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Chapter 1: The finding

"Goddamn it!" I thought as I wiped yet another spider web off my face. "I'm getting too fucking old for this shit."

I was on my belly, squirming my way through a crawl space that seemed to go on forever.

"How many times did they add on to this house?" I mumbled to no one in particular, particularly because there was no one else there.

In case you are unfamiliar with crawl spaces, let me tell you that they are either damp or dusty to the point of distraction, and every time someone adds on to their house they scab the two foundations together and knock an access hole from the old crawl space to the new in order to run the duct work. Usually just big enough for the duct work. Meaning, to get from one area to the other was always a tight squeeze. This crawl space was of the damp variety and I had already been through three such access holes and since the last foundation wall I went through was made up of field stones I guessed this part of the house to be about 100 yrs old. I considered this verified by what had to be a hundred year buildup of spider webs and bug carcasses. I had been passing from the newest area of the house to the oldest and the older it got, the smaller the crawl space.

In case you are wondering why I was in a crawl space, I occasionally work in them.

My job is installing burglar and fire alarm systems. Running wires through homes entails a lot of attic and/or crawl space work. Both are a pain in the ass for someone my size. I am 6'1'' and weigh about 225 lbs. I am not fat, don't have a gut or anything, but I do not have the fat to muscle ration I would really like. I am usually just too damned tired after work to work out so I am stuck with a small spare tire.

To let you in a little more about me - I am 45 yrs old, married, 2 boys (teenagers now) and just a normal blue-collar guy. I retired from the Marine Corps 5 yrs ago and took a job installing fire and burglar alarm systems in homes. I make about $1200 a month from my Marine pension, $15.00 an hour at this job and my wife makes $8.00 an hour as a clerk at Wal-Mart. I work as much overtime as I can get and volunteer for Saturday jobs whenever they come up. We usually bring in just over $3000 a month after taxes, health insurance 401k's and other deductions. Between the mortgage, car payments, insurance, various credit cards and regular household bills we barely have enough for groceries. Seemed like I always had enough, but just enough. There was never any extra.

Enough whining - back to the story.

This installation hadn't been too bad until now. The house was sort of out in the sticks. It seemed to have started life as a small cabin on a lake. As the value of lake property went up so did that size of the house. The crawls in the newer areas were actually pretty big, but there was one door down at this end of the house and the wire was already pushed down, all I had to do was get it and get out of here. The ground had gone from damp to muddy as I finally reached the wall where the wire should be. I took my bearings, moved to where I should find it, twisted as best I could to my side and reached up into some insulation that looked to be about 50 yrs old. I found the wire, pulled on it and it came pretty easily. At least that ditzy woman hadn't closed the door on the wire.

The floor joists ran perpendicular the way I had to go so I started drilling holes so I wouldn't have to come back and staple it up after I had it pulled to length. (I know, I could just let it lay, but I take more pride in my work than that.) About half way through - just when I started to notice the dampness soaking through my coat (as I was now on my back) and my mouth, nose and eyes were all suffering from the effects of the mud falling off my drill and the dust falling out of the floor joists - I saw what seemed to be an access hatch. As I tried to get my bearings again I realized that that would be in the small closet in the master bedroom, which back when this was a newer house would have been the living room. I had checked that, looking for an easier way to get to this wire, and there was no hatch on the upper side, at least they hadn't accommodated it when they laid down the hardwood floor. It was just something else to irritate me.

As I was drilling holes in the joists passing this old hatch the drill bit hit something that rang like metal as it broke through the wood. I wiggled around to see what happened and saw that someone had nailed a two-by-twelve board between the joists in order to form a small shelf. It was set back about 8 inches from the hatch opening and I figured one could have easily opened the hatch and reached down to the shelf, but no one would have seen it without dropping down into the space.

Reaching up into the spider webs (ick) I felt a metallic object. I pulled it out. It looked like an old brass gravy boat or cream pitcher of some kind (at least that's what it looked like to me).

Now this is part I am sort of ashamed of. I don't usually steal things. In fact I haven't stolen anything since I was 14. But I was dirty, wet, cold, tired and pissed. I'd been busting my ass 5-6 days a week and still struggling to make ends meet. I knew that the owners of this house had just bought it as part of an estate sale and while technically they now also owned this, it they didn't know it. I thought I could polish it up and maybe get $50 or $60 on E-Bay for this "antique."

I worked my way out of the crawl bringing the wire to join the rest of the wire bundle that I would then pull up to where the alarm panel was located. I stuffed the antique into my coat right before I left the crawl space and headed for my truck. While cleaning the mud and webbing off my face out of my hair I slipped it under the seat and went back to finish the installation.

The rest of the day went fairly well. I only hurt myself three times and only once requiring a band-aid. Overall I liked my job but I am not the most graceful person, especially around tools.

As I drove home I thought more about where I was in my life. I knew that I had no one to blame for my position except myself. I could have gone to college and followed a much more lucrative career path. But when I was young, partying and chasing girls was so much more important. I finally found myself homeless in Florida in the early 80's and that was when I joined the Marines. That got me off the street and they really turned me around physically. I was pretty skinny and pathetic when I joined. After a couple of years as a grunt I retrained into an electronics repair specialty so I had that going for me. Jobs were hard to find when I retired and I landed in this job. It wasn't so bad, but I wish my wife didn't have to work to help out.

On the plus side, had I not gone the way I had, I never would have met the woman who was currently my wife.

I had met Maria in Japan during my first assignment there. She is from the Philippines and as far as I am concerned that country harbors some of the most beautiful women in the world. She was 19 and a knock out when we were married, but now, after almost 20 yrs of marriage and giving birth and breast-feeding 2 boys she was showing the wear and tear. Don't get me wrong. I love her as much or more now than when we married. Her face is still drop-dead gorgeous, but she does have a bit of a paunch she was never really able to get rid of after the boys were born and her tits aren't as self-buoyant as they used to be. But she is still very attractive and I catch guys looking at her all the time. The best part about Maria is her libido. She actually has a hard time sleeping if we don't have sex. Although, that can get a bit tiresome at my age. Up to a few years ago if you had said that there would come a day when I would rather read in bed than fuck, I would have said you were nuts.

Without Maria I wouldn't have Craig and Tim. Craig is 17 and Tim is 14. And they are pretty good kids. They take martial arts and do decent in school. I am proud of them because so far they seem to have avoided the drugs and booze that led me down some paths I now wish I had avoided. I would prefer they did better in school or at least had a better attitude about it.

Focusing on the positive had me feeling a bit better by the time I pulled into the driveway. I went inside, greeted the family and ate dinner.

When I came out of the shower that night Maria was waiting for me in bed. She had slipped a porno movie into the VCR while I showered and now looked at me expectantly. I moved down between her legs and tried not to notice the sagging tits. What I focused on was her wonderful pussy. It is small and pink and never smells or tastes bad. Her lips are a slightly darker brown than her skin and the edges of them are just a little darker than that. When I spread the lips it looks as though she has applied hi-liter around her pussy.

I started a slow licking up and down just the way she likes it. Every time I got to the top I would cut back and forth across her clit once or twice and then lick back down the length of her pussy. As soon as she began to get really warmed up I flattened my tongue against her pussy and moved it in small circles while my upper lip rubbed her clit. It didn't talk long before she was coming and had raised her ass off the bed and locked her legs around my neck. I kept pressure on her pussy until she relaxed and then a gentle licking brought her down slowly.

"OK," she said, "now its my turn."

I climbed up the bed and lay on my back. Another great thing about Maria was that to her sex was a very giving thing. When she came she considered it giving me her orgasm and vice verse. Likewise she considered a blowjob as me allowing her to enjoy my cock and me eating her pussy her allowing me to enjoy it. And I did. And she certainly enjoyed my dick.

With her being small we had developed a very nice position for a blowjob. She would sit Indian style and I would lay back with my butt in her lap. My legs to either side of her meant her tits were sandwiched between my legs and my balls sandwiched between her tits. With my nuts so encased she would suck on my cock, and, while she couldn't actually deep throat, she could get it in pretty deep. She had great technique, which included her tongue in constant motion on the part of my dick in her mouth while her lips slid up and down. She had also learned to reach up and manipulate my nipples while doing this. She would do this for me most nights when she had her period. She never let me come in her mouth but she would hold my cock and lick it while I shot onto my stomach. I was a lucky man to have a wife who, when she got PMS, she just got hornier.

But she was intent on getting fucked tonight. So after sucking me for a while she got up and straddled me. Her tight little pussy smoothly engulfed my rigid cock. As was usual, within a few seconds of impaling herself she had another small orgasm. She worked her pussy around on my dick and I made it throb and jump inside her pussy in the way I knew she liked. I liked it with her on top because her tits took on the shape they enjoyed years ago. I played with them while she moved on top of me and the hotter she got the rougher I got. She didn't like it rough until she was really worked up and then it really sent her if I pinched her nipples (not real hard but hard enough) or bit her lip. I saw her eyes start to lose focus and while my thumbs were rolling her nipples around I poked my fingers into her side. Under normal circumstances she found this annoying since she was very ticklish, but while she was like this it made her even more excited. Her hands on my shoulders began to squeeze almost painfully and I knew she was about to have a big on. Her movements became faster. I reached around and grabbed her ass. She never did develop a fat ass, for which I was also grateful since I have always been an ass man.

"I'm coming!" She kept saying over and over between moans.

I laid one finger across her asshole and that triggered the orgasm.

"OH! I'm mmmmmmm!" She moaned as it hit her and she held her breath for a long time. Her body went rigid and she squeezed my shoulders. Her head was thrown back and she was trying not to make too much noise. She finally dropped her head forward and her body relaxed as she collapsed onto me. She started nuzzling my neck murmuring, "I love you, that felt so good. How do you do that to me?"

"Because I love you." I said.

She always asks those questions and I always give those answers.

"Is that all I get tonight or do you want more?" I ask her this because some nights she wants a few more like that one.

"That's it," she pants, "I'm finished." She rolls over onto her back.

I roll with her and end up in the missionary position. I stroke slowly enjoying the soft friction of her pussy. She crosses her arms with her tits trapped between them, pushing them up. Her hands caress my chest while I stroke. She moves her hips slightly and I can feel her bearing down on my cock with her pussy muscles. This adds to her enjoyment as well and I can usually count on one or two more orgasms while I build up to my own. When she tightens up during orgasm her pussy grabs my cock like a fist. This time it is her second orgasm that sends me over the edge and I slow my pace as I get closer to prolong it. Finally I ram into her as deep as I can go and shoot my cum into her awaiting pussy. She pulls me down into and hard embrace, both of us declaring our love for the other.

After I roll off of her she goes into the bathroom to clean up. This was all very pleasant, I muse, but it is the same thing every night, except for the actual number or orgasms Maria has, the script never varies.

She comes back to bed and we snuggle up together. Her breathing tells me she is asleep and I was about to slip off my self when I remembered the object under my truck seat. I carefully got out of bed and headed for the garage.

I got it from under the seat and took it down to my workshop in my basement. Under the bright light of my workbench I saw that the brass had actually survived very well. I had anticipated a lot of elbow grease with polishing compounds but there only seemed to be a little tarnish. As I wiped off more of the grime I realized that it was far too shiny to be brass.

Shit, I wasn't too worried about unloading a hot brass knick-knack, but this was gold!

I also realized that it wasn't a gravy boat or cream pitcher either. It was an old-fashioned oil lamp.

I continued cleaning it and just as I was finishing it became very warm to the touch and a little trickle of smoke came out of the spout. I set it down quickly and reached for the small fire extinguisher I keep by my workbench (I told you I'm not all that graceful).

The trickle quickly became a stream. But it didn't behave as you would expect smoke to behave. Instead of spreading out across the ceiling it coalesced into a ball. Finally the smoke stopped coming out. The ball turned into and egg shape and then the top of the egg started to look like a head. Shoulders appeared then arms and a torso. The smoky shape then solidified into the upper half of a man. He looked sort of like Mr. Clean. In fact he looked exactly like Mr. Clean, t-shirt, ear ring and all, which I would have considered odd had he not materialized out of smoke and was right now half a body floating in my workshop on a cushion of that same coherent smoke. Those two items took precedent in my "isn't that odd" thought process. Just as I was about to ask what the hell was going on I realized that I knew exactly what was going on. I knew what he was, what he was going to say and what I was expected to do. I also knew that it was impossible. It suddenly dawned on me what was really going on. I had to be...

"You are not dreaming." He said, calmly. "I am what I appear to be."

"OK," I managed, "what... do you think... that I think... you appear to be." I still didn't believe it.

"You are going to make me say it aren't you?" He sighed, and then continued in bored voice, "I am the Jinni of the lamp - I am at your command - thank you for freeing me master - you may have three wishes - yada, yada, yada...."

"You don't have so sarcastic about it," I said, suddenly a little miffed, "This is the first time I ever saw a Jinni."

"It always is." He said, "Shall we get on with it?"

"Not so fast, how does this work?" I was stalling, trying to get my head straight. I thought knew what I was supposed to do but I didn't want to operate off balance and screw it up.

"How does what work?" He replied. I have always hated people who answer questions with questions. I was acclimating quickly to the situation and my brain was racing.

"This whole, lamp, Jinni, I'm the master and three wishes thing."

"You possess the lamp, therefore I am yours to command. I have the magical ability to grant you three wishes. You may begin your wishes at any time." He was becoming a little less snide about the whole thing.

"When you say that you are mine to command," I said trying not to miss anything, "is that just the wishes?"

"No, you can give me indefinite non-magical commands for as long as you possess the lamp. For example, if you 'wish' for a feast, I will conjure the largest most delicious feast you have ever seen. If you command me to prepare you a feast I will do so, however, I will have to do all the preparation in a more mundane manner. I wouldn't recommend that, I am a horrible cook."

"So what happens to you after the three wishes?"

"Generally, the possessor of the lamp orders me to return to the lamp, I must obey for the possessor still commands me. The lamp is then discarded for the next person to find."

