the first time in years. He had suddenly had a revelation. The dream was real. Something made him think that life would be different.

            He stood up, and walked towards the ladies room. He stopped short at the door. He wished he could see through walls. Jenna was inside, standing at the sinks in front of large mirrors, fumbling with the spaghetti straps on her shirt. She sighed, and settled with pulling the tight fabric over her breasts in a tube-top fashion. She washed her hands, grimacing at something. Probably me, Edward thought. What I wouldn’t do to have her be attracted to me. In the bathroom, Jenna’s face was instantly cleared of the grimace, replaced suddenly with a slight smile. He channeled his thoughts, sending every feeling of lust and sexual desire he could possibly muster towards the shapely blond woman standing in tight clothing in the ladies’ restroom. The response was decidedly more than Edward had anticipated. Jenna gasped in air violently, her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself. She yelped, a surprisingly attractive exclamatory sound. “Holy shit,” she murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. Edward was entranced. He focused his emotion again, and sent another wave in her direction. She screamed in pleasure, teetering backwards through a stall door, and fell into a seat on the toilet. “Good god,” she said aloud, “what the fuck is going on?” Edward could see her perfectly, noticing a silver stud on her tongue. He put his hand on the door, and stopped. How could he do this? He was a skinny computer programmer, and she was a blond knockout. He gritted his teeth, forcing some composure and confidence into himself. Edward smirked when he thought about how much he could do. It’s like I have a nine inch dick, he thought to himself, pushing the door open. He stopped after the first step, and looked down. He could see the slight outline of the head of his penis, almost halfway down his thigh. “Who is that?” Jenna said loudly, and Edward realized she could see him in the mirror. Fuck, he thought, his mind racing. “Uhh,” he stuttered. “I-I just wanted to see if you needed any help.” He frowned in the silence. I shouldn’t have said that, he thought. That was stupid. “Actually,” came her reply, “I could use a hand.” Edward paced to the door of the stall. Jenna was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back against the wall, sweat on her brow. Edward swallowed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to do so much to her. Instantly lust sprung into his head, and almost accidentally, he let it seep out of his mind and into hers. What should I do, he thought, should I make a move, or should I set myself up for later? He stopped short. Jenna was moaning loudly, breathing shortly, and writhing on the seat. Her left hand lifted up to her chest, her red painted fingernails stroking one of her nipples, which were standing on end. He could’ve sworn that the piercings were going to tear through the stretchy fabric. He realized his thoughts had become so strong that they were affecting her, and not just in waves. It was like he had turned on a beam of power, and she was enjoying it. She moaned again and again, her voice elevating to short screams. Her right hand pressed against the side of the stall while her left hand continued to massage her enormous breasts, squeezing and tugging. Edward stared intently as her hand moved from her chest down to her stomach, down towards her waistline- and then he lost concentration. She stopped, and sat up, breathing heavily. She was sweating bullets, her beautiful blond hair matted to her forehead. Jenna brushed the hair out of her face and smiled. “What’s your name again?” she asked. “E-Edward,” he said. “Well, Edward,” she replied, smiling, “it looks like you’re enjoying this. He looked down, and his pants were like a pup tent, his member throbbing against the black Dockers. He started to stutter and excuse when her right hand reached out and touched the bulge in his pants. He gasped, and his excitement boiled over to her. She sucked in air, taking her hand away for a second. Jenna took a deep breath, and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. She unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with those deep blue eyes, her lips pursed together in a slight smile. The instant she unbuttoned the pants, he placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through his hair. Should I have done that? he thought. She smiled, and pulled his Dockers down to the floor. His penis sprung out of its cage, bouncing in front of her face. Her smile vanished, and she looked up at Edward, her eyes wide with amazement. “I’ve never had…” she started, mumbling “…so big…” She looked at it again, tilted her head sideways for a second, and then leaned in, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his penis, and he exploded with excitement. She moaned in excitement as well, her pleasure muffled by the member engorged in her mouth. She moved her head in further, and Edward felt the head of his penis plunging further and further into her mouth and into her throat. Her left hand left his bare thigh to pull down her stretchy tank top to her waist. Her breasts bounced free once again, her nipples erect, the diamond studs shimmering in the bathroom light. Her hand massaged her bare breasts, squeezing the huge, perfectly tanned mounds while she performed. He leaned his head back, his moans of pleasure mixing with the slurping sounds she gave off while she worked. Edward looked down at her blond hair, her huge tan breasts, her perfect ass, and felt himself climaxing. He gasped. She screeched, but it came out more as a gurgle. I never want this feeling to end, he thought to himself, every muscle in his body spasming. He continued to see blinding flashes of pleasure, intertwined with the vision of her wide eyes as he continued to ejaculate. He watched her swallow load after load, his mind spinning, his penis twitching. She gasped for air, pulling her head back. He continued to come, as did she. Edward shot load after load of milky white semen at her, splashing her tight nipples with liquid, dripping all over her stomach. She leaned back, running her hands through her hair, screaming in pleasure, as she was showered in creamy liquid, splashing all over her face and hair. Squirt after squirt came, the gobs of cum dripping off her hands, and her body throbbed as she came, in perfect synchronization with Edward’s spasming. He finally made it stop, his chest heaving in exertion. Jenna collapsed down, her stomach rising up and down with her heavy breathing, the pools of cum dripping onto the floor. They both were silent for what seemed like hours. “I’ve never come from a… well, giving a guy a blowjob,” she murmured. Edward looked down at her. Life was going to change.

