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Waking Up

I don’t know how or when it happened. When I got what I now call “The Gift”. How I could influence people. How I “woke up” as I put it. When I realized that I had this gift.

Maybe I always had it, but maybe I didn’t realize it. I didn’t wake up in a hospital, or someone gave me a ring or a magic book or anything like that. I don’t know. Maybe I always had it but didn’t know so I never tried to use it. But maybe … it was because of the accident.

I was a senior in high school. I had just turned 18 and was happy about being an “adult” and getting more ‘freedom’ from my parents. No longer any curfew. I was driving home in the old, beaten up VW van. It had been raining, the road was slick and a dog ran right in front of the van. I swerved to miss the dog, the van slid sideways, I slipped off the road, the front wheel caught in the gravel on the side of the road and the van cartwheeled end over end but ended up back on the wheels. I don’t know why, but the engine was still running. Luckily. I slowly checked myself (I grew up in a medical family so I knew how to check for broken bones and contusions. No broken bones, surprisingly, after rolling a van.

I drove the last mile to my home and parked the van on the street in front and went inside. I told my parents “I need to show you something, we need to go outside”. We went outside and I pointed at the van, which was twisted, broken windows, doors that popped open wouldn’t close anymore and doors that didn’t pop open couldn’t be opened anymore because the frame was twisted. The top looked like an accordion, it was so wrinkled. The van was destroyed. My dad was livid. I said “calm down, wait, listen to the explanation”. And he did, surprisingly. I explained about the accident, the dog, rolling the van, etc. I said it really wasn’t my fault, although I itted that it was my fault because I was the one driving, however the road was slick because it had been raining.

Then I said to my dad that he probably saved my life by installing after-market seatbelts (65 VWs didn’t have seat belts). And I hugged him. Then I said to my dad that he had been saying that he was planning on scrapping the VW when I left for college, because it was over 20 years old. Not trading it in or selling it, but just scrapping it. Engine crapping out, doors not locking, dead battery every Monday, etc. So I said that I had just scrapped it a few months early. And I said that he could get a tax deduction by donating the wrecked van to the high school auto shop as a “practice project”. He smiled and said “that’s smart”. He simply agreed—totally unlike him. So he donated the van to my high school. I was rather surprised because my dad was usually a hard ass. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that was probably the first time I used “the gift”. But I didn’t realize it at the time.

I drove the van to the high school rather early the next day. l parked next to the auto shop and honked the horn repeatedly until the angry shop teacher stomped out. I smiled and said “Ta Da!” And pointed at the van. He then had a shocked look on his face. I explained what had happened and then said “My dad would like to donate this van to the school, to you, to use as a class project on straitening bent frames, body work, replacing windows, repainting, and it really does need an engine rebuild. You will have a ‘class project’ vehicle”. He now had a HUGE smile on his face. “But, I need a document, on official school stationary, and signed by both you and the principal that he has gifted the van to the school. He can then make a deduction on this taxes.” I came prepared—I pulled the vehicle registration transfer out, and showed him my dad’s signature on it. “Let’s go the the front office before first period and do this.” So we did. And my dad DID claim a deduction on his taxes. Ca-Ching! The shop teacher made it into a class project and turned it into a dune buggy by cutting off the top and removing all the doors and windows (except the windshield), and shortened it by using a torch to cut off about 3 feet of the frame instead of trying to straiten the frame.

So, first period, English Lit. BORING! As an 18 year old senior, they taught “serious” books. I have never read a more boring, long book than “the grapes of wrath”. But the teacher was cool. Had ed the peace corps after graduating college, and always had funny stories. Just after first period bell rang, I asked the teacher “before we begin I would like to address the class for a minute.” He was surprised, but said yes.

Me : “OK, last night I almost killed myself. NOT suicide, a dog ran in front of my van and I missed it but ended up in a horrible accident. I totaled my van. I now have no way to drive to school. I live in such-and-such neighborhood. Is there anyone in this class that sort of lives by me who wouldn’t mind carpooling with me? Pick me up before and drop me off after?”

