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Archive-name: Book19.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 19 of 20
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A single bird careened amongst the trees. 

Light wind gave the waving branches a surreal atmosphere, almost 
dreamlike. The manicured meadow was peaceful in the sunlight, empty 
save for the occasional avian adventurer. Fresh cut grass smell 
lingered, but the wall of trees about the field moved to and fro 
without concern for the activities of such mere mortals.

She was a good touch after the last few months of living in Manhattan.
He lay back on a blanket he'd 'borrowed', closed his eyes, and soaked
in the quiet.

As he relaxed he cast about him with probes of thought, seeking
activity, a caution brought about by the attempts on his life. Trying
not to dwell on the threat didn't prevent him from taking precautions.

No one nearby was harboring threatening thoughts about him. Oh, some
guy at the far end of the park was contemplating committing a
mugging. Bob saved the elderly couple the punk was eyeing by
performing an instant act of reform on the kid's psyche.

There was also a young woman, he could sense her. She was about 18,
and just out of sight amongst the trees around the field Bob was
relaxing in. He eased a gentle hint of curiosity into her, something
to bring her within sight.

She stepped out to the green field, walking close enough to give him
a good view. Olive brown skin, dark black hair, she was about 5'
9-10" tall. Her legs were almost golden in the sun, looking almost as
long as the rest of her body. He knew it was an illusion, but their
straightness also drew his attention. She wore tight, almost too
revealing red shorts, and a halter top which restrained what appeared
to be very pleasant assets. Some kind of silver jewelry graced her
neck, the end of which was secluded among those same assets.

Bob wondered what she would sound like in orgasm. He wondered, is
she be one of the screamers, a moaner or would she whimper in a totally 
submissive state of grace. Or, he smiled to himself, is she one of 
the ones who crossed the boundaries and had giggling fits? 

She turned to face him. He could see wide eyes, soft red lips, and
stately chiseled Roman nose. Her cheeks were smooth and high,
accenting the fire in her eyes. The dark hair framed her face, also
accenting her features, showing her beauty off as though she were a
porcelain doll.

He reached out to her and played lightly along her nervous system with
the symbols. It was a serious performance, her body an unusual musical 
instrument with unique tones and resonance.

She gasped, bringing one slender supple arm up so her fingers brushed
her lips. The other arm crossed her torso beneath her chest, fingers
holding to her side. Eyes dimming as her eyelids struggled to remain
opened, she almost writhed in place from the invisible grasp. Her
head nodded forward, then lurched back, flinging the black hair over
her shoulders like a mane. Her breath rasped in sudden uncontrolled
heat. Her swaying body moved smoothly into an almost dancing rhythm. 

He let go physical control.

She remained standing, gasping and regaining composure as he released
the hold he'd taken of her. He was pleased with her response. It
should be more fun to manipulate this woman from child, than simply
squeeze her body sexually dry in one quick burst.

"Oh!" she said, coming to her senses, realizing he was watching and 
grinning at her. "Oh, I don't, I, well, I don't know what came over
me."

"That was very interesting. Come on over and sit down." 

"I can't. It wouldn't be a good idea, I think."

He relished the way her lips rolled as she spoke. The facial 
expressions she used while speaking were acts of sensual behavior as 
well.

"Only for a few minutes, really."

She cocked her head as though in thought, unaware Bob had made her 
mind up for her. The idea of fleeing passed quickly.

"Okay," as she walked forward, hips swaying, an invitation to direct 
and immediate rape. Bob admired the flexing movements of her waist as 
she dropped elegantly to the grass near him.

"I'm Bob. And you...?"

"Beth. Beth Covecce." 

"Beth, we can have some fun together. Bet you'd like that."

"I'm not sure, I don't know you, like I said before. I shouldn't even 
be talking to a strange man alone in the park."

"Have I threatened you?"

"Nooo." She force the admission from herself.

"Have I done anything other than talk to you?"

"Well, nooo."

"Where is the harm in sitting and talking with me?"

"I don't know. I just feel uneasy about it."