"So, I can give the lamp to someone else?"

"No, the lamp must be found by someone, unknown to the previous holder, who has no idea what it is he or she has found. Otherwise the magic will not manifest. There are the rules to the use and dispensation of magic. This is to ensure use of magic is rare and well dispersed thus preventing chaos"

I suddenly realized he was right. I could imagine folks lined up waiting for their turn at the lamp. Everyone would be wishing to be richer and more powerful than the one before him or her. So, I had to be careful, I couldn't tell anyone about this because they would want the lamp after and giving it to them would do them no good.

"Are there rules about the wishes?"

"For a wish to be considered a wish, it must be a single, concise sentence beginning with the words 'I wish...' I will then grant your desire."

He seemed to be less sarcastic but was still very haughty. I suddenly had a thought about all the Jinni tales I had heard.

"What about you twisting my wish and turning it into something that is really horrible?"

"That is possible," he replied with a slight grin, "it depends upon how irritated I become with you."

"And you have to follow my non-magical orders?"

"Yes"

"So, give me an example of how you could twist a wish, and I order you to tell the truth."

"Well," he began, but he didn't look happy, "if you were to wish for millions of dollars, I could magically arrange for you to inherit or win the money or I could just make the money disappear from a bank vault and appear here, you would suddenly be in possession of a lot of money you couldn't explain to the IRS, and by spending it, some of it would eventually be traced back to the 'robbery' and you would go to jail. Another example would be if you wished to be irresistible to women - I could follow the spirit of that wish and causing any woman you desired to succumb to your will, or I could grant the wish literally, causing all women to persistently, and possibly, violently, pursue you."

He continued impatiently, "Is that enough? Will you please get on with the wishing and let me return to my lamp."

"It must be very comfortable in there if you want to go back so badly."

"It is not. It is cold, dark, cramped - even for my ethereal form - and worse, it is boring. But it is my curse and when you get what you want I will be forced to return until someone else frees me for a short torturous foray into the outside world."

"One more question," I said, "how come you look like someone out of a TV commercial?"

"As I was forming I quickly scanned your mind for language and cultural details I would need in order to communicate with you, I also chose a form your memory. I could have chosen a form closer to your perceptions of a Jinni," as he was saying this he morphed from Mr. Clean into the Jinni from Disney's Aladdin complete with Robin Williams' voice, then into Barbara Eden in her 'Jeanie' outfit and then back into Mr. Clean, "but I dislike stereotypes." He concluded.

I was realizing many things right about now: First, this was an incredible opportunity; Second, I wasn't going to ruin it by rushing into these wishes; Third and most important, I was tired and had to work in the morning.

"I tell you what," I said, "Why don't you take tonight and tomorrow to look around the 'outside' world and I'll get back to you tomorrow night with the wishes."

My head was spinning as I returned to bed, and it took a long time to fall asleep.

I spent the next morning trying to figure out how to word my wishes. I knew what I wanted, but it was awfully complicated. I had always fantasized about being a super hero and that was what I wanted. But that one sentence rule had me worried. If I just wished for super powers who knew what I would end up with.

By lunch I had figured out how to get as complicated a wish as I needed with only one sentence.

I sat down with a pad of paper and began outlining powers I wanted. It took a while and I made several changes as I thought things through. My three wishes would be for physical super powers, mental super powers and immortality.

First, for the physical powers I would be strong enough to bench press 10 times my own body weight with all muscles throughout my body being proportionally strong and my bones, tendons and other related organs and parts being strong enough to take the stress. I would be as flexible and agile as any world-class gymnast. When someone was going to physically attack me, whether I was aware of it or not, (I have always liked Spiderman's Spider-sense) my thoughts and reactions speed up to double the normal speed. My body would maintain the appearance and form of a man 6' 1" and 225 Lbs but my body fat would never exceed 6 - 8%.

Additionally, I would be immune to all forms of virus, bacteria, disease and toxin. In other words I would never get sick again. I would also be able to heal any injury 10 times as fast as normal and even be able to regenerate.

Second, the mental powers. I would be receptive to strong emotions such as fear or anger so I could quickly identify and pinpoint crimes in progress. I would be able to telepathically scan large groups looking for information buried in their minds. This way I would be able to ID bad guys. I would be able to read minds individually as well. I would also be able to affect the thoughts of a person and actually change, either permanently or temporarily their basic beliefs and, just in case I needed to protect my identity, I could also cause them to forget certain things. Last, I would have total recall. I would never forget anything once I knew it. I figured with that one I may make a go of it as a bounty hunter.

Finally, immortality. This one took a while to settle on. My previous fantasies were pretty well handled by my first two wishes, but I couldn't see wasting the third. I finally decided that with all those things going for me why not ride it out as long as possible. The main problem with immortality as I saw it, was trying to hide the fact that I didn't age. I figured it out when I realized that my body didn't have to actually be involved in my sticking around. Upon the death of my physical body, by whatever means, my essence, and/or my consciousness, and/or my spirit and/or my soul would be drawn to the nearest recently deceased adolescent body. I would then be able to scan it to see if the injuries could be handled by my healing abilities. If not, I could allow myself to be drawn to the next nearest, and so on, and so on until I found one I could inhabit. I would then enter the body (since no one else was using it) reanimate it and begin the healing process. Once healthy it would be a simple matter to claim amnesia. I decided on an adolescent because I figured that living with parents and a family would make it easier to acclimate to the life I was stepping into. I thought that this would be a win - win situation, as I would continue my existence and some family would not have to mourn the loss of a child. I also included a clause that allowed me to stop this process in the event I ever grew tired of it. Upon the death of my physical body I could eventually just allow nature to take its course and whatever happened to everyone else at death would then happen to me. I initially did that in case the world ever ended. I didn't want to be stuck with my consciousness floating around forever with no living body to enter. But it also occurred to me that I might eventually be ready to just let go.

After finishing the description of immortality I then returned to the other two descriptions and added that the power would transfer to my new body with me. I also added that the size of 6' 1", 225 lbs, and low body fat would be a gradual change finishing at about the age of 23.

By the time I had gotten all that down I was way over on my lunchtime, one of the things I liked about this job was the independence. But I had to really hump to finish at a decent time and on the way home I thought of how much help telekinesis and the ability to project a sort of mental eye would be in my job so I decide to add them to my list of mental powers.

I was late getting home and Maria was working an evening shift. The boys were watching MTV, which I can't handle so I went right down to the workshop. The Jinni wasn't there so I sat to wait for him. While waiting I included the telekinesis, looked over my 3 sheets of paper and saw an important detail. I quickly added the fact that I would instinctively know how to work my new powers.

I had waited about an hour and was wondering when he would come back when I had a thought.

"Jinni," I called.

Suddenly he was right in front of me. No "poof", no smoke, nothing. He was just there.

"Interesting world these days," he said, happily with no prompting from me, "the last time I was able to wander around was over 1500 years ago. I have been aware of the changes, as I am aware of all things, but that is different than participating."

Then his demeanor changed.

"So, are you ready to make your wishes?" He asked almost wistfully.

"Yes, but I do have one other question."

"What now?" he asked, seemingly irritated again.

"If I do not order you back into the lamp after my wishes what will happen?"

"As I said, I will still be bound to your non-magical commands."

"What if I simply order you to go out into the world and have fun, you wouldn't be dangerous or anything would you? And I order you to be truthful."

"If you were to order me to not harm anyone, then I couldn't cause harm."

"And what would happen when the next person got the lamp?"

"I am forever linked to the lamp. As soon as you were no longer in possession of it, due either to your death, you discard it or someone else finds it, your command would terminate and I would be returned to the lamp to await the next legitimate possessor."

"Then that is what I will do after we are through." I assured him.

His mood noticeably elevated. I was counting on that and hoped that it would have him positively disposed towards me when he granted my wishes.

"For my first wish," I took a deep breath and held out the paper describing immortality, "I wish... I had immortality as it is described on this sheet of paper."

He looked at me for a long moment then reached out and took the paper. He read it and chuckled.

"Very good... very good..." he said grinning and nodding while he read it.

Then he looked at me and said, "As you wish - so shall it be."

I waited but didn't feel different; I guess I will have to wait until I die to see if it works.

I then held out the physical description.

"I wish... I had physical super powers as they are described on this sheet of paper."

He took the paper and read it. He nodded once and looked at me.

"As you wish - so shall it be."

Suddenly I felt better than I had ever felt. It was almost as if I were lighter. I was breathing easier and I no longer needed my glasses. I noticed my pants were quite a bit looser and realized I had carried more fat around my middle than I had thought. I tightened my belt and looked at the Jinni.

He was looking at me expectantly, and with a bemused twinkle in his eyes.

I then held out the mental description and said, "I wish... I had mental super powers as they are described on this sheet of paper."

He took it and read it. He looked at me and said, "Will you truly allow me to roam free until you no longer possess the lamp?"

I nodded, suddenly nervous.

"Will you vow to maintain possession of the lamp as long as you can?"

"I do." I replied.

"Then, as you wish - so shall it be."

I looked at my workbench and could clearly remember building it. I remembered how every mark on it had been made. I remembered exactly what the back of it looked like even though it had been in place for almost 5 years. There was more but I found I could dismiss the thoughts easily and focus on the matter at hand.

"He looked at me and said, "You left yourself open to trouble on that last one. I considered enacting your total recall in such a way that you would remember everything you have ever known, at all times. You would have had millions of facts and memories swarming your mind without relief. You would have quickly gone insane. I hope you will now keep your word."

"You have it." I quickly said, "I now command you to go out into the world to explore, experience and enjoy. I further command that you may not, by action or manipulation, cause harm to any living, cognizant thing."

"Thank you, Master. Enjoy your new life." And with that, he was gone. I never saw or heard from or about him again.

I then took the lamp and set up on a high shelf, behind a box that hadn't moved since it was placed there over 4 years ago.

I went back upstairs and reached out with my mind. The boys were still watching MTV and they were both trying real hard to ignore the fact that they each had homework they were ignoring. I explored their beliefs about school and education and found that they believed pretty much the same as I had at their age. School was mainly a social function and classes were a waste of time. The stuff they were learning was useless as far as they were concerned. School wasn't so much difficult as it was boring.

Well, they were going to end up with a job with their name on their shirt just like their old man with that attitude. But I could fix that.

From now on they considered school to be a very important stepping stone on their life path. They would believe that they needed to do the best they could at everything assigned to them. Neither one of them had any thoughts about what to do after high school, but now college was the main goal. They would start examining their skills, likes and values to help them decide on an eventual career path. Since we lived hand to mouth, the first thing Craig was going to do the next day at school would be to visit the counselor to get information on ways to pay for college, they both also believed they should get jobs and start saving. I also instilled in them a strong belief in themselves and their own abilities.

As I walked into the living room Tim was just switching off the TV and Craig already had his history book open. I was no longer worried about their futures. I would, however like to start putting some money away for their educations. I wanted to be a super hero, not a super villain, so stealing money was not the way I would go.

But then again, what if I simply confiscated the ill-gotten gains of those I brought to justice?

It took an hour of cruising the part of town I normally wouldn't be in after dark before I found my target - a crack house. I scanned the guy out front and found the layout of the house, and more importantly, where the money was.

I parked my car about a block away. Walking back to the house I looked a little deeper into the mind of the guy out front. He was definitely a bad guy. He had participated in a few killings, a couple of rapes and uncountable beatings. I had no remorse about taking this guy down the way I had planned. I made him believe that I belonged there and walked right by him.

Inside I did a quick scan and made everyone believe I belonged there. The guys running the place were just as bad as the one outside. I tried making them believe that I wasn't there and they went from being mildly interested in me to completely ignoring me. The room where they kept all the money was in an area of the house blocked by a locked door. Since all the bad guys were behind that door I simply made one of them believe he should go check on the one out front. When he opened the hall door I slipped by him and into the back of the house. I went to what would have been a bedroom when this was a residence but was now the money room. There were 5's, 10's and 20-dollar bills bundled and stacked on a table. I had no time to actually count it but there had to be thousands. ($11,000 and change I found out later).

I made the two guys in here as well as the other four including the one outside believe that everything was fine in the money room and that there was no reason to be in here. They all became much more interested in keeping track of what was going on in the area where they conducted business.

Once they were gone I started gathering up the money. I found an old bag that once carried newspapers lying in the closet and filled it up. It barely held all the money. I left the room, found the back door and went out, leaving it unlocked behind me.

You probably think I was letting these hoods off easy. But I wasn't.

I knew I was condemning those guys to at least severe beatings and probably execution from their gang once the money was discovered missing with no explanation but they were the types who were quick to mete out that sort of justice to others and now they would get some of what they had been giving.

Driving back to my home I decided that I would continue paying all my bills out of my paycheck and this money would go for things like groceries, gas and other things normally paid for in cash. The last thing I needed to do was draw attention to myself by suddenly paying off a bunch of credit cards.

It had dawned on me that, since magic existed, there was a good chance the government or some equally powerful entity would also be aware of it and would be on the lookout for guys like me. I had to be careful not to make dramatic changes that might make me interesting to those types.

While I was driving and thinking I suddenly sensed incredible fear. Two elderly folks were being mugged somewhere. I was able to pin point it. It was back in that alley to my right. I stopped my car at the mouth of the alley and ran into it. There were 2 perps holding knives and threatening an old man and an old woman. They had already given over everything they had but the muggers were insisting that they were holding out and telling them that they were going to cut them if they didn't fork over whatever it was they were hiding. The couple was terrified. Worse, I scanned the muggers and found that they knew the old folks had given everything and found it fun to scare them.

They heard me approaching and they turned.

"Back off man, this ain't your business."

"I'm afraid it is." I answered.

He started to lung at me and suddenly he seemed to be moving slowly. When I taught hand-to-hand combat we would have called it a "walking pace" for practicing moves. His right hand with the knife was out in front of him so I grabbed it inside the wrist with my left hand, stepped to my right bringing my right arm under his now straight right arm. I brought the inside of my right wrist up to meet the outside of his elbow and pulled it toward me while pushing with my left.