part 2 by request

She glanced at the mirror and purred softly a moment as she slid a finger into her little slit and swirled it around, her eyes were locked upon the site of her finger pushing into her body when she saw the mirror ripple slightly and her reflection looked as if there was something else overlapping. She gasped and sat up straight, her eyes locked on the mirror as she pulled her blanket over her body as her own image faded away and left behind the image of a very cute guy. This guy had a dark tan complection and wavy blond hair. She let out a scream as she bolted from her bed moving to the door.

The guy pounded his hands on the mirror as she tore out of her room screaming loudly, running smack into her mother. Her mother grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her concerned. "Honey what is it?" "There is a guy in my room, a guy in my..." she pointed to her room and her mother went running inside looking around. All that was there was her empty mirror her bed, and her open window. Her mother leaned out of her window looking down at the ground and saw no one. "Honey there isn't anyone here... Paul Paul.." She yelled as Kathy's father came tearing in. "Paul.... Kathy says she saw a man in her room..." Her father waisted no time as he bounded down the stairs to check around the house.

After several moments, and Kathy now dressed her father returned. "He must have gotten away, I'm calling the police, what did he look like." Kathy gave a description and then sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She didn't dare say she saw him in her mirror, it was probibly just his reflection from the window anyways.

Her father made a report and that was that. Kathy went to finish unpacking the last of her boxes from their move here. She was left alone in her room now, after her window had been shut and locked. Kathy's mother talked about getting her some nice curtains so even if the blinds were up, no one could see inside.

Kathy stould a moment, inspecting her mirror, they had found it in the house and Kathy just fell in love with it, her mother said perhaps with some refinishing and a new stain it would look very nice, and agree'd to let Kathy keep the mirror.

Kathy slid her fingers over the glass, and then started looking behind it. "Yep, just his reflection from my window. She said simply as she pulled the blinds and moved to lock her door. "I'm so randy now... christ... just a moment and it will be all better." she murmered as she moved to slide on her bed. She undid her jeans shorts and slipped them off her hips, along with her panties.

Her fingers once again went down to her pussy, as she bucked her hips around impatiently. She was horny as all hell this time. Her fingers dipped right into her slit as she closed her eyes and started to push deep into herself as she gave a moan into the air. Her eyes opened again as she looked to see her finger and pussy in the mirror but again, there was the guy. She jumped and sat up quickly, her and moving away. Her eyes went to the window but nothing, there was no one there looking in, her window was closed, the blinds pulled. The guy placed his hands on the mirror from the inside, and looked at her with lust.

She felt herself grow wetter, as she shuddered and looked at him back moving to slide her finger over her clit now and watch him. He licked his lips and pressed against the glass more, pushing hard as his hands started to slide through slightly, and all Kathy wanted was to get closer to him. She slid off the bed and walked slowly his way, her eyes never leaving his as she came right up infront of him. His hand reached out as far as it could go and grabbed her breast squeezing and pulling at her nipples causing waves of exstacy to course through her body. She let him continue to play with her breasts as she moaned and flicked her clit. For a while all she could do was feel his hands on her breasts, shoving and pushing them around as she continues to pound her pussy with her finger, then one of his hands slid down and batted her's out of the way.

