My Powers
by old_pervy
Part 3
As my teen years progressed, I became more adept at my mind control techniques. I babysat a neighbor girl (remember, I was the “good” kid in the neighborhood! HA!). Every time I sat with her we played and we were having sex by the 2nd week. She was 8.
One of my classes at school was in a portable building away from the main buildings. We had relocated there due to a fire in one of the classrooms. I was in the 8th grade, so I guess I was about 13, and had been honing my skills for about a year now.
One Thursday was school spirit day. The girls in the class who were cheerleaders were in uniform, the basketball players were wearing their jerseys, and the rest of us were in school colors. Back then the class sizes were fairly small, with mine having around 14 or so students. There were three girls in the class who were cheerleaders.
Vicki had lived down the street from me for as long as I could remember. She now acted like she was too good to even speak to me. She kept her red hair cut in a bob, her breasts were average for a girl our age, and her legs were skinny.
Amber was a blonde, very friendly, but wanted only to “be friends” with me. I wanted more. She had braces, wore glasses, and her hair was always in a ponytail. Being a bit of a tomboy, she sometimes forgot to keep her legs together when wearing a short skirt (the style of the '70's). Of course, I had a little something to do with that, too!
Barbara was a brunette with larger breasts, probably a full “B” cup. She had a little thicker body than the other cheerleaders, but still looked good. Like Vicki, she seemed to have an attitude like most girls our age: I'm too good for boys in Jr. High. I want the high school boys.
On this particular day, it was raining and very dreary. Everyone had gotten wet coming to class and everyone was trying to warm up. The teacher turned the heat too high and everyone started getting sleepy, including the teacher. Using my mind control, I willed her to declare it a free day. My next job was to have our small class become catatonic.
Vicki was the first to put on a show for us. Using techniques I was still honing, the boys were awake enough to enjoy the show and soon would participate. Vicki walked to the front of the room and started doing a strip-tease dance. Her cheer panties came off first, revealing that she was a natural redhead. Her top was next, followed by her bra, revealing she was still cold. Her eraser-sized nipples were erect on top of her small mounds. She also padded her bra.
She turned to the first boy in class (who happened to be a less popular boy like me and my best friend). She approached him and unzipped his fly. Marty sat there with a stupid grin on his face as he received a blowjob he had dreamed about many times. While Vicki was bent over, a second boy walked up behind her and started pumping his cock into her pussy. She wasn't a virgin, as I had visited her house earlier in the summer and taken care of that while her family slept. What she hadn't discovered yet, but we all would soon, was that she was carrying my baby and would become a dropout and total slut before the end of our 8th grade year.
Barbara was next. She stood at her desk and just stripped totally. Laying back on her desk, she spread her legs and pulled them back over her head in a stretch that I had only seen cheerleaders perform. As she fingered her pussy, she looked around for someone to fuck. That someone was a boy named Jerry. He was also unpopular and had a severe case of acne, which added to his low social standing.
I allowed his mind to awaken enough to realize this was his chance. Although I would blank everyone's minds before the bell rang, I wanted him to enjoy it for now. Enjoy it, he did. Jerry was already sporting an 8” boner. I'll have to admit, I was jealous. Barbara moaned in delight as he dove balls-deep and began to pump.
Amber was all mine. I stood at my desk and had her come to me and undress. We lived too far away for me to have visited her after I discovered my powers. Now, I was hard as steel as I watched her beautiful body, the pale-skinned body I had fantasized about, come into view before me. Once she was nude, I had her begin to suck on my cock. Because I could control her, and because I had experienced many blow jobs in the last few months, I could manipulate her to perform exactly as I wanted.
I knew I wouldn't last long, as I had been planning this for a while. Amber's warm, soft mouth was just right on my teenage cock and I soon filled her throat with my spunk. She swallowed every drop and continued to suck. I wanted to take her, and take her hard. When I was ready, I had her stand and look at me with her soft, blue eyes. In a whisper she said: “Adam, please fuck me.” Although I knew deep down I was making her say this, I loved the way she looked and how her voice sounded when she did.
Leaning over the desk, she held on with both hands as I entered her tunnel. I was a little disappointed when I discovered I slipped in so easily, without encountering her hymen. Probing her mind later, I would find she had torn it by accident at home. For now, I was once more in teenage bliss. My balls were aching for release and it was almost time for the bell as I pounded harder and faster into her athletic body. She was moaning and pushing back against me as our orgasms built. With a final lunge, I pushed deep and exploded inside her pussy. That took her over the edge and she clamped down on my cock like a velvet vise.
Looking around the room, I watched as my friends finished with their partners. I had them return to their seats, after putting their cocks back inside their jeans, of course! As for the girls, I had them dress without their bras. Those, they left on my desk. I let them keep their cheer panties only because I didn't want any problems to come up when they went to their next class, which I knew to be girls’ gym. The coach was also the cheerleader sponsor and she would ask too many questions.
Putting their bras into my backpack, I looked around a final time before releasing everyone's mind. Satisfied that all was as it should be, I slowly woke up my fellow students, leaving the teacher asleep. She would wake up only after we had left and Mr. Hammonds came in for the next class. I knew she had a crush on him, which is why I had her sleep with her hand in her panties.
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In the next installment, I will jump ahead to a notable day after graduation when I was a substitute teacher and also drove the buses part-time. This little incident involved me and the varsity cheerleader squad.