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The Mayor’s Daughter (Part Five)
Synopsis parts 1-4:
Tomlin, a man with mutant mind control powers destroyed the mayor of his city who helped cause the death of Tomlin’s son, Kyle. He raped the mayor’s wife and horrible elder daughter, causing the mayor to suffer a massive stroke. Tomlin kidnapped the younger daughter, Angela and took the ten-year-old as his cherished little lover. He built his life around her in a distant city. He used his “Changeling” powers to give Angela pleasure but never to control her.
Two years later, Tomlin risked everything by returning to rescue the elder daughter, Hannah, from the clutches of the evil new mayor who used Hannah as his personal sex slave. After the truth of Tomlin’s misdeeds came to light he nearly lost Angela, but she eventually forgave him. The two sisters demanded that Tomlin make them forget what had happened so that they could just move forward with their lives. Tomlin also adjusted Hannah’s memories all the way back to childhood in order to erase the pain caused by others and by Hannah’s self-loathing behavior.
Angela finally admitted to Tomlin that she could no longer “keep up with him.” His sexual appetites and seemingly endless supply of energy made him too much for any one girl to handle. They recruited Angela’s best friend, Sierra, to be his second lover. Sierra turned out to be as tough as she was sweet.
Now, Tomlin is living in a huge house with his two “daughters,” and Sierra is right next door.
Science fiction, mind control, consensual sex, domination/submission, spanking, pissing, virginity, teen male/teen female, teen female/teen female
Tomlin really liked Carlos Santos, but the boy was upsetting the rhythm of Tomlin’s little improvised family. Sierra’s older brother was a constant fixture in the Tomlin house nowadays. He was head-over-heels in love with Hannah; everyone could tell that. And Hannah returned his affection. Carlos had been confident enough to ask her on several dates over the year since the Tomlin’s had moved next door, but he didn’t seem to have the courage to “seal the deal.”
Sixteen-year-old Hannah was frustrated and bewildered by his actions, or rather by his lack of actions. She behaved in quite the demure manner most of the time since Tomlin had erased the horrors of rape and other sordid memories from her mind. Her new persona was in most ways simply the person she would have been if a few things in her life had fallen out differently. But the submissive side of her just couldn’t allow her to grab the boy and make him fuck her brains out. She knew she wanted that, but she also craved a boy who was going to take charge of her. She didn’t even know why she wanted that, but she knew that she would feel a little empty with anything less than having a boy who adored her but also made her his sweet little love slave.
Tomlin knew why she wanted it, but he damned sure wasn’t going to tell her. In her past, thirteen-year-old Hannah had been quite the little sex-toy to the boys at her school in the old city. Then, when Tomlin had raped her, she begged him for more even after he released his mind control over her. He now had rid her of the self-loathing that drove her to crave being debased, but her submissiveness and desire to be dominated and even slightly abused was deeply ingrained in her nature. Tomlin had let that be; she had the right to do those things if she wished. But without the hatred for herself, it seemed to Hannah that there were more rules to govern her behavior.
The girl had some pride in herself these days, and she could only imagine doing those filthy things when she and the boy genuinely loved one another. She was stuck. The one boy who made her heart go all aflutter was the one boy in town who didn’t seem to want to take the busty little blonde down in the grass and pound her gorgeous little ass for all it was worth.
Soon enough, the strain began to affect the other girls. Angela had sympathy for Carlos, figuring he was just sexually shy. Sierra grew angry at her brother for what she saw as “torturing that poor girl.” Since her sexual awakening, Sierra couldn’t understand why anyone would withhold sex from someone they truly loved. The two younger girls got catty with each other over their disagreement. That hadn’t quite spilled over into Tomlin’s bedroom yet, but he was damned sure going to get to the bottom of things before it did.
He had been careful not to mess with the Santos family too much. He had obviously needed to do some work to keep Sierra’s parents from realizing that their thirteen-year-old was having sex with her best friend’s “Daddy” half-a-dozen times a week. And he had also made sure that innocent little nine-year-old Pilar Santos didn’t constantly hang around the Tomlin house and get exposed to things she shouldn’t see her big sister doing. But other than that, he held to his policy of staying out of their minds. He no longer even gave the parents the suggestion that they should love each other passionately at every opportunity. Once he had set them down that road, Javier and Meg had stayed on it quite happily without any more guidance from him. But now, Tomlin decided he was going to get inside of Carlos’s brain and figure out what the hell was up with the eighteen-year-old high school soccer star.
He caught Carlos after school at Saint Paul’s one day and brought him over for a chat. Tomlin didn’t have to dig very deeply to find the problem. Carlos was tall, dark and handsome, but also athletic, charming and—as it turned out—quite “hung” for a teenage boy. That was where the problem had begun.
Girls had fawned over him since fifth grade. And when he was in seventh grade, the sixth-grade girl from down the street had decided she was going to show him her absolute devotion to him by yielding her virginity to the handsome lad. Carlos liked her a great deal as well and took her up on the offer. In their fumbling attempts to “do it” the twelve-year-old heartthrob with the over-sized penis had accidentally injured the little girl. It turned out to be nothing serious, but it had freaked the hell out of young Carlos. He had never attempted sex again. Now, although he wanted to make love with Hannah more than he had ever wanted anything, Carlos was terrified of hurting the girl he truly loved. He was, after all, even bigger “down there” than he had been then at twelve.
Tomlin understood the perils of having a big cock and “starting early” with girls. His own big cock was not a result of his Changeling mutation. He had always been that way. He’d had a similar experience when he was young, before his mutation had given him such keen insight into what was going on inside a girl’s body.