His hand then slid down to her pussy, sliding over her folds as he went right to work. His finger pushed into her, while his thumb swirled over her clit, sending her waves of excitement to course through her body. It didn't take long before her juices were flowing down her legs and her muscles were spasming around his finger. She gave a gasping moan from her lips and shuddered leaning against the mirror, pushing her skin close to the rippling glass until she felt his mouth lock on her breast. She gasped and moaned more as he started to suck and flick her nipple with is tongue. His hand left her cunt and moved to her waist, holding her tightly to the mirror for a moment as his mouth teased her breast, then after a moment he turned her around forcefully, one hand bending her over at the waist while the other gripped her hip tightly. She felt his something nudge her cunt, pushing at her folds as she squirmed and gaspsed.

Half of her mind wanted him to do it, to push into her body, while the other half was screaming stop, don't do this. She felt so confused as he started to spead her pussy lips with his cock. She then pushed herself forward tearing herself from his grasp as she fell to the floor, crawling twords her bed. She turned around and looked at the mirror seeing him frustrated and angry, as his hands slid back through and started pounding on the mirror again until he faded. She layed there on the floor panting unsure what to do for a long moment, before she slowly slid her clothes back onto her body.

Kathy spent the rest of the day avoiding her room, she helped her mother unpack the kitchen items, then helped her father unload his tools. Soon dinner was done and over with, and the late night movie was over with. Her father stould up and yawned, pulling her mother to her feet. "Alright troopers, bedtime, we got a busy day tomarrow.." he announced as he headed for bed. Her mother followed "Nite Honey, you sleep well." Kathy nodded her head and slowly crawled to her room. 

The girl poked her head in first and saw nothing, so she slid in all the way shutting her door and moving to pull on her night gown. She watched the mirror like a hawk, afraid of something coming through it, though it was silly, she knew it was just her imagination earlier... she was just to involved in her pleasureing herself she let her mind get away from her. She rationalized it as she started to undress.

As soon as she was naked, the guy returned and watched her with lustfilled eyes. But she ignored him, and pulled on her night gown, moving to her bed to crawl under her blankets. "Your not real. "She announced as she turned her back to the mirror and closed her eyes.  She layed there a long while as she shifted around trying to get comfertable, but at the same time not look at the mirror.

The hours ticked by and finally Kathy felt sleepy, and started difting off. The first thing she felt was a cool breath on her ear, and the sound of whispers. "I want you.." it murmered to her, as she then felt the cool tickle of kisses on her neck.

Kathy moaned softly, her body unable to help it. The kisses moved down from her neck to her shoulder, as she felt hands press onto her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, causing her to moan some more as she rolled over onto her back, her eyes still closed. The front of her night gown unbottoned as the cloth was pulled away from her breasts, and soon her nipples felt as if they were being sucked upon. Kathy felt around trying to feel who was doing this to her body, but felt nothing at all. The mouth sucked and pulled upon her breast and them moved to the next one, doing the same.

As the mouth sucked upon her skin, Kathy could feel her night gown being pulled up her body, moving to bunch around her waist, as a hand moved her panties aside so it could tease her cunt, and probe her insides. All she could do was moan and buck wildly against the touch as her juices started to drip out of her body again. The mouth then moved from her breast and lowered down to her cunt, licking past her panties to get at her folds.

All Kathy could do was moan, as the tongue flicked and drove into her clit and drove deep into her folds teasing her over and over again as her fluids started to drench her skin. "More..." she moaned into the air, bucking her hips over and over again as she gasped loudly. "More... more.." was all she could manage to say. Soon her lips were covered with a mouth, it felt like a mouth atleast but when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything at all over her, kissing her and shoving it's tongue down her throat. She felt the cock again at her folds, pushing itself forward with out warning this time as it shoved deep into her body.
It felt tight, stretching her and burning deep inside as she gave a muffled wimper over the ghost tongue that was swirling around her mouth. She wanted it to stop now, as the pain flooded her, it was no longer feeling good. She pulled her head to the side, but the mouth wouldn't leave her, it remained locked on her lips. The cock started to pound into her body pushing deeper and deeper into her as she started crying out in pain. It was burning deep inside, and hurt like hell, all she could do was cry and lay back as the ghost just pounded in her over and over again.