I looked at the hottest woman in the class (obviously also a senior, and 18) and thought, “man I hope it’s her, I hope that she would love to spend more one-on-one time with me”. She raised her hand and said “I drive right by that neighborhood on my way to school, I could help you out.” So that afternoon she drove me home and next morning picked me up before school.

I had a surprise for her. Again, just after first period bell rang, I asked the teacher “I would like to address the class again.” He laughed and said “just don’t make a habit out of this.” I then pulled a paper bag out of my backpack and said “I wanted to thank Julie for driving me to school. It is really nice of her and shows what a kind soul she is. I am a pretty good cook, so last night I baked chocolate chip cookies. Two ways. There are two cookies in this bag, because I didn’t know which she would prefer. One is soft and gooey, the other is crunchy.”

And I walked to her desk, ripped open the bag to make an eating surface and proudly put two cookies on the impromptu “tablecloth”. I was thinking “she HAS to like these cookies, and I want her to like me more.” She took a bite out of the crunchy cookie and just groaned in pleasure.

Julie: “This is the best cookie I have ever eaten!”

Me: “Try the gooey, chewy one. I personally like that one better.”

Julie bit into the soft cookie and said “I didn’t think I could ever eat a more delicious cookie than the first, but this one IS better. OH MY GOD.” She devoured the two cookies. And I made a joke “sorry, we didn’t have small cartons of milk, so I didn’t bring milk.” Mnfph Mnfph she said (her mouth was full of cookie). She then got up and hugged me, swallowed the cookie, and said “that was so sweet of you! Thank you.” I replied “Good deeds should be rewarded, thank YOU.”

She drove me home, I said “OK, my family has probably already devoured the leftover cookies, but I hid a few in my bedroom. Would you like them?” I got a rather enthusiastic YES. So we went in, I introduced Julie to my mom and said that we were going to work together on a book report due in a few days. We went to my bedroom, me thinking “God she is so beautiful, I would really like a blowjob from her.” I pulled out the bag with 4 more cookies, and she said with a grin “there’s really something else I’d like to swallow. Some sausage.” She started rubbing my cock through my pants. I thought “YES! Suck my cock” as I started undoing my pants. And she gave me my first blowjob. With more experiences later, I realized that she wasn’t very good at it, but you know the old maxim ‘there is no such thing as a bad blowjob. Any blowjob is a good one’. But she wasn’t very good. It didn’t stop me from cumming in her mouth. I thought ’she must have loved that’ and she told me how much fun it was, and that we should make this a regular after-school activity. She would blow me 3 or 4 times a week. I still hadn’t figured it out, I thought that I was just really lucky.

My dad taught me “you never know what life is going to throw in your face, so be prepared. For anything.” Which is why I know how to build fences, install plumbing, rebuild cars, milk goats, and was (many years later) a cook in a Paris restaurant (amongst many, many other things). Which brings me to my yard cleaning projects. I started doing yard projects (mowing, raking, pruning, etc) in my neighborhood when I was a teen. It was my “pocket money” earnings in high school. I was 18 and wanting to put money in my pocket for university.

There was a house not far away from mine where the front yard became completely overgrown. I rang the bell and an absolutely gorgeous woman opened the door. I told the lady that I did yard work and that I had been doing yard work for her neighbors, and asked if she would like my services. I even said that if she wasn’t pleased with my first job that she wouldn’t have to pay and that I wouldn’t come back to bother her. She told me that her late husband had been doing the yard work. She was drop dead gorgeous, probably around 30 or 34 with what looked like C sized tits.

So I worked my ass off. Beautiful trim on the edges of the lawn, grass cut perfectly, etc. She was very happy with the work, and paid me. She then told me that the back yard was in bad shape as well. She showed me the back yard. Holy hell, it was like a jungle. I told her that I couldn’t do it today, and that it might take me a week or two to fix it all up. She understood, and asked me if I would like some lemonade. I obviously said yes to this hot young widow.