So, he tread lightly in the boy’s brain, never directly giving him a command, but speaking like a stepfather who was forced to admit that his little girl was of an age where she was likely to “give it up” to the boy she loved. He admired how well Carlos’s face concealed the fact that Hannah had already confessed to the boy that she had already had sex with a couple nice boys back home. Tomlin proceeded as if he thought Hannah was a virgin. In a way, her new persona sort of was one.
Subtly, he worked the idea into Carlos’s brain that Hannah was old enough for sex and that she was in no danger of being injured. He implied that Carlos was a rugged, athletic boy and would without a doubt be very vigorous in his affections. Then he reminded the boy that Hannah was also strong and healthy and there shouldn’t be any risk to her body. He said that Hannah was a girl who needed someone strong, someone who commanded her respect. Tomlin only insisted that Carlos hold love and respect for her in his heart as he “took charge of the situation.” By the time their talk was over, Carlos believed that it would be only natural for him to “take her in a manly fashion,” and that Tomlin would begrudgingly allow it only because he knew Carlos loved her with all his heart.
When Tomlin left the veranda to “tend to some things” he left behind a thoughtful boy who felt almost duty-bound to take Hannah to the bed and pound her for all he was worth. Tomlin soon heard the girls come home from Our Lady of Guadalupe School. He sent a mental warning to Hannah that Carlos was there and that he seemed “full of fire” about something.
“Well, I did have a chat with him. He wants you something awful, but he had something in his past that was keeping him from doing it. He got over it.”
“Thanks, Al,” she said, using the name only she ever called Tomlin. Then, Tomlin actually heard her giggle in his mind. “Want to stay tuned in, old pervert?”
“I respect your privacy, Hannah.”
“I’m inviting you.”
Some things were just too good to resist. He linked into Hannah’s mind and saw and experienced things through her senses and thoughts. Hannah had, ironically, become the one of the girls who felt most like his daughter. He had vowed he would never take her sexually, even when she had hinted she was open to the idea. He wasn’t going to have sex with a girl he had once raped even if she didn’t remember any of it. Besides, she was Angel’s big sister, and he would do nothing that risked that bond being disrupted in any way.
He thought sometimes that Angel perhaps wanted more than that from her sister. But he stayed out of that part of Angel’s brain. Certainly, there would be stray thoughts of a sexual relationship between the two sisters. They were both very sexual creatures, and Hannah’s ass… well, Angel had noticed Courtney’s backside, and Hannah’s was every bit as fine. And Courtney’s personality was much like Hannah’s new self. In some ways, Tomlin looked at them as different versions of the same girl. So, if Courtney tripped Angel’s trigger, maybe Hannah sort of did, too. Well, if anything ever happened between the two sisters, that was Angel’s business and Hannah’s.
But with sex between her and Tomlin out of the question, Hannah began to look to him for something else. What the orphan needed in life was a parent. Sure he was way different than a typical father in his attitude toward her sex life, but he did offer fatherly guidance and support, and he used his remarkable powers to improve her concentration and not only catch her up to her classmates, but push her beyond them in academics. After a time, the two learned to love one another in their own fashion.
Freed from the things that had tortured her, Hannah also turned out to have the mind in the house that functioned the most like Tomlin’s. They were divergent thinkers who took the world on their own terms, and they both liked to punish themselves for misdeeds. They both believed that Angela and Sierra were better people than the two of them, and they both were fiercely protective of the two eighth grade girls. And both Hannah and Tomlin had raunchy senses of humor and a fascination with all things sexual. The biggest difference between them was that Tomlin was not inclined to be submissive. He constantly had to hold in check his impulses to take too much control. Hannah constantly had to check her impulse to let others dominate her. But now, Tomlin had helped her find a love who could give her the strength she craved while tempering his passions with adoration and respect. She thrilled at the idea of letting Tomlin share that.
Tomlin stepped into Hannah’s world:
Hannah turned to the two gorgeous middle-schoolers. “Al is in a mood today. He just bounced into my head. Let him be for a half hour or so, but then get prepared to get your brains fucked out when you go see him. You might want to go in together on this one.” The girls knew that Tomlin’s powers were still increasing. He once needed to be quite near them to send messages or control them. Now, he would tell them that he was arriving to pick them up at the mall or at school when he was pulling into the parking lot. With his Angel, he could reach to her at school when he was at home five miles away. In a cheeky mood one day, he had made her masturbate in the back of science class. Oh, she fucked him hard as “punishment” for that one.
The two younger girls giggled and held hands as they strode into the kitchen to get a little snack before they became the main course in another amazing display of Tomlin’s sexual appetite. Hannah turned toward her bedroom door. Standing at the glass patio door next to it was her true love. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him. He always aroused her slightly just with his handsome presence, but today he had a determined look in his eyes, and the fierceness of it nearly took her breath away.
Hannah opened the door for him. “I have to tell you something. In private,” he said.
“Come into my room,” she said, feigning innocence.
Once inside, Carlos closed the door and took her in his arms. He kissed her far more passionately than he had ever done it before. Hannah responded by pretending to try and escape his grasp, but made sure that the second he broke away she melted back into him and kissed him again, overcome by passion. She knew if she got him through the next few seconds there would be no more pretending. If he kept this up, she would do anything he asked of her.
“Hannah, I love you, and I can’t wait one more second to have you.”
“Oh, Carlos, I want to so badly, but I’m just a little afraid. I might back out at the last second or something. Promise me that you won’t let me chicken out. Promise me that you’ll be the strong one.”
“I will,” he said. “It’s what you need, I think.”
“Carlos, if you’re strong like that, there is nothing in the world, nothing at all that I won’t do for you.”
