As you might imagine, my experimentation with mind reading knew no limits. Well, that's not entirely true. I wouldn't dip into my parents; the thought of seeing them have sex was just too gross to imagine. And I wouldn't dip into the rest of the family; there'd be no way keep a straight face after seeing their thoughts. Everyone else, though, was fair game.

I learned a lot over the next couple of months. Not just about sex, either. The breadth and depth of just one person's interaction with the world is virtually unlimited, and there's a lesson to be learned from every contact. I experienced the lessons of hundreds of lifetimes. Through my hosts I loved, fought, deceived, discovered, created, and much, much more. In the school of life, my maturity level rose to new heights. Unfortunately, when it came to sex, I was like a kid in a candy store.

Over the next two months, I discovered that the peaceful couple that lived next door had very interesting ideas about marital relations. He, on the one hand, loved to give his wife long, hard spankings at least twice a week. She, on the other hand, loved to be spanked and controlled, and often did many things "wrong" just to be punished. They gave me plenty of action to observe, and later figured prominently into my story.

A newlywed couple a few doors down also gave me a number of good shows. She was a stunning young blonde with 36C boobs and a tight little ass. Whenever I encountered her jogging around the neighborhood, the sight would immediately harden my cock. After my discovery, I would often tap into his or her memories, sharing one of their many sexual exploits. She was especially fond of sucking his cock, and several times had greeted him at the door with a good blowjob. She, too, eventually figured into my story.

At school I found that most of the guys who bragged about sex had never done it, and some guys you never suspected were getting laid fairly often. In fact, there seemed to an entire sexual underground among the girls that I hadn't even imagined. One guy, Frank Petra, was especially popular because of his nine-inch dick. If you'd told me that Frank was a babe magnet, I would've scoffed. Frank was nerdy, not too attractive and quite shy. He belonged to none of the usual cliques, and just seemed to be marking time until graduation.

Among many of the girls experimenting with sex, though, Frank was a dream come true. One experience I shared was through the memories of Julie Karnelli, a cute brunette I knew from my science class. She'd been set up with Frank through the efforts of her best friend Heather, who wanted to prove there was better sex than what you get in the back of a pickup. I picked up the memory thread with the two of them in Julie's bedroom. Julie started slowly, knowing that Frank was intensely shy. She stroked his chest, kissed his chin, nuzzled his neck and let her hand slowly creep up his thigh. Then she slowly removed her shirt and her pants, before doing the same to Frank. She struggled to stifle her gasp at the size of his bulge; she didn't want him to feel too shy. Kneeling before him on the bed, she slowly unhooked and removed her bra, watching his face for approval. Slowly, she cautioned herself. She didn't want to spook him.

Culling from Frank's memory, I saw things in an entirely different light. He wasn't the shy guy the girls saw. That was only an act to win their trust. He knew they only wanted him for his dick, and it amused him to watch how carefully they tread around the concept of sex. If they only traced the path he'd taken from girl to girl, they'd realize that he was probably the most experienced guy in the school.

Jumping into his memory of Julie, I shared with him the sight of her lowering her bra. She had small breasts, about the size that would fit into a coffee cup. Her figure was still a little girlish, though her curves were still quite desirable. Frank pretended to be a little embarassed by the sight of her breasts, though he quickly flashed-back to a number of demure young women who had also shown him their tits.

He let her retain the illusion of control, although the memory I picked up betrayed him: he wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties, spread her legs wide and plunge his cock deep into her cunt. They played out their little courtship dance. She stroked his cock through his underwear, smiling when it stiffened enough for the head to peek out from the waistband. She asked for permission to remove his briefs. He only nodded his reply, knowing that nothing would stop her now. He was pleased when she bent down and kissed up and down the shaft. He loved it when they worshipped his cock. After all, it was going to give them the best fuck of their young lives.

Acting a little more boldy now, he drew her to him. Her kisses were adequately ardent, though her mouth tasted a bit like stale coffee. He moved his lips down to her tits, sucking the buds hard enough to leave red marks. He pretended that she was getting him gradually aroused, even though he was nearly ready to burst. He moved his hands up and down her body. He loved the feel of her tits, soft enough to be twisted and twiddled, yet hard enough to bounce back for more.

"Can I take these off for you?" he shyly to ask for permission, his hands already pulling at her panties.

"Now. Take them off now," she replied, her eyes never leaving his massive, swaying erection.

He allowed her to lead him into position over her. He would've loved some oral stimulation, but her mouth didn't seem large enough to take more than a couple of inches. He briefly wondered if other men with big dicks had the same problems. Now that he could have nearly any pussy he wanted, what he really wanted was some girl who could give him a real, deep-throat blow job. He got back to the matter at hand when he felt her hand on his cock, positioning it outside her cunt lips. He allowed himself a smile at her. She actually thought he was so inexperienced that he couldn't find the right hole. Even her friend Heather hadn't been so naïve.

Slowly he entered her, his cock squeezed tightly by her slick pussy walls. He knew from experience that the first few inches were the easiest to take. When he got past five or six, most women started to shift around, trying to find a more comfortable position. At seven, Julie was panting like a dog, her legs spread wide and her arms clenched on his back. At eight inches she began moaning softly. And when he finally felt his balls meet her mound, she finally opened her eyes and smiled, before pulling him down for a hot, passionate french kiss.

I watched from his perspective as he began fucking her in earnest. Her tits didn't jiggle so much as pulse with every stroke. After a few minutes her cunt loosened up to the point where he could use longer strokes, which were much more enjoyable for him. Blessed with girth as much as length, he didn't really have to find the perfect position to stimulate a girls clit; he was getting to it just by being inside her.

After a few minutes of driving her deep into the bed, he rolled her onto her hands and knees to take her from behind. Through his eyes I enjoyed a look at her cunt from behind, the lips and mound wet and red. He loved this position, with the slit exposed and waiting to be stretched with his stiff rod. It only took a minute before he was ready to unload.

"Should I...?" he panted, playing the shy guy again.

Brave girl, she rolled onto her back and began jacking him off. She wanted to see for herself the eruption that Heather had described to her. Five pulls from her petite hands had him cumming all over her stomach and breasts. His load splashed and spotted her torso, drenching her in his sticky white seed. Of course there was a lot. It had been over a week since he'd fucked her friend Heather. Now if he could just get this one to suck him hard again...