While drinking the lemonade I thought “I wish that a lady as beautiful as this would blow me” and she said that since I did such a great job on the front lawn that I should get a tip. To my surprise, she then got down on her knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and gave the best blowjob I had ever had. I hadn’t had many, but she was GREAT at sucking cock.

I thought “I hope that next time she rewards me like this”. After sucking me and swallowing she said with a smile that good work deserves a reward. Always. I asked if she was planning on staying in the house. She answered that she was planning on moving back to Ohio to be with her family. “Have you listed your house for sale yet? No? OK, the front room really should be repainted. I do painting as well. And plumbing. When I used your bathroom, I could hear the toilet slowly running. I can fix that as well. If you tip me after every job the way that you just did I could be convinced to fix the plumbing and repaint the front room, or any room you want”. She smiled and said “no problem”.

So I told her to go to the paint store and pick a color for the front room. Several days later I painted ONE wall in the front room, telling her that she should see how the light played across the wall throughout the day and if she liked it or if she wanted a different color, and ask what the real estate salesman thought, the one who would show the house.

I was no idiot. I got a “special reward” every time I did something for her. The work, not surprisingly, took a lot longer than normal, since I worked as little or as slowly as possible. The back yard took not one but 4 weeks to clean up, even working every afternoon. I would paint only one wall a day, with some excuse. Fix ONE running toilet or ONE dripping sink. I thought “I really want to fuck this woman. Every day.”. That afternoon she said “I know what you are doing by slowing down the work and what you want. I want the same thing. I have been lonely. And I NEED relief. I can teach you. Just stop by after school every day and we can fuck. You don’t even have to do any work”. That is when I finally started to realize that I might be able to influence people. It was a fun two months before she sold the house and moved away.

That widow taught me what women want. Well, honestly, she taught me what SHE wanted, but it turns out that most women also love what she taught me. Years later I realized that since I was paid for my work by the hour, and she paid me for the time between when I showed up and when I left, including sex time, that I had been an 18 year old male prostitute. It WAS a fun two months however, no regrets.

So, later, this happened after I figured out that I had the gift of making people do things. At first I believed that I had to say it, and say “please”, but after those two wonderful months with the beautiful widow I realized that I could just think it for it to happen. I also realized that I could “read” feelings and get impressions of thoughts.

So, a little backstory. I had a math teacher who was FANTASTIC. After a month or so in my first class with him, he realized that I knew all the material, every time. It was because my dad taught me “you never know what life is going to throw in your face, so be prepared. For anything and everything” So I was always several chapters ahead in every subject. Besides, I liked algebra. It was logical, and went straight to the point. Anyhow, about a month in, the teacher made a mistake when showing a problem on the chalkboard (yes, that is how old I am—chalkboard).

Me, being a smart ass POLITELY said “you aren’t going to be able to solve that” .

Him, sarcastically “oh, and why not, Mr C”

Me “Because you made an error on line 3”

Him “So you think YOU can teach this class?”

Me (being a smart ass) said “Yeah, and maybe I’ll tell a few jokes during class” and I got up, went to the front of the class, and held my hand out for the chalk.

He was flabbergasted, but handed me the chalk. First I said “I write my Zs with a line through them so that I don’t confuse them with 2s, and I write my 7s with a line though them so I don’t confuse them with 1s, and I write my ones with a little hat so that I don’t confuse them with a capital I (eye) or with a small l (ell). You don’t have to do that, but it helps me.”

I didn’t erase his work, I solved the problem next to his work. I looked at the teacher, and he looked embarrassed and shocked,. “So, did I get it right?” . He nodded. Then I turned to the class, and said, “if you had read ahead in the textbook, you would have realized that it could be solved much more easily”. I then solved it a different way, using a method about halfway through the textbook. (I already said that I liked algebra. So simple, basic, straightforward. I had already just about finished the textbook on my own in the first month.)

So, I continued teaching that day’s class. I really was a smart ass and a cheeky bastard.