Bob could feel her trepidations better than she could. He was thriving
on it,er
gut. Her sullen concern excited him.

She looked at him, big browns appraising him as though he were a 
prospective employer. Her hands folded smoothly in her lap, arms 
ever so slightly pressing her breasts together and out. Bob felt his 
own juices stir.

"What do you do Beth?"

"I'm going to be a student at Columbia, this fall. I'm going to enter 
the business program..."

"You still live at home?"

"Yes. I'll commute to classes."

It was Bob's turn to be reflective. She'd better dress more
conservatively for that trip. Dressed the way she was, she invited
sexual assault in this city. It was all he could do to keep from
tumbling her right now. But he realized the thrill, the power, the
excitement of using his talent was best drawn out.

"What do you do Bob?" She came to the conclusion she subconsciously
decided to risk meeting him, so she was going to get to know him. He
could sense her will trying to take control of her actions. He
smiled, knowing how helpless she was. She took it to be interest in
her friendliness.

"I consult for a law firm in mid-town. I was exploring different parts 
of the city. Today I thought this park looked interesting."

"Yes, it is nice. A little patch of quiet and calm."

A pause lengthened into reverie. They both watched a squirrel zip
across the grass in front of them. The mad dash was both frantic and
curious in nature. A small flock of pigeons settled into a picnic
area at the far end of the field.

Her legs stretched out, showing the turn of her ankles in gentle
geometry. Bob watched her hang her head back, showing the smooth
expanse of tender neck, silver necklace vanishing into her cleavage.
The neck appeared yummy enough to sink his teeth into. He chuckled to
himself, almost a vampire like thought.

"What's funny?," she caught his eyes with hers again.

"I was just thinking about vampires and how tasty your neck looked 
just now."

She reddened up. The pink color overcame her tanned skin, giving her a
look of innocence. She tucked her head down, trying to conceal her 
embarrassment. She didn't see how this aroused Bob.

The quiet returned again. Bob could feel she wasn't sure why she'd sat
with him, and the remark about her neck disturbed her Italian Catholic
upbringing. What to make of this new acquaintance of hers in the park?
The attempt to fathom his comment seemed to be eat into her thoughts.

"Do you have a boyfriend Beth?" He already knew she did. He was 
looking for more ways to bring out the embarrassed pink in her face.

"Yes, his name is Joe. It's really Joseph, but he likes me to call him
Joe."

"Do you do things with him?"

"Oh yes," came vivaciously. "We go out to movies and dinner all the 
time. He's so sweet. We're going to get married after college. He's 
going away to Holy Cross. Holy Cross is in someplace called Wooster. 
Only it's spelled like the cooking sauce, you know Worcester or 
something. I think." She pronounced the name like Westchester,
probably more familiar.

"No Beth. Do the two of you do things in private together?"

"Huh?" Then she turned red again as it dawned on her what he meant. 
She looked away from him, and spoke, "No, we're waiting until we get 
married."

"That's a shame, you don't know what you're missing."

"I can wait, thank you." Her face became wooden, not pleased with the 
direction of the conversation.

"I can show you, if you want."

"I think I'll go now, thank you very much." She started to get up. As
she reached her feet, Bob sank a set of curiosity symbols into her,
and a twinge of desire to try something with him.

Standing there, looking at him as though he'd torn her clothing off, 
she pondered. He could see the gears clicking in her head. Actually
a stream of symbols spinning in a whirl, including the ones he'd 
added. 

"I guess I could hang out a while. It's not as if I need to go 
anywhere or do anything today."

"That's nice. I'd hate to see you leave when we were just getting to 
know each other."

"Um, yeah." She stretched herself back out on the grass, her skin 
almost glowing from perspiration in the warm summer weather. At least,
it seemed the sweat came from struggling with the hot weather.

"So what do you two do?"

"Um, I'he 
taboo subject of sex and intimacy was bringing her to an uncomfortable 
state of uneasiness.

"Oh, come on now. It can't be so bad."

She pinked up again, turning away before almost whispering, "We kiss."