His elbow snapped backwards and before he could react I slammed my right elbow into the soft spot under his armpit, I clamped his upper arm inside my elbow and twisted to my left. Normally this would lay your opponent out in front of you for a death blow but with my new strength and the speed at which I was moving, it threw him a good 10-15 feet away from me. I turned to see what his friend was doing and he was just starting to react by moving towards me. He also had his knife in his right hand so I stepped to my left and snapped a quick back fist into his knife hand. My knuckles hit square on the center of the back of his hand and I could feel the bones break. His knife fell in slow motion. His eyes were growing wide as the pain began to register and, since my right hand was already balled into a fist I brought it up and tagged him with an upper cut. He fell at normal speed, which I took to mean that any threat to me was over.

I looked at the old couple and said, "Call the police. Quickly, before these guys manage to get away. And, you never saw me." In a few minutes they wouldn't be able to describe me anyway.

They picked up their cell phone and he made the call while she was thanking me profusely. While they were doing that I checked out the muggers. Both were trying to crawl away nursing their injured appendages. They would both believe that the only thing they could do to get proper medical attention would be to confess to the police every crime they had ever committed. They wouldn't be able to describe me either.

I returned to my car and made it home with no more interruptions. I had just parked the car when Maria pulled in. I waited and hugged her hello and we went inside together.

We ate dinner, got ready for bed and made love again, just like last night. As we lay cuddling in the afterglow I started to examine her mind. I couldn't understand most of what I found and then realized her thoughts and memories were in Tagalog - the language of the Philippines. I searched her mind for the part that translated Tagalog into English and vice-versa. Finding it, I ran through word translations, grammar and idioms. Now that I knew the language I could understand everything. She was thinking that she was lucky that she could enjoy sex. She and her friends often talked about sex and most of them didn't enjoy it. Not that they couldn't but it seems most of their husbands were selfish and inept when it came to that. She never said much when those conversations came up and I decide to change that. Ego, I guess. Since I was toying with her mind, she also decided right then that she needed to start exercising everyday. She became determined that, starting tomorrow morning she would do some push-ups, sit-ups and a good 25 minutes on the Nordic Track that we had down in the family room.

Another thing surprised me. Cuddling together naked was getting me excited again. And I don't mean just a little. Those super-fast recuperative powers worked for more than just wounds. I was raring to go like we hadn't had sex for a week.

"Oh!" she said, when she notice, "what's happen to my friend?"

"Well," I replied playfully," you are just so damned sexy I can't help my self."

We made love again that night and again in the morning. I couldn't believe it. My cock thought I was 16 again.

She wasn't working that day and was still in bed when I left. I kissed her and teased her for staying in bed while I went to work.

"Its your fault for wearing me out." She claimed sleepily and rolled over.

The next day at work I finished a full day's install in about 2 hours. Whenever the homeowner wasn't looking (which was most of the time) I let telekinesis do all the work. I was able to form mental tools such as screwdrivers, hammer, drill and wire strippers. It was like I had three or four hands and the tool I needed was always already in one of them.

Fishing wires through the walls went quickly as I just grabbed the wire with my mind and using my mind's eye moved through the walls and floors with my mental drill getting it to the main panel location in a few seconds rather than the hour or so it used to take.

When I was done I had the cleanest install I had ever done. The customer signed the paper and I was on my way. Knowing I could never explain how I had finished so quickly I decided to fill out my time card to reflect the normal time and cruise for crime.

I had stopped several robberies and two assaults when it was time to go home. About three blocks from my house I again sensed incredible fear. I zeroed in and found it in a small house nestled in a nondescript part of the neighborhood.

I entered the home and found a young couple in the midst of a fight. Fight is wrong word. Beating was more like it. He was a little bigger than me, dark hair and moustache. She was about five feet tall, blond and very attractive. He was intently focused on her and didn't hear me approach. She was curled into a defensive ball and didn't notice either.

I grabbed him from behind by the arms and pulled him away. He tried to turn to face me but couldn't break my grasp. She looked up and sprang to her feet.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" She yelled at me.

I had half expected it.

I made her believe that she needed run and hide in her bedroom.

I released the guy and he spun around trying to slug me. He was moving in slow motion and I simply slapped away each punch as it came. He tried to rush me but each time I grabbed his arms and pushed him back. He grabbed a bat from behind a chair. As he swung toward me I caught it, tore it from his grasp and set it down behind me. He finally tired and when he sat down he resumed normal speed. He looked totally defeated.

During the "fight" I had scanned both of them and found that they really did love each other. He just had a confidence and anger problem. He felt she was far too pretty for him and lived in terror of losing her. He had no outlet for his emotions other than violence. I looked down at him, he was sitting with his head in his hands on the verge of tears but I knew he would never let another human being see him cry.

I said, "You know that was unacceptable. You should never hurt her. I suggest you look in the phone book for a good anger management class and sign up right away."

While I was talking I was making him believe that the one person he could trust the most was his wife. He also believed that if he ever laid another hand on her in anger he would lose her. He would call and join an anger class just as I suggested.

I reached out to the woman and made her forget that she needed to hide. She would never stand for this type of treatment again. She would support him in any effort he made to change but if he should return to these behaviors she would promptly leave. I was pretty sure his violent days were behind him but I also wanted to make sure she would take care of herself in case my suggestions didn't hold. As I heard her stirring in the bedroom I left. They would both forget me.

During the next 6 months I evolved my work techniques to the point that I could do a whole weeks worth of installs in 1 or two mornings. I didn't bother fronting for the customers anymore, when I left they would believe that I was there the day my invoice reflected and they remember me working a full day and using all the appropriate tools. In reality I simply stood in the middle of the house and used my telekinetic eye(s) and tools to run all the wires and install all the devices. It usually took about 20 minutes for a relatively large house. The customer would then sign the invoice, which was dated for the day and time I should have been there. On that day the customer would, at about 5 or 5:30 in the evening send the normal test signals that I would generally send at the completion of an install. This way I was clocking my normal five 10-hour days every week. I had plenty of time for crime fighting and money gathering. There were even a few times the customer who was home during my visit happened to be a very pretty housewife. As I was perpetually horny these days I would, in those circumstances have the woman believe that she and I have been having a long-standing affair and today was just another day of lovemaking. When I left, along with the normal instructions I returned her beliefs back to normal with her having no memory at all of what took place. It was that distraction which sometimes caused me to spend an extra day working.

It still gave me lots of time to spread justice. The hoods and thugs I ran into were dealt with in three basic ways - according to how big of an asshole they were.

Some crooks were just overall losers: Call it bad luck, call it lack of motivation or goals, call it simple laziness. Call it whatever you want, but these aren't really bad people. They are just trying to get by. They made many mistakes in the past and the best they think they can hope for now is a minimum wage job and permanent classification as 'working poor.' So, they steal, or deal or scam. They really don't want to hurt anyone and rarely do... physically. What damage they do is usually covered by insurance.

For those who really haven't caused too much damage except to themselves, I will instill in them a belief that they can do better, that they really need to establish some goals and set a direction for their lives. They decide to seek out higher education, in some cases college, in others some sort of vocational training. Either way they cease being a drain on society and begin contributing to it.

Then there are the more violent types: Those who commit violent robberies or just seem to enjoy victimizing others - to include rapists and child molesters. I do believe in our justice system so I let it take care of these types. The only intervention I take is making sure the justice system gets involved with all the information it needs to take certain action.

Some of less monstrous of these types I run into while stopping muggings, assaults and around the peripheries of rapes. I even find them at the drug houses I take down. Usually peripheral gang members who may only have been in for a short time or have no desire to engage in the truly heinous acts that the more seasoned members get involved in. Surprisingly I have found that this description fits most of them. Since my modes operandi at drug houses is to take the money and leave the operators to their fate, when I run into a person like this I will give them several serious injuries and leave them with the memory that the others punked out and gave the money to a rival gang that pulled a stick-up - and he was only one who tried to stop it. This would save his life, and give him enough respect so that he could safely leave the gang later to get his life back on track

Otherwise, I bring them to the attention of the police in various ways. The simplest is the one I used once but am afraid to use it again - to avoid bringing attention to myself. In that case he was a serial rapist, who I had walk into the nearest police station and confess everything. Afterwards, I realized that if hundreds of criminals began turning themselves in, folks might start to think it strange, thus garnering the attention I hoped to avoid.

So I developed other ways. Often when I stopped someone during a crime I would have them accidentally drop a wallet or some other identifying object and made sure that any witnesses would have clear memories of the incident and the criminal. Other tactics included; having them brag excessively about their crimes - eventually leading the police to them, having them neglect incriminating evidence, and the good old fashioned anonymous tip (after ensuring some handy evidence would be found). My favorite was happening upon an armed robber planning to hit a liquor store. I sensed police in the area, so I made them believe that they were thirsty and that the store in question would be a good place to buy a few soda-pops. I then made the crook oblivious to the presence of police until they identify themselves. So with one cop standing at the door and another at the cash register this guy walks in and pulls a gun on the owner. You may have seen the video on TV.

But most often, for crooks like these, I indulged in my fantasies of being a super hero. I would sense the fear of the victim and intervene. Usually pummeling the crook in the process. Sometimes I had everyone believe that the victims fought back, sometimes it was attributed to a 'good Samaritan' who always had a different description. Once I even had everyone believe that one of the crooks, a guy on his first stick-up, had had a change of heart and stopped his partner halfway through the robbery. This got him off easy with the courts and I made sure he took his life in the right direction after that.

That leaves us with the worst of the worst. Those whose crimes were so extensive and heinous that should they ever go to trial for even a portion of them they would easily get the death penalty - at a large expense to society. These types were generally firmly entrenched in street gangs, biker gangs or organized crime syndicates of one type or another. Multiple killings and financial ruin of their victims were the mere beginnings of their resumes. These were also the types I got most of my operating capital from. By the time the money reached them it was usually so far removed from its victims that returning it would be next to impossible. At that level it was also amassed into pretty large sums, and generally entrusted to these folks for safekeeping until it made it to the next level.

At the street and biker gang levels these were the guys running either the individual drug houses or were in charge of drug dealing territories. With the street gangs it was mostly crack, with the bikers it was mostly met-amphetamine. With the organized crime guys, they were the ones at the 'lieutenant' levels and occasionally 'captains'.

Either way, dealing with them was easy. I simply walked in, liberated as much money as I could find and left. Leaving them no explanation (or memory) of what happened to the money. I then left them to the tender mercies of their colleagues. Of course, 'tender' and 'mercy' being words completely foreign to their colleagues, they often ended up getting the death penalty and I saved society a ton of money in the process. And, a few times their colleagues got sloppy and were busted for the murders taking even more assholes off the streets.

The wishes had changed my life in three major ways. I now had no money worries whatsoever, I was able to indulge in my childhood fantasies of being a super hero, and I was pretty horny - with the ability to have sex with anyone I wanted to. Mostly I wanted to with my wife. Her daily exercising was really paying off. Her tummy was now much flatter and very firm. Her arms and legs had toned up beautifully and her tits had regained a little of their former firmness - and she still had one the most beautiful faces I had ever seen.

Still, I had plans for a lot more pussy in my future. I had Maria now joining in on the conversations with her friends about their respective husbands' sexual prowess (or lack thereof). Her friends were impressed by her stories of how often we had sex and how many times she came. I slowly had Maria come to the conclusion that it wasn't right to keep me all to herself and she should share me with her friends. They often gathered at our house to talk. Certain that I could not understand them they spoke openly while I appeared to be reading or watching TV. They found themselves more and more noticing my nicely toned body and wondering how I looked naked and how my cock would feel inside them. Their pussies started to become wet in my presence.

I set it up and waited to see what would happen.

I arrived home one Friday evening to find the house full of beautiful Filipinas. That was not that uncommon but I could tell that tonight was different.

As I filled my plate with food in the kitchen and joined them at the table no one said a word. They just watched me. I began to eat and Maria moved behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.

"Sweetheart," she said mischievously, "would you do us a very, very big favor?"

"What would that be," I responded playfully, "and how much is it?"

They all laughed at that and Maria slapped me on top of my head. "No, crazy, we want you to look at something for us and tell us what you think."

"What will I be looking at?"

"Us." She answered. "You will look at some of the clothes we bought today and tell us what you think of them. You finish eating and take a seat in the living room, we will be right out."

About a month ago they had aired the Victoria's Secret fashion show on TV and I had "arraigned" for an informal get together at our house that night and they ended up watching it and thinking of how the lingerie would look on them.

I just wanted them to get ideas about dressing sexy - and they came up with giving me a fashion show! This was why I just gave them the motivation and let them come up with the how-to part of it. I wouldn't have thought of this.

I finished my food and moved out into the living room with a can of mountain dew (since I was now immune to toxins, I found alcohol no longer had any effect on me). I was just settling into the center of the sofa when the door to the master bedroom opened and out they came. They had dolled up in a hurry!

"First," said Maria, "the outfits we bought to wear when we go out dancing."

She was wearing a red mini that seemed more like a long tube top than an actual dress. It snugly fit to every curve of that wonderful body. Her long black hair fell straight to her lower back and ended in a 'V' cut.

Next out was Leena. She was about 9 inches taller than Maria. She filled out her blouse nicely. It was white and lacy. It hung loosely yet clung to her figure showing promise of some very nice tits. The blouse was tucked into a black leather mini-skirt that just barely kept her pussy out of site. She was at least a 38-C cup with narrow waist and a tight little ass. I looked up at her face; she was smiling at me, encouraging me to continue to look her over. Her lovely south pacific features had been affected by some White and Asian blood in her genetic past. Her eyes were almond shaped behind oval wire rimmed glasses. They were small and had a very sexy effect on her face. Her hair was a dark brown rather than the typical jet-black and had slightly lighter hi-lights. It was thick, parted just over her left eye and hung down almost to her shoulders. She stood there, her tits sticking out her shirt in just the right way, and her ass, pushed out by the spike heels she wore. She could tell I thought she was beautiful and instead of smugness, I detected a little relief in her expression.