And I ended the class with “You really should come INTO class having read the material. It will make the class even more boring for some of you, but if there is something that you didn’t understand, you can get straight to the point and ask about it. The next time I teach the class, I will be calling on random students to solve problems in front of the class. I assume you will get an F for the day if you fail miserably at the problem but I don’t do the grades. And if anyone needs tutoring in algebra, I’m available to help. Oh, one requirement : no penises allowed.” All the girls (and the teacher) laughed.

After that, the teacher and I got along great. I did actually teach the class every couple of weeks. However, I would ask the teacher in class “can I teach next Tuesday (or whatever day) ?” That was to warn the class, without saying it, that I would be calling on students to solve problems at the blackboard. The teacher KNEW that what I was doing was inciting the students to study everything before the class. He LOVED it. And they came to class prepared. Pretty much the whole class finished with ‘A’ grades. The teacher told me the last day of the school year that he had never had an entire class do so well, and thanked me.

Anyhow, the reason that I told the backstory was because a couple of years later, after class one day he asked for a favor. Two of his students were failing, getting Ds and Fs, but only in math and if they failed in any subject then they couldn’t get scholarships. He reminded me that I had offered to tutor students (that old joke from two years previous). He made a joke, “don’t worry, they don’t have penises”. He told me who the two ladies were. They were also seniors and about to graduate in a month. I chuckled and smiled (obviously making a joke back) and said “Gee. You want me to spend afternoons with the two most beautiful cheerleaders in the school. I don’t know if I can do that.” He laughed. I said sure, and he told me when his class with them was finished, and he would have them wait to meet me.

So I met with them and I set up a time after school to meet, at the house where her and her single mom lived (and the mom was at work). I start tutoring, and they are chatting about the guys at school. I say “listen if you aren’t serious about this, I won’t continue tutoring. And you shouldn’t waste your time with high school guys, they have no idea what they are doing. Well, almost all. I know what to do. But most guys think that sex is like a football game, run straight for the goal, make the goal. Sex is more like soccer or hockey—prepare in advance, set everything up, prepare the field, and THEN score.” I got two blank stares from the cheerleaders. So I asked if either of them was still a virgin. Blushing, they both shook their heads no.

I said “let me guess, he did no prep, shoved it in, lasted less than a minute, he told you how great it was, and then got you home as quickly as possible and then bragged to his friends about it”. They both blushed and nodded. I said “there is a thing called foreplay” and I got two blank stares. So I said “I can show you”, and ‘pushed’ both of them to want it. I also said “no penis involved” and they blushed, and I re-pushed “you want this”. I had the two hottest girls in school, but I didn’t want them thinking “that was weird” and then thinking about it.

So, I got one of them to volunteer to learn about foreplay and what it should be like. God, she was the perfect example of a cheerleader : blond, C size tits , great ass, fantastic legs. And I found out very soon, a true blond. The carpet matched the drapes.

I explained what I was going to do each time. “Please brush your hair away from your neck. Girls have tiny, sensitive hairs on the back of their neck. If you blow gently on them , it is a turn on. I demonstrated, while pushing YOU ARE GETTING VERY TURNED ON. I then said “OK, my mom told me to always look a woman in the eyes, which I have been doing. So I don’t know if either of you is wearing a bra. If you want me to continue the demonstration, I need you to take off your top. You are wearing a regular bra, right? Not see through or lace or whatever? So it is basically a bikini top. You wear a bikini to the beach? Leave the bikini top on.” And I pushed “YOU REALLY WANT THIS TO CONTINUE”. And Angela took off her top.

I slowly upped her arousal, as I was kissing and licking her all over. I then asked her if she wanted to go to the next level while pushing “YES YES YES I do”. So I said “then you need to take off your bra. I really didn’t even need to push, she just took it off . Her co-cheerleader was stunned. So I took it to the next level, gently caressing, kissing and kneading her breasts and sucking and playing with her nipples. I didn’t even need to ‘push’ after that because she was obviously very aroused. She was panting. I asked if she wanted to go to the next level. She said yes, and I said “I promised no penis involved but you are not going to be disappointed. I do not break my promises, even if you beg. So. Strip. Naked.” She got out of her clothes in about 5 seconds. No ‘push’ needed..