"Kiss? That's all?"

"He sticks his tongue in my mouth. I like it, but it's kind of gross."

Bob laughed. He couldn't help let his raucous laughter roll him over
in the grass. This was the worst, the most embarrassing thing she
experienced so far about sex?

"What's so funny!?"

He calmed down. The bridge of her nose wrinkled up as she used a
stern expression. Dimples were slightly visible in her cheeks.

"You're embarrassed about necking? In this day and age, when virginity
is so incredibly disposable? I'm hardly sure I know what to say."

"You! You! You!" she sputtered at him.

"It's okay! Calm down. Come over here, that's right, come on over 
here."

Pouting like a rebuked child she crossed her arms.

"I won't hurt you, I promise."

She crawled over where he was sitting. She knelt next to him. He
pulled her around, placing her head carefully in his lap. She
resisted lightly, but not too seriously.  Along with her furtive
glances, she managed a nervous smile for him. Her hands clenched into
fists over her chest, a barrier against advances.

He smiled at the resistance, knowing how hopeless it really was. He
bent forward, giving the barest of kisses, almost brotherly. She
pushed him back.

"Joe and I..." she trailed off as he made a more serious effort to 
engage her in passion. His tongue levered between her lips and glided 
along her teeth. She yielded to the kiss, opening her mouth and 
allowing him entry. Her tongue remained elusive, evading his own as he
sought after it for greater interaction. Yet her hands were cool, now
against the back of his neck as she pulled his face into her own.

Yes, she thought, this was nice. But Joe, what about Joe? Shamefully,
she felt, she was betraying Joe even by just necking with Bob. Bob
was so, well, in charge. She knew Joe could never be this enticing,
drawing her into a sensual experience like this.

Bob enjoyed the sensation of her inner embarrassment. The pink shade
of her face as her eyes closed with each passionate embrace was
further visual confirmation. She entered into necking with minimal
adjustment, a light tweaking of her interest, her curiosity. The
humiliation was an enjoyable side effect.

His hand rested on her bare tummy. The skin's surface was smooth and 
soft, muscled underneath, but delicate to touch. She twitch and pushed
at his arm every time he moved the hand up her rib cage. 

Against her struggling resistance, his hand cupped her breast through 
the material of the halter. The flesh beneath pillowed his hand nicely,
more than filling his hand.

"Stop!," she squealed, pulling back from him. She rolled off his lap, 
and started to shake her finger at him. "I don't do that sort of 
thing. Keep your hands where they belong!"

"Where did you think they belonged?" As he asked he sought out the 
resistance inside her. She contained many oddly conflicting views, any
of which could cause a lot of trouble. "Tell me how it felt."

"It felt...," uncertainty swept up in her. He prodded her interest and 
desire again. She was confused, her face screwed up in a semblance of 
deep thought. 

He rode the cyclone of symbols in her head, interjecting feelings of
pleasure, blocking sensations of fear. There were many elements in the
spinning thoughts giving rise to fear. Every time he thought he'd
given her counter thoughts to overcome the fear, another would pop up.
Once it was an image of some nameless nun, slapping her for some
trivial error. An idealized image of her father flew past, certain in
itself he would never do this with her mother...

Reluctantly, she drew close again. She sa lightly held her close by the
shoulder. As they necked, he used it to pull her once more into his
lap. Between kisses, her brows furled, eyes pleading him to do her
no harm.

Tension ignored, she allowed his hand to cover her breast unimpeded. 
The nipple popped to a stiff erection under the halter. She gasped, 
feeling a sinful pleasure seep into her chest from his touch.

"Oh!" She gasped it out, looking to the side. He rolled the nipple, 
still behind the cloth, between his fingers and thumb. Her lips opened
with a sharp breath. She clenched her eyes shut, as though in pain 
rather than the soothing pleasure he knew she felt.

He slid his hand under the halter, cupping his palm against the flesh.
Her head snapped back, eyes open again, a gasp expelled with startled 
surprise. Her hands came up again, both grabbing hold of his forearm.
Yet she allowed him to continue, rolling her head with rhythmic 
breaths, coming from low in her diaphragm.

