They say wise bees don't sip from fallen flowers. As bees go though, I'm not very wise I suppose. In fact as a bee, I'm a complete fucking idiot. I fell for Crystal McCorrister that night. Completely and totally. I gave myself over to her in love, not knowing what would come of it. I was afraid and excited. I was confused. I felt foolish as well, but it was a nice comfortable feeling. It wrapped around me like a blanket, that both warmed me and suffocated me at the same time. I was feeling thick in my guts and dizzy in the head as I walked out of her yard. If you've ever been in love you know what I mean.

The question is, if I had loved her all along, where had all these emotions suddenly come from? What was so different now then, say, 24 hours before when I went to bed thinking she was the worst human being on the face of the earth? For one thing, I knew her intimately now, inside and out. I knew her every secret, her every shame, and instead of wanting to exploit these secrets to my own advantage, I felt the over powering need to take care of her. I saw her as someone who needed the love I felt inside. I felt like my love could heal her, if she gave it a chance.

I suppose it was also very liberating to at least finally admit my feelings to myself. I mean, you don't masturbate over someone who treats you like dirt all your life, unless you're completely insane with self-loathing, or completely in love. I was in love. I loved everything about her. The very thought of her lit up my world. I wanted nothing more than to be near her, touch her, hold her. It sounds corny, I know, but hey that's exactly what love's like. I'd be lying if I said any less.

Nevertheless, she was still one hell of a messed up bitch. I admitted that to myself as well. We were not an item or anything yet. She had a lot to sort through first before anything like that came to pass. My heart ached at this thought. There was the possibility that I might never get to hold her as I wished. She might never get her head straight. I was definitely afraid, but love is foolishly brave. Love is a soldier who charges into combat against impossible odds, more often than not getting wounded and killed in the process, but dying brave nonetheless.

I released a burdened sigh.

So there I was, sitting in my dad's car in front of her house, wondering what the hell I was gonna do. It was too early to go home. The night of wanton sex and lubricious sensual gluttony I had planned was sort of cancelled, and it was not even 9:00 yet. I couldn't possibly go home. I had to go somewhere to sort out my thoughts, clear my head at least a little if possible. I was feeling the brutal hang-over of the unfulfilled lust that had rampaged through my system and I almost felt super-human with the energy of it. I felt like I was fucking pulsating, like a human battery, charged full of pent up sexual electricity.

But what to do about it? Go home? Lay in my bed, 15 feet from my sister Caroline, the hot little minx whose romp with her boyfriend had gotten me started on this road to excessive sexuality earlier that evening? I couldn't face that. I had to go somewhere else.

I started the car and drove away. There was not really anywhere specific I could go so I just drove around for a while. After a while though, I suddenly realized that the amulet I wore was burning hot against my skin. It must have been an illusionary heat though because I was not in any kind of pain from it, and there were not marks on my body. I swear it felt like I could have friend an egg on that thing though.

I decided in that moment, that since I had nothing else to do I would begin to investigate the powers of the amulet a little further. To "try it out" so to speak. What could it do? What other powers did it have other than making me more sexy, and showing me a person's sexual history? As a normally studious young man, I was naturally fascinated by the concept of such research. Where to begin though?

I would have to begin in a public place. That was for sure. Not much use investigating human sexuality by yourself. I turned into the parking lot of a small café and stepped out of the car. This place was known as a regular hang out for teens and young people in general. There were many of them here now in fact this night, both inside and outside the restaurant.

A young couple stood outside a car, leaning against the hood, kissing and cuddling one another, oblivious to the world around them. I focused on them, and after only a fraction of a second I could tell they were in the same old situation of building their relationship toward sex. She had been hesitant, struggling with issues of trust and fear of betrayal, while he continued day after day, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay in the end if she just gave herself to him. So far they hadn't gone further than petting and he was terribly frustrated.

There was someone else in his life though. Ah-ha! There was the catch. The girl's intuition was right. He had grown tired of waiting for her and was seeing some other girl on the side, trying his best to get her in the sack as well. He was doing much better with this other girl, and he had decided that if she laid him first he would ditch this one. Not a very noble fellow, I thought. He did not deserve such a pretty girl.

Let me see. How to resolve this situation? If I could both read other's and project my own sexual history, perhaps I could do the same in the third person point of view. I focused in on the young man and found a hot make out session he had had with this other chick. There she was jerking and stroking his cock as he kissed her in the back of his car. He begged her to suck it and she did. Her technique was clumsy and emotionless, but he didn't care. He was soon spewing into her mouth, with a gleeful snarl of release. She coughed and spit it out. This had happened the night before. Hmmm.

"Oh Sandy," the young man had sighed. "I love you so much!"