“Good girl. Brave girl,” he said. There was something almost paternal in his voice. He said things like Tomlin would have said them. Well, he had “talked” to the boy. Still, Hannah had imagined something slightly different. She was expecting a boy who went wild with desire and devoured her, but now she saw that his would be a calm and deep passion. He was going to be certain and steady. And in the end, that gave him even more power over her.
“Thanks, Al,” she called out in her mind.
“I don’t want us to be fumbling around and guessing,” Carlos said. “We’re going to do this my way.”
“Yes, Carlos,” she said softly. She felt her skin tingle as she said it. This was everything she had wished.
“You have the most beautiful body in the city, Hannah. I want to see all of it.” He sat on the end of the bed. Her eyes opened slightly. She couldn’t recall ever stripping and just standing naked before a boy. “Right now,” he added calmly.
Hannah began to immediately undress; by the time she had shucked the blouse, knee high stockings and plaid skirt and stood before him in her rose pink bra and panties, she could see moisture soaking through from her sex. “Stop!” he said. He got up from his seat on the bed and crossed to her. “Hannah, you see this spot on your panties?”
“What does it mean?”
“Yes, and it’s beautiful, just like everything about you.” He began to gently touch her through her panties. “I love the way that you listen when I talk about stupid boy things. I love your smile. I love your big blue eyes. I love your big breasts and your round little bottom.” He stroked those places as he mentioned them. Hannah could barely keep from collapsing. “I love the way you try to behave so well around me even though I sometimes overhear you talking to your dad or your sister and know you have a mouth like a drunken sailor. You grew up in a rough place, Hannah.” He palmed the front of her panties with his big hand and began to rub firmly. “If those words feel trapped inside you around me, I want you to let them out when we’re alone like this.”
“Fuck me, please, Carlos,” she whispered, both following his orders and reacting to the presence of the hand he was not shy about grinding into her slightly. “Fuck me so hard, please.”
“You’re not even naked yet,” he said gently. “Neither am I. Is it hard for you to wait?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said and crossed back to the bed. Hannah groaned in frustration. “Finish stripping.”
Hannah slid out of her bra and saw with delight that Carlos sat bolt upright when her breasts swung free. They were full, and firm even without the bra. She dropped her wet panties and stood before him. She started to move her hands in front of her, but he clicked his tongue and she immediately threw them out wide to her sides as if invisible hands had seized her wrists and spread her before him. Carlos made a twirling motion with his finger and she turned slowly for him, hoping for any sign of approval. “Sexy girl,” he said softly. “Sexiest ass in the whole world.”
Hannah blushed and took a deep breath of relief and pride. Her breasts rose and fell, and she noticed his eyes follow them. She did it again. A tiny bead of moisture escaped from her folds and ran down the inside of her leg, tickling her deliciously and causing a gasp that had the same effect on her breasts as her deep breaths.
“Hannah, come take off my clothes,” Carlos said as he stood. Eagerly, she crossed to him and began to undress him. She hoped he wasn’t going to restrain her from kissing his chest and neck as she did it. He didn’t. He gently rubbed her shoulders and told her she was beautiful, that she was his good girl.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed when she finally got him naked and tossed his St. Paul’s clothes on top of her uniform. “You’re like a Greek god or something. And that thing is fucking huge!”
“What thing, Hannah?” he asked in a way that subtly ordered her to let her mouth run freely.
“Your cock, Carlos. It’s big and beautiful like the rest of you.”
“You kissed me everywhere else,” he said.
Hannah dropped to her knees and began to kiss and suck his fully erect cock. She remembered that she had twice slept with nice boys and that she had done this before. She hadn’t hidden that fact from Carlos, but she had made sure that he knew that she had never been in love before. Carlos stroked her hair and moaned softly. “Oh,” she whispered. “I love doing this on you, Carlos.” She kept kissing the tip and gently jacking him off.
“Because you make sexy sounds and touch me nice while I do it, and because I know you’re going to fuck me with it, and you’re making me want to do that way more than I ever wanted to fuck anyone before.”
“I’m going to fuck you really hard, Hannah. I love you, and I’m going to put all of that into it.”
“God, I hope you put all of that into it,” she said, making sure that he took her naughty meaning.
Carlos laughed freely. “I’m glad you’re letting that side of you out with me now, Hannah. I’ve kept a lot bottled up inside me, too. When you say things like that it helps me be sure you’re ready for the way I want to be with you.”
“No limits, Carlos. You take all my fear away when you’re strong like this.”
He reached down and took her by the chin. He gazed down at her with tenderness in his eyes. “I love you, Hannah. Can I tell the world that you’re my sweet little girl?”
“You can tell the world I’m your sweet little girl, sweet little slut, sweet little fuck, sweet little bitch, sweet little whore—anything you want to say. But it’s nice when you put ‘sweet’ in front of it. It makes my dirty side feel like it’s something special that belongs to you.”
“You just make me love you more every second, sweet little slut. Bend over the end of the bed.”
Hannah scrambled to the end of the bed and stood, putting her hands on the footboard and spreading her legs slightly. He moved up behind her, and slid two fingers into her hot little slit. Hannah gasped and then moaned loudly. “Fuck me, please,” she begged.
Carlos didn’t reply; he just began to pump his fingers into her and gently trace his free hand over her round little bottom. “Such a sweet ass,” he mumbled dreamily.
“I’ve never… but you could,” she whispered. From the best of her memory, that was true.
Carlos seemed to hesitate for a second, but then she felt the tip of a finger pressing against the tight opening of her backside. Soon, it was inside her, and she groaned at the welcome intruder. She rotated her hips and pushed toward it, also working the fingers he held inside her deeper into her pussy. “Damn,” he said. “I love watching you squirm when I do that. I think that after I fuck your sweet little pussy today, we’re going to take a look at things I can do with this little ass.”
“Carlos…?” she began to ask, but faltered.