His left hand found the bow and knot at the back of her neck. He
pulled it undone. Rolling back the cupping halter revealed the
unattended breast, a pale mound of soft pliant skin, tipped with a
nipple whose color almost matched her lips. The areola was almost
three inches across with the knob jutting outward just so.

He bent down to her chest. With the tongue's flat middle, he licked
her almost light enough not to be felt. But the nipple's skin
tightened immediately. He took the time to curl his tongue about the
rubbery knob, lashing as well, back and forth. The flesh hardened,
stiff erect, and pointing outwards from her chest.

She was rolling her head now, rubbing back against his leg and waving
her silken hair about. Her eyes rolled back, the lids shuttering open
and closed. For all her shame in allowing him to use her body, she
enjoyed the sensations all his attention gave her.

Pulling his hand free from the halter's bottom string, Bob caught a 
glimpse of the end of her necklace, a little silver cross. He smiled, 
and moved it so she couldn't fail to see what he was setting aside. A 
huge surge of shame and guilt flowed through her, washing in amongst 
the sensations of pleasure. He chose this moment to tweak her nipple 
harder than before, bringing another gasp of pain and pleasure from 
her soft red lips.

"unna, ooohh...," she moaned.

She strove to suppress the guilt and shame, to enjoy the luxurious 
sensations his petting brought out. It was a mixed battle, bringing 
out Bob's own arousal. 

He played with her. The nipples were sensitive instruments, 
controlling her arousal without modifying her mind. She rode about on 
his lap, something like the sporadic movement of tree tops in the 
wind. 

Teasing at her now, he settled back, watching her face enjoy the his 
manipulation with only one hand. Then he slowed to a stop. She 
settled against his stomach, whimpering.

"I never knew. I never knew how nice it would be," she whispered.

"You still don't. All we did was some gentle petting."

"I, um, thank you."

"We're not done you know."

"No?" She shuddered nervously.

"I just think we'll find someplace else to play."

She sat up, starting to retie the halter in place. 

"Don't bother. Take it completely off, now."

"What!?"

"You heard me. We'll both enjoy it more."

"But...," she nearly whimpered.

"I insist. Do as you're told."

"Um, as you say," she said. She hesitantly removed the halter,
handing it to Bob, who tucked the cloth into his rear pocket. He
picked up his things, and they began to walk.

She kept looking about. Afraid someone would see her walking, tits
hanging out, with only the little silver cross over them. Thinking of
the cross brought out another bout of humiliated shame. But Bob knew
she now had become determined to explore the experience a little longer.

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The street wasn't empty, and several people were stared at her. No 
one said anything, no one would in Brooklyn. But she felt filthy. The 
degradation of walking down her own block on the way home, without any
cover over her full breasts, was eating into her composure.

But Bob refused her quiet plea to return the halter top. Walking 
under the windows where friends were certain to be looking out. 

Worse still was new. In the most familiar manner, his arm was around
her back. At the most embarrassing moments, he reached under her arm
and cupped her breast. The fingers pinched her nipples, shooting a fire
of pleasure along the rib cage and up to her throat. The feelings were
intense and so good. She enjoyed the use he was making of her, even
before strangers. Not to mention the friends and neighbors who were
watching her pass.

Bob sucked in the emotion, excited at how she'd reacted. He was also 
pretty exhausted, causing so many people to forget seeing the two 
of them. There were far more than he expected in the five blocks from 
the park.

Beth was near tears, but stoically accepted her fate. The tears
couldn't hide her heightened breathing though. The humiliating walk
came to an end as they entered the hallway to the brownstone. They
entered her family's apartment and a sigh of relief came out.

Bob knew relief would be short lived. He had already probed the
apartment as they entered.

Air conditioning licked along their sweaty bodies. The cool air gave
Beth at least a series of attractive goose bumps. She was very
unsettled, having brought him home for their fun. However, her mother
would be shopping for some time, and Dad wasn't usually home until
eight lately.

