It may seem that, in the beginning, all I used my mental abilities for was to get sex. I'd say that's a pretty fair assesment. But if you can remember what it's like to be 16, not to mention a 16-year-old guy, you'll remember that sex (getting it and the lack of it) had the highest priority. At least it did with me. And since my only true sexual encounter had been a quickie in the back of a friend's car, I was more than ready for some hot and heavy action. Repeated action, if possible.

In school on Monday I set my plan in motion. My target was, naturally, a cheerleader, Jennifer Lang. I knew from plumbing her mind that she'd bedded a few of the jocks, but hadn't been all that impressed with them. She was very particular about who she hung around with, and normally a guy like me would be lucky to get a smile out of her. That unavailability, plus the fact that she stood five-foot-eight, about 130 pounds, measured 35-26-35, had shoulder-length blond hair, a dazzling smile, a classic sculptured face and bright blue eyes all only added to the attraction. Not surprisingly, she was the fantasy babe of the school's entire male population. Many claimed to have had her. Few really had.

I took the direct approach, sitting at a table with her in the library. Accessing her mind was easy, and it took very little time to imbue in her an interest in me. I projected myself as one of those guys populating the school's sexual underground; the ones the girls all seemed to know about. I even gave myself good references from her two best girlfriends. Surely they wouldn't steer her wrong. I knew from my probe that she hadn't had a fuck in over four months, and even that one had been largely unsatisfying. So it only made sense for her to approach me, knowing that I was a good lover and would keep our assignation confidential.

"I'd like to see you this afternoon," I prompted her to say to me, suggesting that she lean forward so I could get a glimpse of her full breasts. They looked totally inviting, and I could feel my cock already beginning to stiffen. We made arrangements to meet after school at her house, as her parents wouldn't be home until after six.

I arrived around 2:30. She quickly whisked me up to her room, giving me no time to admire the luxurious décor. However, as we climbed the stairs, I had a great opportunity to admire her jean clad ass as it sensuously swung back and forth.

Once in her bedroom she headed right to her bed. Quickly tapping her mind, I suggested that she change into her cheerleader outfit. It'd be so much sexier that way. Almost immediately she headed into the walk-in closet, closing the door behind her. When she next appeared, she wore the form-fitting blue and white one-piece outfit, accompanied only by a pair of frilly socks. A cheer would really turn him on, I mentally suggested. As she implored the team to "Fight, fight, fight" I admired her athletic and supple form, pleased at the effect all the jumping had on her breasts.

I took it slow to make it last. First, I suggested that she bend over facing away from the bed and remove her panties. As she did so, I caught only glimpses of her sexy slit peeking out between her taut thighs. The wonders of her ass and cunt were still largely hidden by the cheerleading skirt. Next, at my suggestion she sat next to me on the bed and we kissed with ever-increasing ardor. Unfortunately, the need to keep tapping her mind was very distracting and I found myself unable to get lost in the moment.

Laying back on the bed, I suggested that she unbuckle my belt and remove my pants. Her touch was soft and sure, as eager to get at my riches as I was to get at hers. But when my pants reached my ankles, she struggled with them. I had forgotten to tell her to remove my shoes! There had to be a less complicated way to do this!

I had her return her attention to my boxers and the tool that lay within. Worship it, I silently directed her. Worship it. Leaving the method open proved to be wise as she immediately bent and pulled down my boxers, her lips capturing my cock head as soon as it met the open air. With her hands she gently played with my balls, while raining little kisses up and down my iron shaft. I barely felt each kiss, but taken together it felt as though she was caressing my cock one atom at a time.

While she busied herself lapping at my rod, I reached over and flipped the cheerleading skirt up onto her back, allowing me to admire her bare ass in all it's glory. Kneeling on the bed as she was, her ass cheeks revealed little dimples where they met her well-muscled thighs. Straining my head to the side, I could just see her cunt slit, with a little bit of blond hair framing it. But why was I straining? I asked myself. Responding to my mental suggestion, Jennifer swung her ass around so I could have a full view of it, while still playing with my cock with her left hand. When her legs parted slightly, I knew then that I wouldn't be satisfied just fucking her the regular way. I'd have to take her doggy-style and watch my hard cock sliding into that inviting slit.

But first I wanted to see the rest of her gorgeous body. Ordering her to stand before me, I had her unbutton her cheerleader outfit and lift it off. My first sight was of her golden bush, a perfectly trimmed triangle pointing the way to heaven. Above that lay a very flat and tanned tummy; she must have been hitting the tanning booth in anticipation of the summer. Next her luscious tits popped free, with no sign of sag to the young flesh. As she pulled the outfit over her head, I stared in wonder at the fabulous creature before me. Already I knew that I'd made the right selection for my first official conquest.

As she stood expectantly before me, my eyes were drawn to the golden triangle between her legs. While I had no experience at it, I knew that I just had to get my tongue into her pussy. She so eagerly complied with my mental suggestion that I had to wonder if she hadn't been hoping for it herself. When my tongue first touched the sweet folds protecting her inner sex, Jennifer moaned and writhed on the bed. To help enhance her pleasure I ordered her body to release a jolt of sugar, adrenaline and hormones. I also made her nerve endings extra sensitive, so every touch of my tongue would feel so much sharper and intense.