As soon as I finished getting the full effect from Leena out came Rose. Rose's hair was very curly, as black as hair can get and was down to just past her shoulders. She definitely had some Chinese in her. Her eyes were slanted up slightly on the outsides and her eyebrows were shaped to show this off. When she smiled her mouth made a lovely shape that revealed incredibly straight white teeth.

Her pink dress had short sleeves that only seemed to be attached right under her arms. From there it plunged in front and back. Her tits were half exposed giving an effect of incredible cleavage. Even though her tits were about a midrange 'B'-cup they looked respectably sized since they were on such a tiny frame. She was about 5' 2" and couldn't weight 90 lbs. Not anorexic at all she was nicely curved - just very thin. The plunge in back showed about an inch of ass cleavage as it rode down the curves of her tiny buns. Her dress showed every curve. Stopping just south of her hot snatch it revealed all of her gorgeous legs. After my eyes made the trip down her body I looked back to her eyes in time to catch her look of pleasure as she correctly interpreted my response to her and her outfit.

I had just finished my appraisal of Rose when Amy walked out. It almost seemed they knew when I was finished assessing each girl and were waiting for that before the next one came out.

Amy was about 5' 5" and she, like Leena, had some type of European blood in her family line. Her hair was a light brown and fell thickly in waves down to her ass. Her skin was a light brown and her eyes brown rather than black. She had a tiny nose sitting on top of pouting lips painted a light pink. It all had the effect of softening her looks and providing her with an innocent sexiness. Her outfit, on the other hand screamed sexy with no hint of innocence. A red spaghetti strap dress was so tight and so mini that it left almost nothing to the imagination. Her 'B'-cup tits were apparently holding themselves up without the help of a bra and her nipples became more pronounced as I watched them. She was watching my eyes and my crotch when my hard-on gave an approving twitch. It was then I realized that she had been holding her breath waiting for my reaction. She let out quick sigh and looked as though she had just won a prize.

Last out was Beth. She appeared pure Polynesian and wore it well. Long black hair flowed to her narrow waist with just the slightest hint of a wave or two. Her face was one of classic Hawaiian beauty and her makeup was done to give the effect of a smoky slow sensuality. Which was something she elicited even without makeup. Her tits, were the smallest of the group although still in the lower end of the 'B'-cup range.

The dress was black and tied behind her neck like a halter. The neckline dropped to reveal a nice bit of cleavage. Below her tits there was a circle of material missing and it showed off a sexy, flat stomach with a diamond stud in the navel. The missing cloth also made it apparent that she shaved off at least the top part of her pussy hair because there was nothing but smooth brown skin showing. When it became evident that I approved she flashed me a smile of appreciation.

They were all wearing spike heels and I love what those shoes do to a woman's legs. They all stood that about 10 feet in front of me trying quietly and seductively to get my attention. I was looking at five of the most glamorous looking beauties I had ever had the privilege of leering at in my living room.

Maria turned on the stereo and ZZ Top began filling the room with music for the girls to move to.

Leena and Amy returned to the bedroom and the others began dancing. Maria and Rose remained facing me and kept leaning over to give me better looks at their tits. Beth came a few steps closer and turned around grinding her ass in my direction. After the dress tied at the back of her neck it then disappeared until the point her ass started to jut out behind her. She was swaying to the music. Her gyrations giving occasional hints of a bare pussy under the skirt. I was sitting back enjoying the show with my dick becoming painfully hard inside my pants.

At that point Leena and Amy returned. They were wearing matching lingerie. It was red against their light brown skins. Quarter cup bras lifted and accented their tits rather than hiding anything. Tiny red lace thongs came just shy of actually covering their delicious pussies. As they began to dance the other three disappeared into the bedroom.

Their job seemed to be to entertain and distract me, without actually getting anything started, until the others came back.

I shifted my rock hard cock inside my pants. Leena and Amy began to explore each other's bodies with caresses and licks. Amy was the first to find a nipple with her tongue and Leena let out a sigh. They ended up facing me. Leena behind Amy, reaching around to fondle Amy's tits while Amy reached behind her and kneaded Leena's pussy mound. Lusty panting combined with moans of pleasure while they both kept their eyes locked on me. My cock was screaming for attention but I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides.

Maria, Rose and Beth came out of the room and Leena and Amy almost jumped at me.

The three darker skinned beauties had donned lingerie that matched the other two. The single difference being that theirs was white. The white lingerie almost glowed against the brown skin.

The three in white now explored each other while the Leena and Amy began working on my clothes.

They unbuttoned my work shirt and pulled it off, all the while letting no opportunity pass to brush my face arms and hands with any exposed skin they had - and there was plenty of that. After pulling off my t-shirt Amy lightly tickled my cock through my pants while Leena worked on the button and zipper.

They got my pants off and settled in next to me on the sofa. The two lovelies snuggled up against me. I felt a set of lips nuzzling my neck and another set sucking at my left nipple. Someone was using her hand to fondle my right nipple and there were some very skilled fingers gently tickling my balls and raging hard-on. My hands roamed across the parts I could reach finally settling on resting them on the little curve in the small of back - you know, where the back becomes the ass.

I was receiving this royal treatment while watching Maria and Beth each licking one of Rose's nipples. They also were playing with her pussy and she was gasping in ecstasy. Locking eyes with me she came, shuddering and fell slowly to her knees supported by her two friends. By now my cock was so hard it was jerking in time with my pulse - which was moving along at a pretty good clip.

Rose crawled towards me hungrily eyeing my cock. Amy and Leena slid down until they were kneeling on the floor, their tits pressed deliciously against my thighs and they slowly caressed my legs and balls. Maria and Beth took their places beside me. Suddenly I felt two mouths suckling my neck beneath each ear. My arms beneath theirs wrapped each brown skin beauty and I had a handful of tight ass in each hand.

My lovely Maria and the Hawaiian honey Beth were fondling and caressing my nipples while they licked and sucked my neck. The china-doll Rose reached my crotch and she licked me from the bottom of my balls, slowly, up my cock until she reached the tip and then sucked it into her mouth. While she worked on my rock hard cock I felt several sets of fingers caressing my inner thighs and balls. I have never had so many perfect tits in contact with my body at one time. They continued this treatment for quite a while, as though they wanted me to get my first orgasm out of the way. Rose's tongue was licking back and forth across my cock while her mouth moved up and down its length. All the stimulation was getting to me and as my body worked up to an intense orgasm I let out a long groan. Rose lifted her head off my cock and looked up at me. The other girls were focused on caressing my body while they looked at my cock waiting for the eruption. Rose licked the underside of my cock tickling my balls. The first shot felt like a fire hose shooting out of my cock. It shot up in front of Rose's face, spread out and land in her hair, across my thighs and the hands of the two caressing me there. Everyone but Rose froze. She continued to lick my cock as I shot out three more just like the first. I had never seen so much cum coming out on me before. It finally slowed to a dribble out of my slit when rose again took it in her mouth and commenced to suck out any cum that tried staying behind. The other girls began moving again and descended on any body part my cum had landed upon, be it my body or one of theirs. Within seconds there was no evidence that I had ejaculated save some damp spots in Rose's hair, and the fact that I had an afterglow so intense I felt almost stoned.

For her part, in trying to claim any left over cum Rose had ensured my cock would stay hard and Beth was the first to take advantage of it. She had been on my right side and now she threw her right leg over my lap and began grinding her crotch into mine. I felt the hot wet softness of her sizzling pussy against my still hard dick. She writhed around on top of me. I took in her sensual looks and dynamite body and caught a second wind. Maria had promised these girls a satisfying fuck and I needed to deliver.

The other girls all tried to maintain contact with both Beth and me so we were surrounded by a swirling mass of brown skinned steaming lust. I shifted her up and brought her pussy down on my cock. She reached down to make sure I didn't miss and guided me into her waiting snatch. I call it a snatch because that is what it did to my cock. I felt her velvety pussy walls grabbing at my cock as she slid it up and down the full length of my pole. If I had not just cum I wouldn't last long inside this hottie. She worked her hips to engulf my rod over and over again; each time sliding up until just the head remained inside. I shifted my hips so that as she descended on my dick, the tip would rub against the front wall of her pussy. She moaned in pleasure and my hands grabbed either side of her waist to help her move up and down. My fingers touched at her back. She started doing rotations with her hips and my cock swirled around inside its tight prison. I began to make my cock throb inside her pussy. She was shuddering and moaning. I leaned forward to lick her neck and when I did she slammed her pussy down on my cock and screamed. Her pussy pulsed as she came, pulling and tugging at my sensitive, steel hard penis. She collapsed against me and I rolled over so that she was now seated (somewhat) on the sofa and I was kneeling in front of it with my cock buried to its hilt in her still spasming pussy.

Beth lay semi reclined on the sofa. Clearly exhausted yet receiving pleasure from every stroke of my cock. She called out in joy each time I plunged my hard dick into her. It was as though each stroke was both riding the wave of her last orgasm and spurring on her next. I felt hard nipples and soft tits against my back as two hands began fondling my nipples, two more hands began massaging my ass cheeks. Leena and Maria were pressed up against me and then they each sucked in an ear lobe. I pinched Beth's nipples and kneaded her tits while I stroked in and out. She was a vision of exotic loveliness lying there moaning helplessly, she looked out at me from under half lidded eyes.

I became aware of a phenomenon that I had noticed on occasion. A mild telepathic connection between me and the person I was fucking. As my excitement increased I seemed to feed the other person who in turn became more excited. Their increased excitement fed back to me thereby increasing mine. It was an erotic feedback loop.

"Give me your cum," she begged, "It feels so fucking good!" This sentence trailed off into a scream of pleasure as she came again. This time the pulsating of her pussy felt to damn good and I felt my orgasm coming on.

"OK, you want it here it comes, Beth, get ready to take my load deep in your pussy."

Once again I shot a load of cum like never before. I can't remember for certain but I know it was at least 3-4 good shots of hot cum hosed deep into the Hawaiian hottie's steaming pussy. I don't know for sure because she and I were both on stimulation over-load and the harder I came the harder she came. We fed on each other's orgasms for what seemed like forever. I haven't figured out how to control that effect. Perhaps that is a good thing because it could become highly addictive.

I collapsed forward onto her and she grabbed and hugged me weekly whimpering softly as she buried her face in my neck.

"Thank you, OH! Thank you," she cried - meaning she was literally crying at this point. "I have never felt like that before!" Her pussy was still throbbing, albeit weakly around my cock and she hugged my neck desperately. I pulled out slowly and gave her a long kiss as her disappointment over losing my cock gave way to a very contented afterglow. She seemed to sink into the sofa and a long satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she fell asleep.

I turned from the sofa to get a surprise. While Maria and Leena helped me fuck Beth, Rose and Amy had gone down the basement and brought up a couple queen size futons we had. They placed them side by side and they almost covered the living room floor. I was pulled onto the large bed and fell into a roiling cauldron of hot brown flesh and lustrous hair.

Another mass of hot wet throbbing flesh engulfed my cock and suddenly I had a very pretty pussy hovering above my face. I'm not sure who's it was but the lovely brown lips and luscious pink interior was too much to resist and I began to lick and suck as best I could inducing moans from above. Someone else was coming repeatedly while trying like hell to coax more cum from my balls.

I was loath to even blink because everywhere I looked I saw sensuous hair, an angelic face, a perfectly shaped tit or a delicious pink pussy. My cock was either being sucked or fucked constantly. As soon as one source of pleasure slipped off, I barely had time to register the cool air hitting it when either a mouth or a pussy intent on bringing forth yet another eruption of hot cum would again swallow it up.

I awoke in the morning surrounded by beautiful women sleeping the sleep of the well fucked. Amy was draped across me having fallen asleep immediately following her final orgasm of the night. My semi-flaccid cock was still embedded in her pussy and the thought that I slept all night with this steamy brown fuck machine riding my cock turned me on.

My cock began to swell inside this lovely Amer-Asian cutie and as it reached full hardness it woke her up. As soon as she opened her eyes I could tell she was on her way to an orgasm. She sat up with her eyes locked on mine, her lower lip sucked into her mouth. She had a pleading look in her eyes, like she wanted another orgasm but wasn't sure if she would survive it. She finally succumbed and her pussy clamped down tight on my cock and she let out a long groan of pleasure. Her orgasmic throws took me over the top and I shot jet after jet of hot morning cum deep into her receptive pussy.

Her cries woke up the others and I excused myself to go piss and get cleaned up. When I emerged they were sitting around the table like I had seen them a hundred times before, only this was how I always fantasized about it. They were in various stages of undress and what they were wearing simply enhanced rather than hid any of their assets.

They were talking amongst each other in Tagalog, which they didn't think I understood.

I heard them telling Maria how lucky she was and wondering if I would be able to fuck them again this morning before they had to leave.

Maria came to me, handed me a cup of coffee and gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, honey, "she purred," I told them how good you were and they didn't believe me, but you didn't let me down

"He didn't let anyone down." Said Leena looking me up and down, absently caressing one of her bare nipples.

"But he sure 'went down' pretty good!" laughed Rose.

Maria was beaming at the praise, like a proud mother listening to people praising a son who just won the spelling bee.

"Well," I said soberly, "you can thank Maria. She taught me everything I needed to know about making a hot Filipina cum numerous times."

"OH, we will thank her," said Amy with an evil grin, "and I know how best to do it!"

She, Rose and Beth grabbed Maria and led her into the living room. I followed in a tight embrace with Leena and saw Maria on the floor with an eager mouth servicing both her tits and her pussy.

Saturday and Sunday went pretty much like Friday night. There were a few breaks for meal preparation and consumption but mostly it was one continuous orgy. I must have come about 30 times that weekend. I found that even when exhausted my hard on would return within a few minutes if properly attended to, and the longest it would take me to come would be an hour, but it usually didn't take that long. I couldn't even begin to guess how many times each of the girls came. But, by Sunday night they had all returned to their homes and Maria and I spent the night in slow lovemaking.