Eventually the pain subsided and the burning went away as the cock had her so stretched, tingles shot through her skin, as she could feel the tightness rub against her pussy lips, now coursing her with pleasure. She bucked her hips up and started to rock her body as the cock went on and on.

Kathy's muscles started spasming around the ghost cock, as she found her self exploding inside. She shuddered and gaspsed against the ghost mouth as it continued to lick at her tongue and suck on her lower lip. The cock continued to pound away into her tightly stretched folds, pushing her further and further along in her own orgasm.

Kathy squirmed and thrashed around as she panted heavly, bucking against the cock over and over again as she tried to burry it so deep inside her body, as the cock continued to pound at her folds not stopping for anything.

After a moment as she continued to plunge deep into her own orgasm, the waves of pleasure not letting up at all, she started to feel her breath get sucked right out of her lungs, as if the mouth locked on her lips was sucking deep at her soul. She squirmed and tried to get away now, as she couldn't breath, and felt as if something heavy was pushing on her chest.

Her hands grasped at the bedcovers as she tried to excape, and close her legs to stop the cock from pounding into her, but there was nothing she could do. Her head turned to the mirror now and she found it glowing red and flickering like it was on fire. She could see the reflection of the guy ontop of her, pounding into her cunt, with his lips locked onto her's sucking the breath from her body though on his head he hand horns, and a tail was coming out of his back end.

As Kathy started to cry and the world started spinning the creature's reflection in the mirror leaned back, ripping away from her lips as she could hear a loud bellow into the air. It gripped her hips tightly and held her body to it's cock as she could feel it spasm and shoot liquid deep into her cunt. The creature gave one final hard thrust before pulling off her and vanishing back into the mirror.

Kathy layed on the bed, dizzy and scared, curling up into a ball as she sobbed, then finally drifted to sleep.   

 

I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

Over the years since our college days, all of us married - some more than once after messy divorces. We naturally inducted our wives into the group and eventually two other couples joined our ranks. Although we all lived in different parts of the country, we made it a tradition to gather together once a year for a week of fun, food and frivolity. This year it was at my place in central Massachusetts.

Three of the five couples had arrived early that afternoon. The other two were flying into Bradley the next day. After getting the visitors unpacked and settled into their quarters, the eight of us that were present had been sitting around all evening drinking, catching up on the past year's events and engaging in spirited conversation about a variety of subjects. We were gathered in the family room; sitting on free-form sectionals pulled together this way and that to form a rough circle. Candles and mini lights provided the illumination in the room – soft and flattering. Cool jazz was playing softly in the background.

Sarah was the newest member of the group and the youngest at 21. She was John's wife of just eighteen months. John raced sports cars for a living, and was one of the messy divorce guys. Some years after he split from his first wife, he met Sarah during a three-week stint in the hospital, the result of a nasty crash at Road America. Sarah was one of the day shift candy stripers at the time and she took an instant liking to John. She was tall - nearly six feet tall - with a slim body and long, straight auburn hair. She had huge green eyes and full lips - the kinds of lips guys call DSL's, so naturally John took an instant liking right back at her. The crash had left him pretty busted up and although he was more upset about his broken Porsche than his broken body, the fact that he'd missed three races near the end of the season really left him in a sour mood. But Sarah would have none of that. Her bright personality, her sense of humor and her innocence brought him quickly out of his funk. Six months later they were married in the presence of the Clods. This was Sarah’s second Gathering.

She had been somewhat reserved all evening and at around ten o'clock she stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and get into something more comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes"

"That's a great idea," I said. "There're showers in the two other bathrooms and one in the pool house. Why don't we all take a break and freshen up. I explained to everyone that there were fresh towels and terrycloth robes in the closets in the bathrooms.

A half hour later we were back clad in the bathrobes and various other casual attire. Jesse was the last to join us, dressed in a set of sweats. Conspicuously, he took a seat to Sarah’s right while his wife, Gloria, was sitting to Sarah’s left. The rest of us settled down around freshly made drinks. The conversation turned to politics.

That's when Sarah popped the question. During a lull in the conversation she asked, "Why didn’t you guys include me in the fun last year?"

Gloria looked quizzically at Sarah. "What do you mean?"

"Okay, first I want to tell you that John filled me in on what went on last year." said Sarah.