I went down on her. I asked if this was the first time, she said yes, and I restated “that is why you don’t waste time with most high school guys. They do not know how to please a woman. Not all, just most” I said with a smile. Then I licked her to an orgasm. I cheated. When I sensed that she was close, I pushed “CUM CUM CUM” and she had a massive orgasm. After about a minute, after she recovered, I asked her if that was her first orgasm. She simply nodded. I said “well, it doesn’t have to be your last”.

I looked at her co-cheerleader and asked if she wanted the same demonstration. I didn’t push. She shook her head no, but she looked shocked. I said “maybe we should get back to albraga then”. And we did.

I learned an important lesson from this. Women talk. I don’t mean that they CAN talk, but they talk amongst themselves. Men brag, women talk. The “tutoring” happened on Friday afternoon. When I got to school on Monday, I soon understood that the word was out. I was asked to ’tutor’ by many of the cheerleaders, even those with boyfriends. They were rather aggressive about how I “had to help them”. Unfortunately, it was only a few weeks before graduation, so I didn’t have as much fun as I could have.

During the summer, before going away to university, I was tutoring three graduated former senior girls from my high school in math, before they went to college. Basic calculus. But for some reason (yeah, like I didn’t ‘push’) they started a discussion on blowjobs. All of them had never given blowjobs. I “somehow” managed to convince them that it was a really useful skill and that future boyfriends or a husband would appreciate a great blowjob. It could be used as an enticement or as a reward or to get what you want. I was rather “persuasive”. (I pushed “you want to learn about blowjobs”.) They were all clueless about blowjobs, and I pushed “you really want to learn about this”. So they all wanted to learn.

Me : “now, if you pull off at the wrong time, I will spray cum all over you. Your mom probably washes your clothes and she will recognize a cum stain when she sees it. She will not be happy and you will be in trouble. Also, cum stains are sometimes difficult to wash out, depending on the material, so it might destroy your clothes. I sometimes spurt 6 feet when I cum (complete bullshit BTW). So you need to take off your tops before I start tutoring about blowjobs. A very low level “you believe him, do what he says” push to all three girls and with no hesitation all the tops came off.

Me : “no bras either” and I didn’t even need to push, in 10 seconds there were now 3 topless beauties in front of me.

Me : “you don’t want stains on your pants either, so take them off”

No push necessary, because of the earlier “you believe him, do what he says” push was still in effect, apparently. I followed with “you don’t want stains on your panties, do you? Take your panties off as well”. So now I had three 18 year old former cheerleader hotties completely naked in front of me. Now, this was the 1980s, so none of them were shaved. One was obviously a true redhead, another was obviously a true blond (the carpet matched the curtains on those two). The last one was a ‘fake’ blond (dark pubic hair).

So I said “listen the best way to learn is though experience. So I am going to take my pants off and teach you about cocks. But, I need to go through vocabulary first. Since at least one of you is going to have my penis in her mouth very soon (all three blushed). Is it OK if I touch you? Alright. (1st girl) I call these ’tits’. Not breasts or mammaries , I call them tits (as I was playing with her tits). And these are nipples (and I bent down and licked and then sucked and then with my fingers pulled on her nipples, while I pushed ‘you love it when I do this to you). I ‘explained’ tits to the other two, who also enjoyed it immensely. (Because I was ‘pushing’ “you are loving this and very horny”).

I do not call this a vagina, it is a PUSSY. (As I was finger fucking the redhead. I ‘pushed’. She came.) I asked (without pushing) shall I demonstrate where the pussy is on you two? Without hesitation and no ‘push’ I got an immediate YES! After the other two came, (yes, I pushed ‘cum’) I asked if that was their first orgasm. All three blushed again and nodded yes.