The big party was fun but I decided that from now on I would take it easier, no more than 2 or 3 at a time. Don't get me wrong, I certainly enjoyed it but with that many women it was hard to give each the attention she deserved.

Shortly after the big party I flashed on an idea of how to use some of my extra funds to pay bills down faster, without drawing attention. Before finding the lamp I had picked up extra money running concealed wires for folks for things like phones, TV cable and computer networks. This had been entirely under the table but now I went down and registered it as a personal business. This way I could claim I was making a thousand or more dollars a month with which I could pay off things faster. Sure I would have to pay taxes on it but so what, there was still a lot of money that I wasn't claiming. We were living pretty good. I didn't want to run out and pay cash for a new car, but I was able to take our cars in and have them fixed up as good as new. We went out to some very nice restaurants quite often. We ate well at home too since grocery money wasn't an issue. And, most nights we usually a guest in bed. Maria had always wanted a maid and it was a simple procedure for me to find some available hottie who had no obligations and have her believe that it was her job to come to our house some time in the afternoon, tidy up bit, do some laundry, cook a meal, clean it up and join us at bed time. Some I had returning at regular intervals and some were one time deals. Sometimes one of Maria's friends would join us.

On an average day I would wake up to our 'maid' sucking my cock, (she, having instructions on what time I needed to wake up, and, her 'internal clock' set to wake her up on time)

I know what you're thinking. I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard...

I rewarded the girls in one-way or another. I had found that by combining mind reading with telekinesis I could make a few synaptic connections, which would result in the person being able to utilize more of their brain. This gave them better thought processing, better analytical reasoning and much better retention. I usually tried to clean up their self-perception and self worth. Also, any who didn't have a direction in their life were given the belief that it was about time to get going on that.

So they were better off after they did a few stints as our 'maid'.

These encounters were fun, exciting and fulfilling. But to set them all down here would likely get boring. There are only so many ways to fuck. I have my favorites like anyone else so I will avoid the redundancy and only chronicle those that stand out.

Like Heather.

When one installs alarm systems for a living he or she will spend a lot of time in the homes of very rich people.

This particular day found me in the home of a very successful grocery magnate. Mr. Gregory Martin owned about a gross of large grocery stores throughout the state. The House was about 5000 square feet and had 4 bedrooms, (including one multi-room master suite) 4 1/2 baths with an incredible family room in the walkout basement, which happened to walk out onto a beach.

But, the nicest part of it (which I noticed right away) was the amazing trophy wife he had. Heather.

He was just leaving for work as I arrived. We exchanged pleasantries and I did a quick scan. He was an all right guy. Nearing 60, he was looking forward to retirement but knew he would miss the business. Hard work and an acute business sense had brought him from a smallish corner store his father started to the success he now had. He treated his employees right and their loyalty and good feelings toward him had a lot to do with his success. Eventually, he left and I went in to go to work.

I reached out and had the wife believe she was interested in what I was doing so she would stick around for a while. I was enjoying the scenery.

She was 23 and the epitome of the blonde bombshell. I know my tastes generally run toward the brown-skinned variety but a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman.

Tall, about 5'10" she was a living, breathing Barbie doll. Large (but not overly so) D-cup tits, a narrow waist and perfectly rounded ass and hips over very shapely legs.

Her face was flawlessly chiseled with a petite nose and sensuous lips.

What really made her stand out though, was her hair. So golden it almost glowed. It fell in thick waves to just about her shoulder blades.

It stopped there. You have heard the expression that beauty is only skin deep. It truly applied here.

Inside she was very ugly. She was selfish, greedy, manipulative and almost completely amoral.

I was curious about this and did a deep scan of her memories. She knew she was pretty; she had been beautiful and fawned over all her life. She was the cutest kid in school throughout elementary school, and since then had always been the hottest girl in class. And, she had always known it. Her parents were well off, thereby giving her all the advantages.

By age 14 she fully realized the effect she had on the male of the species. An early bloomer, anyone seeing her at 14 would have guessed 18. She used this to her advantage and began practicing the art of manipulation. Within a year or two she recognized the limitations of simply teasing and began to explore the possibilities of going further. She knew what the promise of sex would get her and wanted to find out what actual sex could. But she knew that once a man had her she could lose a little of her control. So she decided that she would become so adept at sex that they would want to be with her again and again. She needed a practice patsy.

Her first victim was her brother. She wanted practice and he seemed the safest. He was about a year older than her, not as popular in school despite the family's money. He was book smart, had moderate acne, and, having lived in the shadow of his perfect little sister all his life, almost no self-esteem.

She began by becoming friendlier towards him. Helping him pick out clothing and making hairstyle suggestions. She solicited his help with her homework and this led to a campaign of teasing and 'accidental' exhibitionism. She began thanking him for his help with hugs and kisses, brief and innocent at first they gradually started lasting longer and longer until one day, during a long hug, he kissed her on the mouth. She didn't resist and allowed one thing to lead to another until they eventually began having sex regularly. She used these sessions to perfect her techniques.

She knew he felt terribly guilty over having 'seduced' his younger sister but couldn't bring himself to stop - she was beautiful, enthusiastic and talented.

It lasted about 2 years. During his senior year she tearfully informed him that she had finally realized what 'he' had done to 'her' and that they would no longer be having sex. She said that she wouldn't tell anyone as long as he was nice to her and didn't bother her anymore. She managed to make him feel even guiltier than before and he became a social hermit. His last semester of high school was dismal and he barely graduated. Soon after that he discovered drinking, crawled into a bottle and has been there ever since (about 5 years now). He has been cut off from his family due to his drunken behavior and has worked a string of menial jobs barely making ends met. She hasn't given it a second thought. And in fact, she was one of the key players in getting him cut off because she found him embarrassing.

Her family's social position gave her access to some very promising young up and comers, but she was impatient. She didn't see why she should latch on to some youngster who was building his wealth and then be stuck with him... she wanted it all with no strings.

When our grocery king's wife of 40 years died, Heather went to work. Her family had always been friendly with the Martin's and she made herself available to "help" wherever she could. Drawing upon her skills it didn't take her long to have this vulnerable old man falling in love with her, and believing that she was falling in love with him.

They were married a little over a year after his wife died, over the objections of his 2 children, a boy and a girl, both about 10 years older than her. She used this animosity to her advantage ensuring that her loving husband had her firmly implanted in his will to protect her from his 'hateful' kids. She figured that within a few years she could have them completely out of the family business, after that she didn't think she would have to wait long before this old workaholic keeled over leaving her with everything - which she would promptly split up and sell to the highest bidders.

This brief history covered her first and latest victims but there were others. She would descend upon an unsuspecting target with all her guns blazing. Most men didn't know what had hit them. She would get what she wanted and move on. Always with them feeling they had done something wrong.

Back to today. Her appearance already had mister happy at attention and she was noticing (smugly). I knew what I was going to do; I just didn't know how I would choose to go about it. As I was working on getting the alarm system installed I hit upon a plan.

I made her believe that she had a condition that required regular doses of sperm from donors with a rare blood type. (Pretty flimsy I know, but I have found that a belief is a belief, and also that the fewer actual details I provide the better. Once a person has a belief, their mind will fill in the holes with all sorts of rationalizations.) Once that belief was in place I then had her believe that these doses were generally administered vaginally at a sterile clinic and at great cost. Those suffering from this condition were not treated very well at these clinics and they never liked going there. A girl with this condition who could hook up with a guy with the right blood type was spared this horrible process.

She further believed that through her manipulations of some of the workers at this clinic she was able to get a list of donors and was seeking out one in order to make him her lover - and personal sperm donor. Any guesses as to who she believed was on that list?

Not a scenario that would hold up in the long run but she would forget it as soon as I left anyway.

As I like to do, I gave her the ball and let her run with it. She disappeared into the master suite for about half an hour. By the time she came out I was done but was still putzing around like I wasn't. She was now wearing a skimpy, pink, silk nightgown and a sheer housecoat. She had deftly applied a minimal amount of make up and the difference was quite noticeable. She expressed sincere interest in what I was doing and was appropriately impressed with how I was doing the work. She was pleasant and friendly offering me coffee or soda pop and was really a very good conversationalist. Her 'interest' in what I was doing had her frequently looking over my shoulder, 'accidentally' brushing her breasts against my back, her arms often made contact with mine and she made sure she was adequately awed by my musculature (which was really pretty good at this point but I'm sure that it didn't matter).

As things went on she began to compare my body with that of her husband who, while 'nice enough', 'just didn't have the energy a younger man might - especially one in such good shape.' Most guys my age are half in denial already and it doesn't take much to flatter them.

All in all she was very good. In fact, had I not known what she was doing I might have easily been duped. When she turned it on she exuded a sensuality and sexiness that had my heart pumping regardless of what I knew or didn't know.

As for my part I decided to play hard to get and when I didn't respond to her suggestiveness I could sense her frustration, although, without my special mental abilities I don't think I would have spotted it. Like I said, she was good.

Eventually I let her talk me into allowing her to make me lunch since I was 'working so hard and doing such a good job' (I laugh at the first part but can't argue with the second - even before my wishes I had always taken pride in a clean professional job).

I picked up that she had decided that I was just a bit slow (which she liked as I would be easier to control) and that she would have to become a little more obvious. She normally operated over longer periods of time and could afford to let things simmer for a while until something eventually happened. In this case she 'knew' that once I left the house her opportunity would be lost. She had me sit at the table and while setting down the silverware (from directly behind me) she ran her hand along my arm and said, "muscles like yours have always turned me on."

"Excuse me?" I said quizzically.

"I'm sorry," she said with an embarrassed look - but without taking her hand off of me, "you are just so handsome and in such great shape, I have been watching you all morning and you are so sexy. It has been so long since I have been really satisfied. I love my husband (hint of a tear?) - but he just can't give me what I need." She seemed so vulnerable, lonely and desperate how could I say no. She was a world-class actress.

"OK," I said, pretending she had only just now gotten to me. I stood and faced her, "But just this one time, I have a family and don't want to risk losing them."

Since I knew what to look for I noticed just the slightest gleam of victory in her eyes but she never broke out of her role as the grateful, poor little rich girl. She embraced me and her body molded instantly to mine. Her tits (which were some of the nicest real tits I have ever seen) pressed against my chest and I could feel the heat from her pussy warming up my already raging hard on. She nuzzled my neck murmuring thank-you's while her hands roamed up and down my back and through the hair on the back of my head. Finally she lifted her face and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine with her tongue gently entering my mouth and contacting mine. It felt as though there was an electric current between us. She broke the kiss and stepped back taking one of my hands in hers - also giving me a nice view of her delicious body. She stepped backwards leading me by the hand towards the master bedroom. She maintained eye contact and her expression was one of admiration and gratitude.

"I have never done anything like this before," she said shyly, but then went on, "I'm so glad you agreed to this, you have no idea what it means to me."

As we entered the bedroom she began unbuttoning my shirt, loosening my belt and opening my pants. It never seemed awkward, and I don't know that I could tell you exactly how it happened but suddenly we were both naked and again in a heated embrace.

Nude, her body was everything it had promised to be under the skimpy negligee. Perfectly toned and proportioned. She obviously worked out.

She guided me back into a chair. Once I was seated she knelt down and went to work on my cock. I did a quick scan of her thoughts as she started sucking my hardened member. She was determined that this would not be the only time we did this. She needed as much of my sperm as she could get, as often as she could get it so she was going to make sure I would want her again and again. But, always one to hedge her bets she was going to get as much of it this time as possible.

And, she was very good at giving blowjobs. As her mouth moved slowly up and down my shaft, one hand cupped and kneaded my balls while the other attended to the part of my cock currently not in her mouth. As for the part that was in her mouth, her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. The sensation was incredible. I knew that with the state I was in when we started, a cock sucking like that wouldn't last long. She knew it too because as my cock grew harder and my balls tightened she increased her efforts until my seed gushed out into her mouth. The connection I sometimes have with my sex partners was in full effect and she moaned, as she had a small orgasm herself along with mine. Ever the greedy bitch though, she didn't let any of my cum go to waste. She continued sucking until she had swallowed every drop my excited dick had to give her.

She rose to her feet and moved to the bed. She stood there waiting as I joined her.

"Well, you are up to the task, aren't you." She said with delight looking at my still swollen penis. "I want to feel you inside me."

I lay her back on the bed and moved my face between her legs. I loved eating pussy and I wasn't about to let this one get away. I wasn't disappointed. It was a cute little pussy, full pink lips with just small patch of neatly trimmed hair well out of the way. She took care of it and it tasted wonderful. My tongue explored every part of her pussy. She writhed on the bed as I could sense her excitement building. I also sensed confusion. She normally didn't enjoy sex all that much; it was a tool to get what she wanted. She had to stay in control. She never let herself get caught up in it. But the orgasm she had while blowing me had gotten her juices flowing and she was quickly headed for another one. I continued licking and sucking her pussy until I could feel the waves of her orgasm wash over me.

I kissed my way up her body and as I reached her mouth she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She had had orgasms before but that last one was the best she had ever had. But, she also knew she had more cum to coax out of me.

I slowly slid my cock into her pussy. It was hot, tight, slick and still quivering. She gasped moaned holding me tightly, her legs wrapping around my ass and pulling me all the way in. I started small strokes as I nibbled her neck right below her ear. Once again, my excitement fed her excitement and visa-versa. Although, as excited as she was she didn't lose sight of her mission. She was using every trick she knew with, what happened to be, a very skilled pussy. She was clenching it around my cock, making a tight pussy tighter. She was moving her hips slightly as I stroked creating a very pleasant sensation. She let go of me and I rose up on my hands, she arched her back presenting her tits nicely. Her hair was splayed around her head making her face almost glow. Her eyes were fiery with lust and her lips slightly parted as she panted for breath.