Suddenly the girl in the parking lot snapped away from the kiss and pushed the little rat away.

"What?" he asked her in shock.

"Who the fuck is Sandy?" she glared at him.

It looked like my trick had worked. The amulet had done it. It was just a matter of focus.

"What are you talking about?" he stammered nervously. "I don't know any Sandy?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Teddy," she snarled. "You... You got a blow job from her last night, didn't you?"

"What?!?" he gasped. "No! I don't even know anyone named Sandy!"

His tone of voice betrayed him though. His words came across with a how-the-fuck-did-you-find-out-about-that tone to them. She burst into tears and ran away. He followed her a few steps but then stopped.

"Well fuck you then," he said. "At least she puts out! She's not a frigid little bitch like you!"

"Asshole!" she screamed back at him.

"Cunt!" he replied stupidly.

But the girl was already gone. I had saved her from a tragic mistake. I felt good.

Inside the restaurant was another scene. A girl and three guys were sitting in a booth by the window. I took only a glance and the story came to me. She was there with the guy she sat beside, but she was thinking of dumping him for his friend who sat across from them. He was nicer looking and more popular. She didn't want to break up with her current boyfriend first though. He offered security. A car, money, a comfortable rung on the ladder of her social life where she could rest of a while before moving up to a higher position. She simply planned a subtle regiment of flirting until she was sure that his friend would scoop her up the moment she ditched this guy.

Surely women are the root of all evil, I thought to myself as I sat down alone at a table by the back wall.

What to do about her though? This poor guy really cared about her. He would probably kill himself if he was betrayed like that, even though it wasn't his fault. I couldn't simply spill the beans as I had done with the couple outside. I had to come up with a better resolution.

I glanced at this guy's friend, the target of her social aspirations. Was there something about him I could reveal to her? Yes there was. He was as much of a snake as she was. What an ugly mess! He already had three different girlfriend's in various parts of town, and each one of them thought she was the only one in his life. What's more, he was fucking each of them, and a few other little tramps he found on the side. Ah! There was the key. He had contracted a case of VD! Yuck! He didn't know it yet, but he had already infected two of his three girlfriends, and he would infect the third tonight.

I silently projected this thought into the girl's mind and her face went pale. Her eyes widened and she shook her head in disbelief and confusion. She was not sure where this weird information had come from but she trusted it. She was suddenly repulsed by the guy across from her. She grabbed onto her boyfriend's arm and snuggled a little closer to him. She began to reconsider her ambitions and suddenly thought the safest thing to do would be to stay with this ordinary boy. He may not be much, but at least he was clean.

As a parting thought I projected the notion into her mind that she should probably show her appreciation for his love and devotion by going all the way with him that night. She should make him a happy man. If she reassured his fragile teen ego then maybe he wouldn't be so "plain" anymore.

It was decided. She smiled up at him as he talked casually with his buddies. Nobody noticed the life-changing decision she had just made. They would live happily ever after I supposed. This was fun. I felt like some sort of super hero, healing the ills of the world, protecting the people from tragic mistakes that would mess them up for life.

As for the philandering young man, I projected the thought into his mind that maybe it was time to settle down and give up his wild ways. Maybe he should see a doctor and make sure he hadn't caught anything. He had been with some pretty skanky girls after all. He suddenly looked nervous sitting there. He decided right then and there to skip school the next day and go see his doctor. Mission accomplished.

What else could this amulet do?

I sat there for a long while glancing from person to person, from face to face, from life to life, studying the situations I saw in each one. Most people had no serious problems. A lot were virgins. Some had had some bad experiences at some point in their lives but had otherwise turned out normal.

I felt so powerful sitting there, delving into the secrets of each human heart. It was exciting and scary at the same time. I had a weird sexual omniscience somehow. I saw this girl masturbating in her bed at night dreaming of her gorgeous young teacher making love to her. I saw another girl parading naked in front her window, purposely giving the old man next door a peep show. I saw this guy over there who was in the habit of hiding in his aunt's closet when she got out of the shower, watching her walk around naked for a little while before she got dressed. I also perceived that she knew he was in there and gave him the show on purpose, hoping he would grow up with a healthy appreciation for female beauty.

The world was a strange and wonderful place.

But then I saw a sad and pitiful sight. In one corner of the room sat a young man, alone and absorbed in a book. He was painfully insecure, slouched over as though trying to make himself smaller. He was unpopular at school, and he was beginning to wonder if he might be gay. Not because he had any particular attraction toward men, but he simply loathed women. Every hurt he had ever felt in his life had been the result of a woman. He had a domineering mother who had driven his father away with her incessant badgering and emotional abuse. He had two older sisters who bullied him constantly, belittling him every chance they got. And now, to top it all off, there was a table full of cheerleaders next to him who were quietly throwing stuff at him, giggling and hissing awful names at him. they knew him from school evidently.