“Say it, sweet little fuck.”
“Sp-spank me, please.”
“Really? I wanted to, but I’ve never done anything like that to a girl before. I’m not sure how hard I can hit you without hurting you.”
“I-I think it would turn me on if it hurt a little, Carlos. From you, it would. Maybe just try a li—“
She was cut off by a firm smack on her bottom. “You’re getting bossy,” Carlos said.
“I’m sorry, Carlos.” Oh, he knew when to get strong with her.
He smacked her again. “We’re doing this my way; understand, my love?”
“Yes, Carlos.” He smacked her again. “I love you, Carlos,” she said as tears began to form in her eyes. He brought a fourth smack to her reddening cheek. “I’ll be good,” she whimpered. She felt her muscles begin to clench around the two fingers he had stopped moving but left deep in her pussy. She began to grind on them. He let her do that for a bit and then smacked her for the fifth time, this time reaching around and getting the other cheek. “Oh, god, already,” she moaned. With the sixth spank, she began to buck wildly on his fingers. On the seventh, her mind went blank for an instant as a vivid white flash seemed to streak through her body. Her pussy clenched and brought forth more of the fluids he seemed to be able to bring out of her in endless amounts. She came hard, pushing her ass at him and grinding frantically on the fingers. Her little body caved in and she began to topple forward.
His strong arm wrapped around her waist, and he lifted her into the air before she completely collapsed. She was still in the final few seconds of her climax as she felt herself hoisted onto the bed and thrown onto her back. He was on her, then. He parted her legs and placed himself between them. She gasped for air, for a moment’s relief from arousal, but he was already there, driving his full length into her soaking wet pussy. It was delicious agony, almost too much for her to bear. More stimulation on top of the orgasm would have been hard enough to take, but his cock was big, and it went beyond mere stimulation as it spread her and stuffed her. She had a second orgasm right on top of the first. She dug her nails into his back and scratched into his skin. She bit his shoulder. “Sweet little fuck,” he said breathlessly. “Hold onto something.”
Hannah clutched desperately to his neck. Carlos began to take her. Hell, he was doing more than taking her. He was hammering her little cunt mercilessly. She didn’t know what beast or demon he had overcome, but she could tell that he was releasing something. He was a very passionate boy, and something had held him in check for far too long. Now, he was asserting himself. He was owning Hannah, but she felt like he had somehow gained control of his own world as well. He wasn’t wild; he was just fierce and passionate, hovering on the edge of cruelty. He would never truly be cruel; she knew that. But he would push her to her limits again and again.
Hannah’s legs were around him now, and his arms encircled her back as his big hands squeezed her bottom. She was helpless beneath him, a little rag doll being tossed about by his driving force. Her hips were pinned to the bed, and his weight was the only thing keeping her from bouncing off the bed when he thrust with all his might. Hannah was lost in him. He made the world go away. He brought so much pleasure to her, more than she had known she could stand. And he brought just a hint of pain with it; the pain she knew she could stand more of in the future, but for now, it was perfect.
Carlos growled as he reached his orgasm. “Sweet little cunt!” he cried as he emptied himself into her. She felt the warm rush of fluid into the deepest parts of her womanhood. It poured into her over and over again, and the great size of him finally began to recede.
In the back of her mind, Hannah felt a second rush of ecstasy, and this one gave the feeling that her entire little body was being washed in warm cum. In his room, Tomlin had found his release through her. He gave her a flash of his semen arcing into the air and falling to the tile. It was the closest Hannah could recall to satisfying her itch of what it would be like to make love to Tomlin. She felt him begin to pull back, to give her the rest of her first time with Carlos as hers alone. The last thing Tomlin would see or hear of the encounter was Carlos’s voice crying in amazement. “I’m already getting hard again! My sweet little love!”
Six months later, things were all feeling right in Tomlin’s little house. He had lost Sierra for a time, happily granting her the freedom to pursue Jake Lensure, the boy who had once been in love with Angela. For two months, Sierra had patiently played the role of virginal girlfriend to the thirteen-year-old boy. But just as Sierra was becoming convinced that Jake cared enough for her that she could love him and let him become the first young boy to ever take her, Jake’s fickle nature kicked in and he began to pursue blonde Emily. Two weeks later, he had moved on to Katie, the seemingly prudish girl in Sierra’s class whom Tomlin knew secretly harbored very naughty thoughts. Jake’s wandering ways soon ceased. Tomlin couldn’t help probing Katie’s mind to find out why she had been able to secure the handsome but mercurial boy. Apparently, Jake had just needed a girl who wanted to seize control and make him her little bitch. Once caught in Katie’s secretly filthy clutches, Jake never strayed again.
Sierra came back then, and was happily accepted by both Angel and Tomlin. They made it clear that if she ever fell for a boy at school again, she was welcome to explore it. They all understood that Tomlin loved her, but Angel was his girl. There was no forever for anyone else with Tomlin. Sierra responded to that by making the most out of every moment she got with Tomlin.
But those moments were getting harder and harder to find. Sierra was wrestling for the Saint Paul’s middle school team. She actually had to practice with the varsity lightweight, because none of the middle school boys close to her size could compete with her. She was strong and tough, but her technique was beyond compare. And, girls being typically more flexible than boys, she was damned hard to keep hold of even when she got overpowered. It didn’t hurt that almost every boy she wrestled fell in love with her before the match even started.
One boy, embarrassed at having been beaten by a girl threw a punch at her. Her team rose to their feet in unison to charge the mat and protect her, and the ref moved to separate them. None of the males were fast enough to stop the axe kick that dropped on the crown of the boy’s head and crumpled him to the mat. Sierra then reached down and helped him to his feet and hugged him. “I could have broken your skull with that if I wanted to,” she said. “Don’t ever hit a girl again.”