"We were hoping he would," said Gloria

She took a gulp of her drink. "Last year was my first Gathering. When I met all of you guys, I was just so happy that John had such a great circle of friends and that he wanted me included in the group." I wanted so much to be a part of it and to be included and to be considered a permanent part of the Clods." She placed her hand on Jesse’s thigh. "Last year, Jesse especially made me feel welcome. He took the time to fill me in on The Clod’s history and dish out some funny and very personal stories about you guys."

Laughing, Gary said, "Thanks Jesse!"

Sarah smiled and unconsciously started stroking Jesse’s thigh with her fingertips.

"Well he left a lot out." She pointed to John. "And he didn’t tell me the whole truth about The Gathering until a month ago."

John looked a little sheepish. "I just didn’t have the balls to tell you. I’m sorry honey. I didn’t realize it would bother you that much."

Well to tell you the truth, at first I didn’t notice anything," continued Sarah, "but as the week wore on, I caught some of you disappearing for an hour or two in groups. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but when it kept happening each day, it finally dawned on me that you were all hiding something. I had no idea what was going on, but it became obvious to me that I was not going to be included. John was no help. When I asked him what was happening, he made some lame excuses.

Gloria leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek. "We tried to be discreet, but we weren’t discreet enough. I’m really very sorry."

Sarah continued, "Then came Friday night and everybody but John left early in the evening. I asked him what was going on, but he just said that he told you all that he wanted to take me out to dinner that night so you all just decided to go to the movies. But then on Saturday I paid close attention and when again you disappeared in groups, I asked John what was going on. He made some excuse about flea markets and gyms. I didn’t believe it for a second." Sarah looked around at all of our faces and said, "If you remember, John and I had to leave two days early so that he could help get his car prepared for an endurance race at Watkins Glen. I remember our goodbyes. Everyone seemed generally sorry that we were leaving with two days left to go in The Gathering. But I just couldn’t help but wonder why John and I weren’t included in the activities – whatever they were. It bothered me all year and I’ve thought about it a lot. I figured it had to be either drugs or sex."

I was sitting across from Sarah and I watched her hand slowly stroking Jesse’s thigh and almost imperceptibly inching its way higher toward the outline of Jesse’s balls. Gloria didn’t seem to notice, but I figured since she was sitting to Sarah’s left, she couldn’t see what was going on.

Sarah paused for a second or two. "Why the secrecy? Why didn’t you just tell me?"

"That was John’s idea," said Gloria. "He didn’t know how you’d react being a newlywed and all. You’d only been married for six months.

John said, "I mean how do you tell your new bride that you want to fuck five other beautiful women for a week?"

Gloria continued, "He was afraid that if he told you before the Gathering, you wouldn’t attend, and that you’d be afraid that if he came to the Gathering by himself, you’d simply assume he’d be joining in the fun without you. He decided to sit out the fun last year and tell you what was going on before this year’s Gathering. When we saw that you were here this year, we just assumed that John had explained everything. We were all very happy to see you get off the plane this afternoon, especially Jesse. You smote him last year and he kept begging John to tell you what was going on. He was in agony last year looking at you but not being able to touch."

Sarah turned to Jesse. "Thank you Jesse. You made me feel the most welcome last year." She slid her hand up and put her palm on Jesse’s thickening hard-on and started stroking his balls with her fingertips. Jesse let out a low moan and started rubbing Sarah’s back. "I’ll make it up to you this year," Sarah said. "One thing you all should know though. I was a virgin when I married John. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with."

"Oh you poor thing!" Jesse blurted it out without thinking. Laughter erupted from the crowd.

"She was the last of the teenage virgins and I got her," John said with a chuckle.

Sarah smiled. "So tell me, what am I in for this week?"

(Continued)

"You’re late. Hope you have a good excuse" Her hand slipped into the waistband of her shorts. She knew that he would want this.

"I need no excuse. I will do as I please and you will like it." There was such strength in his voice she couldn't be mad at him even if she wanted. She knew just by the way he said things she was going to be his slave tonight. She was hoping to role play something else but being his slave wasn't bad. "I understand. I'm sorry master" was all she managed to whisper as her hand slid deeper. "You want to please your master don't you slave.....You want your master to take you away and make you all his?" The way he said things made her tingle. The things she would do to him if she ever had the chance. She would be his slave if he would come and get her and she would love every minute in his arms. "Of course I do master. I promise I would do anything to please you if you were here." She let out a soft whimper as her finger reached her clit. "Then take your hand from your pants and go to the front door. I sent you a present."