We were spiraling up towards another mutual orgasm when her pussy went to work on my cock in earnest. She locked eyes with me but I could tell most of her attention was on the vaginal invader she was currently wrestling with. She bore down on me and I couldn't take it any more. She screamed in orgasm as shot my wad deep inside her.

I rolled off her and we cuddled for a while. She sighed contentedly. I checked her thoughts again. She was enjoying herself but was a little miffed at herself at the same time. As far as she was concerned she was on the job and shouldn't be giving in to physical pleasures. But she figured there was no harm done, she had gotten 2 loads from me already and figured, the way things were going she may be able to get another one after a short rest. At that thought her hand moved down and began exploring my balls and flaccid cock.

"If you wake him up, you will have to deal with him," I said jokingly.

"I'm counting on it." She purred.

While we lay there I began forming another plan. Exploring her mind I began to feel sorry for her in a way. She had grown up with such overblown sense of entitlement that even though she was able to get almost anything she wanted she always felt that it wasn't enough. The satiated contentment she felt after her orgasms was the closest she had come to feeling happy since she was a little girl. I finally found the problem. Her subconscious was a seething mass of guilt and self-loathing. What she had done to her brother and others later had affected her, even though she never allowed these feelings to enter conscious thought. What she had set in motion due to adolescent greed and lack of forethought would poison her for the rest of her life. The problem was, the more she hated herself, the more havoc she would wreak among those she set in her sights.

As the plan formulated, my cock was responding to her attention and she rolled up on top of me. She reached down and grabbed my cock and held it steady as she settled her pussy down around it. She slid her pussy up and down my rod while moving her hips around in little circles. This had the effect of rubbing my cock harder on the various sides of her pussy; we once again began a slow spiral of excitement. As her orgasm built she started slamming her pussy back and forth. A long staccato moan escaped her lips as she brought herself over the edge. She came moaning and crying for what seemed like 5 minutes. When she finished she collapsed on top me, panting. Her mind was roiling; she was supposed to be in charge. She was supposed to be making this so good that I would be begging for another get together. Instead, she was afraid that she would be the one doing the begging. I made my cock jump inside her and that got her attention.

She got back on the job.

And I know one hard dick that was glad she did.

Once again, she used all her tricks. The slick velvety friction inside her pussy was pulsing, clenching and quivering as it slid up and down my pole. I reached up and kneaded her perfect tits, teasing her nipples and caressing her sides. I took one nipple in my mouth, played with the other one with one hand and played with her ass with another. My finger got closer and closer to her asshole and I could sense the wildness return. Her fucking got more frantic as I laid my finger across her sphincter. She had never felt this before and it drove her wild. Her plan fell by the wayside as she began fuck with wild abandon. The neighbors were likely wondering what all the noise was as she screamed her pleasure through one, two and a third orgasm when her pussy's wild gyrations finally persuaded my cock to bring forth another scalding tribute.

We lay there in the afterglow when I realized that she wasn't so much cuddling with me as she was desperately clinging to me. Scanning her thoughts I found she had decided that she was leaving her husband - fortune be damned - and running away with me. She was confident she could convince me to leave my family. She just knew that she couldn't live without me.

Luckily I had the answer to that problem. But it could wait until Greg returned home.

By the time I was pulling out of the driveway, Heather had decided that she was actually in love with Greg. She also knew that the only way she would be able to love him the way he deserved to be loved was to come clean with him about everything. Greg would accept her as she was and not be taken aback by her newfound honesty (I saw to that). She would then tell him about her brother and the others she had hurt and how she had to try and make things right again. She would go to her brother explain everything. How 'she' had seduced 'him', how that had led to his drinking and expulsion from the family. She would then do whatever she could to help him get his life back in order, to include any treatment or therapy he may need as well as funding his education in whatever school he could get into.

Then she would embark on her mission to make amends to the others she had hurt.

How did I do this? Actually it was pretty simple. I just put her back in touch with her conscience and gave her insight as to how to go about coping with it.

And, by the way, she had forgotten all about her "condition" and the fact that we had spent most of the day fucking our brains out. But I had decided that I liked the "condition" scenario and planned to use it in the future.

Greg would support her in her endeavors, proud that she was now the loving, compassionate person he thought she was all along. As for Greg, he would start to delegate more to his managers - the loyalty he had instilled through his fairness and generosity ensured they would always act in the best interest of the company. He was also going to embark on a conditioning routine as soon as he got the OK from his doctor. These two are going to have a long happy life together.

My life went on like this for several years. By now I had all my credit cards paid off and was well on my way to paying off the mortgage in less than half the time originally planned. Craig was doing well in college, majoring in engineering and Tim was now a straight A senior in high school. Both were confident and did well with the girls, a fact that would have me worried about paternity suites if I hadn't made sure they steadfastly believed in condoms.

I had been taking trips out of town to various other cities in pursuit of my super hero activities. I realized quite some time ago that I needed to spread out my activities in order to keep a low profile.

Today I got off a plane in L.A. (After having gotten off 'on' the plane with another passenger who happened to be a very hot redhead.)

She got on the plane shortly after I did. I saw her come through the door and her fiery hair flowing across her shoulders stood out, drawing attention to her lovely face and green eyes. About 5' 6" and maybe 100 lbs she was dressed for travel. Faded jeans, looking comfortably snug hugged a nicely rounded ass. A lacey white halter stretched across C-cup tits and pink waist length button up sweater (left open) revealed a very nice hourglass figure with a diamond stud in her navel. She moved down the aisle looking for her seat I scanned her thoughts, finding her seat number I made the guy sitting next to me believe he was to be in that seat and she was suddenly looking for the seat right next to me. As she was settling in to her seat she began to believe that we were a couple, just married and on our way to our honeymoon. She also believed that it was a long time fantasy of hers to become a member of the mile high club and this flight was the one.

Right after the seat belt sign was turned off we got comfortable by raising the armrest between us and covering ourselves with a blanket. I ran my hands across her body. Her skin was smooth and very well shaped. Her hand was caressing my chest inside my shirt and with each circuit it went lower and lower until she finally entered my pants to find my cock already hard and ready to go. By now I had one of my hands down her pants and a well lubricated finger sliding up, down and in her hot slit.

She was visibly flushed and breathing hard.

"I am going to the bathroom," she announced in a hoarse whisper, "give me about a minute."

I waited the minute and followed her to the bathroom. Knocking lightly I opened the door just enough for me to slip in. It was a tight fit with her sitting naked on the sink. As soon as I locked the door we embraced in a tongue wrestling lip lock. Her hot skin was in great contrast to the cool airplane atmosphere. I sat down for a quick snack. I expected her pussy would be clean and well cared for and I was not disappointed. As I licked her sweetness I shucked my shirt and pants as best I could in the close confines of the lavatory. My rock hard dick waved in the cool air while I licked a sucked her through 2 orgasms. Every time she came my cock twitched and ached, almost squirting the pre-cum that I could feel dripping off my balls. The feedback loop was functioning.

note: OK, I know it seems like I mention the mysterious 'feedback' every time. But it really is quite rare. I mentioned earlier that I would only be relating the more memorable experiences and it is present in just about all of those. I was getting fucked 3 or more times everyday and while sex will never be mundane to experience it can be boring to talk about over and over again. Suffice it to say that when I realized that the 'feedback loop' was happening I would make the best of it. I really wish I could figure out why it was present sometimes and not others.

Anyway.... I sensed the feedback but since I was only giving stimulation and not receiving any it was pretty much a one-way street except it was probably making her as horny as I was. I had been enjoying her hot snatch for almost 10 minutes. The floor was quite a mess with the pre-cum that dribbled out of my cock and her pussy juice dripping off my chin. The small bathroom was much warmer than it had been. The time didn't bother me since I wasn't worried about getting caught, but my dick was so swollen by now I was afraid it might split wide open if I didn't wrap it in a tight pussy soon.

As soon as she had come down from her last orgasm I stood and faced her. She looked at me with a lusty smile on her face although her lovely green eyes seemed to barely focus. My cock rubbed across the lips of her soaked pussy and her hips twitched. She grabbed me and pulled me to her in a tight hug.

"Oh, God," she gasped, "Fuck me now! I need it so bad!"

I slid the head of my cock into her and she moaned hungrily. I kept it there for a few seconds. She locked eyes with a beseeching look,

"Please?" she begged, "all the way."

I slowly drove it all the way in. Her hot snatch convulsed around it while she gave a fresh whimper with every inch. Her pussy felt glorious around my cock and I knew that I was feeding her my pleasure just as she was feeding me hers. Her excitement grew and she began grabbing my cock with her pussy. It felt like she was trying to lock it inside her but she was far to wet for any kind grip. I wanted to pound into her like a jackhammer but kept myself at a slow methodical pace. I concentrated on how good it felt to slide my dick slowly in and out her hot twitching pussy. I knew that the more I enjoyed the feeling the more I was sending it to her. Her exhilaration rose higher and higher and it became harder and harder to keep from coming. I wanted to wait until she started and I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly she held her breath and bore down on her abdomen muscles clamping her pussy tight around my cock. I felt her orgasm rush over me, and my cock exploded. Spurt after spurt of hot cum gushed out into her welcoming pussy. With each spasm of ecstasy I fed her she reciprocated with a wave of her own. I almost blacked out. It was just like the feeling you get when you stand up too fast and the blood rushes from your head. Time seemed to stand still and I have no idea how long I was hanging in a limbo of orgasmic bliss. When I returned to my senses I could tell she wasn't back yet. Her eyes were completely unfocused and she was releasing a slow sigh.

Suddenly with a sharp intake of air her eyes focused on me and she hugged me tightly.

"Oh, My God, "she exclaimed quietly, "I have never felt anything like that before!"

We embraced, enjoying the sense of afterglow times two that the feedback allows. I noticed that my cock was still inside her and still very rigid. I started moving it in and out again.

"Ooohhhh!' she sighed, "Don't tell me you have anything left."

"Let's see how much I have left I said, shaky but gaining more strength every second.

All in all we were in there about an hour and a half. I came 3 times and she came 5 not counting the two she had while I ate her.

We returned to our seats with several hours still remaining and just in time for the snack service. While we ate, I explored her mind to see what I could do to thank her for our tryst. I found out that joining the mile high club had actually been a fantasy of hers. I kicked myself for being impatient. I probably could have let her engineer a much more entertaining scenario had I known this. But now that I did know it, I decided that she wouldn't forget me entirely. By the time we were done eating she remembered that we had talked a bit and the subject of the mile high club came up. She confided in her fantasy and on a whim she decided to act upon it. She remembers a very enjoyable experience but has decided that sex with strangers is dangerous and from now on she will limit herself to known partners. That last part was because I caught her thinking that maybe the experience was so intense because I was a complete stranger. I worried that if she began seeking sex with strangers she would at best end up with some serious STD's and at worst, AIDS or maybe hook up with some obsessive violent asshole. So I had her begin to believe that it was the acting out of a fantasy that did it. I figured that it was much safer for her to indulge in her fantasies with guys she knew and it would be a lot of fun for them as well. There were definitely some lucky guys who owed me Christmas cards from now on. I then realized she was my first redhead and, if she was any measure, the rumors about redheads were true. She was an incredible sex partner. I wouldn't mind keeping her around for a while, but she had her life to live and I had an agenda of my own. Still, I made a note of her address and phone number and decided I would look her up whenever I was in her neck of the woods.

After getting off the plane and saying goodbye to Ann (did I forget to mention her name? Oops...) headed for a seedy area of Hollywood to look for some crimes to stop and some targets of opportunity money-wise.

It didn't take long before I sensed fear. As I came up on the scene I felt the fear mixed with a dose of anger and helplessness as well. It was an old man being braced by three thugs. Disheveled hair, ill-fitting clothes and a lot of tattoos and chains festooned these assholes. They were all vicious bastards who robbed for a living, had killed before and didn't mind it as long as there were no witnesses. They had all done a short stretch or two for robbery and/or assault but had never been pinned for any of their more serious crimes. I didn't know how they had ended up amoral predators and at this point I didn't care. Their victim had distracted me.

He was in his late 80's to early 90's. I could tell that at one time he was a large formidable man but was now a mere shadow of what he once was. He was wearing tennis shoes, tan slacks and a light blue windbreaker. He had a VFW cap on his head that indicated he had seen action in the pacific with the Marines in World War II. He had been to the VFW hall for a few drinks and was heading home when these assholes accosted him. He had been mugged twice before in the last year and it pissed him off. Back in his younger days he would gone through these guys like swatting flies, and that he could no longer do that was pissing him off too. He had just enough of a buzz on to decide to hell with it. He wasn't going to take it anymore and he was going to stand up for himself. And, it was going to get him killed. He knew that too, but didn't care. He had faced death a thousands times against the Japanese and he never let the fear of death keep him from doing what he had to do then, he wouldn't now.

I found myself surprisingly angry. I don't know if the feedback loop kicked in or if it just pissed me off too. Having spent 20 in the Marines living in the shadow of glory cast by men like these, I had enormous respect for them. To see these punks ridiculing and harassing this man had me enraged. I yelled at them. I'm not sure exactly what I yelled but I got their attention. They turned around and two of them were letting me know that it was none of my business and I should just go away. The third one puzzled me. He whistled. If I had not been so clouded by anger maybe I would have scanned them better before acting. I could have semi-immobilized them and let the old man take them out (in retrospect, that would have been real cool) but I just wanted to kick their asses. The whistled caught me off guard and before I could find out what it meant by reading his mind something hit me from behind. Now I was real confused. I was supposed to kick into fight speed when I was attacked - even if I didn't know it was coming.

Whatever it was on my back had almost knocked me off my feet and was now squeezing my left collarbone painfully. I reached behind me and felt fur. It was a dog. It was a big dog. It was a big dog with a very strong mouth. Spinning around I was able to grab it by the collar pull it free throwing it to the ground in front of me. A very large Rottweiler hit the ground with a yelp.

Whatever it was that turned on fight speed must be linked to my telepathy. Somehow I must sense the violent thoughts that occur just before an attack. Since the owner of the dog wasn't actually attacking me, it didn't trigger the response. Something I would need to remember in the future.