Me: “It isn’t your fault that you were dating clueless high schoolers. They just don’t know how to please a woman. I do, but only because I was taught what to do by an experienced older woman. Would you like to learn?” (While ‘pushing’ “yes, yes, I want to learn” into their brains.)

“Well, so far, I am tutoring you in math and blowjobs, and now fucking. Is that correct?” I got three immediate, enthusiastic nods from the three naked beauties.

“OK, my mom is going to be back soon, so which of you has an empty house during the day where I can teach you about blowjobs and fuck all of you senseless?” One of the girls raised her hand and said that her mom normally got home about 5:30PM.

Me: “OK, I hate to do this, but if I hear my mom drive up, I am going to have to stop immediately, even if you are almost about to orgasm. My mom would go ballistic. Do I have a volunteer to get fucked first?” (While pushing “me me me me” to the three beauties). All three raised their hands.

Me : “OK, to be fair, let me find a deck of cards and high card goes first. BUT when we get to Lisa’s house, first person I fuck here goes last, even if my mom shows up and she doesn’t have an orgasm on my cock today”. I pushed ‘you all agree. You all want this. You all want me to fuck you.’

Three heads nodded.

“And when I get ready to come with whoever, I am going to pull out and say “suck it bitch” and you had better take my cock in your mouth right away or your face and your hair are going to be coated with my cum. I will not allow you to wash up before leaving and you will have to do the walk of shame when going home covered in my cum. Understand? I expect you to swallow everything; Anyone want to back out?”

Everyone was in, the fake blond won the card draw. I asked her if she was on the pill, she said yes, I could ‘read’ that she was telling the truth so I fucked her like a maniac. I fucked her doggy, she came three times, the last time very loudly, and she collapsed.

I told her : “you know what I call a girl who sucks my cock, drains my balls and then cums when I fuck her? My slut. MY slut. MINE. Not some random street slut. My personal slut. Did you enjoy being my slut today?” I got a very quiet, exhausted yes from her.

“So, do you want me to drop you and fuck these other two? Or, do you want to continue to be my personal slut?” I got a rather enthusiastic yes. “You basically just signed up to be my fucktoy. Are you OK with me fucking you silly to multiple orgasms? I will be fucking these other two as well, if they want. You will have to share. Or do I just drop you?” I got a very quiet yes. I said “Full sentence, what are you saying yes to?”

Her: “I am your personal slut, your fucktoy, and I share you with whoever you want.”

“I should tell you that I fuck my personal sluts in the ass” (surprised face on my new slut). “Some women love it, some hate it, and some really don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me if you like it or not. So, knowing that I am going to fuck you in the ass, repeatedly, whether you like it or not, do you still want to be my slut and have orgasms like you just did?”

I got a very quiet yes.

“OK, everybody get dressed. My mom is going to be home soon. I’ll fuck the other two at Lisa’s house tomorrow and teach all three of you how to give proper blowjobs. And the best way to be my personal sluts.”

And time goes on.

The next week at Lisa’s house I was fucking my three personal sluts. Over and over again. When one had an orgasm (as if I wasn’t ‘pushing’ cum cum cum to whoever I was fucking) I would switch to another one. They all loved it. Because I made them. They just didn’t know it.

Then I heard a car door slam. SHIT. “Lisa I think that your mom is home early. You all don’t have time to get completely dressed, put on your panties and skirts and start rubbing your breasts. NOW”. I get up, sit a the kitchen table, and opened a textbook and pretend to read.

Lisa’s mom walks in to see her daughter and 2 other young ladies topless, rubbing their breasts. She starts to explode. I don’t even need to push for this one.

I say “This isn’t what you think. It is what you see, but it really isn’t what you think is going on."”

Mom (sarcastically) : “Oh, and what is it then?”

Me “Even though I am tutoring them in math, somehow, the subject of cancer came up. Can you believe that nobody told them that breast cancer was the most common cancer for women, and nobody taught them how to self-check?

(Shocked look on her face.)

Me: “I simply told them that it was important to self-check regularly, maybe once a month, and to do it maybe in the shower, and told them how to check. They were practicing. I also told them what indications should be to go see a doctor and get checked.”