“I’m sorry,” the boy mumbled. “I won’t. I never did before. I don’t know why….” He seemed like he was ready to break down and sob with guilt. He kept it together. “Is your lip hurt bad?”
“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m okay.”
Tomlin had been there for that meet. He’d been proud of the way his sweet little lover had defended herself only as far as she needed to and not injured the boy. But damn, was she a wildcat later that night. The angry emotions she’d checked were still there, and she vented them by riding Tomlin like a rented mule. He rather enjoyed the experience, bruises and all.
Then, they lost her again. A freshman 145-pounder on the JV fell in love with her. Sierra brought him around to meet Tomlin a few weeks later, explaining that the man was like a second father to her. After a brief chat with the boy, Tomlin reached into Sierra’s mind. “He’s as deeply in love as a fourteen-year-old boy can be. And that’s pretty fucking deep. He’s a nice kid, and a virgin. Take it easy on him at first, but he looks pretty strong. He can handle you just fine.”
“I’d love this one to handle me,” she thought to him. “He’s not a superman like you… but he’s cuter!”
“I’ll concede that,” Tomlin sent to her and then left to go about his usual afterschool business with Angel. Well, he would have gone about his usual business with Angel, but she wasn’t home yet.
“Home in a minute. Not alone. Hide in the open,” the little redhead sent to him. Angel could call out to him from about a block away now, even further if something was urgent, like the day Pilar had fallen from her bike and broken her arm over at the park nearly a mile from their house. Tomlin didn’t even show up in response that day. He slammed an urgent message into Meg’s mind that Pilar needed her immediately. Doctor Santos could never quite explain how she knew exactly where to find her little girl. She chalked it up to a “mother’s instinct.”
Tomlin wasn’t sure exactly what Angel had in mind, but he made sure that when Angel arrived no one would be able to see him but her. He would simply block his presence out of everyone else’s mind. A few minutes later, he heard the back door into the kitchen open and close. He walked in to find Angel with a tall, thin blonde with a figure that was way beyond what a thirteen-year-old girl should be running around in. She was a head-turner with breasts almost as big as Angel’s but legs nearly as toned and lanky as Sierra’s. What was most striking about her, though, was her round little ass. It was a sweet-looking ass, and the girl swung it like nobody’s business. Tomlin smiled. The day had arrived at last. Angel was going to take Courtney.
A year-and-a-half ago, Tomlin had revealed to Angel why sexy Courtney seemed so “stuck-up” around her pretty little redheaded classmate. Courtney wasn’t yet sexually active, but knew in her heart that she was as bi-sexual as a girl could be. And, she wanted someone to dominate her. She was particular about whom, though. She was no slut; she just wanted one of the people she really liked to take her. Angela was on the top of that list. Courtney moved provocatively around her, but she never gave any indication of the mad crush she had on the girl, because she thought Angela was just too gorgeous and sexy to ever really like Courtney back. Had Tomlin not been there, these two young girls might never have discovered that their sometimes less than friendly rivalry was based on mutual attraction.
Tomlin had led Angel to discover that while she wasn’t really gay, Courtney had managed to provoke some very sexual feelings within her. He had told her that Angel might be “just gay for Courtney.” Most people are either bi, gay or straight all the time, but Tomlin had come to realize that there were many people out there who made exceptions. He had recently watched an old vid with an actor named Denzel Washington. Were the man not currently pushing ninety years old, Tomlin might have needed to look him up. He had never felt that way about another man and probably never would, but…. He snapped his focus back to the little scene playing out in his kitchen.
“Do I just go for it?” Angela asked him in his mind.
“Play it your way, Angel. She’s right there for you. Maybe it’s time you experienced something normal.”
Angela let Courtney sit at the table and went to the wall to get her guest a soda. She hit the button for soda and the computer listed all her options. “I like cherry. How about you, Courtney, cherry?”
Out of Angela’s eyesight, the blonde had been distracted checking her out from behind. The only words she had really caught were her name and “cherry.” “Um, what?”
“Cherry?” Angela asked, repeating the provocative word but indicating that she was talking about the food dispensary unit.
“Yes,” Courtney replied. “Cherry.” She turned to the table and the school books she had supposedly come here to use. She was slightly surprised to see Angela’s white school blouse flop onto the chair next to her. She turned to see the little redhead standing in a white tank top. Her fuchsia bra straps stuck out at the shoulders, and her full tits stretched the tank so tightly that the bra was visible through the fabric.
Tomlin smiled. Angel was going to the big guns early. She had inside information that told her that Courtney was quite likely going to respond to a very assertive approach from the girl she wanted so very badly. He saw Courtney’s eyes open wide, but she turned right back to her books. Her lower lip trembled, and Tomlin felt his own desire for the blonde begin to ramp up. Angel had never indicated that she was going to share this treat, however. And by Tomlin’s reckoning, Angel had every right to take a girl to her bed alone. Tomlin had been alone with Sierra more often than not. Much of the reason that Sierra had become his lover was to give Angel an occasional rest. Sometimes the girls teamed up on him, but that also lessened the demands on Angel. She and Sierra sometimes kissed and touched, but they were not lovers on their own. When they took Tomlin together, they were more or less working together to appease his tremendous appetite for lovemaking.
But now Angel was finally making her move on the one other person who truly drove her up the wall. This was her game, and Tomlin was privileged to simply watch. He knew he was Angel’s insurance policy in case she embarrassed herself and her pitch for Courtney went errant. He also knew he wasn’t needed in that role. Courtney was already hoping her sex didn’t make a puddle on the kitchen chair. Tomlin realized again that, on the surface at least, the girl’s mind worked much like Hannah’s. That made him like her even more.