"Larry Fairy," one girl giggled. "You want some more fries, Larry Fairy?" Then she tossed one over at him. It hit him in the head and dropped down onto his book, staining the page with a splotch of grease. They all burst into humiliating cackles of laughter. He said nothing, but his guts were tumbling over and over with rage.

My heart went out to this poor guy. I knew exactly how he felt. How could I make him feel better? How could I tell show him that he really wasn't gay? He was actually quite straight sexually, but was being driven away from women by the absolute cruelty of the fairer sex.

As I looked at him I perceived another threat to his sexual well-being. There was a teacher in school who had been grooming him for sex. A male teacher, his chess club leader, who had been getting closer and closer to him day by day, exploiting his yearning for friendship and taking the teacher student relationship to an inappropriate level. This man had been his only friend in the world for a long time, but had recently begun initiating physical contact, touching his knee here and there, and putting his hand on the Larrys butt. Creepy stuff like that. It wasn't creepy to Larry though. He was just glad to have a friend. This is why he was beginning to question his sexuality.

The tragedy was that he wasn't even gay. But he was taking his first steps down the path to a life of loneliness and despair, never knowing true love, but only moving from one relationship to another in pursuit of physical pleasure that would dull his inner torment.

Ah. Now I was seeing a person's future. This was awesome, but terribly scary.

It was time to take action. I had to save this guy from this fate, and I had to do it now.

The first thing I did was muster up all the lust I could. Pure raw sexual lust. Lust that could not be resisted by mortal strength. I mustered up the energy for this lust both from my own strength and the collective sexual energy of the entire room. Then I got up and walked over to the table where the six cheerleaders sat. I would use them. As punishment for their cruelty they would be the tools by which I saved this young man's life.

As I approached them I blasted this lust out at them. It was merely an act of my will but it worked. They all jerked as though hit by something and they all stopped their chatter and just stared at one another in shock. They suddenly felt the overwhelming lust I had mustered up and it literally shook them from the bottom of their being. They all trembled and fidgeted, and squirmed in their seats. Finally one of them spoke.

"Why the fuck am I suddenly so damn horny all the sudden?" she said. The others gasped in agreement. They felt suffocated by this feeling that only a good hard fucking could alleviate. Suddenly I stepped up to the table and stood above them, looking like a very god of sexiness. Their combined lusts turned upon me all at once and they stared up at me like starving dogs, as though I were a steak waved in front of their noses. I deflected their lusts aside however, planting the notion into their collective consciousness that it was not me they wanted, but Larry. I project the image into their minds of all six of them writhing all over his body in naked wet sweaty lust, sucking and fucking and coming, over and over and over again until they could no longer even move.

I suggested to their minds that they had really wanted him all along, and had only been ridiculing him out of fear of what their friends would think of their true feelings. It was complete bullshit, but they bought it. One by one they glanced from me, over to Larry. They saw him in a new light suddenly. They found themselves wanting him. Their nubile young bodies readied themselves for sex with him as they stared at the idol of their lusts. Cunts churned, juices flowed, nipples hardened. Their faces flushed with a lascivious hue of feminine arousal. But who would make the first move?

"If you really want him, you should all take him together," I said quietly to them. "Look at him, he's an absolute god. How come you never noticed before? Go on over there. Invite him out to a party. The party where the seven of you will discover your true feelings for one another. You will be his harem. You will be at his very command, and you will love it 'cause he's the greatest guy on the face of the earth..."

As I spoke they all nodded unconsciously in agreement. The suggestions I made sunk in to their shallow little brains, and they were molded like putty in my hands. I had called it punishment for them, but it wouldn't be. They, the six hottest cheerleaders in the school, would from this day forward live to serve his every sexual whim.

None of them got up to approach him though. They suddenly felt humbled to be in his presence. They suddenly felt unworthy. Surely it would be an honor just to have him speak to them. He was so gorgeous. So sexy. So like everything they'd ever wanted.

As I stood their listening to their thoughts I suddenly realized how malleable the female mind really was. I merely had to nudge them in the direction I wanted them to go, and they took the ball and ran with on their own. A few minutes ago they had regarded him as human garbage, a mere insect to be ridiculed for their amusement. Now suddenly they were giving themselves away to him in body mind and heart. What amazing power I wielded! If only this kid knew what I had just done for him.