So the mom was speechless.

Me: “I come from a medical family, and the conversations over dinner were horrendous and disgusting. Dissections, diseases, and so on. But I do have knowledge of many medical issues, and I wanted these ladies to know how to protect themselves. That is what you walked in on. Ladies, put your tops back on, I think that you have understood the basics.”

I continued with (looking at the mom) “I am not going to lie and say that I did not enjoy the view, but you did notice that I was over 20 feet away at the table and not touching anyone?” Mom was again speechless.

Me: “I am tutoring them in math before they go away to college. They are all 18 years old and can decide to take off their tops or not. I thought it was important to learn about self-checking since they had never heard about it. YOU get to decide if I am no longer welcome in YOUR house, however I politely request that you think about it for 12 hours and maybe talk to your daughter about it before deciding. Oh, and I volunteer to cook you dinner tonight. I am pretty damn good at cooking. I don’t know what I will cook because I haven’t gone through your fridge or pantry.”

Me: “Go talk to your daughter in private while I see what I have to work with for dinner.”

So I cooked dinner for all of them (Chicken and rice casserole), a very simple, easy dish. Which everyone loved.

After dinner I said “I have been asked by the girls ‘what do boys like’. I was totally honest and completely direct and told them blowjobs and pussy”. It was obvious that mom was very surprised.

Me: “Do you think that statement was incorrect?”

Mom still looked shocked, but shook her head ‘no’.

I lied, and said that I hadn’t been tutoring them in those two subjects, but that it might be a good thing to learn before going to college. That they were completely clueless and would be at the mercy of the male vultures when they got to college, while pushing “He’s right, believe him, he’s right”. So I fucked her daughter, and her friends, at her house, with her mother’s permission, for about a month before we left for college. Along with several others. Sometimes her mom was there, and I sometimes even gave ‘blowjob lessons’ in the living room in front of her mom.

I became a favorite of the mom. She told me at the end of the summer just before leaving for college that “my daughter always hangs out with jerks who only wanted to get in her pants. You are different.”

Me (with a smile): “Oh, I always wanted to get in her pants as well. But I also don’t insist. It is her decision, not mine. But I also want her to learn math also.” (As if I hadn’t been fucking her for the last three months.)

Her mom just stared at me, and after 10 seconds just said “You really are different”. If I wasn’t leaving for university as well, being almost 19, I would have fucked her brains out. Fucking mother and daughter? A total wet dream. But I was leaving for college in a few days.

tick. tick. tick.

OK, this is sort of a rewind, not really in time order. Sorry.

I have this weird power which allows me to influence people. I call it ‘pushing’, because it feels like I am pushing ideas, thoughts, and commands into the other people. And I can “read” feelings and get impressions of thoughts. So that makes it even easier to control people.

I generally use this power on women. (Duh). I was 18 and I got laid more in the last 5 months before leaving for university than the 3 and a half years before that. I was suddenly the cool kid, because I would ‘push’ that to my classmates, female AND male. I once ‘read’ a jock while asking “how often does your girlfriend Cindi put out?”. He said “every weekend” . He totally lied, I could tell. He had never fucked her.

Classic stereotype : quarterback dating the pretty cheerleader. So I replied “I am surprised at that, because she acts like she is a princess and that everyone is beneath her” while pushing “she’s a stuck up bitch” at him. I saw his face harden as he realized that she was a stuck up bitch. I followed with “I bet that she rarely even gives you a blowjob” (which I ‘read’ to be true) and pushed “the bitch should be giving me blowjobs”.

“She probably has you wrapped around her little finger” while I pushed at him “You are the star quarterback taking the team to regional finals. You deserve better than that bitchy princess wannabe. You can date any pretty girl in this school. You should dump that bitch. Today. Tell her that there’s no going back, you are tired of not getting laid, and getting no blowjobs. Dump her publicly and loudly. Then go looking for a new girlfriend who will put out.” And he did.