As they stood in the living room, Bob cupped her breast and pulled
her face to his for a passionate kiss.

This was the moment Beth's mother stepped into the room from the 
kitchen.

"What in the hell?!" she shouted.

"Mother!" Beth's arms tried to cover her nakedness. Red streaks shot
through her complexion, her head hung to one side as though beaten.

"You slut! This is how you repay us?! The Good Lord knows, we've fed
you, clothed you and..." Mrs. Covecce stopped in mid-sentence. Bob
turned to Beth and sucked in the sensations of humiliation,
degradation, and guilt the girl was exuding. His rock hard prick
strained the confines of his trousers.

Then he looked back at the mother. 

She also had long jet black hair, the same slender but full figure,
and a delightfully lovely face. Beth must have inherited the brown
eyes from her. Her stern look was gone, dropped into a trance like
state. Her clothing was interesting considering the weather.

She wore a heavy smock like felt shirt, a mid-calf length skirt, and
a pair of sandals. What he could see of her legs were almost
identical to Beth's and her hands looked delicate but strong. The
shirt was billowy enough to conceal the exact shape of her breasts.

She couldn't be older than 37 or 38. Her face just didn't carry the
wrinkles of any more age than that. He figured with a little make up,
the mother and daughter could pass for sisters, twin sisters.

He adjusted her mind symbols. When he let her free again, she would be
in an odd sort of servant mode. She'd do anything for him. She turned
her life over to him for everything until he reset her later. She
still would hold her own views and express them, but she'd defer to
anything Bob wanted.

It was easy enough to do, just not exciting to take her this way. The
conquest wasn't the same. Bob wondered how other Voices got any
excitement without slower incremental control, allowing the other
will to fight back. Then he let go of the thought.

"Beth," he prodded her to look up.

"What?" She looked at her mother, "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing yet. What's her name?"

"Judith, but Dad calls her Judy."

"Sit down in the large chair Judy," he commanded. She walked over 
scowling again and sat down. "How would you like to see me fuck your 
daughter, Judy?"

"NO!," squealed Beth, "Not in front of mother!"

"Oh yes dear," her mother replied, dripping acid. "You've been such a
slut, you may as well get plugged now. If I get my way, your father 
will take a belt to you later."

Her shame rose further, tears welling from the depths of her eyes. Bob
turned her around before her mother, and kissed her passionately. She
responded even more strongly now. Humiliation brought the heat out in 
her.

Bob reached for the young woman's tits. He fondled them as he kissed
her, knowing Beth could no longer resist the bright pleasure he gave
her. He pulled back to watch her reaction t
and a moan escaped her throat.

"You little cunt," said the mother, "you've been screwing around all 
along, haven't you. Why else would you sound so much like a whore?!"

"moth..." Beth gasped at a sudden twist Bob gave her nipple. "yess."

She staggered in place. Her head swayed with lust.

Bob stopped molesting the girl. He stepped towards her mother. Then
he turned, looking back at the vision of sex standing confused before
him. Uncertainty made her fidget.

"Take the shorts off, and anything underneath too," he commanded.

She stared at him for a moment, then turned away and began undoing the
zipper. While she was doing so he kicked his shoes off, and began to
unbuckle his belt. As the hot pants hit the floor, Bob's trousers hit 
too.

She turned around, displaying the curly black hairs at her groin. She 
tried to cover the pink parts with her hands, self conscious being 
nude before her mother and Bob both. 

"Pretty good looking daughter you have, Mrs. Covecce."

"So you're going to rape my baby, are you? What kind of..."

"Save it cunt," he interrupted. "When I'm done with her, you're going
to beg to be fucked too."

"You wouldn't dare! You filthy cretin. Do you really think I'll allow 
you to manhandle me that way!?"

"Yes you will, and you'll like it too."

He bit back the anger he'd started to show. It was his own fault, not 
taking the time to more completely take the other woman's mind. Just 
for fun, he sent ecstatic jolts shooting through the snarling woman.