He knew her to well. She slid her hand away and stood up walking down the hall. She walked slowly by her parents room. She knew she would get yelled at if she got caught. Sure she was twenty four years old but she had moved back in with her parents after some hard times and they were quite strict. She finally made it to the door and stood there nervous. He would do this from time to time. Make some poor delivery guy drop off a package at midnight. She opened the door and saw nothing. Stepping out nervously she looked around. She couldn't see anything so she sighed. "There is nothing here sweetie." She turned to head back in and a hand grabbed her shoulder. Slightly startled she let out a small squeak. She turned to look at the person who grabbed her and smiled. "You bastard. You should have told me you were coming" She wrapped her arms around him. He was exactly the way he looked in the painting she had gotten. He was 6'1 and had a tall thin frame. He had a slightly pale completion but she knew that was because he spent all his time inside. She looked into his gray eyes for the first time ever and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt safe with him. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You promised you would come away with me and do whatever I asked." He took her hand and began to walk towards a long black limo which she had just noticed. "Did I? Well I was just playing. Come on lets go inside and we can go somewhere later." Stephen turned and let go of her hand. "I am getting in this car. It’s up to you whether or not you do." He moved slowly to the limo door and stood there. "But if you do come I promise you a night you will never forget and that you will be mine forever” Without another word he slid into the car. The door closed and he sat there waiting. He counted to ten before he instructed the driver to start the car and leave. As the engine roared she finally made up her mind. This was the man she had fantasized about for three months straight. It would be her biggest mistake in life to turn him down. She ran to the car and quickly opened the door getting in. A smile danced upon his lips as he pulled her onto his lap. “Don’t worry Kristin. I promise you made the right choice.” She nodded slowly and sat there motionless. She could feel his hard cock beneath her and she loved every second of it. It had been ages since she had felt a dick and she didn’t want this to go away. She slipped from his lap and turned to face him. She knelt before him as her trembling hands lowered his zipper. As she pulled it all the way down, he grabbed her hands. “Who said you could play with that?” *he thrust her back* “If you want to play with something.” He slid his dick from his pants and smiled* “Play with yourself.”  

She was shocked to see he hadn’t been lying all this time. It really was 8 inches. As his hand sat there stroking it she felt warmth between her legs. Did he really want her to play with herself right here and now? They had just officially met for the first time and he didn’t want to fuck her. She was unsure as she stared at him, but that all changed rather quickly. The warmth between her legs had become harder and harder to ignore as she looked at him. She bit her bottom lip as her fingers slid gently into her shorts. She gently teased at her panties. How could she be this wet already? Her index and middle finger rubbed slowly along her panties and were instantly moist. She had never felt like this before, but she wanted to feel like this much more often. With a soft moan she rubbed her panties into herself. All she wanted was to please him. All she needed was for him to want her as she wanted him. Her fingers nudged her panties aside as she wiggled her shorts down. She wanted him to see her in hopes it would make her want him more. She raised a finger to her mouth tasting her own juices. He loved when she did that for him. His eyes widened as she sucked her finger clean. Her fingers returned to her pussy and teased at her clit. He moaned louder and she could feel herself close to cumming. It shouldn’t be like this she told herself over and over. I should be this close yet. Her breath became shallow as he stared at him. “Please Stephen fuck me.” She moaned with desperation in her eyes. “Please just fuck me” His laughter filled the limo as he shakes his head. “No… You haven’t earned that right yet.” She let out a gasp as she couldn’t take it anymore. Moving swiftly she attempted to mount him. He grasped her throat easily and shoved her down. “Finish for me…. Then maybe I will fuck you” She quickly spread her legs and pulled off her shirt. Her right hand teased her clit as her left massaged her nipples. Moaning she could feel herself beginning to cum. Her pussy clenched at her fingers pulling them deeper as she held back her sweet juices.  “Please Stephen cum on me” she blurted out. She needed to feel it. She needed to know he was enjoying all this. That was all he could take. He moaned as he began to cum on her. His breath swallowed as warm sticky cum sprayed on her face and breasts. She moaned loudly as she felt herself release. His warm cum now running down her chest as her body convulsed. She leaned back collapsing upon the floor as her pussy stopped and she sighed. Her hands were soaked as well as the carpet. The entire limo reeked of sex. He smiled as he pulled up his pants and patted his lap. “That’s a good girl. Come sit with me.”     End of Part one.