The dog must have landed hard because it had a hard time getting up and it continued yelping.

The owner of the dog screamed something at me and came towards me with a knife. Finally, fight speed kicked in. The other two assholes were right behind the first but that didn't bother me. What bothered me was the amount of blood on my clothing and the amount of blood hitting the assholes as I took them out. I knew that I was hurt very badly. An important vein had been punctured. I knew that at the end of this fight I would pass out or maybe die from blood loss.

I didn't want to take a chance on leaving anyone around to hurt the old man so I went all out. Drawing upon the knowledge of martial arts I had learned from instructors of several different disciplines as well as my own hand-to-hand combat experience I really let them have it. The dog owner ended up with a broken neck but he was the only one I killed. I had shut my nerves off and felt no pain so I didn't realize at the time he had left his knife in my side when I killed him.

The other two closed on me. I stuck my fingers two knuckled deep into the eyes of the next one. Angling my fingers upwards, they slid in above the eyeballs and when I curled my fingers they popped out bouncing on his cheeks while I held his face like a six-pack. The other jerk hit me with a pipe across my shoulders while I was blinding his buddy so I side kicked him hard at the front of his knee. With my strength, my foot went straight through snapping his knee backwards. His screams joined his friends as he went down on the ground. He was tough; I'll give him that. With one leg useless he landed on his other knee, managed to stay up on it and took another swing at me with his pipe. But all the got him was a broken arm and a smack across the temple with his own pipe. The other guy was staggering around screaming. I bet he had a very odd view of the ground.

And time returned to normal.

The old man was completely out of danger but he had stuck around. I felt dizzy and weak and became aware that I was lying on the ground. The old man's face came into view and I remember thinking it odd that a dark gray fog - like you see in those cheesy glamour shots - surrounded his head.

"Somebody's calling an ambulance, buddy." he told me with concern in his eyes, "you just hang on there. You're gonna be alright."

I knew this wasn't the first time he had told that to a severely wounded and dying man. Even though it had been over 60 years since the last time, he was still pretty good and I almost believed him.

"They better hurry," I murmured.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, "you don't know me. Why did you get involved?"

I looked up. I knew I couldn't explain the Jinni and my super powers.

I knew I didn't have time to explain to him my own time as a Marine and respect I had for him and all those others who went before me.

But maybe I could tell him that part.

I met his eyes for a brief moment and managed to say, "Semper Fi, mac." It's a Marine thing...

Then, I died.

The next thing I knew, I was above the old man. I had no real physical sensations yet I felt a pull in one particular direction. I fought it for the time being and observed the scene below. I wanted to try and give the old man a gift to make his remaining time as peaceful as I could.

He sat on the ground with my head in his lap. Tears streamed down his face and without reading his mind I knew they weren't for me. Those were the tears he never cried decades before when he held countless other dead and dying Marines. Some, like me he didn't know, others were his best friends. I was more determined than before to make his last years peaceful.

Scanning him was difficult. I had to consciously fight the pressure I felt, trying to draw me to my next body. But at the same time it took quite a bit to penetrate his mind. Apparently my mental powers were boosted a lot by the physical energy of an actual body.

I found there wasn't much more I could give him. After returning from the war he had led a satisfying and successful life. He had five kids; all doing well, over a dozen grandchildren and his wife was still alive as well. Other than the punks he had to deal with here the only disquiet he had in his life was over not having really mourned the loss of all those he had left on various coral islands all those years ago. It seemed he was doing that now. As he cried, he saw in his lap - not my face - but the faces of the friends he would never forget. With every tear he released one more ghost, one more nightmare. Maybe, in the end, I did give him that gift. I tried to think of a way for him to deal with the neighborhood that had gone downhill since he bought a falling apart shack over fifty years ago, which he remodeled and added on to until it became a very nice home that he didn't want to leave. But, now he had decided to sell his home and move up north with the daughter who had a guest house and had been trying to convince her parents they would be better off there.

There was nothing more for me to do here. I succumbed to the pressure and the ground flashed by as I was pulled rapidly, who knows where, to the scene of a car accident.

There had been a head-on collision. Two seriously injured in a large RV and three dead in what might have been a Mustang convertible. I checked the three dead ones. All teenagers, two so severely damaged that I couldn't do anything about it. The other one I could repair and re-animate but there were complications. He was the driver of the mustang. From the scene it appeared he had crossed the centerline and hit the RV. And, he was drunk. From the amount of booze in his body he must have been sloppy drunk. I decided I didn't need the baggage that would come with this and passed on this body.

I no sooner thought that thought than I was being whisked away to another recently dead teenager.

I was floating outside a high school. There were flashing lights and lots of commotion. Policemen were asking questions and trying to keep the crowd away from a couple of paramedics working on a still figure. With a scan that wasn't so hard since I wasn't fighting to stay in place, I found the paramedics knew they were just going through the motions. This kid had been severely beaten. They had seen it before. They also knew that they would keep administering CPR and shocking him until they were able to get him into an ambulance and out of sight of his schoolmates before they would even acknowledge to each other they knew he was gone.

I checked the body. The killing blow had been to the chest. A fractured rib had punctured the heart. With telekinesis I moved the rib just enough and repaired the damage to the heart. There was still a lot of damage to the body but with the heart repaired they could get it stabilized and into a hospital where I (and the doctors) could finish the healing.

They were just prepping another zap from their portable defibrillator. As soon as they shocked it, I waited a second to see if it would work, when it didn't I re-animated the body. It seemed to the paramedics that the shock worked. It made their week and jolted them into fevered action. No longer were they going through the motions trying to spare the other kids the trauma of seeing a friend die before their eyes. Now they were actually saving a life. That was all I knew. Having committed to this body I was now limited by it and sank into unconsciousness.

When I awoke it took a few minutes to figure out where I was. Once I realized what had happened I started to take stock of the situation. While I was still puzzling it out a woman came through the door. She moved towards the bed slowly. She was older, but still attractive. Brown hair about shoulder length framed classic features on a well taken care of face. What really made her look old were the deeply etched lines. Worry lines my grandmother would have called them. As she got closer she realized my eyes were open and she shrieked. Running to the bed she embraced me, crying. I guessed she was his(my) mother but did a scan to confirm it. I had to be careful. I had decided long ago I would feign amnesia to help ease myself into this body's life. But to act indifferent to this woman would break her heart. Saying, "I'm sorry, do I know you?" was out. But I had to pretend to be confused.

The door opened again and a nurse entered. Obviously brought by my(his) mother's scream. She rushed in, saw my eyes were open, stuck her head back into the hall and shouted, "Get doctor Evans!"

She came to the bed and tried to pull his(my) mother off of me. "Give him some air, Matty." She said. "The doctor will be here soon. Let's see if he has anything to say."

Mother reluctantly released me and backed up a little - still holding my hand.

"Well, sweetheart, how are we feeling?" Asked the nurse as she took my other hand and checked my pulse.

"Hungry." I said. That was a safe thing to say.

"That's a good sign," She said with a smile, "we'll see about getting you something to eat just as soon as the doctor gets a look at you."

"Honey," That was my(his) mother, "I was so worried. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't made it."

Just then, the door opened again and a middle-aged man walked in wearing a white coat.

"I hear someone's awake!" he exclaimed with forced cheerfulness. "Danny, my boy, you gave us quite a scare."

The nurse gave him a quick synopsis of the vitals she had rapidly collected.

I looked at the doctor, and as quizzically as I could, I asked "Danny? Who is Danny?"

His(my) mother stepped back, her hand to her mouth.

He looked to the nurse, "Would you be kind enough to take Matty for a cup of coffee while Danny and I have a little talk."

Matty (I got tired of trying to decide who's mother she was) didn't want to leave but allowed the nurse to guide her out the door.

"Son," the doctor began, "do you know what year it is?"

I tried to look as though I was thinking, "No, sir." I replied.

"Do you know how old you are?"

"No, sir." I replied.

"Can you tell me where you were born?"

"No, sir." I replied.

"Do you remember anything about yourself?"

"No, sir." I replied after a few minutes of apparent concentration.

That began a rather extensive charade. Lucky for me I could read the minds of the experts who examined me and was able to present all the right symptoms.

For continuity and ease of writing I will now be referring to my new body in the first person. It's just easier, OK?

I was in the hospital for another 6 weeks. During that time I got reacquainted (re?) with my family, 'found out' what year it was and pretty much everything else about myself that anyone could think of.

My name was Danny, but you probably already figured that part out. I was 16 years old and just finished my junior year in high school.

My parents were decent enough but in the interest of their privacy I will not mention their last name or the exact town we lived in - though it is in Southern California.

Matty you have met, Sam was my father and I had a sister, Sarah, who was a year younger than me.

She was why I was here. From what I could gather (and I could 'gather' quite a bit) she and Danny were very close when they were younger but lately had grown apart. That was not quite true. Upon entering high school she had become embarrassed to be his sister. She had blossomed into a very beautiful young woman and he was an outcast. He was tall, painfully thin, acne and not smart enough to fit in with the nerds. As soon as she realized that most of those in her desired social circle viewed him with contempt she felt that she had to follow along or risk being not accepted also. I found that this made her a little uncomfortable with herself but what do 15 and 16 year olds (boys or girls) understand about these types of things.

But that's not why I was here. Apparently her treatment hadn't changed Danny's feelings. She had been on a date with one of the graduating football stars and they ended up at the house of another just like him. The two of them had tried to get her into a threesome but she refused. She ended up kicking one of them in the balls and running out of the house. She called her big brother on her cell phone and he picked her up and took her home. It may have ended there, but the next day at school the two assholes let everyone that not only had they had the threesome but that it was her idea. They also spread around that she wasn't a very good lay since her pussy was all stretched out.

After school that day, Danny had found his little sister sitting in his car sobbing inconsolably. What happened next I pieced together from the minds of various witnesses when they were brought in to hospital room to give depositions (the lawyers thought it would be good psychology - my parents are suing the parents of the other kids for medical expenses). Danny had left Sarah in his car and sought out the two jerks in question. Finding them with some other jocks on their way to the parking lot he stopped them and demanded they tell the truth. From the pictures I got from the minds of the witnesses Danny was enraged. When they tried to dismiss him and push their way past him he tried to stop them. It appeared that the effort was pretty pitiful but it got their attention. In total, four of the football players joined in the response. The beating was quick and brutal. By the time Sarah had realized something was happening and got on the scene it was all but over.

Poor kid. He finally stood up for something and it got him killed.

Of course I was the only one who knew it got him killed. That saved those four assholes from a very long stretch of prison time. As it was, two were doing a few years in jail for assault with intent to do great bodily harm instead of on they're way to college. The other two just got probation since they stopped when Danny hit the ground. The two that went to jail had kept on stomping and kicking for a while. Actually, they had kept it up until Sarah arrived and started screaming.

My being here had also saved Sarah from some major guilt. She felt bad enough anyway.

The day I woke up was the first day all summer she hadn't come to see me. Many days she sat by my bed all day. My mother would show up after work and they would both sit there until the hospital made them leave. Sometimes my father would join them.

Since I woke up she hadn't missed a day. She couldn't do enough for me. As I said she felt pretty bad. She wanted to apologize for how she had treated. The reason for my beating was now well known by everyone (the real truth had come out saving her reputation) but she didn't think I knew how she behaved towards me for the year and a half leading up to it. She was pretty torn. She was enjoying our renewed relationship but was certain that I would hate her once I found out she had basically abandoned me. She was afraid that I would find out anyway and wanted to be the one to tell me, along with a profound apology. She was just afraid I could never forgive her. Like I said, what do 16 year olds know about such things?

This particular day we were in my room watching a rerun of the Andy Griffith Show and just enjoying each other's company. She was very pleasant to look at. Long auburn hair fell in silky locks straight down to about the middle of her back. She had small very pretty mouth and a perfect nose. High cheekbones gave wonderful accent to her green eyes. She was only 16 and already her breasts were mid range C-cups but her narrow waist made them look bigger. Her hips and ass were a bit small but nicely shaped and I figured they would fill out to ideal curves in the next few years.

Her guilt had been building up over the past few weeks and I knew she hadn't slept much lately.

"Sarah?"

She looked over at me, "What ya' need big brother?" She said with a little grin. She really had not been able to do enough for me. She had made it her mission to keep me warm, comfortable and well fed.

"I don't know. But something just seems wrong."

"Uhm, What do you mean?" she asked with a worried look.

"I'm not sure, really. But whenever you come here, I am happy to see you. I love our time together, you are really a wonderful sister and I hate to see you go. But, somewhere, deep down, whenever I see you there is a feeling of sadness. I don't know why." As I said this gave her some small mental pushes.

"I know why." She said, her eyes filling with tears. "Its because of what I did. You just don't remember."

"C'mon," I said, "I know what happened and it wasn't your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself. It was those assholes fault all the way."

"Not that!" she said with a sudden sob. Tears were streaming down her face and she was trying to look at me but couldn't seem to do it. Suddenly she jumped out of her chair and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I'm so sorry, Danny!" She said crying and gasping. She was clinging to me desperately. "I was horrible to you. I was mean and awful. Please forgive me! I beg you. I'll never say anything mean about you or ignore you or anything, just don't hate me! Oh, God, can you ever forgive me?"

I held her for a minute and let her cry. When her hysterics had been reduced to mere weeping I pushed her back to arm's length.

"Sarah, what are you talking about? I could never hate you. You are my little sister and I love you, no matter what."

She was sitting on the side of my bed, blubbering, trying to look me in the eye but unable to accomplish it.

"I hope that's true." She said softly, eyes downcast.

"Of course its true." I said. She finally looked up to meet my gaze. "I love you no matter what. Now, tell me what you are talking about." I knew that she had to get it out or it would eat her forever.

She drew a long shuddering breath and tried to compose herself. Finally she began.

"At the beginning of my freshman year I made friends with some of the popular kids. Danny, please don't take this wrong, but you aren't very popular."