Like her daughter had reacted in the same role, she blurred into a
sensual haze. Her eyes rolled back, lips parted, and rolling sine
wave like motions began in her body. She moaned and threw her head
back, intently watching his eyes whenever she could keep her own
open. A hand instinctively raised to her mouth, she sucked a knuckle
in past the teeth. Her shoulders arched back, and her abdomen rolled
a little in lustful heat.

He released the hold he'd seized on her nervous system. The symbols
withdrawn, she blinked. Aware how she'd behaved, she turned her head
away. He read the concern in her, a concern that she was no better
than her daughter.

Beth, also watching this, was both aroused and embarrassed by her
mother's heated response. Mothers never have anything to do with sex,
do they? This was a challenging concept to the young woman. Oh sure, 
sex to make babies, but not for fun.

"Now Beth," Bob returned to his initial play thing. The only thing she
still wore was her silver cross. It pleased him to know she imagined
it burned her. It scalded her for sins she believed were about to be
committed. "Sit down on the floor. Spread your legs and touch
yourself."

"I can't do that! Mother told me it would make me sick."

"Hmm, maybe we can fix that." He eyed her mother. "You go join her. 
Strip down to your birthday suit and sit along side. You can show her 
what to do."

The older woman stood and rather mechanically unbuttoned the shirt, 
peeling it back to reveal a black lace bra restraining assets to 
compete with her daughter. The skirt restrain her walking stride as 
she moved along side her daughter.

She unzipped the skirt, pulling it down around her knees, and finally 
over her feet. In equally smooth motions she removed a small slip, and
the bra. Her panties were also black lace, and were soon in the pile 
with the rest of her attire.

She sat, spread her legs, and began to rub her clit immediately. 

"You spawn of Satan! How can you make me do this?" She startled as
she rubbed the pleasure button. Realization passed across her visage.
"You did this to Beth too! I'll do anything you want, just leave my
baby alone. Please, I beg of you..."

Bob smiled, maybe leaving her in control of her opinions and ability 
to speak wasn't such a bad idea. She saw this whole thing as an act of
God's will, the devil's actions for sure. Her own shame was on the 
rise, only she was able to express her fears.

"Ahhh!, no, no, no," she said. Her hips had abandoned her control, 
and were humping against her hand. Beth joined in, again aroused by 
the sight of her own mother, fucking herself with a finger.

Bob enjoyed the bouncing motions the two sets of her beautiful breasts
bobing them up and down as she fingered herself, forcing the flesh
into excited circles.

"Oooooh," Beth made a round shape with her lips, panting, moaning, and
moving as much as her body demanded for the deep feeling.

"Aaaahh, unngg!," cried the mother. She would occasionally whimper and
whine as though she'd been injured. Then a burst of "yes! YES!" would 
spout from her lips and she would be moaning again.

He could make out the hands in both cunts, rubbing the pink tissue 
with fury. A chorus of moans from the two women grew louder and more 
intense. 

The mother came first, at least she knew a little of what to expect. 

"YESS! YESS!," she screamed, slamming her head from side to side. The 
black hair flew about giving the appearance of total abandon. Her body
writhed about, thrashing against the floor. As she finished, her eyes 
were filled with tears, sobbing sounds began to come from her.

Beth's moaning had become stronger. She was completely oblivious now 
to her mother's state. Her lips swollen in lustful red, she rolled her
tongue along the soft surfaces. Her head bobbed and her eyes slipped 
to half mast. She grunted and moaned, occasionally whimpering with 
pleasure.

"OH!" Her body went into convulsions. She began to flop about 
furiously, and then rigidly pulled herself into a ball. The orgasm 
came so quickly and passed just as fast.

Bob finished undressing while the mother and daughter lay side by 
side. He knelt beside Beth's head. She smiled. 

"That felt so nice." She was still in the haze of after sex pleasure. 
He grinned at her. Her mother was looking at the far wall, trying not 
to meet his eyes.

"We're not finished yet."

continued in part 20