The Touch

“Who are you?!” the blonde demanded. “What have you done with my roommate, Michelle?

“Who?” he asked, innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t give me that shit!” she said, elbowing him aside. “I see her in there!” She went right into the living room and looked Michelle up and down. “Oh my God, you raped her!” she said, accusing him.

“I did no such thing!” he denied, mildly. “She was a willing participant in everything we did.”

“Liar!!” screeched the blonde. “She’s afraid of men; she’d never do anything willingly with you. It was rape, all right, and I’m going to call the cops!” She went towards the door, but he put out his arm and stopped her.

“I can prove that I didn’t rape her.” he said. He raised his voice, slightly. “Michelle, come over here and suck my cock again, and show Amanda how good you are at it, okay?”

Michelle didn’t answer; she just went right up to him and got down on her knees, opening his pants without hesitation. Amanda watched in stunned disbelief as her room-mate got out this stranger’s cock and started sucking on it like she’d been doing it all her life.

“What have you done to her?” Amanda whispered. “It’s not possible!”

“Sure it is.” he smiled at her. He flexed his mind, using his strange power once more. “And as soon as you’re naked, you may get on your knees and help her.”

“You’re crazy.” Amanda told him, shaking her head as she unbuttoned her blouse. “I’m never going to do that! I hate men and their cocks!” She dropped the shirt to the floor, revealing a black lacy bra. Then she opened the snap and zipper of her denim skirt and let it drop, stepping out of it. All she had on was skimpy lingerie, and looked very sexy in it. “God, I hate men and their `take the world and everything in it` attitude! Is this okay, or do you want me totally nude?”

“Well, I had Michelle with most of her clothes on; do you want me to have you the same way?” he asked. Somehow, he knew that that would inspire her to strip the rest of the way.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, revealing twin mounds of tit, capped by tiny pink nipples.

“Hold on a moment!” he told her, pulling out of Michelle’s mouth to go over to her. He took one of her pointy tits in his lips and suckled on it for a moment as he pushed her panties down with both hands.

As her moved his mouth to her other nipple, he fingered her with one hand, using the other to steady her as her knees grew weak. Finally, he let her slide down through his arms until she was kneeling before him. “Suck it, honey. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!”

“Mmm, I don’t do this, you know.” she told him, letting him rub his cock all over her face and lips. “I hate men and their penises. I’m a confirmed lesbian. I’ll never let a man put his filthy thing in my mouth. I’d rather die than let any man do that to me!”

“Open up, Amanda, I’m going to fuck your mouth with my filthy cock. I just got done fucking your girlfriend, and now I’m going to do it to you, too.” he said, then pushed his cock head between her lips.

“Oh, yeah, baby, just like that! You’re really good at this, for a fucking dyke! Are you sure you haven’t done this before? Take the whole thing, now, all the way into your fucking throat and suck it like the whore I know you really are!”

“Oh, God, I am a filthy whore!” she said, then went down on his whole length. “I am, I really am…”

“I don’t understand…” said a mousy little brunette. She was Amanda’s guest, who’d been standing by the door, meekly trying not to be noticed. “I just came to Amanda’s because she seemed like the woman to dominate me, but now I see her doing this… I think I’ll just go.”

“Hold it right there!” Ed ordered. The girl froze in her tracks, apprehension written all over her face. He used his new power and made her come closer. She couldn’t meet his gaze, so he took her chin and lifted her face until she was looking straight into his eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked her. She had no choice but to answer.

“Anne.” she whispered. “My name is Anne.”

“Ever had sex with a man, Anne?” he asked, gently. She pulled her head back and looked at the floor.

“No.” she mumbled. “Please, mister, please, don’t make me do that.” She was staring helplessly at Amanda, who was still bobbing her head up and down his cock.

“Correct me if I’m mistaken, but didn’t you just say that you like being told what to do?” he asked her.

“Please… I just want to go home! I only thought Amanda was… Please let me go home!” she begged, her eyes misting up. “I just wanted to try sex with another woman, but I wasn’t sure. It would have been easier if she took a little of the choice away, you know? I definitely don’t want to have sex with a man; I’m saving myself for my husband.”

“How quaint,” Ed smiled. “Saving yourself. Doesn’t that seem a little old fashioned to you?”

“It’s how I was brought up.” she replied, simply. “I know it’s not fashionable anymore; but my parents were pretty strict with me.”

“I see. Hold on just a moment, okay? I’d love to finish this fascinating conversation, but I’m about to come in Amanda’s mouth.”

