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Archive name: Power15.txt
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : Disabled powers
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Disabled Powers - Chapter XV
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by Caesar, c1994
It had been an exciting few weeks for the teenager.
His kinkiest desire available with but a thought. The
possibilities were endless. Sport was a bright lad,
and knew not to overextend himself, someone would
put the pieces of the puzzle together, even when
those pieces were so outrageous. So he left his sexy
neighbours alone, only browsing randomly their
thoughts to see what was up. While he continued to
flirt with his nurse and friend, it didn't go beyond a
gentle squeeze or a passionate kiss. And of the other
two domestics, Esmerelda was the only one that
Sport still indulged in. Almost nightly she used her
skilful mouth upon his young organ, leaving as soon
as it was done. He had "suggested" to her mind that
her body was extremely turned on with the nightly
episodes, so when she returned to her room, she
could not help but masturbate frantically with her
employers young son in her mind.
In fact, he was about to permantely slow his
excursions down by only concentrating upon one
female at a time. He loved Traci and wanted to her
to be the one that took his virginity away. When told
of this, the young nurse practically cried with
happiness, frantically kissing his hands. It would
have happened very soon if the young mans father
hadn't come over to spend time with his son.
Normally his father would not have been bother to
give his cripple son the time. But this time he had a
surprise, he had brought a woman with him. It was a
charade when his father bent over and gave his only
son a hug, before introducing him to Yvonne, his
fiance. The woman, a younger prettier version of his
departed mother, didn't even look at the boy but
instead looked about the room. Sport noticed that
she had less interest in him than his father had,
though the old man seemed interested in showing off
is "affection" to his young bride-to-be.
With an instant distaste for his step mother-to-be,
Sport forced her head about so she would look at
him. She looked a bit startled when her eyes came
upon the small "pretty" disabled boy in the fancy
wheelchair. He saw pity and disgust, two things that
did not help his impression of Yvonne. As a
malicious action, he sent a wave of sexual pleasure
into her thin body. She doubled over in surprise and
pleasure, yet quick to hid the physical emotions from
the two men in the room.
"Are you all right honey?" The older man forgot his
son and ran to the young woman, putting his arm
about her shoulder. Again she doubled over after a
quick jolt of excitement hit her like a fist. This time
she cried out. "Come lie down?" He tried to guide
her over to the couch but she stopped him with a
gesture.
"No...upstairs!" Her voice was horse and the animal
look in her eye telling Sport she was easy to
manipulate. His father helped the fashionable
woman up the grand stair and out of view, no doubt
in his mind that she was going upstairs to relieve her
sexual pressures. He did not need to query into her
mind to figure out she would practically rape his
father.
In only moments, his amusement turned sour after
he realized he had helped their relationship. The
sexual energy she would bring to the bedroom would
ensure his fathers happiness, something that did not
entirely please him. Why should the old man get
everything handed him on a silver platter, except the
perfect son? With cruelty and a quick flash of
mental powers, Sport send a complicated command
set to Yvonne. He didn't even bother browsing her
thoughts to see if it had connected, since he didn't
want to discover the happiness his father was
enjoying with the classy woman.
The power was his and he took full advantage of it,
Yvonne would lay with his father but would find no
fulfilment with his organ. In fact, she could only
achieve the greatest of sexual achievements, an
orgasm, with the young man she had ignored. In
fact, every time she would come around him, her
body would tell her this simple fact by the excitement
she would experience. Even her own hands would
never be able to achieve the climax she would so
desire. It would become so frustrating, getting
excited but not being able to release that excitement,
that he fully expected her to attempt a liaison with
him.
Almost an hour later, his father descended the stair, a
small smile upon his lips, his eyes tired. While
Yvonne come down a few moments later, looking
disappointed and just a little disgusted. They were
about to leave when she suddenly looked up into the
eyes of her husband-to-be's young son, she shivered
and then quickly turned away. Afraid to turn back.
Yes, Sport thought, she would become a great
addition to this household.