"That's OK, I kind of figured that out since you and the folks have been my only visitors." I said trying to be reassuring. "Go on."

"Well, my friends - probably shouldn't call them friends, really - they would make fun of you, sometimes behind your back and sometimes to your face. I was embarrassed. I was afraid. I wanted to be popular. I wanted to fit in... So I did it too." The last part came out in a gush and started a new flood of tears.

I lay there quietly, watching her, holding her hands and letting her get it out.

"Sarah, I understand. I don't hate you for it."

"No! You don't understand!" She spat. She stood up and began pacing around the room, becoming angry. "They would tease you and call you names and I would laugh right along with them! I never told them to stop, I could see how it hurt you and I never said anything! I could see how much it hurt you when I was with them and I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway! EEWWWW!!! I make myself sick! Hundreds of times I watched you being their victim and I... didn't... do... ANYTHING! GOD... I am so PATHETIC!"

She turned her back to me and seemed to deflate.

With a heavy sigh she said in a quiet voice, "But one little rumor starts about me and you were right there defending me." She turned back around. "Defending me just like when we were little and you never let anyone pick on your baby sister."

Fresh tears welled up and she threw herself towards me, again, hugging me urgently and trying to talk around her tears.

"Oh God, Danny... you could have been... been killed by those fuckers... I tried to help you... you weren't breathing... I kept telling people to call 911 but it took forever before someone did... I tried CPR but I didn't know how... when the paramedics couldn't revive you... I didn't know what I was going to do... I couldn't have lived with myself... I was so scared..."

She pulled away, sniffing.

"So anyway, that's why you don't understand. You don't remember the hurt I caused you. You don't remember what a horrible person I am. I don't know if I could ever make it up to you."

"Sarah, I do understand." She started to say something but I stopped her. "Just listen, OK? I don't remember details of my life but I do know stuff. I remembered how to talk, walk and eat - and while you were talking I did understand wanting to be liked and accepted. I can understand how embarrassing it would be to have someone like me as your brother."

"But it wasn't right!" She protested.

"Right and wrong got nothing to do with it. When I realized no one was coming to visit me, and what that must mean I was OK with it. I guess I was used to it, I don't know but it didn't bother me."

"You don't remember, you can't know how bad it was." She said. "You MUST have hated me."

"I don't have to remember to know that I did understand what you were doing and why and that I was OK with it. If I hated you I wouldn't be here now. If I hated you I never would have stuck up for you. If I was as hurt as you think I was I would have viewed your humiliation like a kind of justice." I took her hands and look in her eyes. "But I didn't. I took exception to it. Therefore I can only assume that I DID understand and that I still loved you anyway."

I squeezed her hands and gave her a smile.

"Consider yourself fully forgiven."

She threw herself back into an embrace, this time tears of joy flowed forth.

"But," she blubbered, "I will never stop trying to make up for it. I swear, I will be the best sister in whole world."

My new body was healing rapidly. One of the first things I noticed was that the horniness of adolescence was even worse than I remembered. Or maybe it was the virility my powers gave me. I don't know. But as I healed, I was almost painfully aroused quite a bit of the time. Surprisingly enough, there is no shortage of attractive women working in hospitals. Between doctors, nurses, aids, technicians and administrators I found a number of young lovelies to satisfy my needs.

At first I had some of the night nurses believe that adolescent males needed sexual release to facilitate healing.

Marna was one of my favorites and it was with her I got the idea.

She was a 28-year-old blond honey. She was one of those petite packages. A tiny waist sat between a tight round ass and small B-cup tits. I really have no idea how long her hair is since whenever I see her it is always worn up off her neck. Her face has sharp attractive features. Small lips under a tiny pointed nose gave perfect accent to her slightly almond shaped blue eyes. At about 5' 2" she couldn't have weighed ninety pounds.

She came into my room the second night I was awake.

"How are we feeling tonight?" It was standard bedside chatter, said almost without thought a thousand times a day.

"Better I guess." I responded automatically. Her beauty had stunned me and my cock was already starting to swell. I knew I had to have her so I immediately made her believe that she needed to check my vitals, slowly and carefully. That would give me time to think of something.

She took my wrist and her soft warm hands and felt for a pulse - which must have been racing. I touched her thoughts and found that she did notice that it was pretty fast but she also figured out why since it wasn't the first time a male patient had a bit of an elevated pulse when she took it. She wasn't arrogant about it and in fact I found that she had entered nursing because she really did have a desire to help people. She tried to find something to like in everyone she met. Of course with some she had to try harder than with others. But she was a big fan of humanity. She didn't mind that men found her attractive - she didn't try to flaunt it or take advantage of it, but she did enjoy it most of the time and if they liked looking at her, what was the damage?

She was also thinking that I wasn't so bad myself. This surprised me since the body I had seen prior to entering it didn't seem to be the attractive type. But I realized that my powers had been at work while I had slept. I looked through her eyes and realized in that month I had put on about 15 pounds and the acne was completely gone. The gauntness and the red splotches had hidden a rather good-looking young man. Shouldn't have surprised me though. My mother and father were both attractive people and you met my sister in the last chapter. Had Danny not been killed he likely would have grown out of his awkwardness and developed into the sort of man nobody recognized at the 10 year reunion. He was gone now, but the potential of his body would be fully recognized in just a few years.

While Marna was taking my vitals I hit upon the idea of having her believe that sexual release was important to the healing process. (She would only believe this while with me, and then only when we were alone) She believed that part of her job was to coax orgasms out of the young men under her charge. She finished up with my vitals and pulled the sheet away.

"So, now let's see how this is doing tonight." She said as she reached for my swollen cock. The fact that she did this matter-of-factly yet with her cheerful bedside manner was extremely erotic.

"My, we are in need of some release aren't we?" She remarked fondling my rock hard cock.

Danny was fairly well endowed, or she had very tiny hands, or both. Her fingers barely reached all the way around it. Her touch was electrifying and it jumped to an even firmer state.

"There, there," she cooed, "you just relax and let Marna fix you up." She stroked me gently with one hand and lightly caressed my chest and nipples with the other. Leaning over, kissed my beneath my ear and continued kissing down my chest until she got to my manhood.

She ran her tongue down the length stopping to suck in one of my balls. I felt a shiver run through my whole body. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Releasing my ball she licked back up to the head of my dick and took it into her mouth. The warm softness that engulfed my swollen member was almost too much. I felt her lips and tongue sliding up and down and my balls began to boil.

Then she started to gently knead my balls while her mouth worked its magic and that was it.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned but to my surprise she kept her mouth tightly clamped on my cock while jet after steaming jet of hot cum spurted out of my raging hard-on. She tried desperately to swallow it and did a pretty good job. She continued sucking, trying to clean me out completely. My cock stayed defiantly rock hard despite the incredible orgasm I just had and she couldn't help but notice.

"Well it must have been a while since you have been in a coma and all." She commented, gently stroking my penis. "I guess you will just need a second treatment tonight."

She released my organ and took a step back, slipping out of her uniform.

Her skin silky smooth and had just a hint of olive color. Her tits were just over a handful and she had no need of a bra - though she did wear one.

It never ceases to amaze me how, once I have instilled a belief, people will fill in the holes and even the history of that belief out of pure confabulation. (Though it does explain how a lot of religions and cults survive.) Her next statement was a perfect example of this.

Her dress on the floor, she took quick glance at the door while she shed the lingerie and moved back to my bed. She had a mischievous grin and said, "I don't usually do it this way, but you are awfully cute and after what you did for your sister, I think you deserve something extra." (Apparently my sister had been regaling the hospital staff with the story of how heroically her big brother had come to her defense.) In nurse Marna's mind, not only had she filled in her history of helping adolescent patients achieve sexual release, she even knew how she accomplished this and 'remembered' that she normally didn't screw them.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I reached up and cupped one tit and ran my other hand slowly up and down her side. Her skin was silky smooth and warm to my touch. As my fingertips brushed her slightly concealed rib cage she gave a small shiver of enjoyment.

She reached down and guided my burning cock into her boiling pussy. As her cunt gradually engulfed my cock she locked her eyes on mine. Her pussy felt so good. It was hot and very tight but so well lubricated that I had no trouble sliding in. My current cock was a bit longer than my old one and her pussy seemed to slide down it forever. When she bottomed out she gave it a quick squeeze and this forced a short gasp of pleasure from me. Tightening the grasp her pussy had on my cock she let out a long sigh, her eyes rolling up in her head.

I briefly touched her mind and found that she was greatly enjoying this. Her desire to help others, her attraction to me and her feelings that this was a reward for my 'heroism' combined within her mind to make this a totally giving experience which, to her, was very erotic. It didn't hurt that she had found little time lately for sex and that my cock was among the larger of those she had heretofore encountered. Plus, it could currently cut diamonds and was throbbing so hard inside her hot tight pussy that it almost hurt.

She slowly stared to slide her hot snatch up and down my stiff pole. The feeling was unbelievable. She would slide it up until it almost came out then without any pause at all she would reverse direction and slide back down. She would pause a bit when she hit bottom but only to squeeze her cunt muscles a few times. When she did this it seemed that she could feel every bump and pulsing vein on my cock. She seemed to enjoy this almost as much, if not more than I did. But she was obviously doing this for me.

Except when her eyes were involuntarily closed or rolling back she kept those beautiful blue orbs focused on mine. Her lips were slightly apart but her jaw was clenched with concentration. She watched my eyes for signs of pleasure and every time I gave indication that my bliss reached a new height her almond eyes would twinkle with glee.

By concentrating on pleasing my cock she had increased her own awareness of my pulsating member invading her pussy. Watching the pretty little blond package working at my cock was quite a turn on. My hands explored her tight body and enlarged nipples. After only about five minutes of her sliding and squeezing her hot box around my hard cock she had worked herself up to a massive orgasm. As it came upon her I saw her eyes widen, her mouth opened and she sucked in a quick gasp and then, biting down on her lower lip so she wouldn't cry out, she began to shake and slammed her pussy down hard on my dick. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. She let out a little moan and the spasmodic fit her pussy was having on my cock put me over the edge. My cum boiled out of my balls and shot out of my cock like a water from a fire hose. Jet after jet of scalding cum exploded into her quivering pussy. My back was arched and it probably looked like I was an epileptic.

I was still suffering aftershocks when she returned to reality and bent down to me. As I came down I found her beautiful face inches from mine. She was smiling, stroking my hair and whispering, "Did you like that, baby?" When I was finally able to answer that yes I did like it very much she giggled and kissed me. "Well, I liked it too." And gave her pussy a little squeezed on my semi-rigid cock.

"As fun as this was," she said, "I have other patients to attend to so I better get at it.

She climbed off my dick but still had one more surprise for me. Instead of grabbing the sponge from my sponge bath to clean the cum (both hers and mine) from my cock, she bent over and licked up every drop. After thoroughly cleaning me she stroked my hair again, looked down lovingly and said, "There, think you can get some sleep now, sweetie?" Hell. I was half asleep already. I don't remember her leaving.

Being as horny as I was, just about every time a nurse, candy striper, pretty technician some other (female) hospital employee came into my room and we were alone they suddenly believed that sexual release was a vital part of the healing process and it was up to them to help me out. How they approached it seemed to be an extension of their bedside manner. Some were perfunctory and mechanical, stroking my cock until it shot. Some were more caring about it but only a few went beyond hand jobs. Two other nurses, one aid, my physical therapist and a few of the candy stripers sucked me off and one of the young enthusiastic lasses even went so far as to swallow. But none of them fucked me, and none of them were even remotely as enthusiastic and giving as Myrna. She would show up about 4 nights a week. She lovingly coaxed one or two loads out of me every time. She loved to fuck me and as I grew stronger I was able to help out and she would have 3 or 4 orgasms each time. She only remembered the belief I had instilled in her when we were together alone and at those times she remembered everything we had done together. It was a bit funny, watching her breeze into my room her usual cheerful, bubbly self and as soon as she laid eyes on me she transformed. She was still cheerful and bubbly but she also became loving and very sensual. But, even when we weren't alone and she didn't remember the intimate side of our relationship, she still treated me as on of her special patients. I don't know if this was due to some subconscious reaction to our secret dealings or if she would have felt this way regardless but either way it made her presence very pleasant - alone or not.

I considered keeping her after I left the hospital but eventually talked myself out of it. If I kept every hot piece of tail I had from now on I would soon be trailing a harem of thousands and I think that would attract the sort of attention that I knew I still needed to avoid.

So I gave her my typical gifts. In her case I had her believe that she needed to take care of herself, physically and mentally in order to avoid the burn out that happens often to those in her profession. That way she would avoid succumbing to the drugs, alcohol or overeating that claimed so many of the kind hearted in our society. I also found that she had a hard time with relationships since she was such a people pleaser she had never been able to be completely intimate on an emotional level. Like a lot of women in our world she found domineering men to be sexually attractive. Since most men of this type are at least a little abusive, and she had just enough self-respect to not endure such treatment, her relationships didn't last long. However, she was very confused as to why this continually happened, relationship after relationship. So I gave her a belief that seeing a therapist would help her make the appropriate changes.

(I don't often know how my gifts end up working out but in this case I did find out. A few years later I took a rescued victim to an emergency room and there was Myrna, as beautiful as ever. She had that look one gets when they recognize someone, but aren't sure whom it is they are recognizing. This was likely because I had reached full physical potential and was a hell of a lot taller and beefier than when she knew me. So, I told her who I was and after several "Oh my God", a couple "Look at you" and a few very nice hugs she took a break and we had a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. I scanned her while we caught up and found that she loved life. She worked out regular, had a very healthy self-respect and, after coming to terms with her personal demons she had started dating a very nice guy who worked in hospital administration. They had married and had a healthy relationship based upon honesty, mutual respect and incredible sex. I couldn't have wanted more for her. She was still a knock out and I considered the two of us slipping away for a more intimate reunion but decided against it since I had already given her everything I could and I don't like taking sex without giving something back. I told her I was happy for her, had a final (very nice) hug and went about my life.)