Angela reached around her classmate and set the glass of soda on the table. She looked at the book while standing and leaning over Courtney’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you came over today, Court. You’re really good at history; I don’t know if any other girl could help me with what I’ve been going through… in that class, I mean.” Tomlin noticed that Angela let her breasts touch the back of Courtney’s hair just enough so that Courtney knew they were there.
“Well, the 2020’s were a mess,” Courtney said, trying not to let herself get carried away. “The government was changing so rapidly and… oh, god.”
Angela’s nose was buried in Courtney’s hair. “God, Court, your hair smells incredible. What do you use?”
“It’s mango and… what are you doing?” Courtney was frozen in place as Angela’s little fingers had opened the top button of her blouse.
“Trying to see your tits,” Angela said. “They’re gorgeous.”
“What’s happening? Are you making fun of me?” Courtney seemed poised to cry. “You know; don’t you? You’re getting me wound up and then you’re going to laugh at me.”
“Courtney, have I ever acted like that? Toward anybody?” Courtney bit her lower lip and shook her head. “Court, you are gorgeous and incredibly hot. What I really want to do right now is bend you over this table, pull your panties down and stick a couple of my fingers in your sweet little cunt. Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Yes. No. Wait!” Courtney’s pretty blue eyes filled with tears. “I’m not a slut. I’ve wanted you for a long time, but if you just fuck me and throw me away… I’d end up running into the bathroom at school three times a day and bawling my eyes out. You could hurt me so bad, Angela!”
“Courtney, I’ll admit that I want to treat you like my little bitch. You fucking bring out this impulse in me that makes me want to do things I’ve never done before, but I would never throw you away like that. I have a guy who’s my forever love, but he knows that I’m crazy for a girl at school, and he’s willing to let me do this for as long as we both want so long as I don’t leave him. I’ll never grow up and marry you, Court, but I want you to be my lover for a long, long time.”
“Just because you think I’m hot?”
“At first. I used to just think you were this stuck-up girl who was just so fucking sexy she drove me up the wall even though she ignored me. But I figured it out. You were just shy around me. So, I paid attention to who you really were. You’re smart and sweet and funny, Courtney. You sometimes want to be a little mean, but you fight off the impulse every time. You want so badly to be a good person, and you are. You really are. And for some reason, you’re the only girl that ever turns me on. I’m not gay. I just want to use you for a little fuck-doll and then spend time being friends with you, because I think you could be one of the best I ever had.”
“What do you want to do to me?” Courtney asked, standing up and resting her bottom against the table.
Angela moved to within inches of her. As she began to speak, she leaned ever closer until her breasts pressed right beneath those of the taller girl. “Fuck you with my fingers, eat your sweet wet pussy, spank that little bottom you swing around in front of me and then maybe stick my tongue up it while I finger fuck your ass until you scream. If you want all that, Courtney, and you want to be my friend, then turn around and put your hands on the table and stick that ass out at me.”
“Kiss me first, please, Angela. I want to kiss you so bad.”
Angela pressed her whole body into the girl and tilted her head up so that the tall girl could kiss her. Hungry tongues lashed one another. Angela began to grind her sex into Courtney’s. Courtney tried to moan, and resist, but Angela’s mouth was on hers. After just a second, the tall girl’s shoulders relaxed and her hands reached down to Angela’s bottom and squeezed it. This time it was Angela’s moan that was stifled by the kiss. Finally, Angela broke away. “Hands on the table, little girl,” Angela said.
Courtney took a deep breath and bent over the table. Tomlin saw that the tears were gone and a serene expression came over her face as her blue eyes closed. Angel knelt behind her new lover and flipped the skirt up onto her back. She pulled Courtney’s panties down to her knees. “These are soaking wet, Courtney,” she said. “Are you horny for me?”
“You know I am, Angela.”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Courtney?”
“But for me you’re going to act like a horny slut. Just for me.”
“I’m going to treat you like one, too. But I think you’re awesome. Now, tell me what you are.”
“I’m your little slut, Angela.”
Angela ran her hands over the globes of Courtney’s toned bottom. “This is a beautiful ass. You have every right to swing it around in front of me and make me crazy. Something like this deserves all the attention it can get. Are you proud of your ass?”
“Yes,” Courtney said with a touch of a little sob in her voice.
Angela stroked the girl’s hair and ran a gentle finger up and down the back of Courtney’s school blouse. “Sometimes it’s hard to admit that part of you is a real attention getter, Courtney. I’ll tell you something I’ve never told another girl. I love my big tits. I mean, they really aren’t that huge, but I’m little and it makes them look big.” She leaned over Courtney and pressed her full tits into the blonde’s back. “They drive you crazy, don’t they?”
“Do you want to suck on them?”
“Yes, please, Angela.”
“Do you want to feel them?”
“Do you want to pinch my nipples and make me squeal?”
“Yes, I want to pinch them.”
“I might let you do that, slut. But only if you are really, really filthy for me first. Think of something that would make you feel filthy.”
“Okay,” Courtney said and closed her eyes. Tomlin laughed to himself. Courtney did exactly as she was told. She thought about it.
“Um, Courtney, you have to tell me what it is!”
“Then you don’t get to play with my tits.” Angela stood up straight and took her breasts off of Courtney’s back.
“Angela, please. They turn me on so much.”
“Then tell me what would make you feel filthy.”
“Stick a finger in my ass, Angela. Stick a finger in my ass and call me your bitch.”
Angela knelt behind the leggy blonde and ran her tongue up and down her slit a few times, tasting the first pussy of her life. Well, she had licked Sierra’s nectar from her Tommy’s cock, but this was the first taste of it directly from the source and not mixed with a grown man’s cum. “You’re a tasty little treat,” Angela said, trying to sound like she was in charge when she was actually about to worship the girl. Courtney cried slightly, loving and hating the way she was being owned. Tomlin could clearly sense that she loved it far more than she hated it.