“Oh, uh, sure.” said Anne, nervously. “Should I wait outside, or something?”

“N-no.” he gasped. “Aren’t you curious about it, though?”

“Well, yes, I guess so.” she replied. “I guess I’m curious about every sort of sex. I’m a little scared, too.”

“That’s natural.” he told her, pushing Amanda’s head away. “Watch me shoot my stuff all over her face. Get down on your knees beside her, so you can see it really close up!”

“I can see it just fine from here.” she said, wryly. “How are you getting them to do this?”

“I- I, uh, uhhh, OHHH, YEAH!!!!” he shouted, bursting a huge spray of come directly into her open mouth. It contained an easy quarter cup of fluid, and the second was even larger, shooting in long, ropy splatters all over her nose and both cheeks, making a mess of her perfect make-up and the third one went into her hair. She was a dripping, gooey mess, and a small smile touched the corners of her mouth as she licked her lips and swallowed to clear her mouth.

“God! That was amazing!” said Anne, in a small voice, almost a whisper. “What the hell did you drug her with?”

“No drugs.” he said, putting his cock away. “I can undo everything I’ve done to her.” he said, putting his arm around the girl and leading her away. He stopped suddenly and looked her right in the eye.

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” His voice had almost a hint of wonder in it. “You’re not afraid of me at all…”

“Should I be?” she asked. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” She shook her head, answering her own question. “Of course you won’t.” She took his arm and walked with him into the living room.

“But you haven’t seen a full demonstration of my power.” he said. “Uh, here, sit on the sofa.”

She sat and watched him walk over to Michelle, who was still on her knees in the center of the room.

“How do you feel, Michelle?”

“Confused.” she sighed. “Inside, I’m seething mad about what you just made me do, but I somehow can’t DO anything about it. It’s like you have control of my mind or something.” She let out a little screaming laugh, an obvious sign of someone who is close to cracking. “I’m thinking I’ll suicide when I get out of here; I can’t live like this.”

Anne let out a small gasp and covered her mouth.

“Come in here, Amanda.” Ed called out. She came in right away, still covered in his sperm. “How do you feel?”

“Oh God, I don’t know what to feel!” she wailed. “I feel like I’ve been made so dirty I can never get clean, ever again.” She broke down, sobbing.

“Stop that crying, Amanda, right now!” he ordered, and she stopped at once, not even sniffling. Her face was blank, not showing any emotion at all.

“Do you want to go back to the way you were before?” he asked gently. “The way it was before you ever came in here?”

“Oh, yes, more than anything!” she sobbed desperately, looking up at him hopefully. Realization that it could never be hit her a moment later, and her face fell as she looked down at the floor.

“Is there anything about yourself you would change, Amanda?” he asked her, gently.

“No.” she said. “Well, maybe I’d like my ass a little smaller, and I’ve been struggling to quit smoking.”

“Well, both of those things should be no problem.” he said. “I’m going to let you go, now, and when you get out of the shower, you’re going to find that you have washed off all your cravings for nicotine, the five pounds of lard from your ass, and everything that happened to you will seem like a bad dream, barely remembered. Would you like that?”

“Oh, God, this is all a dream, right? I’m dreaming, and all this is a nightmare!” Her voice had a hysterical note of relief in it, the sound of someone who has just been given the logical explanation of some miraculous wonder that had baffled the scientific community for centuries

“That’s right, Amanda, you have just been dreaming.” he said, reassuringly. “Now, you are going to go get Michelle, and take her back to your apartment, take a shower with her and get her all cleaned up, then you two are going to lay down on the bed together and fall asleep. When you awaken together, you are going to compare the dreams you had and find the similarities remarkable, and a sure sign that you two are truly meant for each other. This was all a bad dream.”

Amanda wasted no time, going into the other room and collected Michelle. “Come on, honey, we’re going to get you home and cleaned up, then we’re going to sleep, and when we wake, it will all be okay.” She gave the brunette woman a small kiss on the face, then shuddered as she noticed that some of his come had been transferred to her friend’s cheek as she did so. “Come on, Michelle, we both need to get cleaned up.”

“Okay, how did you do that to them?” Anne asked, after the two women had left. “WHAT did you do to them?”

“I used the power of my mind on them.” he said. “I invited some old homeless guy in, and he touched me, than died, and now I have his power.”

“Yeah, right!” she said scornfully. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

“Oh yeah?” he challenged? “How else can you explain what you just saw here? Got a better explanation?”