He was oblivious though. He kept his eyes buried in his book and didn't even bother to look up. He reached down to lift his drink to his lips and suddenly his eyes flicked up to see me standing there. He glanced down at the girls and saw them all staring at him with a look of adoration on their faces, as though they'd just found out he saved a bus load of school children from a burning house or something. The girls caught his glance and looked nervously away. He was so amazing he made them swoon just looking at them. His gaze was so intense they could not bear it.

Finally I moved to sit down in a chair across from him.

"Hi," I said.

"What's up?" he replied with mild suspicion.

"Well you see, Larry, the thing is, I've got this table full of girls over here who are just dying to invite you to a party with them. They're a little too shy though. So I came over here to ask you on their behalf."

"Bullshit," he said flatly. "This is a fucking joke."

He had the tone of voice of a guy who had been stomped on too many times to even consider the possibility that I was telling the truth.

"I'm dead serious, man," I continued. "Don't you see their faces? Don't you notice anything weird all of the sudden?"

He glanced up behind me. The girls turned away nervously once again, intimidated by the power of his gaze.

"Well I notice they're at least not chucking shit at me for some reason," he muttered cynically. "I guess they ran out of fries."

"It turns out that the reason they have been so mean to you all this time is because they really desperately want you. They just didn't know how to deal with those feelings. Girls are silly like that sometimes, Larry."

I willed him to believe it. I tried to forward some of their lust into him, hoping to cloud his thinking and override his natural doubts. He shifted in his seat a little, glancing up once again to assess the strange look he had seen in their eyes. The girl he looked at swallowed hard, somehow managing to hold his gaze. Her lips were full and red with arousal. She stared at him with longing, wondering if she could ever possibly be enough to please him. He saw this in her eyes and it shocked him. There was genuine lust on in her looks, and it was sincere. This was not some cruel practical joke. Did he dare believe it?

He glanced at another one and in her eyes he saw tears welling up. She was struggling with the shame of having treated him so badly, wondering if she had destroyed her chance to ever be with this wonderful man. She smiled weakly at him, pleading with him to forgiver her. Forgive me, she thought, and I swear to god, I'll make it up to you. I'll be your slave. I'll do anything you ask, only forgive me. Let me enjoy your attention, and if possible, love me if you can. My heart aches for it.

I forwarded these thoughts into Larry's mind and he squirmed awkwardly in his seat once again. He was beginning to trust their sincerity, but was still confused by it. He felt unworthy of such female adoration. Why did they suddenly feel this way?

"They feel that way simply because you're the greatest man they've ever known. They just didn't admit it to themselves before."

I took this from a page of my own story. My new found love for Crystal inspired this explanation. Larry bought it. He suddenly relaxed. He suddenly smiled awkwardly.

"Love them, Larry. They are yours now. Each one of them wants nothing more than to please you. You are their master now. Love them and take care of them."

Larry grinned at this. He stood up and they all shifted in their seats, readying themselves to be commanded by him.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked softly, still unsure of himself in this new role.

The girls glanced at one another in a panic. Where could they go? They all wanted nothing more than to be alone with this guy and serve his every lustful whim. But where could they go?

"Let's go to my house," one girl said. "My parents are out of town for the weekend and my brother is out at his friend's house, probably for the whole night."

"Let's go then," the all agreed. They got up, paid for their food and waited by the door for their man to lead them. Each one of them was a ravishing sight. There were four blondes, one brunette, and one girl with lush black hair. They were all dressed in skirts and skimpy tops and their legs and tummies showed beautifully. There was not an inadequate chest among them either. Each one of them had more than a handful of tits for this lucky young man to enjoy. Their asses were sweet round globes of athletic flesh as well. Their faces were drop dead gorgeous, and as the old cliché goes, each one seemed to be more beautiful than the last. They were the cream of the crop in Larry's school. The height of all that was beautiful in young women. I began to envy him.

"Listen," Larry said nervously. "Do you wanna come along, and uh, help me out? I'm not sure if I know what I'm getting into here."

"You really want me to?" I asked.

"I don't think I want to go with them by myself," he said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. "I'm still having trouble believing that this isn't some sick joke they're all playing on me."

"I'll come along then," I said.

Larry approached his harem, a nervous little virgin who was about to embark on a sexual adventure most men could only ever dream about. He was to go home with six of the most beautiful girls in the city and each one of them had an overwhelming desire to give him her love, completely and totally, and without the slightest restraint. It was sure to be an unforgettable night.

As we walked toward our vehicles I felt a little bit lonesome for Crystal though. In my mind she was more beautiful than all six of these girls put together. A thick weight of emotion dropped into my stomach all of the sudden and I had to shake it off with a trembling shudder. There was nothing I could do about it now. For now I would just take care of my new friend Larry.

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