“She really ready for this?” Angel projected to Tomlin.
“First off. You’re just two teenage girls discovering things about yourselves in a normal way,” he said, reminding her that he thought it was better if Angel stayed in charge of the operation. “Secondly, more than ready. It would actually hurt her feelings if you didn’t do it now. And as long as we’re cheating and touching minds, I’ll give you some advice. Don’t be shy about it. She doesn’t want to be tortured, but she’s gonna cum buckets if you get rough with her. And she wants you to call her names. She decided you’re the one she’s submitting to; you have to play that role all the way now. She’s counting on you to be dirty so she doesn’t feel like the only freak in the room.”
Angela ran her tongue up to Courtney’s ass. She tongued it for a bit and then spit on her bud three times. Tomlin thought that the girl might cum when the first glob of spit hit her. He was tempted to tip Angel off to it. But Angela saw the girl squirm in delight at the first one. She knew. “Filthy little bitch, you like to get spit on.”
“I didn’t know,” Courtney said. Then she whispered, “I honestly didn’t know.”
Angela lined her finger up and played at the spittle, creating a nice little pool of it that she could push into the girl’s hole. She inserted her finger into the tight ass and worked the spit into her. The little redhead began to realize why her Tommy liked this so much. The slightest push or twitch with her finger drew an immediate response from the beautiful maiden beneath her. “Take it in, bitch,” Angela said as she jammed the finger deep inside of her little passion slave.
“O-o-o-oh! God, Angie, it makes me so horny!” Had Tomlin heard that right? Only Hannah ever called his Angel “Angie.”
“You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you Courtney?”
“Yes! Yes! I’m filthy.”
“I’m gonna make your pussy cum while my finger is in your ass.”
“Please, oh please, yes!”
Angela began to jam the finger into the girl over and over and dropped another hand down to her pussy. Courtney began to yelp and moan as the little hand beneath teased and rolled her clit. She pushed her ass back onto Angela’s finger, urging it deeper and deeper into her. “Wish I had something bigger,” Angela said. “I don’t have a dildo.” She didn’t really need one. She was already oversexed, and besides, Tommy’s fingers vibrated just as fast.
Courtney froze for a second. Her face flushed bright crimson. “My bag,” she whispered.
“Why do you have a dildo in your bag, slut?”
“I-I-I have to wait for the city bus if I go to the mall after school. There’s a little woods there behind the stop. If I saw you much during the day, I have to… you know.”
“I don’t know, Courtney. Tell me.”
“I have to fuck myself with it and pretend it’s you,” the blonde confessed.
“You really already are my little bitch, aren’t you?”
“For a long time, Angela. For a very long time.” The blonde looked down in the same demure way that Hannah did these days, for a moment, it almost seemed like she was Tomlin’s treasured girl. He focused on the scene playing out before him and pushed sexual thoughts about Hannah out of his mind.
Angela’s face softened slightly at Courtney’s admission of how deeply she felt for the little redhead. Her eyes misted up. “I could love you,” Angela said. “I still won’t be yours alone and I never will be, but I really could love you, Courtney.”
Courtney spun up from the table and Angela pulled her fingers from her. Courtney kissed Angela passionately and repeatedly. “I worship you, Angela. You’re the coolest girl in school, and you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She didn’t wait for Angela to reply. She spun back to the table and this time didn’t put her hands on it, but laid right across it, her breasts mashed into the wood, her pretty face turned to the side.
Angela stepped to the bag and fished in it until she found the dildo. It was slender and small, but definitely bigger than her tiny fingers. The little silver instrument of joy buzzed when she turned the bottom. Angela stepped back to Courtney and firmly pushed it into the girl’s ass. She held her palm over the end so the girl couldn’t push it back out and then lowered her face to Courtney’s swollen pussy lips. With a few more strokes and licks, she brought Courtney into a wailing orgasm. The blonde’s arms jerked back and sent the school books and sodas flying. She trembled and cried as the dildo kept her level of pleasure too elevated for the climax to simply stop in a normal length of time. The girl was nearly shaken apart by the level of passion her body was generating. “Oh, I’m a whore,” she moaned when Angela mercifully removed the device from her.
“In all the best ways, Courtney,” Angela said. She hesitated for a second before she decided to go ahead and follow her next instinct. She brought the dildo up to Courtney’s mouth. Even Tomlin wasn’t sure that Angela had that much of a dominant side, but something about Courtney had always brought out things even he didn’t. “Do what a good whore would do, Courtney,” she said softly.
Courtney took the dildo in her mouth and sucked it. She was embarrassed, but incredibly aroused. In a few seconds, she was greedily taking in as much of the shaft as she could with her cheek trapped against the table by Angela’s free hand. The whole thing didn’t last long, but the scene was forever etched in Tomlin’s brain.
Angela took Courtney by the hair and lifted her to an upright position. She nodded and raised her arms in the air. Courtney pulled the tank top over Angela’s head and then lifted the fuchsia bra off of her lover’s beautiful tits. Courtney sank her mouth to them and began frantically sucking and kissing as Angela wrapped her arms around the blonde’s head and squeezed her tightly. Tomlin was nearly taken off his seat on the counter by the wave of passion that hit him. These two girls were living out a suppressed fantasy, and it was escaping them with violent emotional force.
“Suck ‘em little girl,” Angela whispered urgently. “Suck ‘em hard.” Courtney focused on the nipples and pulled at them with her lips. “Good bitch. Good bitch. Find my cunt.”