At lunchtime I saw Cindi sitting alone at a table crying her eyes out. All the other cheerleaders were at another table whispering. And sort of smiling. Cindi “ruled the roost” on the cheer squad and could be a real bitch and sometimes said horrible things about the other cheerleaders’ performances. Being the “gentleman” that I am (NOT) I went over to Cindi and asked what was wrong. I already knew, since I set the whole thing up, but I wasn’t in the cafeteria at the time of the event so I had to pretend.

Cindi, sobbing hysterically could barely talk but managed: “John just dumped me. In the cafeteria. Loudly. And he HUMILIATED me in front of everyone!” (Sob)

Me : “what did he say?”

Cindi : (sob) “He said that we had been going out for almost 6 months, called me a controlling frigid bitch and that he was tired of not getting ANY pussy or blowjobs and that it was over. For good. He was going to find someone that offered pussy and blowjobs. Then he shouted ‘any takers?’ and two sluts ran over and he left with them.” (Sob)

I handed her a handkerchief , and said “please stop crying, it doesn’t suit you. Your eyes are all red and puffy, and normally you are the most beautiful girl in the school. Take a slow breath in and then a slow breath out and then just breathe normally” while pushing ‘calm down’.

Me: “OK, listen to me. It sounded to me like he acted like a total jerk completely full of himself because he thinks he is a star quarterback. NOBODY deserves to be treated like he treated you. And even if he wanted to say that to you, he should have done it in private and absolutely not in the cafeteria. My opinion is good riddance, you are better off away from a jerk like that” while pushing ‘you are better off without him’ and ‘you really like Mr. C’.

Cindi : “You know, I think you are right. Who needs to date a jerk. You are being so nice to me, thank you”.

that I said I had been pushing the students to consider me a cool guy? Well it was about to pay off.

Me: “Well, I like helping people and I am a nice guy. But, to be honest, I did have ulterior motives.” I got a strange look from her. We had been talking quietly but then I said loudly so that people two or three tables away could hear. “well, you just told me that the prettiest lady in school no longer has a boyfriend. I want to be the first person to ask you out on a date. Are you available this Friday? I could go to your house and cook you dinner”. While pushing “you really want to date this guy, he’s great. And cool. And he COOKS!”

She got this shocked look on her face, then broke into a radiant smile, laughed, stood up and hugged me.

Cindi : “Of course that sounds grand! Friday night!”

Me : (very quietly, in her ear so no one else could hear) “I hope John was lying about the blowjobs, because I love blowjobs” while pushing “I really like this guy—for HIM only, I’ll give blowjobs”.

Cindi whispered back: “well, for YOU I will do it.”

Me, still whispering : “The best revenge is every time that you blow me, tell the cheer squad about it. It will be all over school if you do it enough. John will be livid, and you can tell him or the cheer squad that John just wasn’t worth it but that I am” while pushing ‘I will be blowing Mr C several times a day.’

And she did, for the last month of school. Many times during lunch in the men’s bathroom. We got walked in on almost every time, and I would say “You don’t have to leave, she’s not shy. And obviously John was lying about her not giving blowjobs. She’s really good at it too”.

And John WAS livid. And during summer I fucked the head cheerleader, Cindi. I popped her cherry and fucked her as much as I could. All summer long. Both her parents worked, she was an only child, so the house was empty all day long. She LOVED fucking. I taught her doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and what I call “modified missionary” (missionary, but with her legs over my shoulders and a small pillow under the butt so that my cock would rub against her G spot every time I pushed in and pulled back). We fucked on the kitchen table (from the front and the back), also with her simply leaning on the table, on the couch (also front and back) and I even started fucking her in the ass. She loved it all. She went to college well fucked and very talented. I even taught her how to deep throat.

And I pushed at her the week before she left “don’t be sad about leaving Mr C to go to university. It was a lot of fun, you learned a lot about sex, you figured out what you like, but you are starting a new chapter in your life. Study hard, find a really nice guy, and fuck his brains out.”

Her college classmates must have been very happy to date her.