Courtney slid her hand down Angela’s belly and then back up under her skirt. With surprising strength, she hoisted the little redhead up onto the table and began finger-banging her little cunt through her fuchsia panties. “I have wanted to do this forever!” she cried to her mistress. “Thank you!”
Angela lay back on the table and let her girl go to work. Courtney pulled the redhead’s sopping panties off of her and then looked at Angela with an eager question in her eyes. “Keep ‘em with the dildo, slut.” Courtney wrapped the dildo in the panties and slid them both into her bag. She leaned back over the table and sucked at Angela’s tits while she resumed fingering her pussy. She even tugged at the little ginger hairs above it, and Tomlin sensed Angela’s regret that she had not tugged on Courtney’s downy blonde pubic curls. “Next time,” they thought simultaneously.
Angela’s knees came up and she placed her feet on the table, spreading herself wide for the girl servicing her. Courtney kept fingering her, but brought her mouth from her breasts to her clit. She sucked it hard. Angela rose off the table in a fit of ecstasy. Her hips began to grind into Courtney’s face.
Tomlin was too moved to be completely idle anymore. He was watching a thing of pure beauty. The forms of the girls were gorgeous, to be sure, but it was the desperate longing with which they loved that moved his heart. He couldn’t contain himself. He unleashed a wave of ecstatic bliss from the pleasure center of each girl’s brain. They each experienced a gentle climax and cooed in pleasure, but then he set loose the passion they had been lavishing on one another. There was a frantic scramble as they groped and touched and kissed one another. He did not cause the orgasms which followed soon after, but he had made certain that each was as ready for the event as could be. And then he sweetened it.
Jets of red hot pleasure shot through their bodies as they collapsed on the table. They were insatiable. They ground their pussies together and clutched at the other’s ass. They quite literally saw fireworks, and the aroma of their lover’s arousal seared its way into their permanent memories. Every touch of hot skin and moist sexual contact became so ingrained in their minds that they would forever be able to recall exactly how it felt, and if they concentrated on it, even physically feel it. For the rest of their lives, they would only be a few moments of sharp focus away from giving themselves an instant climax created entirely by the sense memory Tomlin cemented in their consciousness.
After several minutes of lying in one another’s arms, they slowly untangled. Their bodies needed no more, but Angela sensed that Courtney needed something in her mind to make her anticipate that the next time might be every bit as intense as the first. She stood before her beautiful lover and kissed her gently. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she said gently and placed her hand on the girl’s cheek. Then she spit in her face and took her by the hair and led her to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” Courtney asked, struggling to keep up as her panties were still around her legs. Angela brought her to the toilet and sat her down.
“Piss for me, slut.”
“One more word from you and I won’t spit on you at all next time.” Courtney sobbed slightly and then let her stream of pee tinkle into the toilet as Angela watched hungrily. “Feels good to know who you belong to, doesn’t it?” Angela said, using her tongue to clean the spit from Courtney’s pretty face. The taste of the girl’s tears made it especially delicious.
“I am yours, Angela. You can do even worse things to me next time if you want to,” she said as she stood and pulled up her panties.
Angel shot a thought to the man standing in the doorway. He considered for a moment and then let Angela ask the question to which he already knew the blonde’s answer. “Courtney, my lover is a grown man, a gentle and beautiful one. If you thought it was okay, we could go to him together then maybe you and I could become something more than friends with benefits. I think I want this to have a chance to grow into something that lasts a long time, maybe forever.”
“Is it your dad?” Courtney asked, having been a keen observer of Angela for some time.
“Yes it is.”
“Then, yes, Angela. He is everything you said he is, and he somehow makes me happy just being around him. I understand why you’d fall in love with him, and why he’d fall in love with you. I would let the two of you do this with me together. I’ve dreamt of it even.”
“There’s one more thing, Courtney, and it’s kind of big,” she took Courtney’s hand and sat them both down on the edge of the tub. “I don’t want or need another guy. But people are starting to wonder why I never go out with the boys from Saint Paul’s when they ask. If you and I were openly girlfriends, then everyone would at least know why. It’s not like the old days. People won’t be mean to us; even the nuns at Our Lady seem cool with gay kids nowadays.”
“So, I’d be your beard for you and your dad?”
“More than just that. I meant it when I said I was falling in love with you, even if I did spit in your face right after.”
“I wanted that,” Courtney said. “Hell, I sort of hoped you were bringing me in here to pee on me. I don’t know why it works that way for me. But things like that make me feel more loved in some ways. Like I am giving you everything I can, and you’re just giving it back in a different way.” They kissed for a long time, and Courtney traced a heart on Angela’s naked chest. When Angela traced the same on Courtney’s blouse, the blonde then ran a finger through it, making the arrow that pierced her heart with love. Angela repeated the gesture on herself. “I want all of it, Angela. I want to be your girl, your slut, your daddy’s girl, his slut. Kiss me on the mouth in front of everyone tomorrow if you still want it then.”
Angela hated to see her go, but she focused her eyes on her ass and found she loved to watch her leave.
The next morning there was quite the buzz at Our Lady of Guadalupe Middle School. Only Hannah in the high school wing and Sierra had known what was coming. They both made sure that they were there when the tiny redhead ran up to the leggy blonde, tapped her on the shoulder in the commons area, gave her a passionate kiss and then walked off hand-in-hand with her new girlfriend.
Five miles away, a grown man shed a fond tear as he watched the event through his little lover’s eyes. His life changed so much these days, usually for the better. One thing kept occurring to him, though. He had done much to make the lives of those he loved better than they were before. And as his power grew, so too did his certainty that he was doing the right thing when he did it. His days were empty and lonely when the girls were at school, though. There was a whole city out there, full of people in pain. It was time to get off his lazy Changeling ass and do something about that.
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